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hotchfiles · 1 month

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↪ day eight. choices — #marchhotchness

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❝ [tell me to regret it] ❞

pairing: aaron hotchner x bau!reader. summary: aaron prides himself of making good choices. until he makes one he regrets. content warnings: not proofread, pretty sure only one gender mark (miss) by the very very end, a bit of angst, a bit of fluff, happy ending. light mention of sex. word count: 1.1k

at first, aaron prided himself on making good choices, at least after graduating high school. all his choices were thought out to the best outcome. his major, law school, his job, haley.

he then prided himself on standing by his choices. even if the outcome wasn’t the best. even if it wasn’t the easiest choice to make, he stood by them. he took the bullet, he accepted the consequences.

when haley filed for a divorce he wanted to fight it, he did, but aaron knew she had spent too much of her life dealing with his choices. he knew it wasn’t fair for her to fight for a broken marriage because his career was too important to him.

every single day he chose to pick up the phone, he chose to leave, he chose to work after hours. so he signed the divorce papers, letting her free to make her own life decisions.

whenever the bau faced repercussions for their actions on the field on any cases, he took the heat at all times, the eyes of the higher ups were always on him and he took advantage of that to let the team work more freely. if needed, he would take the fall and it would’ve been his choice. and he would be happy with it.

there was one decision though, one choice that he made that kept heaving on his mind. he made it, he thought it was the right one at the time and he was living through the consequences.

still every time he saw your eager eyes or heard you laughing at something emily said, that sharp pang in his heart would take his mind to the last time you truly talked.

so much so he ended up calling you to his office, not thinking clearly, not planning it out. he just heard your voice at the end of the day, happy, laughing, apparently not suffering from the distance he had chosen to put between you two and for once he was selfish with every intention to be so.

“need help with anything, boss?” the title tastes bitter in your tongue and it hits aaron just the same. he was hotch. and then aaron. old man. babe and love. never boss.

boss came after he told you your relationship couldn’t go on. it would hurt your career and his. boss was now the only way you referred to him, as that was what he chose to be.

his attempts to lock eyes with you don’t go unnoticed, but they remain unfruitful as you focus on his desk and your fingers fidget with your necklace.

“not exactly… i–i just wanted to talk to you. we haven’t spoken privately in a while.” your eyes immediately find his, the hurt and the anger filling them in a way he never saw before, he felt it piercing through his soul and he almost regrets not thinking it through before calling you in. almost.

“there’s a reason for that. we don’t have anything to discuss privately.”

“does it have to be like this?”

“i don’t understand, what do you want me to say, hotchner? that we can be friends? pretend nothing ever happened between us?” you’re both glad the door behind you is closed, even if it’s late and everyone has left by now. your voice is slightly raising more and more with each response you give him.

that’s not what he wants, he selfishly wants to hear your voice crack while speaking to him, he wants you to tell him you miss him, to force out of his tongue what he desperately needs to tell you: that he regrets the choice he made that night.

he regrets being afraid when you never were. that he’s sorry he pushed you away when you were always an open book. that seeing you seemingly happy and moving right on with your life was killing him because he couldn’t even begin to think of doing the same.

aaron glances quickly at his window to make sure once more that the bullpen is empty and gets up, getting just close enough that you won’t leave. “don’t you miss me? u–us?” funnily enough, his voice is the one cracking up as he speaks.

“aaron, don’t be cruel.” your voice is barely a whisper, not similar to the one you showed him minutes before, your eyes divert from him again, knowing that if you look at him too much you might tear up and that’s not you.

“i’m not doing that.”

“you are. you sleep with me, tell me you love me. you push me away, break up with me. and now this? just… don’t.” it hits him sharper than a knife how hard he hurt you then. he’s a profiler, he should’ve noticed it, instead he chose to notice only the happy smiley façade you put up to work every day so you could face him.

he usually wouldn’t do this in the middle of an argument but maybe he needs to start reevaluating how he makes his choices and this is one of those, so he pulls your hand and although you flinch at his touch you don’t pull away, so he hugs you tight, your arms are dead limbs by your side but his are strong around you, as is his cologne filling your senses, both bring you that familiar feel of safety.

“i’ve been foolish, and afraid and selfish. and possibly a handful of other adjectives. but i would never purposefully be cruel to you.” aaron pulls away from the embrace only slightly, taking your face with both his hands so you can see how true his words are by the look on his eyes. you begin to feel your arms again, sliding them up to his chest where you feel the rapidness of his heartbeat. “i miss you, give me a chance to try this again?”

you’re not certain it will work, but you know that he means his words. and you know your heart is beating just as fast as his because just being embraced by him meant everything. so you nod once slowly, seeing his lips turn into a grin as he pulls you into a gentle kiss.

his lips taste like hope, hope he won’t make any decision he will regret again. but mostly, it tastes like cheap coffee, which causes you to laugh into the kiss.

“is this all because i stopped bringing you coffee from the coffee shop?” aaron laughs out loud, a laughter unlikely to be heard by most people, but then again, you are not most people. he shakes his head in disbelief at what you’re saying and licks his lips.

“you’re getting way too good at noticing details, miss liaison.”

“just when it comes to you.”

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junipers-archive · 1 year

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Hiii, love your work. I'm asking if maybe there could be a Part 2 or something about this: https://www.tumblr.com/junipers-archive/715380966834782208/spencer-reid-x-baureader-pining-over-each-other?source=share

Maybe they confess and start secretly dating? I don't know just would really like to see more of it bc its really cute.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚✧ CONFESSIONS --> (word count: 1.1k)

❥ heyy thank you sm!! And yes ofc ofc❥ (It's not necessary to read part 1 but it adds to the story if you do!!)

❥ You and Spencer have been pining over each other for ages, everyone at the bau sees it and you finally get the nerve to bring it up!! Results in confession and hints towards secret dating :)

It had only been week since the last case, when your co-workers not-so-subtly hinted towards Spencer returning your feelings. And despite yourself you couldn't get it out of your head. As of right now you were seated next to him in one of the black SUVs, picking your nails nervously and attempting to avoid eye contact.

You tried to look at your phone, but then it'd look like you were careless, then out the window but then you might look sad, and in the end you couldn't take your eyes off him.

He was driving so it gave you more wiggle room to glance every now and then, he was wearing a light purple dress shirt accompanied by one of his few but favorite ties, the light was hitting his hair so that his locks looked close to blonde.

You don't realize you've been 'glancing' too long until he speaks,

"Did I do something?"

Sputtering you try to answer, "I-What?"

He scrunches his eyebrows, puckering his lips like a genius who'd been stumped. And to be truthful he was, you'd been avoiding him non-stop all of this week, leaving him with only awkward greetings and little to no interactions. He missed you.

And when he'd gone to the other team members to ask about it they only gave him vague answers, Derek said you were just frustrated, Emily had only smiled knowingly, Penelope had giggled like she knew something and Rossi had told him to talk to you. Overall it'd seemed like everyone was in on a joke that he wasn't apart of.

He swallows before answering, only furthering your already distracted ogling as his adam's apple bops up and down.

"You've been distant, I just, when people are upset with me they tend to tell me what I've done! A-And I totally understand if I need to apologize for something, but can you at least tell me what for?"

You tilt your head giving him a view of the expanse of soft supple skin of your neck, which he tries his best not to stare at.

"I just...do you like anyone?" It seemed childish to ask but you were curious, at least the way you were asking could be interpreted as a friend-ly.

He freezes when you ask though, a million questions running through his mind. Did you know?Who had told you? Was he that obvious?

"I-no?" he wasn't lying, what he felt for you was beyond liking, it was something much deeper that he felt every time he set his eyes on you.

"No?" You shoulders slump, if he liked someone maybe you had hope, if he liked anyone it would've made your day.

"Do-Do you like someone?" His heart clenches at the thought of you even looking at someone else.

"Yea, yea I more than like someone alright." you grumble.

"oh." its all he can muster up, his brain in short-circuiting.

"I think he knows me better than I know myself to be honest." this was the closest you were ever going to get to a confession, might as well take advantage of his obliviousness.

"He's a gentleman, sweet, kind, he knows everything about me really and he's got these eyes, I swear I could get lost in them and I feel like myself around him..."

To your surprise as you're speaking he pulls over, his hands are clenched around the wheel and he looks...angry?

Once he's stops the car he begins to ramble just as you had, with the acception of a few more hand gestures.

"You can't like someone else. I'm the one that gets you your coffee every morning, I'm the one who knows you're allergic to specific flowers, knows that carry a book with you everywhere you go, that you can't go a day without dessert, that you'd rather stay in then go out, I know you Y/n. I know you better than anyone! Who could possibly know you better than I do?!"

Your eyes are wide, taking in everything he's said, because he's right, you were best friends before you were anything else. Nobody knows you better than him.

"You, I like you Spence." Its a quiet confession, one that you thought you would've said more confidently in retrospect and it takes a minute for him to process but he gets it eventually.

"Oh. But- but you said that- I thought- you-you like me?"

The grin on his face makes butterflies swarm in the pits of your stomach, "I was talking about you, genius. And I more thank like you."

"Yeah?" He questions, even though he's gotten his answer he likes to hear you say it, likes to hear the words leave your beautiful lips and enter his ears like music.

You role your eyes playfully, "Yeah...dummy." Your head is now ducked bashfully.

He feels like he's in a dream, a wonderful, amazing, and ethereal dream. "Would you- I mean you don't have to say yes- but- um-I was thinking maybe you- and I- together I mean-could-"

"Yes." When you get the jist of the question you answer immediately, you've known the answer to that question since the day you met him.

You're both grinning like idiots when he finally starts the car again, managing amazingly he notices not to swerve off course every time he glances at you too long. You talk about how the team wasn't a big help to either of you, swapping stories about the ways they would tease.

In a try to keep the conversation going he asks, "Should- we- um tell the team?" He still can't believe you more-than-like him, or that you agreed to a date, he feels energized, elated, and like he's won.

You're trying not to jump up and down or come off too happy, catching his gaze every now when you look at him and he's already looking at you, only worsening your growing cheerfulness.

"Nah, let them have a taste of their own medicine, lets just enjoy being together, we are together, right?"

He's turned red at your assumption, probably jumping far to quickly to answer, "Yes! I mean- yea, yea we're together."

"That's nice!" You also reply far too quickly, which ultimately gives you both hope, if the two of you were this whipped for one another then you must be meant for each other.

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blackbirdie1234 · 2 months

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Brothers Best Friend Pt.2

Pt.1

Sam Uley! x Fem!Reader!

A/N: Part Two of a two-part series where Sam is your brother's friend. Slightly based on the plot of New Moon. Emily is Sam's cousin in this. Sorry this took me so long, I've been super busy. Sorry if this sucks lol I didn't proofread but I hope you like it. Feel free to comment, I would love feedback! Stay tuned for my Fred Weasley fics soon!

Warnings//: Profanity.

Summary: Sam is your brother's best friend. What happens when suddenly you start hearing rumors that they have joined a gang and gone off the rails.

B/N=Brothers name (make one up if you wish

"I only have one, why did my brother attack Sam like that? It was out of nowhere, I couldn't even react. It all happened so fast," you ask with confusion trying to wrap your head around all of this.

She looked at you a bit stunned as if she didn't know that piece of information, and you had just said something bizarre.

"He what?" she stuttered. "Wait B/N attacked Sam? Is that why they shifted? I thought the boys caught a whiff of....... never mind" she trailed off, not meaning to slip up.

"Caught a whiff of what?" you ask, staring at her intensely. She looks up at you like a guilty child getting caught doing something wrong by their parents, she avoids your eyes and stands up starting to clean up what you assume was lunch, until the boys were interrupted.

"Of what, Emily" you press, a bit more sternly.

Just as Emily was about to speak, all of the boys barged into the house playfully pushing each other around. You search the group for your brother and Sam. They must still be outside. You sit there as Emily laughs at the boy’s antics and kisses her boyfriend Jared. They all turn to look at you.

“I guess the Wolf’s out of the bag” Embry remarks with a smirk.

“Sorry if we scared you Y/n,” Quil says with a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly.

You smile shyly at them

“ It’s okay, I think the initial shock is gone,” you say with a breathy laugh.

“Sam and B/n are on the porch if you want to go talk to them,” Jared added, moving to sit at the table and grabbing a muffin.

You nod your head and stand up, walking to the front door nervously. You could hear your heartbeat booming in your ears. You were more nervous to talk to Sam than anyone. Ever since you made eye contact you couldn't get him out of your head, you feel guilty but your brother barely crossed your mind. You should have been worried about B/n but you couldn’t help but worry for Sam, wondering why B/n would attack him and if he was okay. You near the door and before you can open it your brother walks into the house. You stare at each other for a while, he can tell on your face that he isn’t the one you were hoping to see. He doesn’t say a word, only tossing his head back to the porch and continuing to walk into the kitchen. You continue to walk out of the house and see Sam sitting on the steps with his head in his hands. He looks up when he hears your footsteps. You sit next to him and look out at the trees, not saying a word.

“I assume Emily filled you in” Sam begins, hesitation clear in his voice.

“She did, at least part of it. I know what you and the rest of the boys are. I don’t know why, or what any of this means though.” You answer. You hear him sigh, and when you look over at him you can see he’s restraining himself, like he wants to say something but is hesitating heavily. Trying to find the right words before he begins.

