#(just. please no guilt tripping. people have tried it on me many times and it doesn't work)
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The thing about Ricky September rising to the top of the chart as the most controversial aspect of Dot and Bubble is interesting, because... welp, as many people have pointed out, he's the surface level white twinky manic pixie nuwho Doctor at their most op on steroids. I've seen people comparing him to s6 Eleven specifically, but the offhand remarks about how much he knows, the interest in history, and most importantly, the proper introduction as the handsome guy who leads our protagonist away from cheap looking monsters and then runs hand in hand with her... that's Rose, the episode. The reason people took a liking to him is because he literally echoes the main character of the show we're watching. He's the Doctor doll in this sci fi dollhouse. That's why it's so shocking when Lindy uses him as cannon fodder.
So the fact that he's no less racist than everyone else in Finetime fits into the general concept of this episode as unpacking the naturalised racism of Shakespeare's Tempest/Forbidden Planet sf conventions, that Doctor Who, and the Doctor themself has been guilty of (welp this is what you get for thinking it's a good idea to turn a brown guy over to WWII villains or not filtering for racism when you random generate a time and space you will hide in with a black companion - you watch aryan bubble folks go to their deaths you bent ass over tits to prevent; not for many people this would have been karma doing its job, but for the Doctor it is).
But I don't think... the show wants us to hate itself, or its main character. Like, there are reviewers clutching their pearls over another cult text getting written by people who hate it, but. criticism isn't hatred, it's often an expression of love, and perhaps one of the highest forms of self-love. Which is why it caught my attention Ncuti Gatwa looks extra-doctorish in the last scene. Yes, clothes are surface, but in a visual medium they're a message too. Fifteen has been the most clothes changing Doctor we've seen so far, and he spends most of the episode in a more everyday casual shirt, but he dons the extravagant yet stylish tartan knee length suit for the end. And he does a Speech(tm), too, and helpless shouting, and finally a stern face (which ironically enough reminded me of fury of a Time Lord Ten). And like, he's not ignorant of why Finetimers look at him this way. They always knew, just never were on the practical not abstract side of the deal.
So Ricky the Doctor Doll works not only as a meta textual self reflexive parody, but also a contrast. Not so much as a "but see, this show, or even this era is not like other girls" masturbation, but more as a reflection on what makes this protagonist who they are. Yes, maybe s6 Eleven was op-ed too much, but that's not what made any Doctor, including this one, who they are. From this perspective the concept that Ricky would not have helped anyone from outside the in-group is... ironic considering how much of a separate chaff from grain sentiment there comes about in response to the Doctor's radical - and often pragmatically wrong! - kindness. Yes, the rationales for when they "should" be less merciful are more solid than skin colour, but I think this element of "this guy is what you WANT the Doctor to be, and not just visually" is there. Can't help thinking of how the destruction of Gallifrey - both in s1 and s12 - gets hailed as "yes, that's what the show is telling us is the RIGHT thing to do, just in general, not to prevent a specific outcome!". Meanwhile Fifteen keeps calling it genocide and remains wistful.
#full transparency: I am white and will accept any and all criticism of this analysis#(just. please no guilt tripping. people have tried it on me many times and it doesn't work)#doctor who#dw meta#dw spoilers#dot and bubble#fifteenth doctor#the doctor
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BABY TRAPPED â dark!rafe x fem reader
summary: rafe purposely gets you pregnant against your own will after you choose the pogues instead of him.
warnings: 18+ !!, DUBCON, forced pregnancy, toxic relationship, abusive relationship, dark!rafe, arguing, fighting, choking, SMUT, fingering, slapping, unprotected sex (p in v) forced sex, jealous!rafe, kinda stalker!rafe, kidnapping(?), creampie, teen pregnancy. (lmk if anymore!)
: ÍÌâ đ¶đ đ¶đȘđŒđœđźđ»đ”đČđŒđœ â.àłàż*: PART 2
you had been at john bâs chateau for most of the day hanging out with your friends, but youâd promised your parents youâd be home before midnight. looking at the time on your phone, you noticed it was 11:13 pm.
youâd been drinking a little bit, and so had your friends, so driving home wasnât an option. âguys, iâm gonna need to leave soonâ you say over the mild volume of music playing.
âwhy?â kiara asks. âmy parents told me i had to be home before 12. theyâre kinda worried about me because of the whole.. you know.. rafe thingâ you reply.
over the past few weeks youâd been going through a rough breakup with rafe. you couldnât handle him anymore. his anger, his jealousy, his everything. he was no good for you anymore, and with the whole rafe vs pogues situation, you had to pick a side. your boyfriend or your best friends.
you had to pick your friends. there was no other choice, no other way out. rafe had tormented your friends for months. he pulled his gun on them, he beat them up, he attempted to kill kiara and his own sister sarah. and he almost killed you.
youâd lost track of how many fights you had with him, how many times he hit you and you hit him back. the screaming wars youâd have always ended up with him choking you or slapping you, and ward having to physically pull him away from you.
you just couldnât put up with him anymore. he was manipulative, toxic, and most of all abusive. your friends knew about all of this, and tried so hard to get you away from him, but you couldnât escape from him. heâd always convince you otherwise, guilt trip you, lie to you, twist your wordsâŠ
âyaâ want me to walk you home?â jj asks, sitting beside you, smoking his blunt. you think about it for a second, but decline his offer. âthanks, but iâm okay, really. iâll be fineâ you nod and smile. âyou sure?â sarah asks from across the room as they all practically look at you as if you were crazy. rafe was crazy, and if he saw you alone, only god knows what he would doâŠ
âyeah, iâm good. i think i need to be alone anyway. take a nice walk by myselfâ you shrug. you hadnât really had much alone time in months, considering you had a boyfriend glued to your hip out of distrust.
âokay, well, please call us if you need us, mâkay?â sarah says, walking over to you to hug you. sheâs worried for you the most, youâre her best friend and her own brother is ruining your life. âi will, promiseâ you smile, standing up to hug her tightly.
âlove you, y/nâ kiara says with a smile as you walk out the door, saying bye to them all. you blow a kiss to kie before shutting the door behind you. they all know youâre going through a tough time, so theyâre trying their best to be there for you and look out for you. they all love you.
walking home now, you stroll down the dark, long road ahead, with nothing surrounding you but tall trees and dim streetlights. no people, no lit-up houses, just dark and quiet streets with people in bed.
you walk for ten more minutes before you hear a car approaching from behind you. you give it no thought though, not wanting to worry yourself. the car gets closer, as if it were going to drive straight past you, but suddenly, you hear the car slowing down and eventually stopping right next to you. you donât want to look, but you have to.
your heart sank into your chest when you noticed rafeâs black range rover, right as the window rolled down. it was rafe. ây/n get in.â his tone demanding and angry. âno, leave me alone.â you quickly turn around, power walking away. however, he only follows you. he slowly drives, following you, speeding up and slowing down whenever you do.
ây/n just get in i wanna talkâ he says out the window, resting his arm on it as he watches you, attempting to talk to you. ârafe, leave me the fuck alone.â your voice gets louder, but youâre not yelling, yet. âsave yourself the hassle and get in for fuckâs sakeâ he says, getting more frustrated by the second.
ânoâ you say, not looking in his direction at all. âoh my godâ he says, sighing before putting the car in park and getting out. âno, go away!â you say, attempting to run but he grabs you before you can. you thrash around in his arms before he picks you up and drags you to his car.
âput me down!â you yell at him, trying to fight him but he is much stronger than you are. he opens the passenger door, shoving you inside before quickly getting in the drivers seat and locking the doors.
âwhat the fuck are you dââ you scream at him before his hand roughly covers your mouth, shutting you up. âi just wanted to talk, but you always have to make it hard, donât you?â he says, eventually letting go of your mouth and seeing a mark left over from how tight his grip was.
âi donât want to fucking talk! you yell as he rolls the windows all the way up so nobody can hear you fussing. âi donât care. who the fuck do you think you are?â he yells at you, making you flinch. âwhat?â your eyebrows furrow.
âchoosing those fucking trash pogues over me. are you serious? dumping me for them?â he argues. youâve had this argument with him plenty of times, he seems to not be able to let it go. or let you go. ârafe. i didnât want to be your girlfriend anymore, okay? youâre abusive, youâre mean, youâreââ you say, only to be cut off by his laughter. âabusive? for wanting to protect you? for wanting the best for you? rightâ he squints his eyes. âwanting the best for me? are you serious? youâve done nothing but hurt me, and hurt my friends, including your own sister, by the way!â you argue, but he scoffs and tuts, as if they were nothing.
âbecause i told you so many fucking times to stay away from them, didnât i?â he screams in your face, watching as you flinch with fear. âyeah, you did, but they are my friends, rafe, sarah is my best friend and you tried to kill her? sheâs your fucking sister you should love her more than you love meâ you say, voice getting higher out of frustration for him. how can he be so naive and cruel?
âher? sheâs no sister of mine. that bitch has always been against meâ he scoffs, speaking so lowly of his own little sister. âno she hasnât, rafe!â you try to tell him, but every word that comes out of your mouth is a lie according to his delusions.
âright, whatever.â he rolls his eyes at you and your âliesâ, but he just doesnât want to accept the truth. heâs the problem, he turned everyone against himself. âi love you, yeah? i never stoppedâ he suddenly says, looking at you.
âwell i have.â you say, but hearing those words were gut wrenching to him. you crossed the line. he unexpectedly and quickly reaches over, grabbing you by the throat and squeezing his fingers.
âi never wanna hurt you, y/n. you make me do it. i want to love you, but when youâre running off with your little friends behind my back, you make it hard to trust you, yeah?â he explains in his usual manipulative tone.
ârafeâŠâ you force out, feeling as his grip tightens, his nails basically digging into your skin. âcan you let me love you like i want to? like iâve been trying to?â he asks, watching as your face turns redder and redder.
he loves watching you struggle, it was his favorite part of having power over you. itâs like it turns him on to hurt you. âplease.. stopâŠâ you struggle to say as he just keeps begging for your love.
ây/n, let me show you how much i really love you. please?â he asks softly, looking at you with adoration as if his own hand isnât almost causing you to lose consciousness. he was psychotic. âok.. ok.. yeah.. just let me goâ you choke, nodding your head as fast as you can. you didnât want to agree, but you had to otherwise he wasnât going to stop.
and who knows what he wouldâve done if you had passed out? youâd dread to think. âyeah? attaâ girl. i knew youâd come to terms with me sooner or laterâ he says, smiling as if he didnât force the right answer out of you. he lets go of your throat, loving the sound of you gasping for air and regaining your breath.
you wanted to hit him so bad, you wanted to insult him and call him names but most importantly, you didnât want him to actually kill you. âletâs go somewhere private, hm?â he suggests, like you could say no. you stay silent in his passenger seat, nodding at everything heâs saying, submitting to your fear of him.
he puts the car into gear and begins driving off. he drives five minutes down the road before turning down an off road path which lead to the lake, but he stopped in the secluded path surrounded by more trees, and more darkness.
turning his engine off, he turns to face you. âdo you love me?â he asks. youâre terrified to answer. youâd be lying if you said yes, but if you said no, youâd find out. ââŠyesâ you gulp, fearing him deeply. âgood girlâ he smirks, smelling your fear like a dog could.
he loves it. he loves you being afraid to say something he doesnât want to hear, thatâs the first step to being the perfect girlfriend in his eyes, you always know the right answer.
he turns in his seat to face you, reaching his hand over to your thigh. he rubs it, trailing his hand up and closer to your pussy, but you shift your legs the other way to move his hand away, making him grab your thigh and moving it back to where it was.
âdonât act like you donât want it. you just said you love meâ he leans over, darkly whispering in your ear which sent shivers down your spine. âi.. i doâ you lie, not wanting to send him over the edge. he smirks at your words, leaning his head down to your neck to kiss it. you donât want his touch, but you need it.
ârafeâŠâ you whisper, trying your best not to want it but itâs difficult when heâs kissing your neck and moving his hand up your thigh again, only this time you donât move your legs when he gets close to your pussy. youâre wearing jeans, so you feel his hand unbuttoning them which made you nervous, but you let it happen anyway.
âwhat baby?â he whispers, lifting his head from your neck to look at you. âiââ you say, cut off by the feeling of his cold hand slipping into your jeans. you jump at the temperature of his skin, which made him laugh. âcome on, just take itâ he licks his lips, looking at yours before kissing them. you kiss him back, and eventually start making out with him.
mid kiss, his hand slips into your panties, making you hum a moan. âyou like that?â he asks, rubbing circles on your clit before breaking the kiss. âmhmâ you hum, but his other hand reaches behind your head and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back. âuse your words, princessâ he tells you, his dark eyes staring into yours. ââŠyes.â you hesitate to say, but you go along with it for your own safety and his sanity.
âhmm.. goodâ he smirks, letting go of your hair and kissing you again before his hand slid down your pussy, to your hole. you gasp at his sudden movement, but he chuckles at you. âyouâre so wet. iâm always turning you on, huh?â he says, opening his mouth and mocking your gasp.
you chuckle too, wanting him to know youâre on the same page. after seconds of his fingers teasing your hole, he slides two of them into you. you gasp, moaning as his fingers fill you up to his knuckles. âso deep..â you moan, tensing up in your seat at his touch.
but it wasnât long before he had you stripped off and sitting on his lap with the seat pushed all the way back. âfuckâ he moans at the sight of your pretty tits, his hands grabbing your ass cheeks.
âif we do this⊠will you leave me alone after?â you ask, terrified to say but it needed to be said. âyeah, of course, i promiseâ he says like itâs nothing, like he didnât even hear those words come out of your mouth. you were expecting a different reaction, but he had a different plan.
you felt like you had to have sex with him one last time for him to be able to move on from you. or so you thought thatâs how it would be. âi love you, but if i need to leave for you to be happy, then i willâ he says, almost believably.
but that was a lie.
pulling his boxers off allowed his hard dick to spring out, hitting your leg. you both giggle before starting to make out again, where his hands slid from your ass cheeks to your hips, his fingers twirling the sides of your panties before pulling them down and off your feet.
âride me, princessâ he says, both of your warm areas touching. you nod, lifting yourself up and positioning yourself above his cock before his hands roughly gripped your waist, pulling you to sit down on it.
you let out a loud moan of pain and pleasure. âfuuuckâ he drags, closing his eyes as he pulled you up and down, choosing the speed and roughness for you. your moans cried out, you didnât know if it hurt or felt good more.
âi missed you so much. i missed this pussyâ he tells you, his hands roaming your naked back as his dick harshly thrusts up into you. âi missed youâ you say, knowing you didnât mean a single word. your horniness and desire to please him took over.
âyouâre mine, babyâ he tells you, his fingernails digging into your hips, making you cry out. he was so good at pleasing your pussy that you ruled out the pain he caused. ââŠalwaysâ you say, starting to question whether or not he was being honest about leaving you alone.
his pace is rough, heâs fucking you so harshly that you donât think heâs ever gone this hard on you before. it hurts, but it hurts so good. âow.. fuck.. rafeâ you moan loudly like a porn star. âthatâs it, babyâ he says, feeling closer and closer to coming each time he thrust up into you.
your legs start to burn and ache, and he can tell by how much your legs are shaking. so he pulls you off of him, and guides you into the back seats where he climbs over after you.
he lays you down on your back, spreading your bodies over the three seats. he positions his cock near your pussy again, before sliding in with no warning. you moan, wrapping your arms around his back and gripping his shoulders. âfuckkkâ he moans in your ear, making you much wetter. no matter how much you hate rafe cameron, his moans were your weakness.
the rougher and meaner he got, the more aroused he was. it wasnât long before he started choking you, and slapping you around. itâs what he does during sex. he loves the power, he loves the dominance he has over you. you allowed it, though, because this was the last time. right?..
minutes later, you you felt him speeding up and becoming more tense, which meant he was gonna finish any second now. you, however, werenât even close to finishing. it did feel good, but it didnât change your feelings for him. you canât come over somebody you hate so much.
âfuck baby.. âm gonna cumâŠâ he says, twitching his dick as he empties his load into you. you moan at the feeling of his warm cum filling you up and leaking out after. he slowly pulls out, smirking knowing heâs hiding a huge secret from you.
he snuck into your house a few days ago while you were out with the pogues, and swapped your birth control pills for fake ones. but you had no ideaâŠ
it wasnât until two weeks later when you were throwing up in your toilet, and crying your eyes out when you realized youâd missed your period. âfuckâ you say, grabbing an emergency pregnancy test from the cabinet above the sink. you had them hidden in there just in case.
you take the pregnancy test, pacing around your bathroom for five minutes straight, waiting for the results. boom. the alarm youâd set on your phone goes off, five minutes is up. you switch the alarm off and gulp, slowly reaching for the pregnancy test. you pick it up, and gasp when you read the answer.
POSITIVE.
what the fuck are you supposed to do now?âŠ
NOT PROOFREAD. probably some mistakes, but my FIRST smut writing?!?!đ©đ© plssssss lmk what yâall think! <333
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killshot, baby
Pairing: Aaron Hotch x Doctor!Fem!reader Cw: Fluff (for real this time), LONGING (this is literally 9k words of pure yearning idek how I did that), mentions of blood, Hotch gets shot, Jack being adorable, Jack gets injured too :(, no explicit age gap, this is just rlly cute idk it's sweet I love Hotch so much I need him Summary: When you get hired as the BAU's stand-by medic, the team leader ends up being the hardest part of your job. Disclaimer: Reader is chubby! She's always fat coded, but like usual she's not described here. Just know a chubby person was imagined when writing this <3 WC: 9k (Hotch is the love of my life I could go on about him forever) This is definitely not medically accurate, please just enjoy for the sake of the story. I LOVE HOTCH I WANNA SMOOCH HIM
As weird as it was, band aids were the thing you remembered most from your childhood. You grew up as a canvas for any sort of scrape, cut, or bruise. Any wound that made your parents feel mildly worried to utterly terrified were ones that decorated your body frequently. You never tried to assign any meaning to why you became a doctor, simply crediting it as your call to the profession - to people. If you had to, though, your consistently bruised adolescent body is the best root cause you could think of. It seemed only right that the kid who couldnât keep her skin in tact would grow to love helping others. You liked to think thatâs how you kept your head an average size. Your bosses and co-workers had raved about your abilities no matter the job you took, and after a while you had to start prioritizing keeping your humility. You had started as just a kid with bruises.Â
You tended to ground yourself with those same memories in times like this. For as long as youâd worked in the hospital, you held some disdain for agents. You saw many federal ones, being so close to the HQ for divisions like Behavioral Analysis, but some locals swung by too. Youâd had far too many experiences of them being snappy, demanding, and usually inconsiderate to the team of people trying to save someone. You understood the individuals you were committed to helping often got there by doing monstrous things, but demanding to talk to someone when they were bleeding out and half-conscious always forced your tongue between your teeth in an effort to stay respectful. Especially now, pushing a stretcher with 3 other workers while trying to shake off the feds trailing after him. You recognized them, Agents Rossi and Hotchner, if you remembered correctly.Â
âWeâll need to talk to him immediately.â The man - Rossi, you assumed, seeing as he was going gray and had less of a charge fueling his steps - spoke quickly as the two men followed your team.
âBe here when heâs out of surgery.â You didnât bother to look back, trying to convey your annoyance and praying they got the hint.Â
âHeâs killed three women and has another one hostage. We donât have time.â The other one piped up, easily keeping pace with you.
Abandoning your previous strategy, you let your team push the man into the operating room, shutting the door behind them and whipping around to face the duo. âI understand that, sir, believe me.â You were more elevated than you would have liked, years of unease unfortunately slipping through your efforts to withhold them. âBut whatever happened when you found him left him barely breathing. You canât speak to a corpse. Youâll have your time when heâs stable. Go do your job and let me do mine.â You tensed your calves planning to turn around, but quickly felt the guilt catch up to you. âIâll call you if he wakes up.â
âIf?âÂ
You sighed. You hated profilers. âIâll call you.âÂ
âCall the headquarters.â He was scribbling down a number on the back of a hospital business card. âAsk for Agent Hotch. Weâll be waiting.â You nodded your head once, taking the card from his hands. He started walking away as he thanked you. âWe appreciate it.â Sure.
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The surgery to save the man had been a trip and half. One of the bullets had internally ricocheted, and the other two were lodged next to crucial arteries. You praised your mother for giving you steady hands as you inched them out of him. It took you and your team six hours and fifteen minutes to get his heartbeat steady, you estimated heâd be knocked out all night. You should call, you thought. You had no idea how late these people worked but they were more than likely expecting to talk tonight and you didnât know if thatâd be possible. You fished the card out of your pocket, his handwriting was impressively neat for how fast heâd written the number. You heard the line ring twice before someone picked up.Â
âThis is Penelope Garcia with the Behavioral Analysis Unit, who am I speaking to?â
âUh- Iâm Dr. L/n down at Quantico Med. Iâm looking for Agent Hotch?â Your words tilted up at the end of your sentence. The casual nature of his shortened name left a weird feeling in your mouth after you said it. âI have an update on a patient he was asking after.â
âIs this about an unsub?âÂ
âA what?â She lacked professionalism. You wondered briefly if he had just given you the phone number of an employee.
âIâm sorry-â she laughed slightly. âIs this about a suspect? Hotch told me someone might be calling.â
âUm - yeah itâs about a suspect. He was brought in earlier. Is Agent Hotch there? Iâm sorry maâam but I've been in an operating room for the past 6 hours and I want to go home.â You hoped sheâd respect your honesty, you really didnât have the patience to explain yourself to someone new.Â
She chuckled. âI got you honey, Iâll page you over.â The line went dead for a second before the ringing resumed. Please be quick, you prayed, get me out of this fucking hospital.
