a little bit of your attention

“Were you and Audrey ever, like, a thing?”

Emma’s eyebrows hit her hairline, mouth falling open a little in surprise, and Brooke, well – it’s not really the first time she’s thought about this, either. She’s always thought Emma was gorgeous, and then after Audrey’s video had come out – and Brooke had watched it again, and then again, and then again – she’d developed kind of a hyper-fixation on Emma’s mouth, because she’s always got the best curves to her smiles, even her frowns – and her lips look really soft, and –

“I think, maybe, she had a crush on me for a while, or something like that. But she never did anything about it,”

“What would have done if she had?” Brooke asks, and her eyes are drawn to the movement of Emma’s fingers curling in the covers over her lap, clenching in the flower-print of the duvet.

“I don’t know,” Emma breathes when Brooke meets her eyes again, and there’s a shallowness, like she doesn’t have enough air behind it.

“What would you do if I did?”

A Dark Lords Rising

The Dark Lord made a very different choice on Halloween of 1981, and with it he may have brought the very destruction to the light that they so rightfully feared. Now Harry is growing under the training of Lord Voldemort in order to avenge his parents deaths to the proclaimed leader of the light… Albus Dumbeldore.

A Knock that Changed Christmas

Christmas had never been a season Emma had enjoyed, she’d always felt that lonely hurtful tug in her heart whenever she saw families together on that festive day. She’d only wished she wasn’t alone. She’d thought she’d gotten over the melancholy of this holiday. But as she settled herself on her empty couch in her empty house, bringing her knees to her chest and hugging them tightly and wishing she was elsewhere, she hears a knock at her door. A knock that Emma never knew she needed or ever realized would mean so much. A knock that changed Christmas in her eyes forever.

Choices, Choices

They say the best time for self-reflection is when you’re with your best friend, doing your favorite things. Max Caulfield – every single one of them – would disagree. A Life is Strange fluff fic with a little bit of everything, and I mean that. – A Multi-Max Theory fic.

Happy Holidays, Everyone. ~ Rihaan Shimomura