“I need you to trust me, I need you to listen and I need you to promise me you won’t take off running before I finish explaining” He breathed.

You stare at him momentarily, a bit scared and shocked at what he is saying. You already know he is a werewolf, what could he tell you that would make you run when you haven’t already?

“Okay, I promise” You accepted. You were nervous, but you couldn’t help the pull you felt towards Sam. You could sit there for hours not saying a word and be perfectly content. You tried to push your feelings down in his moment, now was not the time to let your emotions take control.

“Growing up with the stories of our tribe, you already know what we are… but there are things, secrets, only the pack members and elders know.” He sighs, breath shaking from nervousness.

You sit waiting patiently for him to continue.

“None of this was a choice, not a single one of us chose this for ourselves. I don’t think any of us would choose this life if we did have a say in it.” He takes a moment to glance at you, then continues. “ In our world, there is something called an imprint. An imprint is a person that you have a special bond with. When you meet this person, it is no longer gravity holding you to the earth… it's them. Having an imprint is like having a best friend, a lover, a sister, or anything that the bond decides that you are. It's not always romantic, it can be whatever the imprint decides they need. We wolves go along with it, we are happy to. On our side of things, we will be whatever the imprint wants or needs. We act as a built-in protector, friend, family member, or…lover.” he trails, glancing at you to read your face.

“ So what does this have to do with me?” You say confused.

“You are my imprint Y/N, I understand all of this is shocking and crazy. If you need time to figure things out I will support that and whatever else you need. Just say the word and I will back off.” He says rushing, trying to be clear that you have a choice even if he doesn’t.

“Do you even like me? I mean I know you said that it doesn’t have to be romantic but do you even want me to be your imprint?” You said, insecurity dripped from your words. You didn't mean to sound so rude or disappointed but you wanted to know that these feelings were not one-sided. You had feelings for him and now you’re bonded, but he is making it seem like he wouldn’t have picked you if he had the choice.

He doesn’t have a choice. This thought repeats in your head filling the silence that takes over until he begins speaking again.

“You’re my best friend's little sister” He heaves a sigh. He puts his head in his hands and grips his hair before looking up at you again.

“Fuck it” He mumbles before grabbing the back of your head and bringing you closer to him in one smooth motion. You can feel the heat coming off your body, your cheeks become warmer and you become more nervous under his intense gaze. He looks down at your lips and then into your eyes, waiting for you to pull away or tell him to stop. You sit there shocked for a second, mind racing and body not fully responding to what is happening.

“Yes,” you speak barely above a whisper, answering his unasked question.

That's all he needs before he connects your lips, grip still on the back of your head. Your eyes close and you sink into the moment. All the years of pining suddenly become clear as the kiss deepens. Two people who have tried to keep their feelings hidden finally let them flow as their mouths move perfectly in sync. The kiss is aggressive, hard, and fueled by fire but also soft, warm, and loving. Contradicting itself but turning into the perfect blend of yin and yang. It was a representation of the people who made it.

You both pull away out of breath but longing for more. You open your eyes, catching your breath. You push on his chest softly and back up. As amazing as the kiss was, you needed to hear him say how he felt. You needed to know that it wasn’t just the imprint bond.

He quickly realized what you were searching for and smiled softly, moving his hand from your head and taking your hands into his own.

“I’ve been in love with you since we were kids” he said blushing, looking down at his hands and then looking out to the beach in the distance.

“I knew since the day your brother and I were playing with BB guns and he shot me in the forehead. Even though it was an accident you screamed at him and called him stupid for not being more careful.” You both laugh softly at the memory, he smiles at you before continuing. “You took me inside and gave me a bag of frozen peas to put on my head. I was embarrassed but you looked at me with the purest look in your eyes and told me that ‘everyone got hurt and it was okay to let someone else help you every once and a while’. I realized how special you are, I wanted to be around you to feel that comfort that you so easily gave. From that day on my feelings only grew, but I didn’t want your brother to find out. I thought that he would hate me, I thought that I would be a bad friend for even considering liking you. So I hid it, and slowly I started ignoring you. I feel horrible for it but I had to, I couldn't talk to you or even be near you without feeling like I was going to slip up and reveal what I was trying to suppress. I also never even considered that you would ever feel the same. So I’m sorry I never told you and I ignored you for so long but I didn’t feel like I had any other choice” He finishes his rant letting out a long breath

You smile widely, gazing at him lovingly. You reach up and turn his head to face you, taking his face into your hands.

“ How did you not realize what was right in front of you, I've felt the same way for so long I can't even begin to tell you how long I've felt this way.” You breathe out a laugh. “I understand, why you did what you did. I did the same honestly, I was scared of how B/N would react so I pushed down my feelings and tried to act normal. Sam we don’t have to hide ourselves anymore. I want this”

You take his hand in your own squeezing it slightly. “If this is what you want, you have a choice in this as well,” You say kindly.

He looks at your hands interlinked and then back at you smiling softly. “Of course, this is what I want, this will always be what I want Y/N”

You share another loving kiss before you hear loud cheering and hollering coming from inside. You both turn your heads to see the boys celebrating and acting like it’s New Year's. They start plummeting towards you both, patting Sam on the back and pushing him.

“Yeah, yeah. Chill out guys” Sam demands, smiling and shoving them backwards.

You stare at them smiling and laughing at their antics, until you see your brother standing in the doorway.

“You have my blessing by the way,” He says with a smirk.

“Like I need it” You retort rolling your eyes at his cockiness.

You stand up and follow him inside, while the boys continue to gush about how they can finally stop hearing Sam’s sad and depressing thoughts about you.

Your brother tells you that he didn’t mean to react the way he did but the wolf can be hard to control. He informs you about all that he’s been going through these past months and how he wanted to tell you and your parents for so long, but since Sam is the alpha what he says goes. You tell him to go see your parents tomorrow and how much pain he has caused the family.

After the talk, you both head down to the beach and sit around the fire. You’re cuddling with Sam, surrounded by everyone laughing and enjoying the clear-skied night. You realize this is exactly where you want to be. This is exactly what you’ve wanted for a long time. You’re going to love this new life that is forming in front of you.

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babiebom · 1 month

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Stardew Bachelor/ette’s as Mean Girls (2024) characters

A/N: i recently watched the new mean girls musical movie and it wasn’t as bad as people were saying it was. Like the singing and the songs were good, the cast fit their characters(except for Aaron’s actor sorry I feel like they could’ve gotten someone hotter but I do understand where Cady was coming from like he’s cute enough that if you’re in high school and in the same class as him at least one person would have a crush on him.) so like I do with everything I consume let’s stardew-ify it!!

Tw:mentions of bullying, cursing, sex, drugs, lmk if there’s something I missed!!

Bc: at least 4 for each

Stardew Valley Masterlist

Shane

Principal Duvall

Is tired of this shit

And teenage girls lowkey frighten him

Would yell and get everyone’s attention in the hallway bc I think he has the lungs

Would leave it to Leah to take over the assembly lmao

“Tell everyone you’re not a drug pusher PLEASE”

Elliott

Damian

While Elliott and Abigail aren’t really friends

He has the flamboyancy I feel to fit this character

Also it’s canon that all characters are bi so it’s okay for him to be in this role

Would probably have all the tea and would be as dramatic as Damian

“She doesn’t even go here?????”

He just seems bestie type

Alex

Aaron Samuels(is that his last name?)

I think this is as obvious as who Regina is.

I don’t think he’s as smart as Aaron is, BUT is popular enough to make Haley want to have some claim over him.

And is cute enough that new girls will immediately have a crush on him

Would actually be crushed if he got cheated on

Harvey

Kevin

The guy on the mathlete team or whatever it was called

Mostly because he’s smart and I do think he would’ve been in some nerdy ass club as a kid

Also at high school college point I do think he would’ve gone through a slightly edgy phase of being a nerd that talks about getting bitches all the time

Would want Maru on the team

Leah

Ms.Norbury

Because I think it’s funny

Like out of all of them Leah would be the one to be called a drug pusher

Like I personally think she smokes weed or eats like weed salads or something

And personally I think she’s above all of the drama of mean girls

Would gather everyone and be like WTF is wrong with y’all we are better than this.

Emily

Karen

Now don’t get me wrong Emily isn’t as dumb as Karen at all

BUT they both have this daydream-y airheadedness about them

And I don’t mean airhead as in stupid either, just more….in outer space than other people if you know what I mean

Like always in their own head

Don’t care about what others think to an extent

If you think about it she fits kinda

Somehow finds herself in the drama even though she’s just been daydreaming this entire time

Maru

Cady Herron

Listen I don’t think Maru would have the balls to do what Cady did

But they both are insanely smart and I can see Maru falling in love with any boy in her class that gives her attention

Would tell someone they aren’t as smart as they thought they were while drunk

She is in calculust yall

Penny

Gretchen Wieners

In the movie Gretchen is very insecure and just wants to be the best friend she can be even if it’s by helping Regina bully others

And at some point turns on Regina because she’s had enough

And is quiet enough to be overlooked as the pretty friend of the popular one

Meek and accepting like Gretchen is

Literally just wants to fit in

Abigail

Janis

I went between her and Leah for this but I think Abigail fits this role more

I think it’s more about style Janis always has a punk rock look about her and Abigail is emo/goth/punk

And while she isn’t autistic I think she is more likely to be called a pyro-Les than Leah is.

Abigail is just the right amount of unhinged to be Janis

Haley

Regina George

Come on this was the most obvious thing about this list

Like actually blonde, gives off bully vibes

Would take over a school and is probably rich.

Would be an absolute bitch and be mean to people then throw a fit when it turns around on her.

Tell me who “world burn” and “introducing the plastics” fits more. I’ll wait.

Unfortunately there aren’t enough characters so Seb and Sam don’t get anyone to themselves but I think both have the energy to fit both Aaron and Damian. Like both are total cuties that anyone would have a crush on even though seb is intimidating and introverted. And both I feel like would have the sass and bestie vibes of Damian so both could be both oof

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hikari-ni-naritai · 2 months

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honestly, what could possibly be a more perfect harem anime for you? not only does the main character get to be immortal, all but one of her harem is as well, AND there's ghosts in this setting, so even death can't separate them.

Slime300 is like if they took my ultimate wish fulfillment story (immortal cute witch outside of town) and then tacked on a harem that's not done particularly well u_u

Don't get me wrong I love the girls very much, but I'm generally put off by harems where the concept is 'all these girls love the same one person and their relationships with each other are either antagonistic or nonexistent'. Which is most harem plots. And slime300 is not immune to this, nor will I overlook it just bc the MC is a girl. While it's true that I am a lesbian, I'm also debilitatingly monogamous, so I have no more personal interest in a lesbian harem than I do a straight one if they're both portrayed the same way.

Now we get into the contentious part. Feel free to draw and quarter me in the streets for this one, but you wanna know what anime harem I DO like? Arifureta. Because from the start, it's grounded in open communication with each other, including amongst the girls. Frankly I'm only calling it a harem bc I know it ends as one, but for the first two seasons it's not. The main character is explicitly dating the vampire girl (points for Emily btw), and any time New girls arrive he makes sure to turn them down firmly, because he's only interested in vampire girl. There's none of the awkward 'horny teenage boy can't pick between these 8 hot girls' shit. Vampire girl meanwhile doesn't have anything against polyamory, but she rejects anyone who would fuck up their relationship by trying to have him for themselves. She accepts bunny girl bc while bunny girl does love mc, she also loves vampire girl. Perhaps not romantically, but she wants both of them to be around. And all three of them are aware of the state of things because they communicate with each other. This understanding is what makes a healthy relationship between the three of them in the future possible.

We won't spend time on the dragon girl bc she's just horny and doesn't really care who he dates. But the classmate girl is another case that I think is done particularly well! She joins the group and is told in no uncertain terms that mc isn't going to date her, but she's so sure she can prove she's Better than vampire girl and all the other girls and make him fall for Her Only, so in her hubris she joins anyway. Vampire girl isn't insecure in her relationship (another good thing! You don't want excess jealousy in your polycule) and she recognizes that classmate girl is an important friend to mc and that, if she got over her monogamy, she could be a good gf. Over time though classmate girl gets really discouraged, as one might expect when you're hanging out with someone you have a crush on and his extremely cute vampire gf and they are like explicitly fucking off screen. And instead of letting her stew in it, mc again explains that the only reason everyone is here is bc they've accepted that he's dating vampire girl, and they're not going to interfere with that. And if she can't handle that, being in this group is just going to hurt her, so she should consider leaving. And I think that instance of honest communication is one of the best scenes in the show, bc you really don't get that from harem anime, ever. By the end of the show, she's determined to at least get to a place where she feels she's on equal footing with vampire girl, and I think that's also important! You can't survive in a relationship where you're constantly comparing yourself to other partners. If classmate girl can feel like she's on the same level as everyone else, she'll feel less jealous and more willing to accept the state of things, i.e. that everyone loves mc, but everyone also loves each other. And I think she could love them too!

