#and i only started that in sophomore year

[juniperskye]

That’s Enough

Based on the following ask: An adorable nonnie sent in a 2 for 1 request, allowing me to choose, and I went with this one: “Maybe the reader is trying to control the situation either at home or at a family dinner but no one is really paying attention and it's a bit '🙁😟' and Hotch notices that he's getting a little shy or something so he yells to get attention to her and at the end he leaves a nice kiss on her forehead 🥹🥹” I kinda combined both…but I made some adjustments. So the reader struggles with anxiety – this is why Aaron notices her struggle and steps in.

Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader Angst/Fluff Word count: 1050

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, reader has anxiety and takes medication for it, reader and Aaron have children together, explicit language, let me know if I missed anything.

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

You had always been an anxious person. In childhood it had been about silly things; not climbing trees because you could fall, not riding a bike for the same reason. In your teen years it morphed into something different; not dating because you’d get your heart broken, not getting you license because you’d get into an accident, feeling nauseas before piano recitals and volleyball games, panic studying for all your tests. Anxiety lingered in adulthood too, only now, you were appropriately diagnosed and medicated for it.

You’d been doing well, the anxiety dying down as your children grew older, they no longer needed your constant supervision, they were in middle and high school now. Jack is the oldest, a sophomore in high school, then in 8th grade was Elias and in 6th grade were the wins, Mara and Thalia. Your children were polite and well-behaved, rarely causing trouble within your household and with them all being old enough to handle their responsibilities, you were able to lower your dose of the anxiety meds.

Aaron had been so wonderful throughout everything. He made sure to take note of your coping strategies and what worked best in which situations, and when you decided to go on medication, he helped you research options and monitor your side effects.  He was proud of you for being unafraid to advocate for yourself.

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This week, you were starting to feel a bit overwhelmed. You’d gotten a promotion at work, thus taking on more responsibilities and working longer hours. Aaron had been away on a case, and so on top of your debilitating workload, you had to manage the kids’ schedules…that also meant facilitating this weekend’s sleepovers.

Mara and Thalia had their friends Audrey and Bri over. Elias had Michael over and Jack had Henry over. JJ had offered to host the boys at hers, but then they were called away, and Will was working nights. You had assured everyone that you were fine, and truthfully, you had been.

You had ordered dinner for everyone; the consensus had been pizza and wings, so once it was delivered you set the table. Opting for paper plates given the chaos that was sure to ensue. Once everything was set on the table, you called the kids for dinner. One rule in your house had been that dinner was eaten together, no matter what, and that didn’t change when friends were over.

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Dinner shouldn’t have been making you this anxious…it really shouldn’t have, but you were currently trying to tame the children and had been failing miserably. The boys were shouting and talking with food in their mouths – effectively spitting it all over your table. The girls had been gossiping and were now arguing over which cute boy was dating who at school.

You’d been trying desperately to calm them down, asking them to quiet their voices as you were inside. You asked them to finish chewing before speaking but they weren’t listening. Next thing you knew the boys were reaching across the table in attempt to hit one another, causing a two-liter of soda to spill all over the table and onto the floor.

“Guys, please calm down! “Jack, get the paper towels please.” You tried.

“Dude chill! Look what you did!” The boys laughed. “That was you stupid! You made a freaking mess.”

“Guys please, let’s get this cleaned up.” You tried again.

“Ugh boys are idiots at all ages, clearly.” All of the girls rolling their eyes in agreement.

“That’s enough, Jack get the paper towels, Elias go grab the mop please.” You sighed.

The boys made no moves to follow your directions, continuing to argue over whose fault the spill had been and who should have to clean it up.

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You hadn’t even noticed Aaron come in. He’d set his things down by the door and made his way to the dining room to check out what was going on. Upon turning the corner, he heard you ask the boys to get what they needed to clean up the mess, they surely caused…and when they made no move to do so, Aaron turned his gaze to you.

He quickly noticed the glossiness of your eyes, the mess of your hair, and the way your nails were digging into your palms. You had very clearly been anxious and stressed and the kids acting this way had not been helping you at all. He was feeling incredibly guilty for having gone on this case the week you started your new position. He knew that the best thing he could do for you now was step in.

