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harrytheehottie · 1 year
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tis the damn season part 3 preview - read part 1 & part 2. coming soon.
“Harry, I am flattered beyond flattered, that isn’t even the right word for what I feel right now. I just never, I just. I feel so bad. I don’t want this to ruin us. I don’t want to regret this. ”
Harry let the tears fall, his brows furrowed his hand running through his hair before finding the way to pull at his bottom lip again. You’ve never seen Harry this, the mixture of anger and sadness and you don’t believe this is that moment but if it was, you knew you deserved it.
“Believe me, my dear no one will regret this moment more than I will.”
“Harry don’t say that, please don’t say that. Can we just talk - can you hear me out?”
“I invited our family and friends. Planned this whole night with no doubt in my mind you’d say yes, we’d have time to ourselves before our friends and family surprise us in about 20 minutes.”
“They’re coming here?”
“Yes, here. S’why I rented out the entire pub. If I had any indication that you’d say no I probably wouldn’t have planned it this way.” He was being short.
You hated how much you deserved it.
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dulcewrites · 10 months
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Acquired Taste (modern au)
Pairing: Aegon ii Targaryen x oc, Jacaerys Velaryon x oc (wc: 4k)
Summary: Sometimes the hungry grows too strong. Edith and Aegon know that all too well.
Warnings: allusions to cannibalism, obsessive tendencies, slight unreliable narrator/purposely ambiguity. Aegon and oc are weird I fear :/
A/N: I wrote this on a total whim 💀💀. Slightly inspired by hannibal, Hope y’all enjoy, and if y’all want to chat, my inbox is always open đŸ«¶đŸœ
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The first tug comes at a family dinner.
At first, Edith was able to chalk it up to nerves. She’s eating expensive lobster and was sure the hand soap she used in the bathroom cost more than the several disgustingly overpriced books she had to purchase for university.
Jace’s family situation is tense. But then again, most blended families probably were.
He had told her he had nothing to worry about, that everyone would be far more focused on celebrating his aunt entering her PhD program. And yet, the attention made her feel claustrophobic. Throat tightening, palm sweating, stomach churning; it must be the nerves, right?
She was most anxious to meet his mother. Jace gushed and raved about his mother in the way all mama’s boys do. It was not that Rhaenyra was cold or even mean, quite the opposite. She was polite, almost farcically so.
Edith was hoping to see Baela and Rhaena. The only reason she knows Jace is because of her connection to their mother, Laena. But their absence, along with their parents, was notable. It leads to Edith having to make polite, but awkward small talk with those wanting to strike one. Which is a short list; the other side of Rhaenyra’s of family looking entirely bored of the whole thing.
The tugging in her stomach and burning in her throat continues through dinner. Even the wine and after four glasses of water she chugs down.
Edith blinks, a bit shocked when she feels Jace’s hand on her thigh, sliding up further and further. She must fight back a sigh. She doesn’t know what is worse: him doing this while his mother is asking her about her degree, or the cumbersome way he fiddles with her underwear.
She wonders if this is a terrible attempt at spicing things up. But she indulges and indulges in the way she always does with Jace. It’s hard not to giggle a bit at the earnest nature in which Jace does things, even in his spontaneity, but she would take it over the other traits her exes have exhibited.
Cold fingers slipping her lacy panties to the side, gently rubbing. As conversations and clink of silver ware droned on, her eyes fluttered up towards the giant chandelier handing above them. For a moment, she wonders what would happen if it just fell and shattered all over them.
She would die being fingered, surrounded by strangers. There are worst ways to go she supposed.
When her eyes fluttered down from the lights to the table, they catch on big blue ones.
While Jace has nothing but praise for his aunt Helaena, he had silence and shrugs in response when Edith mentioned his uncles. Jace’s two middle fingers are ring deep when Edith makes eye contact with Aegon. Her breath quickens, and she finally reaches a hand to slow Jace down. Edith does that a lot, slows him down. Molds him and sculpts him a bit.