Anyway. Sorry you had to hear that. If slime300 put half this much thought into its harem it would be a perfect anime lol

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dancingtotuyo · 1 year

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Scathed (Javier Peña) Chapter 2

Rating: Mature

Warnings: brief references to non-con, abuse, manipulation, underage; grooming, age gap.

Notes: Javier makes his appearance! Lots of references to Narcos: Mexico. Also on AO3 under the same title. Pen name: emilythepemily.

Words: 3,383

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Journal Entry

October 22, 1993,

We’re going to visit a friend of Dad’s, Chucho. He owns a ranch. I’ve met him a couple of times. He’s very sweet. I like him. The ranch isn’t that far out of town, but Dad insists on staying the night. For the experience or something like that. Everyone will be there: Dad, Anna, the kids. I haven’t spent a night away from home since I came back. Dad says it’ll be good for me. So does my therapist (the new one, Trisha). Apparently, it’s a safe environment. Nothing feels like a safe environment. I expect to have nightmares both nights we’re there. Dad said the kids can stay in his and Anna’s room. I’m thankful he offered. I hate feeling like I need to accept, but I don’t want to scare my kids.

Miguelito remembered he hates me. I don’t know what to do. It’s been 4 years. He still blames me for his dad’s arrest.

I know the kids will love the ranch. Dad is already thrilling Alejandra with tales of horseback rides. Mateo is excited to get so close to the cows. I hope Miguelito has fun. He seems to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. I think he remembers too much…

The station wagon doors close in rapid succession. The sun was starting its descent in the west. Emily helped Mateo out of his car seat. She propped him on her hip. Even though he was fast approaching 5, Emily cherished every opportunity to hold him close. It only lasted a few seconds before he wiggled down. Emily placed him firmly on his feet. He ran to Jaime, grabbing his hand.

“You little traitor.” Emily shook her head. Mateo giggled.

“He’s not a traitor. He just loves his Abuelo. Isn’t that right, bud?”

“Mhmmm,” Mateo grinned, looking between his mother and grandfather.

Alejandra grabbed Emily’s hand. “Don’t worry, Mami. I still love you.”

Emily laughed, kissing her daughter’s head. “Good, at least one of my children still cares about me.”

Miguelito whispered under his breath. Emily couldn’t hear what he said, but she didn’t need to. She sent a stern look his way. He straightened up slightly but still wore his pout

The front door swung open. Chucho Peña waved as the parade of people walked up. “Welcome. It’s good to see everyone again.”

He and Jaime shook heads. Anna leaned in for a hug. The kids exchanged high-fives. He nodded at Emily with a welcoming smile. She returned the greeting.

“Thanks for hosting the rowdy bunch, Chucho. I know we can be a handful.” Jaime said.

Chucho waved him off. “If it’s too much, I’ll just put you to work.”

Jaime sighed, putting his hands out. “And I just so happened to forget my work clothes this trip.”

Miguelito wandered over to the porch and sat on the steps. Mateo stayed close to his grandfather, intently watching the two men interact. Alejandra scanned the distant fields for signs of animals. Emily kept tabs on each of her children. She would be able to tell you if a hair was out of place on their heads.

Chucho laughed. “Fortunately for you, Javier has already taken care of my entire to-do list around this place.”

Jaime rested his hands on his hips. “Speaking of which, what’s he up to? Couldn’t spare a minute to say hi to an old friend?”

“He’s finishing a few things up. Should be back soon.”

“Can we go inside? It’s hot out here?” Miguelito called from the steps, hand held over his eyes.

“We live in Texas. It’s always hot,” Alejandra said.

Emily bit her lip to keep her laugh at bay. Her stepmother did the same. Alejandra had all the sass and it often targeted her older brother and his negative attitudes.

Chucho laughed. “Let’s head inside. We wouldn’t want you to melt.”

Miguelito stood and Emily caught the roll of his eyes as he turned toward the door. She opened her mouth. She could take his attitude when directed toward her. She believed in giving him some space. He would come to her with an apology when he was done being mad, but around other people, particularly their host, was crossing a line. Jaime put a hand on her shoulder. “So he’s-”

“Remembered he hates me again? Yes.”

Jaime kissed the top of her head. “I’ll talk to him later. See if I can help.”

“Thank you.”

They followed Chucho into the house. Their host showed them to the spare rooms. “Javier said he’d sleep on the couch, so no one has to sleep on the floor.”

Miguelito’s ears picked up. “Really? I get my own room?”

“Only if that means you have to share with me,” Alejandra said.

“Stop being a brat, Ale.”

“Miguel!” Emily looked at him. It was the equivalent of using his full name. She hated calling him Miguel. She never used his full name.

“When you stop being a little bitch.” Alejandra replied.

Emily turned to her 6-year-old, eyes wide. “Alejandra Rosa! Where did you learn that?”

A sly grin crossed Miguelito’s face. Chucho’s cheeks were as rosy as Santa’s from withholding laughter.

“It was in one of Abuelo’s movies.” She pointed to Jaime, shoulders shrugging as if she had done nothing wrong.

“I swore you to secrecy, young lady.” It was obvious Jaime was finding the same amusement as his friend. Emily glared at her father. He held up his hands. “We were watching a movie. I forgot it was in there.”

Emily sighed, rubbing her temple. She grabbed both their hands and pulled them into one of the rooms. Her stern voice muffled through the door.

“Well, Mateo, looks like you’re the last man standing.” Chucho chuckled.

“It happens a lot.”

“There’s some blocks and cars in that cabinet over there.” Chucho pointed. Mateo rushed over eagerly finding the promised toys.

“So, I hear Javier got himself into some hot water in Colombia.” Jaime eased himself onto the couch.

“You probably know more than me,” Chucho said. “He hasn’t wanted to talk about it much. I haven’t seen him in his head so much since he came home from Mexico.”

Jaime nodded. Anna grabbed her husband’s hand. He sighed. “I know the impact Mexico had on my guys down there… and my family..” He looked at Mateo, building a tower in the corner. “The stories I’ve heard about Escobar and Colombia aren’t any better.”

“It’s hard to see your kid struggle and not know what to do.”

“It is.”

The front door opened. Javier kicked his boots off, groaning with his tense muscles. “I got the back fence mended, but not before that damn heifer got out.”

“54?”

“Yeah, took me almost an hour to get her back in.”

“Still, probably one of the easiest chases of your career,” Jaime said, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Jaime, it’s good to see you.” Javier shook his hand.

“Likewise. It’s been, what? 10 years?”

“Something like that.” Javier smiled. “The Felix Gallardo hunt, right?”

Emily cleared her throat. She looked two shades paler than normal, arms crossed. Jaime felt the stab of guilt in his gut. “Uh, Javier, this is my daughter, Emily.”

“Nice to meet you.” Javier held out his hand.

Emily looked down at it. Her arms stayed put. “Nice to meet you too.” She forced a smile.

Javier cocked his head to the side, confused. Miguelito pushed through the two adults. Javier sidestepped the child but not before he was shoved.

“Miguel.” The front door slammed behind him. She clenched her fists. “Sorry about him.”

Jaime gave her a look as if to say, twice in one evening, I’m impressed.

Chucho waived it off. “Javier had his fair share of storm outs in his day.”

“I’ll try.” Jaime stood, following his grandson’s trail.

Emily forced a smile. Javier still stood in front of her. Her color began to return. “That was my son, Miguelito. That’s my youngest in the corner, Mateo. Alejandra is in the bedroom getting some self-prescribed beauty rest.” She stepped around Javier. He was too close. She sat next to Anna. “Her words, not mine.”

Chucho laughed. “She’s quite the talker.”

“Hasn’t shut up since the day she was born.”

“She keeps us laughing,” Anna said.

“They do say laughter is good for the soul,” Chucho said. “I’m going to start on dinner. I want you two just to sit there and relax. Would you like something to drink? Wine?”

Anna hugged her stepdaughter. “Chucho, we never turn down wine.”

...

Emily’s bare feet padded down the hall. The house was quiet, but the sound of cicadas echoed through the windows. Chucho had opened them to air out the house. Warm air cycled through. Even with the breeze, moisture collected over her skin. Her breathing was heavy. It labored as if a pallet of bricks sat atop it.

Sleep continued to evade her. The insomnia worsened in a strange place and the wine had worn off over an hour ago. She knew when she did manage to fall asleep, he would be there, forever branding her. Even now, he controlled her. She hated that most.

She followed the glow of the moon to the back sliding doors, desperate to be free of the walls around her. The door made a loud squeaking sound, sticking to the trim. She cursed under her breath.

The cement patio was still warm under her feet. She let out a long breath. The bricks lifted. The outside air wrapped around her. Relief inflated her lungs.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

Emily jumped, her hand covering her mouth. Javier sat on the old, metal patio furniture, elbows on his knees. She shook her head, her breathing elevated. A cigarette glowed between his fingers. Her eyes followed the stream of smoke as it drifted upward until it disappeared under the moonlight.

He offered up the cigarette, eyebrow raised. She stared at it, not saying a word. Javier cocked his head to the side. He’d never seen anyone take so long to accept or refuse a cigarette. She looked almost scared by it.

Javier opened his mouth to say something, but she stepped closer, carefully plucking it from his grasp. She took one, slow drag. She held it in for a moment, feeling the nicotine wash through her.

She had despised Miguel’s chain smoking. It always meant he was stressed. It meant he wanted more from her. In the beginning, he would brush his teeth and put it off as long as possible when he was with her. Later, he used it as an intimidation tactic. She vividly remembered puffs of smoke blown in her face. She would purposefully keep a baby on her hip to keep him from smoking around her, but it didn’t keep it off his breath.

These were lighter than the thick stench of his. These were closer to the ones her dad smoked. Jaime had switched brands after a passing comment from her about it. As much as she detested them, she often found one in her hand when the nightmares set in.

She waited until the smoke disappeared, then handed the cigarette back to Javier.

“Thank you.”

Javier nodded, bringing the bud to his lips. “Seemed like you needed it more than me.”

His eyes flicked up to hers. She stared back. There was something wild behind her eyes. Panic came to mind, but it felt deeper than that. He’d seen that look in Colombia in people who’d come accustomed to living in fear for their own safety, doing whatever it took to survive the horrors of the drug war.

She swallowed. Turning toward the backyard, arms wrapping tightly around herself, the breeze caught her hair and traveled down her neck. Her skin prickled and tightened. She closed her eyes. It didn’t last long.

Alarm bells fired in her head. She turned back toward Javier, watching him closely. The moon illuminated his profile. Emily could see each muscle in his neck move.

“I don’t have a monopoly on shitty patio furniture you know.” He flicked the ash off his cig. A faint smirk played off his lips.

Emily looked down at the chair closest to her. It didn’t look particularly comfortable, but it did sound better than standing here until her nerves calmed or her anxiety pushed her back inside. It wasn’t any closer to Javier than she was now. If she leaned back, she may even be further. Logically, she knew he was safe by all accounts, but Emily didn’t have the luxury of logic anymore. Trauma doesn’t reason.

“Trouble sleeping?”

“Not really a strong suit of mine.”

“Yeah,” Javier said. A breathy ghost of a laugh floated off his lips. “Me either.”

Emily pulled her legs into her chest. The immediate panic started to leave her body. She snuck a direct look at Javier. There was something familiar about him. She had never seen him before today. She recognized the haunted look in his eyes. She’d seen it in the mirror for years.

“So…You were in Mexico with my dad?” She didn’t know why she asked. She hated talking about Mexico.

“Just during the search for Kiki Camarena. I had just finished training when it happened.”

“Hell of a first assignment.”

He leaned forward and offered up the cigarette again. She reached across the expanse.

“I heard the cartel came after the families to try and scare the DEA off. Must’ve been scary.”

“I wasn’t in Mexico with my dad.” She handed back the cigarette. His fingers brushed hers during the exchange. Her hand jerked away.

His eyebrows furrowed. “Could’ve fooled me. Your Spanish sounds more Mexican than Texan.”

She laughed dryly. “And yet they always said I sounded American when I was in Mexico.”

“I got the same in Colombia.”

“To be fair, we are American.” A smile tugged at her lips.

Javier chuckled. “That we are.” He took one last huff from his cigarette before squashing it out on an ashtray next to him. “but you did live in Mexico.”

She looked up at the stars, taking her time. She let her hand travel through her hair. It snagged on a tangle. The breeze picked up again. It soothed her racing heart. Javier watched her. She looked serene, but he had the feeling she was anything but. “Yeah, almost 7 years… Had my kids there.”

“So you were there when everything went crazy?”

She got quiet again. Contemplating her words. She’d only ever said the words to therapists in a room under the protection of HIPAA. To say it out here, under the open sky, to someone she hardly knew, would it give it more power? She’d felt powerless for so long. Define her? It felt like they already fucking did. Trisha would tell her keeping it in is what gave it so much power.

“I was married to Miguel Felix Gallardo.”

Javier looked at her. He wanted to call her bluff, pass it off as her pulling one over on him, but she wasn’t joking. She held tension in her shoulders and bit her lip. She still couldn’t look at him. The look in her eye made sense.

“Fuck,” he muttered before disappearing inside.

Emily’s head snapped around. She stared at the sliding door left wide open. Was Javier disgusted with her? She’d married a drug lord and had his children. She’d even loved him at one point. It didn’t matter the circumstances. It didn’t matter that he’d taken advantage of a 16-year-old girl, or he’d abused her. Javier was a DEA agent. They hated drug lords first. Everything else was second.

