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inthe-dark-tonight · 1 year

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And All the Stars Align

chapter one: across the room, your silhouette

din djarin x princess!reader series

chapter two

summary: your mother seeks out the well known mandalorian, din djarin, to help your planet by fighting in a duel. what starts as a strong distaste for the armored man grows into something more.

word count: 1.7k

series rating: E (18+ mdni)

warnings: no use of y/n, slow burn, slight enemies to lovers, some helmetless din, no physical descriptions of reader other than clothing a few times, no mentions of age gap so read however you’d like, not really that many warnings yet :)

notes: this is the first thing i’ve ever written, i’ve just been really nervous to post it but here it is!!! i also was slightly inspired by padme and anakin’s relationship in episode 2 & 3 so you may see some similarities here and there. this will be multiple chapters, not sure how many yet but know that it will be quite a few lol. thank you to my loves @shatteredbaby & @javiscigarette for beta reading and brainstorming with me mwah. also @pr0ximamidnight for listening to me ramble about this fic and also encouraging me to keep writing ily

He’s sitting in the cantina on Nevarro minding his business, when he suddenly feels a presence behind him.

“Can I help you?” His deep voice booms through the modulator on his helmet. He doesn’t bother to turn around.

The man standing close behind him clears his throat before speaking. “I’m visiting from the planet Xeron. I was sent by the queen in search of a Mandalorian named Din Djarin.” He pauses, hesitating for a moment. “I was told he could be found here.”

Din turns around in his seat and props his elbow up to lean back on the counter nonchalantly. “You’ve found him.” He says in a flat tone. Although his face is covered with a beskar helmet, his voice is enough to make anyone intimidated. “You have one minute to explain what you’re here for.”

The advisor swallows hard and clears his throat. “I- uh,”

“Fifty-six seconds.” the Mandalorian says, his voice coming out deep and monotone.

“Our planet, Xeron, is having a quarrel of sorts with our sister planet, Arkam, and we need help. We need your help.” He hesitated for a quick moment, a bit flustered. “Word around the inner rim is that you’re a great fighter, you’ve taken down a mudhorn, a kryat dragon, the list goes on and on. We’re desperately in need of someone to fight. Someone who will win.”

“What’s in it for me?”

A week later the Mandalorian is on his way to Xeron. Your mother, the queen, insisted that he come a week early to settle in before the duel. She had said we should lend him our hospitality for what he’s agreed to do for our planet, so there’s going to be a welcome dinner hosted tonight when he arrives.

You’re currently in your room getting ready to leave when there’s a knock on your door. “Come in.” The door opens a crack and you see Jem poke her head in.

Jem is your closest friend, though she’s more of an assistant of sorts. You don’t like to think of her that way, she’s just your friend that also happens to keep watch over you and help you out with anything you might need.

“Are you almost ready? Your mother is already in the grand hall awaiting your arrival.” She raises her brow at you, knowing that you always tend to be late.

“Yes just- give me a second. I’ll be right out.” You smile before she shuts the door behind her.

You turn towards your mirror and take a deep breath. Why are you so nervous? It’s not like you haven’t attended banquets for visitors in the past. You run your gloved hands over your floor length dress and take one last look in the mirror before turning to leave.

When you open the door Jem is waiting there for you, also wearing a long elegant dress for the occasion. She turns to walk down the hall and you quickly follow.

“Are you curious to see what he’s like?” She asks as you make your way towards the grand hall.

You look at her slightly confused “….who?”

She blinks at you, waiting for you to say something else. “The Mandalorian, you know, the one your mother hired to fight in the duel?” She gives you an odd look before the two of you step into the elevator. “I’ve heard he’s quiet, a little mysterious. I guess we’ll see for ourselves.” A smirk grows on her face as she says the words.

When the elevator doors open again, you quickly round the corner to see that the doors to the great hall are wide open and the room is flooded with people. Some are gathered standing in large groups, others are sitting at the large tables spread around the room. You look around the room and see your mother through the crowd, sitting in her usual spot. You walk towards her smiling here and there at guests as you pass by.

“You’re here! We can get started finally.” She gestures something to one of the royal guards, seconds later you hear a loud noise signaling that dinner will be served shortly. In the next couple of minutes everyone is finally seated, Jem sitting next to you. You glance around noticing that someone’s missing, the guest of honor. Great first impression, you think to yourself. If he can’t even arrive on time, how’s he going to win this fight?

You can see your mother glancing around the room frantically. “Where is he?” She mumbles to herself. The guests are chatting at a low volume, probably wondering what’s going on as well.

All of a sudden one of the doors to the royal hall opens, everyone’s head snaps towards that direction to get a look. As you look around the room, everyone’s quiet and still. It’s like the world has stopped. You hear heavy steps growing closer and what sounds like something clanking. Finally you look towards the door and your eyes land on him. The Mandalorian.

He’s covered head to toe in beskar armor, and the visor on his helmet creates a t shape. There’s a sway in his step, he walks with confidence and you can feel the air in the room has changed just from his presence. Your mother stands from her chair as he gets closer, and everyone else in the room follows. You’re so mesmerized by him and the confidence in each step he takes that you end up being the last to stand, eyes never leaving his captivating form. When he gets to you and your mother he bows his head, leaving your mother ecstatic.

“Ladies and gentlemen, our guest of honor, Din Djarin.” She gestures towards him. “The Mandalorian.” the room applauds.

He nods and takes a seat next to your mother, everyone following her lead to sit. Your mother looks at one of the royal guards and droids start coming from the kitchen with plates full of food, placing them at every table.

Your mother turns her head to Din “Thank you so much for being here tonight, I’m glad you could make it a week early. We want to show our thanks, and how greatly appreciative we are.” she smiles at him.

Din turns his head towards her and nods. “Thank you for your hospitality.” His voice is deep coming through his modulator, it sends a chill down your spine. You’re still staring at him when your mother starts to speak.

“This is my daughter.” Your mother fully sits back in her chair so he can look past her and see you properly.

He turns his head towards you. “Princess.” He nods his head again. What Jem heard is true. He really doesn’t say much, but you feel squeamish under his gaze.

“We really are more grateful than you could ever imagine.” Your mother smiles again. “Please! Help yourself!” Your mother gestures to the table full of food.

Jem nudges your shoulder and you turn to her, finally breaking your gaze away from Din. She’s smirking “I told you” she whispers before reaching to fill her plate.

You’re trying not to stare at this point, just looking out the corner of your eye. You pile a few things onto your plate and before you can take a bite you see his hand lift up to his helmet. You hear a hissing sound as he lifts it off his head.

You snap your head to look over at him and you’re absolutely stunned, almost breathless as his profile comes into view. The strong outline of his nose and plush pink lips immediately catch your attention. You don’t think you’ve ever laid your eyes on someone as beautiful as him. Still taking in his features, your mouth slightly opens in awe. His large brown eyes, the crease between his brows, the way his curls fall perfectly over his forehead even after having a helmet on.

He turns his head towards you, almost like he could feel your gaze. A blush creeps onto your cheeks as you quickly turn back to look at your plate in embarrassment. You can still feel his gaze burning through you, your body starting to heat up. Through the corner of your eye you can see him staring now, you lift your head and turn to look at him again. This time he turns away, quickly glancing back at you for only a split second before focusing on his plate. It’s almost… shy. Cute, you think.

“I didn’t know Mandalorians could remove their helmets?” Your mother asks him.

Din clears his throat as he glances at your mother. “The rules aren’t… as strict as they once were.” He states.

His voice sounds even more heavenly without being filtered through the modulator. It makes your skin tingle.

The rest of the dinner you don’t dare to look at him. Your mother dismisses everyone and people get up to gather and chat again. Everyone wants to speak to Din, he’s never not crowded by guests. He put his helmet back on at this point after dinner.

Jem pops up beside you. “Wow, I knew he’d be popular tonight, being the guest of honor and all but… he really can’t catch a break”

“Yeah.” you’re trying to seem nonchalant as you stare him down from across the room.

“Have you gotten a chance to speak with him?” She looks over at you.

“No!” Your head snaps towards her and Jem’s brow raises at your tone. “I mean, no. He’s been occupied basically all night.” You’re looking back towards where he stands.

“What’s there for me to say anyway?” You glance over at her “Am I supposed to thank him? However much my mother’s paying him won’t be worth anything if he doesn’t make it out.” You look back out into the crowd of people and you’re unable to spot him.

“Yeah, I guess.” She pauses for a moment. “Well I need to go find your mother, I told her I’d help her with something. See you later?”

You nod and watch her disappear into the pool of people laughing and talking loudly.

You hear someone say your name in a deep voice from behind you.

“Princess.”

thank you for reading lmk what you think & my asks are open to chat :) xo

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#din djarin x reader #din djarin x female reader #din djarin x fem!reader #mandalorian x reader #din djarin x princess!reader #din darjin #din djarin fanfiction #mandalorian fanfic #star wars fanfiction

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theorphicangel · 1 year

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𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫. | 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 |

tags: no warnings, fluff, crack, established relationship, gn reader

You had known for a little while that this had been going on. He didn’t even try to hide it.

Leaving his bed in the middle of the night, waking up early, always on his phone and when you asked him what he was doing it would always be the same excuse.

You didn’t know how to feel.

Anger was definitely one of your top emotions yet also betrayal. How he could easily go behind your back and come back to you like nothing ever happened.

You wanted to confront him about it from the first time you caught on but you knew he would immediately act all defensive about it.

You didn’t know what you did wrong, sure you had a lot more shifts going on these days but you tried to get along. However no matter how far you tried to catch up to him, he would hide away and continue to leave you behind.

Tired.

That was it.

You were tired. Of the lies, the betrayal and the hidden secrets.

But tonight you had the courage to finally confront him, figuring it would be better to tell him what you knew before he could break your heart.

The door creaked open slowly before you walked in, arriving from work earlier than usual. He shuffled to a comfortable position on the couch of your shared apartment, switching off the television immediately to then grab his phone.

You shut the door behind you.

“You’re home early.” he stated, trying to seem more interested in his phone than you.You hummed at him, “How was your day?” he asked.

“Good.” you replied bluntly. You eyed him up and down before walking over to sit at the other end of the couch. He could tell. He could tell by your body language that you were upset. The slight thought of you knowing crossed his mind and he nervously swallowed.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, praying that he wouldn’t know the answer. You looked at him with a sharp glare. His innocent eyes how they easily deceived you. But you weren’t stupid to fall for this trick.

“I know.” You said continuing to glare. “I know what you’ve been doing.”

He stopped his movements as his breath was caught in his throat. He knew he was caught, red-handed.

“Look-” he began to explain before you cut him off.

“No. I don’t want to hear your excuses. This has gone on for weeks and you thought I was stupid enough to act like nothing was happening.”

“I never thought you were stupid.” he corrected.

“So...why didn’t you just tell me. From the first time.”

He looked away as he hesitated, “I don’t- I don’t know. I guess...I was ashamed…”

You sighed, rubbing your forehead, “What episode are you on?” Once again he hesitated, you looked over at him. “Levi,” you warned, “What episode?”

He looked away in embarrassment, “I’m on season 3.”

Your jaw practically dropped, your whole body speechless. He called out your name as you stood ready to storm off. “Wait! Look, look I’ll stop watching until you catch up I swear.”

“No!” you cried out, “You told me just one episode and then behind my back you start binge- watching without me, hell you said the fucking show was shitty from the first episode!”

“I know, I know. But it was just one time and I got-”

“No. Don’t talk to me right now Levi Ackerman. I haven’t got time for cheaters.” You crossed your arms and turned away from him.

It was his turn for him to be speechless. “Oh so now I’m a cheater?”

“Yes, you are.”

A moment of silence passed. “Okay fine.” he said. “I guess I’ll watch season 3 without you then.” he sighed.

You gasped at his statement, “You wouldn’t dare.”

His grey eyes poured into yours. “Yes. I Would.”

You glared at him as he gave you the same identical look back, you broke away first once a smile started to appear across your face.

“I’ll make a deal with you.” He said. “I promise to wait for you to catch up only if you actually watch the episodes.”

“The fuck do you take me for ? Of course I’ll watch them.” you snapped.

“Funny you say then yet you were on your phone half the time, but go on... tell me...what happened last episode?”

Now it was your turn to hesitate and look away, “I can’t remember...a lot happened.” you mumbled in shame.

“Go hurry up and shower then. I’ll be waiting.”

You eyed him up and down in suspicion. “And I won’t start an episode without you.” he swore, rolling his eyes.

“Okay…” you agreed.

“Good.”

“Good.” you repeated. “But still I think once a cheater always a cheater.” you pouted walking away.

“Tell me that again once you’ve finally caught up to season 3.”

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#one of my earlier works I think #I like this one #angel writes #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi attack on titan #levi x reader #attack on titan #aot x reader #levi x you #levi x reader fluff #aot fluff

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ravendruid · 2 years

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I don't want to be alone tonight

This text originated from the scene on episode 42, and then @tiamat-zx sent this prompt, which I added to what I had already written. This text contains spoilers for Keyleth and Vax's meeting in Vox Machina Origins, Volume 1, and episodes 39-42 of campaign 1. This means a lot to me, and I hope you all enjoy it <3

Keyleth paced around in her room, much emptier and colder than it had been for the previous weeks. Her bed had been taken down to the temple to offer some sort of comfort to the refugees, so all she had was a small cot and a pile of blankets. It didn’t bother her, she knew that she could use her beast shape to transform into Minxie and curl up on the ground for the night and that she would be fine.

Catha was high in the sky, and her armor lay on the ground by the cot, as she had recently taken it off to change her dirty, blood-stained clothes. Keyleth didn’t trust the calmness of the night, not while she could see the light of embers in the direction of Emon, so she decided that it would be best if she slept with her armor. She was about to pick it up when there was a soft knock on her door, so soft she thought she had imagined it.

Vax held his breath. He hadn’t heard any noise from the other side of the door that would let him know Keyleth had heard him or that she was awake at all, and he was about to turn around and leave when there was a soft creak of hinges. Keyleth’s green eyes peeked through the small gap between the wooden door and its frame, defiant at first but soft and caring when they landed on him.

“Hi.” Her voice was silky soft and sweet like honey, and Vax thought he could die just from hearing it. He tried to muster the courage that had led him there, to her bedroom door at such a late hour, but suddenly his mind was empty of words.

Keyleth examined Vax, standing in the hallway, still in his armor, with a dumbfounded look. The events of that day ran through her mind, the dealings with the Clasp and how Vax had asked her to burn the tattoo on his back. Was he in pain? Is that why he had gone to see her? But if that was the case, why hadn’t he gone to Pike?

“Hi. I don’t want to be alone tonight, do you?” He finally mustered.

Oh. That’s why.

“I haven’t been wanting to be alone most nights.” Keyleth answered before she stepped away and opened the door to let him in.

Vax stood bashfully in the middle of her room, watching her close and lock the door behind her and admiring how her hair fell in waves down her back. He could remember the first time they met in the swamp, she was a squirrel, and he thought he was hallucinating when he saw her wave at him. He thought of the first time she healed him, the warm green glow of nature on her palms, and all the other times after that, and how the feeling never changed or how it felt like home.

Keyleth crossed the room before he could say anything and wrapped her arms around his torso, laying her head on the crook of his neck. Vax was taken aback by the sudden movement, but after the last couple days they had, he wasn’t entirely surprised by her assurance, and neither was Keyleth when he wrapped his arms around her and leaned his cheek against her head.

“Will you stay tonight?” She asked. She realized she wanted him to stay tonight, the next night, and all nights to come, but she wasn’t ready to let him know. Not yet.

“I’ll stay as long as you’ll have me.” He wanted nothing more than to stay with her forever, to hold her in his arms and never let go, but the time wasn’t right, and he would not force it.

Keyleth’s soft, deft fingers found the buckled straps of his armor, and while they both wore the same kind of leather armor, Vax couldn’t hide a gasp of surprise as she started undoing them with practiced ease, letting it fall onto the floor next to hers.

A massive ancient red dragon was sitting on Emon, the city capital of Tal’Dorei, built hundreds of years ago, now crumbled to dust. The danger was real and close to home, closer to Vax and Keyleth, who had already suffered so much pain at the claws of Thordak himself, but neither of them wanted to think or talk about it. They felt safe with each other. Vax was a lethal shadow who could jump in on their enemies without a sound, while Keyleth was single-handedly capable of summoning lightning and storms, of taming rivers and flames, of moving mountains, and of flying on the brightest of the blue skies.

They lay together on the blankets, the cot not big enough for both, their faces so close that they could feel the other’s warm breath on their lips. Keyleth wrapped one arm around Vax’s torso and slid her hand inside his shirt, resting it on the burn mark between his shoulder blades.

“Does it hurt?” She asked softly. Vax shook his head. If you’ll have me, I’m yours, he had told her, and now he had her mark on his body. Knowing he loved her so much as to have her imprint on his body made her feel dizzy, like she had just woken up from a dream. No one had ever loved her like that. She never thought it was possible at all, and why would she? She was awkward and clumsy, others expected greatness from her, but she was too scared to fail, to disappoint them, to lead them astray. She was destined to a life of loneliness, to witness the death of those she loved and the birth and death of those she would learn to love afterward.

“Stop it.” Vax could see the train of thoughts in her eyes. “You’re amazing and strong, Kiki. You’re kind and gentle, and you will be a great leader to your people one day.”

Vax always knew what to say, he always knew what she was thinking and how to stop the bad thoughts. He brought a sense of calmness to her that she couldn’t describe, as if the faith he had in her was all she needed to move on. It was astonishing how sometimes he placed his faith in her so blindly and made her feel like some divine being.

“I love you.” Vax whispered. Keyleth’s eyes filled with joy, and her heart swelled with love. She might not be ready to say it back out loud but after all that had happened, she knew she couldn’t wait a second longer without him knowing how she felt, so she slowly closed whatever distance was between their mouths and pressed a soft, chaste kiss to Vax’s lips, lingering for longer than either of them expected.

While they knew the end could come in the dead of night, they were sure that they were safe within the other’s embrace, and that night the only presence of a nightmare was the one roaring outside Greyskull Keep’s walls.

#critical role #cr fic #prompted #vox machina #vaxleth #c1e42 #I can't believe I'm actually posting this #I've been working on it all week #I just wanted it to be perfect because this scene means a lot to me

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skateyoulater · 2 years

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Between Us Thoughts!

Starting with episode 3 and will be updating here as I watch because I didn’t do this for 1 or 2 but. Here we go.

My stream of consciousness throughout Between Us Episode 3

First of all, I’m glad it’s immediatley on Youtube. They had a whole thing with last episode which meant I couldn’t watch it right away which was very said. Right, let’s get into the ep.

so Team is skipping swim club again. Why are we still avoiding Win? I know you’re an anxious mess of a human, but come on. I am already seeing something concerning regarding Team's want to exercise. If i analyse this too deeply I’ll get sad so I’m not going to. Yet. 'Win will eat you alive' bestie he BEEN eating Team alive and not in the way you're talking about

OH DID BEE JUST RUN INTO HIS OWN LOVE INTEREST? Or should i say nearly ran over? (Let's fucking go) I wonder if this is the guy from his class that never turned up to lectures that the teacher called out last time?

HAHAHAHA WIN IS WAITING FOR YOU Team you fucking moron of course he's waiting for you, you SKIPPED SWIM PRACTICE this boy is so fucking dumb. 'did you dump him already' - 'DONT TALK ABOUT HIM LIKE THAT AGAIN' Win is already so whipped. Dean you're so right about him making Win this grumpy. I love that Dean just , immediately read Win and figured out what's up with him. - this means that Dean knew about Win and Team from the get go?! Does he just think it's a crush? Does he truly know what they’ve been doing?! Team is so fucking grumpy 'why do i have to be afraid of him' - then as soon as he has to deal with Win he’s IMMEDIATELY LOOKING LIKE A PETULANT CHILD IN FRONT OF WIN sticking out his lower lip like a baby. ARE THERE BITEMARKS ON TEAM'S SHOULDER?! Those look like bitemarks,,, we know Win has a thing for Team’s neck and shoulders don’t we! Team's getting drunk? This never goes well. 'WHY DO YOU CALL HIM HIA?' oh they're so suspicious. oh man. Oh these shots from their first hookup?! We haven’t seen these, right? Oh the way Team is looking at Win is everything! Win's just in this boy's mind 24/7 isn't he? Win telling the friends 'You dont have to be afraid of me' - My mind is making those parallels to the scene in UWMA where win tells team that he doesn't have to be afraid of him?!?!!?!?! there's so much in my brain here, I can’t... Win telling Team he was just worried about him? Then Team asking what right Win has to be protective? I’m going to put my foot through my ciomputer because of these two... THE WAY WIN'S THUMB IS MOVING ON TEAM'S SHOULDER AFTER HIS NIGHTMARE? Also, that was a very quick passing-out-into-nightmare timescale. Four seconds? We’re just going to ignore this.

I can't get over the fact that they just EXPECT Pharm to have food for them, not even a 'hello' but a straight up 'yo do you have food for me?’ Also, those are the sweets that Pharm feeds Team, then Win, then Dean in that iconic scene in UWMA... You can see the way Team's anxiety just sets right in after that comment about the competition.

FUCK we’ve got the backstory. I imagine that’s his older brother? Did his older brother drown, or is it Team who nearly drowned? Fuck, this is going to be painful when we figure out exactly what happened. Win can immediatley sense that something's wrong with Team. oh no. oh he’s traumatised.

I can see Win looking at Team and just thinking that ‘oh it’s adorable... oh it’s traumatised’ meme.

I know that Dean’s supposed to tell Team to train harder because he’s the president of the swim team, but at the same time I don’t agree because Team is a baby who needs protecting. You can see how worried Win is about Team already. Win just, almost forcibly adopting Team is adorable. like 'youre sleeping with me tonight. stop being a baby'.

Are they already borrowing clothes?! Oh god they really just tumbled right into domestic here didn't they.

I see win wears chanel, dior, and gucci fragrance. My man smells GOOD. Also

Win why are you acting all abashed for talking in on team in the shower? You've already railed him, who cares if you see his bare ass again? Team thanking Win for helping him sleep?! No what the fuck I’m so- oh that little kiss, oh he's so in love. It's so fucking cute. He's warm and fuzzy and already just obsessed with win. he might as well be lying on his tummy kicking his feet and tirling his hair.

NEXT EPISODE PREVIEW THOUGHTS: 'you adore team more than any other 1st year, but ifd you're not gonna take this seriously' - 'i didn't want to let it be this way' MY GOOD SIR WHAT THE FUCK. TEAM LOOOKS SO HEARTBROKEN. WHY DO WE HAVE TO WAIT ANOTHER FUCKING WEEK.

#between us #between us the series #rambles #sorry about this i needed somewhere to empty my brain

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xaeyrnofnbe · 1 year

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gonna be watching wwdits s5 episode 3 later tonight with my family but in the meantime i am dodging spoilers and thinking very hard about the characters playing Dungeons & Dragons so i’m gonna tell you my thoughts on that. i also welcome additional ideas and suggestions.

guillermo is the dm. he introduced the idea to the vampires, and is using it as a way to keep them out of trouble/distracted for whatever reason. he realizes the enormity of his mistake very quickly, as everyone gets very into it.

i do not have ideas for what races they would pick (for the most part,) but i do have ideas for classes. that’s what i’ll be getting into here.

nadja is a wild magic sorcerer. she’s also the second least familiar with the game and keeps asking if the enemies are dead after she hits them. she also keeps trying to bribe/threaten guillermo into making the game go more her way. she kills a lot of people

laszlo is a bard. obviously. you know what kind of bard he plays. and he gets VERY into the game and grasps the rules very well. he does feed into nadja and nandor’s rulebreaking antics when coerced, though.

nandor plays the game very similarly to nadja and also keeps killing people. he keeps asking if he’s winning. i’m the least sure about what class he’d play because i can’t shake the idea that he has paladin vibes even though that clearly makes no sense. so he’s a fighter until a better idea comes along. also he understands the rules the least.

the guide is present, she’s having the time of her life. or, unlife, i guess. she’s a druid, and she has no idea what’s happening, really, but she’s just happy to be there. having so much fun. a blast.

colin robinson is the rules lawyer, he makes it very frustrating for everyone at first, but eventually he also gets very into it and has just as much fun as the rest of the vampires while playing, specifically, a sexy orc. don’t ask me why. it came to me like a vision. his character is a rogue. he does a lot to stir up infighting and to torment guillermo.

i wanna say doll nadja is there as well but i haven’t given her too much thought yet. she also seems like a druid so idk. i guess a balanced party isn’t required. sure. there 2 druids. she plays her druid very differently from the guide, though.

it’s sheer chaos, they play all night and well into the day, guillermo all but forgets what he was trying to distract them all from, but they do somehow manage to have a fun and successful adventure. no idea where in the show this would take place. sometime around season 3, maybe? not sure.

again, suggestions welcome. hell, if you think i’m super wrong about something, tell me how things should be. i’m a big fan of collaborative creativity.