âHotchner.â His voice was rougher over the phone. You guessed the long hours started to weigh on him by this time of night. You always felt it the most around this time, too.
âHi, sir. This is Dr. L/n from the hospital. We managed to stabilize your guy, but itâs unlikely heâll be up before tomorrow. I know it was assumed heâd be awake tonight but it took longer to operate than expected.â Your guys put 3 bullets in him, so sorry for the inconvenience. âIâll be here all day tomorrow. You can come by at any time and Iâll let you in.â
âAre you positive we canât talk to him tonight? I understand the situation is difficult but this case is extremely time sensitive. Iâm sure thatâs not lost on you.â You cursed the man for not being more condescending in his delivery. Thinking of the poor person either trapped or dead right now due to the guy you just saved made you sick.Â
âI know.â Fucking hell. âI can wake him up.â A quarter dose of adrenaline works wonders. âBe here in fifteen minutes. You wonât have much time to talk to him.â
âThank you.â He hung up. You put your head in your hands. Just a little kid with bruises.
âÂ
The layout of the BAU made you envious of the workers here. Youâre sure theyâd dealt with atrocities beyond what the average person could stomach, but you also worked within the belly of the beast and man were those hospital hallways claustrophobic. The daylight shone beautifully through the large windows, and you asked yourself if youâd be able to cope with all the paperwork in exchange for a feel like this. There werenât any front desks, nowhere to sign in, so you sat in one of the chairs by the door and waited to see if something would happen. You had been specifically requested to visit the building , a note signed âStraussâ being left with the hospital secretary. You didnât like being called on by a stranger, it made you nervous beyond belief. Youâre sure anyone walking by assumed you were being charged with something. Sweating like a sinner in church.
âDr. L/n?â A woman was standing near you, having completely avoided your eyesight until now. âIâm the board supervisor, Erin Strauss. Thank you for coming.â The woman was nice enough, but she seemed rigid, clearly confident in her authority. She led you to her office and gestured to the chair facing her desk.
âIâll cut right to the chase.â She smoothed her pencil skirt as she sat down. âThe BAU is seeking a stand-by medic and Iâd like to offer you the position. Youâre revered highly by your previous places of employment and your current boss has only good things to say. Along with a personal reference by an employee of mine, youâre certainly a person of interest. Youâd be working interchangeably with three other individuals, however you would be the first one called when needed.â
That is definitely not what you were expecting. You were almost immediately ready to turn down the offer. You didnât work well with cops. You worked well in a hospital, going into the field to patch the wounds of both good and evil was a less than appealing deal to you.Â
âYouâd be on call while you worked your current position at Quantico Medical, when youâre at home you can remain there, but youâll be flying with the rest of the team when they leave. You will be entered into a federal database, and employed as a stand-in for hospitals near you when working abroad.â She went on to explain youâd be paid salary, and when you heard just how much you could add to your monthly income by doing this, you took it. You were doing fine, you definitely didnât need the financial boost, but you had family that could use it. Your niece had been close to turning down college because of the cost, so some extra money could really set her up.Â
âExcellent. Youâll start your field training next Monday.â She was shuffling papers into a hefty stack as she talked. âCome back when youâve finished this and Iâll arrange a team meeting.â The stack was even heavier than you expected when you picked it up. It was far too early to be regretting your decision.Â
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The first day of training had been easy enough. You werenât an agent, so you avoided having to learn weapons or combat. It generally consisted of learning efficiency, along with how to work properly with agents and the expected etiquette when dealing with an unsub. You had met the team only once by now. Everyone had been nice - Garcia especially - but aside from her nobody had been particularly welcoming. The conditions of your job were a bit strange, basically capitalizing on the what ifs that came with the FBI title, and that created a bit of distance between you and the rest of the team. They questioned the necessity of you, theyâd survived this long without a stand-by medic with them, why did they need one now?
Above any disregard for those in law enforcement sat your stubbornness. You knew they were on the fence about you, the most logical thing for you to do now would be attend every session required of you and prove yourself through pure accomplishment. Easy in theory, much harder to execute when Aaron Hotch is the one youâre learning from. He was a good teacher - youâd give him that - he had a confidence to him that easily dominated a room, attracted eyes in a way other men couldnât manage. Youâd ignored the initial stir in your stomach when meeting him in favor of attempting to scold him and his partner. Now, it was much harder to quell the slight pound in your head or the sweat on your palms. He was just standing up front, lecturing on the importance of a team, but his attire was the only thing able to break through the haze in your mind. Every time heâd shown up at the hospital, heâd donned a suit, a slightly baggy blazer worked incredibly well as a shield to your curiosity. That had clearly changed, as he shed the overcoat when talking to the class, having just a white button up adorn his torso. You took notice of the rolled up sleeves, clearing your throat quietly to snap yourself back into focus. You had the intention of snuffing out this little thing of yours but were a living contradiction at this point, setting on the goal of avoidance while barely ignoring the sight of the veins on his arms. You pondered the thought of sleeping with some man at a bar just to get this out of your system, but remembered how little projecting attraction onto someone else helps a situation. In other words, you were probably fucked.
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The first mission you worked with the team had you flying to a tiny Georgia town to investigate a string of bodies being found in ransacked homes. It seemed to be a simple motive, robbery turned to murder, but the team was called down to help once the kill count hit five. You had been expecting a long commercial flight, figuring youâd need to invest in a good neck pillow and some aspirin. Nobody had bothered to inform you the Bureau utilized private air travel, or that youâd be flying in one with people youâd known for two weeks. Youâre sure you looked a little out of place, looking around the plane without being obvious you were doing it and adjusting to the sight of couches on planes. The others, having had this privilege for years now, took their respective seats. You had been nervous about that, unfortunately. The unsure feeling of where to sit reminding you painfully of high school cafeterias and inferior reputations. The only open seat happened to be right next to the man youâd been ducking away from the past two weeks. Lovely. He took a moment to look at you when you sat. You were prepared to talk to him, but for now you busied yourself with rummaging through your bag looking for nothing and pretending not to see him in your peripherals.
âDo you get sick on planes?â He seemed to have a deeper motive when he asked, like you saying yes would solve a puzzle in his head.
âNot really.â Youâd only been on a plane a handful of times. âTurbulence can make me nervous, but I think thatâs fairly normal.â You thought momentarily that perhaps he would blame your obvious anxiety on that instead of his proximity to you. He was a profiler, youâre sure he picked up on tells for nerves you werenât even aware you had, but maybe heâd write it off. âWhy do you ask?â
âYou seemâŠâ He trailed off for a moment, looking over your face to try and categorize your expression. âI donât know, lost?â He smiled, light and easy, and you realized he was trying to reach out to you. The comfortability in the gesture made your head spin. It was like a shot of morphine, enveloping your body in a dull elation - an escape. You wanted that comfortability, wanted him to feel weightless around you. There had been a certain tension between the two of you since you started. He was warmer than the rest, but also more awkward. Your first real interaction had been an outburst, and it left you hesitant to talk to him.Â
You chuckled at his remark. âNo I -â You shook your head as you spoke, as if shaking off his accusation. âNobody told me about the jet. Youâd think exclusive aircraft would be in the job predecessor.â
He nodded in agreement, holding a slight upturn on his lips. âYes, you would.â He glances away to check the time, looking back to you quickly like you were his homebase. âStrauss has a habit of getting ahead of herself. Plus, weâre all pretty used to it by now. I have to remind her sometimes that normal provisions donât have a TI.â
âIâm sure.â It was clear sheâd worked with the unit for a while. âEven if they did, though, theyâd never find another Garcia.â You thought of the woman, bright and sparkly and incredibly good at her job. âYou guys are lucky to have her.â
He stared at you, losing a hint of the lightheartedness and letting a wave of genuinity intertwine with it. âYou have her too, Y/n.â His eyes were like a trap, rich pools of honey just begging to tug you down in. âYouâre a member of this team. Donât think your newness makes you inferior to anyone else on it. Weâre lucky to have you too.â
Fuck, you were whipped. âI really appreciate that, sir.â
He smiled, shaking his head and waving you off. âDonât with the sir, please. Itâs bad enough when Garcia does it. You can call me Aaron.â Not even the other team members called him that, a thought that seemed to strike you both simultaneously. âOr Hotch, whatever you prefer.â
You just looked at him, letting a smile rouse your lips and trying your hardest not to let the effect he had on you reach your face. âOk.â
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The first case had been good training wheels, simply tending to a vic who needed stitches and getting a feel for the life of a field agent. Youâd been adjusting nicely to it, quickly getting used to working random hospitals and waiting to be needed on an active crime scene. The others had warmed up to you tremendously after getting back, opening their circle for one more, and you couldnât be more grateful. A team like this was something youâd wanted for a while, growing more and more unsatisfied with the callous ER workspace by the day. Ironically, there was much more life in jobs dealing with murder. He had also been warming up to you. The two of you hit the status of work-place friends nearly instantly. The endearing encounter on the plane simmered inside you for a while. The memory of it prompting you to keep talking to him, always searching for a fix of the painkiller youâd felt that day.Â
You werenât a profiler, but you were unfathomably infatuated, leading you to never miss his tone getting softer with you, or any one of his touches that lingered for just a second too long. It just barely bypassed the line of friendship, but you never lost sight of that linear barrier, so it was incredibly prevalent to you when he breached it. You scoffed at the idea of any reciprocity, brushing off every remark made by a coworker or the one horrific time you heard JJ refer to the two of you as âmom and dad.â This wasnât a plausible thing. This was a stupid workplace crush that was more of a hindrance than anything. The growing closeness between you and him would have itâs effects properly restrained to the confines of your head, only permitted to express themselves once you were away from the man. It was an odd dynamic, but Aaron wasnât an obvious guy, so trying to define the edges of you two would only draw attention to the fact you had been looking at all. No thank you.
âShit.â The team was sitting around the table going over their files. You were mainly there for support, as you were never a part of the lead up to the catch, the chase. You heard Hotch mumble the exclamation under his breath and looked over to see the trouble. He was looking down at his phone, jaw resting between his thumb and pointer finger. You got up and moved to sit next to him, the motion virtually ignored by everyone else as they continued searching for connections.
âEverything ok?â You mumbled to him, trying not to disturb your friends who were nearly nose-deep in their files.Â
âYeah.â He sighed. âJackâs sitter canceled. I wanted to stay here to go over the latest crime scene but I guess Iâll have to raincheck.â The killings of your latest unsub had been increasing. You knew the collective stress that was starting to boil within the team. Him going home would only slow them down, a horrible addition to a killer that was speeding up.Â
You volunteered your night away before you even got a chance to think about it.Â
âI can watch him.âÂ
Surprise was apparent in the raise of his eyebrows. âI appreciate it, but I couldnât ask that of you.
Youâre fairly certain you would do anything he asked of you, but the nobility of the man in this case almost made you roll your eyes. âNo, please. I offered and I would love to. Iâm not helping anyone just sitting here, and you leaving would slow them down. You know what to look for here, I donât. I donât want another girl going missing just cause your sitter flaked. I can do it.â
He seemed mildly speechless. âI -â He paused, trying to find the wording he wanted. âI suppose youâre right. Iâll send you the address, if youâre sure.â He looked at you with more adoration than youâd ever had directed at you, so intense your eyes instinctively ducked down. âThank you, Y/n.â He was so touched by the action it made you slightly sad to think about. Had no one ever helped him? Maybe you were raised weird, this seemed hardly beyond common decency to you.Â
âWhat are friends for?â He exhaled a slight laugh in gratuitous agreement, but you saw the glimmer of his eyes dull slightly. The notion surely reflected in your own eyes as the words burned your tongue. Friends.
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Jack was a delight. A well mannered, clearly well raised kid. Parts of his dad shined so vibrantly in him that youâre sure youâd be able to pick him out of a crowd based on mannerisms alone. Hotch had called Jackâs daycare, verifying your identity and giving you the ok to go pick him up. He seemed quiet on the way home, but rushed to give you a tour of the house, and excitedly led you to his line up of toy trains once youâd entered the place. There was a shift between you and Hotch that happened when you gave the offer. A shift that was now only just settling in you. This was his house. His space, his stuff, his place of security. Heâd invited you into it, gave you permission to enter it, to exist within it, and it was strangely intoxicating. He was intoxicating, and you realized quickly how much you ached for the permanence of it. Youâd made Jack dinner, played for a bit, went out for ice cream per his pleading, and wished him a peaceful goodnight when his bedtime rolled around. Heâd dubbed you his âbest babysitter everâ and you knew as soon as the words hit your ears that youâd be watching him again. Youâre sure situations like today popped up frequently for Hotch, you could be a valuable asset to him when you had free time. He would be saving money too. No need to pay a sitter when you were being paid by the Bureau every second you were there. Aaron had gotten home a few minutes past one, utterly exhausted and uncharacteristically apologetic. He was sorry for being gone so long, making you stay so late, everything and anything the man could apologize for was pouring out of his mouth. Heâd welcomed you to stay, but his hair was messy from messing with it all night, and heâd ditched the suit jacket for a gray long sleeve. Youâd wanted to take the opportunity, wanted to bask in the safety of him for as long as heâd allow it, but those restrained thoughts were clawing the walls of your skull with a vigor unlike anything youâd felt before. It would be abhorrent to dream about the man while in the confines of his home. You couldnât do that - you wouldnât. You brushed off any apology he could conjure and let him escort you out the door. His hand was on your lower back, and his voice was low from the siphoning nature of the day.Â
âThank you, again.â He looked at you. âYouâre a lifesaver.â Youâd expected to hear some humor in his voice. The start of banter between friends, a casual appreciation for a job well done, but there wasnât any. He sounded rough, slightly beat down, his eyes filled with a sincerity all aimed at you. A blend of pure adoration and a deeper level of dedication. Was this a commitment? What kind?
Heat bubbled in your stomach as you made eye contact. âPlease.â You shook your head slightly. âJackâs an angel. Youâre clearly as good at this as you are profiling.â You nodded in the vague direction of Jackâs bedroom as you referenced the kid. âIt was my pleasure. Iâd love to do it again, if youâll let me.âÂ
He sighed out a small laugh and broke your gaze for a moment, looking back to you as he spoke. âIâd like that.â
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Youâd seen Jack a multitude of times after that. Aaron was never particularly fond of asking you, claiming that he appreciated the gesture but it was mainly Jackâs begging that made him cave. That, and your persistence. You liked Jack a lot, and more selfishly, you liked being around Aaronâs stuff. It was a little creepy, yes, but you felt better acquainted with him after being around his things. An energetic type of understanding, the type that deepened a connection without words. He was needed late tonight, and as much as you hated denying an offer to see Jack, you had priorities at the hospital. The previous sitter wasnât able to watch him, so she gave a personal recommendation, and Jack got stuck with a stranger. You thought about him while working, probing and patching people half-focused with the desire to be elsewhere. Youâd felt mildly guilty about it, but itâs not like it altered your work, so you figured it was harmless.Â
You wondered slightly if you manifested the event you were watching play out. You watched in pure disbelief as a sobbing Jack was being carried into the ER by a flustered blonde woman. There was blood staining the right sleeve of his shirt, pouring out of his skin in a surplus and completely soaking through the material. A jagged piece of glass was standing at attention in his wrist, having sliced through the fabric like butter. He was marked âurgent,â who knows if the shard had hit an artery or where the glass had come from.Â
Most other doctors were busy, either operating or tending to patients. Youâd walked to the front desk, remaining as calm as your racing heart would let you, and told the secretary to assign the case to you. âI know this one. Let me take him.â She just nodded, marking your name down as the primary doctor and allowing you to take him back.Â
Walking up to the blonde woman, you assumed this had been the new babysitter. She was a wreck, trying to explain what happened through her own hysteria while simultaneously having her words drowned out by the crying child. âItâs ok, maâam.â Youâd reassured her, obviously she hadnât intended the injury. âLet me take him, Iâm a friend of his father.â You saw the calmness dilate her eyes, making itself apparent in the relaxation of her tense shoulders. You removed the bleeding boy from her arms, holding him against you and cooing at him the way you would a baby. You took him to a stretcher a few feet away and laid him down, ensuring his wounded arm stayed flat in an attempt to slow the blood. He was on the brink of passing out, his body not having nearly enough energy for the sobbing on top of losing vital fluid. âJack.â You addressed him directly, two more doctors aiding your transfer to an examination room. âI need you to stay with me, buddy. Just a little longer, I promise. Youâre gonna be just fine.â You pushed with one hand, caressing his non-injured arm to emphasize your affection. âJust a little longer.â You looked at him in between looking forward to keep the stretcher straight, seeing that same adoration from his fatherâs eyes mirrored in his. You felt protective, realizing you cared for the Hotchners much more than you let yourself believe. Little kid with bruises, you skimmed through your origins in your mind in an attempt to center your focus. Just a little kid with bruises.
Two hours later, Jack was stitched up and sleeping soundly. You knew his sitter had called Hotch, probably as soon as something happened, and were not surprised to find him idle in a waiting room chair. He was leaned forward, head in his hands and knee bouncing violently. He heard footsteps getting closer, a feeling within him recognizing them as yours, and he looked up. His eyes were teary, tired. The look of a concerned father.
âHow is he?â Youâd never witnessed this type of worry in him, heard the amount of desperation in his voice.
You smiled lightly as a predecessor to Jackâs wellbeing. âHeâs fine. Glass missed his arteries. We had him patched up in around an hour and a half. Gave him a lollipop and a light sedative to get him to rest. He should be all set to go in the morning.âÂ
He sighed, and the amount of stress that audibly left his body made you feel a little lighter from where you stood. âThank God.â
âHey man, give us a little credit.â You joked, relieved when you heard the slight laugh come from his downturned head. Pity laugh, probably, but it was a cherished sound nonetheless.Â
âYou have full credit, Y/n.â He shook his head, raising it to look at you. âQuite the hero.â
You almost physically recoiled from the term, rushing to correct him while maintaining the lighthearted nature. âDefinitely not.â You rejected the praise. âJust doing my job. Iâm glad I could help him.â
He leaned back in his chair, relaxing for a second before he planned to stand up. âNoble.â He chuckled. âBut you helped my son. Thatâs about as heroic as it gets to me, doc.â
Blood rushed to your ears at your professional title being used so affectionately. âGo check on your kid, Hotch.â You waved back towards the direction of Jack, knowing that even though he was asleep, heâd want to see him anyway. You also hoped the slight distraction would draw his attention away from your increasingly flustered state. âYouâll have plenty of time to praise me.â You werenât entirely sure youâd wanted the sentence to exit your mouth, but it was too late to bite your tongue.
He raised his eyebrows so slightly that you scolded yourself for having noticed. Such a minuscule action that seemed to move mountains within your brain. âOh?â
âShut up.â You rolled your eyes at your own remark. âIâm walking away. You know what I meant.â
âMhm.â He smiled, nodding his head dramatically and rising from his seat. âJust name a time and place, doc. Iâll do good on that promise.â
You went momentarily braindead, hoping your eyes werenât giving away the less than work appropriate feeling pumping through your veins. You stared baffled at him for what was definitely a millisecond too long before giving a half-shocked, half-flattered laugh and gesturing him away. âSay that when youâre not obviously sleep deprived and delirious and maybe we can arrange it.â The last thing you heard was him, laughing the way you do when youâre very serious but desperately trying to pass it off as a joke. You knew it well, having done it almost every time you were around him since you started. Comfortable, witty retorts between friends. âHave a good night, Aaron.âÂ
Aaron, he thought. Heâd remember that.
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That had been the second shift between the two of you. Felt immediately by both parties and tossing you both into the deep end of whatever youâd been building with him. Heâd been much more touchy, seemingly subconscious on his part but noticed by every part of your body, mind, and soul. You thought about what it could mean, then sunk even further into your incoherent mind when realizing just how subconscious the actions really were. He was just drawn to you. You had viscerally fought that conclusion as it came to you but it genuinely could not be anything else. He was touching you more because - whether on the surface or deeper down - he just wanted to, and that fact was wrecking you. You were so fucking into him that it hurt. Hurt to look at him or be in his home watching Jack or have his knee pressed against yours in the back of car during a team outing. It all hurt because he wasnât yours. He seemed into you, too. Of course, you didnât know to what extent. You worried maybe he hadnât said anything yet because he simply didnât like you enough, and that hurt more than any other factor. It was a foolish notion - one you would have abandoned instantly had you peeked inside his head - but alas, no such luck.
Heâd been more relaxed, too. The two of you reaching a point in your relationship you hadnât ever let yourself dream about. He was funny, achieving that lightness around you that youâd wanted from the start. Heâd gotten riskier, amping up the dial on his remarks a bit. Starting with those like the hospital, ending with ones that made you have to take a breather in the room where they kept the coffee. It hadnât gone unnoticed, per say, but the others were certainly ignorant to the true depth of the change. You simply couldnât measure it by witnessing, you had to feel it. And fuck were you feeling it.Â
A week or so after Jackâs ER visit, youâd asked after him. You didnât know if the regret was immediate, but it flooded through you quickly. Aaron got nervous, shifty, like youâd touched a live wire of his and he now had to patch it up before it blew. You got concerned, asking if something happened with his stitches or if Jack was now showing some sort of trauma response to the event. Was that even plausible? You werenât sure, PTSD wasnât exactly your strong suit. However, he quickly stated that wasnât the case, noting that Jack was actually in perfect health and had been relentless about wanting you over for dinner.
âHeâs grateful.â Hotch was smiling with paternal reluctance, proud of his son for having such good morals but also uncomfortable with the possibility of rejection he was facing. âHe wants to see you, say thank you for âsaving his life.â He emphasized the last bit in a sarcastic tone, both of you knowing his life hadnât been in danger but also knowing that fact wouldnât deter the boy from considering you some type of guardian angel. âWould you be up for it?â If you hadnât been so focused on snuffing out the heat rushing to your face, you would have seen that same heat reflected in a slight pink across his cheeks.Â
âDefinitely.â You smiled at the thought of the boy bugging his dad about getting you to the house. âWhen were you thinking?â
âSaturday night?â Both of you were scheduled to be off that day, and you found yourself begging whatever merciful being would listen to not have some lead to chase that day. âHeâll want the day to prepare.â He chuckled.