Javier emerged with a bottle of liquor and two glasses. He set them on the table between their seats. “Seemed like this conversation could use a drink.” He poured a couple fingers into each glass.

He held it out to her. She looked between him and the cup but didn’t move. It was just them. She didn’t let her guard down, didn’t drink if her dad or Anna weren’t around. Of course, she didn’t hang out with people, particularly men, she’d just met either, but here she was. Javier set the glass down and shrugged. He lounged in his seat, feet propped up as he sipped his drink.

Emily leaned forward and grabbed the cup. She took a sip, letting it sit on her tongue. Tequila. She knocked the rest of it back and swiped the bottle off the table to refill her cup. Javier raised his eyebrows. She ignored him as she settled back into her chair.

Warmth radiated through her mouth and throat all the way to her stomach. Her insides felt like the outside, warm and hazy. “It’s okay if you hate me, you know.”

“How old are you?”

Emily looked at him weirdly. “25.”

“And your oldest is what? 10?”

“Almost.” She found her voice growing quieter.

“Sounds like a powerful man took advantage of a teenager.”

She swallowed, looking into her drink. Tears welled behind her eyes. She’d heard it all from her therapists before, but they were trained to recognize that. Her dad had struggled with that concept early on. He’d asked her what she’d seen in him. It took her a while to come to terms with why that hurt the way it did. DEA agents hated Miguel Angel Felix Gallardo the most.

She blinked the tears away, pushing back her emotions. “Did you know him?”

“Who?”

“Agent Camerana?”

“No.”

They stayed quiet. Emily let the emotions pass. Javier looked up at the sky now. She looked at him. She pulled the cup to her lips, putting on a playful facade. She almost believed it.

“Ever meet Escobar?”

“No.”

“Ever meet any of the guys you’re chasing?” The playfulness reached her eyes. It was no longer a facade. There were some things about all of this she could joke about. Tequila helped too.

“I was part of the team that captured Rafa.”

“Don’t tell Miguelito that. He’ll hate you as much as he hates me.”

Javier tilted his head to the side. “Why?”

“You put away his Tio. He’s fiercely loyal.”

“What’s his problem with you?”

Emily opened her mouth and then closed it. The temptation to spill everything was there. Her heartbeat quickened. She would break down if they went there. “He blames me for his dad’s arrest.”

Flashes from that day, Alejandra’s screams and Miguelito’s please, played in her head. Her pulse beat in her ears, growing louder. Before Javier could respond, she set her glass on the table and stood. “I need to go to bed.”

She was 6 feet in the house when she stopped. Slowly, she pivoted. She took a deep breath. Her head poked out the window. “Thank you, Javier.”

He met her gaze with a short nod. If he found her behavior odd, he didn’t let on. “Anytime.”

...

Emily sat on the edge of the bed. The bedside lamp glowed. She waited for her body to slow down. She could feel the liquor fully setting in. Maybe… maybe she wouldn’t have nightmares tonight after all. Doubtful, a new place coupled with that conversation..

A knock on her door, and it popped open. It set her heart pounding again. Damn anxiety. “Miguelito?”

“Mami, I woke up and can’t get back to sleep.”

She motioned over, sitting back on the bed. He bounded over, curling into her. He rarely did this anymore. He liked to think he was too big and tough. She played with his hair and kissed his head.

“I’m sorry.”

“Thank you.” She squeezed him. “I love you, mijo.”

“I love you too, Mami.”

That was the end of it for now. Emily knew he’d get upset again. It was inevitable, it would be that way until he was old enough to know and understand enough.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” Emily bit her lip. She wanted that, but she wasn’t going to let him see what happened to her at night.

“Sure, mijo.” She rubbed his back. There was no way in hell she could carry him back to bed, but she could get him just asleep enough that he would walk back to bed with guidance.

The nightmares woke her up two hours later.

Chapter 3 ->

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lucreziaq2001 · 4 months

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•TV show: "Criminal minds".

•Content warnings: Gender-related stereotypes being debunked and a woman denying the fact that she had been in love with her best friend as a teenager, but then admitting it (and also basically saying that she helped her get out of the situation she was in at the hospital).

•Some of the lines are almost the same that are in a scene of the "Cold case" episode this story is inspired by. I did modify them a bit, though. I didn't just copy and paste them.

•I was obviously the one who decided for JJ and Will to live in Woodstock and for her to be a housewife. I gave her her talent for painting because that's what the character from "Boy crazy" she is playing in this story, Dom Barron, does for work.

•Tags: @lex13cm, @golden1u5t, @avis-writeshq, @rynwritesreid, @chrrysgirl, @amerrymango, @marie-sworld, @iluvreid, @babygirl-garcia, @hugyourlungs, @strangermoonlove.

The bridge to Heaven

Chapter 20: Jennifer Jareau

The next morning, since they didn't have to travel for many hours to get there, David and Erin went to Jennifer's house.

The woman lived with her husband Will and their children in Woodstock, a small town near New York City.

She was a housewife, she had stopped working when, in 1981, she had gotten pregnant with her firstborn, but she had always liked to paint and she could also do it well, so in her free time, she did paintings which she then sold..

"Your paintings are so beautiful!" Erin couldn't help but say when she entered the room in which Jennifer usually drew, where the woman was at that moment.

"You didn't come here to buy one of them, right?" Jennifer responded, however, probably already understanding what the couple wanted to tell her.

"You always paint the same subject, an anonymous figure in a long fight against the world" David reasoned, looking at the paintings in the room one by one "It reminds you of Emily, right?".

"I already told you, she and I were just friends" Jennifer replied, clearly annoyed.

"You wouldn't think so, looking at your works" Erin noted "Let's make a hypothesis: if you had fallen in love with a woman who isn't and doesn't want to be like the others, what would you do?".

"I've never loved Emily!" Jennifer exclaimed, almost angry by that time "Not in that way, at least!".

"Then why did you save her?" David questioned "Man and woman, with the roles that are associated with these terms, are just words and stereotypes sometimes. They define what we can see, not what we have inside".

"Why are you telling me this?" Jennifer asked him, still annoyed by the conversation the couple was basically forcing her to have.

"It would be better to die than to change, always stay like this. Do you remember these words?" Dave told her "You had accepted Emily exactly as she was, without prejudice".

"Yes, she was...free" Jennifer sighed "I can only define her like this. And in the end, I decided to help her".

"You couldn't understand how you felt about her, but it was beautiful, right?" Erin guessed, remembering when, at the age of 15, she had met David, and how she had felt for the first few weeks whenever she had thought about him.

"You are right" Jennifer confirmed "I've only ever felt something like that with and for her. And it's for her that I did what I ended up doing".

Then, she finally began to reveal to Mr and Mrs Rossi the secret she had kept to herself, like a huge weight on her shoulders, for almost fourty years.

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sourstrawberriezz · 2 years

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Hi!!! I normally don't send requests (don't even know if I'm at the right place lol). Anyways, I'm wondering, could you right something about the reader being good friends with Emily and also a guitar player? Like an enemies to lovers thing with Hunter 'cause she caught his attention?!

Bye!!

Of course I can! I absolutely love this idea- (Thank you so much for the request btw!)

After your fifth period class was over, you headed to the cafeteria to have lunch with your childhood best friend, Emily. You took your seat across from her and started up a conversation. “Then I was all like ‘give me my favorite guitar pick back!’ and he wouldn’t! Moral of the story, Skip Hoffman absolutely sucks.” You finished with a sigh.

“Wait hold on just a moment-! Did you get the pick back? I know you treasure that one since you got it at that Metallica concert a few years ago.” Emily replied with concern about your favorite little piece of plastic. “Oh! Yeah, that Clay Moss kid from Molley Coddle got it back for me.” You smiled taking the pick from your pocket and showing it off to Emily.

“Enough about me, what is going on with you? Anything interesting happening?” You asked with enthusiasm. “Wellll.. I got a boyfriend! Or, at least I think we’re dating.” Emily answered with a light blush on her face. You, on the other hand were left jaw dropped. “What!? Why didn’t you tell me sooner!?” You quietly shouted while whipping your head around looking for your best friend’s mystery boyfriend.

“Oh my goodness (Y/n)! Stop trying to look for him!” Emily’s scottish accent really showed when she got flustered. Then your eyes locked with a pair of bluish green eyes partially covered by long brown hair. ‘This isn’t weird right? No! It’s not weird because he was staring first!.. I think.’ You thought to yourself as he broke the stare and quickly turned back around.

After school, you went to one of the music practicing rooms to play your electric guitar. You kept your door cracked open a bit so that you could have playing competitions with Emily. Down the hallway you could hear the cello through Emily’s barely open door, so you played a riff that you’ve been working on for a while. What you didn’t know was that your audience wasn’t just Emily, but also Hunter Sylvester. He had drove to the school to pick up Kevin since he drove him there. On his way to find Kevin, he found your passionate guitar playing instead. He peeked through the window of the door and saw your head thrown back while absolutely shredding that guitar.

He was mesmerized. He’s never seen such love, hard work, and commitment put into an instrument before except whenever he plays. “Metal..” He mumbled before you finally finished. Hunter snapped himself out of his trance and continued down the hallway to retrieve his best friend.

*The next day*

“Hunter please! You have no idea how much she shreds! Just give her a chance.” Kevin practically begged Hunter to give Emily a chance to be Skull Fucker’s bass player. “Oh my fucking god fine Kevin.” Hunter gave in rubbing his temples. Kevin texted Emily and she said she could go to Hunter’s, but today was also the day you and Kevin would meet. Kevin told Emily to just bring you along, and that she did.

Here you were, in the Sylvester house’s basement, accompanied by Emily, Kevin, and Hunter. You were beyond shocked as you heard Hunter tell Emily that she can’t be in the band just because she plays cello. Hearing him degrade your friend pissed you off badly. “Y’know what Sylvester, Emily doesn’t need this band if you won’t accept her for the damn instrument she plays! So you two will see us at the battle of the bands next Friday cracking skulls.” You confidently stated as the room went quiet. All eyes were now on you, but you didn’t budge on your decision. “Kevin it was nice to meet you, can’t say the same for your friend though. Let’s go Emily.” You said as you grabbed the horrified girl’s hand and left.

You and Emily came up with the name Bloody Locket, and for the next week you spent all of your time practicing with Emily, arguing with Hunter at school, and making sure everything was perfect for the battle of the bands. It was happening in two days, so your brain was going haywire. Emily assured you that everything would go great, but you couldn’t help but overthink.

‘What if I play the wrong chord? What if a string snaps? Oh my god, what if I forget the whole song!?’ You thought to yourself. Emily noticed your change in mood the past week, and was getting really worried. She also noticed how much more serious you were about this than she was. Emily was taking this seriously and was going to try her best, but she wasn’t stressing out like you had been the past few days.

*Two days later*

Here you were getting antsy backstage at the battle of the bands. Emily had filled you in yesterday about how Hunter was sent to rehab, which equally surprised you. It also opened your eyes a bit. Hunter dealt with his own struggles and issues, so why were you even being rude to him in the first place? Well it’s because he was shitty to your best friend.. but he apologized. Okay, it’s because uhm, uhhh.. you don’t actually know. He just returned the mean behavior every day so you just went with it. In reality, there’s really nothing to be mad at him for anymore.

After finishing arguing with yourself in your head, you walked over to Hunter who was also backstage, and decided to apologize. “Hey Hunter?” “Huh? Oh uh hey (Y/n).” He replied awkwardly not knowing why you’re talking to him in a calm manner. “I just wanted to say-” “Actually I have something important to tell you. (Y/n), you are so metal, it’s fucking insane. The first time I saw you play, something happened to me because of how much passion you put into that guitar. At first I had no clue what it was, but- I- I thought it was that I hated you I guess? I later found out it wasn’t that I hate you, but actually the opposite. Look, I just want to tell you that I’m sorry for how I acted and that I really like you.” Hunter finally finished. “That.. was pretty much what I was going to say, but you already spoke for the both of us so..” You heard Molley Coddle getting cheered for indicating they were done with their song, so you and Emily were up now. (I’m sorry I don’t know what to put here-)

*1 week later*

A lot of things can change in a week ya know? You and Hunter were now together, you had merged your bands after the battle of the bands, and now you’re in his basement practicing songs with your favorite people. Things couldn’t be better.

(Hey guys! I’m so sorry this took so long to get out, but I finally finished it! I hope you liked it!)

#fanfic #metal lords #hunter sylvester #emily #kevin schlieb #x reader

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Happy birthday in advance you wonderful human! I would love #26 from list 2 please and thank you 🥰💛

Of course friend <3

The prompt is "Is that...a dog?"

-x- Look...we all know I get carried away, and that I just can't help myself. Can we all just pretend that is it totally rational of me to turn this prompt into a 5k angst/hurt comfort fest? Ok? Thanks xo

-x-

Reversible

Words: 5.3k

Warnings: Heart attack/recovery, Aaron Hotchner whump, hospitalisation, big feelings.

Read over on A03, or below the cut

“Are you ok?”

Emily looks up from where she is making a drink, grimacing at the smell of the cheap coffee in the precinct they were in, and she sees JJ is now standing next to her, a concerned look on her face.

