#ch: bryan

[dailyrannells]

#andrew rannells #tv: the new normal #ch: bryan #r: bryan x david

[nickys-theater-blog]

i simply cannot get enough of bryan’s “house of labeijaaaa” in that one clip from the new normal

#i fucking love bryan #and i love andy rannells sm #true talent #i quote that EVERYDAY #andrew rannells #ch: bryan collins #tv: the new normal

[inmydrcams]

I just saw a Bryan Adams concert and I have to say that Steve would be into "summer of '69"

#ch; s. harrington #( ;; we don't vibe with fanon ) #also Bryan Adams live? 10/10 would recommend #it's my first concert after covid started and I needed this

[htchnr]

05 ★ heartless love crime ❥ ch: remember me.

➻❥ masterlist. ➻❥ buy me a coffee!

CW ➻ public sex ⋆ fingering ⋆ piv ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ biting ⋆ creampie ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

SUMMARY ➻ At the vibration in your purse, you maneuvered the bags to one side and pulled out your phone. It was a message from Aaron. One that your brow twitched at. "Remember me on your date tomorrow." WC ➻ 5,8K.

AUTHORS NOTE ➻ hi 😁 this is not a nice series! i want to make that clear!! Hotch is toxic, rude and awful in this. (yet so hot at the same time uhg)

AUTHORS NOTE ➻ next chapter will be the last chapter for this series! so i hope you all enjoyed this short ride as much as i did!

★ - © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫! - ★

➻❥ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫. ➻❥ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫.

"Where are you?"

You stood outside the storefront of Macy's, off to the side to not block the entrance. Phone pressed to your ear, you covered your other ear to hear the line better. You'd been walking around the mall aimlessly for twenty minutes, waiting for your friend to arrive.

The others were busy and you didn't want to try on clothes alone. You knew today was Susan's day off, but you were still a little pissed at her and didn't want to have girl time with her just yet. The only other one available had been Susan and she agreed to meet you after lunch. Well, you ate alone in the food court, treated yourself to a bit of ice cream since you were early enough, got hit on by a group of guys that had you scurry far away from the food court like it was infested, and just killed time browsing stores.

The small bag of body lotion from Bath and Body Works swayed as you turned to look up and down the floor. Of all your friends, Susan was the most punctual. She was just the type of person to not leave you waiting. When Susan made plans, she stuck to them. So, you were confused why you stood alone in front of Macy's after twenty minutes.

She sounded sorry, at least, when she responded. Tone low and apologetic, she sighed. "Sorry. I didn't have time to call you. A coworker didn't show up for their shift and I got called in. It's been hectic for the past two hours, but I'm glad you called!"

You let out a sigh of your own, shifting your weight to one leg. You couldn't be mad at Susan. "It's fine."

"I can come after work if you want, but it wouldn't be until seven."

You pulled your phone away from your ear, the white font made you bite your cheek. It was half-past one. You shook your head, not that she could see it. "No, it's fine. I'm already here. No big deal."

She sighed again and her momentary silence allowed you to hear the faint office buzz around her. You felt bad, knowing she felt bad for accidentally standing you up. "I have to go, but I'm really sorry."

You made sure to reassure her it was perfectly fine before exchanging goodbyes. Once the line clicked and you put your phone back in your coat pocket, you puffed your cheeks and let out a deep breath. Great. You had to use your taste in fashion to judge what to buy. Your eyes fell to your current outfit. It seemed normal enough, but you didn't want normal.

You took what Aaron said to heart. You wanted to wear something to leave Bryan in a state of awe, that'd leave him distraught he couldn't have you. And to spite Susan when you'd go on this date just to turn Bryan down again. You may be in a petty mood, but she was also in the wrong for trying to force this onto you. Bryan just happened to be collateral damage, but you'd still let him down gently.

You walked into the store, passing the accessories and handbags at the front. You weren't even being humble when you didn't trust your taste in fashion to wear something sexy. For one, your wardrobe was a clash of something your grandma would wear and that of someone forced into abstinence from the hours in the day wasted away in an office. That, and you weren't comfortable with clothes labeled for promiscuous or intimate occasions. It just made your skin crawl to have to stand in public, with possibly more skin exposed than you'd like, vulnerable to strangers' gazes.

Granted, Aaron said something pretty, not sexy. He could've meant sexy, which you interpreted, but you were more than fine if you found something a little more in your comfort zone. That, and you were in Macy's, you doubted you'd find anything jaw-dropping here, but the prices enticed you. If you would dress out of your comfort zone, you were going to do it on a budget. The only clothes you threw your money blindly at were the silk pajama sets you liked. It was starting to become a problem for your closet space, actually.

You held your head high. Your poor fashion taste wouldn't dampen your spirit. There were perks to shopping alone. For one, nobody would rush you or vice versa. You could comfortably go at your own pace. Maybe even explore other stores in the mall after this to go on a shopping spree. You came all this way, after all. No doubt you'd find something suitable if you took your time.

"Sure. Hit me with another sample."

Every fiber of your being tensed. You whipped your head to the familiar voice. There, in the perfume and cologne section, Aaron Hotchner leaned against the counter while the lady behind it pulled a card from its holder. He smiled charmingly at her, eyes trained to her every move.

"You'll love this one. It's called White Musk." She sprayed a small amount of cologne onto the card, to which he lowered his head a bit to get a good whiff.

Your heart raced. Of course, he was here. You seemed to run into him more recently than you had in your first month of him entering your life. It was like the universe was telling you something. What it was, you had no idea, but you wanted to go over and stand by his side. To see what would happen.

You faced forward and continued your march to women's clothing. Yeah, no, you wouldn't drop your shopping trip to glue yourself to him. You were stronger than that. Aaron had no control over you from there, so you'd keep your distance. As long as he didn't notice you, you were safe from falling into his clutches.

Deep in the lines of clothes, whatever caught your eye first would have your undivided attention. And like a little kid, you happened to be drawn to the prettiest colors. You weaved your way to a dark blue dress, chanting "ooh" in your head like a caveman discovering fire. The excitement died a little as you got a good look at it. It was severely low cut and backless. Your nose wrinkled slightly and you shook your head. Seductive, but not your comfort level. Maybe not this one.

You browsed through a few clothes racks, your search mainly diverted to the clearance racks. A few tops and dresses were draped over your arm. Even if they weren't for the date, in the end, you didn't mind a few new clothes for a discount. You made your way through those racks, taking anything that pleased you. Your arm held a good amount of clothes as you moved past the clearance rack to other dresses. You were a bit excited about possible new additions to your wardrobe.

Touching the hangar for a cute summer dress, you glanced up when Aaron leaned against the clothing rack with one arm. He gave you his charming smile as his eyes took in your outfit. Your heart leaped into your throat, not used to being the subject of his attention, no matter how fake you knew the smile to be.

"So, are you buying clothes for your date?"

"Maybe." You brushed past him to another rack, which he promptly leaned against as well.

"You know, you should consider this one." You watched him slip his hand to the inside of his coat, procuring and proudly holding up lacy red lingerie. An embarrassed sound escaped you, grabbing it from his hands and stuffing it back into his coat before your eyes flitted around the store. You hoped nobody saw him hold it up to you.

"Did you seriously go to the lingerie section to get this to me?" You hissed, heat blossomed across your face. "When were you into lingerie?"

He scoffed and pulled the lacy piece out of his coat, tossing it onto the rack. You hurried to another clothing rack and he followed you. "I'm not above a lady wanting to show her figure. In fact, I'd make sure to show my appreciation for her effort."

"Maybe offer it to the perfume girl you were talking to."

He smirked. "Ah, so that was you watching me." You frowned, but couldn't deny his claim. His eyes fell to a black turtleneck beside him. "How about this?"

"That?" You furrowed your brow. He did say pretty, but you didn't think the turtleneck would fit into your mental criteria for this date. It seemed fairly sophisticated.

"Yeah. Problem?"

You shook your head. He placed the top on your pile. Imagine your surprise as he eventually led you around, seemingly picking whatever happened to catch his eye first and tossed it onto your pile. To his credit, he had good finds that would've taken you longer to find, given how you were sharply grading the clothing's worth but he sped through them.

There was a set of changing rooms nearby that you both eventually ended at. He plopped himself onto the sofa that faced the hall of stall doors. When you didn't move, he looked up at you with a raised brow. A look you mimicked.

"What are you doing?" You asked.

"What's it look like?" He relaxed into the cushion, spreading his legs out as his arms stretched on the back of it. "I want to see what you pick."

As much as you told yourself this was supposed to be a solo shopping trip--with Susan, if not for her work--you couldn't argue with him when he looked like that. His body looked inviting and the cocky little head tilt told you he knew what you were thinking, followed by the slight further spread of his legs. You frowned but turned and walked into one of the stalls. He would not get you to act on your thoughts this time, not in public. You wouldn't give him what he wanted, to fluster you.

The pile of clothes you hung up bulged off of the wall. You made sure the door was locked behind you, just in case he got any funny ideas, and stripped your coat and top off, setting them onto the mini bench built in front of the mirror, where you'd already set down your bag of lotions. Your eyes flicked to your figure in the mirror before you grabbed the topmost hanger with a striped shirt. You pulled it down and looked at yourself in the mirror. Horizontal stripes of orange, blue, and white flattered your figure, but you didn't like how deep the v-cut went and the sleeves were too tight. Off. Next one.

You went through several tops and dresses, most of your pile done and finished before you settled on a select few. Three tops to keep, one from the clearance rack and the other two picked by Aaron , and a dress also picked by Aaron . The dress, you thought over, happened to suit your tastes nicely. Classy, long-sleeved, with a sheer back where the zipper laid. It seemed seductive enough if you played it up, but overall it left little to the imagination with your figure. You were almost afraid to look at the price tag from how beautiful it was, but the price wasn't extreme. Still pricey, but worth it.

Dress unzipped, you opened the stall door and brought out the clothes you didn't want, and put them on the clothing rack beside the stall. You kept your back to your stall to not expose yourself and looked over at Aaron . Hoping to have him zip you up, rather than struggle another 5 minutes to get it up.

Aaron had his head resting comfortably on the back of the sofa, chin tilted far back and exposing his neck as he flicked his hand in a lazy wave to passing women. They'd all smile in return with a flirty giggle. The way he spread on the sofa and seemed so casual garnered attention, especially when he both carried himself and looked like a Hollywood star. A few had been with boyfriends, who wrapped their arms around their shoulders and glared at Aaron but that only spurred his cocky smile all the more. You turned to go back into the stall just as he lowered his head to face you.

"Hey," he snickered when the door closed. "Come back out here. You want to show me what you're wearing?"

You peeked your head out the door, earning another laugh from him. "I don't have it zipped."

He dropped his elbows to his knees and leaned forward. "Are you inviting me back there to help you?"

You didn't answer. He still got up and made his way to your stall at the very end of the short hall. You ducked inside as he pushed the stall door open more for himself and came in. The door closed behind him and, without turning away from you, he reached behind him and locked it. You looked up at him but his gaze fell onto the mirror behind you, giving him a good view of your bra and exposed back from the dress.

He closed the distance between you, reaching behind you. Two large hands palmed at your ass and you gasped into his chest. You looked up at him ready to remind him how thin the walls were here.

"Relax, sweetheart. I'll get to it." He gave one good squeeze before he reached for the zipper. You kept your eyes on his face while he pulled it up tantalizingly slowly, his gaze locked onto the view provided to him from the mirror. When the zipper came up no more, he grabbed your waist and turned you around. "I think you look good."

You looked at yourself in the mirror, specifically the parts where Aaron started to touch you. The way his hands curved with your hips, his chin that he placed on your shoulder to also look. Only, he looked at your eyes with a cocky smirk. He knew just where your mind had drifted. The dress concerned you no longer. You liked that he liked it on you. You also knew he liked the part that came after helping you into it.

His lips ghosted over your ear. "What are you thinking about?" A redundant question on his part. You knew he knew.

You forced a scowl, less intimidating than you wanted it to be, given you didn't have any anger in you. You were too preoccupied with the growing warmth in your belly. "Nothing you need to know about."

"Doll, in my hands, I already know everything you're thinking of." He pulled your rear against him. The bulge in his pants made you shiver. Voice no more than a low mutter, it reverberated your ear. "And I'm gonna fuck you. Right here."

"We can't-"

"We'll play a little game. You keep quiet and I might make this quick." He slowly unzipped the back of the dress, biting at your ear. "If you make any noise, I won't be able to help myself. And we could be here for a long time."

"Aaron , I-" Your breath hitched as he slipped his hand through the open back of the dress, sliding his hand over the curve of your ass and thigh, up to the junction between your thighs. He only traced his fingers over the hem of your underwear, a featherlight touch to your clothed cunt. You wanted to feel more. "I don't think I can."

His breathy chuckle into your ear filled your stomach with butterflies. "If you don't want us to get caught, you'll have to be."