âOh no.â You joked. Prepare? You couldnât even begin to imagine what that meant. âWell, I am extremely curious to find out what an eight year old boy has to prepare for. How about seven? Would that be good?â
Aaron felt his palms start to sweat. Heâd never actually been around his house when youâd been there, only seeing you on your way out. âThatâs perfect.â
âGreat.â You smiled, checking the time and realizing you needed to get going to the hospital. âIâm looking forward to it.â You nodded slightly as one last confirmation and headed out, suppressing a giddy smile while trying to force yourself into a headspace you could work in.Â
In the meantime, Aaron watched you walk off from where heâd been perched on your desk, entirely oblivious to the man watching the scene.
âAs I live and breathe.â Rossi had crept up on him, not spooking him but rather suspending him in a state of immeasurable embarrassment. âAaron Hotcher has a crush.â The man held his shoulder, patting him there like a father witnessing his son get his first girlfriend. âSheâs a good one. Quite the eye you got, Aaron.â Then he was gone, walking away with Aaronâs dignity clasped in his hands. Closing his eyes in pure mortification, Hotch simply thanked God that nobody else was around for that and walked away with the intention of fusing to his office chair to avoid ever looking at Rossi again. At least youâd said yes, he thought. He didnât know how heâd cope with his friend watching him swing and miss.
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The daylight seemed to be anticipating this more than you were, hours passing by like minutes until eventually the sun woke you up on Saturday morning. It was blazing through the cracks in your blinds, settling in slim lines across your floor, as light and gentle as snow. Youâd been rehearsing your poker face in preparation for tonight. Writing safety manuals for any ungodly situation that could happen, everything from a fire to Aaron gaining the ability to read your mind and unearthing what you really thought about him. You were so happy that Jack held you in such high esteem, but your hands were shaking at the thought of sitting down with him and his father and acting like it wasnât the dynamic you fucking dreamt about. You knew it was a good sign of compatibility if someoneâs cat liked you - did their child liking you mean the same thing? You hoped Jackâs seemingly innate approval of you gave you at least a couple brownie points. Aaron had called you a hero. Swiftly ignoring the memory of what heâd said after he called you a hero, you pulled out your phone. You and him didnât really speak outside of work and babysitting schedules, but you were pacing around your room and needed something to give you a semblance of structure, a reassurance - even if it was just for the time. You texted, asking if you were still on for tonight, then went to go make breakfast and inevitably pace some more. Heâd gotten back to you about twenty minutes later, confirming the time and giving details of how excited Jack was about it. You smiled at that, praying tonight would be as smooth as humanly possible and you could walk away with an ounce of emotional control. You set an intention, this wouldnât deepen your feelings for Aaron. Was it a pointless goal? Yes. Was it also highly unlikely to prove true? Yes. But the loose plan you worked around the resolution almost completely extinguished the anxiety that had been blazing for hours now. It would be fine, you thought. Completely and utterly fine.Â
The same words were looping through your thoughts when you got to his front door. Casual - but still minorly more dressed up than heâd seen you. Youâd put a little extra effort into your appearance, mainly to pass the time if you were honest, and you walked in with mild confidence fueling your steps. You did your best not to ogle him, he was in an attire that was already threatening to unravel the safety net of the goal you set. You were used to the suits hidden beneath blazers you cursed the existence of, maybe a snippet of his forearms when he rolled up his sleeves late at night. Now, though, he sported a simple black tee, more comfortable than youâd ever seen him. Domesticity was practically oozing from the entire situation. You felt the pieces slip into place as Jack ran up behind him, and you almost cried with how badly you wanted this feeling to be your normal.Â
âHey, buddy.â You laughed as he hugged you, reciprocating the act as well as you could from the multiple feet you had on his height. âHowâs the arm?â
He raised up his wrist, now gauze free and proudly showed off the scar there. You played up the genuine admiration you felt for him. âThatâs a pretty gnarly scar.â He nodded in response, probably feeling cool for the evidence he handled such an injury. âI donât want to see you back in my operating room, you hear me? Scared the life out of us.â The scolding was playful, and he giggled at your words.
Aaron huffed in agreement, cocking his head to the side slightly. âYou can say that again.â Jack looked between you two, smiling and seemingly thinking something neither of you could decipher. To break the moment of silence, Aaron patted his shoulder. âWhy donât you tell her whatâs on the menu, buddy?â
He told you, and you hummed along to his words, commenting that it sounded delicious and actually meaning it. He ran away a second later - presumably back to whatever heâd been doing before you got there - and left you and Aaron alone. Venturing into the kitchen, you saw multiple pans and pots sitting neatly on the stove, table set and ready to be utilized. Everything was being kept warm, and you finally gained an appetite after having wrestled with nerves all day.Â
âDo you want a drink?â He asked it while entering the kitchen, pausing to look at you.Â
âPlease.â You were desperate to calm yourself, eager to subdue the shaking of your hands. âDo you have any wine?â You werenât the biggest fan, but you couldnât think of a drink more fitting for the evening.
He nodded slightly. âRed or white?â
âWhite.â
He chuckled. âThought so.â It was quiet, more to himself than you as he was already walking away from you when he said it. Heâd thought about what kind of wine you liked, you thought. Heâd thought about you. He pulled two wine glasses down from the cupboard, then walked over to the fridge. He reached above it, barely having to stretch, and pulled an uncorked bottle from the storage up there. You felt your legs tense looking at how tall he was, how sure he was of his actions. Jesus. Itâs been five minutes and you were crumbling. You watched his hands as he uncorked the bottle, reading the label and realizing the brand.
You furrowed your eyebrows. âSeems a little fancy for a dinner.â
He laughed under his breath as he finished pouring the glasses, walking back over to sit next to you on the island stools. âYouâre a guest of honor.â He placed yours in front of you. âI thought it was fitting.âÂ
You searched, but couldnât find the humor in his tone. You raised your eyebrows slightly. âAm I?â It was sarcastic, you needed to stop the heat in your stomach from spreading. âI didnât know doing your job earned such a title.â
He was drinking as you spoke, finishing his sip before joking back. âYouâre a doctor.â He said. âI thought you knew that better than anyone.â
You sucked air through your teeth as if wounded by his words. âTouche.â You took a sip of your drink, relishing the taste. Damn, he didnât come to play. He laughed, and you set your glass back down. âOk, I have to know.â He drew his attention to you. âWhat the hell did Jack need the day to prepare for?â The question had been on your mind since he asked you.
He took a drink, chuckling with a mouthful then swallowing so he could reply. âHe actually helped cook most of this.â He nodded towards the stove full of different dishes. âThat was what he needed the day for. Time for trial and error.â
You grinned at the thought of Jack and Aaron spending the day in aprons, making sure everything turned out perfect. âThat is the cutest thing Iâve ever heard.â
He looked back towards Jack, coloring in the living room, close enough to see but far enough to miss your discussions. âHe gets nervous around you.â
That surprised you. âWhy on Earth would he be nervous around me?â You took your turn looking at the boy, an idea hitting you and making you feel sick. âWait, I didnât do something did I?â
He looked back at you, smiling. âNo, no. Nothing like that. He gets nervous because he likes you. He knows who you are to me, too, so he wants to make a good impression.â
Your mind latched onto that sentence and played it like a broken record, bouncing between your ears over and over. âOh?â Your lips were curling up at the corners, eyebrows furrowing as you got ready to hold him to that statement. âAnd who might I be to you, Aaron?â
Fuck. Heâd let that slip past his lips without even thinking about it. So used to being in the confidential company of his son. Good thing he used to be a lawyer and could lie his ass off. âMost of his sitters arenât also my coworkers.â He delivered it the smoothest way he could, smiling and drinking to hopefully exude a false comfortability that he certainly wasnât feeling.
âMhm.â You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to look sarcastic but in truth downplaying the sting you felt. What if this had been one-sided all along? You hadnât prepped a safety guide for that.
Luckily, Jack came sprinting into the kitchen a second later, pleading with his father to eat now. Clinging to his leg and declaring how hunger was killing him by the second, dramatically threatening to wither away before your very eyes. You both shared a look, agreeing silently to put the kid out of his misery. The instinctual nature of the act hit you like a bolt of lightning. Both of you so in tune it was comical. The dinner had been lovely, and you reminded yourself to encourage Jack to keep up his cooking hobby. Maybe you could foster a professional chef. Youâd talked with them both, light and the happiest youâd felt in a while. There it was, you realized. That weightless feeling you wanted to give him. You felt it in yourself too, and you could only pray it was because he felt it first. When dinner concluded, youâd help clean up while Jack resumed his coloring. His bedtime was soon, and you didnât want him to spend his last hour washing pans. He was nearly delirious by the time 9:00 graced the clock, tired from the preparation of the day and needing to get to sleep. Heâd given you a hug goodnight, thanked you for coming like the gentleman he was, and that was the last you saw of him. The rest of your time there was spent on the couch with Aaron, you both held a second glass of wine, and you noticed it manifest in the blush on his face. He was gorgeous, and you were staring. You know your eyes went to his lips a couple times as he spoke, low and rougher as the time ushered more light out of the sky. You saw his eyes slip down a few times too, this sort of unspoken, agonizing rule of look donât touch. Heâd walked you to the door, thanked you for your attendance, and then you were leaving. Sitting in your car, warm on the inside from both his presence and the anger you felt at yourself for not just kissing him. You were so incredibly needy for this - for him, and that fact just sat with you, like a raincloud constantly in a state of downpour, never letting you forget the pure fucking craving you had for him.
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You think the start of your blackout was Morganâs panicked voice over the speaker. Youâd been stationed in your typical hut, equipped with medical gear and waiting on someone to need you. It was almost never your team in need of service, typically you were tending to an injured hostage or sometimes the unsub themselves, but never your friends. Your breath had been baited since youâd heard the gun go off. You knew the case was dealing with an aggressive attacker, youâd been expecting a fight, but nothing is ever more excruciating than waiting to hear who the shot was meant for. Derek crying out your name followed by a âget in here. Hotch is down, we need you in here.â had you ready to run the soles of your shoes down to dust just to make it in time. In time. God, in time for what? Youâd ran past Emily and Rossi hauling out the unsub, anger evident in their treatment of him. How bad was it? How bad had he got him to have them acting like that?
The scene was bloody. Your brain switching off and forcing you into autopilot as you registered the pool of Hotchâs blood that Morgan was kneeling in. He was putting pressure on the wound, an attempt to stop the bleeding but it was flowing like a river. He wouldnât make it to the hospital like this, you realized. He wouldnât make it to the fucking hospital. You were holding his life in between your hands right now, the slightest tremor could sever that chord and you were feeling the pressure hard. Aaron was leaned against the wall, slumping down slightly which was only making the bleeding increase under the internal pressure.Â
You looked at Morgan, putting on the bravest face you could muster and effectively seizing control of the situation. âMorgan.â You got his attention quickly. âOn three I need you to lift him away from the wall. I need to check for an exit wound.â He just nodded, doing exactly as youâd told him when you reached three. You checked the area, finding an exit wound in nearly the same spot. Itâd been a straight line. You sighed in relief. Thank fucking God. âOk, Morgan, I need you to put pressure on the wound on his back. Iâm going to stitch the front to give us the time we need for the hospital drive but I need you to hold it. You got me?âÂ
He nodded once. âI got it.â He moved his hand from the front to the back, Aaron wincing at the switch.
You took out the numbing cream from your pack, knowing it wouldnât do much for a gushing bullet wound but hoping it would at least quell the sting of a needle. You took out the needle, threading it with hands frighteningly stagnant as the adrenaline gave you tunnel vision. You had to save him. âAaron.â You looked at him as you prepped his skin for the procedure. âIâm gonna need to double stitch this, and itâs gonna hurt like hell. I need you to stay with me.âÂ
The man just nodded, exhaling in exhaustion. âDo it.â
You worked as quickly as possible, gaining hope as you listened to the ambulance approach. âThere you go.â You said under your breath, at this point you couldnât tell if you were reassuring him or yourself. You looked to Morgan, who was still sealing the other injury. âHelp me get him up. Keep your hand on there. These stitches are gonna give us twenty minutes tops. Hold his shoulders straight and walk quickly.â You counted again, both of you rising when you hit three, taking the man with you. The walk to the ambulance was the longest of your life. Aaron was clinging to his consciousness but you knew he was losing grip. Finally getting him to the stretcher and slamming the doors was a relief like nothing else. There was no time to debate anyone else going, you rushed him in and sat right down beside him, taking off almost immediately after. The bleeding had slowed, and your hand took the place of Morganâs on his back. Since he was laying down, his full weight was on it, and you felt the circulation lessen more and more as it remained there. You couldnât care less, youâd let the blood drain from your entire arm if it meant Aaronâs survival. He hadnât passed out, which you thought was miraculous, simply walked the line of decently delirious. Groaning under his breath at every slight bump in the road.Â
âWhy am I always having to save you Hotchner men?â You knew now wasnât the time to be humorous, but you would have done anything to deviate from the tears in your eyes, the ball in your throat. You finally understood why it was frowned upon to date coworkers - it should be illegal to care this much.Â
âI donât know, honey.â The pet name was the kicker, allowing a tear to break the dam and roll down your cheek as he chuckled. âYou seem to be pretty damn good at it, though.â You laughed too, fighting the devastation you felt at the sight of him with the fact that he was clearly well enough to still be joking. âI should have kissed you when you came for dinner.â
Fuck. âAaron, now is not the time.â You chuckled slightly as more tears fell. This is absurd.
âI know but-â He flinched as the ambulance hit another bump. Almost there. âI might as well say it now.â You wondered if there was genuinely something wrong with him. âYouâve been all I can think about since the moment-'' He paused to breathe slightly in exertion, you giving a disapproving look as his confession took itâs toll. âsince the moment you started, you know that?â
âYou are dying! Please, for the love of God, Aaron. Use this energy to prevent that from happening.â Your scolding was dramatic, but your actual concern shone brightly through your ruse of sarcasm.Â
âExactly.â He was being equally as sarcastic. How on Earth did he manage this with a rapidly declining life force. âGive a dying man a chance. How unfortunate would it be if the last thing I hear before I go out is the woman of my dreams rejecting me?â
âJesus Christ.â You shook your head in pure amazement. This was by far the most goal oriented man youâd ever met. âIâll let you take me out if you shut the hell up and save your energy.â He smiled, letting his head hit the reclined back of the stretcher. âAfter you get better.â You added, reminding him that his recovery took priority. âDeal?â
âDeal.â This was probably the most insufferable man youâd ever met. âSuch a good motivator.â
Scratch that. Most insufferable man ever.
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hallmarks of sisterhood
putellas!reader. r mediates a fight between her sisters. they don't realize they're tearing her apart in the process. at least, not until they ruin an important night for her. can they make it up to her? fluff & angst.
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Being significantly younger than your sisters, you were the true baby of the family, and were treated as such. You were already a pretty sensitive person, and the overprotective tendencies of the entire family only increased this. You were quite different from both your sisters. Alba was an extrovert, always talking, always laughing, never thinking too hard about anything. Alexia was quieter in public, but always loud at home in an attempt to match Albaâs energy. The competitive gene only seemed to skip you, and you hated conflict. Any type of it. You didnât like yelling, you didnât like arguments, and you couldnât stand when people were mad at you.Â
It made sense then, that youâd always been the mitigator between your sisters. They were always fighting growing up, and it took a very small you to break up the fights that the teenage versions of them would get into, often shoving your small body in between theirs and singing a song so loudly they had no choice but to stop arguing. If the singing didnât work, then youâd cry, and that always worked.Â
As you got older, your role changed slightly. You were still the mitigator, but more because you were logical and smart and both of them could normally trust you to be objective. You didnât really enjoy it, but you hated it more when they werenât speaking to each other, so you did what you could to resolve their fights easily.Â
All of this considered, you were not surprised to catch yourself in an argument between them yet again. This one wasnât super similar to the others, though, in that it was much more emotionally charged. Both Alexia and Alba seemed angrier at each other than normal, and you didnât know why. Still, you tried to fix it, as best you could.Â
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âI cannot believe you, Alba.â Alexia sighed, shaking her head at her other sister.Â
âDonât try to guilt trip me, Ale, this isnât my fault. I told you before there was a chance Iâd have to go to this conference.â Alba shot back.
âYou donât have to go, you are choosing to go. So you can hook up with that coworker you're seeing.âÂ
Alba flushed red with anger.Â
âLetâs calm down, guys,â you began, shifting uncomfortably in your seat in the corner of the sectional. Neither girl paid you any mind.Â
âI am going for work, Alexia, I wouldnât sleep with anyone at a work conference.â
âOh, yes of course, youâre so above that. You are notorious for not hooking up with people in inappropriate situations Alba, how could I forget. It was only 4 of my teammates you slept with? And how many of my other friends?âÂ
âYou are such a-â
âStop.â You cut in. âAlexia, that was mean. Alba, sheâs just disappointed because she was looking forward to spending time with everyone.â You cut in, trying to cool the rising temperature of the room.Â
âNo, I am disappointed because we made a commitment to do this for Mami and now sheâs backing out. Like always.â
âWhat is that supposed to mean?â Alba scoffed.Â
âThe last trip to Ibiza. Motherâs day last year. My 25th birthday,â Alexia began to list, counting the events off on her fingers rather condescending.Â
âGuys, please calm down.â You attempted.Â
âWill you ever get over me missing your 25th birthday? Or are you going to have it engraved on your tombstone? âMy sister missed my birthday once and I never shut up about it.ââ Alba yelled, getting to her feet and walking closer to where Alexia was sitting at the kitchen counter.Â
When Alexia rose to meet her, you stood nervously, too, moving a bit closer. âWhy donât we all stay seated?â You tried.Â
Both of them continued to ignore you, as if you werenât even there. âThat is not the point, Alba.âÂ
âNo, Ale, the point is that only your career is important. Everyone has to drop everything for football, but what I do doesnât matter, and I have to bend over backwards to make things work with your insane schedule. The world doesnât revolve around you, Alexia.â
âOh my god, Alba. You are such a bitch.â Alexia sighed, rolling her eyes in a way she knew would make the younger girl furious. Â
âYou are the bitch, Alexia. A selfish, bossy, mean bitch,â Alba yelled, crossing her arms and taking a step closer to the older girl.Â
âAlba, I swear to god,â Alexia threw back, the volume of her voice making you flinch. You stepped in between them, forcing them to both back up a bit.Â
âPlease stop shouting.â You pleaded, looking between them. Both of them turned to you, annoyed.
âGo somewhere else if itâs bothering you, pequeña! Adults argue. Grow up.â Alexia yelled, sending a glare your way. You stopped back, blinking away tears, looking incredibly hurt. Alexia sighed. âSorry, nena, I didnât mean-âÂ
It was too late, though, you were pushing past her towards the door of her house. âNo, whatever. Iâll go. Solve your argument by yourselves for once.â You snapped.Â
âNice job, Ale, you made the el bebe cry.â Alba said mockingly.Â
âShut your mouth, Alba. Pequeña, come back,â Alexia called, but the door was already slamming shut behind you.Â
You wiped at your eyes furiously, getting into your car. Youâd always hated how sensitive you were, how anyone raising their voice at you made you cry. You couldnât argue, couldnât disagree without dissolving into tears. Normally, angry tears. Youâd always been like this, and your sisters often made fun of it, but were aware of the fact that you hated yelling, and tried to avoid doing so. Even when they were fighting with each other. Today got too out of control, though, both of them taking this specific issue very seriously.Â
Theyâd have to figure it out themselves, this time. You were done with this. They knew how you felt about conflict, and yet they always put you in the middle. It was exhausting and hurtful being caught in between them. They were adults, they could solve this argument.Â
You and Eli didnât live far from Alexia, and you reached home before you were really ready to. You needed to erase all evidence of your tears from your face before heading inside, because Eli could not know about this. You and your sisters did not tell on each other, for one thing. For another, there was a possibility the trip in question could be rescheduled and you didnât want to ruin the surprise.Â
You checked your face in the mirror, took a deep breath, denied Alexiaâs phone call, and headed inside, prepared to pretend that nothing was wrong.Â
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You got past your mother with very few questions asked, as she was distracted reading over Alexiaâs new Nike contracts. Your sister still had Eli read all her contracts, a habit you and Alba teased her about often.Â
Eli did come knocking, though, only a few hours later, while you were in your room getting some homework done. âNena?â She called from the hallway, not hearing a response to her knock.Â
Still, you didnât say anything, so she pushed the door open, only to find you asleep at your desk, your head resting on a pile of photographs, your computer opened up to photoshop. A black and white photo of your sister at training was pulled up, and Eli quickly averted her eyes, knowing very well she wasnât supposed to see this particular assignment until you were done.