#wwdits #what we do in the shadows #wwdits show #dnd #things i said

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mrsbsmooth · 1 year

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Scripts - S7 - Episode 3 (Part 1 of 2)

Uma fail, bedtime boy time

NARRATOR: Welcome back to Love Island…

NARRATOR: Where Uma might be about to leave an UMA-mi taste in {0}'s mouth.

NARRATOR: It means bitter, no need to look it up.

NARRATOR: Ok, so it means savoury but I needed my pun to work.

NARRATOR: Bear with me, I’m getting into the swing of things. Back to the Casa Amor-action!

NARRATOR: Who was your E2_FAV? (I think this failed lol)

Rafael

Alex

Bryson

Joyo

{0} looks from Uma, to you, then back to Uma with one eyebrow raised.

Uma smiles expectantly, waiting…

UMA_HAPPY: Well? What do you say?

UMA_IDLE: I haven’t got all night.

UMA_FLIRTY: But <i>we</i> could have all night, if you say yes.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Seriously, Uma?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Um. Uma.

UMA_HAPPY: Yah?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: It’s just that…

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Well, you see the thing is…

UMA_IDLE: Gosh, boy. Spit it out!

{0}_IDLE: I’m sort of talking to {1}.

UMA_IDLE: I can see that.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Erm, the implication is that we’re hitting it off and so…

{0}_HAPPY: Oh, I’m feeling pretty popular right now.

{0}_FLIRTY: They say three’s a crowd.

{0}_FLIRTY: But not in bed, right?

UMA_IDLE: That’s definitely not what I had in mind.

{0}_IDLE: I’m messing.

{0}_IDLE: To be honest, Uma. I’m not sure what the situation is yet.

{0}_HAPPY: Uma!

UMA_IDLE: Bryson!

{0}_FLIRTY: Here I was thinking I was the graft master general…

{0}_HAPPY: When it’s been you all along.

{0}_FLIRTY: Man oh man. I’ve got a rep to uphold.

{0}_IDLE: But yeah, I’m gonna hold off on answering till I know what’s what.

He glances at you.

UMA_EMBARRASSED: Oh.

{0}_IDLE: Ahh, Uma.

UMA_IDLE: That doesn’t sound good.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I’m just not really sure what’s going on yet, ya know?

{0}_IDLE: Plus, I’m thinking I’ll most likely sleep by my lonesome tonight.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: It’s the first night and I’m not sure what Daph will be doing.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: This is awkward. Sorry, I’m bad with awkward situations.

UMA_IDLE: Yeah, I feel like this is a no.

Good answer {0}

PLAYER_HAPPY: That was a good answer, {0}.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: After all, you never know who else might wanna hop in your bed tonight.

{0}_IDLE: That’s a good point.

{0}_FLIRTY: You read my mind.

That was a weak answer {0}

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Kind of a weak answer there, {0}.

PLAYER_IDLE: Especially when you’re over here talking to me.

{0}_IDLE: I’m sorry you feel that way, {1}.

{0}_IDLE: Just don’t wanna hurt anybody’s feelings at this stage.

Your answer could’ve been clearer

PLAYER_IDLE: You could’ve been a bit clearer there, {0}.

PLAYER_IDLE: Feels like you sort of skirted around what you wanted to say.

{0}_IDLE: I get you, {1}.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I just didn’t want to embarrass anyone.

UMA_IDLE: Maybe this is a bit awkward.

{0}_IDLE: I’m gonna leave you two to chat.

{0}_HAPPY: I’ll catch you in a little bit, {1}.

He strolls off with a little wave.

Uma watches him leave, then turns abruptly to face you.

UMA_IDLE: That was all a bit weird, right? Was it me?

You’ve got courage, girl!

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’ve definitely got courage, girl!

UMA_HAPPY: You’ve got to just go for what you want.

UMA_IDLE: I’m glad you’re not annoyed though.

You totally butted into our convo

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Yeah, it was weird. You totally pushed into our convo.

UMA_SURPRISED: Oh what!?

UMA_IDLE: That wasn’t my intention. I didn’t know what you two were chatting about.

UMA_IDLE: I didn’t want to waste any time.

UMA_EMBARRASSED: Sometimes I forget to think before I do things.

Yeah, he’s mine

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Yep, it was weird. He’s clearly mine.

UMA_EMBARRASSED: I didn’t think we were claiming people this early.

UMA_IDLE: I was raised to go for what I want.

UMA_IDLE: I wasn’t trying to tread on your toes.

That was pretty funny actually

PLAYER_HAPPY: It’s all good. That was pretty funny. {0} didn’t know how to react.

PLAYER_HAPPY: His face…

You stifle a giggle.

UMA_HAPPY: He didn’t know how to deal.

UMA_IDLE: I did just get rejected though.

UMA_IDLE: I feel like his eyes are elsewhere.

UMA_IDLE: I need to work on being less clueless in here.

UMA_SERIOUS: Note to self, do not stumble into romantic chats and proposition either party.

PLAYER_IDLE: Very self-aware.

UMA_IDLE: That’s my aim.

UMA_IDLE: I’m gonna go catch up with the rest of the girls.

UMA_IDLE: I’ll see you soon.

As you relax on the daybeds you hear hushed, excited voices drifting over to you from the loungers.

{0}_HAPPY: Yeah, she was on it!

{0}_IDLE: She kinda interrupted my nice little chat with {1}...

Your eyes grow wide, you can’t believe your luck!

You can hear the boys chatting nearby. But they can’t see you.

*Stay and eavesdrop

You smile to yourself sneakily and edge onto the daybed closest to where the boys are gossiping.

Go and catch up with the girls

You ignore the chatter and head up to the dressing room to catch up with the girls.

You casually lean towards the sound of the boys’ conversation.

ALEX_SURPRISED: And how did you handle that, bro?

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: I don’t think I did, if I’m honest.

RAFAEL_IDLE: There was some awkward mumbling on my part.

BRYSON_FLIRTY: You missed an immeasurable opportunity right there.

BRYSON_FLIRTY: Two hot girls, you fumbled man.

JOYO_IDLE: Not true. Some girls like a boy with a little less artificial charm.

BRYSON_IDLE: I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that dig.

BRYSON_FLIRTY: Respect to Uma’s graft game though.

RAFAEL_SURPRISED: And how did you handle that, bro?

ALEX_EMBARRASSED: I don’t think I did, if I’m honest.

ALEX_IDLE: There was some awkward mumbling on my part.

BRYSON_FLIRTY: You missed an immeasurable opportunity right there.

BRYSON_FLIRTY: Two hot girls, you fumbled man.

JOYO_IDLE: Not true. Some girls like a boy with a little less artificial charm.

BRYSON_IDLE: I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that dig.

BRYSON_FLIRTY: Respect to Uma’s graft game though.

RAFAEL_SURPRISED: And how did you handle that, bro?

BRYSON_FLIRTY: First thing’s first, I gave Uma props for her rizz.

BRYSON_IDLE: Then I wasn’t sure what to do. I didn’t wanna commit right there and then.

BRYSON_HAPPY: Especially because I was having such a nice chat with {0}.

ALEX_HAPPY: Wise decision, bud. It’s night one, I’m sure the girls get it.

JOYO_IDLE: Or there’s a chance he turned them both off. Here’s hoping.

BRYSON_IDLE: I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that dig.

RAFAEL_SURPRISED: And how did you handle that, bro?

JOYO_FLIRTY: I cracked a threesome joke.

JOYO_IDLE: In hindsight maybe it wasn’t the time.

JOYO_EMBARRASSED: It’s like the spirit of Bryson overtook my mouth.

BRYSON_IDLE: Wouldn’t that be your lucky day?

JOYO_SERIOUS: Absolutely not.

JOYO_IDLE: Anyway, then I brushed her off a bit.

JOYO_IDLE: I was having such a nice chat with {0}, didn’t want it to end actually.

ALEX_IDLE: You did the right thing bud.

ALEX_IDLE: You don’t want to be forcing anything.

BRYSON_FLIRTY: Respect to Uma’s graft game though.

BRYSON_HAPPY: What are we all thinking RE bedroom tonight?

RAFAEL_IDLE: Ah man. Who knows.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: We got girls back in the villa to consider, remember?

JOYO_FLIRTY: Yet here we are, in Casa Amor.

JOYO_FLIRTY: The girls are breathtaking, the slate is clean.

ALEX_HAPPY: You make a good point.

ALEX_FLIRTY: I’d love a good long cuddle, you know?

ALEX_FLIRTY: One with a spark and potential you know? I don’t have that with Estelle.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: That’s cute and all…

RAFAEL_IDLE: But whoever you share a bed with needs to know the truth…

ALEX_IDLE: I can see where this is going.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: You’re a duvet hogger. I see you at 2am, all wrapped up like a burrito.

ALEX_HAPPY: Heard, but be real, it’s nowhere near as bad as Bryson’s sleep talking.

BRYSON_HAPPY: One time! One time I talk about my trainers in my sleep.

JOYO_IDLE: We really should warn anyone that shares with you though.

JOYO_FLIRTY: That they’re second best to a pair of, what was it? Sleek and sultry kicks.

ALEX_HAPPY: Yikes.

BRYSON_FLIRTY: I’m playing it by ear in terms of bedroom antics.

BRYSON_HAPPY: Bit of chat, lots of eye contact, then I’ll see what goes down.

JOYO_HAPPY: If we connect better with a girl in here, it can’t be helped.

JOYO_FLIRTY: None of us are exclusive.

ALEX_IDLE: True, I want the chance to really fall for a girl.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: Me and Daphne felt like we were falling.

ALEX_IDLE: If that’s how you feel, we’ll all respect that 100%.

BRYSON_FLIRTY: Buuuuut, the girls in here though.

BRYSON_HAPPY: We should be feeling blessed.

JOYO_HAPPY: So we’ve already established Uma’s making moves, we respect that.

JOYO_FLIRTY: What we saying about Summer?

ALEX_HAPPY: Gorgeous girl for sure.

ALEX_IDLE: But I’m feeling like she’s not marriage material. Not for me anyway.

BRYSON_FLIRTY: She’s one to watch.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Bonnie is awesome. A little ray of sunlight.

ALEX_HAPPY: She’s a gem.

BRYSON_HAPPY: She’d be great in the main villa.

JOYO_HAPPY: She’s authentic. Gotta rate that.

BRYSON_IDLE: And {0}?

You lean even closer, straining to hear all the details. The boys have paused, they’re exchanging little glances.

Joyo lets out a long low whistle.

JOYO_FLIRTY: The girl is dynamite.

ALEX_HAPPY: She’s really shaken things up for me.

ALEX_FLIRTY: She’s beautiful and intriguing.

ALEX_IDLE: I definitely want to get to know her properly.

ALEX_HAPPY: I want to work her out.

JOYO_IDLE: What do you mean?

ALEX_FLIRTY: Just that I can already tell she’s got levels to her.

ALEX_FLIRTY: Not sure what they are yet, but I’m intrigued for sure.

BRYSON_FLIRTY: I definitely want to amp up the flirting with her. See if she’s into it.

BRYSON_FLIRTY: It’s impossible to ignore a girl that looks like her.

JOYO_IDLE: Like I said, she’s hotter than the sun. I’d like to know what makes her tick.

JOYO_IDLE: But I’m committed to playing it cool.

JOYO_IDLE: Keeping my head, exploring my options.

JOYO_FLIRTY: Nothing too hasty.

BRYSON_SERIOUS: Not feeling too serious about Geri then?

JOYO_SERIOUS: It was still early days for me and Geri. She’s cool and all.

JOYO_IDLE: But super early days as we weren’t exactly like Raf and Daph.

BRYSON_FLIRTY: Yeah, what about you, Rafael?

BRYSON_FLIRTY: I peeped you with the love heart eyes when you saw her.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: Well sure, she’s pretty.

ALEX_HAPPY: Go on?

RAFAEL_IDLE: If I’m being fully honest she has turned my head a little bit.

JOYO_FLIRTY: Are we talking quarter turn? Half turn?

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: Too early to say.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Let’s just say she’s making me rethink my lonely sleeping arrangements.

ALEX_SURPRISED: Woah!

BRYSON_FLIRTY: That’s more than a half turn! You’re gonna give me whiplash.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: I’m still thinking on it. I don’t want to do anything I’ll regret.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: Daph’s been my day one in here and I respect her. And what we have.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: But there is something about {0}.

ALEX_IDLE: I hear you.

ALEX_HAPPY: We should head up though, see what the girls are feeling.

BRYSON_FLIRTY: Yeah, Joyo still has to do his 8-step skincare routine.

JOYO_IDLE: 5, it’s 5 steps.

You hear footsteps heading towards you from across the grass.

Leaping up you dash stealthily away, keeping low to the ground.

You stroll into the dressing room to find the girls sitting at the mirrors taking their makeup off.

They’re all in their hottest sleepwear ready for the night ahead.

Summer is rifling through one of the closets intensely.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Oh hey there, {0}.

BONNIE_IDLE: You just missed the chaos.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What chaos?

BONNIE_FLIRTY: You wanna tell her, Uma?

UMA_SAD: I forgot to pack my bunny slippers.

UMA_IDLE: My feet feel weird without them.

Summer pauses her closet pursuit to look at Uma quizzically.

SUMMER_IDLE: When you say bunny slippers do you mean like bunny print or…?

UMA_IDLE: Nah, I mean the whole hog.

UMA_HAPPY: Like you’re putting your feet into the little bunny bodies.

UMA_HAPPY: And their heads are at your toes.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Wow.

SUMMER_EMBARRASSED: Yeesh.

SUMMER_FLIRTY: I’m all for self-expression…

SUMMER_FLIRTY: But maybe it’s a good thing you left those behind.

SUMMER_IDLE: They don’t exactly sound sexy.

UMA_FLIRTY: Ah, but I can make anything sexy. The things those bunny slippers have seen…

SUMMER_FLIRTY: I stand corrected.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Love that for you.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Brings a whole new meaning to the phrase at it like rabbits.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Oh ew.

BONNIE_IDLE: But yeah, it’s been chaotic in here.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Summer has changed her outfit about 40 times.

SUMMER_SERIOUS: I want to be giving sensual goddess. Why didn’t I pack my sexier undies?

BONNIE_EMBARRASSED: Ok, but wearing small undies to bed is a no-go.

SUMMER_HAPPY: Fine, I’ll wear no underwear at all!

UMA_IDLE: You go girl.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Speaking of, what are you gonna wear, {0}?

SUMMER_FLIRTY: The theme is, dress to impress. First impressions are everything.

You head over to the closet.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m fully feeling this look.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Yes! That’s the one. Pure spice.

SUMMER_SURPRISED: Oh noooooo, you’re gonna outshine me.

Summer dives back into the closet and starts rifling through furiously again.

UMA_FLIRTY: Look at you.

UMA_HAPPY: I feel sorry for the main villa girls tonight.

PLAYER_IDLE: I think this is good.

BONNIE_SURPRISED: You sure? First night vibes, remember.

UMA_IDLE: We’re going for the collective slay. Need you on the team, {0}.

SUMMER_IDLE: Though at least you won’t outshine me.

Let me look again

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m fully feeling this look.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Yes! That’s the one. Pure spice.

SUMMER_SURPRISED: Oh noooooo, you’re gonna outshine me.

Summer dives back into the closet and starts rifling through furiously again.

UMA_FLIRTY: Look at you.

UMA_HAPPY: I feel sorry for the main villa girls tonight.

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m really fine in this.

SUMMER_IDLE: At least you’ll have a good night’s sleep.

I like what I’m wearing

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m genuinely good in this.

SUMMER_IDLE: At least you’ll have a good night’s sleep.

BONNIE_HAPPY: So we’re pretty much all ready.

UMA_IDLE: Are we talking bed plans yet?

SUMMER_HAPPY: Yeah you gotta rethink after {0} pied you off.

UMA_SAD: Oi. Fair point.

UMA_IDLE: Where did you go after that whole situation though, {0}?

UMA_IDLE: You took a while to come join us.

Spill about the boys

PLAYER_HAPPY: Ok, girls, you ready? Pull in.

BONNIE_SURPRISED: Ooooh, are we about to receive some gossip?

The girls crowd around you, eyes lit up with excitement.

SUMMER_HAPPY: Open and ready.

UMA_HAPPY: It’s tell-all time.

PLAYER_IDLE: So I was just chilling on the daybeds, right?

UMA_IDLE: Uh huh.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: When the wind just happened to blow the boys’ secret chat down towards me.

SUMMER_SURPRISED: Oh yeah!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Of course, I couldn’t exactly not listen.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Of course, of course, would be rude to the wind!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Exactly.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I heard a few little details that I thought I could share…

SUMMER_EMBARRASSED: Spill already.

UMA_HAPPY: Got us hanging on your every word.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: And not just because you’re pretty.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: They all respect your graft, Uma.

UMA_IDLE: As they should.

PLAYER_IDLE: They think you’re hot, Summer.

SUMMER_FLIRTY: Well duhhhh.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Bonnie, they think you’re an absolute gem.

BONNIE_HAPPY: D’aaaaaaw. That’s all I can ask for really.

Keep schtum

PLAYER_IDLE: Oh erm, I was relaxing. Self-care nap on the daybeds.

SUMMER_IDLE: Good plan, you won’t be getting any sleep tonight!

BONNIE_EMBARRASSED: I hope that’s not the case.

BONNIE_IDLE: I get very grouchy running on no sleep.

SUMMER_SURPRISED: I can hear the boys in the bedroom!

UMA_IDLE: So loud.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: I think I just heard a thud.

SUMMER_FLIRTY: That was just one of them, or all of them, falling for me.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Gimme your confidence, Summer.

SUMMER_FLIRTY: Any day.

Bonnie pulls you to the side as Summer and Uma giggle amongst themselves and douse themselves in perfume.

BONNIE_IDLE: Summer is definitely scoping out {0}, {1}.

BONNIE_IDLE: I know you two were getting on really well.

BONNIE_IDLE: Who are you planning to share with tonight though?

Alex

PLAYER_IDLE: Gotta be Alex for me.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Makes perfect sense.

PLAYER_HAPPY: He’s really piqued my interest.

BONNIE_IDLE: Oooh interesting. You changed your mind.

PLAYER_IDLE: I have. He’s just really piqued my interest.

Bryson

PLAYER_IDLE: Gotta be Bryson for me.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Makes perfect sense.

PLAYER_HAPPY: He’s really piqued my interest.

BONNIE_IDLE: Oooh interesting. You changed your mind.

PLAYER_IDLE: I have. He’s just really piqued my interest.

Joyo

PLAYER_IDLE: Gotta be Joyo for me.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Makes perfect sense.

PLAYER_HAPPY: He’s really piqued my interest.

BONNIE_IDLE: Oooh interesting. You changed your mind.

PLAYER_IDLE: I have. He’s just really piqued my interest.

Rafael

PLAYER_IDLE: Gotta be Rafael for me.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Makes perfect sense.

PLAYER_HAPPY: He’s really piqued my interest.

BONNIE_IDLE: Oooh interesting. You changed your mind.

PLAYER_IDLE: I have. He’s just really piqued my interest.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Although…

PLAYER_IDLE: Although what?

BONNIE_FLIRTY: You don’t necessarily have to share a bed with a boy.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Just sayin’

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’ll keep that in mind.

UMA_IDLE: Terrace? To finish our chat?

SUMMER_HAPPY: Let’s do it.

BONNIE_IDLE: Coming, {0}?

PLAYER_IDLE: Definitely, I’ll catch up to you. Just wanna finish getting ready.

The girls bustle out of the dressing room and leave you to quickly make your adjustments in peace.

You check yourself over in the mirror and head out through the bedroom to the terrace.

You sashay out into the bedroom. Bryson and Rafael are bouncing enthusiastically on one of the beds. Alex is waving them down.

Joyo is lying flat on the floor with his hands tucked under his head like a pillow.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What the?

BRYSON_HAPPY: Busteddddd.

ALEX_HAPPY: You might not believe this…

ALEX_HAPPY: But we were behaving relatively normal when the other girls came through.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Then me and ol’ Bryson here thought we’d check out bounceability.

ALEX_FLIRTY: I’m being the sensible one, I foresee somebody getting hurt otherwise.

PLAYER_IDLE: I thought I heard a thudding sound before?

BRYSON_FLIRTY: That was me! Falling for you.

Cute, do it again

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Cute. Go on then, do it again.

BRYSON_FLIRTY: It would be all too easy, just a little more vigorous bouncing…

RAFAEL_SURPRISED: Ew, man.

BRYSON_HAPPY: Accidental double entendres are the best.

BRYSON_IDLE: Seriously though, I’m gonna fall.

Summer already made that joke

PLAYER_IDLE: Summer beat you to that line already I’m afraid.

BRYSON_HAPPY: Oh damn. First Uma, now Summer. They’re draining my rizz force.

JOYO_IDLE: Remind me to thank them both.

I hope not

PLAYER_IDLE: I really hope not.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: Ooooof, bro.

BRYSON_EMBARRASSED: I blame Uma. She’s draining my rizz force, she’s more powerful than I!

JOYO_FLIRTY: I’m trying not to smirk down here.

JOYO_IDLE: You look breathtaking by the way, {0}.

BRYSON_FLIRTY: I second that.

ALEX_FLIRTY: You’re beautiful. Glowing I’d say.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: You are shining, and not in a sweaty way.

ALEX_HAPPY: Unfortunately for you, {0}, you’ve unknowingly entered…

ALEX_FLIRTY: Bedtime boy time.

My lucky day

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Well then, it’s my lucky day.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I get to be the centre of attention for a couple of secs.

ALEX_FLIRTY: You could be the centre of attention anywhere.

BRYSON_FLIRTY: Yeah, you just walk into a room and POW! All eyes on you.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: If anything, it’s our lucky day that you’ve joined us.

RAFAEL_IDLE: I should get off the bed though.

He leaps down. Bryson sits beside him.

I’ll embrace the chaos

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m embracing the chaos of bedtime boy time.

ALEX_HAPPY: That’s a win right there.

PLAYER_IDLE: Why are you lying on the floor though, Joyo?

JOYO_FLIRTY: Why not?

JOYO_IDLE: I just felt like it.

BRYSON_HAPPY: No rhyme nor reason for bedtime boy time antics.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: We just do whatever comes into our heads.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m all for it.

Am I intruding?

PLAYER_IDLE: Am I intruding, I can go? I’m heading up to join the girls anyway.

ALEX_HAPPY: Not what I meant at all. We’re honoured to give you a window into the chaos.

ALEX_HAPPY: I’m sure bedtime girl time is just as chaotic.

PLAYER_HAPPY: That’s true.

BRYSON_HAPPY: Yah, please stay awhile, pretty lady.

JOYO_IDLE: That’ll make her leave.

BRYSON_FLIRTY: Joyo, you are what is commonly referred to as a spoilsport.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Where’d you get that word from? 1786?

BRYSON_FLIRTY: Exactly, in my Regency era.

JOYO_IDLE: Oh man, go back to history class. That came a bit later.

ALEX_HAPPY: Although hopefully you won’t view us as walking icks after this experience.

BRYSON_HAPPY: She could never!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Whilst I’m here then, gimme some tips. Some more icks and non-icks?