He pushed your back gently until you placed your hands on the bench. Sliding his hands over your back, shoulder, and down your arm, he pushed the dress off of your shoulders until it pooled around your wrists. The rest of the dress pooled down the bench and around your ankles. You looked at yourself in the mirror, at the swell of your breasts. The mounds fought gravity in your bra, cupped to your chest, but Aaron worked to undo the clasps and push it down to your wrists with the dress and free your breasts.

Your breaths came out uneven. In the mirror, you watched at an angle where he cupped your breasts in his hands and squeezed. The ring on his index finger trailed a cool path over your nipple. He leaned over you, keeping you down, but pulled your breasts towards him and arched your back. You bit your lip. His hands looked so lovely on you like that. Veins protruded from his hands. A silver watch on his left wrist slid cooly against your skin.

You muttered his name softly, head lolling onto his shoulder as his hand slid down to your underwear. His middle finger brushed a stripe through the material, light as a feather, and your breath caught in your throat. He pressed his lips to your neck, nipping at the flesh.

"Good girl," he mumbled. "Nice and quiet."

He moved his hand to the top of your panties, pushing his hand past the hem. The moment the rough pads of his fingers spread your lower lips and touched your clit, you jolted. A sharp exhale slipped out of you. He gave you a punishingly slow stroke to your clit.

"No noises." He circled his fingers over you, applying more pressure. Your back arched more, head dug into his shoulder. "Do you want someone to hear you?"

"No," you sighed, gaze locked onto the mirror.

His free hand cupped your breast, ring brushing over your nipple. He pinched it between two fingers and lightly twisted as two fingers pushed into your cunt. Despite you biting down your lip, you couldn't fully suppress a breathless gasp. He groped your breast in sync to the pump of his fingers in you.

Your hips bucked onto his hand, electricity coursing through your veins. Attention had been generously provided by the rough pad of his thumb on your clit in mesmerizing circles. Each buck of your hips, your voice grew. From soft mewls to whispery moans, your face scrunched in concentration to hold your tongue but instincts overrode rationality. You had to be vocal, like the sound added to the experience.

Rationality had gone out the door. If someone were to walk by, they'd hear your soft sounds and the wetness of your cunt taking his fingers in stride.

"Can't seem to follow an order." He stopped groping your breast just for his large hand to clasp around your throat, but he didn't squeeze. His lips brushed against your ear, your eyes locked onto his through the mirror. "It's like you want to be found. Want people to see you getting fucked by my hand. You want that?"

You couldn't fully say you didn't.

"You want some poor stranger to see me fuck you until you can't stand?" He smiled.

"I-ah." Not one proper sentence could come out of your mouth. He curled his fingers into you, scissored your cunt, and put a third finger in. It filled you up, stimulated you.

You could feel the tight coil in your stomach. It twisted into a knot, pulling a higher pitched moan from you. One that was stopped by a tight squeeze to your throat. Aaron let up right after and you coughed, but he used the opening to put two fingers into your mouth. Buried down to the knuckle, you gagged, your tongue swirling over them. The cool touch of his ring brushed over your bottom lip.

When your eyes flickered to his own in the mirror, he narrowed his gaze. "You want to be my good girl, right?" You nodded as best as you could in his hold. With a smirk, he pinched your clit and laughed quietly to himself as your whine was blocked by his fingers. "Then, I suggest you try to be quieter. Don't enjoy this too much."

You gave a muffled affirmative around his fingers. Drool pooled out the sides of your mouth and along his knuckles. Pleased, he pumped his fingers vigorously into you. Your eyes bugged out of your head, then fluttered shut as your mouth fell open, completely losing all thought. All you could do was feel; feel the way he curled his fingers, the way the rough pads of his fingers rubbed your walls, feel the way his words vibrated against your skin.

His warm breath fanned the stray hairs around your ear. "That's it. That's my girl."

Drool dribbled down your chin onto your collarbone. Your hands moved from the bench to either side of the mirror, the space claimed by your knee. The opening allowed him to feel you more deeply and you met each thrust of his hand with one of your own. Before long, your mouth completely slackened as short whines escaped you and your walls squeezed around his fingers.

His teeth grazed your ear as he smiled triumphantly. "Ha, that didn't take long."

He allowed you a small moment to catch your breath, but you knew it wasn't over. This was just the beginning. Legs shaking, you didn't miss the way he pulled his hand out and wiped your juices onto your thigh. You all but leaned back into him while he pulled his hand out of your mouth, wiping your drool onto your stomach.

He guided your hands off the wall and hooked your thumbs into your panties. "Off. Now."

Numbly, you nodded and complied. It didn't take much for you to do what he said. With a voice soft as his, the slight edge still compelled you to do anything and everything he asked. You let them fall to your ankles, stepping both out of them and the discarded dress. You were completely naked, eyes locked onto your already heaving chest, and the way Aaron tilted his head followed by the sound of a belt coming undone.

When you heard the zipper open and he grunted, one rough hand fell to your waist to push you away slightly to give him room. He held you there, with your one knee still on the bench. The squeeze to your waist warned you to hold your tongue. Regardless, the tip of his cock slipped into you with over breathy whine coming from you, sensitive to the touch.

"We're gonna need to fix that," he said. You paid no mind as he leaned around you to grab your crumpled shirt, just for him to ball it up and hold it to your face. "Open."

You furrowed your brows, walls fluttering around his cock. "I do not need to be gagged. I can handle this."

No, you very much needed it. The both of you knew once he started you would announce it to the whole mall that Aaron Hotchner was fucking you into the next life in a cramped fitting room. Nothing in your mind could withhold the moans he could coax out of you, even if he told you to be quiet. With Aaron in control, he had to be the one to keep you quiet, even if that meant gagging you with your own shirt.

So, as he stayed in the same position, you relented with a slack jaw. He wasn't exactly gentle in stuffing your mouth with the fabric and you lurched a bit, but otherwise, your sounds were muffled enough. He could be satisfied with this.

"Funny. I'd never thought what it'd be like to fuck you with a gag." His eyes found yours in the mirror and he smirked at the sight of your shirt hanging out of it. "A little improvisation, but I like it."

You didn't get time to roll your eyes. He placed both hands on your waist and thrust once with force. All that came out of you was a muffled moan, your face scrunched from the shocking pleasure.

"Still hear ya but," he patted your ass, "you said you could handle it."

He began a gradual pace of thrusts into you. Your hands fell back to the wall, nails scratching down along it. His body pushed into yours, the both of you rocking slowly. You screwed your eyes shut the moment he decided to get rough.

He pulled out until only the tip remained before he slammed back into you. You pushed hard against the wall to keep from falling into it. The loud moan from the back of your throat muffled into the makeshift gag.

Aaron tsked. "Doesn't sound like you're handling it all too well."

No, you weren't, but you'd try. Your mind had become foggy from the rough thrusts of his hips into yours, but you forced the words "shut up" forward, both towards him and yourself. It was muffled, of course, but it didn't stop you from muttering it behind the shirt repeatedly. Like he knew what you were saying, he snickered quietly to himself, spurred on to take you beyond your limit.

Goosebumps crawled along your skin. They blanketed your body with the blend of sweat from how he pressed himself to your back. His clothes crumpled and rustled against your naked skin. The coarse fabric of his coat scratched your back and his belt buckle slapped at your ass.

It was too much. You were stimulated from every corner. He slipped one hand down to your clit and toyed with it, rubbing in circles that matched his brutal pace. Your muffled "shut up" had turned to a half-hearted "shuff" with your voice raised an octave.

The knotted coil returned, tightening in your stomach with each thrust, with each rough circle to your clit. Your head fell forward limply, legs trembling, and you came around his cock. His head fell to your shoulder with a grunt, rocking your whole body unruly to his own beat.

Your walls clenched around him, fluttering violently from overstimulation. You were sensitive, but oh so responsive to his thrusts. Jolting and writhing under his hold with each thrust, a whine crawled up your throat and buried itself in your shirt.

Aaron thrived best when you were at your limit. He relished the feeling of your cunt swallowing his cock and squeezing him for what he was worth. He grunted, his pace grown reckless and sloppy.

Your mouth was no longer filled with dry polyester. All the drool gathered by your shirt was absorbed. Instead, it felt like your mouth was dry from the inability to close while simultaneously your tongue darted against the soggy fabric. You bit down hard on your shirt while Aaron lost his cool behind you.

His breaths were jagged, much like his thrusts. He grunted lowly, his chest rumbling against your back. He didn't let up, wanting to keep you on edge until the very end, he rubbed your clit faster. You both came together, with your whiny moan muffled and his guttural moan buried into your shoulder that he bit into.

Your cunt filled with warmth as you squeezed around him and milked him for all he was worth. He shuddered into you. He continued to fuck into you until he was completely spent before he took his teeth off of your shoulder.

Aaron turned you both around and flopped onto the bench with you on his lap, his cock still in you. He leaned against the mirror while you leaned against him. You stared at the door and the thought flicked through your mind if someone happened to walk in on your position. They couldn't, given the locked door, but you imagined how your nude self with your legs on either side of Aaron 's looked from an outside perspective. Your cunt fluttered.

You pulled the shirt out of your mouth with a grimace at the dark splotch on the side as you held it up to its full height. You just balled it up and tossed it down to the side with the dress.

Aaron wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder. He looked into your eyes as your head fell back. "Not bad, but you totally wanted to be found out, didn't you?"

You shook your head weakly, brows furrowed. "No. I didn't even-"

"Come on," he teased. "Admit it. You were turned on by the idea. I don't doubt that's why you came faster than usual."

"Aaron ." You sighed. Your mind couldn't handle conversation right now.

"Alright." He snickered. "I won't pry, but we could definitely do this again." He hummed thoughtfully. "Another time, of course. I have things to do."

"Won't spare another moment for another round?" Your tone came out mocking.

He simply smiled. "With that attitude, I might reconsider."

You closed your eyes. As enticed as you were, never mind the fact your legs shook with little aftershocks, you shouldn't tempt him any further. It was bad enough you just fucked here as you did. If you weren't noticed by someone before, you were bound to be from making too much noise in here for an unprecedented amount of time. If anyone had come to any of these stalls to try on clothes, they'd know right away two crazy idiots were getting it on with no regard for others.

"Ugh." Your head fell forward into your hands. Voice muffled by your palms, you said, "I can't believe I let this happen."

"That's what happens when you have a weak resolve." His hand gently patted your stomach twice. "Alright. Up. Like I said, I got places to be."

Like any other order he gave, you obeyed without much of a fight, but it didn't stop you from groaning in displeasure. Your legs wobbled as you stood and you placed a hand on Aaron 's shoulder to help steady yourself. He watched you dress yourself and place the dress on a hanger before you gathered up all your belongings.

His eyes fell to the wet spot on your shirt for a moment. He didn't mention it. "So, is this the dress for the date?"

You shrugged. "I don't have the energy to look for something else. Yeah." You let him tuck himself into his pants and buckle up before you unlatched the door and peeked out. With the coast clear, you stepped out, Aaron hot on your heels. "Now, I just want to go home, have a bath, and take a nap."

You received a grunt in reply. "Whatever floats your boat."

Strategically, you had held your bag of lotions and the clothes to the wet spot on your shirt. Your coat wasn't designed to close and the spot wasn't hidden under the layer. You couldn't see it, but you assumed you did the job of covering it up well enough. As Aaron followed you up to the counter, however, you mildly panicked in line.

You set the clothes on the counter, prayed nobody would notice your spot if you leaned against the counter at an angle, but Aaron unexpectedly helped you. He had just been standing there, so you didn't think he'd do anything, even when he took his coat off, but he thrust it in front of you and asked you to hold it. At first, you just blinked at him, a bit confused and insulted to be asked that, but as he pressed it against your spot, you understood what he intended. You took it gratefully and held it dutifully while he chatted up the cashier.

And he somehow charmed his way into a discount. For clothes you were already getting at a good price, he lessened the pay for you. You almost thought he'd pay for you as well from how he acted, but that hope was squashed when he reached into your purse and pulled out your credit card. Fair enough.

The two of you walked out of the store together, with Aaron back in his coat and you holding your bags in front of your shirt. You made a detour to the restrooms that he followed you to, where you cleaned yourself up a bit. Geez, your hair was obviously in a just-got-fucked style and your skin glossed from all the sweat you'd gathered. It was a sight and you then connected the dots to some of the stares you received walking out of the store.

Once you were out of the restroom, however, Aaron was nowhere to be found. You left him leaning against the wall, but you didn't see his spiky head anywhere. At the vibration in your purse, you maneuvered the bags to one side and pulled out your phone. It was a message from Aaron . One that your brow twitched at.

"Remember me on your date tomorrow."

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[justagalwhowrites]

Lavender - Ch. 33

You face a fight with the resistance in Kansas City. A continuation of Lavender Ch. 1-32 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence, child death, suicide. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only

Length: 3.5k

“We have to go,” Henry sounded panicked. You held Ellie close to your side. 

Joel’s scream had sent a chill down your spine, the thrill of fear gnawing at your stomach. 