âMija,â Eli said, covering her eyes as she heard you stir. âGo to bed, itâs late, and you are exhausted.âÂ
âDo not look, Mami!â You cried, sitting up completely and quickly flipping everything over and shutting your computer.Â
âIâm not!â Eli replied, laughing at how secretive you were about these photos.Â
âOkay, everything is away.â You said, standing to give your mother a hug before getting into bed. She squeezed you tight, as she always did, kissing your cheek before letting go.Â
âGoodnight,â she said, giving you a kind smile.Â
âGoodnight mami,â you replied, knowing she was smiling because she knew you were about to get back on your computer as soon as she left the room.Â
âOh, do you know why your sisterâs are fighting? I texted the groupchat with them, and they both replied to me separately.â Eli asked with an eye roll, quite used to your sistersâ antics.Â
âSomething dumb, probably.â You said with an unconvincing laugh. Your mother gave you a weird look, like she didn't believe you, but didnât push it.Â
As soon as she was out of the room, you were, in fact, back on your computer, finishing up the final touches on a photo of Alexia. You were really too excited to be preoccupied with your sisters at the moment. You were in school studying photography, and after a recent exhibition at your school, a gallery in Barcelona had reached out and asked you to shoot a series for them to display. Theyâd given you full creative control, which was an insane amount of trust to put into a 20 year old, and you were determined not to mess it up.Â
If that meant staying up late making sure every photo was perfect in the next couple days, so be it. You were proud of this work, and that wasnât really a common feeling for you. Youâd grown up in the shadow of your two sisters. Alexia was the best female footballer in the world, and Alba was⊠Alba. Everyone loved her. Nothing you ever did seemed to really make anyone pay attention, except for your Mami. Eli had always been careful to celebrate your and Albaâs accomplishments, like she celebrated Alexiaâs, even if they werenât of the same magnitude. Your sisters were a bit better than the rest of your family and friends, paying attention to what you did, but it always felt a bit like your mother was making them do so.Â
This was your chance to do something impressive of your own. Something that everyone could understand, everyone could be impressed by. It was an opportunity you were not about to waste. You didnât realize the potential that other people had, though, to ruin it for you.Â
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The next few days were busy. When you werenât working on your photos, making sure they were perfectly edited and printed properly, you were worrying about what people would think about them. Or you were trying to pick the perfect outfit for Saturday evening, the opening of the gallery. There wasnât a ton of time for you to respond to Alexiaâs repetitive apologies, or to Albaâs pleading for you to be on her side. It was annoying, really, that during such an important and stressful week, they couldnât leave you out of their argument.Â
You finally had enough on Friday, pulling up the groupchat with both of them in it, and sending a rather harsh message. It wasnât like you to be harsh and snap at them, and you were hoping they would get the message that theyâd upset you, and you wanted to be left out of this.Â
If one of you texts me one more time about this idiotic fight, I am going to tell Mami that it was you two who dented her car, not the neighbor backing into it. I am so tired of being pulled into the middle of this. Both of you apologize to each other for being mean, and get over it.Â
You hoped that would be the end of it. When your phone buzzed a few minutes later, though, you knew that had been a naive hope.Â
Alexia had responded first.Â
It should not be hard to pick a side when I am right, nena.
Alba responded after that.Â
You always let Alexia get away with things youâd yell at me about. You can both apologize to me when you are ready.
You werenât really sure how Alba had decided that youâd sided with Alexia, but you certainly were not going to be apologizing to her anytime soon. You left them both on read, figuring theyâd make up before the gallery opening tomorrow night.
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You were up pretty much the entire night before the gallery. This time, not because anything needed to get done, but because you were nervous. You were thinking about everything that could possibly go wrong. By the time morning rolled around, you slept for maybe a couple hours, and created a decisive list of every bad thing that could happen today.Â
You actually hadnât thought of everything, but you wouldnât know that until later.Â
Youâd passed out just as the sun had started to rise, and Eli came in to wake you up only a few hours later.Â
âNena, despierta,â she said softly, setting down a mug of coffee on your nightstand and shaking your shoulder.Â
You bolted upright in bed, and looked around frantically, startling your mother. âAm I late?!â You gasped, moving to get out of your bed as fast as possible.Â
âNo, no, you arenât late. It is only 11. Relax, mija, everything is okay.â Eli soothed, gently pushing you back down onto the bed.Â
You let out a relieved sigh, rubbing at your face with your hands. âSorry.âÂ
âDid you sleep at all?â Eli asked with a disapproving look.Â
âNot much. I tried, I swear, I just couldnât turn my brain off.âÂ
Your mother patted your cheek reassuringly. âYouâre almost done, nena. Itâs all going to go perfectly.âÂ
You nodded, trying to believe her words. You just had this weird, nagging feeling that something was going to go wrong. There wasnât time to focus on this feeling, though, no matter how much you wanted to. There was simply too much to be done. Accepting the hug your mother offered, you got up, ready to prepare yourself for the long day ahead.
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You didnât really think anything of it when you didnât see either of your sisters right away. You were busy greeting other people, family and friends. Some of Alexiaâs teammates had made it, and you spent some time taking in the awestruck expression on Mapiâs face when she saw the singular photo of her included.Â
That was the best part of the whole thing, you decided. Getting to see everyoneâs reactions to seeing themselves up on the wall.Â
The theme was people you loved, in their happy place. The project was joyful and fun, radiating happiness. Looking at the photos made you smile, and you were glad to see that everyone seemed to have the same reaction as they took their time looking at each image.Â
You had Mapi giggling at something Ingrid had said, a candid taken after a Barça game. Ingrid was smiling back at her, like making her girlfriend laugh was the only thing she wanted to do for the rest of her life.Â
You had your Mami, sitting in the stands of one of Alexiaâs games, looking on with pride all over her face. You had her pinching Albaâs cheek, a fond smile on her face as your sister said something that was, no doubt, ridiculous.Â
You had your aunts and your uncles around the dinner table, all laughing hysterically.Â
You had your friends at the beach, all lounging and staring out into the ocean, looking peaceful.Â
You had your best friend sitting in the driver's seat of her car, singing along passionately to her favorite song.Â
More than anyone else, though, you had your sisters.Â
Alexia preparing to take a penalty, determined. Celebrating with her teammates after a goal. Cheekily blowing a kiss to Olga in the stands. Smiling proudly at Vicki after an impressive goal. Proudly wearing the captainâs armband in front of a completely sold out stadium. Leaned against Olga on the couch after a movie night, out cold. She was completely peaceful, with Olga looking down at her adoringly.Â
You had Alba at the school where she taught. Candids of her face, when one of her students got the answer right, or made her laugh. With her dog, holding him up at the aquarium, eye level with one of the dolphins. You had her watching Alexia play, too, a grin on her face that you were sure she was unaware of. Your favorite of Alba was a photo youâd taken in your Mamiâs kitchen, while sheâd been baking. Alba was sneaking a taste of the cake batter, and youâd captured her mid-wink, giving the camera a smile while Eliâs back was turned to her.Â
They hadnât seen any of these photos; youâd almost gone crazy not showing them, and not giving in to them when they begged to see.
 Youâd finally managed to break away from a crowd of your friends, having a moment to yourself, when you realized that you still hadnât seen your sisters yet. Aleâs teammates were here. Some of Albaâs friends were here. The whole family was here. You checked your watch, a frown on your face, seeing that they were both already over a half hour late, which was unlike both of them. It was only when you saw Olga looking up at one of the photos she was pictured in, all by herself, that you really got a sinking feeling in your stomach. She was talking to Irene when you walked over and interrupted, gently pulling Olga away from the conversation.Â
âWhere is Ale? Is she coming late?â You asked, confused by the sad look on Olgaâs face.Â
âNo, nena, Iâm sorry. She didnât want to see Alba, so she decided not to come. I tried to convince her to, but she didnât listen.â Olga said delicately. You looked like youâd been hit across the face, honestly, and Olga wanted nothing more than to march home and drag Alexia over here, but she knew better to try to convince the blonde to do something she had decided she wouldnât. âShe said she texted you?âÂ
You pulled your phone out, taking a deep breath when you saw almost identical texts from both of your sisters.Â
Canât make it tonight. Iâll come see it another time. Good luck!Â
Sorry, hermanita, I canât come tonight. Love you.
You had been so excited for them to see their pictures. There was a little note up on the wall, too, a statement thanking everyone for coming. In it, you mentioned being excited to allow your sisters to finally see the photos, as theyâd been begging to for a while now. And they hadnât come.Â
A wave of embarrassment washed over you, your cheeks flushing red. You were angry, too, but you blinked your tears back, looking up at Olga and trying to look more put together than you felt.Â
âNo Alba either.â You said, your voice cracking slightly.Â
âOh, nena, I am so sorry.â Olga whispered, pulling you into a tight hug. It was too soft, and too comforting. You pulled away rapidly, shaking your head.Â
âItâs fine. I donât care.â You said, cutting the brunette off before she could say anything else. âI have to go talk to someone, thank you for coming, Olga.âÂ
You rushed away from your sisterâs girlfriend, focusing on taking deep breaths. You couldnât be sad, not right now. So many people had come here to celebrate you and your work, and you werenât going to ruin it. You could be upset later. It was almost excruciating, pretending that you werenât upset that your sisters hadn't come, but you managed it. You kept up a pretty good façade for the rest of the evening, even when you saw Olga speaking in hushed voices to Irene and Mapi, even when everyone kept asking where Ale and Alba were. You held it together. Because you, unlike them, could pretend that nothing was wrong for the sake of others.Â
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Your mother knew you better than anyone. You should have been thrilled, ecstatic. Everything had gone so well. Your photos had been a hit, the owners of the gallery had been thrilled. She realized neither of her other daughters had shown up, but she assumed they had talked that through with you. She wasnât sure what was wrong with you, but when you declined going out with some of your friends as the night came to an end, Eli knew something wasnât right.Â
She had every intention of letting you come to her, but you werenât talking. As everyone began to file out of the gallery, saying their final goodbyes, Eli overheard you tell your friends you were going to go home because you were tired. You didn't say a single word to her aside from telling her that youâd see her at home, before you practically fled the building, heading for your car. She didnât couldnât imagine what was wrong, never expecting her daughters to have done what they did. Eli didnât even think of them being a possible reason as to why you were upset. Mapi pulled her aside, though, before she could go after you, an infuriated look on her face.Â
âDo you know what your daughters have done?â She asked quietly.Â
Eli frowned. âNo. What have they done?âÂ
Mapi shook her head. âThey both bailed on tonight over text to pequeña. They are in some stupid fight that theyâve put her in the middle of, and they didnât want to see each other, so they didnât come.âÂ
Suddenly, Eli was quite furious at her eldest daughters. There would be hell to pay, sheâd make sure of it. How could they be so selfish, and ruin your night like this? Youâd been almost beside yourself for weeks about this night, and she knew the people you wanted to impress most were your sisters. And they hadnât come. Before she yelled at them, though, she needed to go home to you, because she was very sure that you werenât okay. Your odd behavior made sense, now, and Eliâs heart ached at the thought of you driving all by yourself while you were so upset.Â
âI will deal with them.â Eli said quietly. âThank you for telling me, MarĂa, and for coming. It meant a lot to her.âÂ
Mapi smiled sympathetically. âOf course. Let me know if you need help kicking some Putellas ass.âÂ
Eli chuckled. âI will.âÂ
She set off to her car after that, ignoring Alexiaâs numerous phone calls. Likely, Olga had arrived home and laid into her for not coming, and Alexia was looking to be let off the hook from her Mami that she hadnât messed up that badly. Eli wouldnât be doing that.Â
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You didnât make it far into the house. In your new dress, one that was reminiscent of the dress Alexia had worn to win her first balon dâor, youâd collapsed onto the couch, harsh sobs ripping their way out of your chest. You cried until your makeup ran and your chest hurt. Until your Mami arrived home, rushing through the door, her heart breaking when she saw the state you were in. Eli was by your side instantly, pulling you into her arms. It was rare that a hug from your mother didnât make you feel better, but this was the case today. You werenât really sure that anything would help, but you still buried yourself into your Mamiâs arms, wishing more than anything that she could fix this for you.Â
âThey didnât come, Mami,â you sobbed.Â
âI know, mija, I am so sorry.âÂ
âAm I not more important than their stupid fight?â You asked, looking up at your mother with a devastated expression on your face. âI was so excited for them to see, I just wanted them to be proud of me.âÂ
Eli felt anger fill her at a level sheâd never quite felt before. âI am proud of you, cariño, so proud of you. Itâs all going to be okay, I promise. Everything is going to be fine.â She soothed, running her hand through your hair, shushing you softly. Her fury would have to wait, until you stopped crying. Eli would always put you first when you needed it, even if your sisters didnât.Â
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It was late by the time youâd stopped crying and headed up to bed. With a soft goodnight to your Mami, youâd slumped upstairs, barely changing into your pajamas before you collapsed into your bed, absolutely exhausted. Being disappointed was tiring, apparently. And you were more disappointed than youâd ever been in your life.Â
Downstairs, Eli waited until she heard your door shut before she pulled her phone out, returning one of the 15 missed calls from her eldest daughter. Alexia picked up quickly, her voice dripping with guilt.
âMami, I-â
âNo. Do not try to explain yourself. You and Alba have done a terrible thing, Alexia. I am not sure how you will make it up to your sister, but you will. You will figure out how to fix it, you will apologize, you will mean it.âÂ
âSĂ, Mami.â Alexia said, her voice small like when she used to get scolded for kicking the football in the house or holding the tv remote high out of her sistersâ reach.Â
âI am so disappointed, Alexia. In you and Alba both.â
âI know, Mami.â Alexia replied, blinking hard to fight off her tears. âIâll fix it, Al and I will fix it.âÂ
âYou will. Goodnight, Alexia. I love you.â Eli was furious, but sheâd always say it, always make sure her daughters knew how loved they were.Â
âI love you too Mami,â the blonde choked out, feeling worse about this than sheâd ever felt about anything in her entire life.Â
Eli called Alba next, who was significantly more clueless about the situation. Neither had known the other wasnât going, but it was beyond your mother how either of her daughters could have underestimated how important to you this night was. Alba was in tears, like Alexia, by the end of the call, also promising her mother sheâd fix it.Â
Eli knew the level of guilt Alexia and Alba must have been feeling at the moment, considering how protective they were of you. They never wanted you to be hurt, but you were. And they were the reason why. As she checked on you, ensuring you were asleep, she knew that her older daughters would go to the ends of the earth to make this up to you.Â
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Alba was sitting on her couch, willing herself to be the bigger person and pick up the phone to call Alexia, when she heard a knock at the door. The brunette knew who was there before she pulled it open, not flinching when her older sister was standing on her front porch.Â
Alexia had a drink carrier in one hand, and two bags in the other, giving Alba an unreadable look. âCan I come in?âÂ
Alba nodded, stepping aside to let her sister in. The blonde headed for the living room, setting the coffees down, and grabbing hers out of the holder. Alba grabbed the other, noting that it was her favorite coffee, and her favorite breakfast pastry, from her favorite bakery. A bakery Alexia didnât particularly like, but had clearly stopped at just for Alba.Â
It was a peace offering. One that Alba took, grabbing the coffee and the pastry, sitting on the couch next to her sister in a much less tense silence. They made up in the way only sisterâs could, with no words necessary for either of them to know that the other was sorry for what had been said.Â
âWe fucked up.â Alexia said after a minute, glancing at her sister.Â
âWe really did.â Alba replied.Â
âWe have to fix it.â Alexia declared.Â
âWe really do.â Alba agreed.Â
âAre you going to keep agreeing with me, or are you going to come up with a solution here?âÂ
âAs the one who started the fight that led to us letting our sister down, I think it should be you who solves the problem, Alexia.â Alba retorted, a smirk on her face.Â
Her sister shook her head, shoving the brunetteâs shoulder lightly. âYou are supposed to be the smart one, hermana. Get thinking.âÂ
âNew car?âÂ
âNew house?â
âCan we buy her a country?â
They broke into laughter, the tension completely gone from the room, before they really got brainstorming. They were a good team when they werenât fighting, and it wasnât long before theyâd come up with something that they hoped would make up for their horrible behavior.Â
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The minute you saw Alexiaâs car pull into the driveway from your spot on the couch, you were standing up, prepared to flee the room. Youâd known this would happen at some point today, but you werenât ready to see them. You felt so humiliated and so neglected, you were sure that seeing them would have you in tears, and you didnât really want to show that emotion in front of them. Not now, not when they were the reason you were so upset.Â
You knew how important family was to your mother, though, and you knew that if she told you to stay and talk to them, you would. Looking at her cautiously, you took in the wary expression on her face.Â
âDo you want to hear them out, mija?â Eli asked gently.Â
âNo. I donât want to see them right now. Please donât make me.â You begged.Â
âI wonât make you do anything. Go upstairs, Iâll tell you when theyâre gone.â Eli sighed, and with her permission, you practically sprinted up the stairs to your room, closing and locking the door behind you.Â
Your older sisters walked through the doors to the house like they were afraid of what awaited them inside, and it seems that they should have been. Eli stood from her chair, walking over to them, looking unimpressed at the large present in Alexiaâs hands.Â
âHola Mami,â Alba greeted softly. They both wanted to make this up to you, of course, but they also hated when their mother was mad at them.Â
âI do not think that buying her a present is going to fix this.â Eli said pointedly. Alexia and Alba exchanged nervous glances, relaxing slightly when Eli allowed them further into the house. âWhat is it?âÂ
âItâs the new camera. The brand new canon model that she wanted, with all the extra lenses and storage and stuff.â Alexia said, feeling less and less confident about how she and Alba had chosen to go about this.Â
âAnd you think that is enough?â Eli asked bluntly.Â
âItâs a start.â Alba said, a bit defensively. âWe know we messed up, Mami, and we missed the opening night but we can go see it today. Are you not being a little dramatic about this?âÂ
Alexia shot her younger sister a look, knowing exactly how hurt you were, because Olga had returned home from the gallery and told her.Â
âYou did not see her last night. When she realized you werenât coming? She completely shut down. She talked to everyone she needed to, but I did not see her smile the rest of the night. She rushed out of the building just as the evening ended, and by the time I got home, she was sitting on the couch, sobbing. It was supposed to be her night, and you ruined it.â Eli snapped.Â
Alexia and Alba both looked appropriately ashamed, their heads dropping, gazes pointed at the floor in an almost identical fashion. They felt guilty, obviously, but Eli wasnât quite sure they understood that it wasnât just about them missing your event. It was so much more than that.Â
âShe asked me why she is not more important to both of you than an argument. I do not want to spoil the gallery, but I do not think you understand how embarrassing it was for her to have countless photos of you two up on the wall, when you did not even come.âÂ
Both her daughtersâ heads snapped up at this. âOf us?â Alba asked. âThe project was of us?âÂ
âIt was about her loved ones. You two were featured more than anyone else. She was so excited to see your reactions to the photos.â Eli continued, only making them feel worse.Â
âPlease, Mami, I cannot hear anymore.â Alexia said softly, her heart aching at the thought of how upset you must be at the moment. Every detail that her mother added made it worse. She wasnât sure sheâd ever done anything like this to you before, and the thought that you might not forgive her was filling her with anxiety.Â
âNo, you will hear all of it.â Eli said, shaking her head. âShe said to me, âI was so excited for them to see, I just wanted them to be proud of me.ââÂ
âWe are proud of her, she has to know that.â Alba cut in desperately. Her mother just shook her head.Â
âShe does not. Nothing she ever does feels very important to either of you, because it is always something you have done before. This was something that was her own, and she just wanted to share it with you. Everything your sister does is so that you two will be proud of her, and pay attention to her.âÂ
At this, Alexia stood up from the couch, walking over to the window and putting her face in her hands. Her shoulders shook with silent cries, and neither her mother or her sister were very surprised at the emotional outburst. Alexia was always emotional when it came to you; she remembered the day youâd been born, every milestone in your life. You were your very tough sisterâs soft spot.Â
âDo you think we can fix it?â Alba asked quietly, terrified of her motherâs answer.Â
With a deep sigh, Eli nodded her head. Alexia turned around hopefully, hanging on to Eliâs every word. âYour baby sister has always been more forgiving than both of you. She is hurt, but she will forgive you. She loves you both too much not to.âÂ
Every word Eli said felt like a bullet to the chest to both of your sisters, something your mother was well aware of. She wasnât going to sugar coat this. It was silent in the room for several minutes, every member of the family lost in thought. Alexia looked furious with herself, Alba looked like she was close to tears, and Eli just looked disappointed. Sheâd always trusted your sisters to take care of you when she couldnât, but she wasnât so sure she had that confidence in them anymore.Â
âI have an idea.â Alexia said finally, looking between her mother and her sister hesitantly. They both agreed to what she proposed, though, and it wasnât long before Eli had pulled out some paper and pens for her daughters. They both sat on the floor around the coffee table and got writing. It was reminiscent of when theyâd do their homework in the same spot years ago, sitting on the floor so they could play with you while they finished their assignments.Â
Now, though, you were painfully absent from the scene in front of your mother, and Eli could only hope that this would work.Â
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Alexia and Alba agreed that only one of them would go upstairs, give you the two pieces of paper, and let you be for the evening. Alexia was desperate to see you, while Alba wasnât sure she could do so without crying, and she didnât particularly want to put that on you at the moment. You hated seeing your sisters upset, and she didnât want to inadvertently guilt you into forgiving her before you were ready. So, Alexia made her way upstairs, agreeing to Eliâs warnings to leave you alone if you wouldnât let her in.Â
Her knock on your door was uncharacteristically gentle, and her voice was almost shaky as she announced herself.Â
âNena? Can I come in for a minute?âÂ
Taking a deep breath, you opened the door, feeling rather satisfied to see the guilt all over her face.Â
Alexia stepped into the room, looking so nervous and so unlike herself. She was fidgeting with two pieces of paper in her hands, barely able to bring herself to look you in the eye. âI am so sorry, hermanita. More sorry than I can put into words.â She didn't seem to know what else to say, and you rolled your eyes.Â
âDo you think that is enough?â You asked.Â
Alexia shook her head rapidly. âNo, I know it isnât. Alba and I are going to fix this, nena, I promise. Whatever we have to do, whatever it takes. We will make this up to you. There is nothing more important to us than you.âÂ
Your eldest sister could tell you didnât believe her, the way you looked away from her was a dead giveaway.Â