ALEX_HAPPY: You taking notes?

Maybe…

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Maybe I am… What’s it to you?

ALEX_FLIRTY: Get her some paper, boys.

BRYSON_FLIRTY: You can write on my arm, that way you can recap when we’re in bed later.

JOYO_IDLE: Ok, even I’ll admit that was a good one.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: The game is back.

You flatter yourself

PLAYER_IDLE: You flatter yourselves. I’m just nosy.

ALEX_FLIRTY: If you say so.

BRYSON_HAPPY: She’s gonna tell the other girls!

JOYO_IDLE: So what if she does?

RAFAEL_HAPPY: I’ll tell you, {0}.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: I find it really cute when girls blow kisses.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Awww.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: I get icked out by girls being on their phones too much.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: I want a girl to be present and in the moment with me, you know?

BRYSON_SURPRISED: But how will she capture that content for you?!

RAFAEL_HAPPY: I don’t need her to.

BRYSON_IDLE: Kudos dude.

BRYSON_HAPPY: It’s part of my job to be chronically online, but even I like to take breaks.

BRYSON_IDLE: For an ick I’d say…

BRYSON_EMBARRASSED: Belly button fluff.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Oddly specific.

BRYSON_EMBARRASSED: Yeah, don’t ask.

BRYSON_FLIRTY: For my turn on I think I’ll say…

BRYSON_HAPPY: Oooh, you know when a girl jumps into her boy’s arms, like at the end of a movie?

BRYSON_HAPPY: I like that sappy rom com stuff.

JOYO_IDLE: Interesting. I’m not averse to a good rom com myself.

JOYO_FLIRTY: I like it when girls whisper in my ear.

JOYO_FLIRTY: Takes me by surprise.

JOYO_IDLE: I’m not a fan of open mouth chewing though…

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Ew.

ALEX_IDLE: That’s an important one.

ALEX_FLIRTY: For me, I’m really into when a girl puts her hands on my chest.

ALEX_FLIRTY: Like just casually whilst she’s talking to me.

ALEX_HAPPY: Feels so naturally intimate.

ALEX_IDLE: And my ick? My ick would be a girl that doesn’t like animals or kids.

ALEX_IDLE: Both of those things are a big part of my life.

PLAYER_IDLE: That makes sense.

{0}_IDLE: Oh wait, I’ve just thought of some more important ones.

He holds eye contact with you, studying your face with a smile.

{0}_FLIRTY: I get goosebumps when a girl strokes my hair.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: And how could I forget the ultimate ick…

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What is it?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: When girls use the dreaded cringe nicknames.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Like what?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I was called Boo Boo once. Ugh.

All of the boys shudder in agreement.

ALEX_HAPPY: Were these the kinds of things you wanted to hear, {0}?

They were very… helpful

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Absolutely. They were very… helpful.

BRYSON_FLIRTY: Nooooooo! We’ve given her too much power.

JOYO_FLIRTY: Power in the right hands can be very attractive.

ALEX_FLIRTY: I trust her.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: Don’t go all supervillain on us.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I won’t.

Along the right lines

PLAYER_IDLE: Those were definitely along the right lines.

BRYSON_HAPPY: She knows too much.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Naaaah, our answers were pretty tame, weren’t they?

ALEX_IDLE: You have got an advantage now, {0}.

JOYO_IDLE: With great power comes great responsibility.

I’m not saying

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m saying nothing.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Maybe they were, maybe they weren’t.

ALEX_IDLE: Maybe you’ll remember them?

BRYSON_IDLE: Maybe you won’t?

PLAYER_IDLE: Exactly.

JOYO_IDLE: Mysterious… Dangerous.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: Should we be worried?

PLAYER_IDLE: My lips are sealed.

PLAYER_IDLE: I’ll see you boys again in a minute.

PLAYER_HAPPY: It’s terrace time for me.

ALEX_FLIRTY: Good timing.

BRYSON_FLIRTY: Yeah, there are some parts of bedtime boy time you do not want to be privy to.

JOYO_SERIOUS: If you mention my skincare routine again…

BRYSON_HAPPY: You brought it up!

RAFAEL_HAPPY: In a bit, {0}.

You give the boys a wave as you hurry up to the terrace.

On the terrace, the girls sit waiting for you with straight postures and legs folded.

UMA_IDLE: Finally.

UMA_HAPPY: We didn’t want to start without you.

SUMMER_FLIRTY: We’re supposed to be bringing big business energy.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Because we mean business.

SUMMER_IDLE: Business casual of course. Though I’m sure I could rock a full suit.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Business casual in your PJs?

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Um, yuh. The terrace is our boardroom.

BONNIE_IDLE: And our first order of business is sleeping arrangements.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Looks like you girls have been getting your graft on!

BONNIE_HAPPY: Summer taking boys to the terrace already.

BONNIE_EMBARRASSED: Uma propositioning boys while they’re mid-chat with {0}.

BONNIE_IDLE: So much for this moving slow business.

UMA_FLIRTY: I never said I’d be moving slow.

SUMMER_FLIRTY: I know I did, but I guess I changed my mind.

SUMMER_FLIRTY: The boys are so hot, this place is so intoxicating.

SUMMER_EMBARRASSED: And I just don’t wanna get left behind, you know?

SUMMER_IDLE: I feel like I’m supposed to be here and I want to make the most of it.

UMA_IDLE: You’re not the only one going full steam ahead to graft city.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Graft city? Graft city central? Graftopia?

UMA_FLIRTY: Exactly…

PLAYER_IDLE: Hmmmmmm.

Uma turns to you sheepishly.

UMA_EMBARRASSED: Though I did want to say that the bed request with {0} was not it.

UMA_EMBARRASSED: I really should’ve read the room.

UMA_IDLE: I am pretty bad at that sometimes.

It’s really no biggie

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s honestly no biggie.

PLAYER_HAPPY: None of the boys are mine…

You grin and raise your eyebrows at her.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Yet.

UMA_HAPPY: Noted, {0}.

UMA_HAPPY: Glad we’re good.

UMA_HAPPY: I want to come away from here with some girl friends too.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Oh heck yeah.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Or a girlfriend. Maybe.

She holds your gaze.

UMA_HAPPY: That would be cuuuute.

Yeah I keep thinking about it

PLAYER_IDLE: Yeah, I keep thinking about it actually.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Not cool.

UMA_EMBARRASSED: Absolutely not.

UMA_IDLE: You two were clicking in that moment.

UMA_EMBARRASSED: Totally my bad.

Just don’t do it again

PLAYER_IDLE: Uma, just don’t do it again. I was mid chat.

UMA_IDLE: Noted. My girl code was lacking in that moment.

UMA_IDLE: I should’ve waited till you two had finished chatting.

UMA_IDLE: Then I probably should’ve pulled you first.

SUMMER_HAPPY: You don’t own {0} though, {1}.

UMA_IDLE: Yeah, but in this sort of situation it’s just decency.

SUMMER_IDLE: I suppose that’s true.

BONNIE_IDLE: Ok, now we’ve cleared everything up. Let’s talk bedtime strategies.

UMA_IDLE: I feel like it would be useful to say which boys we’re planning to focus on.

UMA_IDLE: I like Alex.

UMA_IDLE: He’s solid and dependable.

SUMMER_FLIRTY: Ah yes, and they say romance is dead.

UMA_IDLE: You know what I mean.

UMA_HAPPY: He’s a sexy guy, but he’s not a player. That is rare.

UMA_IDLE: I like Bryson.

UMA_IDLE: He’s exciting and very different to me.

SUMMER_IDLE: Well they do say opposites attract.

PLAYER_IDLE: What about you, Bonnie?

BONNIE_HAPPY: Joyo has interesting energy.

PLAYER_IDLE: Oh yeah?

BONNIE_FLIRTY: I can’t quite figure him out. I like that.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Bryson’s got something.

PLAYER_IDLE: Ya think?

BONNIE_HAPPY: I think me and him would spend a lot of time laughing.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: But…

PLAYER_IDLE: But what?

BONNIE_FLIRTY: If I’m being real, I’d like to be getting to know you too.

UMA_IDLE: Who are you feeling, Summer?

SUMMER_FLIRTY: Well.

SUMMER_HAPPY: Now that you mention it.

SUMMER_FLIRTY: Alex is total marriage material. I’d chop wood with him anyday.

SUMMER_FLIRTY: But then again, Bryson’s got that cheeky charm that I crave.

SUMMER_FLIRTY: Joyo? Now there’s a mystery I’d love to solve.

SUMMER_FLIRTY: And Rafael? I love the idea of turning his cute little head.

UMA_EMBARRASSED: Summer… That is not a straight answer.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: You’re playing with us.

SUMMER_FLIRTY: Yup. I guess I just haven’t picked yet.

SUMMER_IDLE: Wanna make the right choice.

SUMMER_FLIRTY: Though {0} is looking particularly delicious tonight.

SUMMER_HAPPY: Whoever I share with is gonna get my best and most flirtatious side.

SUMMER_FLIRTY: Lucky boy.

*Sabotage Summer with {0}’s ick

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You know what, Summer?

SUMMER_HAPPY: What?

PLAYER_HAPPY: I heard that {0} is a sucker for cutesy girls.

PLAYER_IDLE: So maybe he’s your type.

SUMMER_HAPPY: Oooh, what do you mean? Elaborate!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Oh, I don’t know. I’m guessing stuff like fluttering eyelashes, cutesy nicknames…

SUMMER_FLIRTY: Like what?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Oh I dunno, something like Boo Boo.

SUMMER_HAPPY: I love that!

SUMMER_FLIRTY: Nice. I can nail that. Thanks, {0}.

SUMMER_HAPPY: Gonna try that later on.

Ignore Summer

PLAYER_IDLE: Did you hear something, Bonnie?

PLAYER_IDLE: Sounded like a fly buzzing in my ear!

SUMMER_IDLE: You’re sooooooo funny, {0}.

SUMMER_FLIRTY: I’ll just keep buzzing.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Nobody’s doubting that, gal.

UMA_IDLE: What’s your plan then, {0}?

Uma, I’m joining you in graft city

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Uma, is there room on the train to graft city?

UMA_FLIRTY: All aboard. First class for you.

UMA_HAPPY: Wait, this isn’t cool girl chat! What’s happening to us?

UMA_HAPPY: Must be the Casa Amor air.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’m not complaining.

UMA_FLIRTY: Me either.

I’m not saying

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m not saying a thing.

SUMMER_FLIRTY: She doesn’t want us to steal her ideas.

BONNIE_HAPPY: I don’t blame you, {0}.

UMA_IDLE: I’ll just have to watch you for tips.

UMA_EMBARRASSED: That sounded creepy.

UMA_IDLE: I’ll try not to watch you. Oh dear.

I'm gonna be coy

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’ll be keeping it coy.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: In an alluring type of way.

SUMMER_FLIRTY: Stealing that.

SUMMER_HAPPY: Joking!

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Are you?

UMA_IDLE: She’s not.

UMA_HAPPY: That’s a good gameplan, {0}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks, I thought so.

I’m playing it so cool

PLAYER_IDLE: I’ll be playing it so cool.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Cooler than Joyo.

SUMMER_FLIRTY: Charm them with your icy powers.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: I like it.

UMA_IDLE: But don’t ice ‘em out.

UMA_IDLE: It’s all gone kinda quiet in there, you know?

BONNIE_HAPPY: I reckon they’re ready for us.

SUMMER_FLIRTY: See ya later, suckers.

SUMMER_HAPPY: Love you all though.

She charges off to be the first in the bedroom.

UMA_HAPPY: She’s on it tonight. I respect it.

UMA_IDLE: Shall we go, girls?

PLAYER_IDLE: Yeah, let’s go!

You enter the bedroom with Uma and Bonnie at your side.

Summer and the boys are crowded in the middle of the room.

BRYSON_HAPPY: Girls! Summer was just saying that we should push all the beds together.

BRYSON_FLIRTY: For one big sleepover!

SUMMER_IDLE: I certainly wasn’t.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Ooooh, how about you push them all together for us, Bryson?

BONNIE_HAPPY: Then the girls will use the monster bed, and you boys can share the floor.

ALEX_HAPPY: She got you, my man.

JOYO_IDLE: I like the floor.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Can confirm.

SUMMER_HAPPY: Enough idle chit-chat.

Summer grins confidently at you before focusing on {0}.

She looks directly into his eyes.

SUMMER_FLIRTY: We were talking about sleeping arrangements outside.

SUMMER_FLIRTY: It got me thinking about sharing a bed with you.

{0}_SURPRISED: Really?

SUMMER_FLIRTY: How about it, Boo Boo.

{0} slowly backs away from her.

Summer looks confused until comprehension dawns on her face.

She gives you a sassy stare.

SUMMER_FLIRTY: Sorry, {0}. I was just having a funny few minutes.

{0}_IDLE: This is all very odd.

UMA_IDLE: Let’s make some decisions, people.

BRYSON_HAPPY: Yes, yes, yes!

BRYSON_FLIRTY: I’m ready to, erm sleep. Or ya know, not sleep.

UMA_IDLE: {0}, who do you wanna share with?

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bvannn · 4 months

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Weekly Update May 24, 2024

I tried being productive this week, and got some things done but not as much as I would’ve liked. I’m still super tired and work starts next week, but I’m hoping things will get better. Some personal things may come up so I might also be in a bad mood or busy helping family next week, but there’s also a chance we get a pet. I’m hoping I can convince my mom for a dog, since I don’t care for cats, but a cat is more likely. Anyway art stuff.

I didn’t make straightforward progress on the OEB video but I did some stuff. I redid boards for the first chorus twice, ran it past a friend for peer review. Friend has also offered to help with boards, and I gave him a general description of what I wanted, but I’m not going to hold him to it since I don’t currently have a way of repaying him. It’s more of a fun thing for him to do if he wants, and if he does it helps me, but if he doesn’t then I’ll still get it done on my own. I did write up what I want the boards to look like through the second chorus, and I got started on building the puppet of the main character. I don’t expect full puppets for all the characters, but I think the main at least makes sense, since there’s a good chance I’ll reuse him in other animations, or at least I can reuse his parts. Also looked into a certain feature of adobe’s and i should be able to skip the entire sketch line step I was doing before, and just do it in the program, which will be a great way to save time while still giving it that sketchy lineart style I love so much.

Comic: pitch comic is officially 20% done, and I figured out how to get Microsoft word back on my computer so I can get to writing the next stuff. I got about half an outline for an episode 2 of O’Malley, and I’m starting structuring Backstage’s overall plot, since time is a much more important factor there. I’m not sure if I still have the outline I did for episode 3 of O’Malley or not, but I remember the general chorus of events so I can redo it if I don’t. Sorry I don’t have much to say on the current comic other than I just need to keep working on it. Which I will, I’ll try to get page 7 sketched tomorrow. That’s Anastasia’s introduction, so hopefully I’ll be able to post something from it.

Music: I got impulsive and outlined another song. And started throwing instrumentals together. I’ll abbreviate it as RR, it’s an original, vocal, not sure what voice to use but it’s fine. I’m going to try for getting the lyrics done before writing the melody this time, shouldn’t be too bad as long as I have time and motivation. I’m still going to aim to finish up lyrics for BATB first, but those are slow because I keep second guessing myself about it. I started another draft of the first verse last night, I’ll try to get that done tonight if I have time.

I’m trying to get one general drawing done a night, but I’m falling behind. Right now I’m watching a movie with my mom since she’s had a rough day (Beetlejuice is still a good movie btw, better than the cartoon) but I’m hoping I’ll have time to get another one done once the movie is over. I did get an account on that sheezy.art site through luck, haven’t had enough time to tell whether it’s worth the exclusivity yet. Also heard about a site called unvale, haven’t poked it at all yet, maybe I’ll do that soon. Anyway point is I’m trying to get more general drawings done on days I have free. Those are going to be more sparse with work but I’ll try to still get some done on the weekends.

All things considered I did a bunch this week but it isn’t a lot that I can really show. I’m still trying. In the next few weeks I’ll finish up some more general drawings and try to get on redoing some of the Artfight refs that need it. I’ll definitely have more to show during July because I want to go ham with that, although again time will be a bit constrictive. This next month I’m going to try finishing up some projects I want to get done before then, but I’ll try to see how much of that I can multitask with other big projects. It’ll be fine!

#weekly update

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cazzle-dazzle · 9 months

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Y’know, I realize I’ve been overthinking this whole fandom & being on social media thing.

Lately, I’ve been bouncing between a lot of short-living hyperfixations and I started to get stressed over it. When I was younger, I’d only have a few, long-lasting interests but as I grew up and had more access to media, I got way more interests and spent less time with them

As someone who’s been thriving on the consistency of having an interest last multiple months to a couple years, the recent constant jumping between fandoms has been getting overwhelming. I’ll get really interested in a thing, want to dive headfirst into everything about it, then not two weeks later I’ve moved on.

The problem’s made worse by that fact that I don’t stop liking the previous interest. I had some love for this thing but it didn’t go away when I found a new thing! So now I feel bad about neglecting the first thing, while also being really occupied with the new thing. I want to just put a pin in the earlier fixation so I can come back to it and all the love I left with it.

But then there’s the fandom aspect. The fandom doesn’t put the interest on pause, they keep up with every little thing about the media so when I come back to it, I’ve fallen behind (and probably got exposed to spoilers, regardless of if I block tags). This gets frustrating after a while and during that time, I’ve just been adding and putting pins in more and more medias and I feel so far behind on everything that I’m not really enjoying any of them.

I guess tonight I kinda snapped and realized I really need to chill tf out

I’m here for fun. I’m on this hellsite to interact with stuff that makes me happy. This isn’t a class where I need to get a good grade in tumblr blog

So fucking what if I haven’t listened to the most recent episode of dndads. And I need to stop myself from even trying to come up with a justification or explanation as to why I haven’t yet. “Oh I don’t really want to keep listening now that Hermie’s dead” “Oh I’ve just been stressed and don’t have the mental space for that” STFU. STOP IT. YOU DONT NEED A REASON. You haven’t watched it, then you haven’t watched it. And that’s FINE!! There is nothing wrong about that! I can still be a fan of dndads and not be caught up. Hell, I don’t even need to stick with S2 if I really don’t want to. Even though I loved S1, even though I liked the first chunk of S2, even if I want to listen to it again, I don’t need to listen now. It’s ok.

I think about making up a list of the fandoms I’m in, but this kinda thing always prevents me from doing so cuz I just get too overwhelmed. What if I write it down but then move on?

Well fuck it, you can delete it later & update it. It doesn’t matter if I jump around between interests, I’m a content-consuming machine and it’s ok that I’m just snacking on 20 different things instead of sticking to one lasting meal. None of it means I’m not enjoying what I’m currently eating

Rn I’m crunching on the magnus archives, so far I’m almost at the end of season 3. It’s pretty good, I’m having fun listening to it while I play pokemon or Stardew valley, even though I end up tuning out half of the episode stories. I’m mainly here for the overall plot that gets thrown in with the supplementals & stuff.

#not sure how coherent this ended up being I don’t care to proofread #just got kinda fed up with things tonight #I was tempted to leave this in the notes app but I wanted to not keep my thoughts to myself for once #it’s not like I’ve got any followers or mutuals #I’m just gonna speak into my empty ampitheater cuz I’m tired of the quiet #tw vent #inky chats

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 3 years

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If I Fell For You (Part 3) - A Moment

Summary: Jensen is away from home for a few days but isn’t having the easiest time being away from the kids for the first time since the accident. When he returns home, he has a gala to attend on Saturday night but a kiss on the cheek and slip of the tongue will snowball into the reader and Jensen sharing a moment...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 6,100ish

Warnings: language, death of a spouse, death of a parent, anxiety, self-worth problems, referenced past harassment

A/N: I love this part so much for so many reasons. Please enjoy!

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“Hi Jensen,” you asked Monday night when your phone rang. “How was your flight earlier?”

“Same old same old. I just got out of work,” he said with a yawn. “Gonna grab a bite out with a friend. Kids eat dinner okay?”

“We had honey sriracha glazed salmon with brussel sprouts and roasted red potatoes.”

“Really?”

“They had kraft mac and cheese and I had Taco Bell.”

“See this is why I like you,” he chuckled.

“I’ll try the salmon again tomorrow. I was gonna make it but they didn’t have any at the store,” you said, opening the fridge and taking out a pint of ice cream. “Hey can I have what’s left of this mint ice cream?”

“Sure. Pick some more up for me sometime before friday please,” he said. “Also, Taco Bell? You do realize we live in freaking Austin right. There are literally hundreds of places you can go that have better mexican food.”

“Yeah but fake cheese tastes good,” you said. He laughed and your stomach rumbled. “I so should have gotten more than two tacos.”

“You in the kitchen?” he asked. You hummed and you heard him let out an oof in the background.

“Yeah. You alright?”

“This bed in my hotel room is comfy,” he said. “But I was starting to say, go in the drawer at the end of the counter by the table. There’s only five hundred gajillion take out menus in there. Order a treat for yourself. It’s on me.”

“Jensen. I can get my own dinner.”

“True but you’re on call 24/7 until I get back.”

“Well in that case I bet you got a menu for a fancy steakhouse in here somewhere,” you teased as you picked up one for a tex mex looking restaurant. “Does this place really have quesadillas this big?”

“You must be looking at the menu on top. I almost ordered from there last week actually. The food’s great. They do delivery too. Just buzz the guy into the gate when they get there.”

“Any recommendations?” you asked, taking out the menu and flipping it over.

“Quesadillas are good. Loaded nachos are amazing. I’ve literally never had a bad thing from there,” he said. “To be honest I’d rather be getting that than where I’m going tonight.”

“Why’s that?” you asked, reading through your options, surprised to find such good prices.

“I have to wear a suit,” he said with a sigh. “After being poked and prodded all day I literally would rather just eat crap and watch food network.”

“How long have you known this friend of yours?” you asked.

“Twenty years, why?”

“Then you guys knew each other when you were young. It’s not too late out there. Call him, see if he’d rather get some crap food, a six pack and just catch up on his couch or in your room. I’m pretty sure he’s more looking forward to seeing an old friend again than the food,” you said.

“You make very good points. I should pay you more,” he said.

“You pay me plenty and barely let me spend a dime of my money on myself,” you said. “I don’t need more.”

“You got that fancy computer though.”

“You literally have the exact same mac in your office.”

“You moved in like three boxes and two computers,” he said.

“An ipad is not a computer,” you said.

“Debatable.”

“Well I like to draw sometimes and it’s easier on an ipad when you’re laying in bed,” you said.

“Are you any good?” he asked.

“No.”

“I bet they’re really good,” he said as you rolled your eyes. “I see you draw with the kids sometimes and those are good.”

“It’s a hobby is all,” you said, leaning back against the counter, your stomach grumbling again. “Anything else you want me to grab at the store? I’m going to hit it tomorrow while everyone’s at school.”

“Nah. Get the usual stuff,” he said. “The kiddos in bed?”

“Yeah, got the last one down about fifteen minutes ago,” you said. He hummed and you heard the sigh in it. “I got a video of them playing earlier I’ll send you.”

“Thanks. It’s my first night away from them in a long time. Normally I’m able to come back same day. I was kinda hoping they’d still be awake to say goodnight.”

“They’re safe and sound dad. We’ll call again after school tomorrow to talk like today,” you said.

“Yeah,” he breathed out. He was quiet and you pulled the phone away, taking a deep breath.

“You okay?”

“I haven’t been alone like this in a really long time.”

“I know. You check out your backpack yet?”

“No. Why?”

“You didn’t bring a jacket with you so I put that yellow hoodie that’s always on the hook in there in case you got cold.”

“That was Dee’s hoodie.”

“I was pretty sure it was,” you said. You heard him shuffle around briefly before he hummed, much happier that time. “I thought you might like to have a piece of...something-”

“I really don’t pay you enough,” he said quietly. “Thanks for putting this in there. I need something from home more than I realized.”

“Well put it on, call up your buddy and have some fun tonight, Ackles. Nanny’s orders.” He laughed and you felt that twinge in your stomach again, your eyes quickly closing.