You were about to agree when you heard it, the rumble of a truck. You felt the blood leave your face. 

“Where’s that coming from?” Ellie looked up at you, her eyes wide. You stayed crouched low and ran to another car, peering over the hood just in time to see the lights of the oncoming truck slamming into a car that was sitting broadside across the road. 

“Shit,” you swore, moving quickly back to the car where everyone was hidden. “We have to move, they’re going to crush us!” 

You grabbed Ellie and stayed low, trying to get out of the path of the caravan. A gunshot rang out - from where Joel had gone, you thought - and you flinched in spite of yourself. The four of you scrambled to shelter behind another car and you were pretty sure they hadn’t seen you. 

The crack of another gunshot made your stomach twist. There was a crash and you flinched, an explosion that made you flinch again. 

“Stay low,” you said, voice shaky. There was another gunshot and the trucks all stopped. “Stay low, stay quiet…” 

“Up there!” 

It was a woman’s voice. Kathleen, you were willing to guess. 

“Go, where Anthony was!” 

“Fuck,” Henry looked at you, his chest heaving, eyes wide. 

“We’re going to get out of this,” you said, more confidently than you felt. He looked uncertain. “We are.” 

Henry pulled Sam against his side and you held onto Ellie. There was another gunshot, from the same place. A sign that Joel was still alive. You closed your eyes and took a shaky breath. 

“We’ve got you pinned down, Henry!” The woman yelled. “Why don’t you just come out here? Save us all the trouble, get this over with?” 

She was silent for a moment. 

“No?” She yelled. “Alright…” 

You peered around the car, watching as her militia started flitting from car to car. You weren’t going to have much time. 

“Let the kids go!” Henry yelled. You flinched. 

“Can’t do that,” she yelled back. “The girl’s with the people who killed Bryan. Sam’s with you…” 

“You don’t understand!” He yelled back. He looked like he was about to cry. Your fingers curled into Ellie’s tied back hair, holding her head against you. 

“Oh I understand, Henry,” she said. “But did you ever stop to think about anyone but yourself? But him? That maybe he was supposed to die?” 

“He’s a kid!” 

“Kids die, Henry,” she said simply. “They die all the time. Do you think you just get to destroy the world for everyone else because of them?” 

“Ellie,” you whispered, releasing her head. She looked up at you, frowning. “Stick with Henry and Sam. Joel will find you. If… if he doesn’t, head west. To Wyoming. Find Tommy Miller, OK? He’ll get you where you need to go.” 

“No,” she shook her head. “No, Doc…” 

You ignored her, looking to Henry. 

“Find Joel,” you said. “If you can’t, look out for her. I’m going to buy you time, fucking take it.” 

Her fingers clung to your jacket but you broke away from her, staying low, moving from car to car until you were just a few away from the woman. 

“It’s over, Henry!” 

You took a deep breath and stood, hands up. 

“I understand you’re hurting,” you said. You flinched, feeling their eyes all travel to you, waiting for the gunshot. It didn’t come. 

It took you a moment to find the woman who had been talking but you did. She had a hand up, stalling her gunmen. You’d take that. 

“You’ve been wronged,” you stepped forward again. “I understand that…” 

“I don’t think you do,” she said, stepping closer to you. One of her men moved with her, in her shadow. “I don’t think you understand what Henry took from me, from us. He took hope. The person with a vision for something better after living in hell with FEDRA. Henry made sure he was destroyed before he had a chance to see that vision come true. He took that from him, he took that from me, he took that from all of us. And your friend? That man? He took a boy from his family….”  

“I know,” you said, your hands still up. “And I understand why you’re hurting, why you’re angry. Why you’re doing what you’re doing but… would someone who wanted better than FEDRA want what you’re doing right now?” 

Before she had a chance to argue, you kept going. 

“Take me instead,” your eyes were wide, earnest. “I’ll come and work for you, I’m a doctor, you’re going to need doctors, right? If you want Kansas City to be better with you than it was with FEDRA you need doctors. I can help you, you can do whatever you want with me and I’ll still help your people. You hate FEDRA? Fine, I used to work for them, back in Boston, take it out on me. Hate the man who killed your friend? I’m with him, that will hurt him. Want Henry to feel some of how you’re feeling? Don’t kill him. That’s too merciful, just… Keep me, OK? I can help you, I’ll do whatever you ask no matter what you do, just let them go, OK?” 

“You think one person, one life can make up for all of that?” She asked, shaking her head. 

“No,” you replied, hoping to whatever god there was that Ellie, Henry and Sam were on the move. “But I think you want to lead people and lead people well, I think you want more than revenge. Don’t you?” 

She pointed her pistol at your chest. 

“You have no idea what I want,” she all but snarled it. “No idea what the people here want or need or deserve…” 

There was a metallic, wrenching sound from behind her and you couldn’t help but look to find the source of it. A truck next to the burning building shifted, rocking forward, the earth swallowing it. You frowned and Kathleen turned to watch the truck disappear. She stepped back which, when your mind bothered to process any of it, seemed smart. But you couldn’t make yourself move. 

Not until the inhuman shrieking began. 

“Fuck!” 

***

If you all made it out of here alive, Joel wasn’t sure if he was going to kiss you or kill you. 

He’d done everything he possibly could to give you cover. Not that there was much of anywhere to go but he’d hoped you’d figure something out, something besides staying in danger when the trucks came to a stop. But you stayed where you were. 

“Fuck,” he muttered, ducking back from the window, trying to keep from being a target himself while he could manage it. He couldn’t cover you if he was dead… 

And then he heard your voice, loud and clear and confident, offering yourself up like a sacrifice upon the altar built by FEDRA’s cruelty and the suffering wrought by the cordyceps. As if that were your place. He got ready to shoot your way out of there when it happened. 

The infected poured out of the hole in the earth, like the place where FEDRA had driven them was suddenly emptying them back onto the surface, every one of them hungry and reaching for retribution. 

The only blessing was that, for a moment, the resistance’s attention wasn’t focused on you. You froze for a moment before you walked backwards a few steps and then turned and ran, trying to get back to the car where Ellie, Henry and Sam were hidden. He did his best to give you cover, taking down the infected as they broke through the line, until you reached the car. 

“Move,” he muttered to himself, watching your hiding place. “Come on Baby, fucking move…” 

“Run them down!” The resistance woman yelled. 

“Fuck,” Joel muttered, looking to her and her men for a moment. Most of them were focused on killing infected and the enemy of my enemy… 

He went back to you and thank fuck you listened to him, moving with Ellie and Henry and Sam, just looking to get away from there. You looked toward him at the house and he wasn’t sure if you could see him but he gave you a nod. He saw you, he would find you, he would protect you. He hoped you knew it, even if you couldn’t see it. He hoped you’d sense it somehow, like he’d sense it with you. 

The infected were fast and overwhelming, swarming the resistance troops. Sam and Henry broke off and Joel cursed, sticking with you and the girl. The pair of you cowered behind a car for a moment and Joel saw you point and Ellie nod. He followed where you were looking - an SUV with an open window. 

He could clear your path. He shot an infected that was getting closer to you, one that would be in the way. You looked to him again, for just a second, before running with Ellie. 

Your pistol was drawn this time, at least, and you managed to shoot an infected twice before it dropped. Joel took care of three more. 

At the SUV, you boosted Ellie through the window but the girl had almost gotten stuck. You weren’t going to fit. Fuck, you weren’t going to fit… 

You figured it out quickly, running again. Joel covered you, taking out the infected trailing you as you ran. 

He noticed the resistance woman and her guard then, both of them more interested in finding you and Ellie and Henry and Sam until a giant fucking bloater rushed them. 

To the man’s credit, he threw the woman behind him and stood his ground, shooting the infected with a caliber of bullet that wouldn’t do a goddamn thing. 

For half a second, Joel considered shooting the fucking thing. It was a threat to you and the girl, after all. It was hardly a waste of bullets. But the resistance woman immediately turned and started following you, like she was on a fucking mission, like her men weren’t dying around her. 

He left the bloater to finish off her right hand man. 

Joel looked back to where Ellie was and realized an infected in the body of a child had managed to climb in the car with her. He could only watch as she scrambled for a door and made it out into the chaos of the scene again, slamming the door shut behind her. He got ready to cover her, hoping she’d be smart enough to go for you as you closed in on the tree line, no idea that she’d been in trouble. 

Ellie wasn’t smart. Instead, she ran for Henry and Sam, the pair of them pinned down below a car as a cluster of infected stretched and clawed to reach them. 

“Fuck,” Joel muttered, trying to take out the ones he could. Ellie was small but vicious, jumping on infected and thrusting her knife into its neck until it fell. 

She was able to pull Henry and Sam free just as you seemed to realize what was going on. You went to help but the resistance woman was in your path, her gun pointed at you. You froze, your hands up. He went to shoot her but an infected was coming for her first, the small one that had been in the car with the girl. You spotted it, too, and you pointed, like you were warning the woman who had you at gunpoint. 

The child infected leapt for her and started ripping and tearing. Ellie, Henry and Sam were near you but there weren’t many infected that had reached where you were yet. If he was going to move, now was the time. 

He slung the gun over his shoulder and ran, taking the steps two at a time and tearing through the night to find you. 

There were no infected or soldiers on his path and he reached you quickly, the four of you clambering up the hillside as the screams of infected and militia melted together behind you. 

You looked up at him, your eyes wide. There was blood by your ear and his stomach dropped. 

“Let’s go!” He stepped to the side, Henry in the lead with Sam close behind, followed by Ellie and then you. 

The second you were close enough, he grabbed you, holding you to him for a moment. 

“Never fucking do that again,” he was panting for breath. You hesitantly wrapped your arms around him, holding him for a moment, before he let you go and you followed the others up the hill. 

***

There was a small motel that you reached just as Joel thought you were far enough away from the hellish chaos of the scene to stop and the four of you hurried inside, locking the doors and drawing the curtains, hoping that you wouldn’t need any of the precautions. 

“Holy shit, I can’t believe we’re alive,” Henry laughed as soon as you were safely inside. “Holy fucking shit, I can’t believe we survived that!” 

“Does anyone need medical attention?” You asked, dropping your bag down. “I’m assuming no one got bitten but if anyone’s scraped up otherwise… I got a scratch I know I need to patch up, anyone else?” 

Ellie just shook her head. Henry signed at Sam who signed back. 

“Think we made it out unscathed,” Henry smiled. Sam signed and Henry signed back. The boy smiled broadly, taking Ellie by the hand and leading her to the adjacent bedroom, writing frantically on his small erasable pad as he went. Joel went and set a lantern up in the room and came back out to where you’d settled on the floor, your head leaned back against the wall, Henry sitting at the table. 

“Still can’t believe we lived through that,” he laughed, almost giddy. You smiled a little. 

“Yeah, me either,” you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. 

“We’re talkin’ about you doin’ shit like handing yourself over to anyone who asks,” Joel grumbled. You opened your eyes long enough to watch him settle at the table beside Henry. You shrugged. 

“Figured I’d find a way out eventually,” you said. “And out of all of us, I made the most sense. They had the most reason to keep me alive, Henry has Sam and you need to get Ellie to Wyoming. I couldn’t get her there on my own. I’m pretty disposable - minus my very convenient skill as a human blood bag.” 

Joel ground his teeth and you closed your eyes again.

“What’s in Wyoming, anyway?” Henry asked. 

“My brother,” Joel said after a moment. “Think he might know a good place to go. Hopefully a lot fuckin’ better than here, especially when it comes to raisin’ kids…” 

“Do you think they’ll be OK?” Henry asked. You opened your eyes again to look at him and he jerked his head toward the door. Ellie was leaning over a comic book they’d taken from the settlement in the tunnels, making dramatic hand gestures. 

“Yeah,” you said after a moment of watching them. “Kids are like rubber. Shit just bounces off of them sometimes. Not to say don’t keep an eye on him, pay attention to him, ask if he needs to talk or wants help but… I think he’ll be OK.” 

“And Wyoming can be a new start for him,” Henry said. “For both of us. It’ll be good for us, I think.” 

“New start’s not a bad thing,” Joel said, looking at you, his eyes serious. “Sometimes it’s just what you need.” 

You smiled a bit at him. 

The three of you let the kids play for a while longer before Joel and Henry went in to collect the lantern and tell them that it was time to go to sleep. You weren’t too far behind, stretching your sleeping bag out on the floor. 

Henry put his on the opposite side of the room and Joel set his up close to yours. You frowned. 

“You don’t have to worry about me, whatever you’re doing,” you said. He shrugged. 

“Wanted to stay close,” he said. “Make sure you don’t go and try to offer yourself up as a sacrifice to whatever fucker happens to come by…” 

You rolled your eyes. 

“Don’t be mad at me because my logic made the most sense,” you scoffed. He stretched out on his sleeping bag. 

“It didn’t make sense,” he said. “Not to me.” 

“You’ll need to get over that hangup,” you muttered as you stretched out, too. He just grunted back at you but put his arm over you again, his elbow settling comfortably into the area between your hipbones and your ribs. 