“Boys please!” You raised your voice, standing from your seat.  

“Mrs. Hotchner, relax, it’s just a little soda.” One of the kids replied.

“That’s enough.” Aaron’s voice boomed throughout the tight space. “Jack, Elias, your mom told you to do something, now move it. And whoever told her to relax, you don’t speak to my wife that way. She has been nothing short of wonderful, welcoming you into our home and getting dinner for you, show her some respect.”

The kids all moved at that point, working diligently to clean up not only the soda but also the rest of dinner. Aaron’s hand had made its way to the small of your back, gently guiding you to your shared room. He began running you a hot bath, being sure to add your favorite Epsom salts and bubble bath. He lit a few candles and played some soft music, only leaving once he had you settled in the water.

He was gone all of five minutes before making his return. He entered the bathroom, sitting on the floor just beside the tub.

“They have cleaned up the dining room and kitchen. I told them it was time to calm down for the night, that they needed to go to their rooms and play video games or watch a movie.” Aaron explained. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here baby.”

Aaron pulled your hand to his lips, pressing his lips to your palm where red crescent shapes were starting to fade.

“Thank you Aar. I really thought I’d be okay…but this new position has been challenging and exhausting honestly.”

“I’m here now baby, let me take some of the weight off your shoulders.”

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[thisismyrandombloooog]

Young Nat Scatorccio x Reader

Summary: you go over to Nats house after school and find yourselves so distracted neither of you notice her dad coming home

Tw: readers internalized homophobia, cursing, violent altercation, use of slurs, panic attack description(ish)

Wc: 1370 (edited version)

Part 1



It’s 96 degrees in New Jersey the day Natalie Scatorccios father accidentally kills himself.

It’s 96 degrees in New Jersey the day you and Nat start unofficially dating.

Sometimes you used to wonder if it was your fault somehow- the dying. But the day had no traces of sinister energy, only thick June heat that signified the beginning of summer and the end of Sophomore year. You hadn’t known Nat for very long. Tryouts for the Yellowjackets had been a week ago and, before that, she was just some girl in the hallway who listened to weird music and wore cool clothes. Now, she intimidated you, intrigued you, and confused you, just a little. But you hadn’t made many real friends since you moved last year and, well, you liked her. Enough that when she asked if you wanted to come over after the final day of school, you said yes.

You trail behind her through the dust of the trailer park, taking in your surroundings- a wilted plant, a waving neighbor, a sweltering blue sky. When you reach what you assumed to be her trailer, she stops short and turns abruptly. “Ok, we have to be super quiet,” she says nervously, glancing down towards some unknown point, “my mom is probably asleep and she wouldn’t… she doesn’t really like it when people come around,”

“That’s fine,” you say simply with a slight smile. She looks up grinning, though apprehension still lingers in her eyes. She nods and you climb the stairs together.

Nat lightly eases open the door. Sure enough, her mom is asleep on the couch, the glow of an old movie flickering on the small tv screen. Nat grabs your wrist as you slip down a narrow hallway towards her room. She quietly shuts the door and you hear her breath out a sigh of relief. She turns to you with a smile that makes your heart jump and crosses to the tape deck, rifling through cassettes. You definitely don’t have the same music taste, but you find yourself unable to care. It was too fascinating to see Natalie like this: smiling, relaxed, and putting on a tape in her room. You feel your heart begin to race.

“What,” Nat asks, looking over at you staring.

“Nothing,” you say back, quickly looking for something else to talk about. “I like your posters.”

“Thanks,” she says, flopping down onto her bed before grabbing your hand to pull you down next to her. “ Sooooo…. do you think we’ll make the team,” she asks, propping her hand on her chin, with an almost shit eating grin.

“I know you will,” you groan. “They need like 4 midfielders and you were so good, I missed like half of the goals.”

“Well then it’s a good thing Sweepers hardly ever have to score,” Natalie says. You roll your eyes but smile back at her.