“I will. Hey you mind if I call again tomorrow night? I don’t have any plans and sitting in a hotel room by myself isn’t very fun.” You smiled and felt heat in your cheeks, quickly thinking it away. He wanted company for a few minutes was all and you were friends. It was completely normal to talk with friends on the phone everyday.

“Of course. As long as you get a dinner in at some point that’s more than fine with me,” you said. “We can talk about The Bachelor!”

“Oh God no,” he groaned, chuckling after a few seconds. “I’ll settle for Grey’s Anatomy.”

“This Is Us?” you asked.

“Supernatural?”

“I haven’t watched that yet. I’m working up to it,” you said.

“Work faster woman. I only know legit everything about that one,” he chuckled. “But probably not a good idea to watch that one until I get back and you're not alone. First episode is kinda scary.”

“Oh well thanks for that,” you said, watching the clock tick by, knowing it had to be almost seven out there. “I’ll let you go. Have fun tonight Jensen.”

“I will Y/N. Promise.”

Friday Night

“Arrow,” you said after she’d flung her pasta bowl all over herself, covering her hair and face. She sniffled and you forced a smile. “Okay. How about a bath after dinner?”

Fifteen minutes later JJ and Zeppelin were in the movie room watching a cartoon while you had Arrow in the kids bathroom, scooping up some water over her head in the tub.

“Well hello ladies,” you heard behind you. You jumped and spun around, glaring for a moment before you recognized Jensen.

“Just me,” he said, backpack still on his shoulders.

“Daddy I got ziti all over my head,” she said.

“You did?” he asked, dropping his bag and taking off his jacket, kneeling down next to you. You got the last bit of sauce off and squirted some shampoo in her hair, Jensen watching you with a smile. “How was your day?”

She told him all about breakfast and daycare, playing with a few toy boats with him while you rinsed out the soap. You did a bit of conditioner before getting it out as well and putting the spray nozzle back.

“I got the rest if you wanna get the dryer ready?” he asked you, reaching for the soap. You swapped spots with him, Jensen washing her up while she kept talking about her day. By the time he was all done you had the dryer out and plugged in, Jensen picking her up and wrapping her up in a big bundle of towels before he set her on the counter. You went to work drying her hair, Jensen draining the tub and finding some pajamas for her.

“Do you want your hair up or down, sweetie?” you asked. She tried gathering it up and you grabbed her soft scrunchie perfectly fine for sleeping in from the counter. You put her hair up in a soft little bun, Jensen making an adorable sound when he returned.

“Aw, you look so cute, baby. I’ll be right there alright?” he said. She hopped off the counter and got dressed, rushing off downstairs when she was all done. “Survive the day?”

“Somehow we always do,” you said, gathering up the towels. “Kids are in the movie room.”

“Thanks. I’m gonna shower but we’re all good for the night,” he said. “Thanks for watching them this week.”

“You gotta go do your job,” you said. “You working on a movie or something? You never said.”

“Uh gonna be in a show called The Boys,” he said. “I’m gonna be one of the superheroes so I gotta go out and get my suit made all special for me every so often.”

“You’re gonna be a supe! That’s so fucking cool!” you said. He grinned and you blushed, shaking your head. “I’m so sorry. That was so not appropriate.”

“I don’t see any little ears around,” he chuckled. “You like the show then?”

“Yeah. It’s great. Like no other show consistently makes me go what the fuck did I just see. That’s so cool you get to be a supe though. Are you a one off or like a main character?”

“I’ll be very present in the next season. Gonna deal with the seven, all that,” he said. “I’m gonna be Solider Boy.”

“I can see that. You have that all American boy thing about you.”

“It’s my adorable face,” he teased.

“Well remember to not stay up too late. You have the gala tomorrow night remember?”

“Yes mom,” he said as you walked out. “Get the kids some takeout for dinner tomorrow and yourself.”

“Sounds good boss,” you said. “Night Jensen.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

The Next Night

You froze from where you were mixing up some brownie batter with JJ at the kitchen counter as Jensen popped downstairs. He was in a gorgeous black suit, a maroon pocket square and no tie going on, his hair scruffier looking than normal.

He started to laugh and you realized you were staring, your cheeks feeling hot as you went back to stirring.

“Mmm, you guys save me a brownie or two for when I get home?” he asked, leaning over and dipping his finger in the bowl of cream cheese frosting.

“We’ll spare one for dad,” you said, Jensen going back for seconds. “Ah, ah. No.”

He dipped his finger in and got another fingerful, kissing the top of JJ’s head and the twins at the counter.

“Be good for Y/N guys!” he called as he rushed out.

You whistled and he jogged back, catching you holding up his phone from the counter.

“Thank you,” he said, taking it and pecking a kiss on your cheek. You looked up at him and he froze. “I am so sorry. I…”

“It’s okay. Go have fun and be all charitable,” you said. He shoved his phone in his pocket and ran out, JJ scratching her head.

“Dad’s kinda weird sometimes,” she said.

“Yeah, he is. But so is everybody,” you said. “Let’s get this in the oven so you guys can pick out colors for your frosting, hm?”

“I really shouldn’t. But I really should,” you said to yourself, plopping your second brownie of the night in a bowl and sticking a scoop of ice cream on top. You carried it over to the couch and lay back, watching TV on the big screen as you heard the door open. Jensen came into view a minute later, taking his jacket off and groaning as he washed up at the sink. He went to the tray of brownies on the counter and picked one up with a big sigh. “Fun night?”

He jumped and whacked his head against the cabinet above, hissing before he spun around.

“You okay?” you asked. He nodded and left the brownie behind, pushing his sleeves up before taking a seat on the other end of the lounger.

“Y/N I’m really sorry about the kiss on the cheek. That was so inappropriate. You’ve kinda implied that there was some stuff that’s happened to you at other jobs you found over the line and I’m really truly sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I wasn’t...I forgot you’re my employee for a moment. I really am sorry.”

“Jensen if I had a problem with it or you or your behavior I would quit on the spot. I don’t let myself get pushed around anymore. You were happy and busy and you pecked a kiss on my cheek, not reach a hand down my pants. It’s really okay. You’re way too hard on yourself.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Positive. It’s barely ten which means you left as soon as you could. You’re supposed to be out having fun,” you said.

“I was kinda freaking out that you hated me,” he said.

“Dude you gotta relax,�� you said. “Have a brownie and some ice cream.”

He got up and after a minute took a seat at the other end with a bowl of his own, smiling as he got a taste.

“This is fucking awesome,” he said.

“I know,” you said, Jensen smirking. “Do you feel better now silly boy? I promise that if you ever do anything I find inappropriate I will promptly kick you in the balls.”

“I can agree to that,” he said. He ate for a moment, watching the TV and laying back. “Do you ever like, want to go do things with your friends on a Saturday night? If you do that’s totally cool. These aren’t normal hours anyways.”

“Being a nanny eats up a lot of your social life,” you said. “Kinda got kicked out of my friend group after I broke up with my ex anyways.”

“Well they sound like they suck,” he said.

“Yes, they do,” you said. “I don’t mind so much. I meet plenty of new people through work. Only person you can depend on is yourself and I don’t tend to let myself down.”

“That’s a very lonely way to go through life,” he said.

“It’s not easy to make friends in your thirties,” you said. “Maybe for someone like you who travels and meets new people a lot and stuff but you have like, real friendships. You know?”

“Well we have a real friendship, don’t we? You’re friends with Jared and Rob and Ruthie and Rich,” he said. “I don’t trust just anybody with my kids. That’s real.”

“Yeah,” you said, taking a bite. “So when’s your friend free?”

“Hm?”

“Blind date guy. Maybe he could be a friend if things work out,” you said.

“Oh yeah. He uh, he actually got a gig up in Canada so you might need to wait like a month or so. But he’s excited to meet you,” said Jensen.

“Can I have his number?” you asked. “Or do you think that’d be weird?”

“No, not weird. I think he just kinda wants to do it old school if that’s okay. Meet you first and go from there.”

“This friend of yours better be like super hot,” you said.

“If it’s a problem-“

“I can respect him wanting to do things like that. But I’m gonna want a firm date soon,” you said.

“I’ll make sure to get you one,” he said. “I’ll get it down tomorrow, promise.”

“He better not mind me eating like this either. I ain’t a salad on the first date kinda girl. He’s gonna need to keep up with my eating while were at it,” you said. He snorted in his seat beside you and ran his hand over his face.

“I will keep that in mind. I have occasionally had dessert first truth be told,” he said.

“This is why I like you Ackles. You get my sweet tooth,” you laughed.

“It’s a good thing your dinners are healthy cause I swear I haven’t consumed this many baked goods in months,” he said. “The kids love it and my stomach loves it though.”

“I’m gonna need to start working out though if I keep this up. Oh hey is it okay if I do laps in the pool in the mornings? I’ll be super quiet and stuff.”

“You don’t gotta ask,” he smiled. “Like I said when you started, you got free reign to use the pool, the gym, whatever, aside from my room. You a swimmer?”

“Not really but I hate running and supposedly it’s a good workout or something,” you shrugged, eating another bite of brownie.

“Anything in the gym you’re free to use. I know you must get a little bored sometimes when I’m gone and the kids are,” he said.

“Not bored per say. Ordinarily I would do more chores but you have like a cleaner and a landscaper and you just...give me more time in the day than I’m used to is all. It’s actually great though. It gives me plenty of time to come up with ideas for the kids and stuff.”

“Well as long as you’re taking breaks and your lunch do as you please,” he said, his spoon scraping the bottom of his bowl.

“Now that’s just sad.”

“I really should get another one of these,” he said, sucking the spoon.

“It’s really the only choice you have,” you said. He laughed as he hopped up, skirting back into the kitchen and fixing up another brownie and ice cream combo.

“Hey you want more, Dee?” he asked. You popped your head up and he spun around. “I’m-“

“Don't apologize, Jensen,” you said. He tapped his fingers against the counter and took a deep breath, putting his back to you.

“That’s the second time tonight I’ve done that,” he said.

“Jensen. There’s nothing wrong with missing your wife.”

“I’m still sorry.”

“You don’t...talk about her much.”

“It was...she wasn’t…” he trailed off. He sat down on a barstool and you got up, walking over and hopping up on the counter beside him. You set your feet in the stool next to his and paused before you put a hand on top of his head and ran your fingers through the short strands. “This shouldn’t have happened to her.”

“Death is the price for living. Pain’s the price for caring. Doesn’t mean it’s not worth it,” you said. You started to move your hand away when he turned his head.

“Don’t…” he said, easing when you played with it gently again. “That’s always calmed me down since I was a little kid.”

“Someone should take care of you every once in a while you know. Your parents, siblings, friends. Everyone needs a break.”

“I had a lot of help at the beginning. I don’t need a whole day. Just a moment here and there,” he said quietly.

“It’ll be okay, Jensen,” you said. He nodded and you played with his hair a few moments, watching his shoulders ease. This time when you pulled away he smiled up at you. “Better?”

“Yeah. Thank you. That’s not in your job description to do that sort of thing.”

“Well I think your wife would want somebody to watch your back, even for only a minute or two,” you said.

“You don’t have any brain aneurysms I should know about, do you?” he chuckled.

“No. That what happened?” you asked, a single nod coming from him.

“She was sleeping. Not a bad way to go I was told, you’d never even know,” he said. “Not a fun thing to wake up to in the morning though.”

“My dad had a mass at the back of his head. It was that same kind of thing where one second it’s fine and the next everything’s different deal. It was inoperable. Then he goes and dies from a car accident of all things before it got bad. My mom had a hard time with that.”

“You said she had a boyfriend later on right?” he asked.

“Yeah. I know you’ll be okay, Jensen,” you said. You ruffled his hair and he smiled, a soft look on his face. “Pro tip too from someone who’s been there, kids with a single parent turn out just fine.”

“Do they ever wish they had another parent?” he asked.

“They wish the parent they still have around is happy again someday. They won’t understand until they’re older that it’s a different kind of love between parents. But they’ll know it’s a little different and they’ll hope dad feels better too. Your kids are tough. They’ll be okay too.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” he said. You hopped off the counter and washed up your dish, sticking it in the dishwasher before you went to leave for your room. “So I gotta ask. Who takes care of you?”

“Me?” you asked, pointing to yourself. He shrugged and smiled, your gaze going past him. “I’m all good. I don’t need somebody to take care of me.”

“Liar,” he said softly. “You know my friend tells me everybody needs to be taken care of sometimes.”

“That’s the difference between us Jensen. You’re not like me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he scoffed, his face scrunching up suddenly.

“It means you’re not on your own and even if you feel like it, it’s only been a little while. You’ll be okay. I’ve been taking care of myself since I was a kid. I don’t need anyone to take care of me.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it.”

“You haven’t lived my life and I haven’t lived yours. Don’t try to tell me that I’m not capable of-”

“It’s not about what you’re capable of. You said pain is part of life, it’s the price for living. You’ve had more than your fair share-”

“Lots of people have it a lot worse.”

“Don’t compare your pain to someone else's. They haven’t lived your life,” he said. You rolled your eyes and started to walk away, Jensen out of his seat and catching up with you in the hall. “You can be taken care of too you know.”

“By who? My non-existent circle of friends? My crappy ex? My mom’s ex boyfriend who’s got his own wife and kids? I am perfectly fine managing all of this by myself. I’ve been doing it for years.”

“You’re so frustratingly annoying,” he said, running his hand over his face. “Me. I’m talking about me. You just...you took care of me tonight. The least I can do is show you the same compassion.”

“No,” you said.

“No? Why not?”

“Because taking care of me turns into you walking into my shower without my permission and you being a dick and this going away and I don’t want you to be those things so no. We’re getting too friendly. Please leave me alone tomorrow.”

You left him in the hall and went down to your area of the house, shutting the door after you. There was quickly a knock and you growled, ripping it open.

“What?” you snapped at him.

“I am not going to hurt you or be a dick to you or whatever else you think. You need to realize in the real world, not everyone is an asshole.”

“You’re the one not living in the real world then, Jensen. Everybody’s an asshole.”

“Fine. I’m an asshole. But I’m not leaving until you say I can take care of you tomorrow. Two minutes is all I’m asking for.”

“This is my part of the house.”

“And technically I am outside your door,” he said. “Why are you so resistant to somebody doing something nice for you?”

“Because I don’t wanna get used to it,” you said. He stared and you shook your head. “You’re attractive and an actor and kind and funny and it’s not a matter of if you date again but when and when that day comes, we ain’t gonna be sitting on the couch eating ice cream anymore. Please do not invite me to anymore outings as a friend. I’ll attend if required as a nanny but this between us is done.”

“For the record, the only one around here that thinks of you as just the hired help is you. My children are completely like their old selves. I feel more like my old self. You seem happier than when I met you but for some reason, that’s a big problem to you. I do not understand that.”

“Leave or I resign and move out first thing,” you said. He crossed his arms and lifted his chin. “This is my formal resignation then. The company will-”

He moved quickly and you weren’t sure what he was doing at first but soon you realized he was hugging you, your hands resting against his chest. You swallowed and he didn’t move, your forehead resting against him.

“What are you doing?” you breathed out.

“When’s the last time you got a fucking hug?” he asked.

“The kids-”

“Not the kids.”

“I don’t remember,” you said quietly.

“Then you are overdue,” he said. You let yourself reach your arms around him and return the hug, breathing deeply, a small bubble in you rising up. You tried to push it down but it came back harder and you were fighting back tears before you knew it.

He could feel when you lost that battle, hand rubbing up and down your back. There was a soft shushing in the air and after a few minutes you felt better. You lifted your head but didn’t look at him, Jensen squeezing you in his hug again before it eased.

“You know you’re not allowed to quit on me...like ever,” he chuckled. You let out a small laugh, Jensen smiling at you when you forced your head up. He wiped off your cheeks and you let out one last sniffle. “You’re not alone. I promise you’re not. It’s not the quantity of people you have in your life but the quality and I’m sorry but we are friends and there’s nothing you can do about that so I’d just accept it now.”

“I’m sorry I was such a bitch.”

“You were scared, not a bitch,” he said. “I wish I could make you happier is all.”

“I wish I could bring back your wife for you,” you said.

“One of those is a lot more possible than the other,” he said. A small smile crossed his lips before he ducked his head down, shoulders heaving back before his head raised. “Y/N, can I confess something to you? I hope...I hope it doesn’t bother you but if it does, you don’t have to continue working for me. I’d still like to be friends regardless.”

“What’s wrong?” you asked, Jensen looking past you.

“My single friend I was going to set you up with? He doesn’t exist.”

“Oh.”

“Cause he’s kinda me.”

“Oh,” you said, staring at him, a lot of his previous behavior starting to click into place. “That’s…”

“I know,” he said, stepping away and rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s weird and douchey and I’m sorry. I like you and I was trying to see if you would ever go for a 42 year old actor. I left out the widow and kids part but...I’m sorry.”

“When did you like me?” you asked quietly.

“The whole time?” he said, laughing nervously to himself. “It’s kinda snowballed since we met. I never in my life thought I’d like someone again. I didn’t want to like you. I hired you because you were the best candidate and I knew the kids would be in good hands but everyday it’s there, even more, and I know this is so inappropriate on so many levels and I’m really starting to ramble here but you make me think maybe your mom had a point and people are allowed to have...more than one…and sometimes the way you talk to me and treat me and look at me...”

He swallowed as you stepped in front of him, taking a quick breath.

“I will keep working for you and I’ll be your friend...and you can make me dinner tomorrow,” you said with a smile. “We’ll see where it goes from there?”

“You’re not...weirded out?” he asked.

“By your age, you’re my boss or the cheeky lying about a fake friend?” you said.

“All of the above.”

“Age doesn’t bother me. You have no idea how to be a boss, no offense, and the friend...I don’t blame you for wanting to test the waters first,” you said. “But I expect honesty from here on out.”

“Absolutely,” he said.

“Good,” you said.

“You do like me right?” he asked. “Like you don’t feel obligated or-”

“I like you Jensen. Why do you think I was trying to push you away before you got too close? I didn’t want to be hurt.”

“Give me a chance to not,” he said. “We can have dinner and see how it goes from there.”

“Normally the best course of action,” you said.

“But maybe with a few more hugs from now on,” he said. “For the both of us.”

“That’d be okay with me,” you said. He smiled and you returned it. “I guess I’ll see you in the morning then.”

“I guess you will,” he said. He turned to go when he spun back on his heels. “Or we could go back out there, eat way too much dessert and hang out?”

“Yeah,” you said with a smile. “Give me a minute to wash up my face.”

“Take all the time you want. I’m gonna change into something more comfortable anyways.”

He left and you washed off your face in the bathroom, drying it off and taking a deep breath.

You did like him. There was something calming about him to you and you enjoyed his company, even if it was just the two of you having a quiet cup of coffee in the morning.

But he was an actor. And kinda famous. And a widow. And had three kids.

“But your face is cute,” you said aloud, looking the mirror. “Gah, of course you have to be like...into me. Nutjob. He must be a nutjob. That’s it.”

“Y/N?” you heard him saying and you smacked yourself in the face. “Are you talking to yourself?”

“Uh, yeah,” you said, stepping out and seeing him in the hall sporting a pair of pajama pants and a t shirt. “That was fast.”

“Well I didn’t go through an eight step skin routine too,” he chuckled.

“For your information, my routine is only three steps,” you said, walking past him and waggling your fingers.

“I didn’t realize I was living with such a savage,” he said. You laughed and went back to the kitchen, making up another dish of brownie for him while he went over to where he kept his liquor. “You a bourbon kind of girl?”

“Is there any other kind?” you said.

“Touche.” He poured out two glasses and slid one over while you passed his bowl to him. “So what’s this three step routine? Do I need to up my game or what?”

“I think I need your routine, not the other way around,” you said.

“Nah. I like looking at your face more than mine. Trust me.”

“Oh. How long you been holding back those kinds of comments?” you teased.

“Longer than you’d think,” he said, sharing the bowl with you. “Feel okay now?”

“Yeah. I can’t remember the last time I cried,” you said. “Especially in front of someone.”

“A good cry session has never hurt in my experience. I’ll do it for work and stuff but normally I’m not much of one. Aside from the past six months I mean.”

“Are you ready to try this?” you asked.

“Yeah. I know I am,” he said. “I’m positive of it.”

“How can you know that?”

“Because you make me happy. You make me...want to do stuff again, believe in all the romantic...if I wasn’t ready, I’d feel guilty. But I don’t. I just know that maybe some people get more than one chance and maybe I’m one of them.”

“I know you are, whoever it ends up being,” you said.

“Are you ready to try this?”

You took a drink and bite of ice cream, pushing the bowl back.

“I miss my family,” you said. “I miss being happy. I’d like to...have someone that could take care of me for a moment every once in a while. I might mess that up sometimes but I’m willing to try.”

“Me too,” he said. “I’d expect some screw ups on this end too. I’ve been out of the dating game for a long time.”

“I’m sure it hasn’t changed all that much,” you said.

“Well I’ve never dated with kids and as a widow,” he said.

“I’m just in this for them to be honest,” you laughed.

“I see how it is,” he said with a smirk.

“I don’t think it’ll be as hard as you think,” you said.

“I hope not,” he said.

“Do they know? You want to date?”

“JJ does,” he said. “She’s little but she understands that it doesn’t mean I’ll never love her mother any less. She’s been strangely okay through this whole thing aside from the first few weeks. She helps her brother and sister out more now.”

“As someone who was that kid, minus the siblings, I know they’ll be okay. She’s a great kid. I’ve met plenty of spoiled brats. Yours are not.”

“Well that might just be the second best thing I’ve heard tonight,” he said.

“Whatever was the first?” you teased, eating a spoon of ice cream.

“Oh I think you know,” he said, stealing the spoon back. You smiled and heard some feet run around upstairs before the stairs creeped and a little head ducked down into view. “Arrow. It’s bedtime sweetie.”

“I had a accident,” she said. “Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for, honey,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”

“Want help?” you asked.

“Sure,” he said. He scooped up Arrow on the way up the stairs, setting her down in the kids bathroom. He got some clean pajamas and you found a pair of pull ups, Arrow pouting at you.

“I don’t need ‘em,” she said.

“Your brother wears them. I wore them and your mommy and daddy wore them. Everybody wears pull ups when they’re your age,” you said.

“Just tonight,” she said, stepping into them. Jensen walked past with the mattress liner and she was dressed by the time you heard the washer going off in the distance. You walked her back to bed, Jensen slipping in past you and tucking her in. “Night daddy.”

“Night sweetie,” he said, kissing her temple.

“Night Y/N,” she said.

“Night night kiddo,” you said, giving her a tiny wave before you left, Jensen flipping off her light and pulling the door shut.

“Come here a second,” he said, nodding and you saw him head towards his room. The double doors were open and you stepped inside, Jensen going past the bed and over to a set of french doors. He pushed one open and waved for you to follow, showing you out to a rooftop balcony.

“Wow,” you said, a set of chairs, a table and a lounger out there along with a whole lot soft string lights. “I didn’t realize you had this up here.”

“Kinda a place to go unwind, relax,” he said. “I disappear out here sometimes. Been out here a lot at night lately.”

“Thinking about what?” you asked.

“You,” he said. “I talk to Dee about you sometimes as crazy as that sounds.”

“Doesn’t sound crazy at all,” you said.

“I just wanted to say...this area isn’t off limits anymore. Nothing is,” he said.

“She asked you out, didn’t she,” you said with a smile. He rubbed the back of his neck and blushed. “You’re cute.”

You leaned up and kissed his cheek, heading back towards inside.

“Come on, Jensen. Before the ice cream melts on us.”

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A/N: Read Part 4 here!

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chess, not checkers || a. hotchner x f!reader

Summary: Cross-examining Agent Hotchner should have been a lot more simple than it had been. But when the questioning slips out of your control, you find yourself being profiled right there in the middle of the courtroom. Amazing how one stranger can know you better than anybody you've ever met.

Contains: SMUT! 18+ only, minors DNI. Fingering, (light) choking, semi-public sex, adultery, anger sex, enemies to lovers, edging, lawyer hotch <3

Word Count: 8k+

Comments: This is so heavily inspired by “charcoal grey” because we all know how hot he was in that scene. Thank you to @angelfxllcm for being an absolute godsend as I wrote this and being the most supportive friend ever. (If you haven’t read her work, you absolutely should!)

