#They love Miranda as a friend as a lover as more then both of those but are afraid to love her like that because they feel they do not

[daeamour-a]

@royalreef​ asked: ❤❤❤ pretend i am sending the right heart emoji i am tired (yes feel free to do polly and milo while youre at it)

If It’s Love // Accepting

Miranda

If we kissed? [] Quickie. [X] Tongue. [X] Softly(?) bite your lip. [] We wouldn’t. [X] Long and meaningful. [] Let’s hit up the bedroom. [X] You remember last time? [] Awkward… [] Lol no. Would I go out with you? [X] Yes, definitely. [X] No. [X] I want to, but it wouldn’t work. [] Maybe. [] Nope, you’re like family. [] You’re cute, but probably not. [] Just simply not my type. [] If I knew you better. [] Already did. [X] I don’t know. If we took a picture together, we’d be… [] Hugging each other. [X] Just chilling. [] Holding hands. [] Kissing. [X] Acting dumb. [X] Normal picture. [] You holding me from behind. You are… [] Cute/Pretty. [] Good looking. [] Sexy. [X] All of the above You + me + room = … [X] Movies. [] Cuddling. [X] Hanging out. [] Kissing. [X] Playing games. [] Everything. [] Wouldn’t let you in. You should… [X] Hit me up. [X] Be mine. [] Marry me. [Already Did This] Reblog this so I can send you a heart. [X] Be studying If we got married, I’d… [] Divorce you. [X] Make kids. [] Take your money and bounce. [] Smash every day. [] I would cheat on you. [X] Be faithful. [] Kill you in your sleep [X] We wouldn’t

@milobelladonna​ / Milo

If we kissed? [X] Quickie. [X] Tongue. [] Softly bite your lip. [] We wouldn’t. [] Long and meaningful. [] Let’s hit up the bedroom. [] You remember last time? [X] Awkward… [] Lol no. Would I go out with you? [] Yes, definitely. [] No. [] I want to, but it wouldn’t work. [] Maybe. [] Nope, you’re like family. [X] You’re cute, but probably not. You know too much [] Just simply not my type. [X] If I knew you better. [] Already did. [X] I don’t know. If we took a picture together, we’d be… [] Hugging each other. [X] Just chilling. [] Holding hands. [] Kissing. [] Acting dumb. [X] Normal picture. [] You holding me from behind. You are… [] Cute/Pretty. [X] Good looking. [X] Sexy. [] All of the above You + me + room = … [] Movies. [] Cuddling. [X] Hanging out. [] Kissing. [] Playing games. [] Everything. [] Wouldn’t let you in. You should… [X] Hit me up. [] Be mine. [] Marry me. [] Reblog this so I can send you a heart. [] Be studying If we got married, I’d… [] Divorce you. [] Make kids. [X] Take your money and Bounce. [] Smash every day. [] I would cheat on you. [] Be faithful. [] Kill you in your sleep [X] We wouldn’t

@prankmasterz​ If we kissed? [X] Quickie. [X] Tongue. [] Softly bite your lip. [] We wouldn’t. [] Long and meaningful. [X] Let’s hit up the bedroom. [] You remember last time? [] Awkward… [] Lol no. Would I go out with you? [X] Yes, definitely. [] No. [] I want to, but it wouldn’t work. [] Maybe. [] Nope, you’re like family. [X] You’re cute, but probably not. [] Just simply not my type. [X] If I knew you better. [] Already did. [X] I don’t know. If we took a picture together, we’d be… [] Hugging each other. [X] Just chilling. [] Holding hands. [] Kissing. [X] Acting dumb. [X] Normal picture. [] You/Me holding me from behind. You are… [X] Cute/Pretty. [] Good looking. [X] Sexy. [] All of the above You + me + room = … [X] Movies. [] Cuddling. [X] Hanging out. [] Kissing. [X] Playing games. [] Everything. [] Wouldn’t let you in. You should… [X] Hit me up. [] Be mine. [] Marry me. [Already Did This] Reblog this so I can send you a heart. [X] Be studying If we got married, I’d… [] Divorce you. [X] Make kids. [] Take your money and bounce. [X] Smash every day. [] I would cheat on you. [X] Be faithful. [] Kill you in your sleep [X] We wouldn’t

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Liminal (RL!Mia Winters x MC/Reader)

Fandom: Resident Evil 8/Resident Lover Genre: Fluff and angst and fluff and angst Rating: Idk T? for blood. kind of. Warnings: Major character death, major spoilers (mainly implied) for Resident Lover, minor violence (not in detail) Summary: Mia's memories layer over each other, nineteen lives and hundreds of different loops, confusing and muddling her perception of the present. There is only one constant: Love. Notes: Less of a series of scenes and more like a lot of musing, with a tiny, tiny "scene" at the end. Most of the Mia/MC vibes are implied (referenced past fwb situation, but it's implied that they had feelings beyond that). References to the MC dating a few of the other characters because loops.

She doesn’t intentionally seek the memories out, doesn’t chase the heart-killer of nostalgia, the wretched thing hiding rot behind a shiny facade. But neither does she spend any effort to avoid the trappings of the past. When the moments come, when deja vu greets her, Mia only ever lets it wash over her. Peacefully. Hauntingly. After this many lives, it is the easiest lesson to heed.

Sometimes the memories come with a smile, a soft exhale that flows into a snicker. The first time she watches you on stage, pouring your heart out as Romeo, she can’t help but remember having to help you cram for your Language Arts final. Recalls the way your lips pouted after a particularly exasperated sigh; she can trace the mental image of the way those lips curled back into a smile at one of her dumb jokes. It’s the joke itself she can’t remember. A jab at Shakespeare, probably, the man an easy choice of target.

There’s a moment (it repeats, by God it repeats, a dozen times over the loops, every instance layered on top of the last) where she sits next to you on a couch meant for three. Instinct makes her legs twitch, yearning to prop her feet up on your lap, not letting anybody sit between you. Instead, she suppresses a smile, and watches as one of your roommates all but sits on top of you. It doesn’t matter which one; in Mia’s eyes, they’re both better than Miranda, if only in this moment, for this purpose.

Other memories make her breath hitch in her throat, words stuck to the sides of her mouth like cotton, another stone to sink in her stomach. These are the ones that blend together the most, twisting further with every loop, muddling her perception of which life she’s in. Most come by accident, echoing the way she’s met you before. A bump in the hallway, papers scattering, both crouching down to pick everything up. Sudden rainfall making you scramble to share an umbrella, going back and forth between who gets most of the cover. Teaming up to take down the reigning asshole at whatever drinking game the campus is currently obsessed with.

“You look familiar- have we met before?” You’ll ask, once in a blue moon of a loop, except this time it’s more than reuniting with a childhood friend. This time it’s reaching out to pluck the heartstrings of your soulmate. One of your soulmates, that is. Mia’s response only ever comes with unearned confidence, mirth dancing on her tongue, deflecting, deflecting, denying- a hint of flirting, maybe, when she can afford it. Getting you to blush had been a favorite pastime of hers, once, twice, many times. Even if it never extended into anything more official than sharing a bed.

Seeing you at parties makes her feel like so little has changed. Always the same drink of choice, always too readily egged on by friends. If she squinted, it would be easy to put herself in Daniela’s place at your side, and so Mia never lets her gaze linger for too long. When the cups get too deep for you, it’s far too easy to stop herself from intervening. She never did before. Even when she should have. Those are the timelines where Angie does more for you than Mia’s past self could ever dream of.

It almost makes up for the time she finds your body crumpled in front of the doll’s car, crimson splashed across the bumper. She stares, only for a moment, wondering when she stopped feeling anything at the sight of your corpse. Then she catches a glimpse of three familiar fanatics in the crowd, makes note of the way their horror differs from those around them. Figures their attempts at keeping you out of the spotlight would go too far, eventually. Figures that the real nostalgia greets her fingers as they wrap around the handle of her knife. Revenge was an old friend- just one rarely visited these days.

Hard for her to thrive on revenge when she’s got the bloodiest hands of them all. Strange how the feelings shifted over time, guilt warping into freeing comfort. The first time she killed you, the first time she brought on a new loop across a knife’s edge, she almost threw up. Stared at the deep cuts and lost herself in the memory of finding Miranda cradling your lifeless body, the end of your past incarnation. It made her stomach churn, made her heart drop, and fully solidified her need to make sure the loop would meet a perfect end (the only way to guarantee you’d never meet that fate again).

By now, the blood flows freely, remorse a trinket left forgotten on dusty shelves. It’s for the best. Better her than someone else, better for her to soak your bond in blood than to let it rot in the open. Ending the loop fills her with relief, with joy, as she invokes her promise to give you not just a happy ending, but the right one. She loses track of how many times she’s knocked you down or out, how many loops she’s filled with blood, how many times she’s allowed you the comfort of bleeding out in her arms.

Ironic, then, that you never accuse her of murdering you, only someone far less important. More ironic yet that the finger of blame forces her to recall the life that bound your souls together. But that memory doesn’t perfectly layer over the present, when she’s not burning by your side, dying with your name on her lips. The way you look at her almost makes her miss the flames (the next moment she focuses on has your hands touch in passing, knuckles brushing up against each other, and she feels an entirely different kind of fire).

There are times where she wonders how much you remember. Not consciously, not truly, but which memories are etched into your soul itself. Now those are the moments that test her resolve, that tempt her to chain herself to pursuing the past the same way that Miranda does. All it takes to make her heart stop is for you to tilt your head to the side, eyes not quite narrowed, a sly smile paired with a twinkle in your eye. Something about that expression always lets her know you’re on the verge of remembering something. Half of the time you’ll follow it up with a carefully worded question, never sure if Mia feels the same deja vu that you do.

Your timing isn’t always perfect; she can’t blame you, not with the way her memories layer over each other, fighting to see which controls her present.

One hand in her pocket, clutching her switchblade, the other placed gently on your shoulder. Now that the election is over (again. how many times have you won? why do you never walk away, even when Bela begs you?), she needs to remove you. But your eyes light up as soon as she touches you. Head tilt? Check. Sly smile? Check. You should be scared by the way she’s looking at you, by the way she has you cornered on the balcony, but somehow your mind has skipped past the familiar danger and right into the familiar flirting. Aren’t you supposed to be in love with Bela this time around?

“Care to dance?” You ask, offering your hand. How long has it been since the two of you danced?... Not since Miranda refused to go with you, a lifetime or two or five ago, long before the loop. Mia had been the one to ask you then. Her expression now must mirror what yours had been that day. Surprise, amusement, and adoration. Of course she agrees.

By the time Bela interrupts, the way she does in too many loops, Mia is grateful. It had been hard enough to avoid kissing you in that past life, it was almost impossible now. Still, the Dimitrescu stands frozen for a moment, her own layered memories not finding any match for the sight. She’s supposed to be tackling Mia, knocking her off the balcony, body breaking in the bushes below. Neither of them move, trying to calculate a route to familiar endings.

Mia misjudges her decision, ruins the feelings, guarantees that you’ll harbor a hesitance to dance with her for all loops and lives to follow. She holds your hand, she holds her knife. She holds your hand, she takes your life. For once, Bela is the one who’s two steps behind, her shove coming too late, even if it still carries Mia off of the ledge.

Death never takes either of you for terribly long. Miranda pulls back the fog of limbo, breaks the rules, makes the void spit you both back out, resetting the loop. One wakes up with memories of everything, the other with only impressions. Lingering pieces of nineteen strange dreams, and a hundred futures cycling over one another with interlocking grooves, the only set pattern being love and love and wretched, bloody love. Mia doesn’t chase the nostalgia, doesn’t seek out the ways she knows will lead to love, to the familiar warmth of your heart next to hers. Why would she? All roads lead back to you.

[copperbadge]

I'm sure I'm not being original, but surely there is an au where the King and Queen Emeritus court Jes Demos together? Given that the Queen had, uh, gal pals in their shared bed.

I think you're the first to suggest it actually!

(Honestly if I knew how much I'd expand this universe I would possibly not have had Miranda die, but that would have changed the series a lot and it's a trouser leg of time we won't go down.)

I can definitely see an AU where Miranda never got sick, and Michaelis and Miranda retired similar to the time frame in the books but found themselves still a little at loose ends the way Michaelis did in canon. I think Miranda, who could be imperious at times, might have been rather offended that Jes didn't do them the courtesy of notifying the palace they were doing the podcast about the country; she might very well have marched down to the recording studio to give that Deimos a piece of her mind not because she didn't like the podcast but because she felt it would have been polite to inform them.

