Twisted Minds: Act II- Chapter Twenty-Three Naka-Choko
TW: Crime scenes, Gore, Implied Death, Death, Cannibalism, Guns, SMUT!!, UNPROTECTED SEX, oral (M and F), PIV,
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HANNIBAL LECTER'S HOUSE - DINING ROOM - NIGHT-
Hannibal is facing Will and Y/N across the dining table. Y/N is sitting in a chair with an emotionless stare. Positioned as one would a queen. RANDALL TIER'S CORPSE Lies across the table. His head lolling at an unnatural angle. A piece of paper is pinned to his chest. On it is written: "Return to Sender." Finally Will steps out of the shadows:
“I'd say this makes us even. I sent someone to kill you, you sent someone to kill me. Even-steven.” Will says, He places a hand on my shoulder. Theres still blood splatter on my face. Like red freckles. I can still feel the tearing of skin, the break of bone, the death of an animal. “Consider it an act of reciprocity. One positive action begets another.”
“Polite society normally puts such taboos on taking a life.” I speak up, the look on my face could rival that of my mother. If i could see my face im sure it’d be same as the one my mother wore before she stalked towards me 12 years ago. Hannibal tilts his head. She’s different. “Without death, we'd be at a loss. It's the prospect of death that drives us to greatness. Did you kill him with your hands?”
Will holds up his bloody, bruised knuckles. “It was very intimate.”
“It deserves intimacy. You were Randall Tier's final enemy.”
They sit at one end of the dining room table, Randall Tier's body still splayed across it. Hannibal removes Will's hands from the Epsom salts bath, drying them. Will stares absently as Hannibal treats his wounds. Hannibal clocks the retreat. o inside, Will. “You'll want to retreat, you'll want it as we want to jump from balconies, as the glint of the rails tempts us when we hear the approaching train.” Hannibal applies salve to the cuts and bruises on Will's hands, gently rubbing the ointment into his open wounds.
“Stay with me.” Hannibal says as he carefully wraps gauze bandages around Will's hands. “Where else would we go?” I say softly. Its not a question. Its a statement.
“You have everywhere to go. As long as you buttress your mind against deterring forces like guilt. You should be quite pleased. I am.” Will stares at Randall Tier's body on the table before him. “Of course you are.”
“When you were killing Randall, did you fantasize you were killing me?”
“Yes.” That makes Hannibal smile. “Most of what we do, most of what we believe, is motivated by death.”
“I don't think I've ever felt more alive than when I was killing him.”
“Then you owe Randall Tier a debt. How will you repay him?” Will considers that...I smirk with a wicked idea.
MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY - DINOSAUR ROOM - NIGHT-
The large room is dark. Overhead lights begin to FLICKER to life, and the exhibits come into view. Moving through the long-dead fossils, FASTER AND FASTER – Until we find DROPS OF BLOOD, thick and viscous, on the floor.
RANDALL TIER'S HEAD or, more specifically, the top of it. It has been taken off at the TOP JAW. And placed atop the skull of the SABERTOOTH CAT Randall was building A nightmarish form of a man's head, EYES STARING, with the savage fangs and lower jaw of the great predator. the creature is now a nightmarish hybrid.
The cat's skeletal torso meets Randall's arms and legs, which have been used to replace the cat's limbs. The BLOODY FLESH at odds with the bare ivory of the bone. A grotesque amalgamation of man and beast, of long-dead bones and recently-living flesh…
Will and Y/N take it in as they approach. Jack Crawford and Hannibal Lecter follow close behind the couple. “His killer chose not to dispose of his body, but to display it.” Jack says, I tilt my head at my work. I think i finally understand the beauty of the gruesome fate called death. Its an art. One to be perfected.
“A jarring reminder of death's informality.” Hannibal says as he gazes at the couple, proud of who’ve they grown to be, who he helped them become. “Randall Tier was denied a respectable end that he himself denied others.” Jack says as he watches Hannibal.
“Dissection is disgrace. This is a humiliation, a final indignity. t mocking him. This isn't disdain. He's commemorating him.” Hannibal says, Commemoration? No. I wanted to show the beast he felt on the inside to the world. “This killer has no fear for the consequences of what he's done.’