“Fucking FBI and their selfish ass schedules,” you grumbled as you hurried through the hallway of the courthouse, your intern Robin on on your heels. “Court gets pushed back for a week because Agent Hotchner just had to leave with them on a case instead of working remotely, and then expects us to drop everything to go to court the second he gets back to D.C. As if we don’t have jobs too. As if I don’t have six other cases sitting on my desk that now have to be pushed back because of him.”

Robin scrambled behind you, nodding along to every word that left your mouth. “Does this happen with the, uh…”

“BAU,” you supplied.

“—BAU, right. Do court cases usually get pushed back for them?”

You shook your head as you checked your watch. A glint caught the corner of your eye. Shit, your ring. You hadn’t expected to go to court, and completely forgot to leave it at home. You pulled it off and slipped it into the outside pocket of your bag, hoping nobody noticed.

“No. Most cases from the BAU never go to court,” you explained. “There’s enough evidence against the people they arrest that it’s almost always a plea.”

The Bankers Box in Robin’s hands almost slipped as you placed another file precariously on top of it. “Then why is this case going to court?”

Your step faltered as you processed her question, and you couldn’t hide the disbelief on your face. “You did read the brief for this case, right?” you asked, unsure if you really wanted the answer, except her embarrassed blush and averted gaze gave you enough of one. “Seriously? Okay, well, first of all, because of that, you won’t be sitting at the attorney’s table with us. Instead you’ll be in the public seating. I won’t weaken my case because you decided to be unprepared. If this happens again, you won’t be welcome to join me in court at all, am I clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good.” Deciding to take pity on the poor intern, you sighed as you started your explanation. “Our client claims that his arrest was unlawful and therefore none of the evidence they found should be usable. I’m inclined to agree with him, so we’re fighting all of the charges that were made with evidence found after the arrest.”

“So you don’t think he’s guilty?”

“I don’t ask that question. I’m not God and I’m not his priest, I don’t need to hear his confession. I just need to get him out of unjust and illegal charges.”

Robin’s eyebrows furrowed. “So he’s going to walk free? Even after everything he did? How do you sleep at night?”

Fucking Christ, how did this girl even get into law school? You rolled your eyes, suddenly regretting your decision to take on an intern. “No, he’s not going to walk free. He’s going to get a lesser charge, because everything else was obtained illegally. And I sleep very well, actually, because my job isn’t some episode of Law & Order. Less than 10% of my cases ever go to trial. I’m not here to suddenly convince juries that the evidence is wrong. My job is making sure that everybody is given their constitutional rights, that the police are doing their jobs correctly, and that the State isn’t over-punishing. Any cop knows that, and if you ever come across one that doesn’t, you know that you should look into those cases even further. You have to realize, criminal defense lawyers—”

“— are the last line of protection against a corrupt system.” You turned to see your assistant, Marcus, making his way towards you, briefcase and your spare blazer that you keep in the office in hand. “I see you’re giving her your famous anti-prosecutor lecture.”

Marcus helped you slip on your blazer over your satin button up, his hands lingering on your skin for just a little too long to be considered professional, and it made you shiver in anticipation. “God knows she needs it. Thank you, Marcus, for bringing these so quickly. Were you able to get the physical copies of Agent Hotchner’s files?”

Marcus held up his briefcase. “All right here. Although I have to say, I’m a little lost as to why you need his service records.”

The three of you turned the corner to enter the courtroom, your heels clicking on the tiled floor. Robin obediently took her seat in the public viewing area while you and Marcus pushed through the swinging door to settle at your table. “I’ve heard stories of Agent Hotchner’s testimonies. He used to be a prosecutor, so he’s not easily tricked, but he is prideful and will defend his work. I’m going to use that to my advantage. It’s like I always say, practicing law means always playing chess, never checkers.”

Marcus took the seat next to you, making sure to sit close enough that his knee brushed yours the whole time. “You know, I was thinking, this case is complicated,” he whispered, “And we haven’t combed through everything yet… It could take more time than we planned.”

You smirked, knowing exactly what he was insinuating. “Agreed. I’ll tell Tony I have to stay late at the office tonight.”

Before Marcus could continue his flirting, you were distracted by the door to the judge’s chamber opening, revealing the back of a man in a black suit. “Thank you again, your honor, for the continuance,” came the deep timbre of the man, and oh. You certainly weren’t expecting that. “A young girl was able to be reunited with her family this week because of it.”

The man in the doorway turned, and your breath caught in your throat. He was tall and buff and expensive-looking and absolutely gorgeous. His suit was tailored to fit him perfectly, the sleeves of his blazer straining against his biceps. He carried himself with an aura of confidence, like he belonged in the courtroom, and he was making his way directly towards you. Unconsciously, you separated from Marcus, putting as much distance between you and your assistant as possible without raising suspicion.

The man said something to the prosecution before turning to you, hand outstretched. He said your name as a greeting, and your name had never sounded so good. “I’m Aaron Hotchner.”

When you stood up to shake his hand, you tried to ignore the way his eyes raked down your body, or the way the two of you held on just a moment too long to be considered proper. It felt as if he was looking right through you, learning all of your secrets as though they were written on your body. No, you knew that look. He was studying you. “Agent Hotchner, it’s a pleasure.”

“Likewise, Counselor. Please, call me Aaron.”

You raised your eyebrows in Aaron’s direction, still shaking his hand, and it made your skin burn. You dropped his hand. “I’m just glad we’re able to get this case done and over with. Hopefully with no more delays.”

His eyebrows quirked upwards in what could only be described as shock. “I see your reputation precedes you,” was his only reply before going to his respective seat, and if he noticed you watching his every move, he made no indication of it. That being said, you definitely felt his gaze on the back of your head as the judge entered the room and the session began.

As the proceedings dragged on, you and Marcus continued to talk strategy, his hand finding its way to your thigh ever so often. You also continued negotiating with the prosecutor, both of you flashing Post-It notes of potential plea deals that you would be willing to accept, always careful to keep it out of the eyes of the judge and jury. By the time Aaron had been called to the stand, the offer given to you still wasn’t low enough. Fine, if the prosecution wanted to make a fool of themselves, so be it.

You listened to Aaron’s testimony with the prosecution, completely enraptured. There was something about the way he spoke, so full of authority and confidence, that made the entire room drawn to him. He was incredibly intelligent, that much was clear, and despite the many years since he had actually practiced law, that prosecutor candor hadn’t left him. Staying focused on the case had proven to be more difficult than previously expected. You found yourself staring at his lips, and it didn’t take long for your mind to conjure up some obscene and explicit situations starring the man in front of you.

Eventually, his eyes caught yours, and he watched you, his lips — god, those lips — quirked up in a smirk. Aaron watched you expectantly, and in the light of the courtroom, his eyes were almost the color of whiskey, and you wanted nothing more than to drink it all in.

A sharp “Counselor” broke you out of your trance. In the corner of your eye, you could see Marcus looking at you in concern, but he was the furthest thing from your mind now, especially as Aaron let out an amused huff of air.

“Counselor, does the prosecution wish to cross-examine the witness?” the judge asked with barely hidden annoyance, making you think that it probably wasn’t the first time she had asked the question.

You stood up quickly, smoothing down your pencil skirt as you did. “Yes, your honor. Thank you,” you said, trying your best to keep your voice steady as you noticed Aaron’s eyes trailing down your bare legs.

The cross-examination started normally, and Aaron answered all of your questions with careful precision that only a lawyer could pull off. He seemed to know exactly where you were trying to go with your questions, and easily sidestepped any unflattering implication you were trying to make. Long, biased questions were met with short, clipped answers, not giving you anything to work with. Whatever move you made, Aaron was right there, two steps ahead with you. Never in your life had you met somebody who could follow you so easily or could match your wit without so much breaking a sweat.

It was exhilarating.

“Agent Hotchner,” you started, hands clasped behind your back. “Could you please explain to the court how profiles are used when finding and apprehending suspects?”

Aaron sat up a little taller in the witness box. “Using behavioral research and past case studies, we’re able to construct what we call a profile of the perpetrator, or unsub. Anything they do can give us insights as to who they are — their victims, what weapons they use, even how they dispose of the bodies. Once we have a profile of who we believe is committing these crimes, we have our technical analyst run the parameters through her system. From there, narrowing down our search is easy.”

You nodded slowly, pretending to mull over what he was saying. “For clarification’s sake, in layman’s terms, you build your profile off of assumed psychology, and not concrete evidence, is that correct?”

The muscles in Aaron’s jaw flexed, a sure sign he was gritting his teeth. “Behavior analysis is a tool, just like any other—”

“It’s a yes or no question, Agent,” you interrupted, and oh, he was not happy about that.

His tongue darted out from between his lips. “The research we use for behavior is—”

“Yes. Or no.”

Aaron hesitated, his frustration building up to palpable tension that settled in the courtroom like a thick fog. You weren’t giving him a chance to explain or show off anymore, didn’t allow him to be seen as the smartest person in the room anymore, and that was getting to him.

“Yes,” he conceded, grimacing as if admitting that was physically painful for him.

“Thank you,” you replied, and he caught the unspoken that wasn’t so hard now, was it? even if the rest of the room did not. You walked back over to your table, snatching up a piece of paper and holding it in the air. “Your honor, the defense would like to submit Exhibit Seven into evidence.”

Once the judge gave her express permission, you placed the form in front of Aaron with your left hand, perfectly manicured fingers splayed out in front of his eyes. You almost missed the way his head tilted ever so slightly and his eyes narrowed, like he was staring at a puzzle half complete. “Agent, could you please tell us what’s laying in front of you now.”

He leaned forward slightly, eyes scanning the paper before meeting back with yours. “This is a part of our official report of the case. Specifically, it has the profile that was used to lead us to the apprehension of Mr. Mckenna.”

“Does it say on that paper who had the final sign off on the profile before it was circulated?”

“Yes, that would be me. As Unit Chief, my job is to sign and finalize any reports.”

“And could you please read the profile, verbatim, as written on that report?”

Aaron’s face remained neutral, with the exception of his eyebrows scrunching together. Slowly, he had started to piece together your strategy, and he didn’t like it. “The unsub is a white male, between 32 and 40 years old. He’ll most likely be unemployed and driving a van or truck — anything that would let him easily transport his equipment and victims. We believe that he’s also had run-ins with the law before, likely as a juvenile. He’ll come across as friendly, if not a little shy. We believe that this comes from a failed relationship in his past, one where he believes that he was manipulated and wronged, and now he’s going after surrogates for that woman. Killing these women is the only thing that gives him any sort of power. If we can figure out who this past relationship was, it will lead us directly to the killer.”

You paced back and forth in front of the witness stand, your skirt tightening around your legs with every step you took. “Between 32 and 40 years old, unemployed, and killing surrogates… Except Mr. Mckenna is 22 and works part time as a bartender. How do you justify arresting my client with those inconsistencies?”

“As I mentioned before,” Aaron started, his voice dangerously low, “A profile is just one tool we use of many. Not every single part of the profile will fit every single time. Which is why we also rely on outside evidence to ensure that we have the best chance at catching the unknown subject as quickly as possible.”

“Except you had no concrete evidence, which you admit in your own report!” You took two steps closer to him, getting as in his face as possible without risking being held in contempt. With every word that left your mouth, your voice got more and more forceful, and you got more and more under Aaron’s skin.

“All of it was circumstantial at best. You had a hunch, an inherent bias against my client due to his previous conviction record, and you were frustrated at your own inability to get a good lead. But you can’t arrest somebody on a hunch, or because you’re angry. You had no evidence and the man you arrested didn’t even match the profile that you came up with!”

Your eyes locked with Aaron, his gaze heavy, and neither of you dared look away first. “Objection!” came from the prosecutor behind you. Exactly what you wanted. “Argumentative and foundation.” You flashed Aaron a predatory grin.

Two moves to checkmate.

“Sustained,” said the judge.

“Withdrawn.” You tapped the witness bench, hoping to convey an air of aloofness and calm. Aaron scowled. “Agent Hotchner, before joining the FBI, you were a prosecutor, is that true?”

Confusion flashed across his face for the briefest of moments, and it gave you a twisted sense of satisfaction to know that you had the upper hand. You knew the answer to every question you were about to ask, and he knew that. He just couldn’t figure out where you were going with this line of questioning, or what the relevance even was. “Yes, that’s correct.”

You made a soft hum of approval. “Could you please walk us through your higher education?”

“I attended George Washington University for both my undergraduate and law degree.”

“What did you major in for your undergrad?”

Aaron hesitated. “Political Science.”

Check. “So all together, you’ve had about seven years in higher education. In that time, how many psychology classes did you take?”

It was almost sadistic, the way you relished in the slight twitch of his face — the realization that he had been backed into a corner. The silence was deafening as Aaron’s scowl met your smug grin.

“None,” Aaron said finally.

“None,” you repeated, performative shock dripping from your words. “Do you have any academic background in psychology or human behavior, then?”

Aaron’s jaw clenched, and as you made your way closer to the witness stand, you saw his thumb frantically moving back and forth over his fingertips. Clearly, you had struck a nerve. “The FBI has rigorous coursework in order to become a profiler, along with multiple exams and continued training as more research becomes available to us. The profiling classes are no easy feat and are written by experts in the field. Creating profiles has a long and respected history in detective work, and these profilers have caught some of the most prolific serial killers of all time.”

You placed a hand over your chest in faux modesty. “My apologies, Agent Hotchner, I believe I wasn’t very clear. I’m not calling into question the validity and effectiveness of profiles. I’m calling into question the validity and effectiveness of you as a profiler.”

You could practically see the cartoon fire spewing out of Aaron’s ears. He was so close to being in your trap, something he had to have known, too, yet he continued to toe dangerously close to that line.

“A lack of formal education in profiling,” you continued, keeping your voice light, “and the blatant disregard for basic police and legal procedure as shown in this case with my client… I mean, how many other mistakes were made in your past cases? It’s hard to believe that you can read anybody, much less the hardened criminal that you have painted my client to be.”

Checkmate.

“Objection!” cried the prosecutor again. “Your Honor, this is —”

He was cut off by the judge raising her hand. “Sustained. Counselor, I would advise you to tread lightly from here on out.”

You raised your hands in mock surrender. “Withdrawn.” You turned around to make your way back to your table, ignoring Marcus’s look of complete disbelief. Baiting Aaron had been easy, and now all you had to do was wait.

The courtroom was uncomfortably silent for one beat… two beats…

“Not only can I read Mr. Mckenna,” echoed Aaron’s voice, “But I can also read you.”

Once you got back to your desk, you turned around, hands resting on the cool wood of the table top, but you never sat down. Instead, you leaned forward, and arched your eyebrows in a silent challenge — one he was all too eager to pursue.

“The red Harvard Law tag on your briefcase is a perfect match to your lipstick, and you wear the same one every time you go to court. Not because you’re superstitious the way most lawyers are, but because it’s your way of maintaining control in the courtroom, something you’re desperate to keep in every aspect of your life, personal and professional. I would guess that this need goes back to late high school, early college. But you’ve been worried about appearances and how you’re perceived for even longer than that.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. So he thought you were Type A? Anybody could have guessed that by your anything. All they would have to do is look at your color coded case files or your daily schedule, planned down to the minute. You had only been trying to sway the jury when you insinuated that he wasn’t a good profiler, but maybe you were actually starting to believe it yourself.

Except Aaron got a dangerous glint in his eye, causing your stomach to bubble with anxiety. Clearly, he was playing chess, too, and by the looks of it, he believed he was winning.

“In fact, you’re so worried about losing control, that despite your busy schedule, you refuse to hire a planner for your upcoming wedding.”

That got your attention. The objection that you were about to call died on your lips, and all you could do was stare with poorly hidden shock. Next to you, Marcus turned pale as a ghost.

Aaron, cocky bastard, continued his profile of you, with no clear signs of stopping anytime soon. “You have a tan where your ring usually is, and I know you’ve been wearing it recently as you subconsciously fiddle with where it would be whenever things in court aren’t going your way. Just like you’re doing now. You still have your maiden name, which you plan on giving up when you do get married because not taking his last name would arouse too many questions that you want to avoid. Just another way your concern of appearances is manifested. So you’re engaged.

“I would say congratulations, but it’s not a happy relationship, not on your side, anyway. Younger female professionals will take their rings off in fear of not being taken seriously, but you’re an established and respected lawyer. You needn't worry about that. So if it’s not about you, it’s about the fiance. You don’t want to be associated with him.”

You gripped the edge of the table, too angry to form words. Your nails dug into the varnish, and you were sure that your heavy breathing could be heard from across the room. This dick. This absolute, garbage, piece of shit dick. The worst part was how casual he sounded as he aired all of your dirty laundry for everybody to hear.

“He’s holding you back, in all aspects of life, but mostly intellectually. He doesn’t have a sliver of your capabilities. The two of you are probably high school sweethearts, prom king and queen type, but while you grew up and matured, he never did. He can’t keep up with you. Still acts the same way he did in high school, only now with more access to alcohol and money. Career wise, he doesn’t have much going for him, probably some sports related pipe dream. But you stay with him because you know how to control him and how to use him to your advantage.”

Aaron’s eyes zeroed in on Marcus, and all of the color drained from your face. The voice in the back of your mind was screaming at you to object, to get the judge involved, anything, before Aaron did any more damage, but you were frozen in your spot. For the first time in your life, you were completely and utterly speechless and spiraling out of control.

“That need for control is also why you’re sleeping with your assistant. It’s casual for you, but not for him anymore. You should break that off. That’s nothing new for you, though. In fact, I would bet that if we looked back at all of your affairs since your engagement, we’d find a long string of men and women, all of whom are your subordinates or of lower status than you. It’s a win-win situation — they’re more than eager to have a chance with you, and you get to stay in control. Oh, you’ll stop when you actually get married, but you continue to push that date back, as well. So…”

He leaned back in his chair, clearly feeling good about himself, and God, you could kill him. You could reach over the witness box and wrap your hands around his throat and squeeze until his whiskey colored eyes popped out of his smug, beautiful face.

Aaron lifted his chin, eyebrows raised in your direction. “Do you believe in my abilities as a profiler now, Counselor?”

That snapped you back into action. You cleared your throat and unnecessarily smoothed down your skirt in an attempt to regroup your thoughts. “Well, Agent Hotchner, thank you for that little show and tell. It’s clear that you are very passionate about your career. However, just like your profile of my client, you have no evidence for any of your unsubstantiated accusations.”

It was a pathetic attempt at saving face, and Aaron knew it, but it had to be enough for you. You turned your back towards Aaron so that you could face the judge, who, to her credit, had a perfect poker face the whole time. “Your Honor, I move to strike Agent Hotchner’s outburst” — not an outburst, Aaron was too composed to ever have one of those, but he grimaced at the word all the same — “from the record, as no question stands before the witness at this time.”

The judge looked at you dubiously, clearly debating her ruling. There shouldn’t have been any reason to worry, you were legally in the right, but there was always the chance that she wouldn’t be on your side. You noticed yourself fiddling with where your engagement ring would usually be, and you cursed yourself under your breath. How could Aaron have possibly known all of that?

“Sustained,” she said finally, “I direct the jury to disregard the witness’s, uh, example when considering the evidence.”

You let out a breath of relief. It wasn’t much of a win — everybody still heard what had happened, it was still in the back of their minds, like the ring of a bell echoing — but at least in regards to the case, you had the legal upper hand.

The judge turned back to you. “Defense, the witness is still yours, if you have any further questions.”

If you were a little more in your right mind, you would have cut your losses, but between your oath to defend your client to the best of your ability and that stupid self assured grin on Aaron’s face, you knew that you really had no choice.

Deep breath in… Slow breath out… You’re at a stalemate now.

“Agent Hotchner,” you said, causing him to perk him up in interest. Clearly, he hadn’t been expecting you to continue. “Wouldn’t an ex-lawyer and an FBI agent be familiar with the rules of decorum in a courtroom?”

His eyes narrowed. “I’m not sure I understand your question, Counselor.”

“Let me rephrase, then. Would you say that you have a history of emotional outbursts and rule breaking in your line of work? And I’ll remind you that you are still under oath.”

Aaron shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “No, I wouldn’t. Integrity is one of our core values, and we take that very seriously.”

With shaking hands, Marcus handed you one of the files you’d had him print out on Aaron. “If that’s so, can you explain why, since your promotion to Unit Chief in 2005, you and your team have had seven disciplinary hearings, one of which being an internal investigation into the excessive force used by one of your agents, and another being a congressional hearing?”

A sick sense of satisfaction passed over you when you saw him get visibly shocked, his poker face breaking for the first time that day. If he wanted to go for blood, you could fight back twice as hard. “I’m not at liberty to discuss either of those cases.”

You shrugged nonchalantly. “Very well, Agent. So between the discrepancies in the profile, your inability to control your temper, and your history of breaking procedure, coupled with the fact that you arrested my client without any warrant by kicking in the door to an innocent civilian’s house, do you really believe that your arrest and the subsequent evidence that came from that arrest was obtained legally? Or do you just not care either way, as long as you’re able to prove that you’re right?”

Right as he opened his mouth to speak, you turned your back on him and started to walk back to your table. Aaron wasn’t even able to get a peep out before you cut him off with a sharp “Question withdrawn. At this time, the defense rests.”

“Our arrest was made on the grounds of—” Aaron tried, and you smirked to yourself. He must have been desperate if he was trying that move twice. You whipped around, gaze steeled.

“I have no further questions, Agent Hotchner,” you repeated, only letting out the slightest hint of amusement. “But thank you for your cooperation with Lady Justice today.”

Aaron’s eyes met yours, and a weight settled in the pit of your stomach. You should have hated him, but something about him had you completely and utterly entranced by him. Maybe it was the novelty of the case. Maybe it was the matching intellects and the fact that he was the only other person who could give you a challenge.

Maybe you just liked the way you got to lose control with him.

As he passed you, his arm brushed yours, and your whole body burned.

“Very cute, Counselor,” he whispered, voice dripping with condescension. “How long did it take you to come up with that little switch up?”

“Don’t patronize me,” you snapped. “I was playing chess, you were playing checkers, and that’s why you lost.”

The rest of the session went on normally, if not a little tense. To your surprise, Aaron hadn’t left immediately after his testimony, and instead took a seat in the section for the public. Good. As soon as courtroom decorum wasn’t a factor, you were sure to give him a piece of your mind.

Court adjourned for the day, and you couldn’t get out of there fast enough. You told Marcus to continue to push for a better plea option as you grabbed your briefcase and stormed out, pushing through the throngs of people until you could see the back of Aaron’s head.

You sped up your steps until you were right behind him, and you grabbed his wrist to stop him in his tracks. “I have a bone to pick with you.”

You pulled Aaron into an empty conference room, hoping to get some privacy before you completely blew your lid. You already had one public humiliation because of him, and you did not need another.

“What is your problem?” you hissed, locking the door behind you. “You had no right to put my personal life on blast like that.”

Aaron placed his hands on his hips, swooping the sides of his suit jacket back, and you had to make a very conscious effort to not stare. “You questioned my profiling abilities, and I proved them.”

“You didn’t prove shit,” you argued, folding your arms across your chest. “Except for the fact that you’re an insufferable bastard.”

“Are you saying that my profile was off? Because if you didn’t want to be caught committing adultery, then you shouldn’t have made it so obvious.”

You gritted your teeth and took a step towards him in a futile attempt to come across as intimidating. Even in your heels, he still seemed to be towering over you. You’d have to level the playing field somehow. You gripped his tie and used it to pull him down so that he was closer to eye level with you. “I don’t need your judgment, Aaron.”

Aaron moved closer to you, and you could feel the heat radiating off his body. His Adam's apple bobbed and it captivated you. “I couldn’t care less about what you do,” he said flippantly. “Matter of fact, I don’t think this fit of anger is even inherently about your little secret coming out. Do you want to know what I think it is?”

“Not at all.”

“I think,” he continued, completely ignoring your protest, “You’re angry because as much as you can dish it out, you can’t take it.”