I think a fight between her and Jes would have been fucking epic ("It's common courtesy!" "Are you attempting to curtail the freedom of the press?" "Are you delusional??" etc) and also extremely hot. And then Miranda would vent to Michaelis, who as a diplomat would attempt to smooth things over by inviting Jes and Lachlan to dinner on neutral ground and negotiating the Pax Podcastrum.

After which Lachlan would undoubtedly be like "it's a good thing you're bi because they both want a turn" which Jes scoffs at but also finds intriguing, and we go from there. It does add some twists and turns since Miranda would probably be the one more overtly interested, and Michaelis might just be like "If you like them, that's enough for me," but take a while to warm up to Jes.

In the canon, and this will pop up at some point, Miranda and Michaelis didn't have an open marriage (not that I thought you implied that, just clarifying generally) -- they had one close, intimate friend who wasn't around very much but basically was their booty call when she visited. I plan to have her show up eventually and be delighted by Jes and the positive change they've made in Michaelis. In this possible AU scenario I can see Michaelis and Miranda discussing the idea of perhaps a more permanent and stable arrangement with Jes. It'd be an interesting story to write, I think. The Emeriti Take A Young Lover. :D (I mean Jes is younger than they are...)

Fascinating to consider what they might tell Gregory and Noah. Not to mention whether the press would eventually get wind of it. I remember listening to one of my regular podcasts and one of the hosts speaking openly, but somewhat suddenly, about her polyamory, and my eyebrows shooting up. Not in judgement, I have no problem with polyamory and a lot of poly friends, it was just unexpected to hear someone being that upfront about it in a public forum that wasn't explicitly about the topic. I suspect the general reaction of the populace would be a) what and b) yeah if I could take any two of those people to bed I would too.

Be especially funny if at first everyone thinks it's an affair but can't figure out which one of them is cheating. Miranda would enjoy herself hugely. "We can finally have a sex scandal after forty years of marriage, my love. Let me at least bask in it for a week or two."

[finn-writes-stuff]

I have no idea if your requests are open or not but I have been hankering for some more Resident evil 8 Duke. Possibly a short fic? The only Idea I got was the Duke getting baby fever after watching Y/n (who is either his S/O at the time or soon will be) taking care of Baby rose for the lords? Yknow before the whole dismantling thing....

Bonus points if she's plus sized! You can decide if you want it fluffy or H0rny lmao.

Baby Fever

I’ve got a production all through next week, so either I’ll write a lot on my breaks or not at all lmao. Don’t expect posts over the weekend.

The Duke x Reader

Fandom: Resident Evil 8

Format: Oneshot

Warnings: Talk of wanting children, implication of reader getting pregnant, innuendo. Baby Rose is a big part of this!

Implied AFAB Reader, feminine pet names used.

The village was a dangerous place for kids, and everyone knew it. From rickety houses, to tall grass, to feral lycans, the dangers ranged from mundane to horrific.

You really weren’t sure why Mother Miranda had decided to bring an infant into the fold.

Of course, you weren’t part of her inner circle, although you weren’t sure that even the lords knew the entirety of it. You were simply a…friend? To call your relationship with the strange lords a friendship seemed incorrect, but you were far more than acquaintances by now.

You knew them well enough to recognize that out of all the dangers in the area, the worst was likely to come by putting the child into their care. Even Alcina, with her wild daughters, didn’t know how to take care of one so small.

So you offered to step in, to help look after Rose while they figured out a more permanent solution. It wasn’t entirely selfless of you. She was an adorable kid, and she had you wrapped around her finger from the first time she smiled at you.

It was easy enough to bring her along with you on your errands around the town, holding her close to your chest and showing her the safer sights you knew. You slowly drifted closer to the safest place you knew, your lover’s caravan. You could hear him singing to himself and you smiled.

“There he is, Rosie, do you hear him?” You asked, making the baby giggle. “That’s my love, my darling, my favourite man.”

You stepped into the clearing as you spoke to her, letting him hear you as well.

“Ah! Ma chérie! And is this the talk of the town, little Rose?” He was already reaching out to pull the both of you into a hug, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Isn’t she adorable? I’m looking after her for the day so she doesn’t get into any trouble. But she’s been an Angel so far.”

“I’m sure you’re just working your magic on her, my dear. Who could get upset when I’m your arms?”

You laughed, kissing him properly. Rose didn’t seem to care about being pressed between you two, instead trying to grab at the Duke’s buttons.

“No, honey, we don’t pull on those in case they come off, okay? Let’s find you something you can play with!” You cooed at her, looking hopefully at the Duke.

He was beaming as he looked back around his wares, pulling out a small wooden toy. A crow by the looks of it, polished and sturdy.

“Perhaps this should match her fancy? Little princesses such as her should never want for toys.”

Rose loved it, babbling when she got her hands on it and swinging it around. You leaned back against your love with her in your arms, watching her play happily.

You could feel the rumble in his chest when he spoke again, this time right by your ear.

“This suits you, my love. The baby in your arms.”

You laughed bashfully, knocking your head gently against his. “It’ll be a shame when Miranda takes her back.”

“Perhaps we could find a solution, yes? One of our own?” His hands were resting on your sides, thumbs tracing circles against your skin. “We could start trying as soon as you’re off babysitting duty.”

You flushed bright red, resisting the urge to cover Rose’s ears and he laughed, warm and loud, his belly shaking behind you.

“Don’t tease me like that! There is a child listening!”

“She’s distracted with her toy, love, but I won’t tease. Do think about it though? I’m not sure there’s anything I’d love more than seeing you holding one of our own.”

[blerdeblerdeblerr]

Ambiguity in Black Sails:

One of my favorite things about Black Sails is its ambiguity. I'm sure I'm not coming up with many new insights here but this has been on my mind a lot lately and wanted to write down my ruminations. So many of the relationships in Black Sails have blurry outlines. James and Miranda, Miranda and Thomas, Jack and Anne at times, Silver and Flint, etc. I love how the show leaves so much wiggle room in these dynamics for us to project our own insights. Same with a character's sexuality, or a character's ending (gulp).

They are defined just enough for us to feel invested and satisfied, but just vague enough for us to apply our own interpretations to parts of it. I think it was Jon Steinberg who said something like 'the story demands that you feel something.' It requires us to fill in gaps based on how we feel about a character, a relationship, an action. And it's incredible because it means that we will love it more for the spaces it leaves us to fill in. Making it partly our story, too.

To you, Flint might only like men, and that is why his relationship with Miranda seems so distant and stale. Or maybe he loved both her and Thomas both romantically, but the loss of Thomas created such a void between them that they could no longer connect with one another. Maybe Thomas and Miranda were a marriage of convenience, great friends with real love between them but no romance. Maybe they all shared one another in a truly polyamorous relationship. The beauty is that it's never explicitly defined, so we choose based on how we feel and our own experiences. How I read those relationships doesn't invalidate a different reading.

Or, how you interpret Flint's ending has almost everything to do with how you feel about Silver - as a character, as a partner and friend to Flint, as a storyteller, as a man who refuses to share his past, as a lover to Madi. Do you feel for him? Does he annoy you? Do you trust him?

Silver's Choice:

For me, Silver's choice at the end, whichever ending you believe, is driven by love. But it's a selfish form of love. Taking away the choice and agency of the people he cares about the most while simultaneously destroying their life's purpose, their causes that they were willing to die for. To me his crime is not killing the war to save them, but taking away their choice entirely. He chose for them, knowing full well it was not what they wanted.

(Also worth noting that I think Madi is far more altruistic from the start. To me, Flint's motivations are dubious and debatable for a long time, as I believe he was fighting from mostly rage, revenge and grief from S1-S3. But I think post-cage / post-fireside / S4 Flint is a far more settled and integrated version of himself, finally fighting for more altruistic reasons - after unburdening his past to Silver and eventually becoming more closely aligned with Madi.)

But I cannot hate Silver for wanting to protect the woman he loves, just as I cannot hate Flint for killing Gates to keep his fight alive, nor can I hate Eleanor for hoping to gain her father's respect and despising Vane for stealing that possibility from her.

Jon Steinberg also said, "It is genuine and it is complicated, the way it is always complicated when you love someone."

[kingpreciouswrld]

Hi luv, can you do a angst to fluff Miranda Priestly imagine where Andrea comes back to Runway to confess her feelings for Miranda, but Miranda is in a relationship w/ the reader and has to choose between them. At the end Miranda chooses the reader!

Wants and Needs

Title from Drake's song -"Wants and Needs"

Pairing: Miranda Priestly x Reader

Genre: Angst -> Fluff

Word count: 2k

A/N: God you know I'm a sucker for angsty Miranda 😫 I hope you like it! All mistakes are mine ;-;

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The phone landed on the sofa with a soft bounce as you sat back into your own chair with a sigh.

You just got a call from Nigel. He called you right when he got back from leaving Miranda’s office and told you that he saw her walking into the office.

Her being the infamous Andrea Sachs.

The young journalist was known as the one who walked away alive. And thanks to Nigel, you also knew Andrea as the girl who was in love with her ex-boss and your girlfriend, Miranda Priestly.

It wasn’t new information to those who knew the young journalist. Nigel had told you that the girl developed feelings for the editor during her tenure at Runway. So far, the girl never showed any interest in Miranda after she walked away in Paris, and you hoped it stayed that way.

Your relationship with Miranda wasn’t public and you liked it that way. Miranda wanted to keep things underwraps until the both of you were ready to face the numerous paparazzi, critics, and the unavoidable page six, but keeping things underwraps meant that no one knew the editor was taken.

There was no reason for the girl to be at Runway unless...no, no, you needed to use a wise mind. But the journalist wrote small columns in a mediocre newspaper, so why would she be in Runway’s offices?

You tried your best to not jump to conclusions but if anything, you had faith in Miranda. She didn’t like to be bothered during Runway hours unless it was a family matter so you knew she would ignore the girl.

You hoped she would.

You didn’t know much about how Miranda felt about Andrea, she never talked about it.

Either way, there was nothing you could do with the information you were given, you weren’t going to call Miranda at work,

So you just waited.

~~~~~~~

The shutting of the front door followed by heels clacking on tiled floors told you that Miranda was home.

You didn't need to check the time for it to tell you that Miranda was late, more late than usual.

You followed her movements with your hearing, never breaking your staring contest with the painting in front of you.

She was getting closer.

You didn’t have to tell her where you were, you didn't have the energy to anyway but she always came to the study to work on the book.

“Darling there you are.” Miranda bent down and pressed a small kiss to your forehead.

You responded with a hum and watched as your lover made herself comfortable on the sofa across from you.

“How was your day? Did you manage to turn in your project on time?” she asked as she put on her reading glasses before turning to the book.

You were too out of it to answer her questions. Your day was...fine, it was tolerable, but your mind was running at a thousand miles per second and it made you despondent.

Not getting a reply from you, Miranda looked up from the book, “Darling?” she asked softly, "is everything alright?"

"Hm?" Your eyes found icey blue ones that were filled with concern. "Oh, yeah–yes, everything's fine."

Satisfied with your response, Miranda sent you a soft smile before she returned her focus to the fashion pages in her lap.

The silence that followed swallowed you whole, only broken with the few scratches of Miranda's red pen and the flipping of pages.

"Why was Andrea at Runway today?"

At least you held off for longer than you thought you would.

Miranda's focus didn't falter, the only telltale sign that she heard you was the sharp inhale through her nose.

"What are you talking about darling?"

"Andrea Sachs. Why was she there?"

Miranda made no move to stop her work and you sighed,

"It's just a question Miranda."

Knowing that she couldn't get any work done until you were addressed, Miranda finally looked up at you, taking her glasses off in the process,

"If you must know, she was just there to talk."

"Okay," you nodded slowly, "talk about what?"

The white-haired editor fluffed her hair before she waved you off, "It's nothing, really."

"Miranda you never just 'talk' to someone during work let alone an ex-assistant who walked out on you. She worked for you Miranda, I thought you wouldn't be caught dead with someone like–"

"Do NOT talk about Andréa like that," Miranda snapped.

Miranda had never raised her voice at you and it made you physically flinch. She was defending Andrea.

For the first time since the relationship started, you were shaken. You couldn't read Miranda at all and it scared you.

Without warning, your mask slipped in place and you became eerily calm,

"What happened," you said quietly.

Miranda had gone back to the book albeit working slower than usual,

"The girl merely wanted to have dinner."

The puzzle pieces were settling into place. You could feel your stomach clench. Your heart sped up, and you felt your nerves set off as the waves of anxiety spread from your chest throughout your whole body,

"That's why you were late wasn't it…"

Miranda simply continued with her work as she pushed some of her bangs out of her eyes, "Don't be ridiculous Y/N, it was just about friends catching up."

"You never talked about her, you refused to talk about her, she isn't just a 'friend' Miranda."

There was a silent pause as you observed your lover. Her own mask was in place and she was blatantly ignoring the situation. She wouldn't even look you in the eye.

"She asked you out again, didn't she."

A whispered 'yes' cut through the silence.

You took a deep, steadying breath,

"What did you say."

Silence. Miranda returned to the book, turning the pages and making notes here and there. She never once acknowledged you, it was as if the editor shut you out completely.

It broke your heart.

"I hope having your fun is worth it."

You quietly approached the editor, making sure you didn't jostle the book in her lap, before you bent down and placed your own kiss on her forehead.

You couldn't bring yourself to say anything else. The answer of silence was an answer in itself.

Quietly leaving the study, you made your way up to your– to Miranda's bedroom and gathered your clothes into a duffle bag. You didn't want to stay here, you couldn't. You didn't know what all of this meant, it was too much for you to process, but you knew you had to leave.

