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Saturn swallowing his son – Professor Aaron Hotchner (Profiling 101 Series, Part 3/?)
Chapter three, here we go! Promise there will be lots of smut (the next chapter is finally full of smut), but please show some love to this chapter which has barely any smut in it. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: The reader enrolls in professor Hotchner's class "Profiling 101", a man she has always looked up to, a man who treats her like an asshole from day one. Will her need for academic validation manage to push the two closer together? Will her bright mind push her into the world of Aaron Hotchner and the BAU team? Will he manage to keep his distance before the world he tries to protect her from can get its grasp on her?
Warnings: none, just some typical CM talk
Pairing: Professor!Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader (3k words)
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If one of her friends had asked (y/n) what she was planning on doing this Sunday morning, she’d probably have replied with “Sleeping in”, perhaps she’d have told them she was planning on going for a morning walk, perhaps grabbing coffee at a store she frequented. But none of these things were now happening, instead (y/n) was sitting in a black SUV, right next to Professor Hotchner.
She had been awoken by her phone going off, indicating that a new email had been sent to her, eyes struggling to focus on the bright screen of her phone. Her heart had skipped a few beats as she had read the email professor Hotchner had sent her, asking her if she’d like to join him on a trip to the BAU. He had attached his phone number for her, asking her to call him, and as he had explained to her that they were discussing her idea at the BAU, she had began to hastily dress herself, telling him where to pick her up.
“Here, don’t lose this.” Professor Hotchner pushed a visitor’s card into (y/n)’s direction, watching her clip the card to a belt loop, nodding at him as they walked towards one of the elevators. Barely any words had been shared on the drive, relishing in the calmness this very Sunday morning offered the two, grateful that they wouldn’t have to force themselves through any uncomfortable smalltalk. 
“Is there anything I should be careful with, professor?” His dark eyes met hers, pondering over her words for a few seconds before he cleared his throat, having to force himself to stop looking at her. 
“You can call me Hotch while we’re here, (y/n).” The way her name rolled off his tongue left her trembling in surprise, swallowing the gasp wanting to rip through her. “For now all I need you to do is to be as observant as you can be, don’t hold back on theories, and put enough trust in yourself. You wouldn’t be here if I didn’t believe in your work.” An unfamiliar sense of pride thumped through (y/n)’s veins, not used to the professor praising her like this. She could only nod, not trusting herself to speak up, pressing her lips tightly together. 
Before either one could speak another word, the elevator came to a halt, exposing the parts of the BAU (y/n) had been dreaming of seeing with her own eyes for years. She followed the tall man, eyes taking in everything she could admire from afar, unable to bite down the excitement filling her body with every step she took. 
“I’ll introduce you to the team first.” He led her towards what appeared to be a conference room, eyes instantly drawn to the familiar faces of Spencer Reid and David Rossi. “This is (y/n), as I told you, she’ll assist us on this case.” 
“It’s good to see you again, (y/n). I’ve been waiting for you to find your way to us.” David Rossi shook her hand with a smile, making heat simmer inside of her, freaking out that the man could still remember her from all these years ago. She shook the hands of the others, not noticing how Aaron Hotchner kept watching her with a slight smile playing on his lips. 
“As (y/n) pointed out to me, the scenes have a very dramatic touch to them. (Y/n) said they remind her of Goya’s Saturn painting.” 
“The painting depicts Saturn swallowing his son. It was foretold that one of his offspring would ultimately usurp his rule. In order to thwart this prophecy, Saturn devoured his own progeny. He managed to consume five of them, yet Jupiter was destined to escape his father's fate thanks to his mother's clever ruse. She replaced the infant with a stone in swaddling clothes and presented it to her unsuspecting husband, who remained oblivious to the subterfuge. Many years later, Jupiter overthrew his father, thus fulfilling the prophecy. During this momentous event, Saturn regurgitated his children, along with the stone.” Spencer kept rambling on, sharing everything he knew about the painting and its history, instantly drawing (y/n) in as she couldn’t hide her amazement. She tried to remember every word that was shared, very well knowing that this was a chance she’d perhaps never get again.
“So, what? Our unsub is fascinated by Greek mythology?” The guy (y/n) and her friends had seen at the bar days ago, who had just introduced himself as Derek Morgan, cut Spencer’s rambling short, muscular arms crossed in front of his chest. For a few seconds they were engulfed by silence, eyes focusing on the pictures of the crime scenes. 
“Maybe he is reliving some childhood trauma? It wouldn’t be surprising if the unsub grew up in an abusive household.” (Y/n) watched Emily Prentiss pick one of the pictures up as she spoke, eyes zoning in on the wounds the victims bodies were littered with. 
“A study from the early 2000s shows that most serial killers displayed similar patterns of severe childhood neglect, patterns developed from birth through adolescence. Our unsub definitely knows about Greek mythology, perhaps a professor or a teacher?” A hum left the others at the information Spencer shared, though (y/n) couldn’t focus on the numbers, speaking up before she could stop herself from doing so. 
“I doubt it's somebody with an academic background, these scenes wouldn’t be as dramatic otherwise. But what about somebody favouring art? A painter?” Her eyes instantly flickered up to meet Aaron Hotchner's, the man who was already looking at her, giving (y/n) an encouraging nod, allowing her tense muscles to relax. 
“Garcia, cross reference people who are known as painters around the area, somebody who also shows up in reports from domestic abuse from the past thirty to forty years.” Aaron turned towards (y/n), speaking a soft “Good job, (y/n)” that left her heart skipping beats in excitement. 
……
“Thank you for driving me back.” Her words filled his dark SUV, voice kept quiet to match the calmness they were engulfed by. (Y/n) didn’t dare look away from the handsome man, knowing that she shouldn’t miss a single second fading by, not knowing if or when she’d ever get to share these moments with him again. 
“It’s on me to thank you, (y/n). You’ve done well today.” Only now did she begin to realise how close they were sitting, forearms about to touch, resting on the middle console. She couldn’t stop her eyes from flickering down to his lips, allowing herself to imagine him pulling her closer, softly kissing her as the rain kept pitter pattering down on the windshield of the SUV. 
For the first few seconds (y/n) wasn’t sure if she was only imagining it, but it seemed like Aaron was caught in the same thoughts as (y/n), slowly moving closer. Her heart roared in her chest, praying to whoever was listening that he’d close the distance between them, kissing her like she had hoped he would for years. 
(Y/n) could almost feel his breath on her cold skin, could almost pick up on the shaky breaths leaving him, but before either one could give in the sound of Aaron’s phone going off ripped them apart. His eyes grew cold once again, nodding towards (y/n) as if he was wordlessly saying goodbye, answering the call as he watched her leave the car, clothes instantly soaked through by the heavy rain. 
Disappointment flushed through (y/n), finding her way into her apartment with a sigh breaking through her. She couldn’t help but curse whoever had forced them apart, asking him to return back to the cold demeanour she was all too familiar with by now. 
Would he treat her the same way he had treated her for the past weeks in their upcoming class? Or would he treat her a bit kinder, just like he had done today? One question after another filled her mind, painting scenarios that’d leave her sleepless for hours on end. 
……
“Hi (y/n), it’s Emily Prentiss. Hotch told us you didn’t have any time to keep on working with us on the case, but the girls and I would love to grab some drinks with you if you're up for it?” (Y/n) had been staring at the text message for what felt like hours, rereading every word carefully, hoping that she wasn’t misinterpreting what Emily had texted her. 
Hotch told us you didn’t have any time to keep on working with us on the case – the words felt like blades piercing her heart, cutting deeper and deeper, about to rob her of her last breath. (Y/n) had to blink her tears away, not understanding why he’d tell them lies like this, actively keeping her away from him and the team. 
Ever since that moment in the car he had been back to his brooding self, cold demeanour keeping his distance from (y/n), not even looking at her once in class. She had gotten the memo, had instantly seen through the game he was playing, and yet she was hurt by it, not understanding how he could pull away this easily. Back then she had promised herself that she’d also keep her distance, not wanting to chase a situation this toxic, but now, two weeks later, (y/n) couldn’t help but give into the anger simmering deep inside of her. 
With a deep breath leaving her she tapped on Emily’s contact, calling the agent before (y/n)’s rational self could catch up with her actions. Within a few moments she and Emily had shared information about the whereabouts of the group, promising that she’ll be at the bar in a few, set on distracting herself from her heartbreak. 
……
“(Y/n)! It’s so good to see you!” Penelope was the first one to greet her, followed by Emily and JJ, hugging the women who had already ordered (y/n) her drink. And even though (y/n)’s system was still taken up by her anger, by the ever growing annoyance, she couldn’t help but feel grateful for the three women who treated her like she had been their friend for years.
“So tell us, what or who is keeping you this busy?” JJ’s eyes glimmered with mischief, oblivious of the hurt (y/n) had to fight against, expression growing sombre as they watched (y/n) avert her gaze, clearing her throat as if she was feeling awfully uncomfortable. For a second she pondered over her choices, and yet her pettiness spurred her on, parting her lips to reply with her eyes flickering between the three. 
“Uhm, I don’t know why he told you that I’m busy, I’m really not, but I guess he simply doesn’t want me around. I just wish he’d told me that himself.” With an almost pitiful expression thrown her way, Penelope wrapped her arm around (y/n)’s shoulder, pulling her closer. 
“I’m sure he has his reasons, maybe he simply wants to protect you. He can be very cold at times, but I promise, he means well, and you did help us a lot with the Porcelaine killer situation!” 
“He never told me what happened with the case, care to elaborate?” (Y/n)’s eyes kept flickering between the women, waiting for either one of them to tell her who the killer was. 
“It was an artist downtown, we found him through the Goya replicas he tried to sell. The victims all bought the pictures from him, it was some deep rooted family trauma he was guided by, since his father had always told him he’d never be as good as Goya.” With a sigh leaving (y/n) she nodded her head, barely listening to the words Penelope spoke to redirect the conversation. 
Emily’s words about Aaron kept ringing in (y/n)’s ears, even as the three women started to pour shots down their throats with (y/n) mimicking their movements. 
……
“(Y/n)?” Aaron Hotchner’s all too familiar voice rumbled through her, eyes focused on Penelope and Emily, unable to bite down her drunken chuckles. It took her a few moments to reply, struggling with her blurred vision and the way her surroundings kept spinning all too fast. 
“You know what, Hotch?” She slurred her words, breaking out in laughter as Penelope almost lost her balance, leaning onto Emily and JJ as they waited for their taxi to arrive. “You’re the biggest asshole ever, I take back my apology.” 
“Are you drunk, (y/n)? Where are you? Are you alone?” Concern dripped from his words, an emotion her drunken mind didn’t pick up on, attention torn between his words and her newfound friends. She wrapped her arm around herself, trying to shield herself from the cold as a hum left her, wondering what she should tell him. 
“‘M not, Emily, JJ, and Penelope are here, the ones you lied to, in case you forgot.” An angry huff left Aaron, she heard him shuffling around, wondering what he was doing, or where he was going. 
“Where are you? Send me your location, I’ll pick you up.” (Y/n) ended the call, barely able to focus on the screen as she sent him her location, unable to ponder on what was about to happen. She could barely concentrate on the words she shared with the three women, telling them that somebody else would pick her up and that she’ll text them in the morning. And within minutes, (y/n) found herself watching an all too familiar frame walk closer to her, wordlessly wrapping his arm around her shivering frame, guiding (y/n) towards his warm SUV.
“Why did you lie? You could have just told them you don’t want me around.” She whispered her words, interrupted by a yawn rumbling through her, sinking further into the comfortable seat. But her eyes didn't leave his frowning features once, wondering what he was thinking about, wondering how he was feeling about being around her once again. 
“It’s not that simple, (y/n).” Aaron Hotchner matched the tone of her voice, hands tightening their grip on the steering wheel. Her mind screamed at her to shut up, to let it rest before this conversation would spiral out of control, and yet (y/n)’s racing heart urged her on to keep on talking, to ask the questions that wouldn't let go of her for months on end otherwise. 
“I know you don’t like me, but it would have been nice if you’d at least told me that I won’t be able to help any longer, to my face.” A sigh left Aaron, teeth grazing his lower lip as he stared stoically ahead, clearly telling (y/n) that their conversation was over. With her eyes wandering to her window and a huff leaving her, she kept watching houses blur by, no longer recognising the area they were in, wondering where he was taking her to – a question her professor answered without her having to ask. 
“You’ll stay at mine for the night, I don’t want to leave you alone in your state.” Angry, drunken words wanted to leave (y/n), words that were silenced by the realisation of what was about to happen. With his hand placed on the small of her back he guided her into the apartment complex, stabilising (y/n)’s frame till they stepped foot into the dark living room. She swayed slightly as she kicked her shoes off, not noticing the amused glance he shot her, watching her struggle. “You can sleep in my bedroom, I’ll take the couch. It’s the last door down the hallway, I’ll bring you some water in a minute.”
“I should take the couch, but you deserve to wake up to some back pain.” A laugh clawed through Aaron Hotchner as he turned from her, missing the sight of (y/n) disappearing down the hallway. With a deep breath being exhaled, he poured her a glass of water before he made his way to the bedroom, freezing in his step as his eyes found her frame, cuddling further into his comfortable pillows. 
“Here’s some water, do you want a shirt to sleep in?” She could only tiredly nod her head, hands working on her top, not caring that her professor was in the room with her, shuffling out of her clothes till she was only wearing her underwear. He had turned from her the second his mind had picked up on what she was about to do, wordlessly pushing the shirt of his into her direction without looking at (y/n) once. “I’ll be back in a few.”
She watched him leave the room with hurried steps, unable to stop her drunken chuckles from leaving her as she fell back against the mattress. The soft shirt she was now wearing smelled like him, a scent she’d always recognise, no matter how much she tried to pull herself away from the grasp her crush on him had on her heart. Years ago she had fallen prisoner to Aaron Hotchner, to the mere thought of him, mere images that were further from the truth than she had originally anticipated.
“Do you need something else?” With tired eyes she watched him approach once again, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a black shirt. She silently prayed that she’d never forget this very moment, the almost domestic feeling the sight of him shot through her. No longer could she guide the words rumbling through her, no longer could she stop her body from acting on the actions she’d curse herself for in the upcoming hours. 
“Stay?”
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Tongue Tied | Spencer Reid
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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol use, making out, mentions of sex (nothing explicit, but MDNI!)
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Being best friends with Penelope Garcia had its perks and disadvantages. More perks than anything else, to be fair. There has never been a day where I’d been sad for more than five minutes. She was too bubbly, too nice, too overly excited about everything that you just couldn’t be sad around her. 
Being best friends with Penelope Garcia also meant hearing a lot of stories from her job and the cases she worked. Almost every day, she’d call me, no matter what time at night or in the morning – much to my chagrin – and tell me all about the case she’d just wrapped up with her team. Having heard so many stories about her found family, I couldn’t help but be curious to meet them. 
She’s worked at the BAU for eight years now and not once have I had the opportunity to meet the team. Mostly because whenever they had some time off and spent it together, I had my own job to go to. 
But now, I finally got to meet them. 
Penelope was throwing a big party for her 34th birthday and I, along with the rest of her team, was invited. She’d told me she was allowed to use her co-worker, David Rossi’s big-ass mansion and to say I was impressed when I arrived, that would be underselling it. 
Dressed in my favorite red dress, I make my way up to the front door, anxiety wracking my brain. Meeting new people always felt scary, no matter how old I got. There was always that tiny voice in the back of your head, wondering if they were going to like you, if you looked right, if your dress wasn’t too provocative.
I’d changed my outfit about ten times before settling on my first option anyway.
Now that I had arrived, the anxiety settled on my chest right up until the moment when my eyes landed on the familiar figure that was my best friend. 
She let out a shriek as she embraced me. “I’m so happy you could finally make it!” she exclaimed before pulling me inside and guiding me all the way through the house. She was going so fast that I barely had the time to properly look around. 
“Pen. Pen, calm down, please,” I said between chuckles. Right in front of the large sliding doors that led to the garden where the party was in full swing, she halted and looked at me with worry pooling her eyes. 
As Penelope was about four years older than me, she had always felt like a bigger sister. And she often acted that way, too. “What is it? Are you okay?” 
“I’m fine. Just nervous…” I mumbled, sighing desperately. “I’ve never met your friends and it’s been kinda freaking me out, so could we please, take a breather?” 
Penelope’s eyes softened as she looked at me. “Yeah. Yeah, we can take a breather. Hey, how about a cocktail, hmm?” She offered me the glass in her hands, one she had wanted to drink, but decided I needed it more. 
“That’s good, yeah,” I whispered before taking a sip. 
For a moment, I closed my eyes to get my bearings until Penelope’s voice shook me out of it. “Hey,” she started. “You’re gonna be fine. They already love you from everything I’ve told them. And if they say as much as one bad thing about you, I will not hesitate to hurt them. Bad.” 
The seriousness in her voice and face caused me to crack up, the anxiety washing away as quickly as it came.
“Okay,” I then said and took another sip. “I’m ready to meet your family.” 
With a smile on her face, Penelope guided me outside where her co-workers were dancing on the makeshift dance floor. Before Penelope could start to introduce everyone, I had already made my mind up about everyone from the stories Penelope had told me. 