“No guilt.” Will Graham approaches the Randall-tooth display, leaving Jack and Hannibal behind. The ORGANIC HUM of his CIRCULATORY SYSTEM grows loud in his ears. HE CLOSES HIS EYES. A PENDULUM swings in the BLACKNESS of his mind. FWUM. FWUM.
his eyes open --
The museum is now dark, FALLING AWAY TO BLACKNESS, a void beyond the Randall-tooth and The couple. “Hello again.” A DISEMBODIED VOICE, both in the room and in Will's head:
“Come closer.” Will takes a step closer, but evidently not close enough. “Closer. I want to see you.” the Randall-tooth's face, the freakish maw, into the eyes as they OPEN. He reacts to a heavy sound, something is moving in the darkness around him. An unseen beast's FOOTSTEPS circle him.”Can you see you?”
“Clearer and clearer. You forced me to kill you.”
“I didn't force you to enjoy it. She made me a monument.’ Will moves around the Randall-tooth, movement in the shadows opposite whatever is circling, tracking his movements. it is Randall Tier (no mauling suit), naked, primal, in the shadows, a haunting silhouette. “You're welcome.”
“The monument is not to me. It's to you. This is pride.”
“She gave you what you want. This is who you are. What you feel finally matches the reality of what She see’s.”
“This is my becoming.” Randall Tier finally steps out of the shadows, revealing mandible-like tusks hang where his jaw should be. A nightmare inverse of the Randall-tooth, in human form. “And yours.” Will shakes his head, this is not his becoming. “This is Our design.’
The lights are once more bright on the crime scene. Jack and Hannibal step INTO FOCUS behind Them, like the angel and devil on their shoulders. We are back --
Will turns to Jack and Hannibal. “He knew his killer. There is a familiarity here. It was someone
who met him, understood him. It was someone like him. Different pathology, same instinct.”
“His killer empathized with him?”
“You mistake empathy for understanding, Jack. If there's anything, it's envy.” I say softly, i finally turn around to face them. “Envy?’
“Randall Tier came into his own much easier than whoever killed him.”
“This is a fledgling killer. He's never killed before, not like this.” Hannibal says, no Will has never killed like this. “No, not like this. This is the nightmare that followed him out of his dreams.” Hannibal inscrutably fascinated with his subject --
HANNIBAL LECTER'S OFFICE - NIGHT-
Hannibal sits still in the chair as Will Graham moves around him, picking things up, putting them down. Amped somehow. An athlete after the race, adrenalin still coursing his system. Y/N sits in the chair across from the man. She looks different, not physically but her demeanor and aura is different. She’s in more control, no longer helpless. Finally the true color of the butterfly had been revealed. “You're playing a dangerous game.”
“We once caught a killer who went to his victims' funerals just so he could console their loved ones.”
“Jack Crawford is no grieving widow. Not so long ago, we were both suspects for crimes just like this.” Will turns to Hannibal: “That's why I can't be a suspect this time. Or you. When you framed Chilton, you exonerated me and yourself. He was the broom that swept our tracks.” Hannibal does not react to this. Instead: “Why didn't you dispose of the body? It was the prudent course.”
“Randall deserved to be seen.” I cross my legs, if my Heels didnt have redbottoms, they’d be red with blood. “Randall, or you and Will’s work on him?” Hannibal says softly, I smile. Its not sweet anymore its predatory, one that could rival Hannibal’s. “You called it "artistry." Is that how you see your own efforts?” Will says as his hands grace my shoulders.
“I also called it "savagery." You mutilated the body. Displayed it.” Hannibal says as he observes us. “The Butterfly has left the cocoon, Dr. Lecter. Spreading her wings.” I say softly, poised.
“A newly fledged Butterfly is at his most vulnerable. she can fly, but she has to learn to hunt.” Hannibal tilts his head in observation.
“And they learn via imitation. There is a mantra in medical tuition you must know: watch one,
do one, teach one. I've seen plenty, Dr. Lecter.” Will says as he brushes my hair to one side. Hannibal doesn't answer to that. Instead: “How did it feel? To manipulate what was a living man into a message all of your own.”
“Like I wasn't finished till I had.” I say as Will fixes the zipper of my dress. Pulling it up all the way. Hannibal absorbs this. “Did you take a trophy too, Will?”
“A memento of my first rodeo? What do you think?”