Jacaerys is malleable in the way she thinks all men should be.
All she can do is smile weakly at Aegon in hopes he doesn’t notice. He just tilts his head in the way dogs do when they are confused, but then a slow smile spreads across his face. Edith doesn’t know what it means but it makes her quickly turn her attention back the conversation between Rhaenyra and Alicent.
Cold fingers, sparky chandeliers, and unwritten meanings.
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The tug eventually turns into an urge.
Edith can’t put her finger on when or why, but the burning in her throat moves to her belly. Deep and wanting.
She tries not to focus on it during girl’s night, but it lingers. This time, she tries to blame it on her lack of contact with Jace. By the fourth time she checks her phone, Dana snatches her phone out of her hand.
“Girl, give it a rest,” she sighs. “He’s probably just busy.”
Asha snorts from the purple sofa chair in their apartment. “Or maybe he’s ignoring her text for a reason.”
Dana glares over at her. “We don’t know that,” she turns to Edith sympathetically. “You don’t know that.”
Asha never liked Jace, but to be fair, she never liked any of their boyfriends.
“This is why you don’t give the guy you have to coach or work to like a chance, even if he’s rich,” Dana shrugs. Edith rolls her eyes, stuffing popcorn into her mouth.
“I’m not with him because he has money. I’m with him because he’s nice to me, and a good guy.”
“Hmmm, even the nice ones fuck up.”
Edith blinks, being transported back to the dinner that happened two and half weeks ago.
“Sometimes, it’s better to date the ones that will be assholes out loud.”
She had told Jace she had to use the bathroom before they left. Taking a left instead of a right, she gets a bit lost. Wandering around the mansion, staring a bit too keenly at the old, expensive decor. By the time she makes it to one of the many bathrooms in the house, the door to it is swinging open.
“Ah, the girlfriend,” the edge in Aegon’s tone doesn’t match his face. Soft features that remind Edith of the hand drawn cherubs on the wall of her church back home. Big eyes now blurrier than before as he sniffles softly.
“The uncle.”
She tries to smile but the copious amounts of liquids she had during dinner has made her focus strictly on getting to the bathroom.
But Aegon doesn’t budge from his place blocking her. Just looks at her with that same curious look. She feels like the frogs her science class when she was 13. Dissected and open to see. It was a feeling that grew throughout the night.
“We are all so surprised when Jace said he was bringing someone home,” he leans against the doorway.
Edith wants to ask what is so surprising about it. Instead, she opts for something more diplomatic, possibly even too sickly sweet.
“I’m glad he did. It was lovely meeting where Jace gets all his best traits from.”
Aegon hums in response, clearly not impressed. “Hmm, best traits.”
He finally moved out of the way. As he walks away, their arms brush. The material of his shirt against her bare skin.
“Have a good rest of your night,” his voice floats and flutters in the hall casually.
Still slightly dazed by the usual nature of the conversation, and Aegon himself, Edith forgoes reciprocating the salutations.
Even then, she felt like there was something she was missing. That Aegon was holding the key to a chest of secrets that she will never be privy to. The curious look, blank smile, and the white residue she found on the bathroom counter, the only things sticking in her mind from that night.
“You’re right,” Edith flashes Dana a fake smile. “He’s probably just busy.”
She leans her head back against the sofa as Asha restarts the movie. Trying to focus on her breathing and not the how she acutely feels the blood rushing through her body. From the top of her head to the tip of her toes. Dana reaches over gives her arm a soft, reassuring squeeze. Edith focuses in the warmth of tawny fingers gliding across her arm.
Her tongue starts out over her mouth. Blood red, flowing and staining the mouth.
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Aegon wakes to a call from Alicent that he instantly sends to ignore. Then a string of text from Aemond and Helaena. He doesn’t know what they say but he sees the notifications one after the other.
It is not till he gets a call from Rhaenyra that he knows something is wrong. Rhaenyra makes it a happen to do most her communication with her siblings through Alicent.