You knew you should fight him on this. On him touching you. You knew it would be bad for you, in the end. When he got bored, when he worked through whatever he was working through, when he put you down again. Like an old toy that he knew would still be sitting there when he returned, he’d leave you behind and you would stay right where he left you, waiting for him to take an interest again. 

But it couldn’t be good for him, either. To be working himself closer to you knowing what would come next. It couldn’t be painless, could it? He had to feel something, right? 

Maybe he didn’t. Maybe his indifference had grown to the point where you were just a warm body now, something of such little consequence he could wrap around you one night and break away from you the next. 

You could deal with the fallout of it when it came, you figured. When you went with the Fireflies, it was going to feel a bit like the end of all things. You were going to be alone, more alone than you’d been since the night of the outbreak. Now was not the time to be picky if he was giving you something that you could live with losing. Now was the time to cling to his touch, memorize it, see if you could fall into it when you were alone, too. You fell asleep feeling his breath on your neck. 

You woke up to screaming. 

Joel jumped up, tearing to his feet as Ellie scrambled out of the bedroom, Sam snarling viciously behind her. 

It took you a moment to start to understand what was happening, your sleep-addled brain not able to catch up as you clambered out to your feet. You’d asked everyone, when you got here last night. Henry had asked Sam, you’d watched him do it. It didn’t make sense, he couldn’t have turned, it didn’t make sense, how could he have turned? 

“Ellie!” Joel screamed, going for her but Henry pulled his gun, shooting the floor at his feet where you’d been just seconds before. Joel threw you behind him. Ellie screamed and you tried to go for her but Henry kept the gun on you, his eyes wide. 

“There’s nothing you can do!” You yelled at him. “He’s gone, you can’t help him, there’s nothing…” 

He turned the gun to Sam and fired. A horrible, wracking sound tore from Ellie and you pressed your face into Joel’s back. His whole body was stiff. You clung to him, not wanting to look at the small body you knew was just feet away. 

“Ellie,” Joel said. “You OK?” 

She made a noise that sounded like a yes. 

“Oh my God,” Henry breathed. You opened your eyes and stepped around Joel. The gun was still in Henry’s hand. It was pointed at nothing. “What… what did I do?” 

He was staring at the place you couldn’t look. 

“You had to,” you said quietly. “He was already gone, you saved Ellie…” 

“Henry,” Joel said, stepping toward him cautiously. “Just give me the gun. It’s OK, just…” 

He turned the gun toward himself. 

“No,” Joel said, reaching for him, trying to be calm, trying to maintain control. “No, don’t…” 

He pulled the trigger before the sentence had left Joel’s mouth. You jumped and flinched and pressed your face into Joel’s back again as Ellie screamed, the sound ripping through you. 

You forced yourself to open your eyes, to look where you’d been dreading to look, your stomach twisting at the sight of the tiny body on the floor. Ellie sat there, her eyes wide and watery, mouth open in shock, staring at where Henry’s body lay on the ground. 

You went for her, stepping over Sam’s small frame to gather her in your arms. She let you, her limbs limp and pliant. 

“It’s OK sweetheart,” you said softly, kissing the crown of her head as she pressed her face into your chest. “I’m so sorry. It’s going to be OK. I’m so sorry…” 

You just held her as she sobbed, surrounded by the bodies of the people who you’d thought you could save. 

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A/N: A sad goodbye to Sam and Henry wraps up this chunk of canon overlap. Next up, we're going to see a lot more of the trip to Jackson with our little trio - including some stuff that I think people have been really looking forward to *wink wink*

So I did something different with my taglist today. A writer buddy told me you have to like... do something to each handle to make it a tag and not just copy/paste? Yeah I'm still fumbling around with this site guys lol I've only been here like 2 months so I apologize! Hopefully the tagging worked better this time! Let me know in the comments if you want to be added to the tag list :)

Thank you so much for reading! It's been so fun to write the story with all of you reading along. I so love reading all of your thoughts and knowing that you're invested in these characters. Thanks for hanging out with my work. Love you all!

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you

[caitlinchom]

Jujutsu Kaisen vs. the World!

[Jujutsu Kaisen Ch 79]

(I was trying to emulate Bryan Lee O’Malley’s colouring style and decided to make a little crossover between JJK and Scott Pilgrim 😙!)

#jujutsu kaisen #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #nobara kugisaki #satoru gojo #manga coloring #my colouring #scott pilgrim

[alphaman99]

Bryan L. Berson

From Ayn Rand's "Capitalism," ch. 17, "Extremism," or The Art of Smearing, p. 200. #Fascism and #communism are rival gangs. They are socialistic. Fascism is not the "#extremeright" or #capitalism. It is leftist.

[laciefuyu]

//CN server spoilers

I need Bryan Wing to actually shows up because that man only mentioned in several cards (Winning Ball SR, Belle Nuit d'Amour, Artem 3rd Bday SSR) then show up in Main Story Ch 10 without a voice as he talked with Artem, and now with Main Story Ch 14 P1 is rolling I need him to pop in Artem 4th Bday card, please even Giann shows his face already 😭

Like I need him to appear properly like please I cannot live in trenches, I hate having a bare conjecture about him ajskdid

(Also btw when I wrote in my fic about Artem's parents usually stay during his birthday but one time they didnt and asked Neil to stay with him is mentioned in 3rd Bday Card and he learn cook from Neil too then, and Artem mentioned af first he tried to act that day means nothing special when his parents cant celebrate with him, which why Neil coming and cooking for and with him means a lot to him)

(I always think a lot about Artem's stories and lores its terminal)

#tears of themis spoilers #tot spoilers #tears of themis #artem wing #zuo ran #neil hume #bryan wing #zuo lin chuan

[deanstead]

RESA'S 3K FIESTA BINGO MASTERLIST

Posting the masterlist under the cut for all the fics under this so far! Bingo has been extended to 31 Jan 2023, so I'll continue to update as new fics come in as well! If your fic is not here, please let me know! Enjoy!

@resanoona

Supernatural Elements: There Will Be Peace (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Kids: A Girl (Will Halstead x Reader)

Snowed In: Snowstorm (Jay Halstead x Reader)

Fight that ends in a kiss: Hate Fighting (Adam Ruzek x Reader)

Hurt Feelings: News (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Fake Dating: Private Life (Jay Halstead x Reader)

Waking Up Next To Each Other: Our Little Secret (Adam Ruzek x Reader)

College AU: Change (Jay Halstead x Reader)

Sick/Illness: Vows (Connor Rhodes x Reader)

Hurt/Comfort: Bad Feeling (Matt Casey x Reader)

5+1: Five Times, and then One (Jay Halstead x Reader)

Neighbors: Spare Key (Connor Rhodes x Reader)

Kidnap/Hostage: Coming Home (Halstead!Sister)

Free: Christmas Surprise (Jay Halstead x Reader)

First Fight: The Good, The Bad, The Ugly (Will Halstead x Reader)

Facing Fears: Unknown Threat (Jay Halstead x Reader)

@sheetsonfire

Road Trip: Interstate Intimacy (Jay Halstead x Reader)

Woke up next to each other: Wrong Door (Jay Halstead x Reader)

Supernatural Elements: Thinning Of The Veil (Jay Halstead x Reader)

5 + 1: Five Times and a Date (Matt Casey x Reader)

Free: I Only Want To Be With You (Jay Halstead x Reader)

Fights that ends in a kiss: The Red Strokes (Jay Halstead x Reader)

Sick/Illness: In Sickness and In Health (Kelly Severide x Reader)

Weddings/Proposals: Suspects and Surprises (Jay Halstead x Reader)

Hurt Feelings: Free Will (Will Halstead x Reader)

Hurt/Comfort: Chasing Shadows Away (Jay Halstead x Reader)

@writercole

Kidnap/Hostage: Sacrifice (Dean Winchester)

Free Space: The Way You Look In Black (Dean Winchester)

5 + 1: A Guardian Angel and Her Knight (Jake Seresin)

@afriendlyneighborhoodhufflepuff

5 + 1: 5 + 1 (Will Halstead x Sylvie Brett)

First Fight: First Fight (Rheese)

Free Space: Quiet Nights (Brettsey)

Fake Dating: What Are We? (Will Halstead x Reader)

Sick/Illness: Sicker than a dog (Halstead!Sister)

@wordsandupstead

Bodyguard AU: Bodyguard (Upstead)

Facing Fears: Positive (Jay Halstead x Reader)

Sick/Illness: secrets, soup and sassiness (Halstead!Sister)

High School/College AU: there for her (Upstead)

@district447

Supernatural Elements: Prince of Hell (Kelly Severide x Reader)

@i-like-sparkly-things

Hurt/Comfort: Stay Awake (Burgstead) // Stabbed (Halstead Brothers)

@enchantedblackrose

Hurt Feelings: Not Pretty (Jay Halstead x Reader)

Free Space: Happy Birthday (Jay Halstead x Reader)

@i-spaced-sorry

Road Trip: Optimal Road Trip (Halstead!Sister, Upstead)

Coffee Ship AU: Coffee Shop (Intelligence)

@storiesofsvu

Neighbors: Start of Something New (Derek Morgan x Reader)

First Fight: Journey To The Past Ch 15 (Bryan Kneef x Reader)

Hurt Feelings: Journey To The Past Ch 16 (Bryan Kneef x Reader)

Sick/Illness: Dunbar Magic Hot Chocolate (Heather Dunbar x Reader)

Snowed In: Washington Whiteout (Elizabeth Keane x Reader)

Forced Proximity: Learn to Share (Emily Prentiss x Reader)

Hurt/Comfort: Iowa Chill (Heather Dunbar x Jackie Sharp)

#resa.3kfiestabingo #masterlist

[dailyrannells]

bryan collins in every episode | "about a boy scout”

if you're convinced they're so accepting of a gay person in their group, why don't you have the meeting here? where you live... with a man... who you take baths with.

#middle right is giving elder price #andrew rannells #ch: bryan #tv: the new normal

[let-me-love-you-loki]

Yours to Tame--Ch. 6

A/N: Please be careful, my loves. There’s some heavy stuff mentioned in this one. Trigger warning: past abuse.

Chapter 6: After Rampage

           My stomach dropped and twisted as the scent of vomit wafted up from the trashcan between my knees. Every beat of my heart shoved pain through my whole body. The back of my head throbbed. My hair felt sticky.

           “Hey,” a voice said right by my ear. I wanted to turn toward it, but just the thought of moving made me heave. “Did you hit your head in the ring?”

           The more the voice spoke, the more I began to recognize it. Bryan Danielson moved into my peripheral vision, crouching beside me. His rough hand rested gently on my knee.

           Another wave of nausea rushed through me. My jaw clenched. I swallowed hard. “Yeah,” I mumbled, doing my best to keep my mouth shut. The lie burned more than the vomit in my throat.

           Bryan twisted, yelling over his shoulder. “Somebody get medical. Now!”

           The volume vibrated through my head.

           I squeezed my eyes shut.

           I hurled into the trash.

***

           Bryan’s blood practically boiled with rage. He knew for a fact that Morgan hadn’t hurt herself in the ring. Deeb was as safe as they came. In all the years he’d known Serena Deeb—as a trainer and performer—no one had been injured working with her. Not even a bruise that was out of the ordinary for a wrestler. The fact that Morgan lied about how it happened made Bryan both sick and desperate to commit murder.

           “Knox,” he whispered, “I was watching your match.”

           He felt her tense up. Her face went pale white. Sweat stuck out on Morgan’s brow. He watched her jaw clench as she tried to stop herself from throwing up again.

           “Don’t,” she mumbled through her teeth. “Don’t push it. Please.”

           “Bullshit don’t push it,” Bryan responded. His voice came out far louder and rougher than he intended. She winced, the sound clearly hurting her ears.

           He dropped his tone to a whisper. “Serena Deeb has never hurt anyone in the ring. Ever.”

           Morgan sucked in a deep breath through her nose. “I fucked up.”

           Bryan shook his head. “I was watching, Morgan. The whole thing.” He paused, giving her time to make sense of what he meant. He knew well from experience that a concussion made everything fuzzy and hard to focus. “I should have stopped you from even going out there. I should have had Tony say something.”

           The sound of medical—it had taken them long enough—rushing over cut off anything more either of them might have said.

***

           When medical showed up, the only thing running through my head was that Sammy was going to be pissed. Like I was definitely going to be wrestling hurt next week kind of pissed. Need to do my own makeup kind of pissed. Taped up in different gear kind of pissed.

           I could sense Bryan still standing nearby as one of the trainers looked me over. Bryan held out his hand to her, showing sticky blood drying his fingers. He pointed to the back of my head. She shone a light into my eyes.

           All Hell broke loose.

           Someone held a pack of gauze against the back of my head. I hissed as the pain nearly made me pass out. A bag got thrust under my chin right before I vomited. They strapped me into a neck brace, moved me tentatively to a backboard.

           Behind me, just out of view, someone barked, “You know goddamn well you shouldn’t have moved her, Danielson! You should have gotten Sampson immediately.”