“I think it would be the act of a serial killer.” Hannibal fixes his gaze on the way the couple are so openly intimate in front of him. No longer shy. “By definition, one body doesn't make me a serial killer.”
FREDDIE LOUNDS'S HOTEL ROOM - DAY-
Freddie now sits at the table, opposite Will, checking her recorder as Will scans the wall. ”I raised the ante on my publishing deal. There's been movie interest. Hollywood is a fine place for the obnoxious and wealthy.’ Freddie smirks, she loves the future she thinks she will behold. “You're not wealthy, Freddie.”
“I will be. I'm a pariah among journalists because I took a different faith. But I'm putting that faith in you.” Will finally sits at the table and she presses "record." “Let's talk Chesapeake Ripper. Frederick Chilton. Who knew?”
“Who knew.”
“No one did. Nobody would. Not even you. You were so certain the Chesapeake Ripper was Hannibal Lecter, you tried to kill him.” Will takes that in stride, calmly correcting her: “You neglected to say "allegedly."”
“No, I didn't. Dr. Lecter's your psychiatrist again. What's up with that?”
“I was wrong about him. That's what's up with that.”
“Maybe you were. Maybe you weren't.”
“Chilton was the Chesapeake Ripper.”
“The Chesapeake Ripper had surgical skills Frederick Chilton did not.”
“They have the same profile.”
“Except Dr. Chilton was a woeful surgeon. Dangerous, even. I've been chatting with his old medical school chums. They say he fled to psychiatry to avoid embarrassment.” Will stares at her, considering her, then: “My story with the Chesapeake Ripper already has an ending, Freddie.”
“Mine doesn't. Do you really think Dr. Chilton killed Abigail Hobbs? I don't. Even if I let this story go, I'll never let that go.”
“Trust me, Freddie. Neither will I.”
“It's too bad Dr. Chilton was shot in the face. He's not exactly in the position to defend himself.
Yet somehow, here you are in the position to defend Hannibal Lecter.” Freddie studies Will, curious what he's hiding…
WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - NIGHT-
A KNOCKING at the door. Move through the house with Will and Y/N to find – MARGOT VERGER At the door. She looks gorgeous, demure and softer than usual. Will smiles and lets her in. She waves a bottle of whiskey. “I've come to replenish your stores.”
I watch the woman walk into our home. We sit by the fire, drinking the whiskey. “Reasoning makes us human, but questioning the nature of our humanity makes us miserable.” Margot says, taking a sip of her whiskey.
“I'll drink to that.” I smirk, the whiskey blushes my skin. “What happened to your window?” She tilts her head. “A stag got lost in the storm. Came through the window. Got a few scratches getting him out.” Will says, we both know its not true.
WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - NIGHT-
Margot left. with the way she kept looking Will up and down made me question if she truly didnt have a proclivity for his parts. I go into me and Will's shared bedroom. I need him. savagely, delicately, lovingly.....i just need him. Watching the Kill of the previous night had riled me up. Once he's in the room I begin to unbutton my blouse and Will gently takes my hands and stops me.
He then starts to unbutton my blouse himself, removing it, revealing an old scar across My bicep. Below it, other scars blemish my skin. “Who did this to you?”
“My Mother.” I say softly, As Will runs his fingers over her scars, I unbutton his shirt, revealing the raw, red gouges from Randall Tier's claws. My hand moves across his chest to the jagged button scar where Jack Crawford shot him.
My hand slides down to the waist of his pants. He takes my wrist, stopping me, then slowly pulls me toward the bed. I feel myself becoming warm. Our lips graze not yet enveloping the others kiss. His arms wrap around me and he kisses me, hard.
I pull his body down on mine, feeling the heat of his skin. I run my hand over the rough stubble on his face. I look up at him, his blue eyes are staring deep into mine. They're so beautiful, and right now, they're filled with desire. I bite his bottom lip, pulling his mouth down to meet mine.
His tongue finds it's way into my mouth. His kisses move down my neck, then to the tops of my breasts. I run my fingers through his hair and pull his mouth to my nipple. I've always had larger breasts. Will begins sucking and nipping at them, causing a soft moan to escape from my lips.
My nipples harden under his touch, sending a surge of warmth straight to my pussy. He slides his hands down to the waistband of my Slacks, unbuttons and unzips them. I lift my hips as he slowly pulls them off. The cool air feels good on my heated skin.