“Have you seen Jacaerys,” the normally cool, almost annoying melancholy tone that his older sister usually has was replaced by something more panic stricken.
“Why would I have seen him,” he looks over the window in his bedroom. The sun has barely begun to rise.
“I’m serious Aegon,” Rhaenyra’s voice grows more anxious. “I - I haven’t spoken to him in over a week. He always calls me on Sundays, especially if we don’t talk during the week. I called Edith and she hasn’t seen him either. I have a bad feeling.”
The annoyance he felt titters into guilt. For all the Rhaenyra’s faults, and Aegon tended to think she had many of them, she was a good mom to her group of brats. Sometimes a bit too doting; often never believing the boys she gave birth to were anything less than perfect angels.
She had a mother’s intuition. Aegon always felt Alicent had one too. He remembers her calling randomly, only moments after the first time he did ecstasy. As if she could tell he was about to do something bad.
But that was when he was 16. A couple more escasty pills, and a light coke habit (he can quit whenever he wants), and a white lie that he was at the mall ago. He is a case study for how a concerned mother doesn’t lead to less trouble. Hell, it may lead to more.
“I can go over there,” as soon as Aegon offers, his mouth twist as if he’s tasted something sour. He is not the one that should be offering. He barely cares about Jace, but the tremor in Rhaenyra’s voice is headache inducing. “See if he’s around or not.”
The sooner he confirms it’s just Jace not hiding under his mother’s skirts anymore, the sooner he can be done with it. He is closer to Jace’s place than anyone else.
Rhaenyra is silent for a moment before sighing. “I’d really appreciate that Aegon. Thank you.”
Aegon grunts in reply before hanging up.
He wonders how much bigger of a monstrosity he must have been in a previous life to have the family he does. Or better yet, to be settled in the body he is in now.
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The apartment is clean
 and empty.
After knocking for the umpteenth time, Aegon eventually gets a superintendent to let him in the apartment. It is how he expects any apartment owned by a kid in his 20s. An organized chaos of books, clothes, and little knickknacks.
There should be nothing out of the ordinary, but soon as he stepped in the one bedroom left something just felt off.
Aegon slowly looked at each nook and cranny. Eyes lingering on the photos Jace had on his wall in his room. Mainly ones of him and his immediate family. One from Joffrey graduating middle school. Another of him sitting next to Rhaenyra on a hospital bed holding Joffrey. That next to one of him and Harwin at a baseball game.
It would all be touching if Aegon gave a shit.
The picture that stands out is what he assumes is the newest one on the wall.
Edith’s pretty face standout amongst the various images of family and friends. A big smile on her face, dimple indenting in her left cheek. Jace’s arms thrown around her shoulder as he kisses her right cheek.
Once again, it would all be so sickly sweet if a deep level of resentment didn’t settle in his chest.
He supposed that it just how families worked, or at the very least how his family worked. A fucked-up mix mash of being perpetually over them while still longing for them. Or really what they have.
Breaking his gaze away from the pictures, he tries to think of a way to tell Rhaenyra that Jace is not here. And based by his made bed, and the eerie neatness of the apartment, has not been for some days. As he goes to to call her, something shiny laying on the floor catches his eye.
A dainty gold and white gold elephant hanging from a thin gold chain.
Aegon recognizes well. He remembers being taken by the way it sat perfectly between the swell of Edith’s breast at dinner. He also took note of true meaning. An elephant symbolizing luck and good fortune to come.
She armed herself coming to meet his family
 cute.
But now it lies limp on the floor of Jace’s bedroom. As he ticks the necklace into his pocket, Aegon can’t help but wonder if Edith’s luck has run out.
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Jacaerys’ body is washes up days later. At least the remains of it.
After Rhaenyra had formally made a missing person report. The officer comes to the family home. The one Rhaenyra grew up in; Aegon, Helaena, Aemond, and Daeron following suit years later.