           I jostled with every step the trainers took, sucking in one deep breath after another to try to keep conscious. The pain ran like lightning from my head down my spine, through every nerve in my entire body. The world was blurred around the edges. My eyes fluttered and rolled back.

***

           Bryan watched the trainers wheel Morgan away, a sick feeling settling deep in his guts. He took a few steps forward as if he intended on following them, but stopped before he’d gotten very far. After all, it was already going to be difficult to explain why he’d come running out to ringside when her match ended. Providing a reason for him to follow her to the hospital would be next to impossible.

           “What the actual fuck!”

           He whipped his head around just in time to see Anna Jay sprinting toward the retreating cluster of medical personnel. It looked like she’d thrown a hoodie on over her gear and ran out of the locker room at breakneck speed.

           She pivoted on her right foot, turning to face him. She kept running smoothly backward as she pointed an angry finger at him. “You’re going to explain yourself, buddy.”

***

           The next time I opened my eyes, I was practically blinded by the obnoxiously bright overhead lights. My head was splitting open. For a moment, it felt like I was about to pass out again.

           “Oh, no you don’t.” Anna’s voice cut through the fog, jostling me awake. “Look alive, Knox.”

           I blinked over and over again. “Turn off the fucking lights,” I whined.

           She laughed. I knew the sound of it. Relief. Hearing it threw me for a loop. It took a moment for me to catch my breath. Instead, I squeezed my eyes shut and listened as she walked across the room to turn off the overhead lights. I felt the dimness as it settled over me.

           “So,” Anna said as she took up residence in the chair beside my bed. The legs squeaked against the linoleum floor, screeching out the sound of nails on a chalkboard. “What happened?”

           I drew in a deep breath as I braced for the nausea that I was certain would creep over me any moment. When it didn’t come, I realized they’d given me something. Something to reduce the throbbing of my brain behind my eyes and the steady crawl of vomit up my throat. I was grateful.

           “I fucked up and hit my head in the ring.”

           It was the same lie I’d told Bryan Danielson. We barely knew each other and he didn’t believe me. Anna and I had been friends for years. I don’t know why I’d even bothered.

           “Okay,” she replied, drawing out the word until I thought she’d never stop. “Now tell me what really happened.”

           Despite the anti-nausea medication, my stomach turned upside down. I was sure I was going to puke everywhere.

           “You know what happened,” I whispered as shame burned like acid through my veins. I wanted to crawl into a ball, to hide and never come back out again.

           Anna’s fingers wrapped around mine and squeezed gently. There was a deep, quiet sort of strength in her grip that pulled me toward a feeling of safety. I tried to gather strength from her, taking my time to draw one breath after another until I felt the nausea start to roll away.

           The edge of the bed dipped beneath her weight as she perched near my hip. “Come stay with me. Morgan… he’s going to kill you. You know he could. He will.”

           I swallowed hard, clenching my teeth so hard that I was sure they would crack. Forcing my eyes closed, I turned my head away from her. Everything in me screamed that she was right. That I knew without a shadow of a doubt that Sammy Guevara could kill me—whether he wanted to or not.

***

           Bryan stood in Dusty and stared down the hallway toward where they’d taken Morgan for what felt like hours. He stayed there until the sound of squeaking gurney wheels and hushed, anxious voices faded away. The echo of emergency sirens had long since disappeared into quiet.

           “Hey, Bry!” The voice reverberated along the concrete walls, bouncing back to thunder against his ears. Snapping fingers appeared in his vision. When he finally got control of his own thoughts, he blinked and looked toward the owner of the fingers.

           “Are you going to stand there while they break down the set around you?” Moxley asked, sarcasm lacing his words. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

           Bryan took a breath, feeling it burn down his throat and push his lungs against his ribs with agonizing pressure. “They took Knox to the hospital.”

           “Oh, shit.”

           Without another word, Moxley hooked his arm around Bryan’s neck and steered him firmly down the corridor toward the locker room they shared. He slammed the door behind them in the hope that it would startle Bryan out of the stupor he had fallen into. Instead, he just stood there staring at the wall with unfocused eyes.

           Moxley snapped his fingers in front of his friend’s face. “Hey! Focus!” When snapping didn’t work, he hauled off and gave Bryan a pair of open-handed shots across either side of his jaw. “Goddamnit, get a grip.”

           Bryan barely registered the shots to the face, but his eyes finally met Moxley’s. They cleared just enough. “I shouldn’t have let her go out there. I watched her walk out there and knew she wasn’t right.”

           “Huh?”

           “She was stumbling. I knew something looked off when she went up the steps. I should have stopped her.”

           Moxley shoved him back onto a chair and crouched in front of him. “First, that’s not your job. Second, what happened?”

           Sucking in a breath, Bryan put his head in his hands. “Morgan had blood on the back of her head. She was stumbling, eyes unfocused. She had a concussion before she ever went out there to get in the ring.” His jaw bunched as he clenched his teeth. “It was fresh blood, Mox. Not like it had come from the match with Deeb. I watched that match and she didn’t hit her head. But earlier…”

           “Spit it out, Danielson.”

           “I heard Sammy screaming at her. I’d swear that I heard her hit the wall. He shoved her against it,” Bryan said quietly. “He did something to her, Mox. He hurt her.”

           Moxley glared at Bryan even though he was practically looking right through him.

***

           For a moment, Moxley felt as if he were going to vomit. He already hated Guevara on principle, but it seemed like he had a new sort of disgust and rage building inside him. The thought of Sammy’s smug face made him want to punch through the wall.

           “I’m going to rip his spine out through his dick,” he snarled.

           That was enough to make Bryan grin just a little. “I’ll hold him down.”

***

           I drifted in and out of consciousness. The lights flickered on and off as nurses took my vitals and replaced my IVs. Every time I woke up enough to process anything, I could only register the pain that sliced through my head with every heartbeat. At the slightest sound of discomfort, Anna practically jumped up from the chair by my bed. She’d taken up residence there, curled up under a hospital-issue blanket still in her gear from the show.

           A thundering sound broke the quiet. I jerked up, my head spinning so hard that I had to hold onto the bed railing to keep from puking or passing out or both. The door slammed against the wall. Light from the hallway spilled into the room, framing Sammy’s form in the doorway.

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Journey to the Past Ch 22

Bryan Kneef x reader Sorry this one took so damn long to get out. I kept getting stuck with it and working out the logistics of everything for this chapter. plus like... life... am i right? ANYWAYS, here ya go. enjoy this chapter. we enter the final plot arc now.

“Bryan!” Your shriek turned into a giggle as the man wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you flush to him, his lips burying into your neck as they made home against your skin.

“What?” He chuckled, teeth scraping into you and you let out a soft moan, followed by a laugh as your hand tugged into his hair, pulling him off you.

“I have to go!”

“Oh come on.” He nearly whined, “it’s just a girl’s night.”

“And we spent half the morning fucking.” You laughed, turning in his arms to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “I’ve barely seen Kim this month. Besides…” you kissed him once more, “it’ll give me a chance to go through my apartment, see what I’m moving in versus what I’ll give away.”

“Fine.” He grinned, cupping your chin in his hand with a wicked grin, “I’ll accept that.”

“Thought you might.” With a grin you popped up on your toes to kiss him again before squeezing at his arm, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He left a kiss on the tip of your nose that you let out a giggle at before you were finally able to turn from the apartment and disappear down the hallway to embark on your evening plans.

*

You managed to get to your place with enough time to spare, ordering some take out that would get there shortly after Kim would and cracking a bottle of wine that you poured a glass out of to drink in the meantime. You meandered into the bedroom, starting to make sure all of your personal belongings were removed, sorting through the clothes you’d left to either take home or be donated. It wasn’t long after that that you heard the knock on the door, followed by Kim’s voice and you called out to let her know you were in the bedroom.

“What’s…. going on?” She asked with a raised brow as she perched in your bedroom doorway, eyeing the piles of clothes and belongings strewn across the bed.

“Figured I should take some time to clean my shit out and you could probably help with that.” You gestured to the bottle of wine and empty glass, “grab some wine.”

“Oh fuck, I haven’t eaten since breakfast, I should probably wait for dinner first.”

“Raid the fridge?”  You suggested, “grab a non booze drink or some snacks?”

“You’re an angel.” She shot you a grin before darting off down the hallway, returning with a sparkling water and a power bar, settling at the foot of your bed, “So… you just get the urge to clean out or?”

“Well…” You grinned at her, pausing for a sip of wine, “I’m trying to downsize a bit, not really with the clothes but more with the other shit. And to figure out what I own that are super personal versus stuff I’d be okay with strangers being around on a regular basis.”

“What are you talking about?” She laughed and you felt a brief heat sink into your cheeks.

“I’m moving into Bry’s place.”

“Are you serious!?”

“Oh don’t sound so shocked!” You laughed.

“I just didn’t ever see you selling this place!”

“I’m not, at least not yet.” You laughed, tossing another pair of pants into a suitcase, “I still kinda want my own space, I figured I’ll list it on Airbnb, that way I can control who and when stay here and when I’ll be able to have time on my own, or if we wanna have a super drunk weekend or something.”

“I mean… that’s probably the smartest choice, you can make bank with that shit.”

“Exactly.”

“He really asked you to move in?” Kim took a sip of her drink, casting you a knowing look and you rolled your eyes.

“Are you judging?” You suddenly stalled, “oh god. Do you think it’s a bad idea?”

“No!” She shot back, “I think it’s a fucking great idea. Have you guys talked about any more of a future yet or is that like, on the back burner?”

“A bit of both.” You laughed, your head shooting down the hall as a loud knock echoed through your apartment, “I guess the rest of this will have to wait.” You tossed down a pair of pants, “movie and dinner?”

“Always.” Kim shot you a grin, following you down the hall and picking up what you’d need from the kitchen for dinner before making herself at home on the couch and picking out a movie while you paid for the take out.

You brought the bag to the coffee table and started to scoop things out onto plates, the two of you splitting things up as evenly as you could before settling into the movie Kim had picked. Conversation flowed easily between the two of you, commentary on the movie while you complimented the food, digging into takeout containers for more. You fell into the usual routine, laughter taking over when you weren’t paying full attention to the movie. It was a few hours later, the movie over, you were on your second glass of wine, about to offer Kim one when you noticed.

“You still nursing that Perrier?”

“It’s been a weird week.” She laughed, practically avoiding your gaze and you smacked at her leg.

“What is going on?” You asked and she took a heavy breath, letting it out slowly.

“Something that I really don’t want to do but I need your help with.”

“Okay?” You raised a brow in her direction and she huffed, her shoulders sagging before looking up at you in defeat, “do we need to immediately rephase into attorney client privilege or is it something else?”

“I think I’m late…”

“Like your period?”

“Yeah.” She huffed, “I forgot to track last month’s so I’m not sure when this one’s supposed to come and I’ve lost track of time and have no clue anymore. Plus the guy I’m seeing… it’s just super casual, he doesn’t want anything past a casual relationship and I’m fine with that, but this would throw a loop into things…”

“Okay, well you don’t have to really worry about things yet.” You assured her, squeezing at her hand, “either give it another week and wait for your period, or we can run down to the store and get a test for you to take now.”

“I’ve already got one…” She admitted, glancing up to you with a sheepish look on her face, “I think I’m just way too up in my head and freaked out to want to do it.”

“You could wait the week?”

“And send my stress levels through the roof?” She laughed, “I don’t think that’s ideal.”

“Okay, then…You know where the bathroom is.”

“Yeah, but they only sell these things in multiple packs and I’m trying not to freak out, don’t make me be the only one, please….so what do you say?”

“That you’re being ridiculous, but you’re lucky I have two bathrooms.”

“Oh thank fucking god.” Kim let out a heavy breath, “I just like, didn’t know what to do and then this tik tok trend popped up where groups of friends all take—”

“Babe… do you seriously think I have enough time to engage in tik tok?”

“You’re right.” She barked out a laugh, moving from the couch to dig through her purse. She pulled out the box, ripping it open and handing you a wrapped test.

“Take the hallway bathroom, we’ll set a timer, I’m sure it’s fine.” You gave her arm a squeeze and shot her a reassuring smile before you made your way into the bedroom and crossed through to the en suite.

This certainly wasn’t the first time a friend had come to you freaking out about something like this, or even asking you about your own experience. So with someone like Kim, you weren’t about to tell her no, she was your best friend and you finally knew why she had been acting so weird all week. You didn’t take long, popping the top off the test and quickly doing what you needed to do before putting the cap back on and wandering back out to the main part of the apartment to be the emotional support you knew would be needed. Wondering if Kim would finally be wanting wine or if it would be a night of non alcoholic fun. You placed your test down on the island, letting out a soft sigh as you refilled your wine glass, picking up your phone to kill the time. You smiled at a couple of texts from Bryan, shooting off a couple of replies to him, a few about how you couldn’t wait to come home to him daily, and it didn’t take long after that for things to get dirty.