“All right, everyone,” Penelope started. “This is Y/N Y/L/N, my best friend. Y/N/N, this is–” 
“Aaron Hotchner,” I interrupted her, shaking the tall man’s hand before my cheeks started flushing when I realized what I’d done. “Sorry, Pen has told me so much about all of you. She said how imposing her boss was, so I made the connection…” 
Her co-workers exchanged glances and I could almost detect their impressed glances. “There’s no way you could get all of our names correct from Garcia’s stories,” another one challenged. When I looked up at him, I tilted my head slightly. The thick eyebrows, the sharp jawline, the muscles… 
“Well, I don’t know, you tell me… Chocolate Thunder.” Derek’s eyebrows shot up in surprise while the girls beside him gasped, their jaws dropping in amusement. I turned towards the women. One blonde, one brunette, both with curious eyes looking back at me. “You must be JJ,” I said to the blonde. “And Emily,” I turned to the brunette, shaking each of their hands politely.
“Damn, Garcia, where did you find her?” Derek joked. 
The heat reached up to my cheeks, creeping all the way up to the tips of my ears. “She’s profiling us,” another voice piped up and when my eyes met his, I swore my heart skipped a beat or two. 
Dr. Spencer Reid. Penelope had told me enough about him. Resident genius. Child prodigy with an IQ of 187. Reading speed of 20,000 words per minute. The most gorgeous pair of eyes I had ever seen – though that was something I’d deducted in the five seconds he looked at me. 
“I-I’m a psychiatrist,” I explained to them. “Sometimes, I have to profile people too, though in different ways than you guys do.” As I glanced up at all of them, they just looked back at me with intrigued shimmers in their eyes. I felt a little more at ease now that the ice had been broken, but I still couldn’t quell every ounce of anxiety that resided on my chest. 
“Okay, enough chit-chat!” Penelope exclaimed excitedly before grabbing another cocktail for herself and lifting the glass in the air. 
I, along with the rest of her team, mimicked her movements until all our glasses were raised and clinking. “To Penelope,” David Rossi announced and all of us just repeated the words, having the girl herself squeal excitedly. 
Just then, the music on the speakers switched to ABBA’s Gimme Gimme Gimme (A Man After Midnight), causing Penelope and I to gasp in excitement. This was the song that brought us together in the first place when we met in a bar nine years ago during a night out and we were the only ones dancing. Safe to say it had been dubbed ‘our song’ ever since. 
Along with Emily and JJ, Penelope and I took to the dancefloor, singing along loudly. I didn’t even need to be drunk to let myself go. With this song, I could be stone cold sober and still be dancing on tabletops. 
“Is there a man out there?” We sang as I pointed at Spencer the same way the other girls pointed at the other guys to get them to join us. A surprised look washed over the Doctor as I danced over to him and grabbed his hand to drag him towards the middle of the dancefloor. 
The eight of us danced the night away. From ABBA to Rihanna and everything in between, Penelope and I made sure everyone stayed on that dance floor with their drinks topped up, always. I fit right in with them. Everything felt so natural that I cursed at myself for being so anxious about this night. There was no reason for me to, at all. 
Three drinks in, I was pretty buzzed and overwhelmed with the happiness and contentment I felt, that I needed to step out. “Pen,” I captured her attention. “Can you show me to the bathroom?” 
“I’ll show you,” Spencer cut in, having caught my question to my best friend. 
I smiled up at him – God, he was so tall – and nodded my head. “Okay. Yeah, sure.”
“Be good, you two,” Penelope almost warned as Spencer and I made our way towards the house. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”
Chuckling, I turned around, but kept walking backwards. “So, I can do everything?!” I teased, ignoring how my cheeks heated up, flustered at the suggestion of Spencer and I doing anything at all. 
I fell back into step with Spencer, allowing the silence to wrap around us while we made our way to the house. My head felt light and my senses were hyper-aware of the presence next to me. I could smell his cologne – fresh and citrusy – and I could hear his even breaths. 
“There you go,” he then said as we were inside and he pointed to a door on the right. I was almost sad our little walk was over, even if we hadn’t said a word to one another. I liked just being around him, it seemed. 
I flashed him a smile. “Thank you, Spencer,” I said before ducking into the bathroom. It wasn’t even like I needed to go, but I went anyway, just to be sure with all those drinks. When I finished, I washed my hands and splashed some water in my face. How did my cheeks still feel this hot? 
After taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the bathroom to rejoin the rest of the party when movement in the living room piqued my interest. I turned the corner to find Spencer going through the books on Rossi’s shelves. 
He waited for me, something in me said, but I refrained myself from saying it out loud in case I read it wrong. 
“You’re still here,” I pointed out instead, capturing the man’s attention. 
His eyes filled with brightness as they landed on me and his smile was equally as dazzling, almost knocking the wind out of me. “I waited for you,” he told me sweetly, his tone dipped in honey, much like his eyes. 
“Y-you waited for me?” I stuttered, trying to wrap my head around the fact that the voice in my head wasn’t wrong. 
He approached me, tucking his hands into his pockets. “Yeah, I-I kinda wanted to show you something…” he muttered before cautiously reaching out a hand. My eyes flicked from his face to his hand and back before placing my hand in his. 
While my stomach tied itself in knots from the somersaults it was doing, I let Spencer guide me up to the balcony on the side of the house where we looked down on the party happening down below. I couldn’t help but smile as my eyes caught onto Penelope dancing with Rossi like their life depended on it. 
The graze of Spencer’s fingers on the palm of my hand shook me out of my thoughts. I glanced up at him to find him gazing down at me with a tender smile and shimmering eyes of honey. He then pointed up to the sky. 
“Look up,” he said softly and I obeyed, craning my neck back until my eyes caught onto the stars above us. Next thing I know, Spencer grabbed my hand and lifted it to draw something in the sky. “That’s Orion,” he told me. “Did you know Orion contains two of the brightest stars in the night sky?” 
“No, I did not know that,” I whispered, trying to ignore him intertwining his fingers with mine as he dropped our hands back to our sides. 
Spencer hummed. “Stars are always perfectly in balance,” he then continued and when I glanced up at him, his gaze was focused on the sky above us. “You might not realize it, but stars are in constant conflict with themselves. The collective gravity of all the mass of a star is pulling it inward. If there was nothing to stop it, the star would just continue collapsing for millions of years until it became its smallest possible size; maybe as a neutron star. But–” he stopped himself as his eyes locked with mine. “I’m rambling, aren’t I?” 
“No!” I answered a little too quickly and a little too feverishly, so I recomposed myself as quickly. “No, I-It’s actually really interesting. I’ve never really known much about stars. All I know about is the human brain and its mental capacities and flaws.” 
A smile graced his beautiful features. “I bet your brain is beautiful,” he blurted out, his cheeks reddening almost instantly when he realized he’d said it out loud. “I-I’m sorry, that was–” 
“The most beautiful compliment anyone has ever given me,” I finished his sentence, smiling, endeared by his confession. “I bet your brain is beautiful, too.” I turned towards him, keeping my hand entwined with his. 
Spencer was looking down at me, the gears behind his eyes clearly going in overdrive as he thought of something to say. It appeared as though I had rendered him silent and I couldn’t help but smirk at the achievement. 
“Did I leave you tongue tied, Dr. Reid?” I asked teasingly, squeezing his hand ever so softly. 
Honey eyes looked into mine, searching for the answer he needed. When he had found the answer, he suddenly cupped my face and captured my lips with his in a hesitant, testing kiss. For a second he pulled back, trying to gauge my reaction with his forehead pressed against mine. My brain was swimming with excitement while my stomach filled with fluttering butterflies. 
“Did I leave you tongue tied, Dr. Y/L/N?” he shot the question back, teasingly. He had gained some confidence back and, above all, it seemed to do something with the chemicals in my brain as I shut it off entirely and went back in. 
My lips slotted perfectly with his. I tilted my head ever so slightly, deepening the kiss. His fingers played with the strands of hair that had escaped my intricate updo while mine had landed on his chest, pulling him impossibly closer by his tie. 
After a while, I needed to come up for air and broke away from the kiss, but still kept him close. My mind was going into overdrive as every single part of me tingled. I felt his every fiber on my skin and I wanted to absorb every possible second I had this man close to me. 
“Maybe we should go back to the party,” I whispered. 
“Maybe we should.” 
“YOU HAD SEX WITH HIM?!” Penelope practically shrieked the next day when I debriefed her on what happened between Spencer and me when we had escaped the party. 
I buried my face in one of the many pillows on her couch and let out a groan. “Yes, I did. I’m so sorry, Pen! It just– It just happened! I don’t know how, we were looking at the stars one moment and the next, he’s kissing me and then suddenly, BOOM! He’s inside me!”
“Damn,” Penelope whispered, everything finally clicking in her brain. “DAMN, I didn’t know our Boy Wonder had so much game!” She almost sounded proud of her co-worker. “Was he any good?” 
“PEN!” I threw the pillow at her cackling form. “Yes, he actually was very good,” I then muttered once the initial embarrassment had died down a little. “Easily top three for me.” 
Penelope’s eyes widened as she plopped down next to me on the couch. “NO!” 
“Yes…” 
Her bottom lip jutted out into a pout. “You two would make the most beautiful geniuses.” 
“Woah, pump your breaks there, Pen,” I chuckled, hitting her with yet another pillow to bring her back to reality. “This was just a one-time-thing. Don’t go ringing the wedding bells so quickly.” 
A smirk landed on her lips. “But you want it to be more than a one-time-thing, don’t you?” she teased. “Yeah, you’re not a one-time-thing-person at all. You’re a cute-date-boyfriend-girlfriend-type of girl.” 
I hated that she knew me so well. Ever since saying goodbye to Spencer at my apartment last night, I haven’t been able to think about anything else but his beautiful honey-colored eyes and the gorgeous smile that grazed his lips so often. 
“Should I ask him out?” I then pondered out loud, earning an excited shriek from my best friend. 
Just as she wanted to add something, her phone started ringing. A hint of terror flashed over her face as she reached over for the device. She was probably scared it was work calling her in for a case on her day off.
Her smirk quickly returned. “Speak of the devil,” she muttered before picking up. “Hey, Reid. We were just talking about you.” 
My eyes widened in shock. Spencer wasn’t supposed to know I went straight to my best friend with every detail of our night together. Though he should’ve expected it. Maybe he did. 
“Yeah, she’s right here,” Penelope’s voice snapped me out of my own head, her eyes fixated on me. “Yeah, sure.” She then reached the phone out to me. Hesitantly, I took over the device and pressed it to my ear whilst getting up from the couch and moving away from Penelope. 
“Hi Spencer,” I greeted awkwardly. 
“Hey, y/n. Uhm… I just–I wanted to call you but since I don’t have your number, I figured I could call Garcia to ask for it, but since you are there…” He trailed off a little. I could hear the smile in his voice as he talked, sending shivers down my body. “I was just wondering… If, maybe, you’d want to go out for coffee later today? I’m sure you’re nursing a hangover right about now and I read somewhere–”
“I’d love to, Spencer,” I quickly cut him off, too eager to listen to his ramblings. A silence fell on the other side of the line. A smirk landed on my lips as I just listened to his soft breathing. “Did I leave you tongue tied, Dr. Reid?” I asked, repeating last night’s question. 
A chuckle rolled off his lips. “I think you’re always gonna leave me tongue tied, Doctor.”
At that moment, I realized I wanted to leave him tongue tied more often. As long as he could overwhelm me with all his facts and genius ideas between those moments, I’d probably be the happiest and luckiest woman in the world. 
As long as he left me tongue tied, too. 
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cillianmesoftlyyy · 3 months
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Horror Movies Pt. 2 | Neil Lewis x fem!reader
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Summary: She shares a special passion for horror movies with her boss, Neil Lewis. But it doesn't end there, she also shares his secrets... or at least the ones he can keep himself. He's been keeping one from her but maybe a night of adventure will break the silence and scare them to their senses.
Warnings: Drinking, semi-public sex, boss/employee relationship, struggles with self-image, spying, invasion of privacy, slight disrespect for the dead, smut, moments of miscommunication and assumed consent, unprotected sex, oral, and some fluff.
word count: 3229k
Lady Grinning Soul- David Bowie 🎶
Freak- Lana Del Rey 🎵
Minors do not interact!
“What are you doing, Neil?” She whispered, not wanting to trespass. 
“Having a little adventure since our act of chivalry was all for naught.” He shrugged and smiled goofily. 
“You want to play golf?” She looked between the dark green and Neil’s face. 
“Nah, not golf.” 
She stared at him for a little while longer before ducking beneath the fence. He followed her and they started to cross the green, looking up at the star studded sky. 
“The stars are so pretty tonight.” She pointed up at the clusters of twinkling lights. 
“Wait until you see what I have to show you.” He smiled mischievously and took her wrist. He pulled her across the golf course and through the connecting gate. 
“Where are we now?” She looked around and noticed the distant groupings of headstones. “Are we in a cemetery?” 
“Bingo.” Neil laughed and let her wrist go, running ahead a little. The graveyard was cool and still, surrounded on all sides by tall shrubbery. They climbed the short hill up onto the main stretch of green, walking alongside the grave markers. 
“This feels like the beginning of a horror movie.” She recalled Neil’s previous statement from the morning and he laughed. 
“I like to come here at night. It’s so peaceful and I like to look at the people’s names. It helps put my life into perspective.” He led her to a small mausoleum beside a weeping willow and swiped his arm across his forehead. 
“Isn’t it beautiful?” He gestured around and she nodded. 
“It really is but… what does this have to do with the bra?” 
“Ah, well since you can’t use it and Nancy doesn’t want it back, I thought we could leave it as an offering… here.” 
“Who do you want to give it to?” 
“Someone who died the same day that one of us was born.” He stated as he had already begun looking. She helped him and they passed the lines of headstones, checking each name for their respective birth and death dates. They wandered through a few plots until they found a secluded embankment. There was an older headstone with Neil’s birthday listed as the person’s death date. 
“Here.” Neil pointed to the numbers on the stone and smiled up at her from the ground where he was crouched. She joined him on the ground and nodded. “Edgar Allen… that’s almost too weird. It must be a fake name. Edgar Allen? He just needs a ‘Poe.’” 
She trailed her fingers over his name and nodded. 
“So, how do we do this?”
“What, are you saying that you’ve never left an expensive bra at a dead person’s grave?” He joked and she almost laughed out loud when he put his hand over her mouth, shushing her with a smile. 
“You’ll wake the dead.” He whispered and she smiled against his hand, her eyes boring into his. She hoped that her eyes were telling him what she wanted or how happy she was to be with him, even if it was in a fucking cementary. He removed his hand slowly and cleared his throat. Sweat coating his forehead, trapping a few strands of his longer dark hair. 
“We, uh, let’s just drape it over the headstone.” He put the bra over the long rectangular top of the stone. 
“We should say a few words.” She offered and cleared her throat quietly, “May I?” She glanced over at him. Neil was staring at her, his lips parted partly. 
“Uh, er, yeah. Of course.” He sniffed and looked back at the headstone. 
“Mr. Allen, we leave you this offering in hopes that you will bestow upon us the grace of your guidance and experience. Inspire us to be brave and forward with our… desires,” she couldn’t think of a better word, “Help us imagine ways of living our lives to the fullest.” She added. When she glanced over, Neil was nodding almost absentmindedly. 
“Give us a little adventure in our lives, Edgar.” He clarified. 
“Mhmm.” She hummed in agreement and they waited in silence for a few minutes, taking in the serene peacefulness of the graveyard. 
“If this were a horror movie, we would be-” She broke the silence but the force of Neil’s body cut her off. He’d kissed her, his hands snaking behind her head and pulling her into an aggressive kiss. She pulled away breathlessly, he was panting too.
“What-” She started.
“I’m sorry, christ. I thought you were… sending me a signal.” He stumbled over his words. 
“You thought I was asking you to make a move on top of someone’s grave?” She raised a suspicious eyebrow and he chuckled, embarrassed. 
“I don’t know what I was thinking. I just… oh I don’t know.” He trailed off and stood, putting his hands back into his pocket and turning away from the grave. She followed him quickly. 
“What, Neil?” She stumbled after him, up the embankment. He spun around and held a hand against his head.
“I just… I thought that lately there was something different between us.” He looked away. 
“Neil…” she frowned and fought the anger in her voice, “you just fucked someone last night. I don’t know if I should believe anything that you’re saying right now.” She crossed her arms across her chest and looked up at the sky. 
“I, well we didn’t actually… have sex.” He mumbled. 
“What do you mean?” She raised her eyebrow. 
“God, this is so fucking embarrassing,” he pulled down on his face and trilled his lips. 
“What, what is it?” He nearly smiled, finding him too funny to take seriously. 
“Well, she came into the store right before closing last night and put on this whole act about which movie to pick… kind of like the girl in the store today. I told her to pick Arsenic and Old Lace… yada yada yada, she ends up flirting and leaning over the counter, batting her eyelashes at me. I’ll admit that I succumbed to her but as soon as she got me on the couch, she started… eh slapping me and calling me a bad boy and look, I totally get kinks but it was a little too weird for me.” 
“So what happened?” She encouraged him to go on and he looked back at her, his heart fluttering in his chest. He sighed and looked at his feet. 
“We watched the movie and the whole time she wouldn’t stop talking, so she missed basically everything. And when the movie was over, she started kissing me and undressing herself. And when she got my pants down, I couldn’t get it up. So, that’s what happened.” 
She gasped and immediately clamped a hand over her mouth.
“I’m sorry. It isn’t funny, Neil,” she apologized but he shook his head. “Whatever, go ahead and laugh. I don’t know how it happened but I just wasn’t attracted to her. I don’t need a girl who’s a film geek like me but I can’t stand people who just talk through a movie or pay absolutely no attention to what’s happening. There’s not point in putting it on if you’re not going to pay attention. And not to mention she looked-” He cut himself off and chucked. 