~~~~~~~

A year of being together and a journalist is what comes between the two of you. A year. A fucking year.

And now, here you were, sitting alone in a hotel room for the 8th day in a row.

How easy it was for Miranda to look at another.

Throughout the week you did your best to not doubt yourself. You knew Miranda's curiosity had nothing to do with how you were as a person or a lover, but you couldn't help that little voice in the back of your head that questioned why you weren't enough to satisfy Miranda.

After the second day of being away from the editor, she started to blow up your phone. Calls on top of calls came through, even during Runway hours and Miranda never called you during Runway hours, maybe texted, but never called.

The night you left the townhouse was the last time you talked to Miranda. Even though she's made many, many attempts to reach you, you weren't ready. Those self-doubts made you hesitant to pick up any of the calls that came to your phone.

On the third day she started to get Nigel and Emily to contact you. You told Nigel what happened and he wasn't happy with what Miranda had done. Emily heard what happened the first time she had contacted you and the redhead wasn't thrilled either. Although Emily was hard to deal with at times, you knew she wanted the best for you and right now she didn't think Miranda was what's best for you. Either way, both of them knew the situation and both of them promised to keep your location underwraps.

That, in turn, caused Miranda to double her attempts (as if they weren't enough already).

She started to send gifts, flowers, anything the editor thought you might like.

When you would arrive at work, there would be a bouquet of flowers on your desk, then throughout the day more bouquets would follow. Hell the woman would send you chocolates, not the cheap ones either, the best chocolates money could buy in New York City. You started to find Roy waiting for you after work and despite your attempts of refusal, you caved in after he personally wanted to see you make it back to wherever you were staying, safely.

Every mutual friend you had with Miranda knew where you were and what had happened between you two, and each of them promised to keep quiet on the matter.

You knew you couldn't hide forever, you just didn't know when she'd finally find you.

A knock on your hotel door snapped you out of your thoughts.

Your breath hitched. It couldn't be Miranda right? You've managed to slip away for 8 days, surely you had more time.

Looking through the little peep hole, you felt your body relax before confusion passed over your features. You never ordered room service. Unless you did and just forgot about it.

You shrugged, 'Free food is free food.' You opened the door and followed the bellhop as he pushed the cart in. Taking a closer look, you found that the cart held a tray of your favorite foods with a basket of your favorite snacks.

"Um, excuse me, where did you get all of this?"

"You only deserve the best."

You whipped around and found Miranda standing in the doorway.

She looked as if she came from work. Her famously white hair had fallen out of it's usual coif and there were a few wrinkles on her blouse.

What surprised you was the fact that the usual poised editor was fidgeting with her fingers. You could practically feel the anxiety rolling off of her body in waves. It was only then that you noticed that the two of you were now alone in your hotel room.

Miranda didn't know where to start, "Y/N, I…" she took a deep breath, "I love you and I-I'm sorry for my lapse in judgement about the whole..Andréa spiel."

You watched as Miranda took tentative steps forward, gaining more confidence when she didn't get any refusal from you.

She took hold of your hands and pressed kisses to them both, "Darling, it's you. I love you and only you. There has never been a moment since you left that I haven't thought of you."

"Miranda…" you whispered softly.

She shook her head and squeezed your hands, "I need you. I should have never entertained the thought of life without you by my side. I choose you Y/N, I love you."

You bit your lip before you sent a small smile towards the editor and Miranda's eyes brightened. She pulled you into a crushing hug and she clung to you like a koala as she kissed any part of your body that was in reach: your shoulder, your neck, your hair. All the while, she whispered 'I love you's' and 'I'm sorry's' and 'Y/N' as if chanting these things would keep you two in the moment. You indulged in the love that was showered on you and you hugged Miranda back just as tightly.

Miranda finally settled to hide her face in the crook of your neck,

"How did you find me?"

Her response was muffled by your neck but you heard it all the same,

"I may have threatened Emily with the banning of cheese in the offices."

You snorted a laugh.

'Ratted out for cheese cubes..are cheese gift baskets a thing?’

__________

Devil Wears Prada tags: @007giu

[vynseducationalflagpole]

𝓓𝓸𝓼 𝓞𝓻𝓾𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓼

"Even the most inseparable people has to let go of each other"

Luke x reader

Gender Neutral

Genre: Angst

Warnings: None(????) (but like Luke dies here so—)

A/N: I found a vid of lin manuel miranda(?) say the story behind the song Dos Oruguitas and I couldn't help myself😭😭

Spending time with Luke was never boring. His smile just casually lighting up every part of your heart. That feeling was always comforting. You remember that one time as children, you and Luke spot two caterpillars snacking on some leaves while you both were relaxing under a tree. Being the curious little kids you were, you both get a bit closer to see the caterpillars a bit clearer. Even as time passed, the caterpillars never left their spot. Always just crawling on a leaf eith each other. You make a comment on how adorable they looked and wished that they both stay together until they've became butterflies. "Yeah, I wish so too. But I heard that two caterpillars can't fit in a single cocoon so they have to leave after some time." Luke explains slowly the situation. You get a bit sad about it but you just continued on with your day. "You're not going to leave me too, right?" "Of course not! Luke Pearce the knight has to stay by your side to protect you." Luke takes your hand onto his. Two children, holding hands, cheeks flushed due to the happiness and probably also because of the sunset.

More years had passed, Luke's promise eventually gets forgotten as you sat inside the attic near the window patiently waiting for your dear friend to come home. He promised you that before his birthday, he'll come home from abroad to spend his birthday with you like how you usually do. But now, you're still sat beside the window. Face burried in your knees and the sound of crickets echo throughout the night. The sun has come down and moon creeps up slowly onto the sky. At this point, you don't know if you should be mad at him or worry. But honestly, at this very moment, you feel both. Even more time passes. The clock silently ticks and the world around you changes. You haven't heard a single word from your dear friend and you've somehow gotten used to that. You sulk, sitting on the floor, staring outside to see the countless stars taking over the sky. Even if time had long gone and many things have changed, you remain patient waiting for him like a puppy waiting for its human to come home from 'work'.

Your wishes and prayers were, luckily, heard and now, he's back in your life. Your dear friend has now come home. You know what, you have to stop convincing yourself that you only see him as your 'Dear Friend'. You see him as the love of your life. The one blessing that you were given, the angel that guides you through life. Your lover. You're both now sat at the couch, both covered under multiple blankets, holding each other's hands while Luke's free hand holds the remote and you hold the bucket of popcorn. It's probably already past 12 and Luke should've scolded you for sleeping late but you both couldn't stop yourselves from watching the movie. It was such a romantically sad movie about two lovers getting separated for the sake of change. "D'you remember that time as kids where we saw those 2 caterpillars?"  You nod in agreement and follow it with "I wonder how they are now. Hopefully they became beautiful butterflies." As soon as you finish talking, you put some popcorn into your mouth. Luke doesn't respond but instead, he hugs you. He pulls you close to him. And closer. And even closer. Your face is now burried in his neck as he wraps both of his hands around you tightly but just enough for you to be able to breathe. He kisses the top of your head and you magically fall into deep slumber.

You couldn't see anything but black. There wasn't anything else around until you see a bright light in the distance. It looked like—a lamp? No. You take a closer look. It was someone. They were glowing. They stood still in the distance with a bird hovering beside them. You walk even closer to them until you see that hair that had always been familiar to you. It was Luke. You didn't know when but somehow, you're now running towards him. You were merely inches away from him as you reach out to him. You reach for his hand—the hand that's always been your source of heat. You hold his hand expecting the heat from it to spread to your body but it was cold. It was almost like he was frozen. Luke turns his head to you but as soon as you reach out once more to cup his cheeks, he disappears. Slowly turning into dust. As the dust flies up, you see pieces of you and Luke's memories in them. As they reach even higher to the sky, the glow even brighter. They gather in one place and they project the moment that's most precious to you. That moment where you married the love of your life. You look at it intently as you watch Luke slip in the silver ring onto your finger. You look at yourself with shock as you see tears flowing down your eyes. You didn't remember that happening. Luke reaches one of his hands to your face, slowly caressing your flushed cheeks. You lean in closer to his touch. As you stood there watching the events unfold, you feel yourself also reaching a hand to the cheek that he'd touched, slowly caressing it, trying to relive the moment.

As both of your faces gets closer, the projection starts cracking. The memories appeared like glass, slowly breaking apart then colliding and exploding. There was a second where the surroundings were so bright, nle going back into the dark room you were in. Realization slowly hits you as you drop onto your knees. Tears forming down your face as you feel something on your cheek. You wake up. Scanning the room to see the familiar white ceiling, white walls, the various wires around the room, the beep sound indicating life and the sound of the breathing beside you. You lock eyes with Luke who is now lying in bed, being held alive by an oxygen tank or so. His smile wasn't as cheerful as before but he was trying. His lips now chapped and more pale, his past lively coral eyes now slowly losing its shine. His hand beside your face, his thumb slowly moving. You hold onto his hand and tears start to pour out even faster than before. "Please, stop crying. Your crying face isn't something I wanna see before I go. I want to see you smiling as bright as you used to years ago." He requests. You thought he was ridiculous for saying something like that, making him look like he's about to leave you again—for good. In a hurried attemlt to smile, you lips slightly quiver as you present him a smile. One lacking their usual happiness and courage. You stay still like that for a bit until his hands finally loosen. Your thoughts begin to cloud. Thousands of what-ifs surround your head. "kindly leave the room." You feel something pulling on your arm. You ignore it and let it lead you. "Please stay calm. We'll try our best."  You stick your back onto the wall as you slowly slip down. "What's happened to 'em"  "Lower your voice, idiot!" You look at the window one last time, seeing a bird fly. The scenery that the sunset gives never fails to leave such an impression.

"Heaven has gained yet another angel" You mutter as you then crouch and hurry your head onto your knees, hoping for him to come back home again for the last time.

Or is it your turn to go back to his loving arms?