Aegon is sure he has not heard a noise like the one Rhaenyra makes before. A mix between a wail and groan. Her knees buckling briefly.
Because how does one take news of their child, their firstborn, being dead?
How does one live with that hole in their chest; what can you do but to give into grief. To wail, and to let your body get weak with pain. Aegon watches as Alicent tries to comfort her, and he thinks about how she would react if he wound up dead somewhere. Lips purple, and life drained from his face.
He has thought about it more than he thinks is healthy.
Years ago, it was Aemond, freshly 16 and off a freakish growth spurt, that drove him hospital to get his stomach pumped. His brother had put on his best Alicent like glare afterwards and reprimanded him.
“I refuse to be the one the tell mom you’re dead because you got yourself fucked up.”
In hindsight, it probably was a bad idea to ask his teenage brother to drive him as he came off a bender.
But it did make him think of Alicent. Aegon thinks of his mother more than he thinks people give him credit for. It is probably his behavior that makes people assume he has little regard for Alicent. But it is quite the opposite; he has so many feelings for his mother. Taking in the inadequacies of motherhood to the shining moment of empathy plastered onto all her kids in different ways.
Alicent wore her heart on her sleeve, and sometimes Aegon hated her for it.
He hated when he could tell how disappointing she found him as a son. How with each fuck up, a new worry line would magically appear on her face. The face she gave him.
But most of all, he hated that it didn’t make her love him any less.
Outside of Rhaenyra, Harwin, and Luke, the other person in near hysterics was Edith. Big wet tears falling from her eyes like diamonds. When she walked through the door with her hair pulled back, no makeup, and in a matching sweat set, the necklace that he put in his wallet felt like it was burning a hole through his pocket.
She played the distraught girlfriend well. Her pale-yellow crew neck becoming stained with tears as Helaena rubbed her back soothingly.
Aegon knows he has no reason not to believe she is genuinely upset. It could be the small pull in his chest that seeks out the fuck up nature in others to make him feel a bit better about his own tendencies. Despite the big doe eyes and meek disposition, Jace’s pretty girlfriend not the lamb in the middle of the slaughterhouse but the weapon herself.
Now that send a chill down his spine and blood to his groin.
Aegon does a poor job eavesdropping as the officer whispers with the family.
missing body parts, fentanyl found in the body.
Nothing about it makes sense, and it sends Rhaenyra into even more of a spiral.
The rest of the night is spent placating her until it is time for them to go to ID the body. Edith shakes her head, staunchly, chin wobbling when asked if she wanted to come to with. A batch of tears welling in her eyes. Rhaenyra hugs her tightly as Edith’s eyes flutter shut. When they open, they land on Aegon.
The wound and the blade.
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Edith sits in her car, staring at her fuzzy steering wheel.
Lips feeling puffy and swollen from the crying. She needs to drive. Put the car in reverse, and drive. But there is a paralyzing anxiousness in her running through her body. She could barely make eye contact with the officer when they came to the house. She knew going to the hospital would just make things worse for her.
Luckily, caught in her own grief, Rhaenyra bought it when Edith said she could not stomach it.
But now she sits in the driveway, stuck.
A knock on her window makes her yelp and jump.
Aegon’s knuckles tap against the window of her car casually, as he leans down. Despite her better judgment, she rolls her window down. The sun is setting behind him, highlighting the golden tones in his hair.
“I wanted to see if you were ok to drive.”
Edith nods, hands going to the steering wheel. “Yes, I just needed a moment.”
Aegon mouth twists. There’s that look again, he knows something.
“Understandable,” he says before a faux look of surprise covers his face. “But I am glad I caught you before you left. I wanted to give you this.”
He digs into his pocket, then pulls out a necklace. Her necklace. Edith feels her lunch starting to work its way up her throat.
“I thought you would want it back.”
Aegon dangles it within the car, while she just stares for a moment.
“Where - where did you find it,” she whispers.