He pulls his pants off and I can see the outline of his cock in his boxers. It's already hard and waiting for me. I can't wait any longer. I slide my hand into his boxers, taking his cock in my hand. He's not a large man, but he's well endowed and he knows how to use what he's been blessed with. I pump him a few times before he pulls my hand out.
He growls against my lips and kisses me again. Then he moves back to my nipples, giving each one a quick tug before kissing his way down to my panties. I'm soaked already. he hooks his finger on the side of my panties and slides them off. He looks down at me, naked, lying in his bed.
"So beautiful."
He lays between my legs, kissing and nipping at the inside of my thighs. His hands gripping my hips at a bruising grip. My pussy is aching for his touch. He teases me, moving closer and closer to my cunt, then moving back. He places my leg over his shoulder, spreading me wide. He looks up at me, a wicked grin on his face, before sliding his tongue between my folds.
A moan escapes my lips and my back arches off the bed as his tongue enters me. His tongue explores, moving up and down, teasing my clit, then plunging deep into my cunt. I'm squirming under him, moaning, begging for more. He places a finger at my entrance, then slowly inserts it.
He moves it in and out a few times, then adds another finger. He begins pumping them in and out as he sucks on my clit. My pussy tightens around his long fingers and I can feel myself getting close. "Fuck...Will," I moan, "I'm gonna-"
Before I can finish, my orgasm hits, causing my whole body to shudder. He slows down, bringing me down from my climax, then removes his fingers. He looks up at me, my wetness on his chin. He wipes it away, then crawls up next to me, pulling me into his arms.
I place my hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat. He's still hard and throbbing. I want to take care of him. I kiss his neck, and work my way down his chest, kissing and sucking. Leaving lovely bruises. I continue downward, kissing his hip bones, then taking his cock in my hand.
I look up at him, his blue eyes are hooded with desire. I slowly lick the tip, tasting the precum, then take him in my mouth. I bob up and down on him, taking him as deep as I can. I swirl my tongue around the head, then take him back in. I never take my eyes off him. The etheral being that he was deserved to be worshipped. Though i’m sure he’d say the same about me.
"Baby." He groans. I look up at him, his hand in my hair. "You're gonna make me cum."
I keep going, picking up the pace, wanting him to cum. I love the feeling of his cock in my mouth, his taste. His breath quickens and his grip on my hair tightens.
"Fuck." He pulls me off quickly. "I want to cum inside of you."
I move back up to him, kissing him, letting him taste himself on my tongue. He rolls over, laying me on my back. He spreads my legs, settling between them. He rubs the head of his cock along my slit, then slowly pushes in.
We both let out a moan. He feels so good inside me. He starts slow, then picks up the pace.
He leans down and kisses me, hard. "God, baby, you're so fucking wet."
"It's all for you, Will."
He starts thrusting harder and faster, hitting the spot deep inside that drives me crazy. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper. My nails dig into his back "Oh god, Will...fuck me."
"I'm not going to last much longer, baby. I'm so close."
"I want you to cum inside me, Will. I want to feel you."
Will thrusts harder, hitting that spot with every stroke. My pussy tightens and I feel another orgasm building.
"Oh god...Will, I'm gonna cum."
"That's it, baby, cum for me."
I cum hard, moaning his name. He thrusts a few more times, then I feel him cum deep inside me.
We lay there, panting, for a few minutes, then he pulls out and lays next to me. He pulls me into his arms, holding me close. I listen to his heartbeat slow, and feel his breath even out. I look up at him. His eyes are closed and a small smile is playing on his lips.
He opens his eyes, looking at me. He leans down and kisses me softly. "I love you, Y/N." I kiss him back, "I love you too, Will."
WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - DAY-
Freddie Lounds exiting her car with a bag. Will's house in the background.
Freddie stands on Will's veranda, peers through the door. Can see THE DOGS, but no Will Graham. She KNOCKS again. She tries the door, pushes. It doesn't open. Freddie moves off the veranda, peers through windows. Looks under the house. An opportunity she may not get again.
WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - SHED - DAY-
Freddie Lounds now stands in front of the large doors. A hefty PADLOCK on the bolt. She pulls LOCK PICKS from her bag and deftly starts to work the lock. THE LOCK PICK slides into the lock with a TENSION WRENCH. INSIDE THE KEYWAY the lock pick maneuvers around WARDS. THE LOCK PINS are adjusted into position. THE LOCK turns.