“What?” She waited for him to finish but he shook his head. 
“It’s silly.” He sniffed. 
“We’ve already gotten this far, you might as well tell me.” 
He cocked his head, staring at her face in the faded light of the crescent moon. He inhaled deeply and told her, point blank. 
“She looked like you,” he took another breath, “she looked like you but she was nothing like you. I realized that I was only humoring her because she looked like you and for some reason, my subconscious had tricked me into thinking she was you. And after that, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He watched her for her reaction and she exhaled shakily, not knowing how to respond. 
“What happened after that?” She asked quietly. 
“I told her that it wasn’t a good night and she packed up. In the heat of the moment, she must have forgotten her bra but look,” he took a step closer, “that doesn’t mean our relationship needs to change. It's not like I’m in love with you or obsessed, I just realized that the person that I was really attracted to this whole time has been you.” He looked down into her eyes. “I didn’t have time to explain it this morning and I knew how it looked so…” He shrugged, “I actually haven’t slept with anyone in weeks. Ever since you got the haircut actually, I guess I haven’t stopped thinking about you whether or not I was conscious of it.” 
“Jonathan asked me out.” Was all she could think to say and Neil chuckled lightly. 
“That’s a minor detail.”
“He’s one of your best friends.” 
“And because he’s one of my best friends, he’ll understand why I’m doing this.” 
“What if I don’t like you back?” She narrowed her eyes, wanting to stand her ground a little longer. He took one more step closer, their feet almost touching and he leaned over slightly, his breath brushing her forehead.
“Do you like me?” He asked softly. 
“I don’t know,” she lied. He brushed his lips against hers. 
“Do you want to find out?” He teased her and her breath caught, nearly choking her. She couldn’t speak from the nerves paralyzing her, so she just nodded. He rubbed his lips against her lips, not kissing her yet. She brushed her nose against the soft spot of skin below his nose and above his lip, standing on the balls of her feet. Her hands came up and stopped midair, unsure how or where to touch him. Turning his head slightly to the side he kissed her. His hands went from the top of her thighs to her waist and then up to her neck, which he held in place while he moved his head to kiss her. He stood still and reciprocated his slow kisses as best as she could. She put her hands on the outside of his and wrapped her fingers around each wrist. He sucked on her lip and she let her head fall back, giving him a better angle. She stumbled back a little and he caught her in his arms, his lips never skipping a beat as he sucked her and explored her. 
“Are we going to fuck in a graveyard?” She panted, pulling herself away from his hungry mouth. Neil smiled and looked around at the deserted cemetery, empty with the exception of the dead. He shrugged. 
“Do you think they’ll hold it against us? Haunt us for the rest of our lives?” She smiled.
“Are you kidding? They’re probably dying for a show.” He cracked himself up over his own pun and she rolled her eyes affectionately. She kissed him again before he could make another joke and pulled him into the alcove of a mausoleum. There was a stone casket beside the mausoleum and they stumbled over to it, wordlessly deciding to fuck against it. He pressed her back up against the cold stone which felt amazing in the humid summer air. He groped her breasts and she slid a hand down Neil’s chest below the waistband of his jeans. She reached her hand into his underwear and took a hold of his hard cock. She smiled against his lips. 
“It obviously wasn’t a problem this time, was it?” She teased and he groaned, looking up at the sky. 
“No, no, it wasn’t.” He laughed breathlessly as she rubbed her hand down his length, twisting her palm at the end. He went back to kissing her but broke off to whine and pant occasionally as she jerked him off. She pulled her hand back out and spat on it before returning it back into his pants. She fondled his balls and squeezed them, making him gasp against her lips. He reached a hand up her camisole and wrestled his hand beneath her bra. He was definitely a breast man. 
She removed her hand from his pants and pulled his pelvis against her by looping her fingers through his belt loops. With his free hand, Neil unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped the fly. She did the same for his jeans and turned around, sticking her butt against his hard crotch. 
“Fuck…” Neil looked at her ass and felt himself get even harder. He pulled her back against him by holding her shoulder. He kissed her bare neck and carded his hands through her cropped hair. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered and she sighed softly. At that moment, she felt infinitely beautiful, so beautiful that it would last a lifetime. He pulled down his pants slightly and glanced around before bending her over again. She pulled down her jeans and rubbed her underwear against him like before. She held her hands flat against the stone casket monument and opened her mouth, nearly moaning in anticipation of Neil’s cock inside her. He slowly rolled down her underwear, the hipster style that covered her butt. They were white, ironically. 
Exposing her ass, he moaned and reached around to her cunt and rubbed her clit. 
“God, fuck me already, Neil.” She pleaded and he nodded. 
“Are you wet enough? I don’t have a condom.” 
“I’m soaking wet, Neil. Don’t worry about the condom. It’s ok with me.” 
“Ok, ok.” He smiled and spat on his hand, rubbing the saliva over her folds. Then he did it again, smearing his spit on his own cock. She gasped loudly when he pushed his tip inside her. He grabbed her hips and tried to stop himself from rutting into her. 
“Fuck, go slow… you’re so big.” She whimpered and moaned as he slowly pushed further in. He gasped pitifully and resisted the urge to cum immediately like a schoolboy. 
“Jesus, you feel so good.” He panted and watched as his cock went further inside her. She clutched her uterus, trying to allow him to enter her. He whined as she did so and gave a few tiny thrusts. 
“Ah, ahh.” He moaned weakly and started to fuck her more regularly, feeling her walls begin to mold around him. “Oh fuck, its so good.” He pulled her hips against him with a harder thrust and she cried out softly, her hands sweating against the stone. As she became wetter, he slid in and out faster, hitting the bottom of her uterus each time. 
“Jesus, Neil!” She moaned and pushed herself against him, wanting him further inside. 
“I can’t go any farther, honey. You’re not big enough.” He whispered against her neck and continued to fuck her with the same primal sexuality as a dog in heat. She hummed to keep herself from screaming out. 
“Fuck yes, this is so good.” He praised her and went faster, his pale legs shaking with pleasure. He felt like he was losing his virginity all over again, needing to come already and they had just started. He pulled out and spun her around to kiss her, his hand holding her chin up to reciprocate his kiss. He switched places with him and pushed him onto the ground where he was sitting on the grass. She kicked off her jeans and underwear, still in her shoes and socks and straddled him. He whimpered as she lowered herself onto him and sat completely on him. She shifted her hips back and forth, wanting him to stay completely inside her. His back was against the stone. When she started to feel her orgasm approaching he started to move up and down, snapping on top of his cock in quick movements that made them both cry out.
“Mmmm, fuck…” Neil panted and looked up at her, studying how her head fell back and her neck arched out towards him. He looked down and watched how her cunt took him, so wet that precum dribbled down his cock onto his pubic hair. 
“Um, God, Neil, I’m gonna cum.” She panted and he smiled. 
“Come here,” he wrapped his arms around her and turned her around again, laying her flat on her back on the grass and thrusted into her again. She gasped and clutched a handful of grass above her head. She wrapped her thighs around his waist and he sat on his knees, pulling her up to meet him. He fucked her hard and fast, pounding his pelvis against hers. The muscles in his butt clenched as he fucked her desperately. She covered her mouth and cried out in pleasure. She squirted but he continued to fuck her, chasing his own high. 
“I’m so close.” He panted and ran his hand down her chin. She looked so beautiful below him, mouth still slightly agape in a pleasurable ‘O’ shape. “Fuck! Oh my God.” He cried and pulled out quickly so that he wouldn’t cum inside her. She rolled over and sucked him off, allowing him to fuck her throat weakly as he finally spilled him cum down her throat. She rolled her tongue around his cock and licked the tip as he pulled out, panting like he had just run a race. He collapsed beside her on the ground and laughed in disbelief. She laughed too, covering her face with her hands. 
“Fucking hell.” She laughed into her hands. “That was the best I ever had,” she admitted and he smiled proudly. 
“Honestly it was mine too, and my first time in a cemetery, I’ll admit.” 
“What, you’re saying to don’t fuck all your girlfriends here?” She teased and he shook his head, rolling it side to side on the ground. A pleasant silence settled between them as they caught their breath. She tried to ignore the fact that she mentioned girlfriends. Neil flopped his head to the side and watched her, her long eyelashes fluttering as she blinked. 
“Is that what you are now?” He asked.
“Am I what?”
“Are you my girlfriend now?” He clarified with a small smirk. 
“Is that your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?” She laughed and looked away.
“No…” He rolled on top of her and kissed her all over her face, “this is my way of asking. Will… you… be… my… girlfriend?” He asked between feverish kisses. She giggled and propped herself up on her elbows, kissing him back. He slowed his kisses down and she pulled away with a happy sigh. 
“I guess so.” She said finally and he raised his shoulder to his ears, looking around in childish glee.
“Oh, come on!” She pushed him playfully away and stood. He helped her change back into her clothes and they fixed their clothing. She combed through Neil’s hair with her fingers and nodded her approval. Neil looked down at his watch and nodded. 
“The store opens in exactly seven hours, whatever will we do with our time?” He wrapped his arms around her, clamping her arms against her sides and kissing her neck. 
“I have an idea.” She smiled around his kisses.
“What?” 
“Take me home.” 
“What if you’re a serial killer?” He faked a sense of suspicion. 
“Then I guess we’ll just have to find out.” She teased and kissed him deeply, her index finger pressed against the hollow of his cheek.
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the-au-thor · 2 months
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hi !
if you’re still taking blurbs how about a spencer x tall!reader where reader is insecure about their height but spencer finds it attractive and likes that their taller and reassures them
love ya <3
Dear one; thanks for your request, I am the smallest person I know tho. But I tried my best cause I understand what someone feels when they're being judge all the time by their height and how it is to feel so self conscious about it.
I hope you like this one. Is dedicate to all the tall ones; you are so freaking amazing, you are stars and you should never feel embarrassed. Stand tall and proud my loves!
On my Knees | Spencer Reid x tall!reader
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"And well? What do you think?" You asked, stepping out of the store's fitting room.
Spencer saw you and almost lost his breath. You looked stunning; you were choosing the outfit you would wear that night at David's party.
Annually, Rossi orchestrated one of the best parties at the BAU. He invited technicians, analysts, and agents from the office who had worked with them throughout the year, along with their families. You were his, so it was natural for you to accompany him tonight.
Normally, Spencer felt somewhat awkward at parties; the only thing that helped him endure was his friends who always managed to convince him to eventually dance with them. This time would be different, and he sensed it because he had you. He had never had someone to bring to parties, never had many parties to attend to, and even in college, he was too young to be taken into account for it.
"You look fabulous," he finally spoke, taking a step closer to you just in time for you to turn around, giving him your back and studying yourself in the mirror. You stretched the fabric of your clothes and looked at yourself with doubt while nervously bending your legs. Spencer could see the discomfort in your expression and furrowed his brow in concern.
"What if I don't go? Would I be an asshole for it? Yes. Don't answer. Sorry"
Spencer sighed.
"Darling..."
You interrupted him, "It's just that I don't know everyone, just your team. What if the rest don't like me? What if, I don't know, I embarrass you because everyone is too brilliant?" You asked, biting your lips.
Spencer raised his eyebrows surprised. "I can assure you that everyone there will love you, and besides, really? You're in charge of the speech and language pathology department, specializing in rehabilitation and therapy. What brilliance do they have that you don't?"
You looked at him through the mirror skeptically.
Once, a bomb exploded two meters away from Spencer; they were chasing a serial bomber who wanted to explode the Capitol. Upon reaching the emergency room, the specialist noticed damage to his eardrum, gave him treatment, and suggested rehabilitation with the best speech therapist in the hospital: you.
Spencer never thought he would meet the love of his life in a hospital, but there he was. Frustrated because he couldn't work or communicate normally with people. He couldn't hear, he wasn't very patient, was grumpy and pessimistic, but you were kind enough to help him through it and put him in his place in sign language when you discovered that he was fluent in that language.
It was a matter of time before Spencer asked you out, it took a lot of courage on his part and a lot of confidence on your part. But they had made it work perfectly for the last year and a half.
"I do not lock up psychopaths with speech therapy" Spencer hugged you slowly from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning a little to rest his chin on your shoulders. He felt you lower your shoulders slightly.
"No, but you make the world better by helping people" he replied softly, kissing your shoulder tenderly. "What's wrong? I know it's not about this, love; tell me," he pleaded.
You looked at him through the mirror and then turned to face him because the truth was that there was no one else you could look directly in the eyes when you felt vulnerable other than Spencer.
"Don't laugh," you asked, even though you knew Spencer wasn't cruel. "I know there are much worse things, believe me, I'm aware, but..."
"Dear, I won't judge you, just tell me," he asked, taking your hands in his to give you confidence.
You saw him hesitate but finally mustered the courage to be honest with him.
"Do you know why I am specializing in pediatric rehabilitation now?"
"You love children."
Another thing you and Spencer shared.
"Yes, that's true because children don't judge. If they say something, it's not out of malice or bad intention. They are pure and pleasant, and usually, if there's anything wrong with them, it's probably because of the adults around them," you clarified, looking at him embarrassed through your lashes. Spencer frowned somewhat disoriented; he still couldn't grasp your point.
"Why would you feel defective?"
You looked at him somewhat impatiently and sighed.
"Look at me," you whispered, "I've always seen people from above. I always have to bend down to get on a bus, a car or even to walk through a door, and I was usually excluded from dances because my height made people uncomfortable."
Spencer still frowned when you gave that explanation. He looked you up and down without understanding how being tall could be considered a defect. To him, you were a unique blend of strength and grace, not damaged or something like it. His face changed with realization.
"Is that why you always slouch with your hair over your face?"
You bit your inner cheek uncomfortably and nodded.
"I know there are more significant tragedies. That others have a much harder life, but I grew up with people around me who loved to remind me every moment how different I was just because of that, as if I were not aware and needed others to tell me. I couldn't date because who would want get on their tiptoes to give me a kiss? It was embarrassing and tiresome, and basically, I just... isolated myself."
Spencer let you speak; he knew you needed to get it out of your system because never for a moment was the topic of your height an issue for him. Nor had it been a discussion, and for him, the fact that you felt bad about it is news. He knew you were taller and he didn't care he was shorter, he was on his knees for you anyway. He had never noticed how insecure you felt about your height though, and he regretted not noticing it earlier to give you the help you needed.
"You have no idea of the prejudices and clichés that come with this. Always being the tallest in class; everyone assumed I must be athletic and sturdy because my height was a blessing," you added, rolling your eyes, "or my mother's friends telling her how great it would be if I joined modeling classes because I shouldn't waste my height," you grunted, recalling years of pigeonholing and hearing opinions that others felt free to say about your body, "Everyone had something to say, and they always made me think that my decisions should revolve around my physique as if I didn't have other valuable things about me, I don't know, emotional qualities or intelligence."
When you let out all your frustration, you seemed more relieved. Spencer nodded, trying to think carefully about his words before saying them.
"Normally, I would say something interesting about the benefits of being tall, but the truth is, I can't think of any," he finally said, causing you to lift your gaze to him, taking your chin. He smiled at you, "And it's because a person is not their height; I've met wonderful people whom I have never, even for a second, categorized by how much or how little they measure. It's ridiculous that they do that, and all those people who tried to pigeonhole you just because of your height are stupid. And you've proven to each and every one of them that they were wrong, that you are without a doubt much more than your height, and I'm glad. Anyone who doesn't see how wonderful you are just because of something like your height doesn't deserve your time or concern."
You frowned embarrassed.
"But that's you; others are not equally considerate."
"True, but I can promise you that no one at tonight's party will care about your height or how much or little I have to stand on tiptoes to kiss you," he whispered the last part with tenderness, cradling your face, "You should never bend for anyone, not even for me. I love you, my love, I love you with my life, and I know you're worth whatever height I need to reach for you, and every effort will be enough."
You closed your eyes, moved. Spencer loved you, and he truly showed it; any insecurity you felt was because he didn't stop trying to convince you every day that you were precious to him. With him, everything felt possible because he loved you.
"I love you too, very much," you reminded him of the words you had told him countless times but that never felt like enough, "Seriously, it doesn't bother you?" You furrowed your brow with a final hint of concern.
Spencer rubbed his nose against yours, shaking his head and smiling.
"Not at all, to me, you'll always be the most wonderful person in the world, no matter what."
You opened your eyes and nodded, expecting him to kiss you. This time, you didn't bend, and you waited for Spencer to press his lips to yours briefly, giving you the courage you needed.
"So, Do you really like this one?" You turned to look at yourself in the mirror again, and Spencer observed you once more. Now, you also wore your smile, and it was the best outfit you could have chosen because it was honest. He saw you with appreciation and love, and you knew you couldn't isolate yourself anymore; you had your perfect date, someone who wouldn't be ashamed of you and was secure enough not to be intimidated by something like your height.
"Darling, if everyone stares when we enter Rossi's house tonight, it's because they'll know I've won the jackpot, and there's no way I'm letting you go tonight or any other night" Your cheeks flushed, and you felt warmth inside you.
"You know Spence, I could definitely bend down to kiss you" you said with a smile.
Spencer smiled back
"Let's meet in the middle"
Oh, you loved him so much.
You stood tall, caressing the fabric of your clothes, and nodded confidently.
"I'm buying this "
Spencer smiled proudly. It didn't matter what you wore. He knew you would look good. What mattered, in fact, was that he would be the lucky one taking you to the party tonight and back home afterward.