"I love you"

A/N: Mhy needs to confirm that he lives istg😭 i mean like, the chances of him dying r low but never zero so like

YAY ANGST

[jane-shepard]

hiii what are your thoughts on ashley? cause i feel like you’re the kind of person who has correct mass effect opinions 👀

first off, thank you for the ask! i love sharing my mass effect opinions, even if some of them might get me pelted with tomatoes

i've been thinking about ash a lot lately. i just finished me1, so forgive me if my memory of the later games isn't fresh.

i was going to put this under a cut, but i don't think anyone will read it if i do. ashley meta gets glossed over all the time, but this is MY blog and you're going to listen to me talk ashley fucking williams!!!

too long; not gonna read: i enjoy ashley, especially as a companion to femshep. like miranda, i think she's unfairly hated. honestly, i think she's more compelling than kaidan, but most people condemn her before they see her true potential.

originally, i sacrificed ashley on virmire. i was 17 and had my doubts about alien fucking, so i went for kaidan. (i regretted this immediately.)

i'll admit that i DIDN'T like her initially. she seemed like the Strong human female love interest, just there to contrast liara's sexy, demure blue coochie. her personality is strong, she's religious, and she's a born-and-bred soldier.

like many other humans on board, she's suspicious of the aliens. this seems to be the last straw for a lot of people. i understand why -- wrex and tali and garrus are some of the most beloved companions -- but what i admire about ashley is that she's honest and willing to change.

ashley comes from a strong family, with strong beliefs and a strong reputation. but she's not hateful, she's just ignorant. she says some really shady shit in me1, but i think that's the point of her character.

she's stagnant. she's had no room to grow. she's stuck at the bottom of the totem pole because of her grandfather's actions during the first contact war. ashley is someone who has lived in the same, shallow pool her entire life, and then shepard drops her into the ocean.

but ashley isn't doomed to stay this way forever -- quite the opposite! she's open minded and compassionate, and those are her greatest strengths.

i think this is best portrayed in how she discusses her beliefs with shepard. if you accept her religion, she thanks you for being open minded. and ashley is no hypocrite! when you tell her that the aliens aboard the normandy are her crewmates, she takes it in stride.

and then most people kill her.

i get it. she's a strong personality, and kaidan is more appealing to many people -- especially female players.

but ashley is a fine fucking wine; she just gets better!!

after the events of ME1, she sees so much more of the galaxy. she's finally allowed to swim, and she realizes that sentient life is the same in many ways. she's given awards by the salarian and turian governments -- the first human to receive those honors.

but that's not all there is to ashley. people tend to focus on her MILD xenophobia because as players, we know the aliens are going to be our friends (and lovers). whether you defend her or hate her, that's usually the first topic that comes up.

but i'd actually like to touch on her relationship with (fem)shep, because it's compelling to me. shepard has no siblings, but i interpret she and ash's relationship as a sisterhood. they're both female marines, and i like to think they're close in me1. (i smile every time i hear shep's fond little "dismissed, chief.")

this makes horizon harder for me. if you romanced ashley or kaidan, horizon feels like a bitter betrayal by a lover. but... thinking of ashley as my little sister made this conflict so much more meaningful to me.

shepard saved ashley in more ways than one. she saved her from the geth, she saved her from a monotonous career, she saved her from a life of ignorance. shepard took ashley's hand and helped her up. she saw how the alliance squandered ashley's potential, and said "i'll give you a chance to do better."

ashley doesn't like herself in me1. she's so excited to talk to shepard, tell her stories, and prove herself, but there's so many moments where she backtracks, waves her hands, and apologizes for expressing herself.

she's upset when kaidan dies on virmire, because she believes it should have been her.

i think ashley thought that noble sacrifice was the only way to redeem her family's reputation. she wanted to die on virmire, because that's a fitting end for a soldier like her: she's overlooked her entire life, but she proves herself in the last minute and becomes a hero.

but shepard forces her to live. shepard forces her to examine her view of the world and become a better person. and then shepard dies, and ash has to find her way alone.

i'm proud of the person ashley becomes in the later games, and i think shepard is too.

i hope more people use Mass Effect Legendary as a chance to make different decisions and save ashley... because just like the alliance, we overlook ashley's potential every time we leave her on virmire to die.

[100hearteyes]

any more thoughts on 'clarke and lexa make a porno'?

🤔😏

Part 1 Part 2

“Last but not least, worry no more, citizens of Capitola: after a grueling week of searching, our very own superhero Jasper Jordan has finally found his cape. He was wearing it all along.”

“It’s so good to know that he will be able to go on keeping Capitola safe.”

“Yes, what would we do without Jasper Jordan here to protect us? And from now on, you’ll be in Lexa Woods’s hands. Also, such good hands those are. She’s got very long fingers.”

“Oh. Well, I never actually noticed, but I guess they are. Thanks, Clarke. And now, perk your ears for the new hit single from our very own global country star, Harper McIntyre. It’s called Call Me Harp-by. She’s a creative genius!”

-

Lexa’s first instinct when she hears the studio door open is to hide. She checks her options: Monty is holed up under his desk playing on his GameBoy Color, Octavia has barricaded herself in a corner with actual hand-carved sticks and is roaring at Bellamy in a strange language, and Murphy is probably peeing into a bin behind the pillar on the far side of the room.

She’s too slow to think of a solution in the end and she can’t do anything but flush when Clarke strolls in and heads over to her, smirk plastered on her face. Lexa only has time to save her miniature Baby Yoda from Clarke’s weapon of ass destruction before her coworker sits on the edge of her desk.

“Hey, Lexa.”

Lexa forces a polite smile, trying to focus on her outline for the day rather than the butt cheeks planted on her desk, the body attached to them, or the face looking down at her with a sly grin. “Hello, Clarke.”

“What do you think of Harper McIntyre’s new song?”

The topic confuses her, but she trudges on with a brave face. After all, she’s got opinions on Capitola’s Taylor Swift rip-off and if Anya is going to make it a point of leaving the room every time Lexa so much as mentions them, then she’s going to take this opportunity with both hands and pull out all the receipts. “Uninspired. Derivative. Oddly reminiscent of Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen.”

“Yeah...” Clarke nods pensively, letting the subsequent silence drag on for a few more seconds. “I like your fingers.”

Lexa starts at the sudden topic change and struggles to keep her blush under control under the brazen intensity of Clarke’s stare. “Yes, I- I noticed. You mentioned. On the radio, for all of Capitola to hear. Thank you, I guess?”

Clarke hums, before clicking her tongue and hopping off of Lexa’s desk. She roundabouts it until she’s right next to Lexa, thigh brushing Lexa’s arm.

Lexa tries and fails to swallow down the knot in her throat as Clarke sits on her desk again, this time on her side, crossing her legs so her feet touch Lexa’s leg.

“So a little bird told me we’re starring in a porno together.”

Lexa almost yelps, scrambling out of her chair to fasten both hands over Clarke’s mouth. “The whole world doesn’t need to know, Clarke!”

Clarke rolls her eyes, but Lexa can feel her smile under her hands. Their eyes lock, a tacit understanding passing between them. Clarke's eyes are a vivid blue, like a cloudless sky or the color of Lexa's highlighters before Anya dunked them all in a bag of manure, and it's hard not to drown in the depths of them.

"Glad to see you two getting intimate already."

They spring apart as though they were burned. Lexa sits back down on her chair, while Clarke takes a seat at her desk, which to Lexa's chagrin is right next to her own. Anya chuckles as she sinks into her own chair, propping her feet on Lexa's desk, crossed at the ankles.

"Anyway," she slams a hand over a stack of papers, making Clarke and Lexa jump in their seats, "can you guess what this is?"

Clarke and Lexa look at each other with raised eyebrows, then at Anya. Lexa shrugs.

"This is your fucking Bible," Anya says, not waiting for them to guess. "Your Dianetics.Your Loose Canon. Your gospel." At her companions' still expectant stares, Anya heaves a dramatic sigh, throwing her arms up. "It's the goddamn screenplay."

Oh.

Oh.

It's like the snap of an elastic band. Lexa and Clarke shoot out of their chairs to snatch the script from Anya's desk. Lexa gets there first (going to the gym does pay off after all), dribbling around Clarke, and lets out a triumphant cry before sinking back into her chair, thumbing through the pages of the heavy tome.

She stops on a random page and feels Clarke press closer to read over her shoulder.

-

INT. BLONDIE'S KITCHEN - TWILIGHT

Enter Lulu. Plumber by day, detective by night. She stops by the island and twirls a lead pipe in her right hand before sheathing it like a cowboy's pistol.

LULU

It seems it's time to read your...

Lulu puts on her shades. ZOOM IN.

LULU (CONT'D)

...Anya rights.

-

Lexa balks, peeling her eyes from the page to gape at Anya.

"Anya rights? Anya rights? You can't just... Arbitrarily rename the Miranda rights. They have that name for a reason."

Anya rolls her eyes like Lexa just said something obnoxiously stupid. "I didn't just rename them, you dumbass. I fucking changed them. If you'd read the whole thing, you would know that the suspect has the obligation to remain silent. No more fucking cry babies in cuffs."

"This is..." Lexa opens and closes her mouth like a fish, trying to find a thread of logic in the midst of... Whatever fever dream she's living in right now. "I thought we were filming a porno, not a sexy cop movie. Plumber by day, detective by night? That's- it's not even remotely realistic."

"Lexa... Suspend your disbelief."

"I think it's really good stuff," Clarke chimes in, her breasts still firmly pressed to Lexa's shoulder blade.

"Thank you, Clarke!" Anya exclaims, throwing her hands up and letting them fall on her legs with a loud clap. "At least someone appreciates my genius."

Lexa rolls her eyes, but fine. Fine. She will read more; she will give Anya a chance. She opens the book on a new page, several scenes ahead.

-

INT. BLONDIE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Blondie rubs her lover's love button like she's scratching at a turn-table, making Lulu scream louder than Saoirse Ronan in Ammonite when Kate Winslet was eating her out with her neck.

LULU

Oh, fuck! You're so good at this! Almost as good as my awesome best friend and mentor Anya, even though I've never had sex with her because that would be totally gross.

Blondie stops her ministrations to look up at Lulu and smirks.

BLONDIE

I know. After all, they don't call me DJ Diddles for nothin'.

-

Lexa stares incredulously from the two hundred-odd pages to Anya, wondering how grave a sin she must have committed in a past life to deserve this.

"What are you, a sex-deprived straight guy?"

Anya scoffs, yanking the script from Lexa's hands before she can do anything to stop it. "I can assure you there is no deprivation in that department."

"After reading that I am seriously starting to doubt that you've ever even seen a vagina."

"I thought it was good," Clarke pipes in once again. This time, Lexa turns to her with a raised eyebrow.

"Is she paying you to say that?"

Clarke tsks with a smirk. "I'm just smart enough to know better than to get on the lead producer's bad side."

Anya snaps her fingers and points at Clarke approvingly, and Lexa has never regretted a decision so deeply in her life.

"Anyway," Clarke resumes, standing up and grabbing her bag. "This has been fun, but I need to get going. Anya, stay classy. We'll work out the schedule this week. Lexa," she adds, her voice dropping a tone to turn into a seductive purr. She leans down, and it's all Lexa can do not to focus on how her breasts squish together and seem to become fuller and more inviting. She loses the plot when a pair of lips presses to her cheek in a kiss that is chaste, yet way too slow for propriety. "See you tomorrow."

Lexa's throat is dry as a desert as she watches Clarke leave, her hips swaying more than usual. She jumps in place when Anya clears her throat next to her. This time, she can't avoid her friend's shit-eating grin.

"No chemistry, you say?"

"Shut up, Anya," she grumbles, focusing back on her work. She has a full, five-minute newscast to prepare, she can't dawdle and joke around gossiping like some people. But then a thought pops up in her head and she turns to Anya, eyes narrowed. "Is this some elaborate plan to get us together? I refuse to be your little Love, Actually experiment."

Anya's stare is fifty shades of unimpressed. "Lexa. Don't take yourself so seriously. It's a bad look on you."

Lexa buries her face in her hands with a long-suffering sigh. Why is this her life? Why is this her best friend? Why is she hopelessly attracted to the worst, most unprofessional coworker on the planet?

"Why couldn't you find a normal hobby? Something that doesn't include me? Like baking. Baking would have been so much better."

"You know," Anya drawls almost nostalgically, "I actually considered that, but the criminally inclined baker niche was already taken up by Martha Stewart."

"She is surprisingly niche," Lexa says, intrigued.

"Indeed."

"But she's also able to appeal to a larger audience."

"Uh-huh."

"Fascinating."

"I know. It's like Punkya. You'd think a lesbian erotica magazine would only appeal to queer women and depraved straight men, but it's been selling surprisingly well amongst the straight female demographic."

Hm. Are all women secretly queer?

"Interesting," Lexa concedes, before veering the topic back to Anya's passion (and Lexa's torture) project. "So when does principal photography start?"

And there it is again, that nefarious gleam in Anya's eyes. It grows along with her Cheshire cat grin, curling and curling until it's pure, unbridled evil.

"Next week."

[aseioh]

Notes: Listen, I saw those post of Bela and Donna together and my mind ran away with it. as a result I humbly offer you this story.

If anyone finds those drawings again would you mind tagging me. I would really appreciate it and I would like to thank the original artist.