“Sorry.” Kim’s voice nearly made you jump, her own test sliding onto the counter across the sink from yours, “I may or may not have freaked out again.”

“You’ve got nothing to worry about.” You assured her, squeezing at her arm, “besides, this is just step one, you never know what’s going to happen after this and there are always a million ways things can go.”

“I guess.” She let out a huff, taking a swig of her soda right before the alarm on your phone went off and she nearly jumped, looking to you, “fuck, do I really have to?”

“Just flip it over.” You let out a chuckle.

“Fine.”  Kim shot you a glare before doing so, her eyes settling on the small stick before she let out a heavy sigh of relief, “oh thank fucking god!”

“See! You’re fine!” You swatted at her arm, handing her a glass of wine and she laughed, glancing toward your unturned test.

“Are you gonna look?”

“I don’t see why.” You laughed, but you turned back to it, flipping it over and it suddenly felt like your entire world stilled at the sight of a little pink plus sign staring back at you. You felt absolutely frozen, pure shock taking over your entire system as your eyes widened briefly before you finally felt like you could breathe again. You blinked a couple of times, making sure you weren’t seeing something before you finally spoke, Kim’s relief not even realizing your awkwardness. “Are you sure yours was on that side of the sink?”

“What?” She glanced up over the rim of her wine glass, her eyes widening over the panic written across your face.

“Did you put your test down on that side of the sink or did you move around afterwards?”

“I… I don’t think so. I came in, put it down and waited.. I think?” She winced, “why?” You let out a heavy breath, running a hand over your face.

“Because this one’s positive.” You flipped the test over to face her and she let out a small gasp.

“Oh fuck.”

“Where did you get these?”

“CVS.”

“So like, not the dollar store?”

“No.” She laughed, “but I’ve heard they’re all the same accuracy…”

“This has to be a false positive.” You murmured, “fuck, oh fuck… you said these came in packs, right?”

“Yeah…” Kim replied cautiously, placing her wine glass down on the island, “you think we should do a round two?”

“Well considering this says that one of us is pregnant, yeah, I do.”

“I’m like ninety eight percent sure that I put mine down on this side.” She gestured to the island, “like you said, it’s probably a false positive, I mean, when was your last period?”

“I don’t keep track.” You admitted with a huff.

“Are you serious?”

“Kim! I’ve got shitty ovaries, or a uterus or whatever, my periods have been all over the place for like, ten years. I miss them regularly; it’s never been a concern.”

“Are you and Bryan using condoms?”

“No.” You groaned, “why would we?! Once we said we were exclusive it went out the window.” You let out a weary sigh, “what the fuck?”

“Hey, hey…” Kim grabbed at your arm, “you’re lucky these things come in packs…” she rustled through her bag for a minute, pulling out the box once again, “round two.”

“Christ…” You muttered, taking one of the tests from her before you both retreated back to the bathrooms you’d been in prior.

This time when you returned to the kitchen, the air was much more tense, only a few words exchanged between the two of you as you waited for the timer to go off. When it did you both let out a low breath, flipping over the very separated tests to make sure you knew whose was whose.

“Oh my god…” You whispered, a hand coming up to your mouth as the bright plus sign stared back at you, “this… I think this is actually real…” Kim’s hand came up to yours, gently taking the test from you as she flipped it to look at it.

“Oh shit….” She muttered, “you’re pregnant…”

“Yeah…” You glanced up at her, “I really didn’t think it was ever possible…. I mean they told me it wasn’t…”

“Maybe it’s a fluke… like you said.” She squeezed at you hand, “call your doctor, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

“Oh I know.” You huffed out a breath, a million thoughts swirling around in your brain, going a mile a minute, “it just seems so fucking surreal.”

“Does Bryan want kids?” She asked and you were suddenly sent crashing back to reality, remembering it wasn’t just your future you were thinking of.

“Oh god… I… I don’t even know. We very briefly talked about it, he seemed wary…. But maybe?”

“Okay, forget I asked.” She grabbed your arm, tugging you away from the tests and back toward the couch, “we’re gonna forget all of this, you’re going to make a doctor’s appointment and we’re going to finish this take out and watch the rest of this movie, okay?”

“Okay…” you let out a soft sigh, dropping down onto the couch beside her, letting yourself get distracted with the media in front of you rather than dwell on your thoughts and worries.

*

Bryan was in the kitchen, packing up his own dinner into Tupperware and doing a couple of dishes, rinsing out the bowl while he tried to decide if he was having another glass of wine or was going to swap to scotch. The noise from the front door pulled his attention, glancing up, his brow furrowing as you appeared around the corner, dropping a duffle bag onto the floor with a little sigh.

“I didn’t expect you home tonight.” He greeted with a warm smile, crossing through the space to kiss you softly.

“Guess I just missed you.” You replied with a soft smile, pecking him gently before moving through the room slowly.

“Wine?” He asked, crossing back to the island and lifting the bottle in your direction, causing you to stall, shaking your head.

“No, thank you.” You gave him your best smile, “I’m not feeling great.”

Bryan’s head shot up to look at you, watching the way you dropped against the arm of the couch, letting out a gentle sigh and he crossed the room to you a hand gently cupping at your cheek, “you okay sweetheart?”

“Yeah.” You smiled, leaning into the embrace, “just tired.”

“Alright.” He leant in, kissing you tenderly and you hummed against his lips, tugging him back for a second.

“Can…. can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” His thumb stroked across your cheek; his eyes soft as he gazed across at you.

“You want a future here, right?” You glanced up to him, your heart beating a million miles a minute as you did your best not to hold your breath.

“Are you fucking with me?” Bryan laughed, “of course I do. You’re all I ever wanted….”

“Okay.” You let out a shaky breath, smiling at the way he squeezed at your hand, “I just… fuck, Bry,” you let out a small laugh, sinking further into the arm of the couch as Bryan moved forward, his hand continuing to stroke at your cheek. “I don’t want to freak you out or anything, and I know it’s fast and kinda weird, we haven’t technically been together that long..”

“But time doesn’t really mean anything?” He murmured with a raised brow and you laughed softly.

“No, no it doesn’t.” You let out a breath, the wheels in your head spinning as you tried to put your words together. Considering how he’d reacted to a minor inconvenience before you were serious when you said you didn’t want to freak him out, and something like this might send him running for the hills. Kim was right, you should wait until after going to the doctor to bother bringing it up, there was still a decent chance it was false, you sighed, glancing back up at Bryan and you could feel the adoration pouring from his eyes onto you, “I guess what I’m trying to say is that I love you, and I love you more than anyone ever. I don’t need you to say the same back right now but there is no one else in the world I would rather spend the rest of my life with.”

Bryan let out a soft chuckle, nuzzling against you softly, “if you want me to buy you a ring, I will.” His lips hit yours softly, “because you are, without a doubt, the absolute love of my life, and I would give everything to spend my life with you.”

“I don’t need a ring.” You laughed softly, your hand coming up to catch his cheek, redirecting his next kiss to your lips, “but how about some cuddles? I honestly am fucking exhausted.”

“Whatever my girl wants, she gets.” Bryan smiled, kissing you gently before helping you up and guiding you down the hallway.

You couldn’t help but smile at the way he helped you out of your clothes, shifting you into comfortable pyjamas, making sure you were okay, a bottle of water by your bedside before he changed himself. He then wrapped you in his arms, pressing a soft kiss to your head, his hands ghosting over your body until they settled in a very affectionate manner. You weren’t totally sure, but you thought that you might have fully broken into Bryan Kneef’s soft side, one that wasn’t going to be reserved for just you anymore.

As you finally drifted off to sleep your thoughts shifted from whether Bryan would be as receptive to this news as you were or if he would go against his word and disappear out of your lives to ones of a long happy future with him. He had you tucked so tightly in his arms, nuzzling you deeper into the embrace with each breath, lips gently brushing against the top of your head, you felt safe, protected and most importantly, loved. And exactly where you needed to be.

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The Nanny,Green is the Color

Bryan Kneef x Reader. For two bingos: wethotsummerbingo (ice cubes) and trick or treat bingo (“Can you warm me up? I’m cold.”). Bingos hosted by: @melk917 @lannister-slings-and-arrows & @pascalispretty as well as @adarafaelbarba respectively.

Rating: NSFW for mature themes (jealousy, implied smut, angst) & language.

AN: This takes place between ch.2 & ch.3. Chapter 2.5 if you will. Bonus points if you get the title reference (but I fear I might just be too old for y’all 😂)

It wouldn’t be remiss to say that some interactions in the months after your hookup with Bryan, were awkward. After all, while he did say he wasn’t going to sleep with you again, he never said he would be a priest. In reality, a bevy of people rotated in and out of his bedroom door as if it were a revolving door. And despite your promise to remain unfeeling with another, there always was an elephant in the room. And with every new paramour, jealousy reared its ugly head.

You woke up in the middle of the night and you found yourself unable to return to sleep. You shuffled down the hall and as you passed Bryan’s door, you clearly heard sounds of two people fucking. You felt yourself flush, catching something that was not meant for your ears and swallowed the bit of acid that creeped up your throat. You were also relieved that the children were away with Connie.

You made your way into the kitchen and quietly gathered what you needed to heat up some milk.

You were looking forward to having the weekend off - it was Bryan’s birthday and he was having an ‘80s themed soirée with an obscenely long guest list. Bryan said you were more than welcome to stay and enjoy yourself but you declined. Instead you were going to meet your friends and play tourist in your own city.

You were deep into scrolling on your phone when you heard someone enter. You looked up and it was Bryan’s guest. In nothing but his shirt.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize - are you his—“ his guests voice was slightly raised in alarm.

“The nanny,” you rushed out to clarify. “Live in. I was just making some warm milk, can’t sleep.”

The guest looked relieved and nodded. “I sure hope it wasn’t us keeping you up. I can be… loud.”

You wanted the ground to swallow you up. “Nope, you’re good.”

The milk began to boil over and the milk hissed as it touched the burner, creating a brown ring.

You jumped up and rushed to turn the stove off. “Shit!” You removed the pot and grabbed a thick kitchen glove to remove the burner so you could clean the spill. You weren’t careful though and you burned yourself. You let out a stream of curses as you shook your finger in a futile attempt to cool the burn.

“Make sure to put your hand under some cold water,” Bryan’s guest commented. “Are you okay?”

“Never better,” you gritted through clenched teeth. You made your way over to the sink and turned the water on, hissing as you stuck your hand in.

There was another set of footsteps and you heard Bryan’s rich voice. “What’s taking so lo—“

His voice faltered at the sight before him. His hookup gathering chocolate sauce and strawberries and his nanny in the kitchen.

Bryan gave you a once over. You looked adorable in the matching PJ set you wore even though your face appeared miserable. “What’s going on?”

“I burned myself,” you explained, your voice wavering as you took in Bryan’s appearance. “Was trying to heat up some milk but that isn’t happening anymore.”

Bryan was in nothing but a pair of boxers. His skin was still a bit sweaty from his earlier activities. You tried hard to not leer at his bare chest - the same chest you dug your nails in during your time with him and licked the salt of his skin off. You tried to focus your mind on the floor pattern and not the happy trail that had led to the best dicking down you ever had in your life.

Bryan frowned and then turned to his guest. “Why don’t you go back to bed, I’ll be along in a minute.”

Once you two were alone, Bryan took out a tray of ice cubes from his freezer and placed them in a ziploc bag, before handing it to you. “I’ll be back - stay put,” he quietly commanded. You nodded and decided to move to the breakfast bar to wait. You examined the burn - it wasn’t as bad as it could have been but it hurt like fuck.

Bryan returned with a first aid kit and opened it.

“I’m fine, really. Just go back to bed Mr. Kneef.” You removed the ice bag and moved to stand.

Bryan turned to you, his mouth in a tight line. “I’ve told you to call me Bryan.”

“The situation hardly called for anything less than formality.”

“And what situation would that be?” Bryan asked as he looked at your burn. You tried to ignore the feeling of his tender touch along your skin. Your stomach fluttered and you felt your heart pang.

“Well,” you began, pausing briefly to find your words. “You are entertaining someone with whom I don’t know and are engaging in… activities with them.”

Bryan grunted as he applied colloidal silver cream to your burn. He wrapped your finger in gauze and then taped it shut. “There you go.”

“Thanks Mr. Kn— Bryan.” You corrected yourself.

“You’re welcome.”

You both stood, staring at each other for what seemed like forever, but rather just mere seconds. Finally Bryan spoke.

“Goodnight, feel better.”

**

As you were off, you took the opportunity to sleep in. Instead of waking up to an alarm, you woke up to the beat of music playing loudly outside. You groaned as you stretched and then checked the window. Bryan had apparently hired catering and event staff and they were milling about. You shook your head and decided to shower and get ready for the day, instead of immediately heading to the kitchen for some coffee.

Post shower, you felt more refreshed and you headed to the kitchen for coffee. You raised your arms as you pushed past the throngs of staff. You heard a voice and it dawned on you that Bryan’s guest hadn’t left yet. Instead they were ordering people around while wearing a neon swimsuit.