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A Luke the size shifter G/t short story, a cute little fluff story featuring Luke just being himself at home around his family, plus we get a first look at his super adorable little sister Ivy! Thanks for the awesome suggestion @8-bitlurking, I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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Luke walked slowly down the long gravel drive toward his home, it had been a long day at school, and he was ready to flop on his bed and play some video games.
Luke’s Father, David, meanwhile, was shovelling hay in the field behind his family’s home, he looked up from his work for a moment, wiping sweat from his brow when he saw his son Luke meandering down the drive, he gave him a wave and a tired smile.
“Hey Luke! Wanna help your old man out?”
It had taken some great adjusting for their family since Luke’s unique abilities showed up when he was six years old, almost ten years ago now.
David was immensely proud of his son and the man he was growing up to be, any other teenager might use their abilities for petty or even malicious reasons, but Luke remained humble and never used his power to intentionally hurt anyone, in fact he tried not to use them on purpose at all.
When Luke was at home however, he was free to be himself, his family never made him feel like a freak in fact on days like today, his gifts came in handy when helping out with chores.
“Sure Dad, what’d ya need?” Luke dumped his bag beside the wooden fence post and ducked under it, stepping into the field beside his father. Since hitting puberty Luke had proven to be a tall lad, at his normal height anyway he stood a few inches taller than his father, an impressive six foot five.
“This is taking me hours to shovel, do you reckon you could help me lift it all over to the stables?”
Luke nodded and eyed the large pile of hay that had been stored in the shed, his father had been shovelling small amounts into a wheelbarrow and wheeling it over to the stable across the field, only being able to move small amounts at a time.
Their truck was having issues and currently at the mechanic, so this task which was usually a simple one had become much more difficult.
Luke stepped backwards a couple of feet until he was a safe distance away from his father before closing his eyes and focussing.
Concentrating on the tight pulse in his skin, he urged himself to grow into his giant height, a staggering sixty-five feet, that should make things a little easier. Opening his eyes again, he looked down at his father who was smiling up at him. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to seeing things from such a vastly different perspective, but at least at home he didn’t have to worry about scaring anyone or keeping his gifts a secret.
David felt the ground quake beneath him from the dropping weight of his massive son as he kneeled down before him, and watched in amazement as Luke nudged the whole pile he had been working on into the palm of one hand. He’d seen him things like this before, but it was equally impressive every time.
Once the pile was loaded into his hand, Luke then offered his other hand to his father palm up and flat on the ground, asking permission to pick him up. Luke knew his father could easily follow him over to the stables on his own but even being used to being this size around his family, he still felt uneasy having them around his feet when one foot was easily bigger than their family care.
He would never risk the safety of those he cared about most, no matter how comfortable he felt around them.
“Thanks son.” David said, jumping onto the teenager’s hand with no hesitation at all before promptly sitting down, he was fully aware of the natural sway and motion of a giant hand, he didn’t want to have to keep fighting for his balance.
With all aboard, Luke slowly stood up and walked what was to him only a few steps over to the stables, the horses whinnied from within, undoubtedly feeling his arrival through the floorboards.
“How was school?” David asked casually sitting cross legged and looking skyward at his son’s magnified face from the palm of his hand.
Luke shrugged slowly, trying his best not to jostle his father around too much from the casual movement.
“It was fine, Matt was away, I think he’s got the flu or something.”
Luke lowered his hand to the ground, letting his father step off first before dumping the hay at the entryway of the stables. David nodded walking over to the hay pile to start moving it into the individual stalls with a rusty pitchfork.
“You should invite him over for dinner, your mother’s making a vegetable soup as we speak, it would be good for him as well, lord knows that boy doesn’t get anything green to eat at home.”
Luke sat down in front of the stable, idly pinching small amounts of the dried grass between his thumb and finger, thinking over his father’s words.
“Yeah, I guess I could.” Luke loved his friend, but he wasn’t sure he could deal with Matt’s high energy today; however, maybe sick Matt would be more subdued, he would think it over.
“He knows, doesn’t he?” David said casually, he continued to move the hay into different stalls not looking up at his son who still hadn’t shrunk back down yet.
“What?” Luke dropped the grass he had been playing idly with and his eyes shot up to stare into his fathers broad back.
“Matt knows about your abilities.” David reiterated, he dusted off his hands and crossed them over his wide chest before meeting his son’s large pale blue eyes.
“Wha- No, why do you think-?” Luke floundered for a good lie but let’s face it, he wasn’t very good at lying, he was honestly surprised with himself for keeping it from his family for a few weeks already.
“Matt hasn’t been round here in a few weeks; you’ve been acting funny when we bring him up, and Ivy read your journal.” He listed each on his fingers while Luke had dropped his mouth open in shock.
“So, it was either Matt knew about your secret, or you’re in love with him.” David smirked at the shocked expression on Luke’s face and shrugged like it was no big deal.
“Now shrink down already, I told you I needed your help and your big ass hands wont fit in the stables.” David gathered another fork of hay as Luke shrunk behind him.
“Ivy read my journal!?” Luke shouted once he was back at his regular size, still processing the revelation his father had dumped on him, his little sister had been snooping in his room, she had read about his most private thoughts and then blabbed them all to his parents!
Luke’s face was so red with embarrassment he thought he might be able to fry eggs on his cheeks.
“Yeah, sorry bud, she said she found it, and it was full of sappy stuff about Matt and how you wanted to tell him about your secret. Your mother and I have already spoken to her about the privacy issue, so it’s been dealt with.” David had finished spreading the hay in one of the stables when he turned around to find Luke right there in his face, cheeks red with embarrassment and disbelief.
“Dad!” Luke groaned in frustration; he couldn’t believe his ears.
“So, you did tell him then?” David continued unphased, grabbing a brush to start brushing down Mayfair’s golden coat, their blue ribboned, prized horse three years running.
Luke ran a hand through his short curly brown hair, threatening to pull it all out in annoyance. Luke closed his eyes taking a deep breath, he would deal with Ivy later, grabbing a handful of oats to feed to Mayfair he nodded his head in answer to his father’s question.
“Yes, Matt knows, but I didn’t tell him, he kinda found out…” His words faded into a mumble; he knew that his parents wouldn’t be too upset about Matt knowing his secret, but more so in the way he had found out.
“And how exactly did he find out Luke?” David’s voice was stern, and he knew he wouldn’t like what he was about to hear.
“After that big test, I kinda… grew. I made it to the forest though, no one saw me I swear, but um, Matt kinda followed me, so… Yeah.”
His father sighed and Luke waited with bated breath for the lecture to come.
“You don’t need me to tell you how dangerous that could have been, you and I both know how badly that could have gone.” David sighed again, closing his eyes to think. Over all the years Luke had gained a fair amount of control over his ability but he still wasn’t in complete control, his emotions always seemed to get the better of him.
“Maybe we need to do some more practice this weekend yeah? You need to stay in control of this Luke, it’s too dangerous for yourself and others if you continue to shift uncontrollably.”
Luke nodded in quiet agreement, their practice usually consisted of shifting all day until complete exhaustion and practicing calming techniques.
“I’m sorry Dad, I am trying.” Luke hung his head, absently petting Mayfair’s snout.
David pulled his son into a hug. “I know bud, it’s okay.” After pulling away from their embrace they both headed for the house, walking through the field in mostly silence until David spoke up again.
“So has Matt been, okay? Ya know, since finding out?”
Luke smiled widely then, thinking back over his friend’s dramatic reaction and constant wild chatter about being a superhero.
“Yeah, he’s cool with it.” Luke answered casually and thought to himself that Matt was more than cool with it.
“And you’re not in love with him?” He was actually going to kill Ivy.
“No Dad, I’m not in love with Matt.” Luke face palmed as they approached the back door, kicking off their boots before entering the house.
“Hey, just checking, your mum and I will love you and support you no matter what, we are very modern.” He said with his hands up in defence.
Luke groaned and rolled his eyes, why were parents so embarrassing.
“Damnit.” Luke heard his mother curse from the kitchen, he and his father eyed each other before heading into the kitchen to see his Mother peering through the gap between the kitchen bench and the oven. Her hand was reaching for something in the gap, her arm only going as far as her forearm before getting stuck.
“What have you lost honey?” David was at her side immediately helping her gently pull her hand back out again.
“Oh, I’m sorry, it’s my ring, I took it off to do the dishes and I must have bumped it, it fell down there.” Karly looked so guilty and so upset, David rubbed her back soothingly telling her it was okay, they’d just pull the oven out to get behind it, no problems. Luke had a simpler idea.
“It’s okay Mum, I’ve got this.” His parents turned to him to find that he was already shrinking and heading right toward the gap like it was no big deal.
Carefully stepping around his father’s socked feet he approached the space between the bench and the oven, it was a thin gap and even being so small he had to turn on his side and sidestep through. Quickly he realized just how often this space got cleaned which was definitely never, his clothes quickly were coated in oven grease and dust, but he persevered.
As he approached the wall, he could see a gold ring with small sapphires dotting the surface in an intricate pattern. He picked up the admittedly heavy chunk of metal and pulled it over his head until it sunk down to his shoulders like an extremely thick and awkward necklace before making his way back towards the light of the kitchen.
Finally stepping out from the gap, he pulled the ring over his head once more and held it up in triumph.
“Got it!” He shouted with a wide grin across his freckled features.
His mother knelt down in front of him with a soft smile, she laid out her hand for him to step onto, instead Luke approached her ring finger and pushed the ring until it fit snugly where it should have been all along, only then he stepped lightly onto her palm to be lifted up to her face.
“Luke you are precious, thank you.” She held him to her cheek in an appreciative hug before letting him off on the kitchen bench, where he proceeded to grow back to his normal height, legs swinging off the side of the cool white surface.
“No problem at all, though I might recommend cleaning back there, it’s gross.” He indicated to his grotty clothes; his mother scrunched up her nose taking in his appearance.
“Go take a shower and get changed, dinner will be ready in an hour.” She agreed.
Luke nodded and headed for the front door right as it opened to reveal a dishevelled looking twelve-year-old girl, her brown hair was coming loose out of her two long plaits, her face was covered in dirt and her knees exposed to reveal bruises. This wasn’t out of the ordinary for young Ivy though, she was a risk taker and if she didn’t come home from school dirty then she didn’t have an awesome day.
“Hey Ivy.” Luke said calmly, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the wall to peer down at her.
“Luke!” She shouted in excitement, a wide smile revealing two missing front teeth, she made to hug him, but he held a hand up to stop her, his expression serious.
“Got something you wanna tell me?” He asked carefully, the colour drained from her face, and she gulped audibly.
“Oh shoot!” She cursed before diving between her brothers’ legs and bolting down the hall to her bedroom.
Luke was hot on her tail, as quick as she could she slammed her bedroom door behind her and sat in front of it as he pushed on the door to be let in. The banging on the door went silent and Ivy let out a deep breath of relief, he must have given up already.
“Can’t get rid of me that easy.” Came a voice from beside her, she shrieked upon seeing Luke’s six-and-a-half-inch form beside her, he must have shrunk to get under the door, she stood quickly and jumped onto her bed, hiding under the covers.
Luke meanwhile grew once more back to his standard height and approached the bed sitting down beside the lump under the covers.
“Come on Ivy, I know you read my journal, I’m not mad, I just want a hug.”
Slowly she peeked out from under the covers to see a soft expression on her brother’s face coaxing her out gently, she relented and pushed back the covers. Quick as a flash Luke wrapped his arms around her pulling her into his lap and holding her tightly, she hadn’t noticed before how dirty he was, but Luke hadn’t forgotten.
Upon inhaling the scent coming from him she gagged and writhed to be let go but his arms held firm.
“Uh ah, no you don’t.” He chided.
“God Luke, you smell like a toilet, get off of me! What is this stuff!?” She screeched, the guck had smeared onto her clothes, through her hair and on her face, she wanted to be sick.
“Nope! This is what you get for snooping through my things!” He held her more tightly and smeared more of the guck into her clothes.
“Ahhhhh.” She screamed for help, but none came, only an overbearing brother who smelt like a skunk and unfortunately proved to be a lot stronger than she was.
“Okay, okay! I promise I won’t go through your stuff again! Get off of me, I’m gonna be sick!” She cried.
The pressure around her eased and Luke let her go, she flopped back on her bed panting and gagging dramatically, glaring daggers at her brother who only smirked mischievously at her.
“Pinky promise?” He held out his pinkie finger to her, it was also covered in guck, and she gulped before grasping the greasy finger with her own, quickly making a pinkie promise before snatching her finger back like it had been burnt. “So gross!”
Luke laughed, ruffling his little sister’s knotty hair before leaving the room and heading for his own little granny flat beside their family home to take a shower and change his clothes, he really did smell like a toilet.
He sighed in contentment as he entered his own space, his little sister irritated him, and his parents were becoming more and more embarrassing, but he wouldn’t trade it for the world, he felt like he could really be himself at home.
There was no one to hide from, no one to judge him or treat him like a circus freak, he could just simply be Luke, size shifter and all.
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saiskulls-110 · 4 months
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Break Point — Finished Episode 5
OKAY BREAK IT DOWN *DJ TURNTABLE EFFECT*
OBVIOUSLY SPOILERS FOR HILDA 3'S FIRST 5 EPISODES BELOW
Episode 1.
THE WAY I WAS JUMPSCARED BY DAVID'S VOICE. HOW OLD ARE THEY NOW??? LIKE IT'S GOTTA BE TEEN YEARS BECAUSE GODDAMN PUBERTY BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF MY GUY. MY GUY. MY GUY WHY IS HE SO TALL?????? DAVHDISD??????
Frida's new clothes are so cute she's my baby she's bmy baby no-one can speak ill of her EVER stay WAWAY HSISSSS HISSSSS
Trans flag doormat in Astrid's house. oh my god. oh my gos.sh. trans grandma...
TONTU BEING A TOURIST??? IS KILLING ME??? HE'S GOT THE HAWAIIAN SHIRT AND EVERYTHING I. HELP
Alfur. Alfur I Don't Like This Foreshadowing. Alfur. Alfur Stop Playing The Board Game. ALFUR.
+ of COURSE tontu is the shit-eating smug gamemaster that beats everyones asses no remorse. i'm going go murder this walking hairball (affectionate) ❤️
I'm glad they were straight up with Astrid's "oh, hi, yeah, no I'm not a witch I just really like witchcraft." LIKE IT'S SO REAL??
not to be that guy but why's Astrid kinda fuckigjgn. ADORABLE. please. please. please. just one chance
I'm Normal
Episode 2.
okay but the writers did SUCH a good job portraying what folklore towns are like here. Like everyone KNOWS things but none of them are accurate. also?? just in general a REALLY well-done montage. I do wish I knew what sauce Hilda picked for her ice cream though /hj
Johanna traumatised as fuck (We all saw this coming ❤️)
Thaose are NOT FAIRIES‼️monsterlovers come get your food though
shroom aliens. just in general a very eerie atmosphere done very well
PORTALS??? TO OTHER LIKE. FAE REALMS. I MEAN I'M NOT LIKE. SURPRISED. BUT. WHRHOUH??
mmmm HILDA SAW SOMETHING AND NOW SHE'S BEING FOLLOWED. i'm guessing its something to do with Johanna's "thank goodness they didnt see you :)" because. I mean initially you think it's about the mushroom creatures but it VERY EVIDENTLY IS NOT. aough
Episode 3.
ALTERNATE REALITIES ARE NOT ONLY REAL BUT ALSO ACCESSIBLE
woodman is just the caretaker of ancient trees i guess. ALSO HIS SASS AT THE BOOK "well i'm not in there :/" guess what i'm in love with you
the animation in this episode was absolutely GORGEOUS. literally no 2D animated show has ever done flame-ridden scenery in such a perfect, gorgeous way before I think.
HILDA WITH A SWORD HILDA WITH A SWORD HILDA HAS A SWORD YEAHHHHH!!! bisexuals rule da woooorld
oh. oh the. the giantslayer is a k- oh... oh noooo...
oh he's very. passionate i wonder wh-
holy shit. that poor fucking kid (⁠´⁠;⁠︵⁠;⁠`⁠) like that was. that was so much. oh my god??? jesus christ. this season is getting progressively more unnerving with it's darker themes.
ALTHOUGH IT WAS A WOODMAN EPISODE!!!! WIN!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THAT BARK CREATURE SO MUCH!! PLEASE LETS. BE OKAY
i LOOOVE the snow sister's voice so much. she's wife to me.
Not sure if it was done on purpose or not but every time it played that boom sound whenever Hilda turned back to look at the flaming tree it. it made me laugh. it made me giggle. it was so stupid looking, gave me IZ:ETF energy and really let me calm down from the emotional ride of the last few minutes
seeing more giants is really neat. the sound design for when they jumped away was MAD..in general this season feels like it was made to be listened to on a surround sound speaker system tbh
GOOD EPISODE. uh oh now there's Guys I Think
Episode 4.
Nah this guy boutta be a tumblr sexyman 😦
OKAY OFF THE BAT I ADORE LOUISE. LOUISE IS MY GIRL. I LOVE THEM. I LOVE I LOVE I LOVE. THEIR ENERGY IS SO SWEET??? BUT LIKE I WAS SCREAMING INTERNALLY THE WHOLE TIME BEING LIKE "oh my god. oh my god why are you LYING TO HER and treating her like a Normal Person she's very clearly a little freak like you. oh my god."