Thank you. With that in mind here is a sneak peak.

Summary: Donna finds love in the most unexpected way. After all, who would even think of falling for her. Therefore it came as a big surprise to her when someone did fell. Never had she thought that she would be courted by Alcina’s oldest daughter.

As with all grand stories of lovers finding each other, the story of how Donna Beneviento found love in Bela Dimitrescu started out on an inconsequential happenstance.

‘There’s a leak in my house, and I’m afraid living near a great waterfall has its benefits and pitfalls. One of which is having damp wall bad enough to get mold.’ Donna thought to herself as she made her way to Mother Miranda’s inner sanctuary for the weekly meeting.

“I wonder if this is the mutamycete’s cousin invading my house.”

“Did you say something my dear?” Alcina said as she herself makes her way to the door, stooping slightly to enter. She holds the door until Donna enters. “Thank you, Alcina.”

“We have a mold situation! Mistress is saying that it might be the Mold’s cousin” Angie pipes up happily enjoying the attention Alcina gives to her.

“Angie hush, it’s nothing Alcina. One of the downsides living near the waterfall, I’m afraid it got too damp in one of the rooms that molds has started to grow. It’s my fault really, I should have inspected the house more often.” Donna explains, it’s a good thing she was wearing her veil, she wouldn’t want Alcina to see her embarrassment from something so small a matter.

“In any case I’ve already contacted someone from the village to clean and remove the problem. Although a more thorough inspection must be done, I wouldn’t want any more surprises.”

To their surprise Heisenberg was already there in the sanctuary, usually the rugged man was the last to arrive on which he calls it “fashionably late”. Moreau always the first to arrive every time Mother Miranda summons them.

There was a companionable silence between the two, as they normally only interact when Mother Miranda was there.

“Hello Countess, Lady Donna” As Moreau turns his focus on the two ladies arriving and tries his best to smile despite his monstrous form, Moreau has always been polite with everyone.

“What’s this about surprises?” Heisenberg asked as he lounges on his chair.

Thankfully, Mother Miranda has yet to arrive, giving the four Lords enough time to chat after all it’s not everyday that they can just gather around to talk. After a small catch up, curtesy of Angie’s animated retelling, the four Lords are now faced with a small problem.

Where should they house Donna?

Of course, as one of the Four Lords of the village she is both loved (more than the others apparently, if the village gossip is to be trusted) and feared, and although the weakest among the four she is well protected in her shrouded mansion that she had no real fear of being attacked.

Even with the slim chance that anyone would be brave enough to attack her, taking her away from the mansion poses a real threat to her safety. And that would not do.

“You could always bunker down with me at the Factory. If you don’t mind the smell of oil and a little bit of heat” Heisenberg offered as he casually took a drag off his cigar. “Hey, we might even finish one of our projects it’ll certainly save you time traveling from your house to my factory.”

“Ugh, as if. She’s a Lady Heisenberg. She’s not slumming down there with you, and she certainly need her own privacy” Alcina countered with a huff. The nerve of the man can he really not think beyond his work.

“Oh, right sorry Donna” Understanding what Alcina implied, Heisenberg had the decency to slightly blush.

“Sorry I can’t offer you to stay in my reservoir Donna. Even I think that’s no place for a Lady to live, not to mention the fish smell and cramped living quarters.” Moreau said apologetically.

“That’s alright Sal, I understand. Thank you for thinking about my welfare.”

“Well that leaves my Castle. And of course, you’re staying with me. I will not take ‘No’ for an answer. You living in a hovel just won’t do my dear” Alcina smiled triumphantly at the revelation

“If you were thinking of housing her, why did you pose the question to us?”

“Simple. I wanted to see what your reactions would be and honestly I wasn’t surprised by it”

“Smug bitch” Heisenberg huffs under his breath, he had to admit he walked right in that one.

“What was that?”

“Nothing”

“Are you sure Alcina, I don’t want to impose to you and your daughter. Aren’t you busy with the harvest and wine production? Not to mention I still have the other dolls to rehouse I can’t leave them there alone.” Donna inquired slightly unsure on what will happen to her small friends.

“That can be taken care of. Heisenberg can house them as well as lending some of his soldat to ensure that the villagers won’t go snooping around where they’re not wanted. Isn’t that right Heisenberg?”

“Yeah, yeah, leave those to me. Anything else your Highness?”

“She’s gonna need some of her stuff carried from her house to my Castle be a good boy and fetch them for us will you” Alcina smiles.

At that Heisenberg growls

“Now, now no need for that. Thank you Karl for your help” as Donna pushes herself in between Alcina and Heisenberg

“No thanks needed Donna, anything for my favorite lab assistant.”

At that Donna chuckles “Karl, I’m you’re only Lab mate.”

“Exactly”

With that Mother Miranda enters the Sanctuary and everyone went back to their places. Alcina and Heisenberg opposite each other in front of Miranda, while Donna and Moreau are at her right and left side, respectively.

After a grueling five hours of discussion and bickering (mostly of Alcina and Heisenberg), Mother Miranda had deemed it right adjourn the meeting and continue it the following week with cooler heads and a more substantial plan.

“Well dear are you ready? I’m sure Angie here is excited to see her new home. Heisenberg will take care of the rest of your baggage.”

“Yes, I’m ready. Let’s go”

A short and companionable silent ride later and both Lords arrive at the front of Castle Dimitrescu. This isn’t the first time Donna came to the Castle, but this is the first time she would be remaining for an extended period of time.

She knew of Alcina’s daughters, but she has never interacted with them. The most of their interaction stems from short glimpses and hearing the girls giggle from one of the rooms when she visits. Not that she made a personal effort to meet them, she was still rather self-conscious and awkward with first meetings. The very idea of interacting with new people (even if they are close to the people she considers as family) freezes her.

 It’s a good thing Angie’s always with her, she can be the extension of Donna’s subconscious.

“Welcome to Castle Dimitrescu dear, I hope your stay with us is pleasant. Consider this your home away from home” Alcina smiles widely as she leads Donna to the main hall. “Daughters come down here, we have a guest to welcome.”

With that swarms of insects came down from the foyer only to split into three distinct form. Three beautiful ladies came to rest in front of the pair.

“Daughters, Lady Beneviento and Angie will be staying with us for a while. I expect you to be on your best behavior.”

“Of course, Mother. Welcome Lady Beneviento, Angie.” Bela bows slightly as she welcomes Donna, the other two soon follows.

“Very good, I’m sure Donna is tired from the meeting as am I. Shall we all have dinner later? Bela would you mind escorting Donna to one of the guest rooms, I’m sure she’ll need to freshen up or lay down for a bit.”

“Understood Mother. Come my Lady, let me show you to your room” as Bela leads Donna to the guest room, there’s almost a tense atmosphere between them.

“Here you are Lady Beneviento. Ring the bell if you ever need something, We’ll assign a maid for your room and they’ll fetch it for you.” Bela smiles as she explains it to Donna, the room itself is big and opulent as expected from a guest room of the castle.

“Thank you, my Lady, for you and your Mother’s hospitality, this is indeed very much suitable. Angie and I will fit right in am I right Angie” at this Angie who’s been looking left and right at the place nods enthusiastically.

“Please don’t mind us, we’ll try to stay quiet as possible. We wouldn’t want to impose on your busy schedule.”

“Call me Bela, my Lady. and don’t worry, you won’t be an imposition. In fact, you just might be what we need at this castle right now. A breath of fresh air, if you don’t mind, I would love to chat with you about the outside world. As I’m sure you know, my sisters and I cannot leave the castle grounds for too long.” Bela asked unsure if what she’s asking is too much for the usually quiet Lord.

Sensing some hesitation from the young woman in front of her, Donna made her decision as well. ‘I will be staying here for some time. I may as well get to know the daughters Alcina is so fond of’.

“Of course, Bela, I would love to. And please call me Donna, if we’re to chat and get to know one another we can get rid of that formality. I certainly won’t mind.” And although Bela cannot see the smile on Donna’s face, she can surely hear the warmth of Donna’s voice.

“Yes please. Well then Donna, I’ll leave you to rest for now. Shall I fetch you for dinner time?”

“Yes, of course. I would love nothing more.”

With that Bela takes her leave of the room, and as she walks away, she can’t help but to smile to herself.

‘A breath of fresh air indeed’

[hwrryscherry]

I'm so interested in your reader model y/n ❤️❤️❤️ please, when you can do a blurb talking more about her life 🥺

oww thank you lovie🥺🥺 honestly, when it comes to blurbs I like to do them when is related to both Harry & Model Y/N BUT I prepared some facts about her for you since you're interested. Hope you like it and thank you for the love, I really appreciate it🥰🥰

50 Facts about Model Y/N that you probably didn't know.

Her face claim is Devon Lee Carlson BUT I always like to make it clear that you’re free to imagine her as whoever you want and whoever will make you feel comfortable

Model Y/N was born on May 12th, 1997 so she’s 23 years old. I choose this date because it's my birthday as well and besides Harry’s birthday, it is the only birth date that I can remember since I ALWAYS forget everybody’s birthday.

She’s a brazilian. She was born on a brazilian state called Minas Gerais that makes border with Rio de Janeiro and São Paulo.

Besides her first language being Portuguese(pt-br), she can also speaks english, spanish and french.

Her zodiac sign is a Taurus and her rising is cancer.

She’s closer to her mother than she is to her father. They don’t have a good relationship.

She subscribed herself online on modeling agencies in August of her senior year.

She went to New York City on September and signed with IMG models in which is also the modeling agency of Giselle Bündchen, Kate Moss, Gigi & Bella Hadid, Joan Smalls, Karlie Kloss, Ashley Graham, Barbara Palvin, Miranda Kerr, Hailey BIeber, Cara Delavigne, etc.

Model Y/N’s modeling informations are: Height: 5′8(172cm). Bust: 32 Waist: 23 Hips: 35

She considers herself a geek.

Her first fashion show ever for a really big brand was for Balmain by early 2015.

The Balmain fashion show was also where she met Gigi and Bella.

She considers the beggining of her career one of the most difficult moments of her life. She was in a new country by herself. She didn’t received much money on modeling yet and she used to pay rent, which in NYC is very expensive. She had to save money most of the time, so when her first Paris Fashion Week came, she stayed in an Inn and didn’t do any tourism through Paris because she simply couldn’t afford it.

Model Y/N bought her New York apartment on early 2017 when she was 19.

Her favorite country to visit ever is Italy.

Model Y/N auditionated for Victoria Secrets on both 2015 & 2016 but only was accepted in 2017 when she walked for the first time and met Harry as well.

Model Y/N actually met two 1D members before meeting Harry.

The first One Direction member that Model Y/N met was Zain by the end of 2015 when he started dating Gigi.

The secong member was Liam back in 2016 when she was in London for fashion week.

Model Y/N celebrated her 23rd birthday on quarantine when she and Harry were in lockdown with their friends in LA.

Model Y/N ADORES Lizzo btw and Lizzo sent to her bday balloons on her bday that said "100% that birthday b!tch".

Model Y/N prefers New York over Los Angeles.

She believes that one of the most inspirational people in her life is Harry, because she always get inspired by him and she really values his opinion.

Her fashion icon is Rachel Green from Friends.

She is TERRIFIED of dolls. It’s more like a phobia. Just the simple thought of it is enough to cause chills on her.

She is obssessed over MCU(Marvel Cinematic Universe), from Avengers to Fantastic 4. If you want to talk about MCU with someone who knows A LOT about it, Model Y/N is your girl.

She is also a Potterhead and she is a Gryffindor, confirmed by the Pottermore sorting hat quizz.

She is scared of Twitter and doesn’t have a personal one. The one twitter that she ‘’has’’ is controlled by her manager and she doesn’t even has access to it.

The best advice she ever received came from a night out in London with Anne, Gemma and her mother that is: Be educated. Work Hard and always stay true to yourself.

Her spirit animal is a horse.

Her favorite disney movie is either Aladdin, Beauty and the Beast and Pocahontas.

Model Y/N is a supporter of humans rights and considers it extremely important to have those conversations and stand for what is right.

Model Y/N has starred at a Vogue US September cover. The September issue is the most important one from Vogue.

Model Y/N never went to college but she was planning to study criminal psychology.

Her favorite Harry Styles song yet is Sweet Creature.

Her favorite 1D song is They don’t know about us.

She is a huge Game of Thrones fan and had a major startruck moment when she met Emilia Clarke in the backstage of The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon in 2019.