Light floods in as the doors open and Freddie Lounds steps in, silhouetted against the light behind. She moves into the shed, bag over her shoulder. Old carpentry wood, a stack of firewood logs, boxes of ancient fishing tackle. Ancient machinery. And RANDALL TIER'S
MAULING SUIT. It hangs like a skinned animal from a beam. Without thinking, Freddie absently pulls out her camera and takes a few pictures. In the BURST OF LIGHT from her flash, Freddie notices something.
She studies the bones closer. The bear skull glowering at her, the claws hang on either
side, bloody and stained. She glances around the room and continues taking pictures of every detail of the space. AN INDUSTRIAL FREEZER Freddie examines the lock and retrieves her lock pick kit.
INSIDE THE FREEZER A DOZEN PAPER-WRAPPED FISH fill the freezer. A HORSESHOESHAPED PAPER-WRAPPED FISH catches Freddie's eye. Unlike the other fish, it's in a plastic bag. Freddie opens the bag and retrieves the horseshoe-wrapped fish, unwrapping it and revealing it is a HUMAN JAW. The DOOR OPENS BEHIND HER, flooding the room with light. Freddie startles, turning to see Y/N silhouetted behind her.
WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - SHED - DAY-
Freddie stares at Y/N in horror as he calmly closes the door behind him, blocking her way out. Freddie goes for the revolver in her bag. Pulls it free, points. “There really is a very good explanation for all of this.”
“I don't want to hear it.” Y/N takes a menacing step closer. “You're not the least bit curious?”
“Get away from the door.”
“I can't let you go, Freddie. Not without hearing what I have to say.” takes another step “I know you're scared. Only have to be scared just a little bit longer.” raises her hand “Give me the gun.”
She takes a final step and Freddie FIRES. BANG. The bullet raises SPLINTERS off the wall, narrowly missing Y/N. Will BARGES IN AND CHARGES, violently slamming into Freddie.
BANG-BANG-BANG, Freddie keeps firing until Will wrenches the gun from her hand. She chops her foot hard down his instep and scrambles away. Will bolts after her, slamming into the
wall as he slips on the cold floor. Freddie is nearly to the door as Will grabs her by the back
of the head, snatching a fistful of red hair. Y/N just observes. Watches with a smile.
Freddie's hand comes from her bag with PEPPER SPRAY. She blasts Will with it. Will lets go of her, hands to his eyes...
WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - SHED - DAY-
As she comes bursting from the shed. Running for her life. Toward her car. Cell phone in one hand. Freddie CLICKS her keys and the car opens and she dives inside. TIGHT ON FREDDIE trying to control her panic as she CLICKS the doors locked. Her cell phone to her ear as she starts the car as we hear her call get connected --
“Jack Crawford.” BEEP. “Ja-AHHHHHH.” SMASH!
The side window bursts inward at Freddie, spraying broken glass and revealing Will swinging an IRON BAR. Freddie SCREAMS as she is YANKED violently out of the car. PAN DOWN from Freddie, as she's dragged screaming from the car, to the cell phone, call timer counting the seconds… FREDDIE'S SCREAMING
BAU - JACK CRAWFORD'S OFFICE - DAY-
As Jack Crawford plays the recorded message for Alana, Y/N, Hannibal and Will.
They listen grimly to the sound of ragged breath, the car door, the smash and then the scream.
“Freddie Lounds left this message for me three hours ago. Her cell signal's dead now. Last call was traced to the nearest phone tower.” looks to Will “In Wolf Trap, Virginia. We have her on security cameras at a gas station, filling her car. Six miles from your farm.”
“Freddie was supposed to interview me. She never showed up.” Will is gazing at Y/N. Alana is looking at Will closely. Hannibal is watching Alana. “Why are you granting interviews to Freddie Lounds?” Jack furrows his brows. “I owed her one.”
“Surely, Freddie Lounds has more enemies than Will.” I say with a oblivious enough look. “Not in Wolf Trap, Virginia.”