AND THEN WHEN THAT WAS BROUGHT UP BY THE MERMAN-- "Oh, you think Louise is SO innocent..." like??? ok first of all THAT LINE DELIVERY?? massive props to the VA. secondly YESSSSS SPIT THE TRUTH. and then Louise does speak up and its like. fr. fr. i love you. be a main character be a main character plrase lpease plea
STOOOPPP... stop THE MERMAN'S a theater kid?? i'm going to start , having feelings AND I DON'T WANT IT!!!
that animation change for the musical number(s) is so good. like..oh my god. oh my GOD the animation is gorgeous. very much a "i wonder if the creators have been on hallucinogens before" kind of thing though adgasjskfwheg
generally just another REALLY GOOD REALLY COOL EPISODE.
my only criticism though this is to Literally All Kids Media Ever is that no-one knows how to write accurate bullying/exclusionary activity (in this episode regarding the ginger kid and his scout group). no kids act like that. please i was bullied so hard i should know
spinning in circles WHEE WHEEEE I WANTT. im gonna download the merman's song. put it on streaming platforms Now‼️
Episode 5.
WELL. THAT'S ONE QUESTION TIED THE FUCK UP ISN'T IT?????????? I'M STILL PROCESSING. OH MY GOD THOUFH. OH MY GOD???
"I just kind of assumed he died when you were a baby..."
"I thought it was some tragic accident!"
FRIDA AND DAVID THAT'S SO REAL OF YOU. thank you for being The Fandom. I love you. I love you. I l
YEESH. um.. Johanna's beef is so. real. and human. oough. this show has GOTTA stop making episodes about my childhood man!!! that's not fair
Alfur immediately not liking his vibes got me 😶 cause like. yk the elf has that autism intuition. so
THE. THE COMMUNICATION BETWEEN HILDA AND THE TROLL..ONCE AGAIN. every time without fail. the trolls are just. they're nor angry creatures they're just kind of. Done With Human Shit™ and want them to stop interfering lmao (don't we all)
Johanna and Hilda having that Moment™ at the end where they have to acknowledge his shortcomings but like..the ONE time that Hilda has to face something like this is the ONE time it's actually not his fault. Like straight up sorey babygirls but he got yoinked by the dementors. um.
Okay on another note. anders has kind of got that dilf swag? not like. as a dad. but as a loser. you know losers. help me help help help help help *clawing at the floor as i get dragged to hell for enjoying a character i absolutely should be seeing red flags for*
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*Dr Zomboss voice* IVE COME TO MAKE AN ANNOUNCEMENT!!! CRAZY DAVID IS A BRAINLESS CHEATING MOTHERSUCKER!!!! HE DESTROYED MY FREAKING ZOMBBOT!!!!!! THATS RIGHT! HE TOOK HIS WEIRD ASS MUTANT PLANTS OUT AND DESTROYED MY WHOLE ZOMBBOT AND HE SAID HIS PLANTS WERE “Gabba goooooey!!!!!” AND I SAID “THATS DISGUSTING” SO IM MAKING A CALLOUT POST ON MY TWITTER DOT COM!!!!!!
Crazy David? YOU HAVE A SMALL ARMY!!!!! ITS THE SIZE OF THIS IMP EXCEPT WAY SMALLER!!!!!!! AND GUESS WHAT? HERES WHAT MY ARMY LOOKS LIKE!!!!!!!!
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THATS RIGHT!!!!!!! TALL GARGANTUARS, NO STEMS, NO ROOTS!!!!!! LOOK AT THAT, IT LOOKS LIKE THE PRODUCT OF INTELLIGNECE AND BRAVERY!!!! AND HE DESTROYED MY ZOMBBOT SO GUESS WHAT???? IM GONNA DESTORY THE EARTH!!!!! THATS RIGHT- YOU GET MY SUPER ZOMBIE WAVE!!!!!! BUT IM NOT GONNA ZOMBIE THE EARTH…… IM GONNA GO HIGHER. IM ZOMBIEING THE MOOOOOOOOOOOON!!!!!!!!!
HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT, NEIGHBORVILLE?????? I ZOMBIED THE MOON YOU IDIOT!!!!!! YOU HAVE 23 HOURS BEFORE THE ZOMBIE INVASION HITS THE FREAKING EARTH NOW GET OUT OF MY SIGHT BEFORE I EAT YOUR BRAINZ TOO
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Can u do me a favor & drop that genmui playlist u mentioned? Also which song of that playlist is your personal favorite?
Maybe I’ll find a new song to obsess over <3
yessss (the description i have for the playlist is "pov we're teenagers in love and about to bleed out but i want to kiss you -genya" and that perfecty sums up how i feel about their relationship in the canon universe (not kimegaku) its sorta like right person wrong time) my favourite circulates but right now its "i wanna be your boyfriend" because it just feels like genya swooning over mui and it sounds so silly (i put them all in chronological order of how their love story lolll)
i wanna be your boyfriend - hot freaks
i wanna be you boyfriend, i wanna go on walks with you, i wanna have long talks with you (it just sounds like genya pining over mui what can i say)
hey lover - the daughters of eve
life's a problem in my hands, but if you really, really love me, in my heart, you'd be a big man (hey lover just sounds like something they would call each other)
beautiful boy - john lennon
beautiful beautiful beautiful, beautiful boy (just how he sings it is so sweet and how i imagine mui saying it to genya)
say yes to heaven - lana del ray
say yes to heaven, say yes to me, i've got my eye on you, i've got my eye on you (i could imagine genya whispering this in the middle of the night to mui)
paper rings - taylor swift
i like shiny things, but i'd marry you with paper rings, uhuh, that's right, darling, you're the one i want, and i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this (whimsical childish thinking that they would both survive the final fight)
i wanna be yours - arctic monkeys
secrets i have held in my heart are harder to hide than i thought, maybe i just wanna be yours (just them reciting their vows, both bleeding out and ready to die)
see you again - tyler the creator & kali uchis
can i get a kiss? and can you make it last forever, i said i'm 'bout to got to war, and i don't know if i'ma see you again (they're going to war and the song sounds like teenage love)
derniere danse - indila
je remue le ciel, le jour, la nuit, je danse avec le vent, la pluie, un peu d'amour, un brin de miel (translation has really pretty symbolism and it sounds like battle edit music)
daylight - david kushner
oh i love it and i hate it at the same time, hidin' all of our sins from the daylight, from the daylight, runnin' from the daylight (genya flashing back to his backstory)
muichiro tokito theme - samuel kim
0:31 - 0:45 (love the accompaniment of the bell with the rest of the growing music)
džanum - teya dora
ova duša nema dom, ova duša nema ton, crne zore, svеće gore, moje morе, moje more, moje more (the translation. omg.)
mr loverman - ricky montgomery
i'm mr loverman, oh, and i miss my lover, i've shattered now, i'm spilling out (genya worrying over mui during the battle. mic drop.)
softcore - the neighborhood
i'm too consumed with my own life, are we too young for this? feels like i can't move, sharing my heart, it's tearing me apart (they really were too young, and genya's fear of being useless)
chandelier - sia
i'm holdin' on for dear life, won't look down won't open my eyes, keep my glass full until morning light, 'cuz i'm just holdin' on for tonight (desperation to stay alive long enough to be useful during the fight)
wildest dreams - taylor swift
he's so tall and handsome as hell, he's so bad, but he does it so well, and when we've had our very last kiss, my last request is; say you'll remember me (mui just thinking genya would survive and he would die)
titanium - david guetta & sia
i'm bulletproof, nothing to lose, fire away, fire away, ricochet, you take your aim, fire away, fire away (muichirou telling genya to shoot even though genya could've shot him)
somewhere only we know - keane
and if you have a minute why don't we go, talk about it somewhere only we know, this could be the end of everything, so why don't we go, somewhere only we know (it sounds sad and the lyrics could imply an already-present relationship)
blood//water - grandson
we'll never get free, lamb to the slaughter, what you gon' do when there's blood in the water? (guilting kokushibo over killing two children)
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chantalstacys · 10 months
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favorite fictional crushes from old movies? ☺️ your account is so pretty
this has been sitting in my inbox for a minute thank you for asking and waiting!! this is such a fun question 💗
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♡ joe bradley from roman holiday (1953)
the perfect man!! you know it would be hard to follow princess ann but once he falls for you he would treasure you and spend days doing anything you wanted then carrying you to bed when you got tired
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♡ david parkson from the reluctant debutante (1958)
“he’s every woman’s type. tall, dark, lean, handsome, broad shoulders, i mean what more could anyone want?” not only does he have beautiful manners and insane flirting skills but he is a freaking DUKE and you’d get to live with him in his italian villa. plus i’ve always had a thing for drummers. basically he’s the fictional man of my dreams
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♡ rod anderson jr. from what a way to go! (1964)
okay but how fun would it be to be married to rod anderson jr. to just spend your days shopping and going to glitzy parties and making love in a champagne glass bed. just don’t let him try milking a bull and you’re good!!!
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♡ jerry mulligan from an american in paris (1951)
just imagine the nighttime walks, holding hands in museums, sitting in his little apartment while he paints you… and he would be the best daddy!!!
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♡ raymond dabney in personal property (1937)
he’s so playful and affectionate and there would be and all the free lingerie you could ever dream of!! and this was robert taylor’s most gorgeous era, i’d be happy to just sit and look at him
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♡ leopold dilg from the talk of the town (1942)
idk about how long-lasting this relationship would be, but it would be fun while it lasted. he’d make you food and tell you crazy stories and kiss the brains out of you. plus he’s just too handsome to not crush on
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♡ ram bowen from paris blues (1961)
i know this one wouldn’t last lmao. he’s moody, he’s emotionally unavailable, he’d never put you first. he would break your heart into a million pieces but he would for sure be the best lay of your life and you’d never forget him
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annahxredaxted · 1 year
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Family farther then the pack.
Summary: basically I saw this ask from @darlin-collins and it was where tank and sweetheart told the pack that they were siblings and I wanted to make a fic so ya.
Genre: I don’t really think there is one
Pairs/characters: darlin/Sam Asher/baabe David/angel sweetheart/milo
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“Ya that’s what I was telling them but they wouldn’t listen.” Milo said to his good friend tanker who he was taking to about something that happened with his mate,a stealth milo had mentioned over lunch a week or two ago, tank was stubborn and abrasive but they were a hell of a good listener.
Milo’s mate, tank hadn’t met yet.
Said stealth was driving in their green pickup truck, toward the house, David’s house; that milo sent them the location too, they were exited to meet the person milo had much in common with and had grown up with.
David Asher, and their mates were there too of course but they weren’t really going for that, milo and tank were basically best friends aside from themselves of course. And they were exited to meet them.
It had been about thirty minutes since milo had been talking to tank about his mate, and sweetheart was at the place he’d shared his location to and they swiftly and quickly got up out of their seat. Remembering to put their car in park first, always remembering now that their an adult,
When stealth was a kid they’d forgotten To leave their car in park with their older sibling in the front seat and they’d taken a smooth ride down a hill, and them and their sibling died laughing whilst their parents freaked out about the car.
They chuckled at the good memories. ‘Good times’ they thought.
“Well better head in Milo’s , probably wondering where the fuck I am.” They stated imagining him freaking out over the fact that they were late. He’s cute but fuck is he overbearing sometimes.
They’d thought once more.
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They walked up the narrow pavement toward the big entrance, a set of double doors, wooden, with big brass knobs,
“Heh. Pays to be alpha I guess.” They said whimsically with a light chuckle.
A knock once, twice, going for third before someone opened the door,
He was tall, blonde wearing a dark flannel and light blue jeans, about seven or eight inches taller than me, and a scruffy beard.
“Hey there, you must be (sweetheart) Milo’s been ‘specting you. Come in.”
He spoke gruffly, yet kind with a thick southern accent, nice.
They tipped their head, to acknowledge his words, smiling gently before walking in, as he closed the door behind him they heard a loud voice,
“Sweetheart! Where the fuck were you I was worried sick!” Their boyfriend about six inches over them pulled them tightly into a hug that would suffocate them if he’d squeezed any tighter.
“M-milo- can’t- breath-“ he let go
“Sorry bout that.” He said giving them a knuckle sandwich
“Ay ay ay watch the hair would ya?” They said straightening their hairline he’d messed up.
He laughed. God that laugh, they zoned out for a minute remixing that sound of sweet laughter in their head.
David, tall probably two or three feet taller than me walked In the room, black tee, black Jeans, and white shoes, hmm, nice contrast. They’d mused to themselves.
“Hey, good to see your finally here.” He’d claimed somewhat emphasizing the finally part, maybe unintentionally or maybe he’d meant to. Who knows?
“Yeah sorry, traffics been kicking my ass.” They’d said sighing.
“Totally fine.” A rather familiar voice said
Another person, about the same height as me, walked in, also wearing a flannel that was two sizes too big on them, jeans and a pair of running shoes, familiar face- familiar voice…
The twos eyes met.
The fuck?
“(Sweetheart)?”
“(Darlin)?”
The two had said cohesively
Milo and Sam looked oddly confused- fuck even David looked confused.
Suddenly the mates were running towards eachother hugging?
This shocked sam, seeing as how it took tanker months to let him hug them, now all the sudden they were hugging this random ass person? Much to his shock sam didn’t like that, he’d wished they’d trust him like that. And they do. They just really don’t know how to show it..
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Still in their hugging stance Tanker said something
“The fuck are you doing here??” They said laughing as they talked
“The fuck am I doing here what are you doing here?”
They broke apart, still laughing their asses off.
“I’m here, for Milo, he said he wanted me to meet one of his friends.” Sweetheart explained
Tankers eyes in shock, before they burst out laughing.
“Milo?,” they paused to laugh again “, you an milo?” They questioned shocked but delighted.
“Yeah! What about you?” Sweetheart asked
“I’m with Sam, dude.” They’d said pointing over to the man they’d seen as they’d walked in.
‘Ahh, probably where they got the flannel.’ The stealth thought to themselves
“Wait, wait, wait,” milo began holding up a hand as to say ‘pause’
“,how do you guys know eachother?” He asked looking confused as fuck.
Before sweetheart could respond, tank did for them.
“We’re siblings!” They said with enthusiasm.
They’d nodded in agreement to the the statement the shifter had made.
“Ahh okay- Wait siblings? You- you mean the two of my best friends are related?!”
The two nodded simultaneously
“Holy fuck.” Milo sat down.
“Wait, darlin you never told me you had a sibling?” Sam stated confused as well.
“I’m sorry Sammy, I guess it just never came up, I didn’t know they lived in dahlia, I thought they still lived in Oklahoma.” Tank explained to their confused boyfriend.
David stood still.
“Wait huh?” He blurted out- should left that to himself he thought.
Tank explained it once more.
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“Wait, but if you two are siblings how’d I never meet (sweetheart) growin up?” Milo asked.
This time before tank could talk sweetheart did.
“Well, as a kid, and still kinda now, I was more introverted and keep to myself kinda person, didn’t have very many friends and books were kinda my thing, so (tank) asked me to hang out, but if other people were involved I’d usually say no.” Sweetheart said
“Yeah you four eyed nerd.” Tank said chuckling.
“Yeah? Well at least I passed my classes.” Sweetheart retorted.
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Sam no longer felt jealousy as you might put it, now he felt happy for this returned companionship of his partner and their siblings.
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Asher, who had been listening in on the whole thing suddenly burst into the room
“DUDE THAT IS SO COOL!” He exclaimed
Sweetheart chuckled
Baabe came in to tame their wild boyfriend
“Down, ash.” He returned the words with kisses all over their face while Baabe scrunched up pushing him away while he’d teased them.
“Fuck yeah.” David heard his mate say and snapped his head around
“Where the fuck were you?”
“Wherever the fuck I wanted to be.” They retorted, with a grin.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed
“God bless America..”
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Ultimate Tull Propagandist back with some propaganda (or rather, truths) about how they would absolutely destroy King Crimson in their upcoming match!! 😊😊
I did my research, and it looks like Larks era Crimson is only 4 members, meaning Tull has the immediate advantage of 5 vs 4. Also, I’ve heard there were a few tensions rising in crimson, where as Tull was as the ultimate line up here, so boom another advantage 💥💥 This era of Tull was actually so close, I actually don’t think anyone could get them. Ian may be a little bit of a control freak and perfectionist but hey on the battlefield that’s only a positive.
Out of Tull, I reckon their heaviest hitters would be John Evan and Jeffrey Hammond-Hammond, who could take on Bruford and Wetton individually. Jeffrey wears some serious stompers and does a whole lotta jumping around. He would actually probably kill them on accident. Either that or sing them to sleep with a lovely rendition of The Story Of The Hare Who Lost His Spectacles. And Johns’s just crazy and would probably give Wetton rabies. (If given a vehicle, he would run everyone over. Accounting from past experiences) Either that or he would wander off somewhere…
Ian is obviously as crazy as John and would easily be able to hold his own against any of Mid Crimson, but I reckon he would act as a (Tall) General, shouting orders and playing the Flute for morale. Seriously, Ian runs the band tighter than his War Child era tights. Silly David Cross would probably try and target him, then feel the wrath of mad and crazy Ian interrupted during his solo from Bungle in the Jungle. Since Cross had a bit of tensions during this era, idk how much back up he’d be getting. Either way an easy win for Mr Ian Anderson. It’s a bit hard to give back-up when a pianist is biting your shins. That’s 3 down. I’m also pretty sure Ian became fused with a mellotron around Aqualung era so he’s got that going for him too
The last, Barriemore and Martin, could take on Robert as a tag team. Saving him for the double because he looks the most likely to actually be able to do damage?? Anyways; Barriemore and Martin look like they wouldn’t hurt a fly, but Martin once (or twice) beat up a chair and Barrie has a tendency for arson. Also Barrie is actually super buff from playing drums (😍) so yeah. Seriously if you think he wouldn’t be able to beat someone up then watch one of his drum solos
Long story short KING CRIMSON IS GOING DOWN seriously #votetullrocklemania2024 and thanks for coming to my Ted talk 🙏🙏🙏 go Jethro go
(All jokes! Love u king crimson)
-Ultimate Jethro Tull Propagandist
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PROPAGANDA ACCEPTED!!!!!