âI know you are upset, and that is okay. I justïżœïżœ can I give you a hug, nena? You can still be mad at me and everything. Iâd just really like an hermanita hug.â Alexia said vulnerably, tears clouding her vision. She had underestimated how painful it would be to see you so upset with her, but her chest truly ached as she took in the betrayal and disappointment on your face. A few tears fell from her eyes, and it was this bit of emotion that had you nodding your head, stepping forward as Alexia wrapped her arms around you almost painfully tight.Â
It made you feel better, even though it probably shouldnât have. Your sisterâs hugs always felt warm and safe, and today was no exception. Even though sheâd hurt you. It was still Alexia, and she was a hard person to stay mad at. Still, you pulled away before you wanted to, and the blonde cleared her throat, holding out the pieces of paper for you.Â
âFrom me and Alba. We will be downstairs, if you want to talk.â Your sister opened and closed her mouth a few times, before shaking her head, mustering a weak smile, and leaving the room. She shut the door behind her, something she never did, always insisting on leaving it open just to bother you.Â
You opened your sistersâ letters, not quite sure what you would be reading. You werenât quite angry anymore, just sad. You were never one to hold a grudge, but you werenât sure how they were going to be able to make this stop hurting.Â
You underestimate, however, how well your sisters knew you, and combined with the information they had from Eli, they knew just what to say. You read both the letters a few times, tears streaming down your face for what felt like the 12th time that day. This time, though, they were good tears.Â
Both letters were similar, but very⊠specific to each of your sisters.Â
Alexiaâs was practically a bullet pointed list, in her messy, big handwriting. There was a mark on the page that looked suspiciously like a teardrop, and Alexia talked about her emotions in the letter the way she always did in real life; saying as little as possible, while still somehow saying a whole lot.Â
Albaâs was a real letter, paragraph after paragraph of neat writing, beautifully articulating what she wanted to say to you. It was always a bit surprising to remember how perceptive Alba was. She was a forgetful person, but not when it came to the things that mattered. This was clear in the letter, as she listed small details out that you hadnât thought sheâd noticed.Â
Both of the letters were an apology. An apology, and a deep dive into how proud of you Alexia and Alba were. They apologized for not making it clear, before going back to when you were a baby, and they watched you walk for the first time. Through the years, they had overlapping and different memories of things youâd done that made them swell with pride. There were things you remembered, and things you didnât, but they made you feel special all the same. Alexia and Alba did pay attention, that much was clear. Even if they werenât always the best at showing it, they paid attention to you.Â
It did more than a verbal apology could have ever done. It was something tangible, kind, warm and loving. It made you feel loved, and seen. It made you feel like you mattered. You werenât Alexia, and you werenât Alba, but you were you, and they felt that to be something much more special.Â
You tried to hold out a bit longer, you really did, but you were putting the letters down and rushing downstairs before you could really stop yourself.Â
You passed the kitchen on the way to the living room, where your Mami was preparing dinner, a small, relieved smile on her face. Wishing you had something funny and unbothered to say, you walked into the room, seeing your sisters sitting on the couch, looking pathetically distraught.Â
âHola.â You said softly, feeling indescribably happy when both of their faces lit up at the sight of you, and you quickly crossed the room, wedging yourself in between them. They made room for you, as they always did, allowing you to fit easily into your spot squished with Alexia on one side, and Alba on the other.Â
They each wrapped an arm around you, and both tried to pull you in opposite directions. It was ironic, the way they used you to play a silly game of tug of war. This time, however, they stopped pulling when they realized neither of them would win. Instead, they both wrapped you into a very awkward and suffocating hug, arms wrapped around you from seemingly every direction.Â
âI love you, nena.â Alexia whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.Â
Alba did the same to your cheek. âI am so sorry, hermanita, and I love you so much,â she whispered.Â
âI know.â You said softly. âI forgive you.â Â
And if it had been either of them in your position, it would have taken a lot more. You were the forgiving sister, though, and youâd really just needed proof that your sisters thought that you were as important as you felt them to be.Â
When Eli came in the room a few minutes later, it was to see the three of you in a rather familiar position; you in the middle, each of your sisters holding on to as much of you as they could, completely content. Theyâd always like to hold you like that, starting when you were a baby. Alexia would carefully put you on the couch in between them, and put a movie on. They would take turns telling you all the important details your brain was far too small to comprehend, but you didnât squirm, and you didnât fuss. You would stay plopped right in between them, one of each of their fingers gripped tight in your hands.Â
It was a lot different now, because you were all bigger. It looked like an uncomfortable pile of limbs on the couch, but Eli knew you were all as comfortable as youâd ever get.Â
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Neither of your sisters seemed very willing to let you out of their sight anytime soon, which you were sure would grow annoying very fast. For now, though, you enjoyed the attention, especially when Alexia pushed the wrapped box that had been sitting on the table into your hands.Â
And, youâd already forgiven them before youâd seen the camera theyâd bought you, one that youâd been desperately wanting for a while. If you hadnât forgiven them, though, you would have now. You could be bought, and your sisters were well aware of it. As was your Mami. She rolled her eyes as you stared in awe at the camera, as Alexia and Alba looked on proudly, sharing a discreet fist bump. Personally, Eli thought youâd let them off kind of easy, but she shouldnât have underestimated you. You were a youngest child, and you knew how to get what you wanted.Â
âCan we go see your photos after dinner?â Alba asked, not even getting a glance from you, your attention completely zeroed in on the camera in your hands.Â
âNope.â You replied. Alexia and Alba looked uneasily at each other, and then at their Mami for guidance, before you spoke again. âAlexia, you are going to clean my room. And Alba, you are going to make me those cookies I like. We can go see the gallery tomorrow.âÂ
Your face was smug, and your mother stifled a laugh as your sisters looked disgruntled at each other. Begrudgingly, though, they both nodded.Â
âAnything for the princess.â Alexia mumbled, and Alba snickered quietly.Â
âWhat was that?â You asked, turning your attention to your sisters. They looked at you in defiance, smirks on both of their faces, not willing to let you completely walk all over them, even if they deserved it.Â
âYou heard me.â Alexia teased. âThe baby princess always gets her way.âÂ
âReally, Ale?â You asked calmly, before turning to Eli, your new camera briefly forgotten on the table in front of you. âMami, do you have any plans in two weekends? I was thinking we could take a trip just the two of-âÂ
Alexia cut you off by rather aggressively throwing herself at you, covering your mouth with her hand. âNO HERMANITA!â The blonde shouted. âOh, gross, nena, really?â She groaned, pulling her hand away when you licked it. You smiled triumphantly, managing to push away from her a bit.Â
âYou are not a princess, nena. Just a little baby.â Alba chimed in, reaching over from her chair to pinch your cheek in one hand. âNow keep quiet before you ruin the surprise and give Ale a stroke.âÂ
Your mother shook her head, taking pity on her eldest daughter, who looked prepared to explode at the thought of the surprise being ruined. âDo you think I do not know you were planning a trip for the four of us, Alexia? Honey, you asked me several times if I was free that weekend, and reminded me not to make any plans then either. You also asked me for hotel recommendations, and pretended it was for you and Olga. You are a bad liar, mija. I have known for weeks.â Eli laughed.Â
Alexia frowned, shoving you and Alba both away from her as you both collapsed into giggles, despite the fact that this was entirely her fault, and you and Alba were blameless. She knew there was teasing coming her way, but the smile on your face was well worth it. Order had been restored, and both of your sisters had made promises to themselves, and to each other, to not let their arguments hurt you anymore. You were just happy to have them both there, at home. All four of you together, how it was supposed to be.Â
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it will really always be funny to me that my sister and i do not say the words "i'm sorry" to each other. like we'd both rather die than apologize. she could hit me with her car and i wouldn't want her to apologize because... ew. anyway sometimes having a sister is cool and sometimes its not but i love mine.
everyone applaud me for not splitting this into two parts. seriously i am astounded at myself right now.
hope you all like it :) give me all your thoughts.
#woso imagine#woso x reader#woso one shot#woso fanfics#alexia putellas x reader#putellas!reader#platonic reader
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just that â chwe hansol
pairing: vernon x afab!reader
prompt: "are you guys dating?" or that one time you strongly denied your relationship and he got sulky(?)
a/n: another fic for my fave secret dating x brother's bestfriend trope >.<. this was initially posted on another site before i decided to take it down and let it sit on my drafts for a year lol.
It was already two in the morning but you were still wide awake. With all the things you have done the whole day, it was expected that everyone, including you, would doze off as soon as you get on your beds. Unfortunately, you didn't.
The guilt that has been consuming you since earlier is what's actually making it hard for you to sleep. You had been rolling on the bed too many times as if that would help ease the regret you had been feeling (spoiler alert: it didn't).
When you arrived at your vacation house this morning, you and Vernon had tried to be as discreet with your relationship as possible. You going on a trip together wasn't a new sight, anyway. Vernon and your older brother, Wonwoo had been friends since freshmen year of college so the former is usually invited in times like this and so you both thought you could just let this three days pass without anyone knowing what you really have. However, it seemed like Wonwoo already had a hint about it and had been watching you the entire time. And alas! While you were having dinner, the million-dollar question was finally dropped.
"Are you guys dating?"
Vernon was about to answer but you suddenly panicked and was the one who replied instead, "Of course not. He is just like an older brother to me!"
As soon as you said it, you already wanted to take it back. But it was too late. Vernon may not have said a word but the disappointed look on his face spoke volumes. After that, you avoided each other for the rest of the night.
To be honest, this had been a subject of your arguments a couple of times before. Vernon wanted to tell your friends and families that you have been together for four months already but you're against it. It isn't because you were embarassed about your relationship or afraid that your family would say something negative (if anything, they're very very supportive). It's just that you wanted to enjoy the privacy you had without others minding your business, especially your brother Wonwoo who had been protective of you since your fallout with Joshua, even though it had been years and you have already moved on. He's also the reason why your past suitors had immediately scrammed away after going through the interrogation stage.
"Stop scaring them, will you?" You remembered complaining one time but your brother just shrugged.
"If they get scared of me and give up that easily then they're not really willing to fight for you. People like that are not worth it."
You knew you brother means well but sometimes you just want him to tone down the scare meter a little bit. Because if this continues, you might end up being single for the rest of his life.
But then, Vernon happened.
You already knew who Vernon was since he was a senior in high school. Vernon lives alone because the rest of his family is in another country. That's why when he gets a weekend off from the university, he would tag along with Wonwoo to your house to hang out. He is basically a part of your family now. However, the both of you didn't really got the chance to talk to each other because you were busy studying and usually just stays in your room the whole day when Vernon visits.
That set-up lasted for months until your first day in college. Wonwoo was supposed to give you the tour but had to cancel since he had to attend to something urgently. Of course, knowing you would whine about it nonstop, Wonwoo sent another person to guide you.
It's none other than *drum rolls please*, his best friend, Vernon. Surprise, surprise!
"Hi," that was just the first word that Vernon said to you (while sporting that smile that YOU swear would actually make anyone melt if possible), but you already knew you would fall for him. HARD.
You wouldn't admit it at first. The guy's nice (and freaking handsome and hot too) but you didn't want to give meaning to that kindness because you thought Vernon might just be doing it because you are his bestfriend's sister. However, it wasn't easy to supress the feelings when every time your eyes meet or when you smile at each other, butterflies would fill your stomach.
Not to mention, Vernon would also never forget to buy you your fave Iced Americano every chance he gets.
Luckily, it isn't a one-sided affection. Because apparently, Vernon is feeling the same towards you. The confession was nothing grand but for you, it was romantic and perfect.
It was in the middle of the crowd, during the Music Festival as your university's resident band was playing Enchanted by Taylor Swift, when Vernon looked at you directly in the eye and told you, "I like you so much y/n. I know this might be too sudden for you but I've been keeping this for a while and I just want to let it out. It's alright if you won't like me back ---"
"Shut up. I like you too," You replied while chuckling. You found Vernon blabbering cute because most of the time when you're together, you did the most talking and he would just agree and smile at you every now and then.
That was also the night that your relationship became official.
What followed was the happiest four months of your life. But now you're afraid that it would be cut short if you won't reconcile with Vernon as soon as possible.
You weren't able to take it anymore so you finally got up and carefully tiptoed as you went out of the room. You were just about to go to the next room but you heard a soft mumbling sound from the living room. That's when you realized that someone other than you were still up and is watching the television.
At first, you thought it was your brother but when you saw the brown hair peeking on the couch's headrest, it was a confirmation that it was himâyour boyfriend.
Biting your lower lip, you walked towards Vernon who still haven't noticed that you were there. It didn't seem like he was focused to what he was watching, he was more like 'spacing out".
"Nonie?" You called softly and poked at Vernon's arm. The latter automatically looked up to you and blinked multiple times, probably making sure if you were really there or just his imagination.
"Why are you still awake?" Vernon reached for your hand and squeezed it lightly. You resisted yourself from crying because of how sweet your boyfriend is right now when he should be mad at you.
"I'm sorry about earlier," you said but Vernon shook his head.
"I should be the one saying sorry, babe. I told you I would respect your decision but I still acted up."
"But I know you're upset about it, Nonie."
"No. A little disappointed, I guess. I just don't want to hide anything anymore, especially our relationship. I don't want this to stay like a dirty secret because it's not."
You nodded and came over to sit on Vernon's lap. Your boyfriend was obviously taken aback but he just let you be eventually. He even encircled his arms in your waist to pull you closer.
"Okay. We'll tell them tomorrow."
Vernon's eyes widened. "Tomorrow?"
"Why are you so surprised?" You let out a laugh. "Are you still not ready?'
"Of course, I am. I've been preparing for it for months,"
"So you're not scared of Wonwoo-oppa?"
"As my friend, no. But as your brother, yes. I can even imagine him strangling me the second he finds about us."
You both knew that's far from Wonwoo's personality so he would most likely not do that but who knows? It could be worse.
"You'll be fine, Nonie. But if ever you get broken bones, don't worry, there's a nearby hospital, we can just--aw" you tried teasing him but Vernon was already pinching your nose before you could even finish your sentence.
"You're lucky I would do anything for you."
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#vernon#vernon x reader#vernon x y/n#vernon x you#seventeen drabbles#vernon fluff#svt scenarios#seventeen#svt au#svt imagines#svt
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You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath
Synopsis: trying to spend time with your boyfriend while keeping your relationship private⊠or a secretâŠ
Content: Alhaitham x fem!reader, low-profile/secret relationship, angst no comfort, writer!reader,
Warnings: slightly toxic if you squint, guilt-tripping, neglect, arguing, long intro (it gets good i promise), cursing, not proofread
Note: (Title from Taylor Swiftâs âAll Too Well (10 Minute Version) (Taylorâs Version)â) I tried to make this as in-character as possible while trying to convey the conflict of the plot so please let me know if there are any inaccuracies
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The walls of Lambadâs tavern grew dim as the sun set; you, Tighnari, and Kaveh sat at a table having a little get-together. It didnât feel complete, though, because two members of the group have yet to arrive. Cyno said he would be late due to an interrogation he has to do. And Alhaitham⊠he didnât really give a notice but you all figured he was busy, being the acting grand sage and all that.
After a 30-minute rant about Kavehâs clients, you talked about writing a new novel but you had no idea how to start it.
âQuestions are overrated,â said Kaveh as he downed his drink, âI suggest you start with an at-large murder suspect being chased down by government officialsânot guardes or the millelith, literal government officials.â
âYou could ask Cyno for inspiration,â Tighnari suggests. You consider the idea but you figured Cyno wouldnât have the time. âOr you could ask Alhaitham. I remember he has some experience in that field too.â
âAh, yes,â you reply meekly. âI had forgotten.â
Hearing Alhaithamâs name felt like a stab to the heart, a curse laid upon you. You werenât sure if it was out of love or suffering. After two years of dating, not a single soul knew about the two of you. As you asked yourself why that is, you give yourself an excuse that he simply wasnât ready to be out. That he wanted you to make a name for yourself in case people would only remember you as the acting grand sageâs partner and not your rightful title as a writer.
When he first introduced the idea of keeping your relationship low-profile, you thought nothing of it. You knew he had no ill-intentions with the situation, so you agreed. But you thought the coast would be clear 6 months into the relationship.
During that time, the only signs of affection you got from him were when he was seldom tired from work and came home to you, longing for your warmth and drowning you with the most beautifully crafted compliments you could only dream of hearing. It was the side of him only you got to see. It was almost an honor being able to witness such greatness, all the while feeling like a goddess, worshipped and gratified by the gift of your presence.
Nowadays, you no longer felt like a deity worth praying to; that side of him became rarer than it already was.
The times when you were togetherâtogether being with the rest of your friendsâyou would always try to make some sort of contact with him just to feel the thrill of love your heart was aching to have, only for him to starve you of it and leave.
You felt alone, neglected, desperate, nonexistent, like a forgotten dream worth pursuing.
Everytime you thought of leaving, frames and fragments of his flattering psalms and echoing touch seemed worth the mind-numbing pain youâre going through. Youâre the only one for me, heâd say. I donât know what I did to deserve you. He would gaze upon you like you were a full moon, and you would embrace him like he was the sun.
But basking under the sun is bound to get you burned.
About an hour later, already midnight, Cyno had already arrived but Alhaitham was nowhere to be seen. Kaveh has had too many drinks and is now drunk to the core. And with the hopes of seeing Alhaithamâs face for once, you drank your fair share too. Your cheeks glowed with a drunken flush, a fire setting aflame to your frozen heart. Something he could never do.
âLooks like the acting grand sage will not be joining us,â Cyno pointed out.
A guffaw escaped from your throat, âWhat is there to even expect, Alhaitham has been busy since that damned Azar did⊠something.â
You canât think clearly. The laugh you let out almost sounded like a sob, and to be honest, you were on the verge of crying. You were just tired. You needed the warmth only the love of your life could provide.
Then out of the blue, the voice you longed for an eternity echoed through the tavern, tired and monotonous. âApologies for my utmost tardiness, there were some issues at the akademiya I needed to handle.â
Alhaitham.
Your stomach hurt all of the sudden. You watched as he walked to the seat opposite of you. Shouldnât you be happy now? You were just about to break down because he wasnât here. Now that he is, you should be content and watch your boyfriend from afar. But all you could feel was betrayal, the blank agony of despair, the cruel sting of rejection.
He failed to notice the tears that glossed your eyes, assuming it was the reflection of the light. Your gaze pierced his soul with desperation, begging for him to console you and just⊠do whatever. You were asking for even a squeak, a sliver of concern, the bare minimum.
âTighnari, how is Collei doing with her studies?â Like he had a shield for your painful daggers, he didnât even glance at your direction. Disappointment filled you like a glass of wine. You should be used to this by nowâthe overwhelming weight when he avoided your leg, another desperate cry you needed him to hear.
Tighnari shared Colleiâs progress after seeing that you were okay. As much as you were proud of her, you prayed to every archon not to let her be in your situation. Your heart shreds for the other person, it screams his name like a priest in worship, and all that for naught.
The group laughed at something, you werenât listening all that much. You just felt⊠empty.
Kavehâs voice called your name, âIsnât that right, Y/N?â The group turns to you, who was dazed and distracted. The architect immediately noticed this. He patted your cold hand, âY/N?â
âHm? Ah, yes. Yeah, sure.â
Alhaitham laughed, âYou seem distracted tonight, Y/N. If youâre looking to write for the akademiya, that kind of attitude will not be tolerated.â
Somehow you got defensive. Was it Alhaithamâs obliviousness? The way he made it seem like you were aloof? His laugh that mocked you in your desolate state? Maybe it was all of the above. Whatever it was, it made you snap.
âAh, Alhaitham, akademiya this, akademiya thatâthere are more things to life than work, you know.â Your voice covered up your attacks as simple friendly banter. Youâve gotten good at sucking up your anxieties and steadying your voice all thanks to him. Now you can cover yourself up real nice when you commit a crime. You have a knife in mind, and youâre ready to kill. âLike, I donât know, a partner, per say.â
Stab.
The grand sage scoffed, âYou know very well I donât have time for such trivial things.â His muscles flex as he crossed his arms. So these were the words he chose to say to you, after centuries of broken promises and empty plates.
âMaybe you would if you actually made the time for one.â
Stab.
âYou are aware that you just ignored what I just said, right? Are you even listening?â
Stab.
âOh, Iâve been listening. For the past two years, Iâve been listening my butt out for you.â It was scarring how unbothered Alhaitham was; you wanted to scream at him. The tightening of your chest, the prickling of tears behind your eyes, the weight of despair settling in your stomach, could he see what youâre going through? âNow, all I ask is a little bit of sympathy because I have been suffering all alone, waking up to an empty bed, not even a-â
âY/N, what are you talking about?â Alhaitham interrupted you, somewhat panicked. You didnât realize how loud you were being, up from your seat with your palm stinging from how hard it hit the table. âYou know, if youâre having boy problems, you donât have to take it out on me. Itâs not like Iâm your boyfriend.â
Right then and there, your world began crashing down. âAlhaitham,â Cyno muttered disapprovingly, making Alhaitham realize how rude he sounded. The tavernâs customers hushed to listen to your table. You hadnât realized there were so many people.
Without even looking around, you could feel their eyes on you, whispers riddled with scandal.
âTheyâre being so loud.â
âHas she no shame?â
âIn the presence of Acting Grand Sage Alhaitham, too.â
âLook, the general mahamatra is there; she really needs to watch herself.â
The embarrassment, the anger; it all fuelled you with a feeling you could not explain. No metaphor could capture the entirety of the wickedness of a man. How come he gets to sit there with everyoneâs respect while you grovel in your puddle of tears? How come heâs having the time of his life while youâre burning in hell?
âYouâre right,â you began, eyes dulled and void of lifeâof love, âYouâre not. Okay, thatâs all the liquor I can handle, guys. I think Iâll be heading home now.â
âY/N,â Kaveh called, standing from his seat to escort you on your way out.