“You know, I wouldn’t have taken you for a soccer player,” you say, sitting up to face her.

“What’s that supposed to mean,” she asks with a touch of sarcasm.

“I don’t know, you don’t seem like the type for organized school sports,” you say. When you first met Natalie, she seemed like she didn’t give two shits about anything, but as you got to know her she surprised you all the time. She played soccer, she cried at movies where the dogs died, and she was actually pretty smart.

“I’m not really. I guess I just like soccer.” She says it thoughtfully, as though she hadn’t figured it out herself and let her head fall back to the mattress. Her dark hair is splayed out around her face and her cheeks are flushed slightly from the heat.

Suddenly the room feels small.

“You’re staring,” she says, though she sounds more nervous than teasing.

“Am not,” you say, trying to laugh it off and looking down at your hands.

“Are too,” she argues back, like you’re toddlers again.

“Well you’re blushing,” you shoot back, your throat beginning to feel thick. Bees in your stomach and concrete in your esophagus suffocate you at the thought of this conversation.

“Well, it’s like a million degrees out, Y/n,” Nat mutters, licking her lips. Your eyes track the movement and she notices. Her gaze flickers back to yours and the air feels thick and buzzing. She’s watching you intently now. You should look away. You should say something. But you don’t.

Instead, Nat props her elbow underneath her, sitting back up. You can see her eyelashes clumping around her mascara and the way her breath disturbs the dark hairs farming her face, just a little

“I kinda want to kiss you,” Nat says quietly and quickly, avoiding eye contact.

Your heart stops all together.

“I’m, uh, well… I’m not.. uh I’m not gay,” you stutter.

“Okay,” Nat shrugs, as if that isn’t the point.

“Okay,” echo. But you still find yourself leaning in, slowly, leaning in until your lips touch Nat’s soft, full ones.

You had kissed boys before. Hell, you had a boyfriend at your last school. But this was different. You were afraid to even think the word ‘better’, but somewhere in your subscious, you were screaming it. She was gentler: her nose was smaller, her skin was softer, and her hair tickled your cheek.

She pulls back a fraction, eyes flickering between yours, with anxiety. ”Was that okay,” she asks, voice softer than you’d ever heard it. You wish you could scream no. Tell her that you were in fact, not gay, and run out of the trailer. But you can’t. Because it was okay. It was more than okay.

So you nod, not trusting your voice. And she returns a shy smile.

She leans in, this time with more confidence, and your lips meet again. You remember something you mom used to say: once is an accident, twice is on purpose. This time it’s less tentative and more certain. You’re painfully aware of the way she pulls you closer. How her arm snakes up to cup your cheek. How she pulls you down flat onto the bed…

The door slams open.

“Fuck,” Nat says and you can only register the panic in her eyes for a moment before she’s darting towards the distrubance. You hear the screaming before you see his face.

“Who the fuck is this Natalie,” he says, trying to move the girl out of the way. You realize he means you. ”Is she a fucking d*ke. Are you fucking d*ke Natalie.”

Your stomach drops. Shock begins to wave over your body, depriving you of your higher senses.

“Dad stop, it’s nothing, just stop” Nat screams, pulling him back before he can reach you. Your ears ring with the word ‘dad’.

“Do you think I’m fucking stupid,” he yells. You look over at Nat as she comes toward you in a blur.

She’s horrified, her breathing is erractice, and she seems to be on the verge of tears. She grabs your arm and pulls you up. “Just go,” she says, desperate and panicked.

Disoriented, you stumble to grab your bag and begin to run out the door. Out of the corner of your eye you Nats dad grab her arm abrasively and your heart jumps to your throat. You stop short and turn back to look at her. What would he do for this? You want to stop it, to do something, anything. Her cheeks are wet now. “Fucking go,” she says, sadness etched over every part of her features, and you run. You can hear her dad screaming all the way down the block. Youwonder why her neighbors have never stopped him, but it occurs to you that maybe they’ve tried.

You sprint all the way home and the time you get there sweat has soaked your clothes and you’re on the verge of passing out. Heat laps viciously at your skin and you grab at your chest, willing yourself to breathe. Your mind flashes with all the things that could be happening to Natalie and you’re hit with a wave of nausea.