(damn, you really want Jethro Tull to win!)
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lizzyk137 · 11 months
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I'm All Yours - A Chani Fanfic (Chani X Reader)
Description: You and Chani get paired for a school project. When the project material starts to ignite secret feelings between you two, what will happen when your project is finished? Warning: Absolutely none, just pure fluff and love :3 Materials mentioned: Jane Austen's Persuasion, Mamma Mia's 'Lay All Your Love on Me', Dirty Dancing's 'I've Had the Time of My Life' dance scene.
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"Okay, drama nerds! Please welcome your new classmates for the rest of the semester!" Mrs. Elven announced as she made her way down the aisle to the stage area. "Classes have been meshed this semester with our writing friends so they can get an idea on how to write for those preforming on stage, tv or movies, along with getting better feelers out for how things get imagined in our minds when we read." She pointed to her head for affect.
"Along with the switch for this semester, we will be switching next semester also. You will all be writing together so you can get a feel for what a good script is and how the writer wants the characters to feel so when you act you can better understand what you're portraying." Mr. Alvis stepped in next.
"You'll be partnered up with one person from each class to help each other better understand the other's major. Now each class will still have one class each week away from each other to focus on our own curriculum. Mr. Alvis will call out partners, please stand up, find each other and introduce yourselves."
"Ally and Cole, Sam and David, Mark and John, Tyra and Annebelle." Mr. Alvis started calling off names, and you squirmed in your seat, nervous of who you would be paired up with. You took this class because you loved writing and a good challenge while writing, but acting was something new to you and something that you knew you weren't good at.
"Chani and Y/N." Mr. Alvis called, and you stood up and looked around to find a tall, attractive boy standing up in the front row looking around.
His brown eyes caught yours, and he gave you a small wave and made his way over to you. You sat down, smoothing your skirt, nervous about what you got yourself into. You took a deep breath in and turned to look at one of the most handsomest guys you've ever seen.
He was tall, with kind brown eyes, a bright smile that made you warm inside, and sturdy but thin build. His brown hair was short, but his bangs hung almost into his eyes. He smiled more, showing off a perfect row of teeth that made your stomach go a flutter.
"Hi, I'm Chani. It's nice to meet you!" His head tilted at the end so cutely, making the butterlfies in your stomach freak out even more.
You gave a small wave and a nervous smile. "Hi, I'm Y/N."
Chani dropped his bag and sat down next to you. "So, are you excited to be learning everything there is to know about theater?"
"Kind of," you said while nervously playing with your hands. "I'm a bit nervous. I've never done anything like this before. I'm not one to really put myself out there."
"Ah, well, I'll help you through it. If you have any questions, just ask! I'm more than happy to help, plus the theater teacher is great at helping you get over any nerves you have."
"That's good to know. How about you with the writing assignment next semester?"
He shrugged and gave a grimace. "I know it won't go too well for me. I'm not exactly great at creating words."
"Well, like you said, you can always ask if you have any questions."
You both smiled at each other, and then silence filled in the rest of the convo. It wasn't awkward but it wasn't comfortable either and you sat there clutching your skirt waiting for the end of class to draw near.
"I heard there are three different scenes that we need to preform. They're short, possibly five minutes for each scene which is good but they can range from different topics or different types of things a performer may do, like singing or dancing." Chani whispered, while you both took notes on the course direction and what was required for you to pass.
You looked at him scared. Dancing? Singing? You could barely tell a lie, how were you supposed to do all three things in the course of a few months?
Chani offered you smile as he watched your face turn to panic. "Don't worry, they'll prepare you for it all beforehand but i guess we get our scenes within a few weeks."
You nodded and went back to trying to pay attention to as much as you could from Mrs. Elven's lecture on theater. You needed to be prepared as much as you could for the amount of stress the next few weeks was going to bring.
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"Alright, pair up and we'll be going around and handing out your scenes and explaining them."
"Now theater kids, you will be letting our new friends take the lead on the everything, while you are directing and helping." Mrs. Elven explained.
Mr. Alvis continued where Mrs. Elven left off. "Throughout the course of the next few weeks you will be practicing and perfecting your scenes under the guidance of myself and Mrs. Elven. Schedules will be posted to let you know when we will be reviewing your progress."
You spotted Chani on the steps of the stage talking to a few of the theater girls and your slowly made your way over there. Chani was nice but he didn't go out his way to get to know you the past few weeks of lectures. You noticed he was more interested in his friends or staying by himself than he was with you, and you were just too shy to go over and start up a conversation. You passed each test so far with flying colours and you were hoping you'd be able to do the same physically all while praying that Chani would help you out.
"Oh, hey, Y/N." Chani said as he spotted you lingering near the front row." He got up and leaped down the stairs with ease. "Are you excited to see what we got for our scenes?"
You nodded and gave a smile smile. Words didn't come easily to you when Chani was involved you've noticed and you could tell it was putting him off by the awkward silence that always followed.
"Chani, Y/N, good I found you. I gathered up some great scenes for you." Mrs. Elven said as she rustled through to find a greeen folder with both of your names written on the top. "Now, Chani, I know you're great at what you do when it comes to a happy or serious scene but I have yet to see you do romance."
"Wait, I can do romance." Chani spoke up defensively.
"Not that I've seen, nor have I seen it in person yet from you. And I hear that miss Y/N, enjoys a good romance story and that Jane Austen is a favourite of yours. So open up and see what you got." She gave you the green folder and you opened it up to find a piece of paper detailing your topics and scenes.
Topic One: Musical- Lay All Your Love On Me (Mamma Mia Musical)
Topic Two: Dance- I've Had The Time of My Life (Dirty Dancing Dance Scene)
Topic Three: Acting- Persuasion's Letter Confession Scene (Jane Austen)
"Wait these are all love scenes, Mrs. E." Chani exclaimed as he took the folder from you looking at the rest of the material in it.
"Why, yes it is. It's supposed to be challenging and a learning opportunity for my students. Have fun, my lovelies!"
You watched her walk away while Chani quietly complained to himself as he looked over the material.
"Great, class is basically over. Let me research these scenes and next class we'll start learning, okay?" Chani gathered up his bag and walked away before you couold say anything.
This is awesome, you thought, you're stuck doing love scenes with someone who clearly does not enjoy doing them all while you learn a new skill set so you can pass your class this semester. Welcome to hell.
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The next two weeks where absolute shit, constant studying on your part to get the dance down while trying to protray a confession to someone who stares at you with annoyance as you fumble everything anf that's not even including the singing lessons that he quickly gives. You really needed this class to pass so you could keep your scholarship and with two weeks of barely getting nowhere, you were starting to get pissed off.
Setting your bag down on the dance studio's floor, you connected your phone to the stereo's bluetooth and put on your small heeled shoes. You didn't let it on but Dirty Dancing was one of your favourite movies and you wanted to do it justice. You had gathered from the costume department an outfit that was similar to Baby's and you were hoping it would channel your inner Patrick Swayze.
Turning on the song, you closed your eyes and started dancing by yourself as you remembered each move that was created during the movie all while remembering Chani's notes and tips.
The song slowly ended and your eyes flashed opened to the sound of clapping behind you. You quickly twirled around to find Chani leaning against the door frame smiling. "Chani! You scared me!"
"You did really good. I'm impressed to see you practicing on your own." He said as he walked over to you.
"Well, I need to pass this class in order to graduate and keep my scholarship." You said irriated that he didn't think you'd actually take this class seriosuly, unlike him who was clearly uninterested during class.
"Oh."
"I haven't gotten much help so far, so I've been learning on my own."
"I haven't been a great teacher the past couple of weeks have I?" He sat down next to you as you wiped off some sweat on a small towel.
"Not really."
He sighed and leaned back on his palms. "I just don't get romance. I've never really liked anyone so I don't know how to feel it in order to protray it correctly."
"Really?" He looked at your shock face with some annoyance. "Don't think of me as rude but you're constantly flirting with the girls in class, so I figured you've must have been ina relationship."
"Nope. I just flirt to work on my presentation for auditions or characters, that's all. I have no feelings for any of them. In fact, most of them annoy me."
"I must annoy you a lot then with not knowing what to do." You laughed.
Chani chuckled, "Actually you don't surprisngly. It's nice to have someone focused on their work like I am. I may not have shown it the past couple of weeks, but I've got the best grades in my department."
The next hour was spent talking as you both got to know each other, and you noticed Chani opening up to you as the next few classes went by as you practiced your dance sequence and song.
"I think it's good, but the characters are in love and I don't see it being shown." Mr. Alvis said after Chani and you showed your dance and music scene.
"I agree, the characters are in love and both sets of characters have a sort of sexual attraction during each number. For your song, I want your lips barely brushing while you sing back and forth with each other. PLay around with it. PLus I'd like to see you lay her down during the chorus as your hands play down her arms."
Chani looked at you, his eyes asking for permission to do what the teacher asked and you hesitated for a second before nodding your reply.
"Oh and Y/n, for your singing part can we get the crawl towards Chani then I'd like to see how it looks with your chest to chest before the chorus." Mrs. Elven said as she turned the music back on.
"I don't know what you've you done to me" you sang as your sank onto your knees the on all fours.
Chani fell to his knees a small smirking playing on his lips as he watched, a slight hunger burning in him as he saw you in a barely there swimsuit starting to crawl towards him.
"A grown-up women should never fall so easily."
You reached him and you let your hands slide up his torso to his neck where you looped them around your chest pressed against his as he wrapped one arm around your waist as the other tangled into your hair.
"I feel a kind of fear, when I don't have you near."
He pulled your closer as your hands slide down to his chest and hsi head moved in closer your lips barely brushing as you sand the rest of the bridge.
His head moved away as he looked at you longingly before slowly pushing you down till your back gently touched the floor and he crawled on top of you straddling your legs and he sang out the chorus. Your arms moved above your head as he pushed them up his lips close to yours before getting off of you as he completed the song.
You laid there stunned as the teachers clapped as you replayed what had just happened between you and Chani and the burning fire you had in your gut for him.
"That was perfect!" Mr. Avis said. "Please just repeat that for when you preform it."
Mr. Elven smirked as she watched Chani help you up off the floor. "Keep practicing the dance. Incorporate what you did just now into it."
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A week blew by and you were back in the dance studio covered in sweat as you rewatched the final dance scene in Dirty Dancing on your phone while you had 'I've Had the Time of My Life' play on loop in the background. "Ugh!" You shouted and fell back onto the floor. You were never going to get this down, and without this being completed you weren't sure you both would even start the acting portion of Jane Austen's Persuasion.
"Taking a break?"
You opened your eyes and looked behind you as you laid on the ground to find Chani once again leaning against the doorframe. A playful smile on his lips as he gazed down at you. He gently licked his lips and you quickly turned away as you felt your face burn under his gaze but the mirror on the wall betrayed you showing your face flush a dark pink.
Smirking he walked over and stood over you looking down. "So, Baby," he said teasingly using the name from the main character of the film as he offered you a hand, "Shall we dance?"
You took his hand in yours and he pulled you up as your body slid up against his. Chani's other hand slid to your waist as you danced to the music. The music looped over again and you continued, forgetting the steps and what you were there to do as your gazes were locked onto each other. Each spin and and hip grind sent you over the edge, making you feel like you were floating on cloud nine.
Sweat poured off your bodies as your clothes clung to you as he twirled you into his body, his leg between yours as your body grinded in his, your thigh being lifted up by one of his hands as your skirt shifted down showing your bare thigh, your lips dangerously close. He opened his eyes and looked into yours, his eyes darkening at the sight of you. Drenched looking, your heaving chest, your lips slightly parted as you looked at him with innocence. He pulled you closer to him, your breath hitting his cheek and he dipped you slightly, pulling you up slowly before dipping you again, swinging your body to the other side of his before pulling you up sharply, noses touching.
He almost kissed you right there but the music stopped and the room fell silent besides the sound of your chests rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath.
"Um," his breath shaky, "I think we're good on the dance portion."
You took a deep breath in, "Yeah I think we definietly are."
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It was the day of your performance. The auditorium was filled and your musical and dance number went by without a hitch.
You stood in the side wing as they announced the next group to go on. All that was left of your final assignment was to get over the monologue part, the ending letter in Jane Austen's Persuasion, and you were nervous about it. Spending so much time with Chani and getting to know him for the past months has been nerve-wracking. He was handsome for starters. He could make any girl blush under his gaze, and he certainly knew how to make you turn a dark shade of red.
Your relationship started off as one of annoyance then turned into something else once you got to know each other. Every time you saw Chani, it was like your body was on fire and only he could extinguish the flames he created.
Every time you met up with him to practice, the feelings you had kept growing, and now everything he does sends you over the edge. You didn't know how you got through the musical and dance number without being completely red. You weren't an actor, and the feelings that needed to be portrayed by the characters in those scenes you didn't have to act for - they were your own feelings. Every touch, every smile, every almost lip touch was all you. Even though you were friends, you knew more than likely nothing would grow past that, so if you had to be selfish and take those chances during practice and your performance, then so be it.
You weren't popular like Chani. He made friends wherever he went and had a line of girls to choose from when he wanted to. While you kept your nose in a book or writing one, blocking the world out besides the one that was in print. The only experience you had with relationships and love was just in books. Imagining how it felt to be kissed or your hand held. How it would feel to be kissed in the pouring rain as the main male lead said a love filled confession.
But Chani had been giving you that recently. The looks, the touches, the little flirts. You thought he felt the same as you, just too shy to admit it or ask you out. But every day, those small touches to your back, the slight hand holds, the hair tucking behind the ear made you feel his affection and possible love. But there was one thing you couldn't get your brain wrapped around. Heartbreak.
You could feel longing, happiness, love, a high that you didn't want to come down from when you were with him, but for the past couple of months, he didn't leave your side. You weren't alone. And to portray that emotion of loneliness and breaking apart was difficult.
Chani had given you every tip and trick to getting your body and acting skills to understand it. You couldn't cry on command, and you couldn't use fake tears. It's not like you couldn't cry at the scene. From reading to watching it in countless movies, every time the scene came up, you couldn't stop the overflow of tears, and when Chani performed the whole thing, you were left a crying mess.
The scene started off just reading the letter, and you were supposed to break down as you read it. But you just couldn't cry. You had been trying for weeks, but you were on cloud nine because of Chani. Nothing had brought you down. And now that the time had come, you were nervous to perform it.
You looked across the stage to find Chani standing in the other wing. He saw you and gave you an encouraging smile. You put down your script, which you had for a last-minute refresher, and straighten your dress out. It was a beautiful ocean blue historical dress with gold accents, and you had some white gloves on to match. In the pocket of the dress, you made sure you had the fake letter in which you were supposed to read from.
Looking back up, you saw Chani chatting with one of the other actresses, her back to you. One hand wrapped around her waist and the other on her back. At first, it looked like a hug, but looking closer, you could see it was a romantic touch.
Chani tucked a hair behind the girls ear, something he did so tenderly to you not so long ago, and the smile on his face was of pure affection and fascination as his eyes took in the girl's face.
Your breath caught in your throat as he dipped his head down towards her, his hands holding her face tenderly. Your eyes closed, and you turned away, not wanting to see more. It felt like you couldn't breathe.
You gripped your chest, your other hand finding its way to your mouth so a cry didn't escape from your lips. Over head, you could hear your names being called out and the roar of the crowd clapping, waiting for your entrance.
You quickly wiped your tears, taking a shaky breath in as you pulled out the letter from your pocket and walked on stage, not bothering to look in Chani's direction.
The lights had dimmed till there was just a mellow blue spot light on you. You looked at the envelope in your hands, your breath still shaky, which suddenly hitched in your throat when you saw your name printed on the front with Chani's handwriting. You had thought it was supposed to be the actual letter from the novel inside, but now you weren't so sure, and it scared you a little.
Your hands shook as you undid the envelope and opened up the letter. Your name was written neatly on the top and you tried to read it as the violin started to play, signaling the start of your speech, your eyes having a hard time focusing on the paper.
You looked out in the crowd, your voice somehow strong but quiet as you spoke a loud. "I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach."
You paused for a second as a lump in your throat grew when your eyes caught the first sentence of the handwritten note in front of you. 'I'm surprisingly not good with words, but if there is one word I would use to describe you, it would be perfection.'
"You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope." Your voice started to shake, as you continued reading what was written to you.
'You have struck my every being. Every inch of you is perfection. Every touch. Every glance. Perfection.'
Your voice cracked, tears finally spilling down your cheeks. "Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago."
'Oh, god, Y/N. I love you. I think I always have since our first encounter. How you looked so nervous and adorable. My thoughts had started to be consumed of you, ever growing the more I saw you. When you brought me down to earth that day in the dance studio, I knew. I knew it was you.'