âI can walk myself, Kaveh.â You grabbed your things and took a sip of water. âActing Grand Sage, humblest apologies.â Once again, you looked at him with utmost disappointment before leaving the tavern and heading home.
â
I am adrift in a sea of longing, drowning in the silence of his absence, clutching to memories like driftwood in a storm-tossed ocean. Yet still, I cling to the fading embers of our love, fearing the darkness that awaits should I let them fade to ash.
Hours after you returned home, sleep had not been your friend. As much as it would be typical, you cried until your eyes stung. It was now 4am, the time Alhaitham usually wakes up. Lost in your never-ending, ever-agonizing thoughts, you stared blankly at the dining room, wondering if he will finally recognize his mistakes, how much pain youâve been in.
The knob of your front door twisted open, and surprise, surprise, it was Alhaitham who entered your apartment. âWhat the FUCK was that, Y/N?â He was not one to raise his voice like that, or even curse.
âOf all the nights I was available, this was when and how you choose to talk to me?â Your voice was the oppositeâcalm, sad, empty.
âDo you realize you nearly told everyone about our relationship?â He spotted a notebook on your crossed lap and grabbed it. âWhatâs that, âI am adrift in a sea of..â what? Y/N, is there something youâre not telling me?â
âYou specialized in languages, Alhaitham, youâll figure it out.â
The man scoffed, âIâm not a mind reader, Y/N, if you could stop being immature-â
âYouâre calling me immature? Okay, what about you keeping our two-year relationship a fucking secret?â The both of you continued raising your voices at each other. If people in the tavern hadnât already spread rumors, this will surely start them. âJust tell me youâre ashamed of me, Alhaitham!â Then the man fell silent. Serves him right. âTell me you donât love me, so you can have a concrete reason to leave!â
âYou know being the acting grand sage was never an easy task. The Fatui and other rebelling organizations have me as their number one target, and they are more than willing to hurt anyone to get their way! I was keeping us a secret to protect you! Seeing you getting hurt would mean the end of the world.â
âGetting hurt?â You scoff, âIf you never wanted me to get hurt, youâre doing a terrible fucking job. I had to sit through multiple tables with empty seats because you were never home. Do you know how embarrassing that is for myself? I had to tolerate every ounce of contact you avoided because âsomeone might see us.â In case you couldnât get how much pain Iâm in, let me sum it up for youâIT HURTS MORE THAN DEATH, ALHAITHAM!â
As the last echoes of your argument faded into the silence of the empty apartment, it felt as though the very foundations of your world was crumbling around them. Each word spoken was like a dagger to the heart, tearing apart the fragile bonds of love that had once held you together.
Every word you said stung his chest, the last part beating him to a pulp. It was too late for regret to cross his mind. âI really did love you, Alhaitham, more than anything.â
Those words⊠he hadnât heard them in what felt like eternity. All he wanted to do was melt into your arms and apologize endlessly for all his wrongdoings, the times he barely came home, the mornings he couldâve spent with you. Heâs been feeling this way for what feels like centuries. If he opened his arms to you, would you still embrace him? Would you still forgive him?
âBut I canât keep giving myself excuses to tolerate all of this.â
He looked at you, your eyes that were once so full of light now dimming of any source. The desperation, the longing you both share. There was so much sadness in your eyes. Have you always looked at him that way? Alhaitham was always quick on his feetâhe had to find a way to convince you to stay!
âY/N,â he began, âWe canât just give up on everything weâve been through. All the dates, anniversaries, everything we took our time to makeâit will all be a waste if we give up now.â
âI think you gave up on us the first time you dropped my hand when I reached for you.â
You were slowly slipping from his grasp, from his future. âIâm willing to give you all the time you need. Every meal, every date, every word you desire, I will make time for all of it. I promise you.â
âHow can I know this will be another empty promise? How will I know you wonât do this again? You were never the type to offer everything so helplessly, Alhaitham.â
âY/N, canât you see-â
âWhere were you during my sleepless nights? Where were you when I had prepared the perfect dinner for us? Where were you when I stood in the middle of the park, waiting for a certain someone to show up?
You were never there, Alhaitham. But I forgave you for all of that. I gave you a million last chances.â
A million last chances⊠you were thinking of leaving him beforehand? When he couldnât seem to move his mouth, you decided youâve had enough.
âPlease, leave.â
It was too late for him now. He was long gone from saving you, from saving this relationship. There was nothing left to say, or do.
In the dim light of dawn, you both stood alone, tears a silent testament to the shattered dreams and broken promises that littered the floor like shards of glass. And as you watched your former lover walk away, a part of you knew that the wounds inflicted that night would never fully heal, leaving behind nothing but the bitter taste of regret and the haunting echo of what could have been.
(A lot of you guys are having trouble with the linkđ anw I tried copying a new link of part 2, lmk if it works)
#genshin impact#genshin x reader#alhaitham#alhaitham angst#4ggravate#angst#alhaitham x reader#genshin angst#genshin fanfic#alhaitham fanfic
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Yandere Weeping Clown Thoughts!!
CW: Nothing too bad, just your usual creeper, manipulation, and analysis(?) on his character. Tbh hes so yandere coded that everything blurs together atp (and I'm using "yandere coded" sort of loosely bc that makes me sound like a yandere enabler or smth, which like, lol no but in fiction yeah funne). Called him Joker bc it was easier to use/remember than Weepy, and also bc they called them that in all the lore drop so đ€·ââïž
A/n: Just saw the new Hullabaloo lore drop and IDV has taken me back into its clutches. He is so yandere material 𫶠Proof read enough to go "that's postable."
Joker is quite sensitive to his darlings perception of him. He always tries to do the right thing, tries to please you so that when you smile at him, that strangely unfamiliar warmth spreads through his chest. A smile tugging on the corners of his mouth, stringing his lips up as if he were a puppet. And a puppet of your design he shall be if you wished it so.
Joker is definitely a worshipping sort of yandere. He'll do most of anything for his darling if it made them just a teeny bit closer. Any progress is better than no progress. Even if it means visiting you in the dead of night to "check on you," or often "bumping into you" in places that you frequent at the manor. He'll stop bothering you if you reject his advances, but he'll come back around sooner or later. Joker doesn't want you to hate him, but he also doesn't want to be away from you! Although you may say some hurtful things like, "It's making me uncomfortable, sorry," or, "Can you leave me alone for a while," he knows deep down that if he teeters around the boundaries you set for long enough, he can wiggle his way through and to your heart. At least, that's what he hopes.
Despite his subservient nature to his darling, Joker isn't so obedient around others. He has his more introverted traits for sure, but his sensitivity to anger is fragile, especially when it comes to you. Joker doesn't have many qualms about taking a stand for you or himself if it came to it. He wants to be your protector, so he isn't very afraid to say something if he feels the need to. It can become quite the scene if the other party doesn't back down, making either you or someone else the mediator of the debacle. It's exhausting to have to manage your persistent follower, but it's better to handle a situation rather than let it spiral out of control, leaving the consequences of his mental break to you.
With his fragility also comes his keen eye for any chances to take advantage of a situation. Joker isn't very intimidating physically or feared for being calculating, but he is usually dismissed, and that makes for perfect cover if he plays his cards right. Framing people for his crimes can be a walk in the park depending on the situation, and manipulating those weaker than him isn't something he wholeheartedly takes pride in, but if it's for you, if it's for you, the singular most important person and one he adores most in his rotten life, then he's happy to oblige. If it wins you over in the end, then that's all that matters, right?
Joker will try to convince his darling to stay by his side and will get more desperate depending on the circumstances. He's not a kidnapper type, more of an idealist. Not to confuse that with delusional though. Joker knows full well how you probably feel about your strained relationship, but if he doesn't try now, he'll never get to be with you, and that's unacceptable. He wants to live a romantic and sweet life with you day in and day out, so he'd hate to see you miserable and locked up. If he can't love you the way he wants to, then what would be the point?
Even with that, Joker isn't above guilt tripping or petty manipulation tactics like that. He really can be unpredictable at times and can become very dangerous if his darling constantly shows no interest. Although he is a romantic idealist in his mind with you, he's also the type to slip into the "if I can't have you, no one can" mentality. He might just end up hurting his darling, but it won't be anything too drastic by the time it happens. Joker would feel terrible, terrified, and utterly disgusted with himself after seeing your petrified state. He'd drop to his knees and attempt to mutter consoling words, somewhat even begging for your forgiveness.
"Y- Y/n, no, oh no, no... Y/n, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please. Don't cry, I didn't mean to. I truly am sorry. I had just- I wasn't thinking straight. I would never hurt you. If only you hadn't done this, then... No, just come back to me Y/n."
He is still quite demanding even while apologizing, which would make your fear even greater. Joker doesn't want to force his darling's hand, but if it really came down to it, he'd give his darling a grade A verbally manipulative beat down. He'll use anything and everything against you so that all else but him looks ugly in that moment. Sure being at the receiving end of his unstable anger was horrifying, but be honest with yourself, were it not for him who has saved you countless times in both matches and inside the manor, you would be long dead by now. Anything is on the table, anything just so you will come back to him once more. He has little to no guilt in it, just the fear that he will seriously break if you're still in a right state of mind. So, in turn, he'll unfortunately have to break you first.
#yandere idv#yandere identity v#yandere weeping clown#yandere weepy#yandere joker#yandere idv x reader#yandere identity v x reader#yandere weeping clown x reader#yandere joker x reader#yandere weepy x reader#idv#identity v#idv x reader#identity v x reader#x reader#yandere#yandere blog#male yandere#yandere x reader#okay we r so back#wit idv aw yeah bby#the tag is so dead but call me evanescence bc#im bringing it back 2 life#i redownloaded it and im scared to play bc im rustier than a bad of pipes#but 4 weepy my luv#yes i will try him out â€ïžâ€ïž#im so into him#his voice actor did him so good#waiter waiter#MORE WEEPING CLOWN PLEASE!!!!
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I know LO has been over for a while but something that's always confused me is the 10 year punishment thing. (I dropped the comic before the judgment so correct me if im wrong)
apparently Persephone was sentenced to 10 years in the mortal realm. Yet she complains that Zeus keeps extending her punishment but the timeskip only ends up being 10 years? (From 20 yrs old to 30). that makes it sound like she had a shorter sentence that was extended to 10 yrs (what a fuckin slap on the wrist if it was).
Either her punishment was 10 yrs and Perse was just banking on early parole release or she always had a short sentence which ended up being a measly 10 yrs anyway.
But then that would mean Demeter's punishment period was either tied directly to Persephone's or (for some reason) she had a full 10 yr sentence while Persephone got an initial shorter period
If it's not either of those then shouldn't her punishment be longer? 11, 12, 15, 20 yrs instead? Would make more sense that she was mad if she had to serve at least twice as long as she was told to
Ah so actually she wasn't sentenced to 10 years, she was basically sentenced to a perpetual punishment until Zeus felt certain conditions were met, such as her filling all of the responsibilities of Demeter and turning Minthe back to normal.
So the reason it wound up being 10 years was because Zeus kept finding reasons to extend the sentencing, clearly in an attempt to keep her away from Apollo as he was already suspecting that he might use Persephone's fertility goddess powers to overthrow him.
(joke's on Zeus though, he was overthrown with a poison cupcake lmaooo)
That said, Persephone was... really dumb when she failed her 10th inspection. Primarily because she broke one of the rules Zeus put in place for her before he did the inspection-
Like it's really funny in hindsight to read this scene because at the time the narrative was definitely trying to make us believe that Zeus was the bad guy here, and to a point he's definitely fucking around and not actually planning on letting her out of confinement while also doing jack shit to get to the bottom of his own suspicions regarding his son... but also girl, if your plan was to prove to Zeus that you had filled your end of the bargain, then why try and give him the letter prior to your once-a-year inspection? Either you're failed again over some arbitrary made-up bullshit reason so you can use the guilt-trip method after he's already screwed you over, or best case, you pass and you can deliver the letter to Hades yourself! It was a really dumb move on her part to immediately jump to asking him to bend the rules he made for her when she should know Zeus isn't gonna feel obligated to 'owe' her anything, and is completely contrary to her being as "smart and cunning" as the narrative tries to make us believe (remember when she hustled Hades at chess and lied to him about having a driver's license? where's that Persephone?)
And yeah Zeus really isn't wrong when it comes to how Persephone herself is such a "uwu look at me I'm a smol widdle baby girl, please break the terms of my punishment for me because I asked with tented eyebrows bats eyelashes" , this is honestly why so many people like Zeus as a character in LO contrary to how much the narrative tries to make us hate him, because while he's absolutely an asshole who deserves to be knocked down a peg, at least the narrative doesn't try to gaslight us into thinking he's a good person like it does with H x P. Zeus is a shithead but unapologetically authentic; Persephone and Hades both pretend like they're saints on earth (and the narrative tries to sell them to us as such) meanwhile they're constantly picking on lower class people and using their power and influence to get their way even when they haven't earned it.
But also yeah, it's funny how the fans will say "age doesn't matter when you're a god, time doesn't mean anything when you're immortal" to dismiss the massive age gap between Hades and Persephone, but then cry foul over Zeus keeping her in confinement for 10 years which is a pretty bare ass minimum sentence when you really think about it. Like, if the passage of time really is that inconsequential to a god, then how is 10 years even a punishment? It's only suddenly seen as a massively unfair punishment when it's Persephone who's suffering it.
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hey guys
This is the first gacha rant About a person in tumblr
the most important thing I must mention: please do not harass Or bullying whoever is mentioned in this post
I'm just making this announcement for everyone's safety and not to make a drama.
@rhyliethelovelycaterfly
She did something very bad with prometheus2007 and her friends
Rhylie did emotional damage to prometheus2007
Rhylie behavior makes me feel sick and disgusted.
((It all started: August 26th,
prome stumble upon her friends post asking Rhylie to leave her alone. she opened the comments and saw Rhyliewas able to comment there. prome put two comments down, One generally, telling Pami that the best thing to do might be to block Rhylie [she did not know rhylie other than the fact that she was Pami's friend] and a reply to Pami that said it might be best to leave her alone/give her some space. she logged off, thought nothing of it.
When prome would log on an hour later, she didnt expect to be pulled head first into their drama.
Not only did prome get dms from both of them, Rhylie would spam like and reblog her posts [prome dont mind that just thought it was weird] and send prome mutiple asks asking her why prome would tell Pami to block her.
So prome was texting them both back and forth.))
(What prome got from both sides was Rhylie was very controlling and guilt trippy. Pami didnt know what to do with it. She wasnt even going to cut Rhylie off it was just a friendship break at first.)
As you read (Rhylie was very controlling and guilt trippy.) Rhylie was using guilt against them and trying to appear innocent And blame them.
Secondly, prome just suggest to blocked Rhylie In order to take time away from each other AND NOT blocked Rhylie for Forever.
I mean if you have a disagreement with a friend it is better to give them their space and time. But Rhylie did not give her friend their space, but rather continued to cling to them.
((But the more prome and her talked about it the more Pami saw that she needed to get the hell away from Rhylie. and so after a few days pami blocked her.
prome blocked her too. About a week later prome unblocked her and had another conversation because Rhylie would keep making posts about prome and Pami.
Pami wanted prome to ask her to stop and prome said okay.))
when prome spoke to Rhylie This was their conversation.
Rhylie insisted she was dying if Pami NOT unblocked her
this is regarding Rhylie using an external link to view pami's posts even though pami has her blocked and wants her gone
Rhylie actions was wrong and toxic
This is because if your friends blocked you.
You shouldn't say you're dying so you friends unblocked you.
Rhylie does this thing where she asks people to convince others to unblock her heres an example
Rhylie not hide her lies and guilt tripping very well, one of her many red flags is she refuses to leave people be.
Rhylie Like gum stuck in your hair refuses to let go no matter what kind of shampoo you use.
Not only that Rhylie also did apologize faked& falsely. (that's an older one)
Rhylie deletes them or unpins them often BUT like she never stopped
Instead of admitting her mistakes Rhylie makes excuses and lies About her actions
As you can see, Rhylie always plays the victim card.
its been 2 and a half months and Rhylie still lies about prome and makes hate posts.
Rhylie projects things.
It seems that Rhylie is also like a parrot, repeating bad words directed at her to others.
prome called her manipulative, she calls her that.
prome call her reliant , she calls her that.
But there is a word that prome DID NOT SAY but another person or other people
Someone idk who called Rhylie a groomer, shes calling prome a groomer and a creep.
She grabbed "SS proof" that prome said prome was manipulative and that prome called her a dumb cunt which that is not prome.
We don't need a genius to know that her evidence is fake.
another person who I will not name for privacy reasons tried to hep prome with this, making posts about it. But four weeks after this started, prome got really mentally tired. Rhylie threanted to someone else that they were gonna call the police, and prome couldnt do it anymore and closed her old account.
As you can see Rhylie Threaten HER victims to control them
How does anyone know thats going to happen?
Sometimes we don't see red flags About someone until it's too late.
Rhylie is still making posts about prome lying about prome to this day
I refuse to stay silent on this subject.
makes prome feel like she have to always be super duper nice to everyone on tumblr or else theyre gonna believe rhyle and think she a groomer
And let me remind you, I know prome and SHE The most wonderful and creative person you will meet here.
prome get so scared that people are gonna take what rhylie says as the truth.
its not the truth, it never was and it never will be.
prome really really wanted to help rhylie too, not just pami. prome wish no harm on rhylie and she hope rhylie can find the help she needs to grow and mature.
but I dont think theres any helping her rn bevause she cannot help herself.
its a shame.
rhylie just a 21 year old person on tumblr who wont leave people the hell alone.
prome asked her to stop several people have and rhylie wont.
"rhylie continued to haras and Sending inappropriate pictures to prometheus2007" clarify this means hate art BECAUSE THAT COULD BE TAKEN ANOTHER WAY
I spoke with Rhylie to Leave prometheus2007 alone In one post Talking about them
But of course the coward deleted my comments and her comments
And after talking She was mentioning my name on her blog.
And this was my reaction and comment.
ME(My biggest mistake was talking to you leave me alone)
And that was Rhylie answered
Rhylie(Okay I'll leave you alone IF you blocked prometheus2007)
And another comment
And when I told her This is unnecessary drama. Why do you insist on this?
Rhylie answered (Because I hope Drama becomes reality)
Rhylie hopes the drama will be a big event and make people hate the people mentioned in the drama.
Frankly, I feel disgusted and angry at her actions.
If Rhylie is innocent as she claim
Rhylie had to stop the drama and forget about it.
But no Rhylie still posts about it.
Here is one of her previous posts. But she erased it
Rhylie literally want to makes everyone hate prometheus2007 and others Even though they are the victims here.
Even though she is 20 years old, she acts childishly and immaturely.
And the worst part Rhylie lies about her dying.
Rhylie put pressure on someone, She makes them feel like her life is going to die because of them.
Rhylie acts innocent and makes others feel guilty for something that is not their fault but hers.
Although I refused to talk to Rhylie, she still mentioned my name in her blog.
Rhylie even sent me an invitation to Angelic KittyGod community And although I refused Rhylie kept sending the invitation community
I told her to leave me alone but she still mentions me in her blog.
I made this post NOT for drama or TO hate on Rhylie
I want to warn everyone about Rhylie.
But this warning to her followers and friends Be careful with her.
If you feel uncomfortable with Rhylie behavior towards you or Rhylie does something that makes you uncomfortable
blocked Rhylie immediately For your safety
Because in my opinion Rhylie is an untrustworthy person.
Even if her work is good art doesn't mean she's a good person.
And be careful when you talk to her.
First red flags
-Rhylie will keep stalking you Even if you blocked her
She will try to make you feel guilty and that you did something wrong While the truth is you do nothing.
Rhylie will spread lies about you and her.
-And if you ask Rhylie to stop this, she does not listen and continues to spread lies And mentioned your name in her blog Even though you told Rhylie to stop putting their name on her blog.
my final message to all of you
It is better for you to forget about her
Rhylie is not worth your time or mention.
Do not talk to Rhylie or go to her page, Rhylie does not deserve this effort or your attention
And my message to Rhylie If you are reading this It is in your best interest and everyone's interest that you admit the truth and your mistakes.
But I know you, you will do the opposite You will reply to this post of mine and you will say that I am also a liar
go ahead Rhylie:
Make your gacha character crying or angry Whatever your reaction, you are the loser in this case.
You just prove my words about you
AND you don't dare on prometheus2007 OR pami OR Someone else
The only person to blame is yourself.
Frankly, I won't be surprised if you threat me or haras me Because no matter what you say, you will remain guilty.
I don't want people to hear your lies again.
You are the one who did this and you have to take responsibility for your actions.
Enough means enough
Don't trust or believe Rhylie.
Don't bother with her, Forget about her
We are rational people.
We all agree that the drama is not essential.
Just have to be careful of this Rhylie.
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hello <33 finally posting part 3. i hope you guys like it!! small reminder that im not a native english speaker i hope i didnt do too many mistakes..