You stumble inside, tears forming in your eyes, as you go to wash up before your parents arrive home.

[strniohoeee]

Cupid’s Arrow

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Being ghosted sucks, but being ghosted on Valentine’s Day by your boyfriend sucks even more. Is love a losing game, or is there space for redemption?💌

Warnings: None, kinda boring. Kinda ass. Sorry love yall😼💞

Song for imagine: Love Is A Losing Game- Amy Winehouse

Another Hallmark holiday, here we go….

I can’t believe this, he fucking forgot our date

My eyes squinted as the sun setting left rays peeking in between buildings causing a ghastly beam of light into my orbs.

Rolling my eyes and looking away from the window my fingers played with the hem of my babydoll shirt. It was white with red hearts on it, perfect for today.

We had planned a nice early dinner and a walk in the town for today. I wasn’t a fan of flowers or balloons or any corny traditional Valentines Day tactics. I just wanted to spend the day with the person I loved the most. Or thought I loved the most….

See we had only been together for a year, but known each other for four. Our friendship was amazing and the first 6 months of our relationship, but suddenly it all changed and I wasn’t sure why.

We fought a lot over small things, and he would be so sneaky and shady. We barely would hangout anymore and we’d barely talk or text unless he needed something….

It all started to feel transactional and that’s no way to go through a relationship. But I decided that we should take today the day of love to lay our cards out and figure this all out.

He’s really an amazing guy, and I wanted to make this work; but I began to think he didn’t want the same thing. Looking down at my phone to zero messages and zero missed calls. I sighed a large sigh.

He was now a full hour late, and honestly I knew he wasn’t going to show up. I didn’t even bother to call or text. He showed me his true colors right then and there.

Looking back out the window the sun began to set some more. The Diner was across the street from a drugstore and the amount of men running out with flowers, chocolates and balloons made me scoff. That’s exactly what I mean. It’s a Hallmark holiday so money hungry companies can make boatloads of cash off of lousy men. Why is one day out of 365 days the only day where women should be receiving gifts to show that their partners love them. Bogus….

“Sweety, would you like to order something?” I heard lightly from behind me, snapping my head around when I was met with a cute older woman. Bright red lipstick and powerful blush on. Smiling shyly as I observed her.

“Uhh, sure, could I have a menu?” I asked her

“Oh of course I’ll head up front to grab you one I’ll be back shortly” she replied

She quickly stepped away, and a busser had brought me water over. As I reached for the straw my cutlery set had fallen off the table.

“Shit” I mumbled as I tossed the straw back down

As I leaned to grab it, someone had already bent down and grabbed it. My eyes follow their movement.

“Thank you, sorry about that” I stated as I looked up at the boy and grabbed the set from his hand.

“No worries” he said quietly, I smiled gently at him

He paused for a second and his brows furrowed for a moment.

“Do I know you?” He asked me

“Uhh maybe” I said looking back at him, but I had soon realized who he was and my eyes shot open

“Matt?”

“Y/N?”

We said at the same time. Holy shit I knew he sounded so familiar. I hadn’t seen him since sophomore year of Highschool.

“No way, how have you been?” He asked me

“I’ve been good, are you here with anyone?” I asked him as I looked over his shoulder for not only the waitress but potentially someone else coming with him.

“Oh no, no I’m here alone” he said

“Well if you want you can join me” I said gesturing to the seat in front of me

“Oh I don’t know I don’t want to intrude” he said shrugging his shoulders

“No it’s okay please sit” I said

Taking a seat in front of me, it felt like Freshman year all over again.

Matt, his brothers and I had been friends since middle school. Matt and I had gotten the closest as he was super anxious and shy and I helped him out of that bubble.

Freshman year we’d walk to this diner almost everyday and do homework as we waited for my dad to come pick us up. We had gotten really close and I even developed a small little crush on him.

Sophomore year rolled around and we didn’t have much classes together, and when his anxiety got really bad he didn’t really come to school often. But we all hung out every weekend.