“In Jace’s room,” this time a smile comes onto his face. Not at all one you think a uncle would have after hearing news of his nephew being dead. Edith reaches out to grab it, and their fingers brush.
Long, slender, riddled with rings. Edith swallows hard.
“Thank you, I must have left it there the last time I slept over,” the metal is cold against her hand. “I should get going.”
Aegon nods breezily, stepping back from the car.
“Take care of yourself, Edith.”
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The funeral is held on a rainy Friday. Under a black tent before the wake at home. Aegon blew air out of his mouth rather loudly during the funeral leading to Alicent pinching him softly.
Behave.
Next to Lucerys, Baela, and Rhaena stood Edith. Face partially covered by a thin veil. She reminded him of those old Hollywood actresses in a horror movie. Tragic and beautiful and hopeless.
The time after Jace’s body was found, Aegon found himself slipping into a bit of
 a habit.
Checking her Instagram, TikTok, and LinkedIn. He knows she can see the last one, it only makes him look more. A morning routine he does over coffee the way others read the newspaper or check emails. Scrolling through the same pictures and videos. The same picture-perfect curation burned into his retina. None have been updated recently but the lurking becomes self-soother. He even liked a photo, a deep want for her to know he’s watching compelling him.
Then there was the drive-by past her apartment but that was a two-time thing. He had to cross reference the pictures in her apartment for that.
There is an itch he needs to scratch.
The need leads to him following her during the wake. Her heels clinking against the hallway. He knows she can hear the heavy footsteps of his dress shoes; it makes her steps faster.
He picks up his speed to till he is right behind her, wrapping his hand around her arm. He yanks her into the first room he can find. One of the bottom guest bedrooms.
Edith tries to yank her arm back but he pushes against the door after he closes it.
“What the fuck is wrong with you,” she hisses, her hat askew and eyes a bit wild.
“You did something to him, didn’t you,” Aegon whispers. “But you’re putting on quite a show.”
“I loved him,” her bottom lip trembles. Aegon lets out a bark of laughter. “Fine, I didn’t love him but I - I cared about him.”
Cared.
“Cared about him. You and the other girl he was seeing?”
The slap he receives is stinging. Only rivaled by the ones his mother gave him in his youth. Must like Alicent, as soon as she does it, her face falls with guilt. “I’m sorry, I shou-“
Aegon cuts her off by pushing his lips onto hers. Edith makes a surprised noise in the back her throat. Her arms go push him away. Her teeth sink into his bottom lip hard as an attempt to get him to stop, but as soon as she breaks skin and his blood graces her tongue, a submissive moan comes out.
The taste of metal dampening both of their lips. Her tongue swiping against the blood.
Bloodied lips travel from lips to her neck.
“We can’t do this here Aegon,” she says breathlessly.
Is that confirmation she’d do it someplace else?
But the way his name rolls off her tongue only makes him reciprocate, nipping at her neck. He always wondered what she smelled like, under underneath the sweet-smelling perfume. He wonders what all lies underneath the faux sweetness.
She finally uses all her strength to push him off.
“Leave me alone,” she points at him.
Aegon wishes he felt guilty about the tears welling in her eyes, but all he can do is focus on his blood smeared on her lips. He doesn’t know what he wants to do more, crawl out of his own skin, or burrow himself into hers.
He tries to reach out, and she all but lets the door swallow her. “I mean it.”
She gives lets out a shaky breath before turning to open the door, making sure to slam it in his face before he can follow her out. He leans his forehead against the door, running a palm over the slight erection in his pants. Shuddering, he fiddles with his belt.
Even in death Jace has gotten more than him. What a pity.
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Edith comes home to an empty, dark apartment.
Both Dana and Asha asked her if they needed to be with her for the night, both having predesignated plans. Sleepovers are a normal occurrence between the three of them.
But she wanted the place to herself tonight. Hunger biting at her stomach.