Her favorite books ever are Call me by your name BY André Aciman and a very famous novel called Dom Casmurro by a brazilian author called Machado de Assis.

Her favorite decade aesthetic is the 70s.

On quarantine, Model Y/N focused on things that she has wanted to learn but didn’t had time so she started studying italian and learned how to play piano.

She's a huge American Horror Story & The Hautings series fan and that's why she has a celebrity crush for Evan Peters & Victoria Pedretti.

Her favorite season is Fall but her favorite holiday is christmas.

She only had one serious relationship before Harry that lasted between 2015-early 2017.

Her dream trip is Amsterdam.

She doesn’t drink alcohol.

She walked as the Chanel Bride in 2019 Fashion Week.

Model Y/N says that if she ever has a daughter, she’d like to name her Blair.

She's an art lover. She believes that a world without movies, paiting, music and all the others types of art would be really boring.

That's why she loves musical movies and still knows the lyrics from every High School Musical and Camp Rock song.

She doesn't have a favorite movie from all times but The Mask of Zorro is for sure one of them.

Model Y/N would love to act in the future and she looks foward to trying it one day.

[letterboxd]

Halfway—2021.

Two Filipino indies lead the Letterboxd Top 25 at the 2021 halfway point, as the coronavirus pandemic continues to shake—and reshape—the film industry. Jack Moulton and Gemma Gracewood take stock.

Cleaners, Glenn Barit’s photocopied, hand-colored, stop-motion feature about high schoolers in the northern Philippines city of Tuguegarao, is the highest-rated 2021 film on Letterboxd at the halfway point of the year, with a weighted average of 4.3 out of 5 stars. Ode to Nothing, by Barit’s fellow countrywoman Dwein Baltazar, is in second place, and Shaka King’s two-time Oscar-winner Judas and the Black Messiah rounds out the top three.

Last year was a transition year in many ways: for the world, a pandemic-led move away from cinema screenings to at-home virtual theaters and streaming-first releases; for Letterboxd, a move away from US-led release dates in our annual calculations. This has opened the way for notable films from around the world to be included on our lists far sooner than their oft-delayed American releases (which had resulted in, for example, Brazil’s Bacurau not making the 2019 Letterboxd Year in Review).

Both of these factors help to explain why we have two Filipino independent features leading our midway Top 25. “Cleaners and Ode to Nothing are exactly the kind of small Filipino films that would have struggled to get national distribution in theaters in the before times, despite the buzz that they garnered,” writes Manila-based film critic Philbert Dy in his companion essay to the Top 25, in which he explains how the Philippines’ particularly long and harsh Covid lockdown has “led to smaller, quirkier films being made accessible to more Filipinos, whose consumption of cinema were once beholden to the whims of conglomerate cinema owners”.

‘Cleaners’, written and directed by Glenn Barit.

When we shared the good news with him, a delighted Cleaners director Glenn Barit specifically shouted out his nation’s film lovers: “It is a testament to a vibrant Filipino film community still actively watching and supporting films of our own. Especially with a film like ours set in a small city far from the capital, it is amazing to read in reviews that it resonates with a lot of people (sometimes even outside our country).”

From this year forward, our mid-year rankings include films that have been released in any country, with at least a limited theatrical, streaming or video-on-demand run, and a minimum of 1,000 views on Letterboxd. These new rules allow us to celebrate the love for Katie Found’s lesbian romance My First Summer—released in Australia in March—without having to wait for the US to catch up. It joins indie highlight Shiva Baby, Michael Rianda’s animated hit The Mitchells vs The Machines and Heidi Ewing’s swooning romance, I Carry You With Me, on the Top 25 in putting young, queer characters on the screen.

‘My First Summer’, written and directed by Katie Found.

As expected, many films on the list have suffered pandemic delays. We use premiere dates to mark the year of record for each film, so A Quiet Place Part II will always be attached to its March 2020 red-carpet screening, despite the fourteen-month hibernation that followed. This is Not a Burial, It’s a Resurrection by Mosotho director Lemohang Jeremiah Mosese screened at 2019’s Venice Film Festival and had a very long festival run until Mubi picked it up for streaming in the UK this year. The film’s lead, Mary Twala, passed away a year ago, July 4, 2020 (see her also in Beyoncé’s Black is King). Gabriela Cowperthwaite’s Our Friend—one of the eight women-directed films on the list—went to TIFF, London, and AFI before being released this January without screening once in 2020.

More than half of our Top 25 films are directed by BIPOC directors, nearly a dozen of whom are of Asian descent, illuminating a key benefit of the new eligibility system. Challenging the US for the most represented country is India with five films in the list, taking advantage of Amazon’s distribution deal and creating greater accessibility for Hindi, Tamil and Malayalam-language films at home and abroad.

‘Red Post Post on Escher Street’, written and directed by Sion Sono.

Also among the Asian directors making the list are legends Tsai Ming-liang and Sion Sono. Tsai’s Days recently received a limited run in Spain (it will be brought to the US by Grasshopper Films this August), while Sono’s Red Post Post on Escher Street had a quick VOD run in February courtesy of Japan Society Film.

Produced in the US and directed by Japanese-Brazilian Edson Oda, Nine Days qualifies due to an exclusive run at the Singapore arthouse theater The Projector in May—it’ll be released in the US later this month. Finally, Asian American director Jon M. Chu makes the list with his adaptation of Quiara Alegría Hudes and Lin-Manuel Miranda’s In the Heights. We are also happy to see a couple of Letterboxd members in the halfway 25: Cleaners’ Barit and Chad Hartigan (Little Fish). If you’d like to discover more 2021 releases by our member-filmmakers, we have a list for that.

The Top 25 is, of course, solely made up of narrative feature-length films. On the documentary front, Flee is currently the highest-rated non-fiction feature of 2021. Neon is expected to release the film in the US for an awards run later this year, but it’s eligible now due to a release earlier this month in director Jonas Poher Rasmussen’s homeland of Denmark.

‘Flee’, directed by Jonas Poher Rasmussen.

Fellow Sundance Film Festival winner Summer of Soul (or… When the Revolution Could Not Be Televised) is currently the year’s highest-rated documentary in general, but was 48 hours shy of eligibility for the halfway list, releasing in theaters and on Hulu on July 2. The runners-up are: Sir Alex Ferguson: Never Give In, directed by the notorious football manager’s son; David Attenborough’s The Year Earth Changed, directed by Tom Beard; and rock-docs TINA and (in his doc-directing debut) Edgar Wright’s The Sparks Brothers.

In other categories, It’s a Sin is the highest-rated narrative miniseries at the midway point, Can’t Get You Out of Our Head by Adam Curtis is the highest-rated documentary miniseries, Bo Burnham: Inside is the highest-rated comedy special, Blackpink: The Show is the highest-rated music film, Save Ralph is the highest-rated animated short film, and Four Roads, by Alice Rohrwacher, is the highest-rated live-action short film.

With Cannes underway and more festivals to come, it is still a long road to the 2021 Year in Review for these films—but given the journey most of them have already travelled, it is pleasing to celebrate the filmmakers’ success. Ang galing ninyong lahat!

On top of its meticulously bonkers production process, our highest-ranked film, Cleaners, had a long journey to its first theatrical distribution, and it’s far from over. The film premiered at the QCinema International Film Festival in October 2019, to raves from Filipino Letterboxd members, and it still holds a firm grasp on its high rating nearly two years later. Ultimately, the first non-fest release for Cleaners occurred when Singapore’s Asian Film Archive screened it for a week in April, thus qualifying the film for our 2021 lists.

‘Ode to Nothing’, written, directed and edited by Dwein Baltazar.

Ode to Nothing has been on an even longer journey. The film also debuted at the QCinema Festival, but in 2018, and finally arrived on local streaming services iWantTFC and KTX.PH earlier this year.

Being celebrated by their countryfolk on Letterboxd is one thing, but how can those of us outside the Philippines see these top two films? Perhaps we need to give our local distributors a nudge. As Cleaners director Barit explains: “We are a team of three first-time filmmakers and producers. We are still learning the ropes of film distribution and marketing—and it’s been very hard. I just want to shamelessly say that our doors are wide open for distribution and acquisition; we are not yet available on any streaming platforms locally or internationally [winks nervously].”

See the Halfway 2021 list on Letterboxd and watch the Top 10 countdown on YouTube

Follow Jack and Gemma on Letterboxd

[rainy-day-gracie]

Innocent

WOW I got this idea last night and I couldn’t keep myself from writing it. 

Spencer arrested Reader for six murders she didn’t commit. What will happen when they need her help four years later when she’s in prison?

Spencer Reid x Reader

Enjoy !!

MASTERLIST

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Four years. I have spent four years locked up in a jail cell for six murders that I didn’t commit. 

All thanks to the BAU. 

The door to my home was kicked open all of a sudden, causing me to shriek and drop my coffee cup. A muscular dark skinned man pointed a gun at me. “FBI! Don’t move!”

I put my hands in the air, nearly trembling. “What is this?” A tall man about my age with fluffed brown hair pinned my arms behind my back and slipped handcuffs on my wrists. “What did I do? Hello, are you high? Let me out of these!”

The man just recited the Miranda rights and dragged me out of my small home. While sitting in the police car watching the FBI search my house, the man came back and leaned against the car door. 

“I’ve never really liked cops too much, but this is a new low.” I said backhandedly. “What do you expect to find in my house anyways?”

“Anything that can help us prove that you killed six men in cold blood.” His face was stoic on the surface and angry underneath. 

“Excuse me? You guys really think I’m capable of something like that?”

He just looked at me coldly, not speaking. 

I rolled my eyes and looked away from him. “God, I hate cops so much.”

“Is that because you were raped when you were nineteen and the police never investigated?” The man just looked over at me casually, as if these were normal circumstances. 

“What’s your name, slick?” I said with a glare. 

“Dr. Spencer Reid.”

I was lying in my jail cell reading poetry when Guard Reese approached my cell. “What do you want, Reese?”

“You have a visitor, YLN.”

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Anger flared in my stomach at the sight of the good doctor.

“Well, if it isn’t Dr. Spencer Reid!” I gave him a fake smile, spreading my arms in mock welcome. “The reason I’ve been locked in here for four years! Mighty job you’ve done.” I applauded him sarcastically.

Reid just rolled his eyes and sat across from me in the interrogation room. “Good to see prison hasn’t broken your sense of humor, but I don’t have time to exchange pleasantries, YFN.”

I squinted at him, crossing my arms over my chest. “Why are you here? Disturbing my lovely routine of doing nothing all day in a six by eight cell.”

“My team and I need your help. There’s been recent murders, and they are an exact match to your MO four years ago.” He opened a file on the table, spreading out gruesome photos of young men that were slaughtered. “Two young men suspected of rape charges both emasculated and stabbed to death in their home. The same MO as your victims.”

Reid’s hair had gotten longer since I last saw him at my trial, and he seemed to be more muscular through his sweater vest, but those weren’t the only differences about him. He seemed colder, more experienced.

“Who did you lose?” I peered at him, reading him the same way he can read me.

“Excuse me?”

“You lost someone… a friend, relative, lover…” The way he looked down and his jaw clenched gave me my answer. “You lost your lover. Girlfriend, or wife?”

“Girlfriend.” His voice was soft, and he glanced back up at me after a moment. For the first time, I noticed how sharp his jawline was. For some reason, I didn’t want to look away. Reid cleared his throat, continuing bitterly. “We’re not here to talk about that though. We’re here to talk about you and the people you killed.”

I sat in the interrogation room for two hours before Reid came in to talk to me. I spoke in a way that was almost boring. I couldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing me crumble. “Dr. Reid, I didn’t kill anyone.”

He didn’t respond, instead he sat and displayed photo upon photo of young men, murdered. In the center there was one photo from a passport. Eddie Williamson. “Do you know these men?”

“Eddie. He…” I trailed off, memories of that damn frat party flooding back to me. 

“He raped you at a frat party in college. You reported it, but there wasn’t any proof, and he wasn’t charged.” Reid peered at me, looking for a reaction. 

Looking at Eddie’s face, the face that haunted my nightmares, made me want to vomit. “That son of a bitch ruined my life, and no one believed me. But what does that have to do with anything? You’re charging me with six murders.” I shoved the photos away, refusing to look at the mutilated bodies of young men. 