They’d been called to New York for a case, a serial killer running rampant in the city. The profile was ready, and she was making herself a drink whilst the team set up and the officers gathered to be briefed.

“Yeah,” she answers, giving JJ a tight smile, “I’m fine.”

JJ raises an eyebrow at her, a half smile taking over her face. “Em, come on.”

Emily sighs as she puts the coffee pot back down. “It’s Alice’s fourth birthday tomorrow,” she says unnecessarily, aware that her friend kept track of such things, that she like had a present for the little girl at home, “and we won’t be back in time for it,” she sighs sadly, “I’ve never missed her birthday before.”

She knew it was luck more than anything that meant she hadn’t missed her daughter’s birthday in previous years. She’d tried to take leave this year and was due to have the day off, but the case was urgent, her work once again taking precedence over anything else. She was grateful that Aaron was at least at home, his promotion into Section Chief simultaneous with hers into Unit Chief when Alice was just less than a year old.

He’d tried to convince her to stay behind, a smile and a joke thrown her way about how she was the Section Cheif’s favourite, that she could do what she wanted. She loved him for it, his attempt to cheer her up, to give her the chance to stay behind, but she couldn’t. They were already watched so closely, and she never wanted any of the other Unit Chiefs to have something to hold over her.

JJ smiles sympathetically at her, placing a hand on Emily’s arm. “I’m sorry, I know it’s hard.”

“Comes with the territory I guess,” Emily replies, taking a sip of her coffee, the burn in her throat easing some of the tension she felt.

“It doesn’t make it any easier though,” JJ says, a knowing look on her face. Emily places her hand over JJ’s on her arm and squeezes.

“No, it doesn’t.” Emily agrees, and her phone rings in her pocket. “I should answer that,” she says, reaching for the phone.

“I’ll go make sure Dave doesn’t piss off any more of the locals.”

Emily chuckles as she grabs her cell. “You’re a lifesaver, JJ.” She looks down at her phone and everything stops.

Dread floods her, her heart dropping to her stomach at Jack’s name appearing on her screen. It was his first phone, the 12-year-old told it was for emergencies only when she and Aaron gave it to him. He was good at following the rules. Accepting his parent's concerns about unlimited access to the internet without argument. Even at his age, he knew they’d seen too much.

She looks at Dave, getting his attention as she points at her phone, indicating she needed to take the call. She leaves the room, letting the team take over presenting the profile. She answers when she’s just far enough away that her conversation won’t be heard.

“Jack, honey, is everything ok?”

“Emily,” he chokes out, his voice tight, a clear attempt to cover his emotions. She can hear Alice crying in the background, the sound twisting her stomach even further, “it’s Dad, he collapsed, I called an ambulance,” he rushes out, his words almost merging into one, “the paramedic said they think it’s a heart attack.”

“Oh my God,” Emily exclaims, her hand covering her mouth, her eyes scrunched closed as she tries to gather herself, “where are you now?”

“On the way to the hospital.”

“Did they say which hospital?” She asks, looking back at the team and getting Dave’s attention, waving him over with her hand, grateful when he walks over with no comment, the rest of the team curious, but continuing on with the profile. She hears a murmuring on the other side of the phone, Jack repeating the question back to the paramedics before he puts the phone back to his ear.

“George Washington.”

“Honey, I’m going to leave as soon as I can, ok? And I’ll meet you there.” She swallows thickly and shakes Dave’s hand off when he places it on her shoulder, sure she would fall apart if anyone was too kind. “How’s your sister?”

“She’s scared,” he says, “she wants to talk to you.”

“Ok, pass her the phone?” She asks, biting the inside of her lip as she hears Jack talking softly to his sister, some shuffling as the phone is passed over.

“Momma?”

It almost breaks her, the devastated sound of her little girl’s voice, but she holds it together, knows her time to be afraid would be after all of this, once Aaron was ok.

“Hi sweet girl,” she replies, hoping her voice sounds more even on the other side of the phone, “are you ok?”

“Daddy fell, wouldn’t wake up.”

She clenches her teeth and this time when Dave reaches out for her, a look on his face that said he at least understood something was very wrong, she doesn’t shake him off. Alice had seen whatever had happened, she’d been there when Aaron collapsed. The thought of it makes bile rise up her throat.

“I know, baby. I’ll be there soon, just make sure you listen to Jack. Don’t let go of his hand, ok?”

“Ok,” she sniffs, “Love you.”

Emily blows out a breath. “Love you too, can you pass the phone back to your brother?”

She hears the phone exchanging hands again, and the steady beeping in the background, a machine no doubt hooked up to her husband as he was transported to hospital.

“Jack,” she replies when the says her name again, “I’m going to leave now, it’s about a four hour drive but hopefully less. I’ll call when I’m close.”

“Ok,” he replies, “Love you, Emily.”

She chokes out a sound, and she doesn’t really know if it’s a sob or a laugh, maybe something in between the two.

“Love you too, honey, keep an eye on your sister.”

After she hangs up she looks at Dave, a sympathetic look on his face that she hates and she chokes out the words, the taste bitter in her mouth.

“Aaron had a heart attack.”

___

The journey is a blur.

Despite Dave’s insistence that someone came with her, she drives back to DC alone. She wasn’t sure she could have taken the entire journey full of platitudes, sure she would have snapped at one of her friends if they’d come along.

When she makes it to the hospital she barely makes sure the car is parked before she climbs out, rushing towards the entrance of the Emergency Room. By the time she makes it to the desk she’s already talking, the nurse sitting behind it not even looking at her when she starts.

“My name is Emily Prentiss, my husband was brought here. My kids-”

“Mommy!”

She turns just in time, Alice running into her legs at full force, her arms wrapped tightly around her. She looks up to see Jack and Jessica walking towards them, the pre-teen with his hands buried deep in his pockets, his eyes fixed on the ground. Emily leans down and picks Alice up, the familiar weight of her little girl in her arms slightly easing the tightness in her chest.

“Hi baby,” she says, kissing the side of her head, not missing the desperate way in which her daughter clings at her, all but trying to crawl under her skin, “Mommy’s here.”

When Jack makes it to her side he wraps his arms around her, and she makes sure Alice is secure on her hip before she puts an arm around him too, holding him as close as she can.

“Hi honey,” she says, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. He was only a few inches shorter than her now, bound to overtake her at some point, she looks up at Jessica and exchanges a tight smile with the other woman, “Jess, thank you so much for staying with them, how…”

She drifts off, having to clear her throat to force the emotion down.

“Jack called,” Jessica answers for her, smiling at her nephew, “I got here only about 20 minutes after they did, a nurse sat with them until then.”

It gives her a sense of relief, knowing her children hadn’t been alone as they waited for her.

“Have there been any updates?” She asks, holding Jack and Alice impossibly closer.

“A doctor came by about 30 minutes ago, said things were looking good,” Jessica says, guiding the family over to some seats, “they should come by again soon.”

Emily nods as she sits down, Jack detaching from her but sticking close by, choosing the seat right next to her. Alice clutches her so tightly Emily has no choice but to place her on her lap, kissing the top of her head again as they settle.

Alice was usually chatty, a trait neither of her parents was sure where it came from. She’d talk to anyone, talk their ear off about anything, but she was quiet, her fists tight in the neckline of Emily’s shirt, her face buried in her neck. She shifts the little girl slightly, just enough to be able to see her face, her own dark eyes shining up at her.

“You ok, sweet girl?”

Alice shrugs, her eyes filling with more tears, before she presses her face back into Emily’s neck, her tears burning against her skin. She looks up at Jessica who smiles sympathetically, her lips set in a firm line. Emily opens her mouth to try again, to do anything to hear her daughter’s voice, but she’s cut off.

“Family of Aaron Hotchner?”

___

She notices the moment he wakes up, his hand tightening ever so slightly around hers. Emily shifts forward on her seat, careful not to wake Alice, the little girl finally asleep in her lap. She squeezes Aaron’s hand in hers, and watches as his eyelashes flutter as he opens his eyes.

“Hey honey,” she says, smiling softly at him as he looks at her, his eyes slightly glazed over, the medication the doctors had given him clearly working.

“Em?” He asks, shaking his head slightly as if it would clear it. “What happened?”

“You had a heart attack,” she replies, “the doctors said you should be ok though.”

He nods, before frowning again, his eyes flitting down to Alice. “The kids?”

She sets her lips in a firm line and shifts her hold on his hand so their fingers link together, pre-empting the way he would inevitably blame himself for what happened.

“They saw it happen,” she squeezes his hand when she sees the grief flash through his eyes, the turmoil settling over his face, making him look somehow more drawn than he already did, “Jack called the ambulance, he went home with Jess a little while ago,” she nods down to the sleeping little girl in her lap, “Allie is a little quieter than usual, I don’t think she understands. When I tried to hand her over to Jess she almost screamed the place down,” she smiles weakly, “thought it was best to keep her with me.”

“God, I’m so sorry.”

She squeezes his hand again, wishing she could hug him, that he could hug her, but this was the best they could do for now.

“You have nothing to apologise for, love,” she replies, lifting their joint hands to press her lips to his knuckles, “nothing at all.” She clears her throat and looks at her watch. “I technically shouldn’t be here, I think the nurse took pity on me because of Alice, said we could stay until you woke up. As soon as they come in here we’ll be kicked out.”

He nods in understanding. “Are you ok?”

She chuckles humourlessly, “As ok as someone who got a call saying their husband had a heart attack can be.”

“Em-”

“I’m just so glad you’re ok,” she says, swallowing to dislodge the lump in her throat, the shake in her voice, “god knows I wouldn’t have been able to pick out a puppy for this one's birthday by myself.”

He smiles at her, a look in his eyes that lets her know he understands what she was doing, that this wasn’t the place for them to have this conversation. They’d spent far too much time sitting by each other’s bedside in hospital, had far too many rushed conversations when they thought it was their last chance to do so. They had a life together now, things were different.

They had time.

“She can have all the puppies she wants after this.” He says in response, and it makes her laugh, a little more tension in her chest easing.

Alice had wanted a puppy almost as long as she could tell them so, one of her first words being “dog.” At first, they had been hesitant, their lives chaotic enough, but Jack made it clear he wanted one too and their minds were made up. A joint decision that they would wait, Alice’s birthday seeming like the perfect time.

“I think we’ll start with the one, Aaron,” she replies, “see what the cat makes of it first.”

She felt Sergio simply wouldn’t care, just like he hadn’t cared when they brought Alice home for the first time. Barely casting the little girl a look until she was old enough to chase him around the house.

“Sounds like a deal.”

___

She sighs as she makes it to the top of the stairs, readjusting Alice on her hip as she does so. Jessica had just headed home, a tight hug and a promise of any help Emily needed left in her wake. Emily pops her head into Jack's room and sees he is fast asleep, she leaves the door slightly open, something she hopes he will take as a sign he can seek her out in the night if he needs to.

She goes into Alice’s room first, settling the half asleep girl onto her bed as she digs out pyjamas for her. She helps her into them, the usual insistence that she could dress herself nowhere to be found. Emily is just about to pull the covers back, tuck her daughter in when Alice grasps at her sleeve, strength Emily wasn’t expecting at this time of night.

“Momma’s bed.”

Emily cups her daughter’s cheek, pushing some stray strands of her wild hair behind her ear.

“You want to come sleep in Mommy and Daddy’s bed?” She asks softly, her voice a whisper in the hope they didn’t wake Jack up in the room next door. Usually, she didn’t encourage this, only letting Alice sneak into their room first thing in the morning, pulling the little girl under the covers with them sometimes the only way to get more sleep on a Sunday. But as Alice nods at her, her eyes shining, Emily knows she can’t deny her anything. “Come on then.”

She picks her up again and carries her to the master bedroom. Emily finds herself tensing slightly at the sight of the room, her husband's things strewn everywhere from where he’d been alone that morning. She settles Alice onto the bed and tells her to get comfortable, and she heads into the bathroom to change. She does a quick version of her nighttime routine, her exhaustion taking over, and climbs into bed alongside her daughter within minutes.

Alice is mostly asleep, snuggled up to her mother, her hand tangled in her pyjama shirt. Emily breathes her in and looks over to her husband’s empty side of the bed. Her eyes focus on the alarm clock he keeps on his nightstand, her eyes welling up as she sees the time, the clock switching to midnight.

She kisses the top of Alice’s head, her fingers trailing through the little girl's hair.

“Happy birthday, sweet girl.”

___

One Month Later

He was a terrible patient.

Emily already knew that was true, anytime he’d been sick over the years evidence enough, somehow worse than their children were.

This, however, was the worse she’d seen him.

At first, he’d seemed happy to follow the doctor's orders. He was slowly introducing his exercise back into his schedule now the cardiologist said it was ok, and he initially was receptive to the recommended dietary changes.

Emily was being as supportive as she could be. Replacing all the coffee with decaf, and donating any processed food they had in the house. She’d even dug out the blender Penelope had got them as a moving in gift when they bought their house, used only once for frozen margaritas before it went to live in the back of the pantry, to make smoothies.

As the weeks passed, he started to become more resistant to it. Never saying anything, but rolling his eyes if she made a comment about something he was eating, or watched as he put salt on his dinner. It made things tense sometimes, but she was working through it, never letting her emotions get the best of her.