Chani's footsteps echoing on the stage brought you back, your head turning to see Chani on the other side of the stage, waiting for you so you could speak the next passage together. "Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death." He turned to face you, small tears forming in his eyes. "I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan."
How could he love you and still kiss another girl? Was this a game to him? His sweet words filled you with hope, but you'd rather have none if the aching feeling in your chest was always constant with him. But how could he love you? True, he spent the past few months with you constantly, but how could one night, tonight of all nights, turn his love into nothing. If you consume his thoughts, then how could another women stray him so easily?
You looked out at the crowd before you, each person intently listening as Chani spoke the next part. "Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes?" He walked towards you, his hand motioning to the letter in your hands. You looked down again, a few tears falling onto the paper in front of you. "I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me."
'Y/N. My dear, sweet Y/N, I can't picture my life without you in it. It's only been a few months, but all I can think of is you. You're the sun, the sky, the darkest and most stormy of days, you're the ray of light breaking through the crowds. You're my dreams, my hopes, and my ambitions. You're my everything. I couldn't face tomorrow if you weren't in it.' You looked up to find him standing in front of you, a tearful smile on his face, his hands finding yours and cupping them in his as he raised the letter closer to you to finish reading. 'Every smile, every almost kiss, every touch. I can't imagine not being able to do all those to anyone else but you. Please, my darling Y/N, be mine and mine alone. I'll cherish and protect every minute we have together and shower you with love. Lovingly yours, Chani'
You looked up to find him finishing the monologue, his face dangerously close to yours, his eyes searching for an answer in your eyes. You stared back for a second before the thought of his letter being a lie struck you again, your heart cracking under his beautiful gaze.
Turning away and towards the wings of the stage, you saw the same girl from earlier dressed up in battle gear with a woman in a dress. Her arm around her waist, and then she carefully cupped her cheeks, giving the girl a passionate kiss.
"It was a fake kiss. Yours is the only lips I want to touch mine with." Chani whispered, his voice barely audible over the loud violin, his one hand which was still holding yours squeezed yours. You turned slowly towards him, the violin cut off, leaving the room in silence. Tears formed in your eyes as his whispered, "I love you, my dearest."
He pulled you close, one hand holding the small of your back and the other gently cupping your cheek. His lips touched yours, sending waves of pleasure and love through your body. You stood in shock for a second before your hands found their way to his chest, his heart beating hard beneath your hands.
The crowd around you exploded with applause, tearing you both away to look at the crowd, a laugh escaping from your lips as you looked back to Chani, who had the biggest smile on his face. He gently pulled you in again for a small kiss, his forehead resting on yours as he looked longingly into your eyes.
The curtain closed, and you stood still standing in each other's embrace, not wanting to let go of one another.
"Be mine?" Chani whispered, his lips brushing your cheek.
"I'm all yours."
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I literally finished this on the train cause I couldn't get this story out of my head :3 Hope you enjoy! -Liz
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hxlda-hxlda · 3 months
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WHAT DO YOU MEAN A 400K FIC ?
WHTA- WHAT DO YOU MEAN 😭
girl 'that's the idea' gets more out of hand by the day. i swear on sirius black's life (ignore his death) that this fic started out with a 50k end goal. but then i started planning more, and i went 'oh ok maybe 150k'. and then i kept planning and writing, and i went 'oh ok maybe 200k', 'oh ok maybe 300k', and now i have a doc that's at 110k, and i'm not even CLOSE.
based on how i want to pace this thing, and all that i have planned, 400k is looking about right. maybe more. by god it never ends. everyone ignore the lurking sequel i have in the back of my mind as well.
someone comment on this post when i hit like 700k or something stupid. i probably would. someone stop me, i beg.
anyway!! in my other ask i talked a bit more abt the whole fic here, so here have an excerpt from an upcoming chapter!!! one of my favs ever!!! here you go:
“I didn’t know you were a Bowie fan.” 
Sirius snapped his head to the left, tearing his mind from the melodramatic crescendo that was screeching from the spinning disk and toward the direction of that familiar Welsh lilt. Sirius did not understand why he was surprised, Lupin was the one Sirius followed into the dingy little shop in the first place. And yet, when his eyes met with those currently assessing him with something akin to amusement—scarred eyebrow raised and all—something in him jolted. 
“What?” Even Sirius could admit it was not the best of his comebacks, but he could hardly remember Lupin’s comment after the surprise of him actually being there so you can cut him some slack. 
“Didn’t take you as a Bowie fan.” 
Sirius blinked; once, twice. “Who?” 
“David Bowie?” The amusement on Lupin’s scarred features expanded into something of a sly smile. He tucked his hands into his muggle jeans, which appear to be a size too large (quite the feat for such a tall fucking freak), and had a hole in one of the knees. Lupin nodded at the magazine Sirius was suddenly aware remained in his hands. “Him.” 
Sirius glanced down, holding up the cover enough to read, printed in vibrant red, indeed; ‘DAVID BOWIE’. The man between the lettering—Bowie, presumably—peered from between his fingers in an almost predatory gaze. For a picture that, strangely, did not move, those eyes seemed to find more of Sirius than the normal pair might. He did not like it. 
Sirius looked back up at Lupin. “Oh, I’m not.” 
“Yes, I’ve gathered that now.” Remus was looking at him like Sirius was the stupid one. Like it was something amusing. “He’s very popular with muggles, y’know.” 
The song had changed. This one was slower, but it had the same nasally rasp of the voice to it. Judging by the cover set beside the record player—the one with the strange makeup and hair and eyes, those same damn eyes—this was David Bowie singing. 
“Sounds shit, makes sense it would appeal to mudbloods.” 
Remus hummed a noncommittal response, that small smile still playing on his scarred lips as he regarded Sirius in the not-quite-but-definitely-somewhat uncomfortable lull in the conversation. The song filled the silence. 
One day, though it might as well be someday 
You and I will rise up all the way 
All because of what you are 
The prettiest star
“What are you doing here, Sirius?” 
Sirius was just wondering the same thing himself. Why exactly had he wanted to come in here? Staring vacantly at Lupin while some muggle lunatic raved on, was not the answer, actually. He did not say that. 
“Do I need a reason to be here?” That was what he said. 
Lupin scoffed. “You’ve never looked more out of place in your life, Black.” 
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” A lie. He’d never felt more out of place in his life.
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"Santa doesn't know you belong with me"
Eriel one shot imagine
English is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes or if any of the following paragraphs does not make sense.
Based on "You belong with me" and "Santa doesn't know you like i do"
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Ariel was finishing decorating the Christmas tree while the smell of christmas cookies and peppermint flooded her living room.
She was so happy Rose was in her last year of culinary school because that made being trapped in the city during Christmas Eve more bearable.
She was supposed to hop on a plane and head home on the 23rd but all the flights were canceled due to bad weather.. hence her roommate trying to make the situation cozy and christmassy enough so they wouldn't be miserable..
Especially since that morning, when Eric canceled coming to their impromptu dinner, he was stuck too, but his girlfriend made a last minute reservation at a poshy-expensive pub just for the two of them.
“I swear to god Vanessa is able to try to cook, mess up her fancy manicure and burn her flat, just to keep him away from us.. or you" - Rose shouted at her when the redhead spread the news.
Ariel didn't say anything as usual, Rose´s constant innuendo that Vanessa was keeping Eric away from her made her feel a little uncomfortable, especially because it was true.
They have been friends for 3 years now, met at the campus welcoming tour, he was the tour guide during his last year and she was the girl who kept asking questions about absolutely everything. After the tour, he gave her a lot of brochures about every imagined topic while having coffee and the rest was history..
They usually saw each other 2 or 3 times per week,  talked daily even during finals when he would send her funny videos to lift her mood, or appeared all of the sudden at her apartment with coffee to endure the long nights, pasta because it was her favorite dish also cause he knew she probably forgot to eat while studying and lavender candles to help her concéntrate.
She was at his graduation ceremony and taking care of him the next day after he combined rum and tequila..for 4 hours in a row ,during his graduation party
They quarantined together during lockdown, Eric living in the next building thought it was more practical to do it that way and keep each other company since Rose got stuck in her hometown for months.
They spent their days taking online classes and hating every minute of it, trying to make banana bread or whatever cooking trend that was happening that week. During the night they use to talk for hours about the fears of everything going on, trying not to freak out about the smallest details, wiping each other's tears when fear and anxiety were too much, they were each other safe place
Until 3 months ago..
When he met Vanessa, a stunning insta model who can make everyone around her insecure about their own shadow.
He was at a fancy restaurant with some work colleagues and she was the girl on the next table taking photos of her acai bowl.
3 days after that they were a couple.
She remembered how their first encounter went:
His phone was ringing at least 4 times while they were having a “Peaky Blinders” marathon in her apartment. He stood up and answered in the kitchen, 10 steps away.
Eric didn't put the speaker on but Ariel was able to listen to Vanessa's angry tone, going on about something he said earlier that day.
- Honey i'm not David Copperfield to just appear in your flat everytime you wanted, specially not without a previous arrangement- he joked with a goofy voice.
Her voice just went louder so he had to put his phone away from his ear to avoid becoming deaf, she didn't get his humor.
30 minutes later, episode 3 was almost ending and an annoying sound started on the other side of Ariel´s front door.
Vanessa was arms crossed looking at her from tip to toe, wearing a small red satin skirt, heels that made her even more tall, and a black sweater so tight that Ariel thought her cleavage was asking for mercy and air. Wavy light brown hair, eyes more blue than the ocean itself and lips worthy of Angelina Jolie envy.
-So you are the girl who is keeping my boyfriend from coming to me.. - she said with a forced smile, still checking every detail of Ariel sweatpants and "Save the dolphins" t-shirt. Ariel´felt a weird prickle along her spine.
She felt so inferior against her, and began to wish for some weird vortex would swallow her and send her to another dimension.
-No one is keeping me from you baby - Eric laughed as if his girlfriend was making the most funny joke ever, then proceeded to hug her and kiss her forehead and tried to go for the lips after. Ariel felt her stomach knotting while looking away from the scene
-The lipstick is Dior Eric - mouthed quickly as she took a step back. He just shrugged and looked at her like the most adorable thing. - Im Vanessa , Eric´s girlfriend -she gave one little step forward and brought Ariel into her arms- Im so happy to finally meet you- she moved her arms up and down on Ariel's back. The vanilla and strawberry scent flooded the redhead senses, it was like she was at the entrance of a bakery
-Ariel...enchanted to meet you- the redhead answered, a little startled.
Vanessa stepped away from the hug but kept her hands on Ariel's shoulders
- Eric has told me a lot about you. I was so eager to finally meet the girl who Eric sees as her little sister .. - she pronounced the last word slowly and snarky
Ariel wanted to throw up right there.
Remembering that moment gave her nausea.
A hand waving in front of her face got her out of the trance..
-Ariel! - Rose chuckled while still waving her hand
- Wh..what? - Ariel stuttered and blinked repeatedly,returning to the present.
- I asked you if I should make an extra batch of cookies and stuffing for the traitor formerly known as Eric, the one who used to be our friend? Or i should made an especial batch for his snake pet with a little extra of chocolate and maybe some laxative- Ariel rolled her eyes while Rose gave her a smirk, actually waiting for an answer
-Oh please can we tell her they are vegan keto sugar free or something, pretty please?- Rose pouted as Ariel tried to stifle a laugh.
10 minutes later both were in the kitchen putting the last touches on their holiday dinner
-Eric is not a traitor for wanting to spend Christmas with his girlfriend- Ariel let out slowly as she was decorating some cookies with red icing
-Oh c'mon.. - Rose protested- Since he met her you two went from seeing each other almost daily to twice a month, if you are lucky, she bewitched him, i tell you that - Rose bent over to check the ham in the oven and then stood up again.
- Is what people do when they are in relationships anyway - the redhead answered while eating a few sprinkles,trying to sound indifferent
- And what do you tell me about the park bench thing- Rose continued while checking the smashed potatoes - That was definitely a snake move- Rose put her hands on her hips - You were waiting for the bus to go to the same fucking place, she arrived in her tiny pretentious car and left you there..
-The back seat was full - Ariel said calmly, while she started to draw a little bow on a gingerbread cookie.
-With two tiny Chanel paper bags.. you said it yourself - Rose snapped-. You just don't wanna admit you hate her- she rolled her eyes while tasting the cranberry sauce with her pinky
- Maybe - Ariel admitted to Rose's surprise,then bit her bottom lip while finishing the cookie´s outfit.
-You two were soo close -she walked in front of Ariel and gave her a frustrated glance- I watched you for more than two years guessing when you were gonna be together and then.. -she took a cookie and broke it in half to add dramatic effect- If i was depressed i don't know how you survived that..- she proceeded to bite the half of the recently murdered Gingerbread man.
- We were not close to anything- Ariel glanced at Rose- Eric is my friend and I prefer having a friend for life than risking everything for a dumb crush..-Ariel turned on her heels to walk straight to the fridge and took the bottle of cheap wine they bought hours ago.
-So.. you admit that you are in love with him, hate the snake Vanessa is and you were about to tell him about your feelings just the day after he meet her..- Ariel felt whiplash and dizzy, Rose could read right through her, she lifted an eyebrow and give her a faint smile
- I didn't say any of that - Ariel gave her a snarky stare
-Are you denying it? - Rose leaned over the kitchen counter, with a inquisitive look
-No..- Ariel poured some wine in a glass and proceeded to drink it while avoiding the direct stare of her curious and adorable roommate.
The truth was even if she was ready to tell Eric about her feelings, timing was a bitch and fate decided that he was going to be with Vanessa for God knows how long.
So she had to be supportive and remained silent about her best friend´s girlfriend's bitchy manners.
But depth down she didn't know if her feelings were to survive the winter. Ariel was getting tired of waiting for Eric to come around and realize they could be perfect for each other, the snow was heavily falling on the streets and also Ariel´s hopes for "them" to come true some day.
30 minutes later Ariel was wearing  a Rudolph the Reindeer sweater, the musical one that starts singing if you pull the animal's nose,and her red sweatpants. Rose was in her Ms Claus dress, both with messy hair buns and on the main course of dinner.
-Are you sure you don't wanna come with me upstairs to give our gorgeous french neighbor a tupperware full with Christmas dinner? - Rose asked and took another fork full with stuffing and potatoes.
-Nah .. you two have been flirting for a month, he is alone right now so you better shot your chance sister- Ariel moved her brows in a suggestive way
-You know..-Rose took another bite of the potatoes- If I get lucky i might see his North Pole
Rose's face went red and giggled, Ariel let out a cheering sound while smiling.
Ariel's phone started buzzing, she reached it while taking a sip of wine, liquid that exited her mouth three seconds later after seeing Eric's text. After cleaning her face with a napkin she showed Rose her phone screen.
“First Christmas presents” all in capital letters, then a surprise face emoji and two pictures.
The first one a Metallica vinyl, the second one a pair of fuzzy gloves in bright orange.
They looked at each other and started giggling for a few seconds.
-Ok i know Eric loathes orange but the vinyl isn't quite bad right?-  Rose asked after calming down and sipped her glass of wine.
Ariel looked at her with a confused look.
-He hates that band - the redhead told Rose as if this was information she supposed to know by now, her roomate shrugged.- He is more a "The Kooks" or "Arctic Monkeys" type of guy , he has almost every album except the "Live at the Apollo" vinyl. Which is a very weird item to find, he also enjoys Lana del Rey but as his guilty pleasure- the redhead commented excitedly, as if  Eric likes or dislikes was something so interesting and profound.
Rose looked at her weirded out by the specifics.
-Oh please he told me- she excused herself.
- Isn't that vinyl the one you were looking for months and came on Monday? - Rose asked while grinning
-Yeap that's the one- Ariel gave her a lopsided smile 
-The fact that you know his favorites songs and albums but the snake gave him something he will hate tells me everything about how fucked up this situation is.. - said Ariel´s roommate, deathly serious, no joke in her voice.- What is he doing with a girl like that anyway?- continued- Isn't he told you, he wanted to end things like one month ago or something? - Rose asked, her voice desperate.
- Yep - Ariel answered while slightly remembered how Eric let her know he wanted to breakup with Vanessa three weeks ago due to the lack of empathy and connection between the two of them, he finally realized she was a little vile and didn't care about him:  his interests or dreams at all, dreams she knew like the back of her hand.
 The spell was breaking or at least that's why she thought at that moment.
-She continues to deflect the topic every time he tries to start the conversation, or that's what he told me one week ago, when we last talked..  before today of course- Ariel's voice went thinner at the end of the sentence.
Silence filled the room after that. 
He could be there, she could've made the cookies he liked or they could've snuggled by the fireplace, at the end of the day she was almost 100% sure not even Santa could bring him somebody that loves him more than she does.
Ariel was falling asleep while watching “The Grinch” in her living room, the cup of cocoa was cold on the coffee table next to her.
Rose had left the apartment nearly an hour ago, and she wanted to wait until it was official Christmas time so she could call her family, but midnight was still 1 hour away in her hometown, so she decided to stand up and wash her face in to stay awake.
Her phone screen showed a dozen missed calls by an unknown number but she didn't gave it too much attention.
The cold water was making the expected effect when she heard a knock on her door, something that scared her a little bit.
-Who is it?-Ariel asked and walked slowly towards the door.
-The old fat man who travels the whole world on a single night giving presents away- a strangely high-pitched and humorous voice answered. She looked through the peephole and a quick sigh left her lips, her heart started racing while she opened the door, surprised by the dark haired man standing in front of her.