đ°đđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ: afab!reader, no pronouns used, bully!scara, bullying, sub!scara, reader makes him a sub lol, nsfw, mentions of alcohol and drugs, finger sucking, spit play, thigh riding, degradation, blackmail, rimming, pegging, pictures are taken, usage of ma'am a few times, he sucks our dick!! light spanking (please tell me if I missed something)
wc: 4.9k
part 1 / part 2 / part 3
lab reports were handed in in time, protocols werent your problem anymore and you got good grades on papers that you didnt even take a look at. things really changed after the party a few months ago.
you didnt get thrown at with food anymore, no one was there to trip you, your property wasnt destroyed anymore. its as if he completely forgot about your existence. at this point you dont even know if he remembers your face anymore, you havent seen your favourite bully in weeks other than on hallways, but even there he was very quick to choose another path to not see your face.
its been a month since the incidence in the library, and nothing else happened between you. how could anything have happened? he doesnt even look at you anymore.
at first you enjoyed your peace. people started talking to you more, you went to more partys and hangouts and met new people, but after two weeks of silence from scaramouche, you started getting a bit tense too.
you didnt expect him to actually leave you alone. you thought he would be putting up more of a fight than just puss out like a small kid, and no matter how hard it was to admit.. you kinda missed him.
at one point you got so annoyed with his behaviour that you even tried to meet him yourself, bumping into him in the hallway to start a conversation, but all he did was apologize half-assed and then go back on his way, not even taking a glimpse of your face or outfit (which he used to love to make fun of).
you were fed up with him. you cannot believe that after everything that happened between the two of you he can just act like nothing happened, going on with his life without even thinking about you. him ignoring you made you even more mad than when he gave you too much attention.
it was hard to admit, but the indigo haired man never left your thoughts. it wasnt like you two actively talked before, but now all you did was wonder. about him, about how his day was, what he did, how he is feeling.
the irritation was written all over your face, and all that albedo could do was watch from the sidelines. you still didnt tell him what happened, at this point you were so far into this shit you dont even know how to explain anything.
"is everything alright?" he said after a few days, laying on his tummy on the floor of your apartment, your organic chemistry book in front of him, but instead of studying he just put his head on it, using it as a pillow.
"what should be wrong?" you mumbled, scrolling through instagram right next to him on your carpet. your head was at his feet and his at yours, taking a look over to him when he spoke up.
you two ordered some take out and waited impatiently on the delivery before going back to studying. exams were getting closer again.
"you seem to be lost in thoughts the past few three weeks. is everything right between scaramouche and you?" he asked while checking the time on his watch.
"yeah, what should be wr- wait what." your heart dropped for a second and you threw your phone away, sitting up straight. "how did you-" you started.
"oh c'mon." he answered and rolled his eyes. "respect my intelligence. it doesnt take a genius to understand that at least something happened between the two of you."
you looked at him with wide eyes, shame and guilt being written all over your face. "how..??"
"just look at you two and how you act around each other. you two are practically undressing each other with your eyes during the lectures."
you hid your face in the palm of your hands, embarrassed at the whole situation. "i am so so sorry. i shouldve told you." you apologized. "i was just.. scared about your reaction?"
"you should be." he returned, sitting up slowly before looking at you. "i have a lot of things to say about that special relationship. but maybe you should explain what happened before." he gave you the opportunity to explain.
you threw yourself at albedo and hugged him tightly. "oh my god, i need to tell you so much that happened. ok so remember ittos party.."
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scaramouche was currently laying in bed, another random women naked next to him. he tried everything, he tried everything, to forget you.
your ugly face followed him in his darkest dreams, your annoying character was running around in his head all the time, and he even caught himself daydreaming about the two of you every once in a while. all the time.
but absolutely nothing was helping him. he thought maybe he just needed to get laid again, to have any random chick pleasure him for the night and he would get back to be his old self, that he was just thinking with his dick the past few weeks, but no. even after sleeping with multiple women who werent even good to begin with, he couldnt get you out of his head.
he was frustrated, so fucking annoyed, that he let it out on everyone who is somewhat close to him. his friends were trying to figure out what or who made him so miserable, but he doesnt talk to anyone of them.
instead of approaching you and talking it out he decided it would be the better idea to just party, smoke and drink his feelings away. after a few days he would forget you and what happened. but thats what he told himself for weeks now.
the women next to him came closer, trying to touch his chest, but he just hissed at her. "do me a favour and fuck off." he didnt even know her name. he didnt care enough to ask. he couldnt even describe what she looked like.
"h..huh?" he heard her gasp next to him, feeling a bit betrayed by his behaviour right now. "did i do someth-"
"fuck off i said." he groaned, using his arm to place it over his eyes. he just hoped that she would leave as quickly as she came, letting him pity himself in peace without anyone chewing his ear off or them expecting that he cares about them.
he didnt care about anyone of them, fuck, he doesnt even know their names, the only name in his head was yours. and he was sick of it.
the girl stood up and grabbed her clothes, leaving the room as she put them on again, and scaramouche let out a deep groan when he heard the front door closing. fucking finally.
he turned around in his bed, laying on his stomach and checking his phone. he was hoping that maybe you would text him again, but you didnt.
he took his pillow and threw it over his head, trying to burry himself in his bed, trying to burry these feelings.
what were you doing right now? were you together with your ugly blonde friend again?
just thinking about albedo makes him wanna throw a few punches around the room. he never cared about that nerd anyway, his victim always being you, but right now? he's exploding just thinking that you spend your precious time with albedo than rather messaging him, or talking to him.
what did you even see in him? he's fucking boring, head constantly hiding between a few books. he probably doesnt even have a personality to begin with.
were you sleeping with him?
after all the things you did to scaramouche, he wouldnt be doubting that you maybe also fucked around with your best friend. the thought of it made him jump out of his bed, throwing his pillow against a wall before heading to the shower.
he was so lovesick, he couldnt even admit how jealous he was. fuck, he misses you. he misses you so much that he set his mind to visit you after showering, even though he tried his best to ignore you. he couldnt do that anymore.
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you were laying on your bed, your books and tablet scattered around you. you tried to concentrate on your studies, on how you felt before you started to fuck around with scaramouche, but you only sighed frustratedly. albedo was right. this was all a big mistake.
albedo left some hours ago, giving you some space for yourself to think about the whole situation, but you instead chose to study and ignore the aching pain in your chest.
albedo gave you a whole lecture on how stupid you were, on how you're gonna get your feelings hurt and mind destroyed by scaramouche, and you knew he was right, you really did, but you couldnt help but feel the way you feel right now.
your train of thoughts got interrupted as someone started banging against your door furiously, and you stood up in surprise and hurried to the door, not checking who it was before opening it.
in front of you stood your favourite indigo eyed man, hair messy and very obviously annoyed and irritated. he didnt even ask or say anything, just pushed you away to enter your apartment.
you were surprised to see him here, after ignoring you for weeks and getting out of your way on purpose when it always used to be the other way around.
"i fucking hate you!" he shouted in your face, pacing around in your apartment, trying to find any words.
"chill out for a second, handsome, how did you find my address?" you asked him, closing the door behind him after scaramouche entered your comfy 25 mÂČ.
he just rolled his eyes and put his hands on his hips. "ask me something more difficult next time." he quoted his old text messages.
"the fuck you want here anyway?" you answered him annoyed but also somewhat adrenalized. this is the first time you talked again after like 2 weeks? 3 weeks? you couldnt even remember yourself.
"you! i fucking hate you." he yelled again, coming closer to you before using his arms to push you around a bit, getting physical with you. you stumbled a few steps back but caught yourself in time before landing on your ass.
"you just show up in my life and turn everything around without even thinking about me!" he cried out, his own hands finding its way in his hands and pulling on his own hair. "the past few weeks i tried everything to forget you, to forget the way you make me feel, but.. i just cant."
you raised your eyebrows in shock, not expecting a confession like this when he first entered your home furiously. "what do you mean?"
"FUCK. i mean that i cant stop thinking about you. i cant stop thinking about how you touch me. you ruined me for everyone else. no one compares to how you make me feel, and i hate you so much for this." he paced around your small room again, his eyes moving around from you to the floor and to you again, arms moving around everywhere.
he was stressed as hell, and he didnt know why he was here, in front of you, digging his own grave, but there he is, embarrassing himself to his bones.
and all you did was stand in front of him, looking at him with wide eyes, mouth opening and closing like a fish, trying to find fitting words. you couldnt explain how you were feeling right now, you just knew that you were incredibly happy and relieved.
"say something." scaramouche nearly begged, being frustrated with the whole situation.
he wanted things to go back to normal, to have you under him, doing anything he says without being told twice, to do all uni work and still humiliate you for funsies.
but thinking about going back to that time also hurt him, thinking about how you wouldnt talk to him more than you needed to is something he didnt want.
you slowly stepped up to him again, definitely getting closer to him and his personal space than anyone else dares to do, and you use your finger to lift his chin up, looking at him mockingly.
"now was that so hard to say?" you looked down in him. his face turned red again, trying to ignore your wandering eyes on his face, looking on the floor, eyelashes already a bit wet from shame and embarrassment.
"look at me when im talking to you." you demanded, squishing his cheeks between your fingers again and he looked up to you, breath stammering and gulping.
"is this what you want?" you raised one eyebrow mockingly, the grin on your face getting bigger and bigger.
scaramouche became frustrated with your behaviour again, too embarrassed to admit that yes, he needed this.
instead of answering, he pushed you back again, but followed you, shoving you on your own bed.
your back was pressed to the mattress and scaramouche sat down in your lap, leaning forwards before he pressed his lips on yours aggressively.
you were surprised at how eager he was, but no way would you let him lead and dominate you. this is your job.
you threw off all the books and your tablet from the bed with your arm in one swift motion, and then grabbing scaramouches waist as you change position, rolling on top of him while he is laying underneath you.
he didnt let go of the kiss, of you, his arms wrapped around your neck while your hands press down on the mattress beside each side of his head.
he let out some soft sighs and pants throughout the kiss, occasionally letting out a gasp or muffled moan.
you took the opportunity of you being on top, pressing your ass on his dick and making him moan more often now.
his hands wandered from your neck into your hair, pulling on them desperately as you suck on his tongue. god damn it, he felt fucking amazing.
you started undressing him slowly, breaking the kiss to remove his shirt, your lips on his right afterwards again before he could even take in a breath.
you didnt care though. you waited so long for him, you want to break him apart now.
you started kissing from his lips down to his jaw and neck, giving him bites and hickies all over that area. "you've been waiting for this for quite some time now, havent you?" you teased him, rocking your hips on his as you gave his collarbone special attention.
"fuck.. fuck yes." he groaned out, trying to grab your hips but you grabbed his hands immediately, pressing them down above his head.
"dont even think about this." you threaten him, and he looks at you with wide eyes. "i will not be touching you if you dont listen to me. understood?" scaramouches eyes widen in surprise, ready to whine out. he cant have you leaving him hanging once again, he needs you more than anyone else right now, so all he did was nod and look into your eyes.
"use your words." you demanded.
"y..yes."
"is that all?" you asked in a harsh tone, making him feel so much smaller than he actually is underneath you. his face got a soft pink blush around his nose and he looked away, everywhere else but in your face right now. "yes.. m..ma'am."
you could feel your pussy clench at the way he looked so embarrassed as he called you this name. you lived for embarrassing him.
"good boy." you answered and you could feel his dick twitch right through the shorts you were wearing.
you started kissing his body again, this time taking your time at his chest as you felt it heaving so cutely for you. "id love to fuck these tits." you grinned, looking up to him and seeing him hide his face inside the crook of his arm. "maybe next time."
his heart stopped beating for a second before it sped up in pace right afterwards. next time?
but before he could ask anything, you stood up from his lap, grabbing his waist once again before turning him around and pulling his pants down in one swift motion.
"H..HUH?" he asked surprised, looking back to you and seeing you eyeing his ass again. just thinking about what happened last time made his dick throb in his underwear, already being stained by precum anyway.
you were very happy with how things were right now, scaramouche underneath you and submissive, letting you use his body to your liking.
"ever got your ass pegged?" you looked up to him with a big grin, visibly ecstatic before pulling his boxers down too and touching his butt.
"n..no why the fuck should-?" but before he could finish his sentence you sinked your sharp teeth into his ass, biting him until there was evidence of your teeth on his butt.
he let out a small scream and let his head fall back into his neck, eyes closed in pleasure and pain. "i fucking hate you." he then said and you only giggled silently.
you stood up from his legs, grabbing into your nightstand to pull out your pretty pink dildo and scaramouches eyes widened in shock and lust, jumping up immediately.
"aint no way this gonna fit.." he mumbles.
"dont worry. ill make it fit." you returned, grabbing his hair and pulling him closer to your face again, pressing your lips on his harshly.
he opened his mouth instantly, welcoming your tongue in his mouth. fuck, he really cant resist your touch.
he leaned into the kiss and let out a small moan when your fingers graced his dick, playing with the tip and using his precum to make him wetter.
you let go off his lips and his dick and he let out a whine. he waited so long for this, dont stop now.
but instead of kissing him again, you leaned a bit back and pressed he colorful dildo on his lips, and he looked at you, slightly confused.
"what are you-?" he started, but you already pushed the tip of the sex toy into his mouth.
"sadly i didnt prepare any lube.. guess your spit has to make it wet now."
seeing scaramouche choke on the dildo made your heart swell in pride and joy, he really looked majestic like that. he grabbed your hand quickly, scared that you might shove it down his throat completely.
his heart was beating faster, scared of messing up. it was the first time of him sucking on a cock, he didnt want to look like a fool, he didnt want to disappoint you.
he tried to relax his throat to take the toy more in, sucking on it and looking at you through his lashes. inch for inch he took more in, putting on a small show for you.
you couldnt help but gasp a bit, pussy wet and aching for him. but you had to hold back, this was about him and his pleasure now.
"see, so you can be a good boy for me without throwing a tantrum. no need to be so bratty all the time.~" you teased him and he tried to look at you angrily, the toy in his mouth ruining it a bit for him.
you were still in your clothes which bothered both you and him, so you let go of the dildo in your hand, but scaramouche held it firmly anyway.
you quickly got rid of your shirt and shorts, sitting in front of him in your underwear while he was completely naked. when scaramouche saw your body in front of him, so close, he let go of the sex toy in his mouth and instead stared at you, biting his lip, trying to hide the faint blush on his face. he thought that you looked stunning.
you took the dildo out of his hand and kissed him again, pressing him onto his back while he leaned into the kiss, hands grabbing into your hair.
while kissing him you grabbed into your nightstand again, this time pulling out a bottle of lube.
scaramouche opened his eyes at the noise and let go of you when he saw the bottle. "wait what?? didnt you say you dont have any?" he bickered around and you laughed silently. "of course i have lube. i just wanted to see you suck on my dick." you teased him once again.
"you fucking bitch." he returned, visibly angry and embarrassed again, hiding half his face with his hand.
"oh c'mon, you looked really stunning. the show you put on made me nearly loose my control." you said as you kissed his jaw and neck downwards to his chest and tummy, getting dangerously close to his dick, which was still standing and throbbing regularly.
"cute. how can you satisfy anyone with this small cute dick?" you bullied him and he turned his face away in shame. "fuck off." was all he said, ready to shove his foot up your face but you only giggled and pressed a kiss on the inside of his tender thigh.
you heard him let out a small whimper, back finally relaxing against your pillows as he closed his eyes. you just smiled against his thigh and pressed down a few more kisses on them before taking the bottle of lube, opening it and using it on your fingers.
you grabbed the insides of scaramouches knees and pressed them up to his hands, signaling him to hold them.
it was embarrassing for him, but he didnt care anymore. he just wanted you on top of him, destroying him completely, so he held his legs and spread them, being completely naked and open for you. "good boy.." you mumbled as your fingers started rubbing on his anus, making him shudder at the cold feeling.
"we need a safeword." you said, looking up to his face and he opened his eyes in frustration. he thought you would finally fuck him properly.
"safeword?"
"yeah.. in case you dont like it anymore." you explained it.
"i know what a safeword is you dumb fuck." he said angrily, and you gave him a slap on his dick, making him moan out in pain and pleasure, arching his back and shoving his butt closer to you.
"dont get too comfy now." you said, and he looked at you apologetically.
"fuck just choose anything! i dont care."
you took his dick into your hand, stroking him a few times and watching him mewl in pleasure.
"coconut?" you asked.
"y..yeah yeah whatever" he said, enjoying the pleasure that you were giving him right now.
you took your lube smeared fingers and slowly inserted one inside of him while watching his face and facial features.
his eyelids fluttered and he bit his lip, grabbing the bedsheets as he tried to get used to the unknown feeling. you didnt move your finger yet, waiting for his consent.
he slowly opened his eyes and gave you a nod, signaling you to move your finger, so you did. you kissed him on the lips again, trying to make him ignore the initial pain in his butt.
he wrapped his arms around your body again, kissing you a bit sloppily as he moans into the kiss, moving back onto your fingers.
after a few minutes you heard him mumble against your lips. "m..more" he said before pressing his lips on yours again. you took the invitation to slowly insert a second finger into him and you felt him flinch and whimper against your lips. you let go off the kiss too look at him, but he pulled you back down again, not wanting to let go of the kiss.
you moved your fingers and he whimpered against your lips, biting down on your underlip. man, you really wanted to ravish him, but you had to hold yourself back a little more, for him.
you started scissoring your fingers and scaramouche started enjoying it a bit more, all kinds of moans and groans leaving his mouth. "f..fuck this feels so.." he started, but got lost in pleasure, losing his train of thought once again.
after a few more seconds you pulled out of him, making him shudder underneath you, opening his eyes slightly to look at you. "just do it now." he started bothering you again and you gave him a slap on his thigh. "shut up."
you grabbed underneath the bed and pulled out your strap on, making his face heat up slightly, but you only smiled at his reaction and put it on.
youâd never ever felt this way around anyone before - you could feel your panties growing more soaked by the second from anticipation. but it really wasnt about you right now, it was about him.
scaramouche really didnt expect to be fucked senseless when he made his way over to your home, and yet, his mouth was dry and his face was hot with embarrassment? fear? neediness? he didnt know. all he knew was that he wanted this feeling gone and your body on top of him.
scaramouche sighed happily when he felt the toy slowly, very slowly gliding into him, head falling back as he winced at the initial pain. you paused for a moment, letting him get used to the feeling.
after a few seconds he nodded again, signaling you to push in deeper. he groaned as you pushed in further, the size of you causing a burning sensation, even despite the lube and preparation earlier.
you pressed light kisses around his forehead, cheeks, jaw, neck, trying to calm him down.
he breathed heavily as you pushed in more, more, more, filling him up deliciously before bottoming out inside of him. scaramouche felt like his whole skin was burning hot, tears pricking in his eyes as he grabbed your arms, pulling you down to him and pressing your body on his as he wrapped his arms around your body.
you pushed your hips back towards his, rolling your hips in a slow pace as his body twitched underneath you.
"fu.. fuck i hate you so much." he reminded you again and you laughed in a low tone, pushing his sweaty hair out of his face. "want me to stop?" you asked and he locked his legs behind your back, taking up your space to move away.
"no!!" he gasped as you continued to pound into him, head thrown back into the pillows as moans, grunts, your name and even a few ma'ams leave his lips continuously. a very visible bulge appearing on his stomach made him gasp out, tears leaving his eyes and smearing all over his face. "dont stop, fuck, please dont stop.." he moaned out loudly.
"i should stop." you continued to tease him. "after all these months of you destroying my life, it really should be fair if i leave you hanging." you grabbed the inside of his knees, pressing them to his chest and putting him into a mating press. "you deserve this."
scaramouches mouth was left open, tongue hanging out and drool leaving his mouth. he was completely gone, trying his hardest to concentrate on what to say. "s..so-sorry. im so sorry fuck im sorry" he slurred out, trying his hardest to not come too quickly.
"is this how your mother taught you to apologize?" you grunted, slapping his thigh and ass hard, making him mewl out.
"fuuck I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have- I shouldn't have put through you all tha-fuckk." he moaned out, looking down to where your and his body connected.
"I will stop I will stop I promise I won't bother you anymore just please..make me cum." hearing him choke on his own words made your chest fill with pride. you finally broke him.
his hands tried to hold anything of you, grabbing your bra that you still wore and opening it, throwing it away, his eyes all over your chest now, watching the way they bounce while you fuck him hard.
he was fucked out and you barely even started, using his body as a mere fleshlight for your toy, teeth gritting as he felt a familiar sensation build up in his stomach as the toy continuously pushed against his prostate, making him see stars through the tears in his eyes.
"cu- cumming. fuck im so closesoclosesoclose" he slurred out, completely drunk on pleasure.
"eyes on me." you demanded, and he looked up from your chest to your eyes. "want you to look at me as you come." you continued, and scaramouches heart skipped a beat. fuck. you really wrapped him around your finger.
you took your hand and grabbed his penis, playing and stroking him a bit to increase the pleasure, sending him off the edge as he came all over his body and your hand. you took a few seconds to fuck him through his orgasm before slowly standing still, only both of your heavy breathings heard in the apartment.
you smeared the cum that was left on your hand on his chest and stomach, painting him full with it as you teased him again, his body still shaking and spasming underneath you.
"fuck, i could do this all day." you said and he bit his lips at the thought of that.
"not gonna take any pictures this time?" he asked and you grabbed the polaroid camera on your nightstand.
"oh you bet i will."
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HELLOO <33 this is gonna be the last part i dont think i have much to add to the story anymore.. i hope you all enjoyed it and thank you so much for hyping me up the past 2 weeks <3 it really meant a lot, you guys made my days and nights.
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ooc. life update. (please read tags)
On Wednesday evening, I suddenly and unexpectedly lost a very close friend of mine. We had been friends for over a decade. Graduations and 21st and 30th birthdays and so many trips, Discord calls, Showdown battles, and conversations under the stars. Those memories become even more precious to me, now.
As I sat down and tried to write yesterday, I was struck by how impermanent everything felt. I just couldn't do it. How many threads have I spun here? How many blogs have I deleted? How many words have I written, to how many people? Does it mean anything? (Silly, unproductive thoughts...but could I have been there more for him? Invested my time differently? There's always that lingering grain of guilt.)
Even so, I still think nihilism sucks. Moments like these make me reckon with life's fragility, but I believe that very fragility is what makes its wonderful experiences, memories, and connections all the more valuable. Over the years, my friend taught me that life was meant to be boldly lived, without regrets. I choose to focus on that lesson and our happy memories together, and those are what I'll carry forward with me. And I know I'll be okay.