Alice was still refusing to sleep in her own room, crying and screaming if they tried to settle her down in there, so afraid that something would happen to one of them. Jack kept a close eye on Aaron whenever they were in the same room, as if he was waiting for him to collapse again. Between holding them all together, Emily hadn’t had time to address her own feeling about it, to recognise how close she had come to losing the love of her life.

She had gone back to work a week ago, grounding herself for now so she was still around if necessary, since Aaron still tired relatively easily. He was due to go back to work in a few days, something that made her nervous, the thought of adding the stress of the FBI back into his life enough to leave her breathless.

She doesn’t say that though, doesn’t tell him that she has nightmares of walking into his office at work to find him unconscious on the floor. She smiles instead, nodding when he suggests having the BAU over for a few drinks before he goes back. She finds herself enjoying the evening, keeping a close eye on what Aaron is drinking, but still laughing at her friend's jokes.

The evening is winding down as she shows JJ and Will out, hugging her friends on the porch as they leave, and she sighs happily as she closes the door behind them. The house felt quiet without the team, only Dave left to go home, and she smiles to herself as she walks through the house to find him and her husband.

The smile fades off of her face as she steps into the backyard, assaulted by the smell of smoke almost immediately. She feels like she’s been kicked in the gut when she sees Aaron and Dave standing there smoking, cigars that Dave always brought out for big occasions. It had happened at her and Aaron’s wedding, given away when her new husband kissed her, the taste on his tongue making her turn her nose up at him.

It happened when Alice was born too. Aaron snuck back into the house after showing the team out, their first time meeting the newest Hotchner, the smell of smoke lingering on his skin. She’d made him shower before he could hold the baby again, her eyebrow raised as she dipped away from a kiss, Alice tiny and secure against her chest.

This was different, instead of an eye roll and mild admonishment she felt anger rising in her chest. All the sadness and grief she had forced down since Jack had called her coming to the forefront, spilling out of her in a way she couldn’t control.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” She asks, and she gains their attention immediately, both looking at her wide-eyed and caught out.

“Em-” Aaron starts, dropping the cigar and putting it out, but she cuts him off.

“Don’t Emily me.” She seethes, her finger raised to point at him, she turns to Dave, her eyes hard as she fixes them on him. “You need to go.”

“Bella-”

“Dave shut the fuck up, and get out of my house.”

He mercifully doesn’t argue with her any further, shooting Aaron a look that could only mean good luck before he puts out his own cigar, walking back through their house. She turns to look back at her husband, who at least had the decency to look regretful, and she swallows thickly, shaking her head at him.

“What is your problem, Aaron?” She asks, not missing how her voice shakes, the anger and sadness inside of her waging a battle to come out on top.

“Emily,” he says calmly, taking a step towards her, stopping when she takes a step back, her arms tight across her chest, “I’m sorry, it was stupid. But it’s just one-”

“It’s not just one cigar though, is it?” She asks shrugging her shoulders at him, her eyes boring into his. “It’s the coffee we both pretend you aren’t drinking even though I quit drinking it too to support you.” She laughs mirthlessly when he looks down at the ground, averting his gaze from hers, “oh yeah Aaron, I found the receipts from Starbucks in your jeans when I did your laundry,” she shakes her head, “at least I know you’d be useless at cheating on me if this is anything to go by.”

His head snaps up at that, his eyebrows knitting together as he scoffs. “Em.”

Any guilt she’d usually feel for the baseless implication is washed away by her other emotions, a mere drop of water in the wave she was being carried by, wiped away like the tear on her cheek.

“I know it’s a lot. I know it’s a big change in everything, but I am trying to keep you alive,” she says, no longer trying to hide her fear, the heartache she had felt for a month. Something that now felt like it was a part of her, of their family, an unwelcome guest in their home. “You nearly died, Aaron,” she points back at the house, knowing Jack would be entertaining Alice somewhere, both of them hopefully none the wiser about what was happening in the backyard, “in front of our kids for fuck sake, and you are acting like that’s nothing.”

For the first time since she’d walked outside, she sees a flash of anger across his face, his jaw tensing as he clenches his teeth.

“Now wait a minute-”

“No,” she cuts him off, “Jack has signed up for a CPR class at school, did you know that?” She asks, and she watches as he shakes his head, frozen to the spot, “and our 4-year-old refuses to sleep in her own bed anymore because she’s so scared about what happened, and I…” she drifts off, her words cut off by a sob, he takes a step towards her and she puts her hand up, stopping him in his tracks, knowing a single touch from him at this point would be her undoing, “and I thought I was going to lose you, Aaron. I drove home all the way from New York mentally planning what my life would look like without you and I hated it.” She swallows thickly, no longer bothering to wipe the tears from her cheeks. “So get your fucking act together, because we need you to care as much as we do.”

She goes to turn, ready to walk away and leave him to it, but she stops herself, her eyes meeting his again.

“I love you, Aaron,” she says, none of the usual joy or lightness in her words, tasting bitter for the first time ever, “and right now, that is hurting me. You are hurting me,” she sees how he recoils, almost as if from a physical blow, and she gets a sick sense of satisfaction from it, “and I am done trying to fix this by myself.”

She turns and walks away without saying anything else, ignoring him shouting her name as she walks into the house.

___

She ignores him when he eventually comes to bed, her back to the door, Alice asleep and snuggled up next to her. She squeezes her eyes shut, pretends to be asleep even though she knows he won’t fall for it. He tries to talk to her once, her name whispered in the darkness of their bedroom, but she doesn’t react. He sighs and kisses her temple as he climbs into bed next to her.

The next morning she leaves early, her chest still aching with everything from the night before. When she gets to work Dave is standing at her office door, his hands in his pockets and regret all over his face, but she storms past him, successfully ignoring him all day unless it was something work related. She was so angry at him still, so furious he hadn’t even thought about it, that she didn’t trust herself not to say something that could put permanent cracks in their friendship.

Aaron texts her throughout the day, and she replies, her anger not making her cruel. She smiles at the photos he sends her of Alice and Jack, the latter pushing his little sister on the swing in the park.

The day does quickly, almost too quickly for her liking, and she finds herself at home before she has been able to plan what she wants to say to him. She blows out a steady breath as she gets out of her car, her briefcase over her shoulder. She’s about to unlock the door when she hears what sounds like barking coming from the inside of the house, followed by Alice’s laughter. She frowns to herself as she opens the door, her suspicions confirmed when she is met with the sight of Alice and Jack on the floor, an excitable white ball of fluff between them that she assumes is a puppy.

“Hi, sweetheart.”

She looks up to see Aaron standing behind the kids, an unsure smile on his face, and what’s clearly a homemade smoothie in his hand.

“Is that…a dog?” She asks, placing her bag down by the door, squatting down by her children, and putting her hand out for the tiny creature, unable to suppress a smile as it licks her before returning its attention to Alice.

“We got him from the rescue centre, Alice picked him out, right sweetie?”

Alice nods enthusiastically, looking up at her mother. “His name is Marshmallow.”

“Marshmallow?” She asks, creasing her brow, looking up at her husband with a disbelieving look.

“She originally wanted to call him Mommy, so let's call this a win,” Aaron remarks, a smirk on his face that she can’t help but briefly return. He clears his throat, tilting his head over his shoulder towards the kitchen. “Shall we talk?”

She nods, kissing the top of Alice’s head before she stands back to her full height, ruffling Jack’s hair as she passes him. “You two be gentle with him ok?”

“Yes, Emily.”

“Ok, Mommy.” They say in unison, not even looking up from the newest addition to the family.

Emily blows out a steady breath as she joins her husband in the kitchen, sighing as she leans against the kitchen counter, her eyes briefly landing on the dirty blender in the sink before she looks back at him.

“A puppy, Aaron? Really?” She asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

“We promised Allie we would get one, now seemed like the right time,” he says, smiling when Alice’s laughter travels out from the living room. “Listen to her, Em. She hasn’t laughed like that in weeks.”

Emily shakes her head and looks down at the floor. “We’re not done talking about you getting a dog without talking to me about it,” she says, and she looks back up at him, a soft smile on her face, “but I know your heart was in the right place.”

He places his glass down and reaches out for her, and unlike the night before she doesn’t flinch away from him, allows him to wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

“Em, sweetheart, I am so sorry,” he says sincerely. His words instantly, and unexpectedly, make tears spring to her eyes, “you all deserve better than I’ve been acting.”

“Honey,” she says, her hands clasping at the back of his polo shirt, “I know it hasn't been easy for you, and that the loss of control is making you try to find it where you can’t-” she smiles through her tears as he mumbles something about profiling under his breath, “but I need you to take this seriously. We all do.” Her chin trembles with the force of her emotion, and despite her efforts to suppress it she sobs, leaning forward to bury her face in his chest, “I can’t lose you.”

He holds her tightly, his hand rubbing wide circles on her back as he kisses the top of her head.

“I know, baby,” he says, kissing her head again, “I know. And I am so sorry.”

They stand in their embrace, minutes passing by around them as she calms, her hitching breathes slowing back to normal as he infiltrates every one of her senses. She pulls back eventually, giving him a shaky smile as he wipes tears from her cheeks.

“No more cigars.” She says, her voice shaking, and he nods in response.

“No more cigars,” he agrees, “or secret coffees.” He leans down to kiss her, a silent promise against her lips, and she grimaces when she pulls back, making him laugh. “Those smoothies do taste terrible though.”

“God,” she frowns, “they really do.”

He kisses her cheek, still holding her close. “Dave texted me today,” he says carefully, “says you’re punishing him with the cold shoulder.”

She scoffs. “If he thinks that is his punishment he really doesn’t know me,” she says offhandedly. Aaron looks down at her, a curious look in his eyes. “I may have partnered him with Spencer for the foreseeable.”

“And?”

She frowns at her husband, “And what?”

“That’s not all you’re going to have done love, I’ve never seen you that angry,” he quips, quickly clearing his throat at the way she raises her eyebrow at him, “not that it wasn’t deserved.”

She hums in her throat, “Good recovery,” she deadpans, hoping she has got around explaining anything further to him, groaning when he digs his fingers into her ribs, “I…may have also told Spencer that Dave believes the Earth is flat.”

Aaron bursts out laughing and shakes his head at her. “I love you.”

She smiles in response. “I love you too.”

“Mommy, Daddy, Marshmallow got on the couch!” Alice calls from the living room, her excitement not filtering through to her parents. They both sigh simultaneously and Emily looks at her husband.

“You’re the one who got the dog.” She says, raising a brow at him.

He nods and kisses her one more time before turning and leaving the kitchen.

“Jack, Alice, what was my first rule about the puppy?” He asks, already walking towards the living room.

Emily gives herself a moment alone before she joins the rest of her family, the sense of dread that had settled in their home easing for the first time in weeks.

Things were going to be ok.

-x-

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themerrypanda · 2 years

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Also for the Grapefruit Sky server’s Luau gift exchange, I wrote this piece for @word-ghost. It is inspired by Harvey and her farmer OC Peach.

Read her story Sowing Uncertainty on AO3! (Especially if you want to catch the references, but it isn't required to understand the fluff here.)

Title: Movie Night

Word Count: 2,022

Somewhere in Years 3-4, Winter:

Harvey Palmer fastened his red tie and threw on his favorite green coat. He looked into the mirror above his bathroom sink, making sure each fold in his clothes were in place, then sighed deeply, content with the appearance of his attire. Years ago, he accepted that his hair wouldn’t ever look neat, but still he tried to comb it with his hand. At least the mustache was immaculate.

“Who do you have to impress?” A familiar voice inquired from the couch. “We’re just going out with friends.”

Harvey smiled as he turned to his girlfriend, Peach Miller, who was dressed in a warm sweater, scarf, and pearl earrings. No matter how much time passed, no matter what she wore, she looked as breathtaking as ever.

“Just you,” he said. He walked over to her and leaned to kiss her cheek. He craved more, but as her makeup had been done up by Emily before she came, he thought it best not to ruin her lipstick just yet. Still, Peach hummed contentedly into his ear. “Shall we get going?”

Peach nodded. Harvey extended a hand to her, and after taking it she stood up. “Emily won’t be able to make it. She left a note at her place for Shane. Apparently Gus’s stove stopped working, so he has to use his furnace to cook, which takes a while to clean and warm up.”

“Ah, that explains why I have the pleasure of an early visit. I feel poorly for Emily though.”

“She said she’ll be alright.” Peach assured him. “She’s planning on using her new day off next week to visit a friend in Calico Desert, so it’s not a complete loss for her.”

“That’s good.”

They descended the stairs from Harvey’s apartment and braced themselves for the outside cold as they began their walk to the theater. The Stardrop Saloon was in front of Harvey’s clinic, and even from outside, they could see that the kitchens in the back were quite busy. A puff of black smoke escaped the exhaust from presumably an old furnace inside the saloon. From an open window, they saw Emily, who then spotted them and waved them over.

“It looks like it’ll be just the two of you tonight!” Emily called out. “Shane’s watching Jas tonight.”

“What happened to Marnie?”

“She’s in Grampleton getting supplies. She’ll spend a whole day there getting stuff that isn’t available at Pierre’s, and it looks like she’s running late.”