Your grip on his tie tightened at his words. “Trust me, I can take anything,” you said, voice low and breathy.

Aaron’s eyes flickered to your lips — those kissable, red stained lips of yours. You hadn’t had to reapply your lipstick once throughout the day, and he idly wondered just exactly what it would take to muss up that perfect, pouty red lip.

“I also think that for the first time in a very long time, you didn’t have control, and you liked it.” He bent down a little bit more so that his lips brushed against your ear with every word and you could feel his breath run down your spine. “Aren’t you bored of sleeping with boys who are so far beneath you?”

You’re not sure who initiated it, but the next thing you knew, your lips crashed against his, the two of you making out like it was the last kiss either of you were ever going to get. His hands felt impossibly everywhere all at once — gripping your hips, tugging at your hair, and even snaking under your work blouse to palm at your breast. His teeth nipped at the fibres of your lips. With every movement of his hands, little gasps escaped you, and you could feel the curve of his lips curling up into a smirk.

His fingers trailed up the side of your body, past the curve of your neck, and tangled themselves in your hair before yanking it back, exposing the column of your throat. Immediately he attached his lips to your neck, nipping at your pulse point.

“Aaron,” you whined, trying to regain the breath he stole from your lungs. You practically melted in his arms, going completely weak at the knees, especially as his tongue trailed across the underside of your jaw. You let his tie fall from your grip, instead bringing your hands up to cup his face to pull him in for another kiss.

His lips set a bruising pace, and it caused a fire to burn in the pit of your stomach. You had never once been kissed like this, never once felt so all-consumed by a person. Aaron’s cologne surrounded you, making your head spin. Bruises were sure to form from how harshly he was gripping your hips, but you didn’t care. He was addicting, and you wanted more.

Hotch walked you backwards until you were pressed up against the wall, his thigh shoved in between your legs, forcing your skirt to ride up. The position made his arousal obvious as he pressed against you. The way he held you was possessive, primal even, Unconsciously, you ground down on his thigh, hoping for anything to help relieve the ache between your legs.

Unfortunately for you, Aaron caught on to what you were trying to do, and he chuckled against your lips before pulling away just far enough to speak. “Look at you,” he whispered, and the raspiness of his voice only served to turn you on even more. He hooked a finger under your chin, forcing you to look up at him, and his thumb traced your bottom lip, tugging at it ever so slightly. His other hand slowly trailed its way up your thigh, nails scratching at your skin. “Skirt hiked up around your waist, desperate to get off. Your little boyfriends aren’t doing it for you anymore?”

He pressed his thigh further into you, ripping an involuntary moan from your throat. “Fuck,” you gasped, your hips still moving back and forth against him, not caring how needy it made you seem. “I need… I…”

“What? Big, bad lawyer doesn’t have any more smart ass comments?” he cooed sarcastically, pushing your skirt up even higher. He replaced his thigh with his hand, and his fingers ghosted over your covered pussy, teasing you, not giving you nearly enough contact. “Fuck, you’re so wet already. Go ahead, needy girl, if you’re that desperate.” Aaron yanked down your panties in one fell swoop, and you blindly kicked them off to the side. “Be a good girl and show me how much you want this.”

Without any more of a warning, one of his fingers entered you, and you let out a breathy moan that Aaron was sure to have on repeat in his mind for days to come. When the heel of his palm pressed against your clit, your brain completely short circuited. You threw your head back as far as you could despite being pressed against the wall as his name clumsily tumbled from your lips like a prayer.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he grunted, pressing you further against the wall. “Can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”

Electricity coursed through your veins as he added a second finger, easily finding that spot in you that made you see stars. You rocked your hips back and forth against his hand, eyes screwed shut in pleasure. His lips trailed from your jawline, down your neck, and to your collarbone.

“Look at me,” Aaron ordered, tightening his grip on your chin, and your eyes shot right back open. Instead of the whiskey colored irises you had gotten used to, Aaron’s pupils were so blown that they made his eyes completely black. “I want to see you lose control all over me. Gonna make sure you come harder for me than you have for any of your boy toys.”

That wouldn’t be very difficult. Nobody had ever made you feel the way you did then, Aaron’s fingers buried deep in your cunt and lips exploring every inch of skin he could access. No part of this was for his pleasure — from the curl of his fingers to the slow circles on your clit, it was all expertly calculated to bring you to the edge with as much intensity as possible, and it was all devastatingly effective.

“I’m so close,” you whimpered, and if it weren’t for the wall behind you, you would have completely lost your balance. “More, fuck, please.”

“More?” he mumbled against the column of your throat. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

Coherent sentences were not an option for you at the moment, not when you were so deliciously overwhelmed with pleasure and with Aaron. Besides, how could you tell him that you wanted him to completely and utterly ruin you? That you wanted him to bend you over the conference table and pound into you until you could barely speak. You wanted Aaron to mark you and send you home to your fiance with reminders of every little thing he did to you for the days to come. You wanted raw and untamed passion. You wanted to be consumed, for him to settle in your lungs like smoke, and haunt your dreams for the rest of your life.

You didn’t want nice and calculated the way every other man you’d been with had acted — you wanted Aaron Hotchner to take control.

You couldn't say any of that, so instead, you grabbed his wrist, the one that was holding your chin in place and, without breaking eye contact with him, you guided his hand down until it rested on your throat. “More,” you choked out, giving him an animalistic grin.

That was all it took. Using his grip on your neck, he pulled you in for another kiss, messy and desperate and swallowing all of your incoherent moans as his fingers moved harder, faster.

You clung to him like a lifeline as you felt your whole body tense up, your orgasm fast approaching. You were so fucking close and he felt so fucking good and, God, if this is what losing control felt like, then you and Aaron could do this forever and —

His fingers were gone from you, and you clenched around nothing. You cried out in protest, which only seemed to amuse him.

“Oh? Prom queen isn’t used to not getting what she wants?” Keeping his hand on your throat and you pinned against the wall, he made slow, teasing work of his belt buckle.

Your chest rose and fell in a desperate attempt to catch your breath. “What happened to watching me come undone all over you?” you shot, trying to even out your voice as much as possible. It didn’t work very well. “Did you lose your nerve?”

A dark, humorless chuckle escaped his lips. “Don’t worry, Princess, that’s still the plan. I just never said where. I want to make sure you’re nice and wet and ready for me to turn you into a moaning mess on my cock.”

In an attempt to regain some control of the situation, you rolled your eyes. “Yeah? And how do you expect to do that?”

He smirked and released your throat. Wordlessly, he grabbed your wrist, and guided your hand down your body, further and further until you reached your throbbing pussy. He used his hands to press your fingers to your clit, and you whimpered softly. God, you were dripping, and the extra stimulation didn’t help your shaking legs.

“By making you so needy and whiny that by the end of this, you're begging for me,” he hissed, lips brushing the shell of your ear with every word. He moved your fingers so that you were rubbing small, slow circles around your clit, although it wasn’t nearly enough to give any real relief. “Begging for me to come and fuck you over and over and over again. Because you know that your pathetic fiance and your string of affairs have never made you feel like this before.”

Aaron yanked your hand away from your clit and you could sob. You wanted to cum so badly that you could barely put it into words. Still holding your wrist, Aaron brought your hand up to his face. He took a brief moment to admire the way your fingers glistened, covered in your arousal, before bringing them to his lips and sucking.

Eyes wide, you made a choked noise as you committed the view of Aaron to memory. “Please, Aaron, fuck, I need you,” you whined, the start of a long string of incoherent begging. You needed him then and there, damn the consequences.

He pulled your fingers out of his mouth slowly, and you moaned at the obscene wet noise it made. “So desperate,” he murmured as he began to unbutton his slacks. “All for me. All because I edged you once.”

Aaron pulled down his pants just enough to pull out his dick, and you licked your lips involuntarily when you saw it, big and thick and leaking precum. Clearly, it gave Aaron a bit of an ego boost, because as he ran the head up and down your sensitive folds, he reminded you, “You did say you could take anything, Princess.”

Your breathing came out shaking as you shivered, waiting for him to do something — anything. You were so empty and you needed him so badly. If you didn’t get his dick in you soon, you were pretty sure you would lose your mind completely.

“Fuck me, Aaron,” you moaned, arching your back to press into him more.

He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips in an almost intimate gesture. “Patience is a virtue,” he chastised.

In your haze of arousal, you barely noticed him grabbing your briefcase and digging through the small pocket in the front. You especially didn’t notice his pause when his finger touched something small, round, and metal in the bottom of the bag. The only thing you cared about was him coming back to you, holding up a condom packet with a smirk.

“I knew I’d find one somewhere in your briefcase.” You let the comment slide, the excitement at the prospect of sex with Aaron Hotchner outweighing any jackass comment he could make. Aaron made quick work of putting on the condom. The second he was done, one of his hands ran up your thigh, getting a good grip on it before pulling it up and around his waist.

“Do you feel how wet you are for me? How willing you were to give up control? All for me? That—” Lips pressed to your ear, he pushed his cock into you, bottoming out with one thrust. You threw your head back in pleasure. “—Is playing chess, sweetheart.”

Aaron dropped his forehead to the crook of your neck as he began pounding into you at a desperate pace. He had held off on his own pleasure for long enough, and now he was chasing his orgasm with a ruthless determination. One hand stayed gripping your thigh, the other one braced against the wall next to your head. Aaron nipped at your neck in between moans of praise for you.

“I — oh, fuck — knew it,” he groaned, digging his fingers deeper into your thigh. “You wanted somebody to take control. Somebody who knows how to please you.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer to you. You were an incoherent mess at this point, his name tumbling from your lips like it was the only thing you knew how to say. At that moment, it probably was.

“Finally, that bratty mouth of yours is good for something. You sound so pretty, moaning out my name. Say it again.” A particularly deep thrust caused you to tug at his hair. “Louder.”

Never before had you met somebody like Aaron Hotchner, and you weren’t sure if you ever would again, so you screwed your eyes shut and let yourself get lost in the absolute pleasure he was providing. You memorized everything you could — the way the calluses on his hands felt against your skin, the way he moaned out your name, how deliciously full you felt, and how for the first time in your life you felt truly seen — so that you could suspend the moment in amber to preserve in the back of your mind.

“Please,” you begged, scratching his scalp lightly with your nails. “I’m so close. Fuck, Aaron, you feel so good, please.”

Aaron tore his lips from your throat, choosing instead to press his forehead against yours. His lips brushed yours with every word he spoke, so close that you were practically kissing him. “That’s it, princess,” he murmured. “Be a good girl. Be a good girl and come. All over my dick.”

When you came, it was with a cry of his name as your whole body shuddered. You clung to him as he continued to fuck you. His thrusts began to stutter, and he took the opportunity to capture your lips in one last, scorching kiss, and you were all too happy to oblige.

You think he moaned something as he came, but you couldn’t hear it over the sounds of skin slapping against skin. He fucked you through his orgasm, making sure that you felt every single inch of him. As if you could ever forget it.

The two of you stayed where you were for a few moments, relishing in the feeling of being full a little longer. Your walls fluttered around Aaron, which caused him to muffle his whimpers into your throat.

“Aaron…” you whispered, not wanting to disturb the moment. “That was so—”

“I know.”

“We shouldn’t have done it.”

“I know.” He pulled back just enough to leave a lingering kiss on your lips, and your whole body burned. “But I don’t regret it. Do you?”

You shook your head. “Not at all.” The confession lingered in the hair for a tense second because both of you seemed to remember where you were.

Aaron slowly pulled out of you, an act that looked almost painful for him when you let out an involuntary moan at the feeling. He could have spent all day in you, if given the chance.

The two of you adjusted yourselves in silence, both of you hoping to be able to leave the room with some semblance of professionalism. At the very least, the goal was to not look like you had just had sex in a courthouse conference room. Shame and embarrassment flooded you — what had you been thinking?

Once you felt that you were presentable enough, you grabbed your briefcase and tried to ignore Aaron burning a hole in the back of your head with his gaze.

“Well, Aaron, this was fun.” You cleared your throat. “I’m sure we’ll see each other around at some point.”

You were two steps away from the door when you heard his smug, courthouse voice come back in full swing.

“Forgetting something?”

You turned around in a huff, ready to go right back to arguing with him, but what you saw made your whole body heat up in embarrassment. There was Aaron with a self-satisfied grin and dangling off his finger was your panties.

“These are cute,” he mused. “It’s a shame I didn’t get to fully appreciate them.”

You rushed over there, fully prepared to snatch them out of his hand. “And you never will,” you shot, but even as you said it, you didn’t make much of an effort to take them out of his hands. You just stared at him and his swollen lips and mussed hair, all your doing.

Ever the gentleman, Aaron started to hand your underwear back to you, but instead of taking it back like you knew you should have done, you covered his hand with yours, closing it in a fist around your panties.

“Who says you can’t?” you whispered, guiding his pantie-filled hand down to his pockets. “This way… You can keep it as collateral. To make sure I’ll come and see you again.”

His breath hitched in his throat as you guided him to put your panties into his suit pocket, and you were glad to be the one surprising him this time.

“I don’t care about your fiance,” Aaron started, and you braced yourself for the worse. “But I’m not interested in being the ‘other man’ to your affairs with your assistants, too.”

“Consider it ended,” you promised, not caring how desperate or easy it made you look. You wanted to keep Aaron around for a long, long time.

Just until the wedding, you corrected yourself.

You slung your briefcase over your shoulder, wincing as it dug into a bruise that Aaron had left. It would be there for a while — you’d have to find a way to hide it from Tony until it faded. The thought made you stupidly giddy. “I’ll see you around, Aaron.”

He nodded in goodbye, and you slipped out of the conference room on shaking legs. As soon as the door closed behind you, you reached into your bag, and reluctantly slipped on your engagement ring.

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bo0zey · 3 years

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my friend who doesn’t have adhd and just wants an adderall perscription: i definitely have adhd like i never pay attention and i’m such a procrastinator omg lol btw i’m at the library studying and doing homework that’s not due until 3 days ugh what are you doing have you started studying yet we have those worksheets due tomorrow remember and it’s already 6pm! omg what do u mean u haven’t started the paper yet it’s literally due in 3 hrs omg no it’s ok i’ll just send u mine bc i’ve been working on it all day haha and omg i’m trying to pay attention to the lecture can u stop talking to me why r u reading online manga in class the exam is in 2 days pay attention! also i need caffeine to stay awake i love monster energy drinks they work so well i won’t be able to sleep tonight oh no also i took adderall 3hrs ago and now i’m super anxious but it’s not the adderall lol ugh i won’t be able to sleep tonjght ughh

me, someone who actually has adhd, pre-diagnosis: studying is so hard and i don’t want to do it and i literally can’t until hours before the exam and by then i’m so exhausted bc it’s like 3am but if i drink coffee or monster or bang i just get sleepier also i procrastinate entire research papers including the research hours before the due date even tho i knew abt the paper for a month and i wrote it in my assignment notebook every day knowing i needed to do it and i drink coffee before bed bc it relaxes me n makes me sleepy im constantly moving and shifting in my seat in class and i got paid 4 hrs ago and bought $500 worth of amazon products and now i don’t have any money for groceries for the next 2 weeks my thoughts go so fast and they’re so loud i can’t follow a conversation let alone a class lecture paying attention to anything i don’t care abt but am supposed to is impossible if i don’t write everything i need to do down i will forget about it and if i put my keys or vape or anything somewhere besides it’s designated spot for 1 minute i will literally forget where it is and if something isn’t directly in my line of sight i will forget i have it so i have to place everything in my line of sight for me to remember to use it and ok i’m at work i have a 14hr shift and a set of tasks i need to complete omg i’m so overwhelmed and frazzled i write down the list of tasks every shift and check off boxes to remember to do things but even then i still fall behind and why am i overwhelmed i know what i have to do please don’t ask me to do that thing i’m already trying to remember to do one thing ahhh ok i’m so exhausted it’s 12am and everyone’s asleep i have 3hrs left of my shift omg i’m so bored and tired ok i will have coffee and an energy drink to wake up bc i don’t wanna fall asleep here and i have an hour drive back home and oh wow i am now driving on the way and dozing off i am so sleepy sleepy sleepy why can’t i stay i awake i had 300mg of caffeine like 2hrs ago i’m going to crash the car why isn’t this energy drink working and hmm ok it’s now monday night i have school tmrw it’s 11pm i guess i’ll try n sleep i have class at 9am oh wait what is this sudden wakefulness i feel i am very awake i think i will maybe try to do homework to get tired actually no i think i will go on the internet instead hmm look at those cool show i think i will watch it ugh ok that was the longest 30min of my life i will not be able to watch another episode for at least 2 days probably oh it’s 3am i need to sleep but i can’t shut my brain off ugh oh no this sucks i hate myself why can’t i just get my shit together i know what i have to do but i just can’t fucking do it it’s so frustrating i’m trying so hard but i keep self sabotaging why why why

me, after being diagnosed w adhd and starting medication: wow for the first time in 8 years i’m actually paying attention in class and actively following what my professor is saying. i think i will do some homework now so i am not overwhelmed later. uh oh my dishes are starting to stack up i think i will clean them instead of starting a new pile. hmm my room is getting a little messy i think i will put things away including the clean clothes on that chair i’d been avoiding putting away for a week. i am following our conversation and i will wait until you are finished until it is my turn to speak instead of blurting out or interrupting you. oh i just got paid! hmm do i really need all of that online shopping stuff..? i think i will wait for a little bit and come back to it if i rlly want it bc what if something happens during the week and i need money to pay for it? oh i have to go to work it’s a 14hr shift; i am able to complete the tasks i need to do with ease bc i know what to do and when to do them and am no longer overwhelmed. i don’t need to drink that energy drink bc i know it will just make me more sleepy and i’ll doze off at the wheel on the highway and i don’t want that! ok i’m home yawn i think i will try n go to sleep it’s 11pm and i am genuinely tired.

#like just say u want an adderall perscription and go don’t fucking claim to have adhd its so invalidating to ppl that actually have it #and then she has the nerve to say i don’t have it when i literally check off almost every symptom and she doesn’t even actually check off 1 #also my mom had it and my lil brothers also definitely have it like it runs in my family no one in hers has it #it’s just so frustrating and invalidating bc stimulants honestly changed my life im so grateful #and she’s like lol how r u going to have adderall n NOT give it to me wtf our other friend does and im like bitch because #you and that other friend don’t actually fucking have it that’s why she’s so willing to give u her meds #but i literally need mine to function on a daily basis #also ever since i started adderall my DPDR is waaaaay less prominent now like i barely have episodes anymore unless i’m in a depressive epi #ok sorry rant over lol #ramblings #actually adhd

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Hey there! I've been searching for Eddie Munson fics to read ;; do you think you can come up with a scenario where Eddie meets will? That would be fantastic!!!! <3

Hello! Thank you so much for requesting something, here's my shot at it!

A quick note: I’m currently on Episode 6 of the fourth season, so if anything here strays from being accurate to the show, I apologize. I took liberties with one character; this being the black haired FBI agent, so that the story could logically work in the way I’m telling it. I don’t know yet if the issue with Eddie and the murder trial is resolved or how if so; if it is I apologize. So in a nutshell, I’m sorry if this strays too far from canon, I haven’t finished the season. I plan to finish it tonight so fics posted in the future will be better accurate. :)

Summary: It’s been a year since Vecna’s murderous reign of terror befell Hawkins, Indiana, and things seem to have finally settled. There haven't been any gruesome deaths. Eddie has, via complicated FBI and law enforcement entanglement in the name of a request from Eleven, been freed of his charges. Finally, and most importantly to Mike, Dustin and Lucas, the Byers family have come to celebrate El and Will’s sixteenth birthday in Hawkins. With a week left in the Byers’ stay in Indiana, a ‘legendary’ (in the words of Dustin) DND oneshot is set into motion, with two Dungeon Masters: Will Byers and Eddie Munson.

Ships: None

Cw: Discussions/mentions of prison, mentions of the death penalty (aka Eddie misunderstanding something and for a second thinking he’s getting the death sentence when he isn’t)

Word Count: 3,180

!SPOILER WARNING FOR SEASON 4 OF STRANGER THINGS!

-This GIF does not belong to me and was made by Ildre-

A night of DND

It was a year ago that Eddie Munson watched in helpless horror as his customer and, more importantly to him, potential friend Chrissie Cunningham floated to the ceiling. One year ago her body bent in ways inhuman and broke with such little effort no person could have done it; but still the town blamed him. Still he was arrested on two counts of first degree murder, possession of illegal substances, and distributing said illegal substances to minors.

There’s a clanging on the bars of his cell. He looks up to find a tall, sharply dressed woman with cropped black hair holding out a badge identifying her as a member of the FBI.

“Hi?” He mumbles, clasping his trembling hands and clenching his clammy palms together.

This is it, I’m going to die, my sixty year sentence just became a death sentence he thinks as the door is unlocked and the woman steps in.

“Hello.” Says the woman, tight lipped as she takes a plastic chair and sits before him. He shrinks further into the concrete bench, afraid, a shell of the bold man he once was.

“Is this where you, like, tell me I’m going to die? Did they give me the death sentence? Or, fuck, are you recruiting me for some fucked up experiment as punishment for the ‘crimes’ I didn’t even commit?”

Humorlessly, the woman shakes her head.

“Quite the opposite, Mister Munson. You’re free.”

The news ignites in Eddie similar to a spark catching drybrush. In an instant his hollow, fearful soul ignites and burns with hope. Hope for freedom intertwines with joy. His heart races; he grins, leaping from his bench and sweeping his hands through his matted hair.

“Seriously? I am?” He practically shrieks, “Why? What happened? Did they figure out I’m innocent?”

“That’s classified information that I’m afraid I can’t tell you.”

A cold hallway, a crying girl, objects floating in the air. They clatter to the ground as the woman steps forward, reaching a shaky hand to the girl. A promise made between child and adult. Of safety. Of fulfillment.

An escape. Flames bursting on her back as she yells to Jane, Jane Hopper, to run.

I’ll find you. Now go.

Burying herself in the rubble as guards and staff rush to the scene, silent prayers that the girl makes it.

The Nevada Desert, far from home. A month after Jane’s escape. She sits across from Jane, the two sipping milkshakes in the early hours of Monday morning.

You’ve been through more than I can defend, Jane. I’m sorry. I understand if you don’t trust me, and it won’t make up for the things they’ve done to you, but ask me for a few things, and I’ll do them.

A plea for freedom; not just for herself but her friends and their friends. Eddie Munson’s name is mentioned.

He didn’t do anything, please, let him go, Miss. You can cover it up.

Justification among colleagues, lies suppressed, an appeal. A bribe.

They’ve all led to this moment, where she fulfills one of the poor girl’s four requests.

“Y’know what, if it means I get outta here, I won’t push it.” Eddie takes her hands and squeezes them, falling to his knees and looking up at her through teary eyes. “Thank you, god, thank you. Thank you so much. Thank you, thank you, thank you-”

She silences him as she leads him out of his cell.

The affairs of the day pass in a blur. He’s given clothes brought in by his uncle; trades his orange jumpsuit for a familiar pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and denim vest. He’s crushed in a tearful embrace by said uncle, who whispers in his hair that he knew he was innocent. To the public all they know is that they found further evidence from remains and the sites of the murders that proves Eddie Munson isn’t the perpetrator. Many are skeptical, however, there are also many who believe the court’s new ruling. Eddie falls apart in his uncle’s car on the ride home to a place he’s never seen; sobs as he grins. He eats dinner as his uncle speaks on the phone with an alternative school. He opens the door to their house after hearing a knock and finds the Hellfire Club crowding at his doorstep, some teary and some joyous.

They sit in Eddie’s new room; bare with all his possessions packed away in boxes and his furniture in the garage. He doesn’t care that he’s going to be sleeping on the floor, he probably won’t get to bed anyway with their shenanigans.

It’s three in the morning when Dustin jolts as though he’s been shocked and points at Eddie.

“You! You’ve got to come to my friends’ birthday party, you’ll love them! I told them both all about you, they love you!”

“Dustin, I’m twenty-one now. I’m not some kiddy babysitter.”