Even so, my world feels emptier in this moment. With the holidays so close, everyone is feeling it, and we're rallying together--but it's a bit confusing and difficult. Writing is a needed distraction right now, but please understand if I'm slow with IMs. Please understand that I don't want to talk about this situation further.
And I want to apologize for putting all this rambling on the dashboard--it'll probably be gone soon. Thank you so much for letting me get this weight off my chest. This space--the people, the stories, everything--means so much to me. After pushing through that fleeting moment of existentialism the other day, I don't regret a single word I've written. It's been so much fun, and that's the important part. So, thank you.
Pass the love on to someone you care about. They might need it.
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yandere rodolfo hcs please đ ???
I havenât seen anyone do him yet đ
â Yandere headcanons of Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra
Warnings: yandere behavior
A/N: yeah, no cause this makes me upset. Guess I'm gonna be the first!! Enjoy <3
Gif belongs to @/daniel-bruehl
This sweetheart of a man is incredibly protective. Tends to stalk and guilt-trip you. Not only does Rudy get jealous often and tends to think extremely gruesome things in his head with a gentle smile, but heâs good at hiding the fact about his devotion towards you.
There are many ways Rodolfo couldâve met you, likely youâre in the military or a civilian he ran into at the store but the main thing that caught his attention from you was how unique, and kind you were; able to stand your ground when needed and didnât take shit from anyone.
It was quite hot, honestly. From his perspective, a lot of people ignored him or were feared by him, as heâs the man in second command â just below Alejandro.
Though, you treated Rodolfo nicely. More of a human being than a soldier on campus. It was relaxing and highly appreciative. Especially when you donât mind when he messes up his flirtatious acts or gets embarrassed when his Colonel interrupts the conversation between you two.
Continuing from the headcanon above, Rudy will try the ânormalâ approach, using his flirtatious words and respectful manners to catch your heart. Ignoring the fact that he often stalks you, he tries to get you to like him â often taking you out on expensive dates, and showing you that heâs a liable guy. Especially with the help of Alejandro, he often shows up to your house with a bottle of wine and a huge handful of bouquets.
Heâs the type of guy that shares a lot of things with you. Eating out and still hungry? You can have the rest of his food, heâll eat back at home. Need to borrow money? Have his whole credit card and buy whatever you need! All of it is yours, just say a âpretty pleaseâ.
While at first he may come off as âawkwardâ, donât let that skim the idea of love. Rodolfo really does try to impress you with his entire heart. He goes out of his way to surprise you with your favorite foods, getting tickets to see a premiere movie, or grabbing your favorite fast food due to you having a bad day.
With this going, there is a high chance the two of you will end up dating ânaturallyâ. Other than his overprotective and stalking/and hovering add-ons in the relationship, itâs considerably a normal relationship.
Though, that doesnât mean he doesnât have dark tendencies. Rodolfo will end up guilt-tripping you whenever heâs jealous (which is 50% of the time). While he knows itâs bad and feels awful for it, he canât help but feel immense anger and annoyance whenever you talk to someone he doesnât know that well.
While heâs not overbearing or protective, he will insist on going with you everywhere, using the military or his mental state as an excuse to stay beside you at all times. Normally, he knows when to back off by seeing your body language, but he just needs to be around you almost 24/7.
Small reasons poke at him, and while he wants you to himself, heâs not one to kidnap.
Unless your life is in absolute danger, he wonât go ahead and strip your freedom like that. Rodolfo doesnât want you to hate him, and heâs terrified that youâll never be in love with him anymore â he wonât even take the slim chance of you developing Stockholm Syndrome.
With this said, heâs fairly soft, and extremely loyal yandere. Out of all the men of MW, Rudy is the most subtle yandere. He wonât pressure you to do things you wonât like to do and highly values your happiness. So much more than his, and with this, he rarely ever says no or allows you to buy and get what you want; leading him to spoil you, a lot.
Though, that doesnât mean he wonât do punishments. If you end up yelling at him and leaving him, not texting or calling for a few hours, will result in him getting really mad.
He hates punishments. Something he doesnât like to do, which makes it easy for you to get away with most things. But, heâs not stupid nor is he going to let you walk over him; the worst thing he can and will do is quarantine you by yourself. However, it likely wonât last long due to him feeling bad.
Rudy is very gentle and respectful with affection. Rarely does he touch you without your consent, but the minute you allow cuddles? Heâs practically clinging to you like a koala and only getting up to eat or use the bathroom. And if you need to leave? Expect him to whine, but slowly let you go while making you promise youâll cuddle him more when youâre back.
Much like the other guys, heâs incredibly clingy; especially after missions or being away from you for âtoo longâ. He will grumble if you move too much, and tighten his hold as if he didnât hold on, youâd disappear within a coin flip.
This man is dotting and affectionate, so itâs hard to see how protective he can be. Whenever you try to go someplace alone, heâs quickly against it â begging to come with you. He won't stop asking, blocking the door as he constantly reminds you what's out there.
Itâs not that he doesnât trust you, he does! Heâs more than willing to kiss the floor you walk on if you asked. But, to others, heâs wary and tends to narrow his eyes at them like a threat. Which revolves around his job to question everything and not trust so easily.
Because of his training, he often invites you to work out with him or teaches you self-defense. Itâs something heâd like for you to know, especially since there comes a day when youâll need it. But, he gets to spend time with you.
With his overprotectiveness, he makes sure to put security cameras in the house you two live in, as well as putting a tracker in your clothes and possibly in your skin; somewhere you wonât notice, which likely, will be in the back of your neck.
Much like Alejandro, he asks his buddy and some of his other friends to frequently call or check up on you when he canât. And high chance you will see Alejandro, at best after missions or staying over dinner. Likely, the two of you are as close as he is with Rudy; treating you like family and high respect.
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Going on a Riddler fanart break
I'm having a break from posting Riddler fanart to Tumblr. The backlog will still be posted on Cara and Instagram (both @ tbalderdash), and if the break is long enough for it to catch up I will post things made during the break on there before Tumblr. I will still be posting bird art here. I will still post fanart for other fandoms here if I make any (I am currently undecided about non-Riddler DC). The break will be for at least a month. I will probably come back when the OCD medication has kicked in for a bit. Thank you for all of the support on the last post. I don't want to take a break, but I have to for my mental health.
"Organised" ramble about reasoning (this is heavily influenced by neurodivergence/mental illness and I am not trying to sound like an entitled/ungrateful twat. I don't want to guilt trip anyone, please don't feel guilty):
The Timezone Curse: Tumblr has a reverse-chronological dashboard. I am British. I live earlier than the majority of the userbase. I have no idea what time to post things so they don't get buried. Recently I've tried to stop waiting for the exact right minute to post things, as it doesn't stop them from flopping.
Likes vs Reblogs, (and OCD?): I will preface this and say: a lot of this is my brain's fault. Since Likes don't do anything to spread things, my brain gets upset when things keep getting Liked without Reblogged. Unless it is from a bird fan on the fanart, better artist, or irl friend, Likes mean nothing to me. I know this is silly and irrational, but I can't help it and this is the main reason why my brain is suffering posting fanart. I hope medication will fix my feelings. Additionally, OCD brain keeps trying to find a reason: Am I dislikable? Is my art bad? Does it have no appeal? Is it aphobia? Did I do something cancellable without knowing and now everyone hates me? I (think I) know the answer is people just don't use this website that way, but my brain is never sure. This is why I don't have the problem on the other websites, every like helps the algorithm and actually means something in my brain
The combination of the Timezone Curse and lack of reblogs means my art often gets barely any reach (or reach my brain deems meaningful). I desperately want to feel like part of the Riddler fandom community. Unfortunately, due to Tumblr making me suffer (overwhelmed by compulsive need to scroll entire dash, repulsed aroace, and simple posts being able to make me ruminate unpleasantly for a long time) I find it very hard to follow new blogs or connect with people on this site. I love birds, but I need Riddler interaction. I can't look at much fandom on other sites, as they have barely any/no tag filtering, which means I will suffer if I look for him.
Why it's just fanart and not birds affected by this: I started off as a fanartist with no expectation to get big with birds, so I had a que sera sera attitude and I post them whenever they're ready, I didn't expect to get big. I am more fulfilled when it comes to the bird interest (more community interaction + every day can have different birds out there + people in my real life are interested in birds). Additionally, the bird art spreads a lot more (due to bird blogs reblogging). Bird art is my "job" art (it is where I plan to make money from) whereas Riddler is where my passion lies the most (I still love the birds but I have many other ways of interacting with them without needing art). This means I get more emotionally invested in the Riddler art than the bird art
Is art becoming a compulsion? This applies to the birds as well, but since they're "job art" it doesn't matter too much. I keep being worried about not posting enough Riddler art, and feelings of social media sometimes overshadow the joy of creating - I keep thinking about posting, rather than doing. I get too anxious to make art that is "unpostable" (eg: self-insert and him hugging), especially due to the fact I'm trying to get more professional. I feel like there's more I want to expand on this but it's been too long and I'm tired. This break might help me do more high-quality art instead of having to churn it out out of fear of everyone forgetting me.
Sorry for all the text. I don't know if I've explained everything very well but it's been an hour and usually if I post something after 8 it fails, which I don't usually want to worry about but it's a bit important for an announcement like this
#i was going to make another piece for announcing but it's a week since i started this one (and i did the lil doodle today)#gonna make this my pinned post. pretty sure readmores are automatically expanded when scrolling through a blog. sorry haha#the riddler#edward nigma#edward nygma#riddler fanart#riddler#the riddler fanart#dc fanart#dc#arkham riddler#arkham city#arkham city riddler#arkhamverse riddler#arkhamverse#fanart#tw eyestrain#cw eyestrain#wauk wauk
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ive been rereading your ffxv fic "im trying hard to take it back" for literally four years now. please end my suffering and tell me how gladio feels. please. PLEASE. (but only if u want ofc)
(fic) Short answer: Gladio feels insane guilt and spends a lot of his life trying to make this up to Prompto. In the process, they deepen their connection as friends and do begin a relationship probably around the one-year mark of endless darkness. <3
Longer answer: (implications of abuse/violence tw but no worse than in the fic itself; just what others assume to be true even if it's not in the context of this specific fic)
Gladio is a secret romantic at heart who has always envisioned meeting his soulmate, but he's also duty-bound and duty comes first. So even though he reads romance books (amongst other types of books too) and indulges in his head a bit as many people do, he's often put his duty to the crown first and foremost in his mind. He also didn't imagine his soulmate was anyone on this trip and thought perhaps the person he may have been fated to meet died in the assault of Insomnia. Even if they were a refugee, they can't be a priority to him at this moment. His priority has to be Noctis.
Prompto has obviously grown on him over the course of their road trip, but there are aspects of them that don't 100% mesh (as is true with every realistic relationship). That said, Gladio never in a hundred years would want this moment of (understandable but out of line) frustration and anger in the wake of Luna and Altissa to be a permanent mark on Prompto's face. He's genuinely horrified and disgusted with himself for a long time after this and spends most of his life trying to make it up. He feels like a dirtbag about it.
That said, Prompto runs away from him in this moment and they need time to calm down, just as the fic shows. Noctis goes after Prompto, just like in canon. Prompto falls off the train and has his Despair Arc just like in the DLC, now with the added despair of "well, in addition to being a clone, my soulmate hates me. And in addition to the mark of inhumanity on my wrist (barcode), I have a giant hand print of him literally Shoving Me Away on my face. Forever."
Aranea: Well, do you want to die about it. Or do you want to live.
Prompto, eventually like in canon: Live, I guess. But it will be excruciating.
Aranea: That's what living is. We do it anyway. Your friends love you. Get off the floor.
He fights his way through his issues and gets rescued like in canon. Gladio probably tries to talk to him when they all catch up again, trying to apologize, and Prompto tells him to hold off on that for later.
Then, of course, Noctis is eaten by the crystal and "later" becomes much, much later as they evacuate and try to survive in eternal darkness. (Though they also can't Not think about it because it's a giant hand print. On Prompto's face. And every person they meet has Something To Say about it, for better or worse, whether they knew Prompto before or not. Prompto cannot escape it, and when Gladio is not doing Crown Duties he feels he must do in Noct's absence, he's with Prompto, so he also Cannot Escape It either. Even when the person speaking is unaware that Gladio left that mark. It's almost worse when they don't know, but when they see it's Gladio, who is such a big guy who seemingly hit Prompto and left that permanent mark there, some of them get nasty to him and some back off out of fear. Both are horrible. The guilt is eating him alive.)
Eventually, enough time passes as the dust settles that they do Talk About It. Gladio apologizes sincerely, for the 500th time. Prompto's like, "Well. It's not like you could have known that this would be The One Time it happened." And then cracks a joke about their soulmate mark being a Prompto's hand print on Gladio's ass from a butt slap in another life, which does help the tension somewhat. (The more Gladio tries to apologize, the more Prompto grows sick of hearing it, so they just have to move on and keep going, as he's learned to do.)
They grow closer over time, especially because there's not a lot of people who have survived to this point and even less later on. They do get together romantically, both because they do like the idea of soulmates (for different reasons) and also because they're living out of each others pockets for years, so there's an affection and dependency that develops there. Also, teenage Prompto always thought Gladio was really handsome and teen Gladio thought Prompto was cute and sincere for a pipsqueak.
When they are out together on dates in normal settings surrounded by strangers after the light returns, Gladio will receive dirty looks for the rest of his life from strangers who see the hand print on Prompto's face and immediately (correctly) assumes it was out of anger rather than a funny accident or something. (Edit: Some people will assume there is a funny story attached. Gladio will not know what to say to this. Prompto will play along.) He will learn to live with this. Prompto is really grateful Gladio is with him despite everything.
#FOUR YEARS that's so flattering adjklasjldkja;fsal; thank you for reading and for caring after all this time. it genuinely means a lot#if you were looking for a cuter/succinct answer i'm so sorry and can definitely give you one. this was just one of my more realistic aus#my text#asks#my fic#promptio#ffxv#for the record i don't think gladio and prompto are Rock Solid for the full 10 years in this au#i think they have periods in the darkness where they separate for a while. out of necessity. as many in the dark do.#whether due to feeling antsy or personality clashes or conflicting traumas of what they've had to deal with and Missing Noct and#Losing Faith and Regaining Faith and Obligations and The Horrors and so on#but I do think they cannot escape each other especially with gladio's hand print on prompto's face and so they can't Not think about#each other always. prompto in the mirror. gladio in his dreams.#so they are always drawn together and they do work things out and get used to each other#and end up relatively happy together in the end#they lean on each other a lot in the post-noct times#especially gladio who doesn't know what to do with himself without noctis always and ignis is equally lost#making themselves useful but running around the same ruts in the ground as always#and prompto is over here pulling himself up by his boostraps while pretending he's not crying in the caravan bathroom#like they all are#i do NOT mean for this to sound as depressing as it does. I think like years 1-2 post Hand Incident are really rough with moments of light#and then all the times after that are super solid <3#they DO end up happy together it just takes a lot of hard work and they know each other better than anyone by the end#thank you again for sending this ask after 4 years it is so wonderful to read
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Questions tag game!
Thank you to @baronessvonglitter for the tag!
Do you make your bed? No. I'm terrible about this. I live alone so I'm just like who cares.
Favorite number? 23. I grew up obsessed with Michael Jordan and I also had a dream in high school about a shirt that had a 23 over the breast pocket and the next day I found a shirt just like it with a 23 on the breast pocket and of course bought it.
What's your job? I'm a tv producer and director. I work in true crime tv.
If you could go back to school, would you? I would love to audit a class or two, but not fully go through it again. I hated math and science so much. I have been thinking of taking spanish classes to help with my learning, duolingo only helps so much.
Can you parallel park? Yes, and not to toot my own horn but I'm pretty damn good at it.
Do you think aliens are real? I have no clue. But I will say that assuming we're the only human-like species in the entire Universe seems impossible.
Can you drive a manual car? I cannot, wish I could. My older brother tried to teach me once but he got so irritated and mean that I quit.
What's your guilty pleasure? I try to not feel guilty, I grew up religious and I had to work really hard (still working) to get rid of my guilt. Agnostic and Proud! But this is for fun so I'll say I love Dirty Dancing Havana Nights, I like watching dui body cam footage when people act wild, and every time I do a road trip I listen to Michael Buble and sing with all my heart. :)
Tattoos? Oh boy, so many tattoos. Counting...Counting...carry the one... I think I have 30 and I'm going to get another at the end of the month.
Favorite color? Black. Dark Green. Dark Purple. Dark/Royal Blue
Do you like puzzles? I love puzzles. The last one I did was a huge Pennywise puzzle, it took forever but was so satisfying in the end. Maybe I need to start another puzzle.
Any phobias? I'm afraid of needles (ironic with tattoos I know), claustrophobia, sometimes heights.
Favorite childhood sport? Baseball. I played little league on a team with all boys and I was good at it. My dad was baseball obsessed so it was fun to do that and have him proud.
Do you talk to yourself? I do talk to myself but I have a dog, Wednesday aka Winnie, and so I talk to her a lot. Hahah.
No Pressure Tags: @burntheedges @somedayheaven @cheekychaos28 @saradika-graphics @mermaidgirl30 and always, if you see this because of me and want to do it, please do! :)
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For the time lost
Summary: Zuko wants to erase every reminder of his past mistakes, and Katara will take him on a journey to, quite literally, heal both of their scarrings.
Contains: Angst, Fluff, Katara has burns scars from Aang's first attempts to firebend, Katara tries to get over her resentment towards the FN, Zuko doesn't hate Azula.
Dear reader: I hope you enjoy it! <3 Let me know if you want me to continue posting.
Find chapter two here.
Also if you prefer reading in ao3 here's the link.
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Chapter One
âDear Zuko:
I hope this letter finds you well. Since you didnât respond to my messages from the previous weeks, I couldnât help but do a little investigation on my own. Aang told me he last visited the Fire Nation a couple of days ago, and to his surprise, you werenât there. Honestly, this got me even more curious. What are you up to, Fire Lord? What juicy secret are you keeping from us?
Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that my dad made some octo-fish soup this weekend. I bet you have never tried it, well, maybe on your finding-the-avatar days you stopped by and tried. But that doesnât seem like you. One day Sokka and I will cook you some, but only if you tell me why youâre being so distant lately!
Weâre always here for you, Zuko.
Hugs,
Kataraâ
Zuko read the letter while waiting for the water to boil. He had never heard of octo-fish soup to this day, but he wasnât opposed to trying new dishes. In fact, most of his favorite dishes werenât even from the Fire Nation. After trying the Omashu noodles, who could blame him?
 âDear Katara,
I hope you enjoyed that soup and the company of your family. Knowing that you spend good quality time with your family brings me so much joy and relief because all of you deserve it. I hope that every good memory makes up for every bad one, though unfortunately, healing doesnât work like an exchange, does it?
As the Fire Lord, certain duties demand my presence in the other nations. So, as much as I wish my lack of responses were due to a secret vacation of mine, they are more like business trips. Might as well call me the Fire Businessman now. (Donât let anyone read this to Toph because she most certainly will call me that.)
It was nice hearing from you. Send as many letters as you please. Even if Iâm not home, Iâll promise Iâll read them. By the way, how are your little waterbenders doing? Iâm sure it was harder to handle Aang, you know, back in our teaching-the-Avatar days.
Best,
Zukoâ
He sat down and frowned at the piece of paper. Itâs not that he wanted to hide things from her, or his friends. But it was almost embarrassing to write and send a letter describing his last weeks. It was a path of emotions he was unready to walk through. She would probably forget it in a couple of weeks anyway, and then he would be able to tell her everything.
âDear Zuko,
Or should I say, Dear Fire Liar?
Even though I donât have a lot of time in my hands, I still managed to get some information about your mysterious âbusinessâ trips. Sokkaâs been of great help, for once, and a little bird told him that people from the Northern Water Tribe have spotted you in very weird places. But being honest, I still donât know what is it that youâre hiding so hard. You got yourself an Ice Lady?
On another note, itâs very exciting to see both of the Nations exchanging goods and, you know, not trying to slit each otherâs throats. I always wanted the war to end of course, but it was very hard to imagine a future so full of prosperity. Itâs hard to grasp sometimes.
I hope Iâm not getting overly emotional but it makes me think about my mom a lot. She never lived in a world without war in it, isnât that fucked up? Some days I feel a strange guilt running through my body because I get to move on and she will always stay there. This seems like Iâm getting all over the place. I donât usually say this stuff to anybody, but I know you would get it. And today seems like a good day for letting it all out.
When Iâm down, I like to think that she sees the world through the eyes of Sokka, or dadâs, or even mine. Itâs silly, I know. But it makes me feel closer to her.
Well, enough about me. Tell me more about your trips, about your uncleâs new place. Iâm dying to know. Maybe next time you should try doing business in the Southern Water Tribe and pay us a visit. We all miss you!
Hugs,
Kataraâ
Zuko took a long breath. No amount of tea would cure the unmeasurable shame that he felt reading Kataraâs letter. He knew how empathetic she was, and how much he loved her family, and he could never forgive himself for what his family did to the world. Every day he looked at himself in the mirror and was reminded of a past he could never erase, his face became no longer his once his dad put his palm on it.
His sudden state made him forget about Kataraâs little quest. He was not only full of shame but also full of passion to help others. Every reminiscent of the war also reminded him of the resilience of people during difficult times. And every time Katara changed the subject, Zuko needed to excruciatingly tell her how much her strength motivated him to be better. And after writing that letter, he decided it was time to invite her to the palace.
#atla#zutara#zutara fanfiction#zuko x katara#it's my first fanfic pls be kind :)#also i'm not a native english speaker so plsss forgive me if the dialogue sounds unnatural#or if the grammar feels off#FTL :)
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