“Dang,” Peach muttered. So much for her plan of getting everyone together in the brief lull in Harvey’s busy season. “Thanks for heads up!”

“Of course. Have fun you two!” With a wave and a wink, Emily disappeared into a different part of the kitchen.

Peach sighed, but not too heavily. “I’m sorry that didn’t work out.”

“That’s fine.” Harvey assured her. He reached for Peach’s hand and held it. “At least our date night part of the evening can begin sooner, even if it couldn’t land on either of our birthdays.”

“True…” Peach nodded. “This might not be too bad, just the two of us. We can pick a different movie than what we planned if we want.”

“What’s showing tonight?”

“At least The Miracle at Coldstar Ranch.”

“A classic Winter Star film. I’d be happy to watch it even without Emily and Shane.”

“Me too.”

Finally, Peach and Harvey made their way to the outdoor ticket counter. Three movies were being shown: the expected Miracle at Coldstar Ranch, the kids’ comedy sci-fi Wumbus, and a remastered old film…

“The Zuzu City Express?” Peach gasped excitedly. “I haven’t seen that movie in years. I loved it growing up!”

“Do you want to watch that instead?” Harvey suggested. “It’ll be just us two after all, and it starts in five minutes rather than twenty.”

“Only if you want to.”

“I’m happy either way.” Harvey turned to the ticketmaster and counted out money. “Two tickets for Zuzu Express, please?” In exchange for the money, the ticketmaster gave him two shimmery gold tickets. He passed one of these to Peach. She lit up in such a way that warmed Harvey’s heart faster than a fireplace after being out in cold snow. He held open the door into the theater, and together, they entered, offering their ticket stubs to the greeter.

“Welcome!” A cheery girl waved at them. She stood behind a counter, a concessions stand. Many snacks were displayed, including popcorn and cotton candy machines. “Would you like a snack for your movie? Today we have buttered popcorn, nachos, sour gummy slimes, apple slices, and more! Just read our menu and pick out what you like.”

“Two packs of apple slices, please?”

Harvey asked quickly and before Peach could protest. To his pleasant surprise, she didn’t. Rather, she gazed at him with a pleasant smile.

“You remembered my favorite.” She grinned.

“Of course! Only the best for Peach.”

“I’m just glad these apples don’t keep you away, doctor.”

“I doubt you’d succeed at keeping me away even if you had one of these a day. I’m lucky I could catch a break from flu season tonight.”

Harvey tried to ignore the concessions worker rolling her eyes as she retrieved the apple slices from a display refrigerator. He thanked her as he paid.

The sudden shout of a child drew their attention. The source came from in front of a claw machine. Specifically, Jas, who happily retrieved a stuffed lime green Wumbus from the prize slot. His hand still on the joystick, there stood Shane.

“Hi, Shane!” Peach waved. “I didn’t know you could still make it.”

“Yeah, sorry about that.” Shane shrugged. “Marnie needed me to watch Jas tonight. We’re going to see Wumbus. Jas already convinced Vincent that they can go to Miracle at Coldstar Ranch next week, and she didn’t want to see it twice.”

“That works out for you. You didn’t seem as interested in watching that when we were choosing a movie last week.”

Shane chuckled, a mildly guilty chuckle. “Well, you two can have fun at least. See you around, farmer, doctor.”

Shane and Jas made their way to the concessions stand and ordered sour gummi slimes and nachos. They would be watching their movie in Theater 3, as opposed to Theater 2, where Harvey and Peach would go watch their movie of choice.

Quietly they seated themselves in the middle-back of the theater. Three people were already seated in the front rows. Peach’s smile dropped when Alex, sitting beside his grandparents, turned to see them and waved, making a kissing face towards Peach. She flipped him off in reply.

The main lights in the theater dimmed, leaving only the dim pathway lighting leading to exits. The screen brightened, displaying a familiar title screen that made you think this will be one of those older silent films with prerecorded music to add to its ambience, but this was in fact one of the first movies to include audio, the actors needing to voice their lines with the same passion as in their acting.

A train rolled onto the screen, and there began the old tale, still in black and white, but with improved definition. In story, the Zuzu City Express makes one final trip south from the icy coast. It’s a three day journey.

A young lady sits in her empty train compartment, peering wistfully out her window to a frost-covered land and still sea. The protagonist, Mildred, is returning to the city after visiting her family for the holidays, reluctant to resume being a secretary for her uncle’s company once more. She looked outside, already missing being out and enjoying nature. She would soon return to a world of bills, smoke, and tall concrete buildings.

Her mind’s wanderings are interrupted by a confident man named Clarence, a small business owner and gardener from Castle Village, who entered her compartment by mistake. They would spend the next couple days talking to pass the time, and on the eve of their second day on the train, they shared a sweet kiss.

The next morning however, Mildred feels confused. Clarence proposes marriage, and she tells him it is too soon to decide. They had only met two days ago, after all. Fearing he will never see her again after the day, he asks that she give her answer before the train stops in Zuzu City. He has a connection that will take him to Castle Village, and won’t have time to wait before he makes the next train.

The closing shot is of Mildred once more wistfully looking out her window as the train slowed to a stop, wondering what her answer will be. Throughout the movie, she deals with a timeless theme: the conflict between reason and emotion. Will she follow the directions of her rational mind, or the longings of her heart? The movie ends before the audience finds out.

Harvey was so glued to the movie that he didn’t notice that Peach had been crying silently beside him. From his coat pocket he found a fresh tissue and offered it to Peach, who took it and tried to dry her eyes. They waited for George, Evelyn, and their grandson to leave, and thankfully Alex was preoccupied with carrying what remained of their snacks. Finally, after the last guests left the theater, Harvey dared speak.

“Are you alright?”

Peach nodded. “I had wondered what it would be like to watch this on the big screen. After the first year and a half here in Pelican Town, this movie hit closer to home than I expected.”

Ah. Right. On the heartbreaking road to them being in a relationship, both made mistakes, but Harvey believed his to be the biggest. It kept them apart for a year while she dated another man and even got engaged to him for a brief time. And despite his previous beliefs, she came back to him after it all.

“We’re together now,” he assured her. “Better late than never.”

Peach nodded, agreeing. She leaned into his side, and Harvey wrapped his arms around her consolingly. The moment was quietly interrupted. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a young janitor coming in armed with a broom and dustpan to clean up popcorn spills and the like.

“We should probably get going now.”

Slowly, they trudged out of the theater, and they walked the long journey to Peach’s farmhouse. As the snowy breeze felt even more chilly with the sun dipping under the horizon, Peach leaned into his side, and he rested his hand on her lower back pulling her closer, reassuring her that he still wanted to be with her. He’d be with her forever if she’d let him.

“When I was a kid…” Harvey broke the silence, “I liked to think that Mildred followed her heart and said yes, just as they were getting off the train.”

Peach huffed a little laugh. “If she were me years ago, for some odd reason she just wouldn’t believe Clarence was sincere, and run off before she could give him an answer. She’d go work for a year, might even get engaged to a coworker before finally running away from it all. She’d buy a ticket to Castle Village, and go looking for his small business, desperately hoping he wouldn’t already be married and that he can forgive her.”

Harvey hummed in thought. “I’d bet he wouldn’t have moved on. There’s only so many people in a small town, after all. They’ll take it slow, but they’ll be courting if not engaged by the end of the season.”

“I agree.” Peach was back to her lovely smiling once again when she stepped on her porch and retrieved the keys for her front door. “Still, I like our story best.”

She opened the door and invited him in with a gentle pull of his tie, bringing him into the house, and a slow, heartwarming kiss. Harvey smiled against her lips, sure the waxy lipstick was now more on his face than hers as he embraced her and closed the door behind them.

“So do I.”

#stardew valley #stardew valley harvey #stardew harvey #sdv harvey #harvey stardew valley #harvey sdv #mmarydee

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fleurmatin · 10 months

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Ode to Love

Pairing : Izumi Sena x OC Genre : Fluff Word Count : 1,058 Summary : Love is a powerful feeling that encompasses one's heart in a warm, gentle embrace. However, to someone like Elira, it's a confusing part of life she didn't get to experience yet... Or is that truly the case? The moment you realize you're in love, the world will open up to you in all its glory, and its beauty shall envelop your soul in a tender embrace.

Elira’s not a genius. Far from it actually.

Sure, academically, she’s smart and yes she’s knowledgeable in a lot of things, but compared to geniuses like Leo Tsukinaga, Elira would tell you that she’s average at best.

Ever since becoming close friends with the eccentric composer, Elira always wondered how he was able to constantly compose. Inspiration, to her, comes in waves like the ocean; one moment it surges through her very being and the next it’s gone, leaving a barren wasteland for her to travel in solitude.

Elira’s inspiration tends to stem from her experiences, which was why a lot of her songs had a dash of sadness, melancholy, despair and sometimes, even a hint of frustration. No matter how badly she wanted to write a happy song, her past would always come back to haunt her. As if taunting her, like a hunter toying with its prey. That’s why she could never seem to wrap her head around the infinite pool of inspiration that Leo has seemingly tapped into.

“Inspiration is everywhere, wahaha~☆ Just find your muse and the symphony shall resound throughout the cosmos~♪” was what Leo proclaimed.

Ah, a muse; such as Emilie Flöge to Gustav Klimt and Elizabeth Siddal to Dante Rossetti. The power love has on an artist is a sight to behold yet, it’s a rather difficult thing to find in the first place.

Love is not some kind of mathematical equation where you solve for “x”, nor is it a scientific methodology where you can combine elements to create a whole new compound. It’s something arbitrary. Intangible. Beyond logic and reasoning and in the realm of irrationality. Elira knows that, which was why she accepted the fact that she’ll never reach Leo’s level.

Leo, who’s known to give out his love to everyone and everything, unironically knows more about love than Elira, even if he doesn’t realize it himself. So it’s no wonder why his mind is constantly filled with melodies. Elira knows she’ll never get to experience that opera, but at least she can enjoy her local theater.

Though, as time passed, a subtlety started to plague Elira.

It started off with short beats that she would click her pen to while doing paperwork, followed by simple tunes she would hum while walking down the hallway. Unbeknownst to her, this was all due to a certain someone.

The gentle strumming of a harp envelops her mind when watching him practice. The victorious sound of trumpets resounding in her ears after watching him perform another successful live. A playful piano tune encompassing her very soul every time she teases him. They were all faint, so quiet in fact that Elira initially didn’t notice them, but once she did, they seemingly never left.

Each melody was different, Elira would even argue that they were unique to the situation. It was strange and even nerve-wracking to Elira, who never experienced something like this before. It scared her because she didn’t know what was happening.

In the realm of the unknown, you never know what’s going to happen next. It’s difficult to predict, to estimate and to hypothesize as there’s no basis of reality. For someone like Elira, who hasn’t fully experienced this world, it’s a confusing dimension to traverse.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

That day was a winter wonderland as snowflakes danced across the air and fluttered down towards the earth. Elira and Izumi planned to hang out together as school was off for the Christmas holidays. Packing her camera, a small notebook, and other necessities in her small backpack, Elira made her way to their meeting location.

When it comes to their hangouts, Elira would always end up arriving early as she couldn’t help but feel excited every time. The way her heart always raced at the thought of being with him was, once again, brushed to the side as she claims that she was merely glad to see a friend outside of school and business purposes.

Thankfully Izumi was on time, he always was, and this made sense since he was very nitpicky about it when it comes to work. Elira’s just glad that their time wouldn’t be cut short, even if it’s by a few minutes.

As they chatted with one another, while they visited stores and cafes alike, Elira felt the sudden need to take candid shots of the model. This may have started out as a habit, due to all the casual photoshoots the pair did, but for some reason, Elira could never fight against it. A warm feeling would spread throughout her chest as she reviewed the photos in her camera roll; a soft smile forming on her lips.

Looking through the various pictures, all the while listening to Izumi rant about Leo vandalizing the studio walls… Again… Elira’s eyes landed on a particular photograph causing her to stop scrolling.

“Izu look!” Elira exclaimed happily, immediately cutting off the silver-haired idol’s rant, but before he could even scold her, Elira stopped dead in her tracks and turned the screen towards him.

“Hm? You’re actually getting better. Of course that’s not a surprise, being my photographer helped you improve this quickly, after all~♪” Izumi praised, in a roundabout way of course, causing a light giggle to escape Elira’s lips as she looked up with a smile plastered on her face, but the moment she did, she froze.

Izumi’s expression was a pinch softer than his usual demeanor. Those who aren’t familiar with him wouldn’t be able to notice how his eyes weren’t as sharp as they normally were, how the corners of his lips were slightly raised into a subtle smile or how his face was angled slightly lower to where he wasn’t looking down as smugly as usual.

At that very moment, an orchestra completely enveloped Elira’s senses. Melodies accompanied by harmonies paired with beautiful chord progressions and subtle ostinatos; strings, percussion, brass and woodwinds alike all came together in unity to play a truly beautiful score. It was a piece filled with so many emotions, causing Elira’s heart to beat rapidly, her freckled cheeks burning a light shade of red, and a warmth engulfing her completely.

This was a symphony that must be written down. A score that shouldn’t be lost in the realm of intangibility. The world needs to hear this masterpie-

Oh. Oh…

I get it now.

#ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars oc #enstars oc #izumi sena #izumi sena x oc #fanfic #fanfiction #oc x canon #enstars yume #yumeship #yume #yumejoshi #⚜️ izulira 🌸#writing

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aplacewherewillowsgrow · 1 year

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Beetlejuice (musical)/ Pushing Daisies AU

Lydia, an adult now 35+, is a fairly successful painter, sculptor and photographer. But her main source of income is from her career as a private detective. With unusual access to the beyond, Lydia is strangely successful at solving murders: it’s much easier when the victim can tell you exactly what happened. Post-canon, set in the Broadway version but references the movie & cartoon here and there too. BJ & Lydia have long since made amends, that’s old news and however it happened is up to you. Partners/ best friends, Emerson Cod & Ned the Pie-maker style. Delia’s 60something now and still fucking fabulous, Charles is in his 70s, they still live at home with the Maitlands.

(I'm a good nonfiction writer, but creative/fiction writing is something I haven't done a lot of, it's hard! I wrote this all out in about 2 hours in a burst of inspiration, and idk if I'm ever going to touch it again, but I really had fun doing this. More like plot bullet points than writing, and dialogue is more expository than character-based, but I hope you have fun if you read this. And I hope you watch pushing daisies, because it is so fucking delightful)

Prologue: how it started

Instead of killing, Betelgeuse had learned to channel his rage and frustration into knitting.

Making his way back into Lydia’s good graces had been hard, and the rest of her family had been even harder. The Maitlands had very gradually accepted the friendship between he and Lydia, after they saw how much he cared for her and how desperately willing he was to earn her acceptance. Much therapy, good talks, etc. Lydia, for all her outward grittiness, had a deeply kind heart and really had loved her time with the demon. Drawing clear boundaries and with both of them knowing that she would end him again if the situation called for it, Lydia had allowed him to work his way back into her life, and bj had in turn had become laser focused on learning human rules and mores. Lydia had lost her mother, but at least she had known the power of Emily’s love. BJ had never even had that to start, and Lydia could understand better than anyone what that loneliness and isolation could drive someone to do. What he’d done to her and her family had been horrible, yes, but Lydia had been willing to give him the benefit of a doubt, and he was more than grateful. It had taken some years, but the 2 were once again inseparable. Adam and Barbara, out of kindness and love and trust in Lydia, had slowly come around as well.

It hadn’t always been easy, though. In times of confusion and poor communication, conflicts occasionally had arisen and tempers had flared. BJ’s inevitable failures had caused him rage and anxiety, and the family realized that he needed a healthier coping mechanism than, say, murder.

Barbara, sweet, beautiful Babs, had always wanted to learn to knit anyways. Her interest in the arts and her creativity hadn’t gone away with time, and she still liked to sample various recreational activities, and that never would go away. Knitting had been difficult to learn, even frustrating at times for Barbara. Once she got going at it, though, Barbara had become quite good, and she found that it really got her into her flow state. Everyone in the house had a sweater, and by this point Adam and Lydia both had blankets, too. Adam’s is a beautiful, deep blend of red and purple, and Lydia’s is comprised of several, subtly different hues of black. (Delia desperately hopes she’s getting one next.)

Barbara had made it a condition of their friendship that BJ try it with her as a calming technique.

“Every time you feel your frustration and rage get out of control, and you feel like you have to murder, please come sit and knit with me instead,” she had said. “I think it could help you. And it really is soo rewarding!”

[It’s simple: Lydia ultimately trusted bj enough to call his name 3x, just to see what would happen. Neither of them knew how it would affect him. He was ghostly once again after his death. Although the family could still see him and they always would, the rest of humanity continued to ignore his strange and unusual presence. But by summoning him once again, Lydia had made him visible to the world once again. Marriage and life were wholly not on the table this time around, but Bj was content to be able to walk in the real world with his Lyds. When people could see him, Lydia could talk freely to him, and he much preferred that. He had tried leaving the house with her a few times before the summoning, but she chose not to have conversations with thin air in public, so walking around with her but being largely ignored had been a frustrating experience. This way, ]

Ch.1 how it’s going

Lydia peeled the sheet back gingerly, peered down at the corpse on the table and grimaced. It really wasn’t as messy as the coroner’s new intern had described, but the man certainly hadn’t had an easy death either. He would be easy enough to find in the netherworld, but today was all about collecting evidence. Lydia snapped clinical photos of his injuries, then turned her attention to his fingernails. Undoubtedly, samples had been taken already and would be noted in the medical examiner’s report, but Lydia nonetheless bent to inspect them for herself. She looked closely and snapped a few more close- ups, but the mortician had paid attention to detail, and the hands were manicured and tidy. Despite having been in the ground for the last 7 months, Jacques Lelane still looked remarkably like himself.

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Notes taken, Lydia Deetz headed up the stairs, passing by the smug intern on her way to the front door. He smirked in her direction. “Feeling okay, Miss Deetz? It’s not every day we get in a stiff that’s been buried over seven months. That sight can’t be easy on a nice little lady’s stomach. I’m happy to bring you a tissue, or a barf bag if you need it.” Lydia smiled tightly back at the assistant, who clearly hadn’t been told about her yet.

“Oh, I’ve seen much worse than poor Jacques. He is still better looking than my late ex-husband ever was, so he’s okay with me.”

Intern laughed awkwardly, caught off guard. “Let me get you the reports. I’d be surprised if you find anything new at this point, though. The cops already checked through everything, and it didn’t lead them anywhere. There’s nothing new to find. This case isn’t gonna be solved, and I think it was a waste of time and resources to pull this guy back up again. They shoulda left him alone to rest.”

Lydia let her smile drop. “Jacques Lelane deserves justice. His family deserves to have closure. I’m going to find that for them. He doesn’t care what happens to his body anymore, he doesn’t need to rest because he is dead. All he needs now is answers.”

Intern gaped at Lydia, silent now as he handed her the file.

“I’m sure we’ll see one another again soon, Kevin,” Lydia said, slipping the file into her neat black briefcase. “Don’t just go around thinking that death is some restful, relaxing thing. It’s just as chaotic on the other side.” Donning a large black hat and sunglasses, Lydia left the medical examiner’s office and made her way back into the world of the living.

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Lydia met her partner at their usual booth at The Pie Hole, eager to delve into her files and equally eager for a slice of her usual pear-Gruyère pie. She stopped short when she noticed Bj furiously knitting, his needles clinking and clacking together as more and more of a very hideous scarf piled up in his lap.

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice broadway #lydia deetz #pushing daisies #alternate universe #i just love both these pieces of media so much #and they go so well together #wrote this to get my feelings out about the show closing #the whole being dead thing #betelgeuse #ned the piemaker #emerson cod #delia deetz #barbara maitland #adam maitland #beetleb*bes dni #my writing!#i have NEVER written fic before! this was fun!

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hardestgrove · 2 years

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Tbh I think Billy may enjoy roleplaying + approved violent activities as an escape from like. His life. Also swords who doesn't love swords. He'll still be conflicted about it being nerdy though no one can know he likes it

yeah like you could get him into things like SCA combat or Dagorhir which is a full contact no "magic", no real roleplaying just shield bashing people across a field battle/war game. this all still works in his brain and is like, a socially acceptable way of engaging in violence which he's both into and kinda needs. and given the state of the community for this kinda shit especially in the 80s the likelihood of him running into anyone who's opinion he actually care about there is like, nil. So he can like it and the only people who'd know are like, emily, eddie, steve idk whoever's like... also going or in the friend group. but they've also got brains and know billy well enough to keep their mouths shut in public around hawkins about it.

anything like D&D would take likely years or a LOT of bribery to get him to play and he would never EVER play with the younger kids (except for max only bc she has special rights). only plays when it's older crowd, eddie dms and he knows he's getting a minimum a blowjob for his presence. he loosens up about at least giving nerdy shit people around him like a shot as he gets older but at the start 10000% you gotta bribe him or promise him carnage.

#answered #billy is the kind of person who i feel could play chaotic evil and play it well and that is terrifying

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whatsterrareading · 7 months

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Meet the Book Blogger Tag

Truth be told… I wasn’t tagged by anybody… BUT! I think this would be a good way for each and every one of you to get to know me, what I’m about, and what I will bring to the table of book blogging.

Here are the rules for this tag:

Nominated bloggers can nominate ten other bloggers.

Use the same questions from the tag.

Tag the original creator (Bibliomavens) and the blogger who tagged you

Questions

Who is your all-time favorite book character?

Throwing me straight to the wolves with this one… AND SPEAKING OF WOLVES~ Remus Lupin from the Harry Potter series. I mean, how could he not be is the real question here. A part of the Marauders, Remus helped to create The Marauder’s Map, he was the intellectual best friend to a bunch of hooligans (and I mean that in the most loving of ways… except for one person in particular, you know who I’m talking about), not to mention the man was a werewolf! Seriously a top tier character and if you don’t agree that he is, at the very least, the best character in the Harry Potter series, read them again.

Picture Belongs To: @/lunopal on Twitter

If you were stranded on a desert island, which book would you take with you? (Survival books do not count)

Obviously, I’m going to have to go with Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. Considering I haven’t gone a single year without reading at least the first three Harry Potter books in over a decade, it would seem unthinkable to not have it with me at all times anyway.

Illustration Done By: Mary GrandPré

What’s your most unpopular book opinion?

When a book gets their cover changed to match the movie poster. Seriously, I hate it. I know ‘hate’ is a strong word but it honestly looks horrendous in my opinion. There’s a reason they are usually no more than 5 or so bucks and I still wouldn’t pay it simply because of the cover alone.

What’s your weirdest bookish habit?

I crack the spines on my paperbacks… Listen, I start out strong, I’m barely opening the pages, trying to preserve the neatness that is my paperbacks… but when I go to close the book and it does that curl thing with the cover, all bets are off. I don’t know why it sets me off like it does but to me, it’s worse when the cover curls than just to break the spines so now, while I’m reading anyways, the book opens all the way, the cover doesn’t stick up nearly as bad, and I can enjoy the book folding it in half.

What character would you bring to a family event as your fake partner?

A fake partner to bring around my family… this one is truthfully very hard to answer considering my parents live states away but if I had to choose… without hesitation Ilmari from Pucking Around by Emily Rath. Seriously the only thing that could make that man better is if he played football for LSU but otherwise he’s a sportsmen (which will give him something to talk about with just about everyone), he speaks when spoken to (mostly), and he can keep the southern goodbyes to a minimum. He’s *chef’s kiss* perfection… though getting him to actually agree to the whole “fake partner” thing might prove to be its own challenge, one I’d be willing to accept.

I would like to mention that Pucking Around by Emily Rath is a spicy romance so no one under the age of 18 should be reading this.

What made you decide to start a book blog?

I’m going to blame my ADHD on this one. Searching through all kinds of hobbies, blogging seems to be what appealed to my hyperfixation the most. Who knows, maybe this hyperfixation with be the thing that sticks, maybe I found my niche, one never knows until they try! I’m here to have fun, meet many passionate readers as I’m from a small town where no one or their mama’s read, and could really use the interaction. All in all, I’m here to have fun and hope that you all are here to do the same.

What about reading and books do you love the most?

For me personally, books, reading, and writing are the ultimate forms of art. It’s such a tangible way to not only experience a world that the author had built but to understand different ways of life whether it be reality or fiction. You can understand a range of emotions from happiness, sadness, anger, acceptance, name it you can find it within the pages. You can either feel a connection on an emotional level or simply push outside the realm of reality and escape into someone else’s world leaving yours behind for a little while. Whatever it is you need, books, reading, or writing, they can give you that.

What is your field of study/desired profession/current profession?

As for my current profession I am a supervisor of a local clothing store. You can even find me streaming on Twitch from time to time, my favorite games at the moment are Hogwarts Legacy and Final Fantasy XIV Online, I will post my Twitch link down below for you all. But for my desired profession, I want to be the owner of my own bookstore. I want there to be plenty of books to choose from, seating for anyone just needing a place to escape for a little while, and enough space so that my husband can run a game store alongside me.

What are some book recommendations that became your favorites/obsessions?

Firstly, Arc of the Scythe series by Neal Shusterman, seriously I cannot talk enough about this series, if you haven’t taken the time I highly recommend you do so.

Second, The Fallen Men series by Giana Darling. Another spicy romance series so anyone under the age of 18, do not touch. Still an ongoing series it was one I couldn’t put down and I very much plan to pick back up once the next book comes out.

And thirdly, I mean how can I not add it? The Harry Potter series by JK Rowling. You love castles? Mythical creatures? Magic? Pick up the Harry Potter books.

What is the book you shove down everyone’s throat?

Easily the book I shove down people’s throat the most… Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by JK Rowling. When you literally have two Harry Potter related tattoos, it’s easily the most talked about book at your disposal… I’m not ashamed of it.

And there you have it! Meet the Book Blogger Tag has drawn to a close and though I don’t have anyone to tag at the moment… if you see this, you’re tagged, do it, do the thing, have fun with it, let the world know about you and your bookish thoughts and opinions. You can do it! Thank you to everyone who took the time to get to know me, I can’t wait to get to know all of you, have a good one!

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