“I live in the middle of nowhere, Jack. If someone wanted to take her, it'd be a good place to do it.’ Alana looks at Will and Hannibal. Decides she has to speak. “Freddie was investigating a story about Will and Hannibal committing murders together. There's no reason to believe her, but someone believed Freddie was a threat.” Alana truly wondering what she believes --
HANNIBAL LECTER'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT-
Will Graham is organizing our groceries on the counter as Hannibal looks on. Onions, assorted bell peppers, garlic cloves, tomatoes, potatoes and ginger are ready for prep. “We provide the ingredients, you tell us what we should do with them.” Hannibals eyes trail to Me. Like he knows something we dont. But what?
“What's the meat?” Hannibal asks as he turns his eyes back to Will. “What do you think?” I ask softly with a smirk. Hannibal smiles at that. Cuts the string and unrolls the paper to reveal a LOIN OF MEAT. Long and slim. He bends and smells it. Hannibal looks up at Y/N with a smile. Because he knows what this is. He looks proud. “Red meat, but only just. Veal? Pork, perhaps?”
“She was a slim and delicate pig.” Will says, he kisses my cheek. And oh was she delightful to kill. “I'll make you a pork lomo saltado. We'll make it together.” Hannibal hands Will a knife and nods to the chopping board. Will grabs the ginger root among the ingredients.
“You slice the ginger.” Hannibal looks at Y/N closely now. Intent.
HANNIBAL LECTER'S HOUSE - DINING ROOM - NIGHT-
Will, Y/N and Hannibal at the table -- beautifully-presented plates before them. Hannibal smiles, watches Will as he raises a forkful of the meat and eats it. Hannibal is satisfied. Takes a mouthful himself and savors it. He knows the flavor. No hiding it. He looks at the Couple.
“The meat has an interesting flavor. It's bracing. Notes of citrus.” Will savors the flavors of the dish. “My palate isn't as refined as yours.”
“Apart from humane considerations, it's more flavorful for animals to be stress-free prior to slaughter. This animal tastes frightened.” Hannibal says knowingly, I savor the euphoric taste of the meat. This time its a choice i’ve made. Not one made for me. And I relish with the thoughs of who its Supposed to be.
Will quirks an eyebrow. “What does "frightened" taste like?”
“It's acidic.”
“The meat is bitter about being dead.” I say with a playful smirk. Hannibal is amused by that notion. “This meat isn't pork.” I shake my head. “It's long pig.” Will takes a bite. Hannibal watches him intently, proud.
“You can't reduce me to a set of influences. I'm not the product of anything. I've given up good and evil for behaviorism.” Will says,”I’ve inheirently never had behaviorism for good and evil, I was raised that way. Mommy’s little Grave digger….” I quip with distaste for my mother.
“Then you can't say that I'm evil.”
“You're destructive. Same thing.”
“Evil's just destructive? Storms are evil, if it's that simple. And we have fire, and then there's hail. Underwriters lump it all under "Acts of God." Is this meal an act of God?” Hannibal takes a final bite
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could you do some aaron t/aaron z headcanons pls!
omg yes ofc !! ty for the request <333 since 3 ppl requested aaron² hc's (nothing specific) im gonna put all ur requests into this once post !!
tags: @i-need-a-slurpee @hrts4ariana ( note as of writing: this was a draft from 1719817282 years ago so if u forgot abt this n no longer wanted to be tagged im sorry🥲 )
as i mentioned in this post, they both adore musicals, especially hamilton
aaron² hc's !!
reblogs appreciated + reqs open <3
they like listening to the soundtracks together when they hangout
sometimes when there's a musical near where they are on tour they go together in their free time
u didn't hear it from me but they held hands during one of these musicals bc the room was dark n they thought noone would notice
as bros, ofc.. homies hold hands during musicals !!