She only kicks off her heels and rips off her hat before going to the kitchen. Mouth curling to the side as she tries to decide what to have for dinner. Fingers traveling over the different meat cuts in different containers.
Finally settling on what to fix, she grabs a pan from under the stove and pulling out ingredients she needs.
A flurry of notification makes her phone dig. Edith must fight back a sigh, already having a feeling as to what it is. Since Jace’s death was made public, she had received a plethora of well wishes. Most were in good faith but being reminded of it did nothing to actually help.
Her mother even went as far as to insist she would come down the week after the funeral.
Poor, poor Edith.
But when she checked her phone, it was not someone reaching out to send their condolences, it was Instagram notifications. All from a familiar person.
He just won’t get the hint.
[what part of leave me alone don’t you understand]
She messages him, after self-indulgently scrolling through his page. Aegon answers embarrassingly fast.
You said “not there” first
[you’re a weirdo.. snooping on your dead nephew’s girlfriend]
*ex. He would’ve broken up with you anyway

.right?
Edith rolls her eyes. Fucking cunt.
Her eyes survey the two slabs of meat in front of her.
[do you want to have dinner]
She watches the dots appear, then disappear, then reappear.
What?
[you’re clearly not gonna leave me alone so do you want dinner]
More reappear and disappearing dots. For a moment, she thinks she overplayed her hand.
Fine. Where
[at my place]
[you already know the address. btw if you’re going to stalk someone maybe don’t drive around in the gold Porsche. It’s obvious and tacky]
He hearts the message. Freak.
And here I thought you were trying to be normal
Edith stares at the last message for a while.
Normal.. what a funny idea. Maybe her version of normal is just a bit different, the way she is sure Aegon’s version of it is different.
[bring wine]
It’s the last message she sends before rolling up her sleeves, fingers massaging over the meat as she seasons it. Extra care given to the tender parts of it. Herbs and spices marinating in the fleshy parts.
Bloody and soft, like Aegon’s lips at the funeral.
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psychicbergara · 3 months
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selfishly,,,,,, you should do an updated version of your pinned
 i am really enjoying the podcasts cause i feel like they give so much ryan and shane lore
dkshdjdb the ‘selfishly’ part of this message made me laugh 😭 (in a fond way dont worry 💖) im glad you really like my pinned to the point you want another updated version of it đŸ„șđŸ©”
like it really is one of my best edits and im sooo proud of it. but im ngl i rewatched it and i wouldnt even know where to start when it comes to adding moments from the podcast fkfbdj or even if it needs moments from the podcast if you know what i mean?
to sound a lil nerdy and obnoxious for a second— the main narrative of that edit was to show shane and ryan’s journey to becoming best friends from unsolved to watcher and how much they grew to love/know each other. and i feel like a lot of moments from the podcast are definitely great shane and ryan lore but not stories that need to be added to show their growth and get the point of the edit across? idk, when it comes to editing i always need to create some kind of narrative (if it isnt a thirst edit lmfao) so when it comes to updating it, i think there would need to be another breakthrough or step in their relationship for that to happen đŸ€§
im sorry for this long winded explanation anon 😭 i get kinda passionate when it comes to editing so i tend to ramble!! but again i truly appreciate that you liked my edit and would want another one of it!! it makes me sooooo happy đŸ«¶đŸœ
but who knows, maybe inspiration will strike and ill make a separate shane and ryan edit and add some podcast snippets in there!! we’ll see ❀
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mirobami · 2 years
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Before this lovely event ends can I request Aoi again, cause that’s literally MY fiancĂ© now (Sakura he’s not yours anymore) with spades bc Ik I would be greats friends with this man before we get married . I’d ask him to dance with me too đŸ˜đŸ«¶đŸœ
↳ ruin our friendship
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♠ CHARACTER:  a. mibuomi
♠ MATCH: Spades (Friends to Lovers)
♠ NOTE: its the way we’re so down bad for him that we have shoved sakura aside but FR BECOME FRIENDS WITH THIS MAN AND THEN ASK HIM TO DANCE WITH YOU HE CAN’T SAY NO, this was so much longer than i expected, that’s why it came last
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Being friends with Aoi Mibuomi meant so many things, but most of all, it meant that you were put in a place where you were not safe from his relentless teasing. You didn’t hesitate to tease him back. As his best friend, it was your job to do so. He trusted you and vice versa. It was a wonderful friendship that you would not have traded for anything.