That was until mid school year when my dad got stationed in Oklahoma for the military. Leaving them behind hurt horribly, but we all texted as much as we could. Obviously as we got older and made new friends we stopped texting and calling, but I still kept up with them on social media until I didn’t.

The summer before going to college my father had been killed in combat. Which prompted my mom, my sibling and I to move back to our hometown in Boston.

I was shocked I hadn’t run into them not once in the four years I’ve been back until now. Crazy how life works.

“When did you get back?” He asked me, the lovely waitress had taken our orders at this point

“Four years ago” I said bluntly

“Wow” he said shocked a bit

“My dad was killed in combat and my mom wanted to lay him to rest in our hometown. So much time had passed I didn’t even think you’d remember who I was” I said giggling

“I’m sorry for your loss, are you kidding? My mom always asks about you. I should’ve kept in contact” he replied shaking his head

“Hey it’s okay, the phone goes both ways” I said offering him a reassuring smile

Our meals had come and as we began to eat, I really remembered why I was originally here.

“No Valentine?” I suddenly asked him and I wasn't sure why

Chuckling softly he swallowed before opening his mouth “no actually we broke up a few months ago and I’ve been focusing on myself. Nick is out with his boyfriend and Chris is with Nate. I wanted to be on my own. Since this is my first Valentine’s Day alone in four years” he said shrugging his shoulders as he ate another fry

“Oh wow, four years” I said shocked as I took a sip of my cherry coke

“I thought I was going to marry her, but I get to her house one day and there she is cuddled up with Dan Camineti” he says laughing

“Dan Camineti? Oh my gosh even out of Highschool he’s still a dog” I said in pure shock

“Guys like that never change” he says laughing

“You poor soul I am so sorry” I said shaking my head

“What’s your story” he states after a moment of silence

“My story?” I ask clearing my throat

“Yeah, why you’re here alone surrounded by a bunch of couples” he says giggling

I stopped for a moment as I looked at him, did I really want to tell him I wasn’t really sure. But my mouth started moving before my brain could stop it.

“Well my best friend of four years slash boyfriend of a year ghosted me this evening. We were already having trouble in paradise and we agreed that today would be the day we spoke about it and figured out where our relationship stands; and judging by his actions I know exactly where it stands.” I said firmly

“Oof what a dick, I’m so sorry” he said shaking his head

“Looks like we hit the jackpot with our love life” I said laughing

We endured more conversations as we finished our dinner. It was now 6:30 after Matt paid our bill. Stepping out into the brisk evening I wrapped my red scarf around my neck.

“Thank you for paying” I said to him as we stepped out onto the sidewalk

“Oh of course it’s the least I could do right now” he said winking playfully.

“Hey, want to walk downtown with me and look at the lights and shops?” I suddenly asked him

“Sounds cool let’s do it” he said smiling at me

We had walked around a bit and stopped into a cafe ordering some hot chocolates. We made our way over to a small bench as we sat down giggling

“No fucking way” Matt said sucking his teeth

“Way! I totally had a fat ass crush on you in high school” I said as I took a sip of my drink

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He said rolling his eyes

“Umm because every girl wanted you and I could not handle that type of rejection” I said laughing

“There would’ve been no rejection, I had a huge crush on you too” he said laughing with me

“You’re lying” I said laughing and going wide eyed

As we were chatting I kept hearing jazz music every now and then.

“What’s that?” I asked him

“Oh that’s Juno’s on the bay” he said pointing to the restaurant behind him

Everytime the door would open for people leaving and entering a soothing jazz song would ooze out and into my ears.

Smiling at the sound my eyes drifted towards the sidewalk when suddenly something caught my eye.

“Oh my god” I say as I shot up

“What?” Matt asks me just as shocked

“That’s his car” I say as I look at my “boyfriends” black mustang parked right in front of the restaurant.

“Are you sure?” He asked me

“Oh I’m sure” I say as I began to walk over to the restaurant

Before I made it to the door I looked over into the glass window when suddenly I felt my whole world crash and burn around me. There he was sitting in front of some girl. Laughing…how could he sit there and be laughing after what he just did to me.