“He was found murdered and emasculated in his apartment two weeks ago. Since then, five other men accused of sexual assault allegations have been found in the same state of being.”

I couldn’t help the satisfaction that curled in my stomach at the news of Eddie’s fate. At the same time I wanted to vomit. They think I could do something like that?

Reid didn’t believe my claims of innocence. I could tell in the way he stared at me, like I was an animal out for blood. 

My voice was shaky when I spoke again. “I want my lawyer now, if you don’t mind.”

“I didn’t kill anyone.” My voice was steady despite my anger. How many times did we have to do this dance? “I know you don’t believe me, your team didn’t believe me, a jury didn’t believe me. But it’s the truth. I can’t help you.”

Reid was quiet for a long time. “If you didn’t kill these people, who did?”

I slammed my palm against the table, nearly shouting at the top of my lungs. “What do you want me to say? I’ve done everything I can to convince you and anyone that will listen that I didn’t kill anyone. Somehow I was convicted for 6 murders I did not commit, despite there being zero physical evidence against me. I cannot help you, Dr. Reid.”

Reid took a deep breath. His brown eyes looked into mine, and for a moment, I could’ve sworn he believed me. Believed that I wasn’t the cold blooded killer everyone perceived me to be. “My team and I made a profile for the killer four years ago. A woman in her mid to late twenties that had been raped, probably in her college career. She has a steady job, probably as a receptionist or secretary. Something that goes along with typical gender roles. She’s angry at the world for never giving justice to the man that violated her in college, and this anger causes her to push away those who care about her.”

I smiled bitterly. “That’s me to a T.”

“There was one major part of the profile you didn’t match with. When we arrested this woman, we expected her to be extremely hostile, physically fight back however she could. You didn’t do that. You were strong, but you didn’t want to look at the crime scene photos. You didn’t resist us, even though you got a lawyer.” His charming brown eyes were thoughtful, as if he was thinking deeply about something extremely important. 

“Well, what does that mean?”

For the first time since I’d known Dr. Reid, he looked confused. “I don’t know. The profile is the same as it was four years ago, and we think it’s someone close to you. You can help us by thinking of anyone that could match that description.”

Something occurred to me, someone I had barely thought about in years. “My sister. She’s a little older than me, and I haven’t heard from her since my arrest.”

Reid abruptly left the room, taking the files with him. 

The memory of his voice echoed in my head, and my mind couldn’t help but dwell on the feeling that maybe once, in four years, someone believed me.

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PART 2 : Guilty 

[hamiltonimagines]

He Doesn’t Deserve You

Pairing: Lin x Reader

Request: “Hi! Could you do a Lin x reader where y/n gets cheated on and he comforts her and it’s friends to lovers and super fluffy?🥺🥰👉🏻👈🏻” - @brian-mayonnaise

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Cheating and sooooooo much fluff

“Alright I’ll see you tomorrow. Make sure you actually go home and get some rest” I said. I was currently at the Richard Rogers Theater. We had just finished a show and I was talking to my best friend, Mr.Lin-Manuel Miranda. He had a tendency to work too hard, so I was always bugging him to make sure he had time to rest.

“Thank you for your concern. I promise I’ll get some rest. Just for you” he said giving me a hug. I smiled at him and then left his dressing room.

Lin and I had been friends since In The Heights. He pitched the idea of Hamilton to me and I thought it was brilliant. Then he insisted that I play Maria Reynolds. I could never tell my best friend no, so here we were.

Granted, it was a little weird having to kiss my best friend every night. Especially since I had had a crush on Lin when we first met. I quickly realized it would never happen and then I met my current boyfriend, Ryan. Ryan was a great guy and he was charming, but he would never be Lin.

I unlocked my apartment door and I walked inside. “Babe, I’m home” I called out. I heard some commotion in our bedroom. The door was closed and I panicked thinking someone had broken in to the house.

I grabbed the pepper spray that I kept in my purse. I listened closely trying to hear what was going on. Then the door quickly opened and out came Ryan. He shut the door right behind him. I jumped at how suddenly he came into the room.

“Oh it’s just you” I said, with a soft smile. I put my pepper spray back in my purse. I let out a sigh, thinking about how I’d overreacted. I saw that Ryan was just in a robe. “Oh were about to take a shower? I might have to join you” I said, with a smirk and walking toward him.

Then our bedroom door opened again, and a girl walked out. She was also wearing a robe, my robe. “Is this a friend of yours babe?” The girl asked.

I stood their in shock. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I didn’t know whether I should be angry or sad. “You have to be kidding me. You are such an asshole” I yelled as I ran out the door and slammed it shut behind me.

As soon as the door shut, I felt the tears streaming down my face. I had trusted him, we had dated for a year. And he decided to cheat on me.

My mind raced with questions. How long had this been going on? Was this a one time thing? Were there other girls he had been with?

I decided to run to the one person I knew would always be there for me.

I got to Lin’s apartment door and I knocked. I waited and there was no answer. “Of course, he was still at the theater. He is such a workaholic” I thought to myself. I sat down in the hallway and put my head in my hands.

It was then that I lost control of the tears and I just started balling.

I was so embarrassed that I was so upset about this. Ryan didn’t deserve any reaction from me.

Then I heard someone say “Oh my god Y/N?” and run toward me. I looked up and saw Lin kneeling in front of me, with a concerned look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” He asked me, grabbing ahold of one of my hands to comfort me. “I went home and Ryan was with another girl, Lin. What do I do? Did I do something wrong? Was it my fault?” I asked him.

“I am so sorry Y/N” he said as he pulled me into his arms. “None of this is your fault. If Ryan did that, then he is a moron who doesn’t how lucky he was to have you. He doesn’t deserve you and he never did” Lin assured me, as he rocked me back and forth.

So here I was, sitting on the floor outside Lin’s apartment as I balled in his arms and he comforted me. Once I stopped crying as hard, Lin said “Let’s go inside, I’ll make you some tea”.

He helped me up off the ground, and brought me inside. I sat down on his couch and he brought me a blanket and went to make some tea. I wrapped the blanket around myself.

I decided to check my phone. I saw countless texts from Ryan with phrases like “it wasn’t what it looked like” “please just let me explain” and “you’re the only one”.

I threw my phone onto the floor, I couldn’t stand to read the lies. I couldn’t believe I had wasted a whole year of my life dating him.

Lin walked in the room with two cups of tea. He handed one to me and I gratefully took it. “Thank you, I know this isn’t how you thought your night would go” I said. “I’m always here for you” he said to me with a smile.

“Speaking of, you can stay here as long as you like. And if you want time off the show, you can have it for as long as you want” he assured me. Lin has always been so thoughtful and caring. It only made my feelings for him stronger.

I guess I didn’t have to suppress those feelings anymore, since I was no longer in a relationship. That didn’t change the fact that Lin definitely didn’t like me though.

“Thank you, truly. I don’t know if I can go do a show tomorrow. I’ll start with one day off and see how I feel” I told him.

“Like a wise woman once said, “you need to get some rest”. So I’m going to bed and I’ll let you get some sleep” he said, kissing my forehead and going to his room.

I set up the couch that folded into a bed and I heard my phone buzzing on the floor. I figured it was Ryan, but I picked it up anyway. I looked at it and saw it was the Hamilton cast groupchat.

Lin had sent a message in the groupchat saying that I would taking a few days off. There were a bunch of responses, mostly saying get better. Everyone was assuming I was sick, because why else would I not show up.

Then I saw a private message from Pippa. It read “Y/N, I saw Lin’s message. I know you would only not do a show if you were deathly ill. So what’s going on? Are you okay?”. I decided I could tell her the truth.

Y/N: Something happened with Ryan

P: Is he sick?

Y/N: He cheated on me Pippa

P: Oh my god I am so sorry Y/N. Is there anything I can do to help?

Y/N: I don’t think so, I’ll be staying with Lin for the next few days

P: Okay, I’m always here to talk if you need it. I love you sis

Y/N: Love you too, goodnight

Pippa was my closest friend besides Lin. Her, Renée, Jas, and I were all like sisters. I knew my secret was safe with Pippa. I didn’t want everyone in the cast to know. Then, they would all just feel bad for me and I didn’t want their pity.

I put my phone down and fell asleep quickly, tired from the day’s events.

For the next three days, I stayed at Lin’s apartment and missed the shows. Pippa had come over once and brought me icecream and we talked for hours. Our cast mates had been becoming more and more worried. I decided that I was going to do the next show.

Both Lin and Pippa made sure I really was okay, and reassured me that I could take as long as I needed. I knew I had to get back in a routine eventually.

So now I was sitting in my dressing room getting my hair and makeup done for the show. I was blocking out anything I could possibly be thinking about. I wasn’t thinking about Ryan, I wasn’t thinking about my feelings for Lin, my mind was blank. I knew I would get too emotional if I thought about anything like that for too long.

I heard a knock at my door. I looked up and saw Lin peeking his head in. “Oh hi, come in” I said with a smile. “How’re you doing sweetheart?” He asked me, concerned. “I’m feeling ready, hoping this time off won’t make me forget the words” I joked, lightening the mood. “You’re going to do great, okay?” Lin said as he gave me a hug. Then he kissed my forehead before leaving.

I was standing in the wing, getting ready to go on stage. Pippa was standing right next to me and gave me the biggest hug before I went onstage.

We started singing Say No to This, I was doing it completely on autopilot. Still trying to block out all those emotions. We got to the middle of the song and it finally dawned that this scene was exactly like what happened to me. I don’t why it took me so long to connect the two. I realized I was playing the other woman.

Then, I starting thinking about Ryan and how he broke my heart. I knew within seconds I was going to breakdown. I locked eyes with Lin and he knew right away what was happening. I could see his mind spinning, thinking about ways to improv and get me off the stage.

I was holding it together and then all of a sudden, I fell apart right on stage. Leslie was on stage with us at that point. He ran over to me and ushered me off the stage with him. I could hear Lin doing improv and it was actually going well.

Pippa was waiting right there in the wings. She pulled me into her arms and Leslie rushed back on to the stage. “Shh it’ll be okay” she said as held me in a hug. She brought me down to my dressing room and I changed out of my costume, so that my understudy could take over. I assured Pippa that I would be okay so she could leave to go finish the show. I was laying on my dressing room couch in sweatpants and a sweatshirt.

I listened to the whole show and when it got to Burn, I was a complete mess. It completely captured how I had been feeling. Somehow I got through the rest of the show. I heard the show end, then within a minute Lin was in my dressing room.

Within seconds, he had enveloped me in a hug. “I knew doing a show would be too much, I should of stopped you” Lin said into my hair as he hugged me. “I thought I could do it” I told him. “That’s okay, no one expects you to be Wonder Woman and not let emotions affect you. You’re human, it’s bound to happen” he reassured me.

We pulled away and I was transfixed staring into Lin’s eyes. Throughout all of this mess, he had been a constant source of support. He meant so much to me, and everyday I spent with him as I stayed at his house, my feelings only grew stronger.

I couldn’t resist, I found myself leaning in toward him. I realized that he was leaning in too, did this mean after all these years that he liked me too?

Eventually, our lips met and it was magical. I poured all the love I had for him over the years into the kiss. It was like we were both trying to make up for lost time. We both pulled away and just smiled at each other.

Then his smiled faded. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t of done that. You’re going through a lot and I took advantage of that” he apologized quickly. “Don’t you get it Lin?” I asked him. He just had a look of confusion. “It’s always been you, since before Ryan. He was just a distraction. But you’ve always been the one I wanted” I confessed.

“Really?” He asked me. I nodded and before I knew it, he was leaning in to kiss me again. This kiss was shorter, but was just as magical.

“Come on let’s go home, I believe lots of cuddling is in order” Lin said as he grabbed my hand and stood up.

[kirah69]

Hills Animal Home [Petopher]

Day 3: "Stop coming back"

For the @petopher-events

Tags: pre-slash, animal shelter, mentions of covid-19

[It's not betaed so if you find any mistake, let me know]

[AO3 link]

Hills Animal Home

The Hills Animal Home was an animal shelter that had opened at the beginning of the pandemic. Many pet owners abandoned their animals with the stupid idea that they could get infected by them. The shelter saved them from almost certain death. The place was big, it was on the outskirts of Beacon Hills, bordering to other two towns. The main building had space for a veterinary clinic with an operating room and spacious rooms for sick animals. Behind the building there were several square yards divided in areas for cats, dogs and other animals. There were big kennels for them to sleep outside if they so wanted and also closed huts with beds if it was cold outside. There were also large play areas with little trees to climb for the cats and lots of toys to play for the dogs. And everything was clean and cared for thanks to all the workers there. They did not receive any help from the State or the County, but it was rumored that the owner was some millionaire animal lover.