“Hey, the last time you said that, you gained a super valuable player!” He gestures to Erica, who preenfully grins at the praise. “Besides, they’re turning sixteen. It’s not like you’re going to a six year old’s birthday. And,” he drags out the ‘n’, “one of them plays Dungeons and Dragons.”

At this Eddie’s interest is piqued, his head snapping to meet Dustin’s hopeful gaze. He reaches his hand out and, over a firm handshake, says: “I’m in.”

Eddie’s banged up van rolls into Hopper’s driveway at 5:55 p.m, five minutes before he’s expected. The lights from inside the sheriff’s new cabin illuminate the forest in swaths of gold. Silhouettes dance through the panes of glass, moving to the beat of some pop song Eddie’s not heard in years.

He takes cautious steps down the driveway, opening the front door slowly.

“Eddie! Guys, guys, Eddie’s here!” Shouts the familiar voice of Dustin.

Sitting on the couch are Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler, and Robin Buckley. He only recognizes three of them but Dustin quickly introduces him to Jonathan and his friend Argyle, who hovers near the couch as well with a can of Dr Pibb. In the corner he recognizes the FBI agent who freed him, smiling and talking to a girl with shaggy hair. He also recognizes Max, who gives him a hug and says how she’s glad he’s back. He’s called over to the couch once more, where more arms fling themselves around him and congratulations ring out. Soon after the introductions are finished, including between Eddie and the owner of the house and his companion Joyce, Eddie seats himself at the table. His gifts, boxed in shittily wrapped up boxes and topped with a card each, sit in a pile with the other gifts. As he looks around he finds the birthday kids: a guy with a goofy looking bowl cut and the girl with shaggy hair. He wears a suit without the jacket and she wears a flannel dress with boots. Their names, as they tell him, are Will and Jane, also known as El.

Eddie stands. He feels underdressed in his leather jacket, shirt, and jeans, but takes each of their hands in his and shakes, wishing them a happy birthday.

A cake is cut and ice cream is scooped. People sing, Eddie joins in. He eats and laughs as he talks with everyone else, making obscene jokes and shocking everyone happily.

This moment, this place, these people are warm. It’s all safe, it’s all good, it’s home. He’s found his new family, he’s welcomed, he’s loved and he loves, too.

When his gifts are unwrapped he grins at the screams of excitement: a collage kit, art book, and paint set for El; a new DND book, board, and set of miniatures for Will. They throw their arms around him, squeezing the life half out of him. Suddenly spending all his pocket money and a little from his leftover savings (stored in a shoebox he kept dutifully hidden under his bed and which his uncle put into an actual account half a year ago) is incredibly worth it.

The excitement of celebration causes the hours to fly in a haze of joy. When finally everything settles again, it’s two in the morning. The teenagers sit around in the living room as the adults lumber off to bed, only the agent staying in the living room for a few spare moments before leaving the house with a final goodbye to them all.

“So, Will.” Eddie says, lunging to his feet. “I hear you’re a connoisseur of Dungeons and Dragons?” With a twirl of his hand he emphasizes the Dungeons and Dragons.

Will snorts awkwardly, nodding with a smile.

“Great! C’mon, I’ve got a great idea. You’re here for another week, right?”

“Oh, uh, yeah. Why? Do you want me to make a character?”

“Even better than that, kid!”

Eddie takes a pad of paper and plops himself beside Will.

“Two Dungeon Masters, twice the fun, eh?”

Will’s eyes pop open, jaw dropping at the idea. He nods vigorously.

“I don’t even know how that’ll work but that sounds awesome! Let’s do it!”

“Great! So it’ll have to be a oneshot; I’m not paying by the hour over the phone so you can keep running this campaign with me once you’re back in Arizona.”

“California.”

“Right, California, same thing. Anyway, that’s not important! What’re we gonna do? Oh! Before that, however!” He shoots up again, his sporadic nature not nearly dampened by his year in prison. “Who’s in?”

Robin, Jonathan, Argyle, Lucas, Erica, Dustin, and Mike’s hands rise into the air with lightning speed. Eleven’s hand slowly follows. Eddie counts, writing their names on the pad of paper.

“Looks like we’ve got some fans, eh?” Eddie jokes.

After he shoves that sheet into his pocket, it’s back to the drawing board for those involved. Nancy, Steve, and Max resort to listening in out of curiosity.

Suggestions fling through the room faster than Eddie and Will can write them down. Some are good, like Erica’s idea of valkyries being involved. Some are awful, like Argyle’s suggestion of them fighting a ginormous pizza. But, as the sun begins to crest the horizon and paint the sky in lavender and pink, they lay out the papers of a fully planned oneshot. Their eyes are red and exhaustion weighs heavy on them, but it is drowned out in the accomplishment and excitement that buzzes through them.

They sleep in a pile on the floor, unbothered, until three in the afternoon.

It’s Wednesday that the game is scheduled, four days after Eddie and Will became acquainted with one another. And, at 3:30 pm Wednesday, Will’s bike stops before an abandoned automobile shop. Upon entering the lights flicker on and he shields his gaze, confused and slightly nervous.

Standing by the lightswitch is his fellow dungeon master Eddie Munson, who hurries to the table they’ll set everything up on.

“Why’re we doing this in an abandoned building?” Will asks.

“Well we used to do these types of things at Hawkins High, but, something tells me if I showed my face there I’d get sniped or some shit like that, so we’re just using the ol’ junkyard.”

An awkward silence permeates the air as dice and boards are laid out.

“Remember the battle plan, my young friend. The valkyrie have come to ask our players for help on their holy crusade against the mandibulas.”

“The mandibulas, right. Did you make a stat block for them?”

“Absofuckin’lutely I did! I don’t have anything else to do, my alternate education doesn’t start ‘till September.”

Eddie slides a piece of paper over with a poorly drawn demon that has a comically large mouth. In his scratchy lettering are the hit points and attacks of their made up enemies, the mandibulas. Will smiles as he sets the paper down again.

“I think they’re gonna hate us,”

“Good! They’ll hate it, and then, when they win, it’ll be even more fun for them.” As he speaks, Eddie pantomimes what he says, embodying his words quite literally.

“You really don’t stop going, do you?” Will jokes.

“Nope! I’ve wasted a year being all drab and shit, I’m tired of it!”

“I guess that makes sense. Y’know, you’re a lot more optimistic than I am about that kinda thing. I’m still… sad and it’s been, what, three years since my thing? Four?”

“Now you listen to me and you listen good.”

With the seriousness in Eddie’s voice, Will can do nothing but focus and listen.

“Look at your problems. You look at the world and all the assholes in it and you mash them up with your problems and you walk right up to them. You walk right up to them, you see, and you give ‘em the bird, and you say ‘fuck you. I’m gonna live my life and your shittiness isn’t gonna stop me’. Now I’ve heard you’ve been through some shit Will and, to be honest, I don’t know what it is but I can imagine it was bad. So you’re fine to not be as optimistic as some dipshit who barely got his toes wet when it comes to bad shit. Alright? No matter how you’re feeling it’s fine. And I’m telling you that because when I was your age there wasn’t anyone to tell me that. Sound good?”

Will sits, a hopeful smile on his face. Has he just befriended the coolest guy ever? Well, aside from Mike and Lucas, of course. Sorry Dustin. He looks up at Eddie and grins, chuckling ever slightly.

“What? I’m serious!”

“I believe you! I know you are! And, well, thanks. I’ve never had someone tell me all that advice before.”

Bits and pieces of it have of course been told to him from the likes of his mother and brother, but, never in the free-thinking and wild way Eddie Munson has just presented it to him.

“‘Course, kid. We’re all fucked up. We’ve just gotta help each other through our fucked upness.”

The door creaks open just as Will goes to respond, Jonathan and Argyle busting in with bottles of soda and boxes of pizza in tow.

“Please tell me you didn’t get pepperoni,” Eddie harps as he opens the box, groaning at the pepperoni wedges.

“Sorry dude, thought you said get pepperoni when you called.”

“It’s fine, Argyle. We appreciate you coming early,” Will pipes up, “have a seat.”

At 4:15 pm, the game begins, everyone having arrived in succession. Lucas and Erica after Jonathan and Argyle, then Dustin, then Mike and El and, finally Robin, who comes five minutes late. Five minutes after the game starts Jonathan and Argyle woop and the others roll their eyes.

Will watches as his friends erupt in roars when the villain is revealed and he cannot help but laugh, letting Eddie take over as he snorts and wheezes.

“He takes your head in his meaty hand and, with his claws digging into your flesh, flings you into the wall!” A d6 is rolled. “4 bludgeoning damage.”

“Fuck, I’m dead!” Yells Argyle.

“Not on my watch!” Says Erica, whose cleric uses her turn to heal Argyle’s barbarian fairy named Chad.

“Will, passing the game over to you so I can eat!”

“Oh, uh, alright-” he looks at their plot setup and begins to read the monologue of the main villain, Eddie giving him the occasional approving nod or thumbs-up as he DMs the rest of the fight.

“Standing in the aftermath of a mighty battle,” Eddie begins, “you find that the village people have run out of their homes to come and thank you,” finishes Will.

“You are forever heroes to the people of Gikla, and shall have statues built in your honor.”

“Congratulations.” Will concludes.

The board is tipped down and a whooping applause erupts among the players. Laughter and jokes are exchanged in earnest as lively conversation blooms, the after-high of winning leaving everyone giddy.

It’s about midnight where people begin to head home. First go El and Mike, then Erica and Lucas. Soon after them, Argyle and Jonathan go, motioning for Will to follow as they head out to the car. Will stops in the doorway, however, and turns to look at Eddie and Dustin.

“Hey Eddie, thanks man. Thanks for everything. Your advice and co-DMing was appreciated.”

“Any time, Byers.”

A car horn honks outside.

“Gotta go, bye Dustin! Bye Eddie!”

With that, Eddie and Dustin are left to stand alone, Eddie packing his things and walking with Dustin back to his van.

“To your mom’s, right?”

“Yeah, just like the old times!”

“Yep, just like old times.”

After a long stretch of silence during the drive, Dustin speaks.

“Dude, he like, totally looks up to you now.”

“Who?”

“Will! You’re probably like another brother to him already.”

“Really now?”

“Yeah! Guess that makes two of us now.”

Eddie smiles, sparing a quick glance at Dustin’s happy expression before turning into Dustin’s neighborhood.

“Oh you kids really shouldn’t be looking up to me.”

“We know, but we will anyway!”

“I’ll convert you to satanism,” Eddie chides lightheartedly, rolling his eyes as he pulls to a stop in front of Dustin’s house. Dustin snorts.

“Well, thanks for taking me home, Ed! Maybe we could get a new campaign started soon!”

“Definitely not with Vecna though.”

“Yeah, no, not with Vecna.”

After a few final jokes and goodbyes, Eddie drives off, turning on the radio. His drive back to his uncle’s house is serene, filled with happy thoughts about his friends.

They look up to me.

That’s so weird, they look up to me!

He cranks the radio up to its highest setting, speeding down the empty roads.

Maybe Dustin’s right, being the babysitter isn’t all that bad.

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yn-x-animeboy · 3 years

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Jungkook x y/n (as a famous artist) Pt.3

sinopsis: You are a popular artist in America, pretty famous, loved and well-known by the general public (actually you were one of the top 10 artists in the world but you are pretty humble and naïve to realize your popularity), one day during one of your fan meets you talk about how much you love BTS, and not only how you wish to meet them and work with them but how Jungkook is one of your celebrity crushes. During the meet you fangirled with other ARMYs in the crowd; video clips of you fangirling and talking about BTS at your meet where posted and reposted all over social media. This obviously broke the internet because you were not only a famous singer but you also were always accepted and loved by ARMY and this made a lot of people happy. Suddenly it felt like everyone wanted you to meet the seven handsome and talented idols and collaborate, but you could only wish, you believed they didn't even know who you were...or so you thought

pairing: reader x Jungkook

genre: fluff, romance, for entertainment purposes

BTS x Fem Reader

Parts: 1 here & 2 here

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Part: 3 - The Jimmy Fallon Show

A couple of months have passed since your fan meet episode went viral and since BTS saw the video too. A lot has happened since then tbh, you kept working hard, you just put out your 5th studio album which is doing amazing in the charts, it reached no.1 for album of the year and 3 of your songs stand in the first places amongst other artists on the top 100 songs as well. BTS have also been working on music and projects, not a lot of time for you all.

Even though it has been a long time since your ‘fan meet’ episode was aired the media still brings up your episode highlights where you talk about BTS, it is not another really, it doesn't seem to affect you. Neither you or BTS have openly spoken about this to the general public, to them, it seemed like a cute exchange between you and your fans where they got ‘close and personal’. The only difference now is that your fans and ARMYs now have a ship name for you and Jungkook, and they still wish their ship could sail someday….

Thanks to the success your album has had in the short time it was published, you have been invited to multiple talk-shows to promote your new music and to basically catch up with the media. As an artist the whole publicity thing is important for your team and company. Even though it can be hard to ‘do press’ as a celebrity, you enjoy it and always do your best for your supporters. Your fans and everyone who became a fan of your infamous episode would troll around twitter writing things like ‘will BTS be on this show appearing with y/n?’ ‘AYe y/n watch out, they are going to surprise you with BTS’; but you didn't really have time to see them, only your team was aware. Your days working + rehearsing + promoting don't really give you time to scoop around your social media.

Today on your schedule: The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon. Tonight you will be performing and having an interview for the show. You love this show so much, you have been invited before, and you really feel comfortable on set in the company of Jimmy and his team/staff, they are always super nice and welcoming. You haven’t been there for an interview in a while and you are excited. (Even though it went viral, and it was your fantasy, the whole “I WISH I COULD MEET BTS AT A TONIGHT SHOW” was not really on your mind today, probablly because of how hectic your day was. You woke up super early and took a flight on your jet to New York, then you went to rehearsal to rehearse the song you’ll be performing tonight, went to the hotel and took a shower, went to two important business meetings for your record company, barely had time to eat, then went and had hair and makeup done for an afternoon interview for a radio show and finally some rest before you went to the Jimmy Fallon studio)

The Tonight Show starts at 10:00pm but you have to get there earlier to greet Jimmy and the staff, to quickly rehearse your performance, to go over details about the show, get ready, etc. You arrive on set at around 6:00pm in sweatpants, a baggy Ariana Grande merch T-shirt, sneakers and fresh hair from your second shower today. You walk through the door next to your personal bodyguard Lee and Manager Sam, followed by your stylist Meg behind you, you look around to see if you could recognize any familiar faces, The camera crew were setting up their high budget equipment, staff members cleaning, running around and preparing for tonight's live interview. Jimmy comes out from behind a door with casual clothes and messy hair, nothing like his sleek professional look on TV. Smiling he greets you and your team; he takes a step forward and hugs you tightly “Hi y/n it’s so nice to see you, it has been a while we have missed you, ever since your interview was scheduled for this week the staff has been excited to see you again, including me, you are one of our favorite guests to have over i swear” you look at him sweetly with hands on your chest from his hind words (the reason why they loved you so much was because you were different from other celebrities on the show, you were always super polite and nice to the staff and took time out of your schedule to greet everyone and introduce yourself, even though you were one of the biggest stars in the world you humble personality attracted many). “Omg stop Jimmy you are so sweet, I love your show so much it’s always an honor, thanks again for inviting meI wanna say hi to the staff, can I?” You said; Jimmy has been like a mentor to you when it comes to interviews and press, he was one of the first people to believe in you and interview you when you debuted. “Yes of course you go ahead, I’ll talk with your manager while you do so to catch up.” (They were good friends too)

While Jimmy and Sam catch up, and your stylist and bodyguard follow an assistant to put your stuff in the dressing room; you walk around introducing yourself to the staff; you visit the camera crew, the audio booth, the lighting crew, the producers, the PD, the meeting room, even the cafeteria. This helped you also to loosen up and feel more comfortable and confident for the show. After the greeting you quickly rehearsed with your talented backup dancers for the performance to get used to the ‘stage’ and the spacing.

One of the sweet staff members you just met offered to show you to your dressing room where Lee, Sam and Meg were waiting for you. You entered the spacious dressing room and sat at a small couch next to Lee (he was your bodyguard but sometimes even acted like a father/guardian to you, you were thankful you had a close connection with your team) You treated them all, including your dancers, to a mini banquet of food from the cafeteria and chatted about nothing before you had to start getting ready. Sam started getting constant phone calls, as your manager he was constantly busy on the phone, he ignored a couple of them but the caller seemed insistant, Sam saw the caller ID and shot up and ran outside to answer. “Ey no phones on the table mister” you teased as he was halfway out the door, he flipped you off and you back at him and proceeded to finish your snack; “Who would be so insistent, the company handles the calls when Sam has something to to with y/n… this interview has been scheduled for a month now…” Meg, your stylist commented, but you just just shrugged her shoulders as you swallowed the last bite of your sandwich, not really thinking too much about it. You stood up to brush your teeth after finishing eating. (what you failed to notice was Lee making a face to Meg basically telling her to ‘shut up’.... they knew something you didn’t but you didn’t see said interaction at all)

After 20-30 mins Sam came back as if nothing happened, you were now sitting in front of the large vanity mirror and Meg staring at your hair behind you. “Is everything okay Sammy?” You asked, thinking the call could be from a family member or an emergency, judging on the time it took. “No, yes- um it was just a catch up call, apparently the company did not answer their call in my place so they called me directly ignoring the fact that I was here with you.” he spoke. “Ah yeah, well that's good, well we finished our food and cleaned up so the girls (referring to the 2 backup dancers) and I could start getting ready but I left you and Lee some cookies and coffee on the table” you said pointing to the small coffee table in front of the couch that was previously filled with food, Lee, a 6’5 tall man sitting in a tiny couch with a cookie on his right hand and coffee on his left making space for Sam to sit next to him. cute.

You finish getting ready, hair done simple and comfortable for your interview and later performance, light natural makeup letting your natural beauty show off and fancy yet comfortable outfit that allows you to sit and dance comfortably. You felt really pretty and powerful. It was 9:30, only 30 mins before The Tonight Show started. before The live audience was allowed inside the studio you went over your dance quickly to make sure your outfit was safe to dance in, to make sure the music was the right one and to let the camera crew plan out their shots for the dance and interview segments. Once again you bought your head towards the staff and wished them good luck and a good show, you introduced yourself to the live band that accomplies Jimmy for the show as well and went backstage again for the final touch ups and waited for your turn to come out.

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“.... and now here is your host...Jimmy Fallon'' he was introduced as the audience clapped for him and he walked across the set to his desk. “Hi, everyone, and welcome to THE TONIGHT SHOW!!!” The crowd cheered again for Jimmy. “Normally we have multiple guests on this show and from 10:00 pm to 12:00am we talk to multiple guests but today is a little different, today we have a very very special guest who will be with us. the. full. show!!!” The audience was comforted by a lot of your fans since it was announced you would be the guest tonight they prepared, and as soon as they heard this immediately stood up and cheered knowing it was you he was talking about. “She is one of my favorite artists, she is the sweetest, most talented artist today. Everyone welcome…. y/n'' The crowd went crazy as you came out from behind the curtain. Seeing everyone you bowed down to the audience and waved your hands, then you took Jimmy's hand to help you up the steps to the couch next to his talk show desk and sat down again bowing your head and mouthing ‘thank you’ to the still cheering audience.

“Wow the people love you y/n'' Jimmy said. “Hahaha no, stop, Thank you all, I love you so much I don't deserve you all.” you said blushing a little from the overwhelming support. The interview started normally, Jimmy introduced you properly to the camera and audience, you spoke about yourself and answered the general questions (‘What have you been doing these days?’ ‘Tell us about your album’.... blah blah)

After a couple of questions you did a fun activity with Jimmy where you created a funny sketch similar to the ones on SNL, you followed the lines on the promter and it came out to be a really funny and light activity to interlude the show. Then after a small break you went back to your seats and continued the Q&A.

“It's crazy, y/n’s latest album is the number one album in the country and she also holds the first, second and third spots for the billboard top 100 hits. You even broke a record for this, to being the youngest and first woman to ever achieve this.” Jimmy said as you smiled and looked at the cheering crowd. “Its crazy, I never thought one day I could even hold a place in the top 100, and now I actually hold 3 places plus another 1st place for album of the country, Thank you all so much for supporting me, this would've happened if it wasn't for all of the people who supported my music, Thank you for giving my music a chance.”

“So actually the next billboard award show is tomorrow, and y/n, we heard you are going to be performing.. is that so?” Jimmy smoothly transitioned form question to question, topic from topic. “Yeah I was blessed to not only be nominated for an award but to also be invited to perform for the ceremony, I am so excited, It is an honor, it not my first time performing at the billboard’s but I have so much fun every time, hopefully the audience will like my performance and the other guest performers of the night, I can’t wait.

“What are you performing tomorrow y/n?”, “Shhh it’s a surprise Jimmy, I can give you a little spoiler, I am performing one of my new album’s songs, it is one of my favorite songs on it” You smoothly avoided actually answering what song you would be performing tomorrow. “Mhm okay how about you tell me in secret during the commercial break I have to know…” Jimmy insisted “Sure Jimmy I’ll tell you”. “Okay so guys let's go to a short commercial break, but don’t leave cause when we are back y/n will be performing live, don't you miss it!” Jimmy said and waved with you as the producer called for the commercial break.

After the commercial break you got to perform one of your hit songs next to your back up dancers, you let yourself go to the music and enjoyed the performance; you really got lost in the music and dancing every time you had an audience, you loved this so much. After your performance you received a standing ovation form the people present on set, Jimmy went over from his seat to you, he congratulated and complimented you. He then guided you to your seat and gave you some water; he made some ads/sponsorship bits while you grabbed some air and while Meg retouched your hair and makeup while the cameras weren’t on you.

Jimmy then came back after another small break to proceed with the interview: “So y/n I actually wanted to talk to you about something really big” you made a face at Jimmy’s word choices (you had somewhat of a dirty mind) “Hahahaha, Don't make that face y/n, it's not what you think… God.. what a dirty mind you have; I meant I wanted to talk to you about something that recently happened and I’m sure everyone wants to have an update on'' Jimmy made himself clear. “Hahahaha oh, okay sure, tell me”

“A couple of months ago you went viral on social media after you talked about BTS on one of your episodes, and your fans and ARMYs went crazy, not gonna lie even I got excited” As soon as you heard Jimmy say “BTS'' your face dropped making the audience giggle at your reaction, you started to get anxious. “Hah-, um yeah that happened, I didn't expect for it to become such a big thing tbh Jimmy” you said.

“So in the episode you got asked by one of your fans something about how you would want to meet them or something and you mentioned how you would like to meet then on a talk show… like this one” Jimmy said with a smug expression taking over his face. You quickly spoke before he could say something else “Omg Jimmy stop, I swear if I look behind this couch and BTS is hiding behind it I will have a heart attack, please don't play with me, I’m not ready, stop that''

The crowd and Jimmy laughed at your cute panic. “Don’t worry y/n, no, I swear they are not there” Jimmy treasured. “IDK MAN, I’m gonna look behind the couch….” you dared; “Go ahead y/n” Jimmy fired back; this made you more nervous, you made a ‘I’m tough’ face at Jimmy and moved your body sideways, “If there is someone behind here I will run Jimmy, I. WILL. RUN. I don’t know where or how far but I will run out..” Jimmy and the audience laughed again and stopped as you looked behind the couch….. and…… there behind the couch…… there was…….. nothing. You started laughing as you went back to your original sitting position, the audience looking curiously at you. “Hahahaha ahhhh there is nothing there” whipping some laughing tears off the inner corner of your eyes you looked at Jimmy who was too laughing at you. “I told you y/n! ahahahah”

Jimmy looked at the camera and directed to the audience “For the people who don’t know what we are talking about and/or haven't seen y/n’s latest episode we have some clips for you” You looked at Jimmy and at the crew wanting to refuse due to your embarrassment, you felt exposed. The video played on the screen, the screen was split so that while the episode clips showed on screen your reaction could also be seen at the same time. Only a small trailer was played, which made you confused, you thought they would play the clips where you deeply talk about BTS…

The video stopped and the audience clapped, “Well that's just a small trailer of the full episode if anyone would like to go over and watch it it was pretty fun… I really enjoy ‘y/n’s camera roll’ episodes, I highly recommend” you smiled and appreciated the free proportion but you went anxious again as Jimmy spoke, “But y/n I actually have a small surprise for you, actually BTS saw your episode and reacted to it on camera…” You went stiff…. he said what???? BTS saw your video? they learned who your where?.... wait. THEY SAW THE VIDEO????? THEY SAW YOU FANGIRLING OVER THEM AND THIRSTING OVER JK AND HERD YOUR STUPID FANTASY????