Your eyes met and they offered an arched brow. As the coffee finished dripping into your travel mug, they called out to you.

“You’re not sticking around are you?”

You shook your head. “Nope, I’ll be out of the way soon enough.”

“Oh good, I was worried.”

Your brows furrowed and you frowned. Bryan walked into the kitchen, his sweats hanging dangerously off his hips. “How’s your burn?”

“I’m fine,” you replied curtly, before turning your attention to the other person in the room. “And I was just leaving.”

You were seething by the time you got to your car. You sat, staring at the wheel, replaying the interaction in your mind, with tears threatening to spill. You took a deep breath and a long exhalation as you started the engine.

There was a knock on your window and you looked to see Bryan. You rolled down the window.

“Can I talk to you?” Concern was etched on Bryan’s face.

“I’m sorry - did you need something before I left?”

Bryan placed his hands on his hips and looked up at the sky before facing you again. “I overheard the conversation. I’m sorry - that was uncalled for. You are of course more than welcome to stay. It’s your home too.”

“You don’t have to do this. There's really no point... It's all fine. I didn’t think they were the new Connie. But you may want to have a conversation with them and give them a heads up.”

“Did I do something to piss you off?”

“No, no. It’s all fine. Listen, I have to go. I’m late meeting the girls.”

A look of resignation flashed across Bryan’s face. “Have fun, be safe.”

You put your sunglasses on and flashed him a smile. “Happy birthday. Don’t wait up.”

**

That night when you arrived home, the last of the party revelers were just leaving. The house was a disaster. You toed an empty topo chico hard seltzer can as you walked through. You were aware that a clean up crew would arrive tomorrow and in a few short hours, the house would be spick and span.

Bryan was in the kitchen, in front of the fridge. When he poked his head outside of the door, he smiled. “You’re back!”

You swallowed hard as you gave him a once over. Your eyes trailed over his chest hair which was neatly trimmed and followed the vertical trail all the way down from his navel down to his short swim trunks which left nothing to the imagination. “And you’re drunk.”

Bryan snorted in response before closing the fridge. He wobbled in his footing and you grabbed him, holding him steady. “Whoa whoa there big fella. Maybe you should go to bed.”

Bryan’s breath reeked of booze. “Can you warm me up sweetheart? I’m cold.”

You let out an irritated sigh. “Even drunk, you can’t stop can you?”

**

You grunted as you helped your inebriated boss into his room. Limp loose limbs were dead weight. Once you got the door open, Bryan stumbled forward and then collapsed onto the bed face forward.

When you returned in hand with a bottle of water and a bottle of acetaminophen, Bryan had rolled onto his back. You placed the items on his dresser and turned on your heels to leave.

“Don’t go. Stay here.”

You turned back, Bryan was sitting up. He was clearly out of it. Against better judgment, you sat next to him on the bed. You grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

“No, you need to rest and I have to go pick up the kids in the morning.”

“Then rest with me,” Bryan whined.

“Bryan, I…” you began, unsure of what to say.

Bryan scooted over, making space for you on. You sat next to him, enjoying the feel of the Pratesi sheets. Bryan basically snuggled up against your lap. Actually snuggled. You were done for.

You tried to settle your nerves as you stroked his hair and beard. Your plan was to leave the second he was really sound asleep. That too fell apart as you also fell asleep. The following morning, you woke up to being spooned by Bryan.

You tried to move, but found his arm holding you in place. As you wiggled out of the embrace, you could feel his erection pressing against the small of your back. You bit your lip to suppress a small moan - you knew how wonderful his cock was. You carefully moved his arm and crept out of bed, slowly and judiciously, so as to not disturb him.

You looked back once more towards the bed; once you were confident Bryan was still asleep, you made your way out into the hall and shut the door with a quiet click.

It was when you climbed back into your own bed that you admitted how jealous you were. And you wanted more with Bryan.

Bryan was clear - it wasn’t going to happen again.

You could only hope that maybe, perhaps, there stood a chance of him being wrong.

FIN.

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[htchnr]

03 ★ heartless love crime ❥ ch: no one else will do but you.

➻❥ masterlist. ➻❥ buy me a coffee!

CW ➻ aaron being a jerk again ⋆ mention of sex ⋆ piv ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ creampie ⋆ name calling (slut) ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

SUMMARY ➻ Hotchner laughed on the other side of the line. "You sound sad. He turned out to not be the man of your dreams?" No. He was better. Bryan was the perfect gentleman, which was why you couldn't pursue anything with him. He wasn't Hotchner. WC ➻ 2,7k.

AUTHORS NOTE ➻ hi 😁 this is not a nice series! i want to make that clear!! Hotch is toxic, rude and awful in this. (yet so hot at the same time uhg)

★ - © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫! - ★

➻❥ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫. ➻❥ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫.

Your foot tapped restlessly in the taxi cab. You dropped your head into your hands, cursing yourself over and over. Currently, you were supposed to be ten minutes into the date.

Unfortunately, you were ten minutes late.

Last night, you stayed slumped over the counter for another minute before you cleaned the mess. It was a feat wherein you wet one of your washcloths and attempted to crouch to the floor to clean, but you could already feel a soreness settling in and opted to lay on your side like Rose from Titanic and clean your floor that way. It was about as seductive as you felt, not at all.

Getting back up had been an even greater feat, your groans filled the apartment as you used all your core strength to lift yourself by gripping the counter. It was a sad sight to see. You managed to wipe down the countertop and nearly did your thighs, before deciding the rag was too dirty and tossed it in your laundry. Then, you showered and went to bed. Though, the clock was well past 3 by the time you fell asleep.

You wanted to be up by 9 am to get ready for your 11 am brunch. Instead, you slept through your alarm and woke at 10:30 and the fastest route to the cafe was 20 minutes away. Fine, right? No. You rushed to get ready and were still out the door by 10:50.

The cab slowed to a stop. You leaned forward and paid the fare, before stepping out of the taxi. You brushed your hair down, smoothed down your outfit, did any other last-minute fixes. It wouldn't help, you figured, being that you were late. The best you could do was dress colorful as well as warm, wearing your favorite sweater for this date. You made your way to the building, taking a deep breath to stave off the butterflies that threatened your stomach.

You placed a hand on your stomach the second you entered, only for your eyes to rake over all the heads. It was then you realized you didn't know which of these people was your date. God, it'd be ten times more embarrassing if your date left.

Thankfully, someone called your name from a table in the middle of the cafe. You made your way around the scattered placement of tables and chairs, to come face to face with a handsome man. The one way you would describe his attire was dapper. He wore a sweater vest and that was enough to hold your attention.

He stood from the chair to greet you, the both of you awkwardly standing, unsure of what to do, before he gestured for you to "please, sit" and you shook off your coat. You set it on the back of your chair, sliding in the chair with a polite smile. He returned it with one of his own.

"So," you started, "you're Susan's friend."

"Yeah, I'm Bryan." He nodded, opening his hand for emphasis. "Yeah, Susan got tired of hearing about my single life and she decided to play cupid."

You laughed. "She does that." You cleared your throat. "Uh, I'm sorry about being late. It was-"

"Oh, you don't need to explain yourself." He held up a hand. "Please, I got here a minute ago myself. I almost thought you left already and was about to get up to go until I saw you come in the door."

"That's reassuring." You didn't know what else to talk about, turning to take in the interior of the cafe. "This place feels so cozy."

"Doesn't it? It's on my way to work, so I stop by when I can."

You looked back at him, taking in his features. Dark hair, green eyes, thick, rectangular glasses that framed his round face. You didn't think you could guess his job based on appearance. He didn't carry the air of the people you usually were around. "Where do you work?"

"I'm a pharmacist."

"Oh," you nodded. Not a bad profession to be in, not at all. "And you stop here-oh, should we order drinks?"

"I already ordered."

"You did?"

"Yeah. When I was still holding out that you hadn't arrived yet. I hope you don't mind that I picked a drink for you."

"Not at all." You shook your head, a small laugh slipping past you. "I'm curious now. I like a little surprise once in a while."

"Glad to hear." His eyes flicked to the counter hearing his order. Standing from his seat, he dipped his head to you. "I'll be right back."

You placed your head in your hand, glancing around the establishment. In the pocket of your coat, your phone vibrated. You brought it out, seeing a message from Susan. She asked how the date was going. You sent her a reply that Bryan seemed nice, but your screen transitioned to an icon of a phone with rings rippling behind it. It buzzed in your hand, the name Hotchner flashed in bright, white font.

Your mouth fell open in your hand, but you quickly shut it. He knew you were on your date. You just stared at the screen, mind racing with too many thoughts. The frontmost thought among the rest was to answer the call, but you just set your phone on the table and muted it. The screen darkened but lit up again shortly after. You just held your mouth in your hand, elbow on the table, watching the screen.

"Do you need to take that?"

You looked up at Bryan, slipping back into his seat. In his hand, a drink carrier with two coffees on opposite sides, the other parts of the carrier with two wrapped donuts. He took the items out, sliding your coffee and donut to you, before taking his own. He glanced curiously at your phone.

You shook your head, covering the screen. "It's just a scammer, I think."

He hummed as you stuck your phone in your coat pocket. "Those can be annoying."

"So," you reached for the coffee, reading the label, "chocolate raspberry? That sounds good."

"I hope so. It's my usual." He beamed, watching you raise the hot cup to your lips. You took a small sip, mindful of the heat. His face glowed from your pleased hum. "Good, right?"

"It's more bitter than I would have thought, but still has a sweetness to it." You nodded. "I like it."

The rest of the date ran smoothly. You two opened the packaging for your donuts, iced chocolate with sprinkles over them. It was a nice change of pace from eating alone in your apartment, to have someone to share a laugh with from the frosting that coats your upper lips. All in all, you felt good.

As you both put on your coats and tossed your trash, he held the door open for you to leave first. You smiled from the gesture, unused to this kindness from a man trying to court you. He followed you to the edge of the sidewalk, waving down a taxi. Again, he held the door for you before getting in himself.

"Where to next?" You asked.

"The aquarium, actually." He gave the address to the cabbie, then turned back to you. "Is that alright with you?"

"It's perfect," you said. "It's been so long since I've been to an aquarium."

"Well, you're in luck. They've added new features to this one that I think you'll enjoy."

You took his word for it, engaging in small talk with him about your favorite films. He shyly admitted he enjoyed Star Wars the most, having seen the last movie in theaters as a kid. You waved off his worry and told him it was a classic. He knew how to hold a conversation and had you laughing lightly behind your hand the whole ride. You weren't even mindful of the traffic with him to distract you.

The aquarium was lovely. You took your time through each exhibit, admiring the seahorse exhibit most. In front of the large tank, a floor-to-ceiling glass window provided a view of all the larger aquatic life that swam on the other side. The blue waters reflected over your figures in soft light, waving over your clothes like you were underwater as well.

At one point, you two stopped at the baby ray tank, where you could pet them. You insisted Bryan did it first, a bit scared, but he only shivered when a ray swam under his hand. You laughed at his minute disgust.

"It's not as smooth as I thought," he said.

It was enough to convince you to feel for yourself, standing so close to him. Your eyes were wide once the baby ray swam under you, lowering your fingertips for a good feel, and shivering just as he did. You hadn't expected the texture to be so rough, like sandpaper.

At one end of the room, you both got hand sanitizer and paper towels to dry your hands. You glanced over as a few people yelped in surprise while others laughed. A number of them had wet spots on their shirts as a little ray swam away. You giggled with Bryan when he mentioned that could've been you two.

At one point, in a dark room, surrounded by moon jellyfish, you were next to him. He said something you didn't quite hear but still laughed at, then he turned to you. You turned to him. Both of you were smiling. The smile dropped as he leaned his head in.

Your heart fluttered, eyes half-lidded. You started to lean in too, closing your eyes fully. This would have been perfect.

Except, you imagined another man in his place.

Your eyes shot open, seeing the slicked back brown hair, rather than the dirty blonde hair of Bryan. You shook your head, leaning away and a small sound bubbled up to your throat. This was wrong. You couldn't kiss one man and fantasize about another.

Bryan opened his eyes, picking up on your discomfort.

It was a nice distraction from reality while it lasted. Grounded in reality, you backed away from him, shaking your head. His eyebrows knitted together, confused by your action. Your shoulders hunched, sinking into yourself as your lips pulled down the slightest.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I can do this."

He nodded in understanding. "It's okay. We don't have to kiss. If you want, we can take it slow."

"No, I-" You wrapped your arms around your middle, looking down. You couldn't face this kind man. He didn't deserve you. He deserved someone better, someone, who wasn't preoccupied with another man.

The date ended shortly after. Exiting the building, he followed you down the sidewalk, waving a cab down and opening the door for you. He said he'd take a different cab. You bit your lip, feeling bad. "You seem like a great guy, Bryan, really, but I'm sorry. I don't think I'm ready to date."