Eric was wearing a navy blue knit sweater that enhanced his pale blue eyes like a dream, a black jacket around his broad shoulders,gray pants, his hair was covered with little white dots of snows, but her favorite part was the gorgeous smile he was gifting to her in that exact moment, a smile that could light the whole town, a gesture so simply yet so endearing, one she hasn't seen it in a while because of her.
-What are you doing here?- she asked, incapable of move due to the shock of seeing him there.
-I wanted to see you - he smiled at her, his cheeks covered in deep dimples, the crinkles on the side of his eyes showing, he was truly a vision- Can i come in? - he lifted an eyebrow, Ariel moved a little bit. just enough so he was able to enter the apartment.Then closed the door after he did it.
-I thought you were going to be with your girlfriend tonight..- Ariel tried to use a monotonous voice tone, one that maybe didn't show her shock but also one that didn't show her happiness.
-Well since i don't have a girlfriend anymore i think that is not going to happen- he started to touch the back of his neck,something he always did when he was nervous, Ariel's heart began to jump in her chest.- I finally broke up with her after i don't know how many attempts- he giggled- Then she threw my phone out of the window at the bar.. we were on the third floor so..- Eric shrugged and smiled again at her.
-Oh im sorry- Ariel looked directly at him for a second, then she dodge his gaze while biting her lip,her stomach was almost upside down now, she looked at the floor.
-Don't be..- Eric interrupted and took a few steps toward her, the red head felt how the air in the room wasn't enough anymore.- I am not.. - Ariel looked up and met his glance, he was so tall. She was a tiny human beside him, she swallowed and gave him a quick and small smile.
-I called you from a public phone at least a dozen times ..- he continued and walked one more step until he was close enough to feel her nervous breathing against his chest.
-I .. i was half asleep and didn't notice- she answered shyly, Eric gazed down on her, the dark haired hesitated for a few seconds but finally reunited the guts to place a hand on her waist,she didn't reject his touch.
Ariel's lips curved in a smile, he felt like he was finally at home, after weeks of back and forth he knew he was doing the right thing..
-Ariel..- he whispered, his free hand placed at her cheek while he spoke- It was you all along..- She thought she was going to wake up any second now, at least that was what always happened before, Eric leaned a little bit, his breath a mix of wine and sandalwood,.She put her hand on his back, inviting him to come closer.
One second his eyes were opened and taking all of her beauty in, at another one they were closed..
His lips were placed so delicately on hers, she felt her heart at ease, the racing stopped all of the sudden, like all the pieces were finally in its right place. Eric´s soft lips were everything she imagined before , she moved her head a little bit and then bit softly his bottom lip, he smiled against her mouth, and before parting away he gave her a chaste small kiss in her lips and another one on her forehead.
He dreamed about this exact moment many times before since he met Ariel but didn't want to ruin something that special, so he convinced himself that it was better to look the other way and ignore his feelings..
Tonight was the night he decided enough was enough: of his boring relationship, of his dumb fears and everything in general.
It didn't matter if it was the middle of the night, Christmas Eve or the streets were full of snow, he wanted to start his own happiness for once, he wanted to be with her.
-Merry Christmas darling..- he said while holding her in his arms, Ariel felt his warm embrace and after hearing his sweet words felt like she was floating away.
-That was my Christmas present?- she asked while looking up, her cheeks blushed. Her hand on his chest.
-Oh Ariel, honey.. -he took her hands between his-That was nothing compared to everything i should give you. ive been such an idiot, i don't know what came over me.. not realizing we were perfect for each other..- Ariel felt her face going bright red, her smile couldn't be wider, her eyes couldn't break the stared between the two.
-Is okay... darling- she stood up in her tiptoes to give him a quick kiss. He smiled and hugged her tightly, like he couldn't bear the thought of being away from her anymore.
The two stayed in their embrace for a while, trying to process the craziness of the night.
Ariel knew that their connection was strong and pure and knowing that Eric felt exactly the same as her made her feel invincible.
Eric only wished he wouldn't have waited until Christmas Time to realize that the one who was able to give him everything he wanted and desired was there all along...
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Let me know what you think
And happy holidays to everyone who celebrates ♡
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tokiro07 · 1 year
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Undead Unluck ch. 142 thoughts
[141 2/3 Chance of Winning]
According to translator David Evelyn, Void’s character design is based on Balrog from Street Fighter, and his opponent for the title match, Ed, is based on Balrog’s protege. When we see him in a couple pages, he’s even got Ed’s hairstyle! A fun little reference that I unfortunately couldn’t have caught on my own. Speaking of, that bit about “Shinora fashion” last week was a reference to a 90′s pop artist, Tomoe Shinohara, who inspired a particular fashion boom at the time. Maybe I should try to find Cipher Academy’s translator’s twitter so I might get similar updates there
Fuuko points out that Void is as tall as if not taller than Andy, but honestly that’s not where the similarities end. Dude basically has the same hairline, same brow, even the same smile. No wonder Void was introduced wearing that mech suit, Tozuka probably didn’t want to get called out for sameface so early on
Nico’s statement that the match will be one “that’ll never make the history books” is a really powerful line, a stark reminder that the Union’s efforts won’t be known to humanity, even with such a public spectacle as this. We see it in more detail later in the chapter, so I’ll cover it then, but it’s sad knowing that they’ll forever be unsung heroes
Void assumes that Fuuko is just a fan trying to get an autograph, which is frankly a natural response considering how ludicrous it is for a kid to jump on stage and demand to fight a professional boxer. I love the detail that he asks if Fuuko is spelled with an F or an H, because the “fu” kana is actually in the H’s: ha, hi, fu, he, ho, so technically it’s pronounced hu. If you listen closely when a character pronounces fu, you might even hear it. It’s interesting for an American to question that, though; does Void know Japanese? How worldly of him (though he does spell it Fuko)
Fuuko’s little pouty face as Void treats her like a child is honestly downright adorable, and frankly this is the kind of humanizing moment that Void’s been really missing. When he first showed up, he was just a bruiser and frankly a huge jerk, diminishing Andy and Fuuko to “UMA freaks.” Idiot wasn’t even clear on the difference between UMA and Negators, what a meathead. But now we see that he’s a real showman, always ready to meet a fan head on, going straight to taking photos and giving autographs despite how clearly rude Fuuko’s being in this situation
Nico suggests using the memory manipulator to make everyone see Fuuko as Ed, but Fuuko refuses, as she wants to face Void (and by extension all of the other Negators) as herself without hiding behind tricks or disguises. If she wants to build a team that trusts her to succeed and have their back, and in turn will have her back, she needs to be genuine with them and not manipulate them. When she met Nico, she couldn’t tell him about his fate lest she change his future for the worse, which made it difficult for him to trust her, but because she so earnestly admitted that it was because she wanted what was best for him, he chose to trust her anyway. Even when she got Ed to back out of the fight, she convinced him it was because he was in danger rather than by hypnotizing him, so Fuuko really won’t try to take away anyone’s autonomy if she can help it, which I think is a quality of a good leader
I think it’s Fuuko’s sincerity that also finally convinces Void that she’s not just a fan; when she stops trying to make it a spectacle and simply looks him in the eye, he can tell that she has every intention of fighting him. This in turn sparks bloodlust in Void, which Fuuko feels quite literally like a punch to the face. Seeing Fuuko’s face caving in, even if it’s just a visual metaphor, was extremely jarring and downright terrifying for a moment; this is a dude who’s punch killed a champion-level boxer, would Fuuko really be able to survive a sucker punch to the nose like that?
What’s really cool though is that even though she’s clearly shaken by Void’s intensity, Fuuko gets this huge grin on her face, like this is exactly what she wanted (which it is). Fuuko recognizes how big of a threat Void is, but she knows the only way to get through to him is to face him head on, so getting his attention and respect is a huge step forward
Void then tries to dissuade Fuuko from fighting him not because he’s out of her league, but because he’s out of her weight class; it’s not appropriate for someone like him to fight someone like her, so while he’s convinced that she’d be capable of fighting well based on her spirit, he’s understandably not willing to take on an opponent so far outside of regulation
He tries to tell Fuuko that they’re from different worlds, but Fuuko insists that they’re from the same world: Earth. This fits in really well with a point that I made a while ago, that both the Sun and Moon themselves are representatives of the Gods, so the Earth is representative of mankind. Dividing a sport into weight classes is a rule set in place for safety regulations, but as is customary for Undead Unluck, Rules are not meant to restrain personal freedoms, so loopholes like “I’m not a professional boxer, so weight class rules don’t apply to me” is perfectly reasonable logic
Void gets fired up and decides he’s ready to fight Fuuko, charging straight in while calling for the cameras to get shut off, while Fuuko herself insists that they keep rolling. I assume Void wanted to brawl and didn’t want the world seeing that, while Fuuko probably either wanted to build the world’s hype for the title match or was willing to use this moment in place of it. It doesn’t really matter what the motivations are, though, cus honestly that exchange is just really cool and leads into a fun confrontation
Fuuko ducks, but the hood stays behind and gets caught on Void’s fist. Void’s punch rips the hood right off, which is a little sad considering that he told Fuuko to treasure it, but that probably goes to show how much more Void values the thrill of the battle than the petty symbols of fame. Fuuko lands a body blow, impressing Void with her speed and quick decision time. The force of Void’s attack rattled her brain a bit though, so she bit her lip to force herself to remain conscious. Can you imagine if she took that blow? Probably would’ve knocked her block off
Void is so impressed that he decides to take Fuuko up on her offer, though he worries about the corporate sponsors; because the rest of the world’s opinion of her isn’t really a big deal and she already got Void’s approval, Fuuko doesn’t really mind brainwashing everyone else to be hyped by what they saw rather than rightly concerned about a deranged fan jumping a professional boxer and nearly getting her face punched in. It’s sad that with so much excitement from the crowd that they’re undoubtedly going to have their memories erased after everything is said and done, but honestly I would like it if the match is so fun for everyone that Fuuko decides to let the world remember Void as the fighter he is rather than take that glory away from him, but we’ll see in a chapter or two
Void thanks Fuuko for reminding him of the days in his youth where he fought for the sake of fighting, meeting all kinds of opponents rather than just the “approved” challengers. He recounts this phase of his life as being lucky, implying that he feels lucky to have met our resident bad-luck charm, a lovely sentiment despite his horrifying expression
Meanwhile, in the background, Gina is absolutely losing it having to watch Fuuko getting attacked; she doesn’t seem to have gotten the memo that Fuuko is literally here to fight the guy, and goes straight into making Unchanging hands and feet, presumably kicking off her shoes to get ready for battle in an instant. What’s really funny is that, thanks to Unchange, Gina is absolutely more than a match for Void, despite the fact that without it he’d probably tear her to pieces
Nico thinks that Fuuko’s attack didn’t phase Void, but we cut to Void with a big enough bruise on his gut that he actually needs to lean on the wall for a sec. He claims that the attack hit him from the inside out, which I believe is a move that’s more common in Asian martial arts than Western boxing. When I used to do tae kwon do, one of the sections of my black belt advancement test was to break the last board in a stack without breaking the previous two, which was NOT A THING THAT THEY’D TAUGHT ME BEFORE THAT POINT, SO I DON’T KNOW HOW THEY EXPECTED ME TO DO IT THEN! Hardly seems fair now that I think about it...but I digress. It’s not unreasonable for Fuuko’s move to disperse the force past Void’s muscles into his organs, though maybe it’s more fantastical than that and Fuuko has learned to use ki attacks by manipulating her soul? I don’t really mind either way, I’m just excited to see another facet of Fuuko’s growth as a fighter
I don’t remember if I brought it up in a previous week, but the idea that Fuuko’s first fight in a Quest is against Void is shockingly fitting since Void was actually the first Negator that she and Andy fought against in the beginning of the series. Sure, we’ve seen her fight and defeat Feng, but this is a Quest, the true starting line of her journey as the head of the Union; starting off by confronting an opponent she couldn’t even hope to face alone at the beginning of the story is a beautiful little bookend to lead into the final phase of the story
Actually, now that I think of it...this is being televised to the world, yeah? Undead Unluck is kind of like One Piece or Dragon Ball in that the events of one arc generally have connective tissue to the next; if the world sees Fuuko battling Void, then other Negators are going to see it too, aren’t they? This could well have far reaching implications for how she’ll meet Billy or Juiz, but I think that this would be a great time to get the message out to Andy that the Quests have begun. While it’s possible that we won’t see Andy joining the Union until Ragnarok approaches, I certainly don’t want to wait until the literal final battle for Andy and Fuuko to be reunited. They were apart so long during the Spring arc, and then they barely had any time back together in the Ruin arc before being separated by the Loop, I want to see my favorite couple god dammit!
Next week’s fight is shaping up to be real exciting, and like I said, I’m endeared to Void now after all this time, so even if it won’t be remembered in the context of the story, I’m sure this is going to be an iconic moment in the series going forward!
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cmeiffel · 2 years
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chapter 3
And there it was. The one true explanation behind everything.
John's not human.
Or maybe he is. Maybe he's a wizard. Maybe he's a scientist checking on his experiment on mankind in a simulation. Or maybe he's a mystical being that can manipulate the existence of time. Or maybe he just has really good reflexes. That must be it right? The most rational, logical reasoning behind what he just witnessed. Unless there's another reason altogether. Like maybe John somehow already knew, in which case the theory of him being some time-travelling dude who wants to rewrite his future comes back into play. Maybe it's some Marty McFly bullshit-
Or maybe Tyler is just in his head again. And he's thinking too much about something that probably no one else overthinks about. Tyler really should be taking his medication on time.
It's not unusual for him to get like this- stuck in his mind with fantasies and unrealites. His doctors say it's a symptom of his ADHD, his psychiatrist says it's a product of his trauma and his friends say it's annoying but they're funny like that so Tyler doesn't really pay them any mind.
Tyler thinks- well Tyler's done enough thinking.
Yet his mind decided otherwise because now Nogla is in his mind. Did he just walk in? Oh, he's talking to John now. And John's pointing him to where Tyler's sitting. Did they agree to meet but Tyler somehow forgot? That seems likely but he wouldn't forget if he planned something with Nogla. He should do something, maybe greet the tall man- and damn is he tall. Like really tall. Maybe because Tyler is sitting down and Nogla is standing but still. Or it could be because of those striped pants. Tyler knows he read somewhere that vertical stripes on clothes makes the person wearing them look taller. Tyler thinks John mentioned it too, everyone knows the guy likes fashion as much as he likes this shop. Oh right, this shop. The one he's in currently. The one that Nogla is also in. The one that both of them are in and Tyler is seated and Nogla is walking towards him and- why does he have that look on him?
Tyler thinks he should stop thinking thoughts because the irishman is sitting down beside him. And he's saying something. Tyler should listen actually-
"-told me you were just sitting here starin' at him. He thinks you might'a been in shock"
It's like his eyes were a camera and his brain finally managed to trigger the focus function. He locked onto Nogla's worried gaze and that brings him back down to the present.
David was still in his home clothes, having rushed over as soon as he hung up the call from John.
"Nogla come quick. It's Tyler."
From what John explained, there was a freak accident with one of the fancy coffee machines with those little flavour pods and something shot out from the machine and almost hit a customer from behind. John thinks whatever happened must have really scared Tyler because he hasn't stopped staring between John and the coffee machine for the past few minutes
And now David is worried because he knows Tyler is aware that he's beside him. But David doesn't think that Tyler actually /sees/ him. He's up in the skies again, and David doesn't know how to bring him back down.
He decides eventually to just start speaking, hoping his voice is enough to drag his friend out of whatever headspace he's in. And- thank fuck- it works. The man in question blinked once, twice. If the circumstances were different, David thinks he might have found it comical how he can see Tyler's eyes go from looking through him, to looking at him. If David wasn't watching so intensely, he would have missed how Tyler's irises shone different shades of blue as they readjusted with the movement of his pupils.
"There he is! God, Tyler, me and John were worried," David sighed.
The softest apology came in reply, but all David did shook his head. It's the number one unwritten rule they have with each other and with the rest of their friends- never apologise for something you can't control.
David pulled off one of his beaded bracelets and handed it to Tyler. "So you wanna tell me what happened?"
The other fiddled with the borrowed accessory for a few moments, rolling it in his palms. An inhale ended his silence, and David watched Tyler carefully while he talked.
"It was just a 'BOOM!' out of nowhere, followed by like glass breaking and next thing I knew John was suddenly behind this one dude with like his hand holding something right behind the guy's head. I don't think he even knew he was about to get headshot by a freakin' coffee maker thing."
David hummed thoughtfully, motioning for Tyler to carry on. The latter was still fiddling with his bracelet, but he moved on to another set of repetitive motions, now going through the whole thing rolling each individual bead between his thumb and index finger.
"Anyways, that wasn't the problem. Sure the sound spooked me a little but what really bothered me was how John was just /there/ in time to catch the tiny thing that the coffee maker shot out. It was like he already knew it was gonna fly at the dude. John didn't even look all that alarmed too. Like he knew it was gonna happen."
Now at this, David raised his eyebrows a little. This wasn't the first time Tyler voiced such ideas to him. Stuff like John knowing when things were about to go wrong before they even happened. Sure, it's a little weird, but David will never say that to Tyler.
"So I sat there trying to figure out how the hell would John be able to do that. And I came up with a few theories too! First one is…"
At least he's okay, David thought. He'd rather Tyler be verbal and excited than silent and scared. David would happily listen to his best friend's tangents any day of the week. Hell, every day of the week, if he could. As long as Tyler is happy, he is too.
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