“OMG Jimmy no…. AHHH no….” You said as realization dawned on you and you covered your face with your hands.

“oh y/n yes… and we have the video of their reaction here, for the first time ever, an exclusive for the Tonight Show…. watch the screen y/n'' The screen was again split to show your reaction + the video. You lifted your face from your hands and held on to Jimmy’s hand on the desk, bracing yourself for further embarrassment and probable rejection. The video played:

(BTS reacting to your episode. {the bullet points are your ‘present day’ reactions to BTS reacting to you})

The video started . “Oi, it’s y/n'' Jin immediately said as soon as your face appeared on their screen, “Is this a new episode?” Jimin asked out loud, “Wait what day is it? they normally go up on Friday, did we miss it?” Taehyung spoke.

“OMG no way, they know who I am, omg I’m crying Jimmy” You actually started tearing up and Jimmy squished your hands tighter as he read the subtitles added (you understood Korean).

“Hello everyone welcome to another episode of…. f** I don't even know what we call these videos, jajajaja” “Wait what?... jajajajaja omg guys thank you, I'm so sorry, yeah you heard them, welcome back to y/n’s camera roll, I can’t believe I forgot that, anyway today’s episode is a little different……” the boys chuckle at your genuine personality “hahaha gwiyeoun” (haha cute) Suga added, J-Hope agreeing with him as he gave Suga a piece of the food he was having. Kookie was currently watching the screen not even blinking, he hadn’t taken a bite out of his noodles or a sip out of his banana milk, Jimin noticed and pointed at him looking back at the guys with a silent laugh.

You kept crying and making faces reacting to them every time they spoke

“Hi, y/n, can I ask you another question?” “I saw that you liked an instagram post about BTS a while back uploaded by a fan account and I also saw that you actually follow their personal twitter account. ALSO in your behind the scenes video for your music video shoot you can be seen in the background dancing the Boy with luv choreo. So I wanted to ask if you were an ARMY and if you know them personally? and like should we be expecting a collaboration soon?”

“No way….Omg what she says she hates us” Jimin said. “Imagine if she said she hates us, is this why you guys are making us watch this?” Suga looked at the staff.

“OMG I could never, NO omg how could I hate them” you commented wiping away your tears and back to squeezing Jimmy’s stretched hand on the desk

“Can we keep watching hyungs…” Jungkook said looking around at the others, a bit desperate to find out what you said next. “Oi, wouldn't you want to know guki…” Jin teased him, wiggling his eyebrows and slapping the back of his head playfully. Before Jungkook could fight back RM reached over them and pressed play, preventing a ‘playful’ fight between the youngest and oldest member to take place.

You froze at the interaction between Jungkook and Jin… but kept watching not wanting to overthink it.

“OMG hahaha I love you so much, what an amazing question, Okay so first off no I don’t know them personally and sadly no plans of collaboration are on sight. Oh wow I have never been asked if I liked BTS before, I’m excited hahaha. Yeah I am an ARMY, I love them so much I am one of their biggest fans, and they are also one of my biggest inspirations when it comes to work ethic and professionalism, listening to them or watching them gives me motivation to keep doing what I love, which is this. anyway I am rambling I should stop; you guys can say y/n stop whenever I start rambling okay? hahaha''

RM stood up with hands on his head; Jin and J-Hope held on to each other with their mouths wide open looking at the screen; V was still sitting in the same spot, frozen, as if he was paused in time along with the now paused screen; Suga stood up with his hands on his mouth bouncing his knees lightly; Jimin reached to RM behind him and stretched his arms out with a ‘Did you hear that?’ expression; Jungkook leaned over the table and pulled the screen closer, he was smiling from ear to ear letting out a small “wow” under his breath, then he replayed your answer to listen to it one more time, rereading the subtitles under the video making sure he did not miss any words.

You chuckled at their individual reactions and resumed your crying at their reactions because you couldn’t believe they knew you and could be so cute towards a video of you

“y/n Okay so, who is your favorite member?” “Well first off, I don't have a favorite member. I really mean it when I say this. I love them all equally and I love them all as a group. I don’t prefer one over the other or like one better. I really do support them equally. I mean there is nothing wrong with having a bias, as long as you also respect the other members, hope that all made sense lol” Everyone seemed moved by your support towards them and nodded.

Again the boys reacted, they were so surprised they paused again and walked back and forth making sounds of excitement

Jimmy smiled proudly at you and helped you wipe a tear with a tissue

“Y/n so you don’t have a favorite, but do you have a crush on any of them?, like if you could date one of them right now, which one do you pick?” A fan asked. “okay...well...Like I said just to be clear I don't have favorites amongst the group members, but I do have a type…. I consider one of them to be my celebrity crush”......“So in that case, if I had to pick someone that I would date in real life...i would say…. Jungkook”

You put your forehead on Jimmy’s desk, you felt embarrassed, you knew what was coming, the audience was also reacting along and they got super excited at this part. You were scared over what BTS would think/say about this.

The. Guys. Went. Nuts. Jungkook immediately stood up and lifted his hands up in the air as if he had won an award, he paused the video and started smiling like crazy;

A staff member spoke to Jungkook on the video : “How do you feel Jungkook?” He lifted his face from his hands and ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes were glossy and his smile wide. “I-I don't know what to say, I can’t believe it,” he said as he sat down looking at the pause screen, looking at your still image. His hyungs patted him on the back; Jimin turned his head to the staff as he was rubbing JK’s back with one hand, “You know Jungook has had the biggest crush on y/n for so long now” Jimin told the staff.

you completely froze, you started shaking, Jimmy was looking at you happily, the audience was going crazy, even the crew was invested in the k-drama worthy content. You went numb, you kept looking at the screen frozen.

Jungkook looked up and spoke to the staff: “Yeah I remember listening to her debut song for the longest time without really thinking about who the artist was. When her first studio album broke records I decided to look her up, I watched a video of her talking about the album and her experience as a new artist and I think ever since then I have had a crush on her; she is my ideal type”

Everyone was going crazy in the Tonight Show studio. EVEN Jimmy let go of you and stood up pacing around his desk, no one was expecting this. You came out of your trance as Jimmy shook you and you wiped more tears clouding your vision.

“Why is she your ideal type?” a staff member in the back asked JK. “Ha. um. well I think my ideal type of girl is someone who is funny and has a bright and cool personality; someone who as soon as they step into a room they immediately light it up; someone who is goofy and isn't afraid to become a joke or mess up; A confident person; someone who isn't too girly or too boyish; someone who likes to learn new things and from who I can learn new things too; someone who is younger than me; Someone who loves dancing and singing a lot, etc. And y/n is kinda all that and more tbh;

You felt like you were dreaming… Totally forgetting you were on live television. The butterflies in your stomach felt more like birds. your heart pounding out of your chest and body glued to your seat.

The video of you time skipped again to the ‘fantasy’ answer’: “Okay so, my literal fantasy is to one day meet them at a talk show, you know how hosts like to surprise their guests with something/someone they like?, I believe Ellen has done it multiple times where she surprised a guest with their idol or celebrity crush, you know?” The group nodded, invested in your fake scenario “Well i would be invited to like the Jimmy Fallon Show, where he would just randomly surprise me with BTS. Then I would be given the opportunity to introduce myself and tell them how much I love and support them. I would also be able to show them my korean speaking skills, I learned Korean and Spanish back in school and I have never been able to actually use either them, lol, anyway...well after that we would all become really good friends, and we would collaborate and put out one or multiple songs for you guys. I mean that's basically it, I wish I could meet them, and become their friend and write songs with them, even produce songs with Suga or RM if I could''

you cringed at the sound of your voice, you were so embarrassed. The audience, crew and Jimmy found this and your reaction to be so adorable.

“What???? does she speak korean?” / “OMG Jungkook is she speaks korean marry her” / “OMG I wanna meet her now” / “That's so cute” / “She is so cool”

oMg, even after the video stopped you kept crying and sobbing, it almost felt like you had made it in life, you curled into a ball, you didn't care if you were live or not.

(end of video, camera was back to you and Jimmy only)

“y/n this is amazing, this was my first time watching the video too, how do you feel, hahahaha stop crying this is good y/n” He rubbed your hand and passed you a new tissue from his desk. You cleaned yourself up and accepted a new water bottle from a crew assistant.

“I- I’m at a loss for words Jimmy, I cannot even process it; I love them so much hahaha” You sniffed and looked at Jimmy innocently. “By the way I am so sorry for crying like this, ew I’m a mess right now, I so sorry for anyone watching”

“No no, you are good, your fans love you and love to see the real you; right guys?” Jimmy said looking at the crowd and once again they all cheered for you, this made you happy and you smiled again. “Thank You all so much, thank you to anyone involved in the making of this reaction video and this segment of the show AND FOR WHOEVER ADDED THE SUBTITLES FOR THE STUDIO hahaha, I am so happy, I want to keep crying but I will compose myself for now and once I go home cry some more hahaha”

“Y/N so obviously you are an ARMY, would you mind playing a small game with me?...” You nodded at Jimmy. “Okay so after the break we will be back with y/n, and she will prove how big of an ARMY she actually is…”

Another commercial break was called, Meg again came over and cleaned you up, she fixed your hair and makeup and then made you change into some sneakers (you performed in heels), fresh sweatpants and a shirt that compliment your figure. Your manager told you that for the next segment you needed comfy clothes. You had so much in your mind right now you didn’t even question it.

“Okayyy and we are back everybody, so right now as you can see y/n has changed into a more sporty outfit, right y/n?” you looked at him and at the camera and answered back. “Yeah, i’m in my natural form now” you said as you modeled your comfy wear

“So today I will put your BTS knowledge to the test, I will play a snippet of a BTS song, to your right you have two buttons ‘dance button’ or ‘sing’ button; you can either dance to the part being played when you hit the dance button or keep singing the song if your hit the ‘sing’ button.” Jimmy challenged you as he explained the next activity, to the left of you a small table with both buttons and a mic was set up, you accepted and started the challenge; the game went like this; Dynamite, dance; Mic Drop, dance; No more dream, dance; Daechwita, sing/rap; the crowd was super hyped and Jimmy was loving your energy and the way you executed the songs perfectly, suddenly you recognized Euphoria being played, you clicked the sing button and you started to complete the lyrics as the music was switched to ‘karaoke mode’… you started to sing and suddenly you heard a voice behind you singing with you, and you couldn’t even turn around to prove yourself you were not mistaken, you knew that voice too well, the live audience was losing it, the crew looked excited, you went numb, you looked back and it seemed like a joke, a complete dream…..

The seven guys were coming out from behind the curtain, being led by Jungkook, he was singing the bridge of the song, mic in hand and just looking at you. Your knees gave out and you curled on your knees as you cried on your knees, ‘there is no way’, you could even begin to process what was going on, The boys were a little shy and stayed behind you as Jimmy lifted you from the floor and made you look at them.....

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PART 4 > HERE

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beatricethecat2 · 3 years

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"Chill for a minute! You're making me nervous," Myka says.

"I'll not miss the performance because of a third-rate watchman," Helena huffs.

"Abigail said she'd sort this out."

"Abigail got us into this."

"She didn't slug him."

"He tackled me."

"You grabbed the book and ran."

"And I'd have succeeded were it not for that wandering child," Helena gruffs. "Who brings a child to theater?"

"You wouldn't have brought Christina?"

"Were she old enough and properly dressed, yes. That child was in dungarees."

"They probably came to see the exhibition not the matinee—"

"We're not dressed properly either," Helena grumbles, swiping dirt off a pant leg.

"Theater's not as formal as it used to be. And you did put your hair up," Myka says, flashing a feeble smile.

"And now it's mussed. It wasn't much to look at to begin with." Helena fusses with her bun.

"Hey, I think you look really nice," Myka says, reaching over, stilling Helena's hands.

"This is hardly theater attire."

"It's the Oregon Shakespeare Festival not the Met Opera."

"Attending the theater used to mean something." Helena's hands drop to her lap.

"It still does, but not corsets and gowns." Myka raises a brow. "Would you have worn a dress if this was a real date?"

"I very well may have. I'd certainly have made more of an effort."

"A nineteenth or twenty-first century effort?

"May I not embody both?"

"Yeah, but I'm just noticing you sort of default to the nineteenth when you're around me."

"And you disapprove."

"No. It think it's kind of sweet. I like that you don't have to hide who you are with me." Myka bumps her shoulder into Helena's.

"And to think, I once yearned to live in a future such as this. I'd no clue how exhausting it'd be being out of time."

"It'll get easier," Myka says, meeting Helena's unsure gaze. She leans towards Helena and Helena follows suit, their lips nearly touching when a door slamming in the distance halts the action.

"So, um...when's the last time you saw Shakespeare?" Myka asks, recomposing herself.

Helena thinks back. "Hamlet, in Stratford; Sarah Bernhardt as lead. We'd travelled specifically to see her, as it was unusual for a woman to play a male's part. She was her bombastic self, but watching Shakespeare translated into French was odd. I may have opinions about the American accent as well."

"Oh you will."

"Flipping through those gravures on display really took me back. Then the cabinet cards...are you familiar with those actors?"

"No."

"Such a shame," Helena says, pushing up from her slouch to sit upright. "Ellen Terry, she who worked so very hard to elevate the acting profession for women and men; Lillie Langtree, the beauty who pulled her reputation up from the mud through her craft; Violet Vanbrugh, locked in competition with her sister for the spotlight...celebrities, one and all, yet seeing them now, they feel like lost friends."

Helena sighs deeply and looks away. "When I snatched the book, my mind was no longer present. Hence the guard getting a jump on me."

"It's going to work out," Myka says, flashing a comforting smile.

"How exactly is Abigail remedying this? I heard little of your hushed conversation earlier," Helena says, narrowing her eyes at Myka.

"She's convincing them to put it back so we can swap it with a copy she's sending."

"Could she not have done so previously?"

"With Artie out of town, she's scrambling to keep up."

"How exactly is she convincing them?"

"She's, um..." Myka looks down at her lap and adjusts her wrist watch. "Do you actually need to know?"

"I do now," Helena says, swerving in her seat to face Myka.

"She's posing as your therapist."

"And I'm a babbling idiot."

"No...our pitch is you're obsessed with Victoriana."

"Convenient," Helena grumbles, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Do you want to see the play or not?"

"What do you think?"

"I think we wouldn't be here at all if Abigail hadn't asked us to snag volume nine of 'The Illustrated Library of Shakespeare.' And I think she'll fix this for now so we can see a play like two normal people who see plays. We'll worry about the book tomorrow."

Helena's scowl stays firmly in place.

"I'll make it up to you tonight at the hotel," Myka says, eyes pleading.

"Placating me for performing the Warehouse's bidding is not in the least desirable—"

"Ooh, look, he's coming out," Myka says, patting Helena's leg as she rises to talk to the head of security. "Stay here."

Helena stays put but her scowl grows all consuming.

-END SCENE-

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Bering and Wells: Field Trip ("Warehouse 13" Season 5 replacement) Season 1: Episode 7 Title: Oregon: To one thing constant never

Summary: With Warehouse staff stretched thin, Myka and Helena are asked to dash from Myka's parents to The Oregon Shakespeare Festival. The pickup hits a snag when Helena, lost in memories, bungles the retrieval. Emotions run high when Helena reveals an unshakable impulse that threatens their newfound bliss.

Previously: Episode 1, Episode 2, Episode 3, Episode 4, Episode 5, Episode 6

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BONUS SCENE

The next day, in the parking in the lot of the festival, freshly off the phone from the Warehouse, Myka turns to Helena.

"Artie's booking us a flight. He wants us to bring the book in person—"

"We are not altering our plans again," Helena sneers. "He can pick it up from us."

"I think he needs it sooner," Myka mumbles. "It'll be quick, just a day or two. Maybe we can push our bookings up?"

"As if that's worked in the past."

"True," Myka says, shoulders slumping as she sighs defeatedly. "Then we'll skip Mendocino and head straight to San Francisco from there. I'll grab some of my stuff since we might stay in the city longer." She turns the key, revving the car to life.

"I'll drive to Mendocino and meet you in San Francisco. You go on to the Warehouse."

"But Artie said you can come," Myka explains, looking over her shoulder, backing out of their parking spot. She puts the car in drive and moves towards the exit.

"There's no reason for me to do so."

"But you haven't met Abigail. Or Steve, really. Plus Claudia's dying to see you—"

"Myka, I can't."

Myka steps on the brake and turns to face Helena. "Is this a Regent thing? Because Artie wouldn't have said you could come if you couldn't."

"It's not a Regent thing."

"Then what?" Myka huffs.

"We've not time to discuss this now."

"Then tell me the abbreviated version."

A honk from behind jolts them both.

"Alright, alright!" Myka grumbles, pulling out of the parking lot and onto the road.

"You go on. I'll follow our plan," Helena says. "I wish to feel the land shifting underfoot, as if Elizabeth, Christina, and I had made our way through California in my own day."

"Wouldn't that have been on a train? Or a carriage maybe?" Myka asks.

"Is a car not the modern equivalent?"

"I guess," Myka says, her face the picture of concern. "You know, most of San Francisco was destroyed in the 1906 earthquake. There's not much left from back then."

"No matter. It's the spirit in which it's encountered."

"Then I want to 'encounter' it with you."

"Then have them pick the book up from us. You're not obligated to obey their every beck and call."

"I guess not," Myka says, frowning as she stops at a red light.

"Their prerogative led us to rush here, waylaying our plans," Helena presses.

"And the plays."

"Which we may have seen, in our own time, had we not been browbeaten into a retrieval—"

"We weren't browbeaten, we were helping Abigail—"

"The light's green."

"I see that," Myka grumps, the car jerking forward as she presses on the gas too hard. "So that's why you won't come with me? You're mad we came here in the first place?"

"It more than that. My relationship with the Warehouse must remain distant. Better if I retain none at all."

"How exactly is that going to work? Because I live there."

"I'd rather not discuss this while you're driving."

"Then I'll stop." Myka flips her turn signal and veers left at an intersection. She swings into a parking lot turns off the engine. "You said I'm your One. That we're partners."

"You are both of those things to me."

"But you can't come to the Warehouse, maybe ever? Explain." Myka shifts in her seat to face Helena as fully as possible.

"I've come to understand distance may be the only remedy for certain...triggers."

"What triggers?"

"Where to start?"

"Anywhere, really," Myka gruffs, holding onto Helena's petulant gaze.

"A hundred years in bronze weighs heavy on one's soul."

"You were fine there before."

"Was I?"

"You said it was your tether!"

"I'd have said anything to—"

"Gain access, dupe everyone, and destroy the world. I know." Myka scowls. "But you wouldn't do that again."

"That's no longer my vice," Helena says.

"Then what is?"

Helena looks off into the distance. "A secondary plan, utilizing artifacts catalogued since my bronzing."

"W-What kind of plan?" Myka says, her back straightening.

"One in which Christina would be returned to me."

"Wait, you tried again when you were there?"

"How could I not?" Helena laments. "I've hatched countless schemes since."

"But you said you'd made peace with not having kids."

"Moving forward. But I may never find true peace with Christina's passing. Apparently, it's not uncommon."

"How do you know?"

"At the precinct, after particularly gruesome cases, they conducted psychological evaluations. I'd breezed through most, but one in particular, concerning the death of a little girl, was difficult to shake."

"Oh, Helena." Myka scoots forward and takes hold of Helena's hand. "What happened?"

"I recounted my story, albeit heavily modified, and learned about triggers. Avoiding them entirely was an acceptable solution, so the Warehouse...but you? You were a conundrum."

"I was a trigger, too." Myka slips her hand from Helena's but Helena grabs it back.

"You remained a symbol of hope, of all that was good in this world. I ached to be near you but feared disappointing you again. When you turned up in Montreal, I was drumming up the courage to approach you."

"But you weren't there yet."

"I wasn't," Helena says, squeezing Myka's hand. "Asking you to separate yourself from your home, from your calling, was difficult to justify. But after hearing of your illness, nothing else mattered but being by your side."

Helena cups Myka's jaw and strokes her cheek with a thumb. "But I must protect myself, and you, from those demons."

Helena shifts closer and guides their lips together. Their kiss lingers until Myka's phone rings.

"Artie," Myka says, answering in an instant. "We can't come. We'll keep the the book safe until someone can pick it up—"

Myka moves the phone away from her ear at Arties loud volume.

"Ok, ok! But H.G.'s not coming. Put me on a flight."

Myka places her hand over the microphone and glances at Helena. "He said Mrs. Frederic's there and 'needs it yesterday'—"

She's interrupted by Artie chiming in.

"I'm not taking a flight with two connections because it leaves tonight! Put me on a red eye."

Grumbling emanates from the other side of the phone.

"Five-thirty's fine. Send me the details."

More grumbling, then silence. Myka hangs up the phone.

"Artie seems his usual congenial self—"

"I'm really proud of you," Myka blurts, turning to face Helena again.

"Whatever for?" Helena asks, head tilting, brow furrowing.

"For fighting your demons on your own. Though I wish we'd been doing it together."

"From now on, we shall," Helena says, meeting Myka halfway as she leans in for another kiss.

Hands reach across the console, twining in hair, groping at necks, arms, shoulders, as if the space between them is too great.

Minutes later, a tap on the window jerks them apart.

"Ma'ams, bank won't open again until 9AM," a man says as Helena rolls down the window. "I'm going to have to ask to come back tomorrow."

"Bank?" Myka croaks, scanning the parking lot, eyes locking on a glowing sign at its entrance. "Oh, bank."

"Terribly sorry officer. We pulled over to take a call before becoming...distracted," Helena explains.

"Just a security guard, ma'am. But I'd appreciate it if you move on. I didn't want to disturb you but my manager's going to wonder why you were here so long."

"Nothing nefarious, I assure you. We'd have been stealthier were anything afoot," Helena says with a wink.

"Helena!"

"Just reassuring the boy."

"We didn't mean to....we were just..." Myka stumbles over a more direct explanation.

"We've been granted one more night together before our separation."

"But we do have a hotel room."

"And mere hours before I'm to deliver you to the airport."

"True." Myka's lips push together, her face contorting into one of a new understanding. "Not enough hours. We should go."

"Thank you again for accommodating us," Helena says to the security guard.

"Um, sure?" he says as Helena rolls up the window.

"We'll make this work," Myka says, slipping a hand over Helena's thigh as she drives away. "I know we can."

"I adore your enthusiasm," Helena says, covering Myka's hand with her own, threading their fingers together.

-END-

-TBC-

NOTES: A quick reminder - this Christina is the daughter of Helena's original "One" back in the 1800's - Elizabeth. I think that story is in the second installment of this series. Also note this text probably pretty rough as I'm out of town and have sporadic internet (remember DSL?) and so haven't been able to use my usual text checkers (let me know if anything's super bad!) I'm putting it up now so I won't fuss over it as I'd like to not fuss over *anything* this week. Also, the first manip is one of my favorites - there's only one I can think of that tops it, but it's not public yet (I think you'll know when you see it.) Anyway, here are some of the people HG mentioned. And here are some of the amazing panoramas of the SF earthquake. Also Sarah Bernhardt - look her up, she was *quite* the character.

#BERING AND WELLS #w13 #fan fiction #roadtrip!AU #fan art #Myka Bering #Helena HG Wells #canon divergent #sorry this took so long to finish!#really happy to get this out there finally #I had to get my head back into it #going to try to get next one up sooner #as once the semester starts (in three weeks)#everything will be nuts for awhile #but we'll see once I'm back home and not on vacation!

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