However, the problem started when you realized that you had feelings for him. You tried to deny them but even your dreams were haunting you. The most recent one with him was one where he was singing a love song in a musical and you joined him. You even had to kiss him in front of an audience. When you woke up in a cold sweat, you checked your phone, seeing the multiple messages from him, all of them about some strange dream that he had. Except, unlike yours, his were normal, if you count mustard bottles performing the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy as normal.
The next strike was when you had dreamt of him at a wedding. The dream took place outside and for some reason, he was out there too. You couldn’t take it anymore and you left, going through a gazebo as he followed you, trying to talk to you. It was clear that it was your wedding and he didn’t want you to leave him. But you ended up running away from him. He was right behind you though, shouting your name, even as you hid from him, crashing through a forest. Once you found a hiding place, you could hear him calling for you. You woke up from that dream, trying to control your racing heart. It was probably just inspired by that stupid hike that Aoi convinced you to go on and you both got lost and separated from each other. But the wedding...
“Jesus, Y/N, have you been sleeping at all?” He tilted your chin up with his index finger, studying your face too closely for your own liking. “You look like you’re going to collapse.”
“Shut up, I’ve been needing my beauty rest because at least one of us has to be the pretty best friend and it’s going to be me.” You omitted the part about you having strange dreams about him. How were you supposed to tell your best friend that you dreamt of kissing him and even marrying him?
He didn’t see anything different. He only walked beside you to class. “So the last dance...”
Ah. That was another variable you forgot about. The reason for the wedding could have also been because of that stupid dance. The place where everyone gets dressed up and usually, people ask others out and they become couples. This year, everyone was waiting to pounce on Aoi the second they heard you say the words that you weren’t going to be going with him. Everyone expected you to get together, although some secretly hoped it wouldn’t happen.
"We can talk later, this is my class." Quickly entering the classroom, you sat down, sighing as you tried to focus on the board. The letters became squiggles as you tried to take your mind off of Aoi. Your mind was definitely collapsing from the pressure of the last days of the year. But the thought of Aoi going with someone else...
You sat up, determined. At least platonically, you would take him. And so you did. He never asked you, so you asked him. He had asked, "Are you asking me out right now?"
"No, idiot, I'm asking you platonically. Just as friends."
"Yeah! I'd love to go with you."
So here you were, ready to go to the dance. You had bought the corsage and boutonniere for the both of you, against Aoi's complaints. However, knowing him full well, you did not give him the boutonniere because he would have lost it. You were waiting with Sachiko, who was thoroughly amused at this. "Waiting for Prince Charming?"
"What are you on about?"
"You look especially radiant tonight, it's a wonder if Aoi will be able to not be jealous. Oh, here he comes."
Fixing your hair, you stood up and saw him walking past the fountain, looking lost. You called for him and he brightened at seeing you. You marched over to him and pinned the boutonniere to his coat pocket. "You look decent."
"Aww, is that your way of telling me I look incredible?" Aoi hummed, tilting his face towards yours.
"Get over yourself. Are you waiting for your other friends?"
"Yeah, told them I'd see them. See you inside?"
You walked away with Sachiko. You couldn't be mad. You were here as friends and nothing more. Even at the table, you had not been seated together since he was forced to sit with his friends. He told you he wanted to sit with you badly, but his friends practically threatened him. You had to remind him you were going platonically so it was fine. The atmosphere was calm at first and you grabbed food, but the second an upbeat song came on, you dragged Sachiko on the dance floor to dance with you.