they totally sing non-stop from hamilton together its cannon bc i say so
anyway enough abt hamilton for now
there was def mutual pining
they were both like "fuckidishcoaoxjaoa he just thinks of me as a friend"
"friend" NO HE WANTS U SO BAD -God probably idk
the way they attempted to "drop hints":
t tried to make z laugh a lot, even more than he usually did
pranks became less extreme than they normally were, he wanted to surprise him, not scare him to death like he used to
z would, although he denies this, try to do basketball tricks to impress t whenever he is at the basketball court w him
both of them went to jesse for advice, not knowing the other was doing the same
"hey jesse uhm- what should i do if, theoretically, ihavearlybigcrushonsomeonewhoiveknownforawhilebutithinktheyseemeasafriendandireallyreallyREALLYwannabemorebutidontwannaruinourfriendship????" -t
"...what?" -jesse
needless to say jesse was confused as hell
he sent him off w some advice after t slowed down enough for him to understand, then about 15 minutes later z came rambling about the same thing
"JESSE YOU'RE A HIT WITH THE LADIES, AND THE GAYS, AND..BASICALLY ANYONE. HOW DO I FLIRT WITH SOMEONE IVE KNOWN FOR AGES WHO IM PRETTY SURE SEES ME AS JUST A FRIEND?????" -z
thats what made it click for jesse, n he just laughed at the realization
giving him the same advice he gave t, he snickered at the idea of the aarons having a crush on eachother but being too stupid blind to see the feelings were mutual
"thanks jess!!" -z to jesse, running off
"yeah no problem man hehehshshehsh goodluck! HEHEHHEHE"
building up as much courage as he could, z eventually made the first move a few days later
he asked t if he'd like to join him for a musical that would take place at a nearby theater, n he gladly accepted
little did t know where this would lead <33 achoo anyways
as the lights dimmed during a 'romantic' scene, aaron z took t's hand in his own n (quietly) confessed his feelings towards his long-time bestfriend
saying t was happy would be an understatement
the energetic boy yanked him into a hug, leaving his stoic counterpart(ner) highly confused and extremely flustered
choking from t's tight embrace, his face became beet red
"Im, uhm- assuming you feel the same?"
well NO FUCKIN WAY SHERLOCK WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT -God again probably
"yeah dumbass, ofcourse i do!" t whisper-yelled, trying to keep his excitement down as they were still in a theater after all !!!
after that, z just smiled n wrapped his arms around t's waist, returning the hug
but wait !! theres more !!
what kind of ikissjesse ship post would this be without cute couple hc's ???
the quiet stoic boy x loud energetic boy dynamic UUGF MY HEART I THINK IM DYIBG from how much i love this duo😔😔
z buys t a baseball cap in EVERY city/country they go to. every fucking one
even if its not a band tour, if z is out somewhere n sees a cool cap he thinks t would like, yall better believe this boy would cut off an arm n sell a kidney just for t to get that hat
t has a whole side in his closet dedicated to these hats z buys him, he finds it absolutely adorable
z actually thinks he isnt good at gift giving, so he was afraid t wouldnt like it at first, but t's reaction is enough conformation that he adores it
now what kinda aaron² hamilton lover truther would i be if i didnt mention the musical again 💪💪
they have FREQUENT hamilton marathons together, sometimes the other members of 4*town will join in too !!
they still sortve act like they did before, like friends n what not
however theyre also 300% more flirty
by that i mean T is 300% more flirty
z might be a LITTLE bit but def not as much as my boy aaron t (the r in aaron stands for rizzler -aaron t)
z isn't a big fan of PDA himself, however when t does little displays of affection when theyre in public he loves it ( he doesn't say it out loud bc he's shy but he does smile at t or to himself, holding t's hand or draping an arm over his shoulders )
when theyre in private z will hug t from behind, hold his waist, kiss his forehead, etc .... yk... bro stuff......
t surprises him by going BOO!!! and jumping up to put his arms around his shoulders from behind, which at first scared z shitless n earned t a lecture about why he shouldn't scare him like that bc z WILL swing but z is okay with it now n actually smiles ALBEIT A VERY SMALL SMILE when he does it
dates include but r not limited to playing basketball late at night together, movies, watching musicals, roadtrips to literally anywhere long or short they just wanna be in eachothers presence OUGHG I LOVE THEM
i forgot to mention !!! t is definitely the one who asked to be boyfriends, but z accidentally said "I love you" first
t was doing something dumb again, and z shook his head as he laughed, accidentally mumbling the words "I love you" out loud
t stopped dead in his tracks n snapped his head in z's direction, n yall this boy was STRESSED he did NOT mean to let the world know this information
z covered his face with his hands n his face was PINK pink bro but t just laughed n walked over to him, cupping his face in his hands and staring at him with a very VERY smug but genuine n happy grin
z scoffed, but soon glanced back at the other boy and smiled shyly
theyre so cute im throwing up in class
there's more but i think this is long enough for now, sorry for the wait pls snack on this while u wait for the rest of my jesro + aaron² content i have planned WINK WINK
thank u for reading <3
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