Chris hadn't paid much attention to it, but as the pandemic dragged on and things in Beacon Hills had settled down, he felt lonely and bored. He had had dogs when he was younger. Well, they were hunting dogs, and he wasn't allowed to treat them with love like any other family would do. He wanted to do it right this time.

He went to Hills Animal Home early on a weekday, when he was less likely to meet other people there. He put on his mask before getting out of the car. There was a woman in her seventies at the reception desk, her white hair in a bun and dressed in a striking pink flower shirt. She gave him a big smile as he approached the counter, or that was what he thought giving that he couldn't see her face behind the mask.

“Welcome! What can I do for you?” she asked.

“I want to buy a dog.”

“Adopt.”

“Huh?” Chris frowned.

“We don't sell dogs, we have them up for adoption,” she explained. “Would you like to adopt a dog?”

“Yes, I... I want to adopt a dog, please.”

He suspected they would charge him some money later with whatever excuse, but he already intended to pay so he didn't care. The woman called someone through an intercom, and another woman appeared. This one was a bit younger but not by much. She was wearing a skirt suit and had a folder in her hand.

“Hello, I'm Miranda. And you are...”

“Argent. Chris Argent.”

“Pleased to meet you,” she said with a little bow without even holding out her hand. Chris had to consciously refrain from doing so. “Come with me, I have some questions for you before we consider you qualified for adoption.”

Chris opened his mouth and closed it again. What was she talking about? He only wanted a dog.

As he learned in the following minutes, it wasn't that easy. Not here at least. These dogs had suffered a lot from the abandonment and even abuse, and they had no intention of handing them over to the first guy who walked through the door. She asked him a lot of questions about his daily life, about his house, his job, his previous pets, his family... He commented that it was a bit invasive (even more than a job interview), and Miranda told him that he was not obliged to answer, but then he would leave without a dog.

It seemed that his answers were satisfying enough, and he was allowed to go see the dogs. What he didn't expect was to find Peter Hale there. He was dressed in casual clothes (more casual than Chris had ever seen him) and was playing with the dogs. There was at least eight of them jumping around him while others ran after the balls he threw at them. He had a big smile on his face. A real smile. Chris had never seen him like that.

When Peter felt someone approaching, he took a mask out of his pocket and put it on. It was strange since Chris was pretty sure that werewolves couldn't get infected. Then Peter realized who he was and stood still. As if following his lead, all the dogs stopped jumping and running and looked toward Chris.

“To what do I owe this visit?” he asked coming closer.

“Mr. Argent is qualified for adoption,” Miranda said, handing Peter a clipboard.

“Thank you, Miranda,” Peter nodded and took the clipboard without taking his eyes from Chris. “You can go back inside.”

“Okay. Good luck, Mr. Hale,” she said and left.

Chris wasn't sure why he needed luck, but he nodded anyway.

“So you came to adopt a dog,” Peter said. It wasn't a question. He took a look at Miranda's report and left it on a table full of toys and treats.

“Do I get to choose?” Chris asked and wasn't surprised by Peter's answer.

“Of course not,” he said with a snort. “You only get to choose if you want a small one or a big one.”

“I don't really care, but I have enough space for a big one.”

“Good. Get one of those and play with them,” Peter said, pointing to the toys on the table.

Chris didn't know why, but he just took one of the knotted ropes and followed Peter to a more open area. The dogs relaxed as soon as Peter did and some of them came to Chris and started playing with him. Peter played with them too, and the man looked the most relaxed Chris had ever seen him, even if the 'wolf kept an eye on him all the time. He looked almost... happy?

Chris wasn't sure how long they were there and for what exactly, but he was having fun so he didn't mind. At some point, Peter walked up to him and with just a couple of gestures, all the dogs turned away except for one. It was dark brown, and Chris couldn't guess what breed, probably a mixed-breed, but he didn't care.

“This is Burger,” Peter said, petting its head. “I think he'll be perfect for you.”

“Burger,” Chris repeated arching an eyebrow. “Can I change his name?”

“No. And you can't turn him into a hunting dog either. I'll make sure of it,” Peter said with a clear threat in his voice.

“I won't. I don't work like that anymore,” Chris answered truthfully.

Peter looked at him, and maybe he was satisfied with his steady heartbeat because he just nodded.

“Let's go to my office.”

The three of them went back into the building and got into a small office with windows to the back yard. Peter sat behind the desk and Chris in front of him with Burger at his feet.

“You're the owner of this place, right?” Chris asked while Peter took out some documents.

“What gave it away?” Peter said sarcastic.

“Why?” That was what he had been wondering from minute one.

Peter shrugged.

“Because I can.”

“A lot of people could, but you did it. Why?”

Peter left some papers in front of him and leaned back in the chair with a pensive expression. He probably wasn't thinking of his reasons for opening an animal shelter, but if he should tell him.

“Cora left, Derek left, most of the McCall pack has left, including the alpha. And now this fucking pandemic and the first thing people do is abandon their pets as if they were not part of the family. The same assholes that refuse to wear a mask,” Peter said almost with a growl.

Pack. That was what this was for Peter, a pack. He was there for the same reason as Chris, he felt lonely.

“Why do you wear it, a mask?” Chris asked curiously while he started to fill the papers.

Peter seemed grateful for the change of subject.

“I may not get sick, but I don't know if I can carry it and infect others. Although it's mostly as an example for my workers.”

“I didn't think you were so aware.”

Chris signed the papers and gave them back. Peter was looking at him with narrowed eyes.

“You don't know me at all, Argent.” Peter got up and went to the office door. “Take care of him, let us know if you need anything and don't forget about the vaccines. You can vaccinate him here or at your own vet,” he said almost like a robot.

Chris hooked Burger to a new leash and left the office with him. Peter disappeared through a door, and Chris took his new dog home.

Not even three weeks later, Chris was back at the Hills Animal Home. Again in the morning of a weekday. Peter appeared immediately at the reception desk with an angry look.

“If you're here to return him-.”

“No, no, Burger is wonderful,” Chris hurried to say. “He's quickly adapted to the house and is a fantastic boy.”

“I'm glad. Why are you here then?” Peter relaxed a bit and rounded the desk towards him.

“I thought... Maybe Burger would feel better with a friend.”

Yeah, that's why he was there, there was no other reason. Right.

“Well, dogs are pack animals so yes, I think it'd be a good idea. Beside, you have the means to take care of both.”

Peter gestured for Chris to follow him, and they went to the dogs enclosure.

“Should I take Burger too,” Chris asked at the door.

“Of course, it's gonna be his companion after all.”

And just like that, they spent a couple of hours playing with the dogs. Peter laughed, he really laughed even if Chris could not see it with the mask, but the sound of it was... The dogs, he had to focus on the dogs. Yeah, he was there for the dogs. Fuck.

Chris left the shelter with a golden retriever with only three legs that jumped higher than any other dog. His name was Nigel. And no, he couldn't change it.

“Stop coming back!” Peter almost whined when Chris returned to the shelter two weeks later. “You're not getting another dog, two are enough for now!”

Chris opened his mouth and closed it again. Burger and Nigel were with him and greeted Peter cheerfully.

“I wasn't... I didn't want another... dog...” Okay, now he didn't have an excuse to be there.

“Then what?” Peter asked, crossing his arms. Chris' eyes went straight to his cleavage (you couldn't blame him). Why was he wearing a V-neck instead of casual clothes like the other days? And why did it have to be so wide? “Oh, I see.”

“What?” He was glad that the mask partially hid his face. Surely he had blushed (which was ridiculous for a man his age).

“You don't need to adopt a dog to get a date.”

“I-I don't-,” Chris stammered.

“I can smell it, Chris, even through the mask. Knowing you, you'd fill your house with dogs before you muster up the courage to ask me out,” Peter sighed, rolling his eyes.

He gave the dogs a treat and turned to the back door while Chris looked at him speechless.

“Pick me up at five!” he said before disappearing.

Well, he now had two dogs and a date. That was a lot more than what he had five weeks ago.

[katymacsupernatural]

Drowns the Whiskey

Dean Winchester x Reader

1000 Words

Written for: @atc74 and her Duets Challenge. I’m so sorry, I thought I had already posted this, but it was just sitting in my drafts!!!

My song: Drowns the whiskey by Jason Aldean and Miranda Lamber

Summary: Whiskey is the only thing that can help Y/N forget. 

Warnings: Angst, surprise ending

The amber liquid swirled in the glass, sloshing slightly over the side. Droplets formed on your hand, and you fought against the urge to lick it up, hating the waste. Signaling the bartender, you downed the shot, welcoming the slight burn as it slid down your throat, pulling in your stomach.

It was another run-down bar, in another no-name town. It didn’t matter what the interior looked like. As long as it had some stools at the bar, and a never-ending supply of whiskey, you were content.

The whiskey had helped at first. Drowning the memories of a man who had been your everything. The strong liquid had taken the edge of the pain away. At first. And now? No matter how many sips of whiskey, those mossy green eyes still haunted you.

“Dean,” you whispered, the pain cutting through the whiskey, stinging at the corner of your eyes. Closing your eyes, your hand grasping the shot glass so tight it could have cracked, you gave in to them. Dean, sitting in the driver seat of the Impala, one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on the rolled-down window. He smiled over at you, his eyes crinkling up. “This is nice, isn’t it?” He had asked. “You, me, and the open road.”

“Another,” You told the bartender, pushing away the empty glass. He complied, and you waved at the bottle. “Keep that here.”

He sighed, setting the bottle down in front of you. Tossing back the shot, you welcomed the numbness as it began to take a hold of you. But it faded away as the memory of Dean’s lips against your skin had your hand trembling as you poured another round. Dean, and those plump lips had driven you to distraction more times than you could count. A tear slipped down your cheek as the liquid slid down your throat. 

“Damn you whiskey,” you muttered. It was why you were here. You were looking for a release, a way to forget because the memories were too much to bear. 

“Excuse me?” The man sitting next to you asked. “Miss, are you alright?”

“Nope,” you answered, taking another shot of whiskey. 

He backed off, leaving you to the only thing you cared about. Whiskey. But even the strong alcohol wasn’t your friend tonight. No matter how much you drank, or how much it burned, Dean was still there, at the front of your mind. Remind you of how much you missed him. How much it hurt that he was gone, leaving you alone.

You wished that fateful day could be burned from your mind. But it would take something stronger than whiskey. The day everything had been taken from you. Your love, your hope, your reason for going on. When that knife had slid into Dean’s chest, you had been helpless to stop it. You had watched him die right in front of you, and now you couldn’t sleep without seeing those mossy green eyes go glassy. Watching as he took his last painful breath.

Reaching for the whiskey bottle, you poured another shot of whiskey, trying to dull the tight ache around your heart. Wishing that it would take away the memories. The good and the bad. They both hurt right now, and you weren’t sure you could stand to hurt anymore. 

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. No doubt Sam calling once again, trying to check up on you. But you couldn’t talk to him. He reminded you too much of the good life, the life that you would give everything up for just to have Dean alive once again. His call went to voicemail, your mailbox probably full. 

With the shot glass resting in your hand, you thought back to your last happy memory of Dean. Before the mark had changed him. When the two of you had slipped away for a night to yourself. Parked in the back row of the drive-in, more interested in the feel of his body against yours, you had spent the evening wrapped in his arms. It had been perfect, but now even that memory had tears spilling down your cheek, and you quickly raised the shot glass to try and push the pain back.

“What’s a pretty girl like you got to cry about?” A deep voice, so familiar and haunting asked as a callused hand pushed the glass down. 

Through the tears, you slowly peered up, your heart catching as a person you had never expected to see again stood beside you. “Dean?” You asked, wondering if he was a figment of your whiskey-fueled brain.

“In the flesh,” he answered proudly. “With a few upgrades.”

Your heart hammered as you looked him over. He seemed a little leaner, stronger than before. Wearing that soft maroon flannel shirt you loved so much. His hair seemed longer, wilder, but it looked good. Smiling, you let your gaze drop to his eyes, gasping when they flicked to black.

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