It was an incredible time. You were having the time of your life dancing with your friends and even becoming temporary friends with those you didn't know. You all were screaming the lyrics to songs and bouncing around just like the rest of the crowd. You hadn't even seen Aoi at all, but he had been watching you with a soft smile on his face.
Finally, a love song came on and you and your friend had jokingly partnered up to start dancing. The others had left since this was a couples' dance (or so it seemed), but you two were too carried away to care.
From afar, one of Aoi's friends said, "That's your date, right?" He was nodding at you.
Aoi took a swig of his drink. "Yeah, why?"
"Are you actually stupid? Put the pieces together! A love song, your date is currently with someone else, what do you do?"
He could've laughed, before taking a deep breath. He had to do it. It was only a dance, right? Nothing more. Hopefully, you wouldn't hear his heart pounding.
You hadn't even noticed him arriving until he tapped your friend's shoulder and asked, "Hey, can I steal them from you?"
Your friend eagerly let go, winking at you as she joined the rest of your giggling friends, who were now cooing at you with Aoi. He had grabbed your waist and your hand and was now slow dancing with you. You were stunned but with a weak attempt at calming the situation, you told him, "Your hand is gonna fall off of my waist and you're gonna look stupid."
"And just when I thought we were having a moment."
You were staring at his shoulder the whole time, rocking with him since neither of you knew how to do a waltz. That would be out of place here anyways. But you were having a conversation too, mixed in between him cheesily singing along with the singer, his voice going into falsetto at the high notes. You were both laughing and when the second love song came on, you two could not stop staring at each other. Aoi spoke first, "I guess I have to confess first, huh?"
"Sorry?"
"I have a massive crush on you. I didn't even realize it until later. I'm glad you asked me because remember the weird dreams I told you about? I kind of...excluded some details."
You let out a soft laugh. "I haven't been sleeping because of my dreams, Aoi. They've included you."
"Oh?"
"Not in that way, dumbass. But I'll explain them later if you want."
"No, tell me now."
"Fine. I kissed you in one and I ran away from our wedding in the other."
He was stunned before a slow smile crept upon his face. "I can make one of those come true." His lips were right near yours, giving you the option to pull away if you wanted. You hadn't pulled away and instead leaned in. It was almost like a dream how you fell for your best friend, the guy everyone wanted and he fell for you too. The small moment between you two felt as though the world stopped and only the both of you existed. His touch was warm and everything slammed back to reality when he pulled away, a lovesick grin on his face. "I don't think you know how long I've been wanting to do that."
"Stop, I can hear my friends giggling." You buried your face in his neck, shifting your hands to wrap your arms around him instead, him also moving to hold you closer.
"But I can, if you want, make the other dream come true, just without you running." He whispered.
"Aoi, do me a favor."
"What?"
"Let me enjoy the moment."
He could've laughed but instead, he was fist pumping the air. He finally got the person he loved the most, his own best friend. Marriage was not on his mind until now and he realized that he would have you explain every detail later since you were the only one he could picture the rest of his life with. But, that was in the future.
He still couldn't wait for that day.
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Hiya Kelsey! #1, 16, and 29 please and thank you đŸ«¶đŸœ
Oh HELLO there! Thank you for the asks, lovely!
1. Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?
I definitely daydream! And once the daydream is a little coherent, I'll jot down notes or lines for later. There are times where I'm ABLE to hop on and write right when inspiration strikes, but that's pretty rare.
16. Do you write by hand, on your phone, or on your laptop?
Primarily my laptop! Though I have written sections on my phone while I'm lying in bed or out about town that just HIT me and I'm afraid of losing. I keep those in a separate document than the fic itself though, so I'm able to work it in as needed.
29. What’s something about your writing that you’re proud of?
Oof don't make me self-reflect! Um...characterization, I think! I work really hard to make sure everyone feels fleshed out and three dimensional, including some maybe less-than-ideal qualities sometimes.
Thank you, Shreya!
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