He bit his cheek looking properly dejected. "I understand." In an attempt to lighten the mood, he forced a smile for you. "I enjoyed the date, nonetheless."

You returned his smile, just as bittersweet. "Me too."

You slipped into the cab and he closed the door for you. As you gave the cabbie your address, you pulled out your phone, seeing the screen light up. You clicked the call button and brought the device to your ear.

"Your date over?"

"Yes."

Hotchner laughed on the other side of the line. "You sound sad. He turned out to not be the man of your dreams?"

No. He was better. Bryan was the perfect gentleman, which was why you couldn't pursue anything with him. He wasn't Hotchner.

"Did you need something?"

"Yeah. Come to the video store."

He gave you an address that you iterated to the cabbie without a second thought. It didn't occur to you until you finished talking and he hung up that you were about to spend time with another man, right after your date finished. You couldn't allow yourself peace of mind for at least an hour before jumping back to Aaron.

He stood next to the entrance, leaned against the wall as your cab pulled up. You approached him, to which he rolled around a sucker in his mouth.

"Took you long enough."

"It's-" you glanced at your phone, well past one, "-the afternoon. You know traffic gets heavy around this time."

"Uh-huh."

You nodded to the sucker in his mouth. "You have another one?"

He sucked on it before he loudly popped it out of his mouth. "As a matter of fact, you can have mine." You didn't have enough time to process what he meant before he grabbed your chin and parted your lips enough to stick it in. A shiver rolled down your spine at the thought of his saliva in your mouth. "I didn't want it anymore, anyways."

You closed your mouth, sucker rested atop your tongue. Tentatively, you rolled it to the side of your mouth, holding the stick between pinched fingers to help move it. He pushed off the wall and entered the automated doors with you on his heels.

To your utter horror, you realized as you delved deeper into the store, Aaron made a beeline for the adult film section. You stopped several feet away, mouth shut tight and eyes wide.

He glanced over at you. "What are you standing there for?"

"I, uh..." You glanced from him to the label above the shelves. "What do you need from here?"

"Figured that'd be obvious."

You still had yet to move. "Um."

"Don't be a baby." Hotchner frowned just the tiniest bit, hardly bothered by your shyness, but wanting to make a show of how childish you were acting. He made a 'come' gesture with his hand, placing it on his hip. "Nobody's even paying attention."

"Yeah, but-"

"You'll make it weird by standing over there. Come here."

You sucked on your teeth, tongue flat on the roof of your mouth. You crossed your arms but made your way over to him, gaze locked on the carpet floor under your shoes to not make any eye contact with the other customers.

"There, was that so hard?" He said as you joined his side. Your gaze flickered up at the covers, scantily clad people in suggestive poses. Heat pooled in your belly and rushed to your cheeks, body aflame with embarrassment.

"I don't want to hear it." You pouted.

He scoffed, scanning the rows from top to bottom, taking a step back the lower he got. He hummed to himself at the selection. "You ever watched one before?"

You kept your gaze on the side of his face, to his sunglasses, not comfortable looking at the covers in a space where others could judge you for standing there. "No."

He tapped his fingers on his hip, turned to you, and cocked his head at them. "You pick."

"What? No. You pick it."

"I want to see what you'd be interested in." He smirked.

You let your eyes slide over to the shelves. You couldn't deny you were curious, just a bit, but you didn't want to be the one to decide. That'd only cement this all for you.

"What makes this any different from doing it yourself?"

You pouted at him. "I don't want to watch someone else."

He gave you a long stare, the corners of his mouth twitching. It was a short minute of his staring, before he broke into a smile, snickering to himself. "I'm just fucking with you."

It was like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over you, body alert and rushing with blood. All you could manage out was a shocked, "what?"

He walked to the other end of the video store to the counter. The teen behind the counter looked up from their magazine as he gave his name. He reached under the counter and pulled out a movie cover for some martial arts movie. Hotchner nodded to the kid and promptly left with you in tow like some kicked puppy.

"That wasn't funny," you said outside of the store.

He shrugged. "It was a little funny."

You only shook your head and pushed the sucker to the other side of your mouth.

Aaron went home with you. No surprise there. It should've been expected that, as the door closed behind him, he was glued to you and whispering dirty things in your ear. He said something about the adult films, something you didn't catch but was sure that anything spilled out of his mouth would be pure filth.

He didn't say anything about your date as he set his movie on your kitchen counter. You didn't think of your date as he undressed you in your bedroom. The day's events spilled to the back of your mind as you both fell naked onto the sheets.

The only thing that filled both your mind and body was Aaron. His muscles, his dick, his breathy moans that fanned your face. He kept his gaze locked on you while he fucked you. The headboard banged hard into the wall, but it was background noise to the sounds of your skin slapping at your pelvis.

You arched your back, gripping the sheets tightly. He had one hand on the headboard, his other arm wrapped around your thigh. You had one leg over his shoulder for better access, for him to hit you deeper.

He called you his slut, you said you were his slut. He called you filthy things, things that only spurred you on. Your body burned in a lustful shame, but you could only moan and cry and let him say those things. It didn't matter if they were true or not, it came from his mouth and that was all that mattered.

You managed five orgasms, probably a new record, before he came inside you. Breathless, slumped on the bed, your leg slid off his shoulder as he crawled off of the bed. He took out a cigarette and sat on the edge of the bed to smoke. Your head lolled to the side and you thought about opening the window after he left.

It was still light out, but you were overcome with fatigue. Sweaty, filled with cum, you had barely rolled over, bringing the comforter over you from the side and closing your eyes. You were asleep before you could hear Hotchner leave.

You dreamt of a man kissing you.

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[vynegar]

ch 10 liveblog

just the quick reactions i have while reading the chapter! updated as i go. i'm making a separate post for translation-related things, but that'll be posted when i finish the whole chapter

so for artem/mc interactions, he feels normally protective and careful of her but the awkwardness is still there he doesn't know if she's mad at him TT (immediately blocking her from view in the car!! and realizing now that he was so shocked because things were awkward between them!!!) also i'm gonna note his reasons for taking the case as close enough to the post-ch9 predictions

hmm artem's acting being SHIT in this chapter. clearly he can act when he wants to, so i'm interpreting this as him thinking the prankster is such a clown that he can half-ass this performance xDD

vyn on leave of absence w/o informing us... they really ARE functioning separately omg

also this guy thinking he has leverage over them with vyn. LMAO. i'm starting to see why vyn was so cruel with him in that screenshot

so bold of this to be in an artem-focused chapter. they knew what they were doing

wHAT????

oh ok he had me in the first half i'm not gonna lie

wait hang on this actually reminds me of artem personal story ch 1... maybe this whole separation charade thing is also to help develop mc's independence...? much to think about...

rhino horn spotted on the workbench in the investigation section! which reminds me, i should add a thing about that in the translation post for some added cultural/language context that non-chn speakers probably wouldn't catch

just screenshotting this since it feels important, as part of artem's philosophy of the role of a lawyer

omg the person who scratched marius is coming back as a plot point. also MARIUS <333

screenshotting the marius convo to think about later. is his other purpose for investigation luke and/or artem since they also got talismans? but i don't think he would know that, or at least he should be pretending he doesn't know in order to feign distance

omg that's another entry for the ch 10 translation post. why does marius keep getting shafted by the eng translation TT he keeps ending up harsher and more CEO-like (but the jp dub makes him sound softer so maybe it evens out? lmao)

the contrast of his appropriate distance at the detention center vs his insistent closeness when they seek out jonah zahn... add that to the theme of closing the distance from the first year of cards... nice nice very nice

a follow-up to his encouragement from ch 9 that mc could handle this?

also another patient of vyn's (or someone who sought treatment at his research center at least) who met a tragic end....

FELICIA LUO YOU ARE SUCH A GIRLBOSS FOR THIS

oh nooo )): jerome is like 100% framing felicia securely for this case. kind of ironic because he told her to go through all the trouble of making a show out of it to ensure justice for her husband, but then he went through so many hoops to frame her instead... also tot is kinda interesting in just how much public opinion affects how the cases play out. here felicia was told having the "curse" cause a stir was the only way to catch the true culprit, but another common thing in stories is the harassment that rosa and artem face as attorneys for high-profile cases... another thing to think about. court of public opinion and whatnot

ok hate to admit it but... AI voice kinda slayed that line. ladkfjadsfj vyn i'm so obsessed w you when you're on a warpath

oh u know that vyn secretly loves having rosa threaten him like this

this is what vyn haters THINK he's like. I FUCKING WISH

anyway. CONTINUED evidence of putting on a hostile performance. just wondering when we can get some answers

uhhhh so CHIEF JUSTICE OF THE SUPREME COURT bryan wing has connections to a secret auction where selling humans isn't off the table?? oh things are getting dark

i have no words...... first of all, writers turning THIS into a comedy moment with the clown bgm.... "capiche".....

LOL

i think another interpretation of artem's acting is that he's particularly good when it comes to being aggressive/arrogant/A. i like to believe all interpretations especially overly specific ones

vyn what the hell are you involved in that you have sway over something like this

OH WAIT??

PFFFFFTTTTT NO WAY ARE THEY USING THE CLASSROOM BACKGROUND FOR THE AUCTION 🤣🤣🤣 I CAN'T TAKE IT SERIOUSLY LIKE THIS VYN IS JUST ABOUT TO GO UP AND EXPLAIN THE PRIMACY EFFECT

ugghhh okay it's really getting good now but gotta sleep :// also might be translating some parts of vyn and ogier's convo (10-19) bc there are slight paraphrasings that i'd like to keep the original implications of

oh i was actually thinking about this during the scene... i'm sorry vyn i have failed u....

this entire scene feels very significant... another thing to go back and chew over...

the way i instinctively yelled "NO! >:(" at the screen

ROSA WHAT THE HELL KIND OF IDEA i know we readers have semi-omniscient pov but oh my god

nah there's still gotta be something with this report. maybe jerome lied. we can't just rule it out like this

ok so the black market drugs are still more like medicinal with severe side effects including hallucinations, while the traces on the cup had acute poisoning levels of NXX (just taking notes)

LUKE'S THROWING IT AWAY?? NOT EVEN KEEPING IT FOR EVIDENCE OR RECORDS OR WHATEVER?? AND DID YOU ALREADY TAKE THE MEDICINE?? (i feel like it's a psych-out but still??)

长命百岁。。。。。

oh hell yeah an entry for the translation post

hmmmm ok jerome is REALLY getting the potential-redemption/sympathy edit?? idk just this continued gentleness that they keep showing from him. i feel like it's going beyond the level of just "this villain is emotionally intelligent enough to garner allies and manipulate others"

VYN!!!!!!!1

god he's so insufferable (affectionate)

wait so vyn has talked to brigid too? ok so basically confirming that he's doing the aforementioned psychotherapy

wow vyn is really just the only therapist in stellis or sth

OH SHIT???????? HERE WE GOOOOOOOO

lasdljfks;alsdjf okay what a chapter. lots to think about and i need to process it. honestly i'm kinda tempted to just go directly into reading ch 11 since i can xDD

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Why are you obsessed with Negan?

not something possible to explain. think about guest characters in other fighting games. freddy kreuger in mortal kombat 9. they really only had to make like, a handful of moves for him - some specials, 2 fatalities (?), a babality or some shit, and all of his normals.

to make negan in tekken they had to make, like, a hundred moves for him. so already he's automatically extremely high effort, compared to guest characters in most other games. (well what about the other guest characters in the game? akuma, geese and noctis?)

akuma, geese and noctis kinda dont play like 'regular' tekken characters. akuma and geese can fly 20 feet in the air with their jumps and have fireball projectiles. noctis has a projectile too that makes him follow up with a teleport. noctis kind of plays like a tekken character only because they made kunimitsu 2 to replace him and she has teleport BS as well.

the most 'non-tekken' thing about negan is that he has a bat, which affects certain things (you cannot use the universal low-parry to parry lows that use Lucille), and he has long range because of it on top of being tall (because jeffrey dean morgan is taller than most of the tekken cast). but a bunch of characters have weapons, including yoshimitsu, master raven and alisa (chainsaws).

besides all of that his playstyle fits me perfectly. i love the range, the poke-based gameplay coupled with slow/CH moves that reward you for proper use of tempo,frame manipulation, delay, etc. his execution is easy so im not breaking my hands playing him just to get optimal combos and i can focus on movement instead. i love characters with good oki and long range and god damn negan has both of those.

i love armor moves in games. negan has TWO of the best in all of tekken 7.

harada and murray (head producers (i think)) of tekken added him because they thought he would fit and i think he does. he has the only like. face modeled after a real person as far as i can tell, but, tekken faces used to look a lot more realistic anyway. (look at tekken 6 compared to tekken 7.)

people think having a tv character in tekken doesnt fit. i do! bryan is clearly based on roy (rutger hauer) from bladerunner. tekken has always been inspired by movies and tv (yes bruce lee was on tv) so it doesnt feel that out-of-place to me.

he also has immense swag. and i like maining characters unique to 1 game, it seems.