Tears stung my waterline when suddenly his eyes met mine and grew in size. Scooting back from his chair he shot up.

My feet moved before I could register what was happening. Stomping past the restaurant the tears began to fall.

“Y/N wait! Wait!” He called out as the Jazz music faded

“WHAT? WHAT DO YOU WANT “ I asked him angrily

“Listen to me, I’m sorry I’ve been meaning to tell you, but I just couldn’t figure out how to” he said

“I should’ve known…you were distant and sneaky and you’d disappear for days on end. I can’t believe you” I said scoffing

“Listen I’m sorry, I love you but I’m not in love with you” he said.

“I hope you have the best life. We’re done. Don’t ever call or text me. Don’t come by my house and don't dare keep in contact with my mother. I never want to see you again.” I said as I wiped the tears from my face

“Don’t don’t cry” he said walking closer

“Leave me alone” I said backing up

“Listen I’m sorry” he said inching closer

“She said leave her alone” Matt suddenly states as he walks by my side

“Matt… you’re worried about me and you’re out with him?” He says scoffing

“He’s my friend..and has been since middle school. Don’t turn this on me” I said getting angry

“Yeah friend sure let’s see how long that lasts” he says laughing

“Come on man, don’t be such a dick just go back to your new girl and leave her alone ” Matt said stepping in front of me

Rolling his eyes and scoffing at Matt he stepped away and went back to the restaurant.

Turning to me Matt begins to laugh

“Tanner Crowley? Come on Y/N he’s dumber than a door knob” he said laughing which then caused me to laugh

“He really is, but he’s so damn cute” I said giggling as we began to walk away

“You’ll find better fish in the see” Matt said winking at me again

“Now let’s get you home” He said as we crossed the street

We lived near the downtown area so it was a nice little 25 minute walk. We spent most of the walk sharing funny memories and giggling like we were in school again.

“Oh my gosh remember when our parents caught Nate and my sister kissing freshman year” I said laughing

“Holy shit I do! My brothers and I were there at his house when his parents were scolding him it was the funniest shit ever” he said snorting

“And my sister made some dumb story up about practicing mouth to mouth for CPR training” I said laughing

“That was hilarious, man the good old days” he said clearing his throat

“They were” I replied

Sooner than later we approached my moms house. Matt had walked me to the front door.

“I had so much fun today, thank you for that” I said smiling at him

“Thank you for allowing me to sit with you as we chatted about our sad love lives” he said nodding his head

“Always!” I responded giggling

“We should hang out again soon” he said scratching the back of his neck

“I’d so love that, my mom would die to you and your family” I said smiling at him

“Cool… we will….uh… I will set that up” he said a bit nervous

“Goodnight Matt” I said lowly

It was a good 10 seconds of staring into each other's eyes when suddenly we both leaned in. Our lips crashed together in a cute passionate kiss. A kiss that would make me squeal when I spoke about it. A kiss that was like butterflies and fireworks in my stomach.

Pulling away we looked at each other's eyes again.

“I’ll see you around” I said smiling shyly at him as I opened the front door

“I guess I’ll see you around too, have a good night” he responded back

“Good night” I said giggling before slipping into my house and shutting the door behind me.

Who would’ve thought I’d be shot by cupid's arrow so suddenly….

The End

Idk what the freak prompted me to write this, but I could not get this idea out of my head since yesterday. Even though I’ve been gone for so long I still appreciate the support and love I’m still getting 🫶🏽🖤. Not sure when I’ll post again, so until next time I love ya 🖤

-J💅🏽

[kittendreaw]

Has Anyone Else Died For You? | Megumi Fushiguro

01: Glory and Gore

Words: 3.8 k

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We gladiate, but I guess we're really fighting ourselves

Roughing up our minds, so we're ready when the kill time comes

Wide awake in bed, words in my brain

"Secretly you love this, do you even wanna go free?"

One day he calls you a whore and then he's in your room...For a school project!

First Day of your sophomore year of college, you probably would have been excited if it wasn't for all the drama at the end of the previous year still had your friends angry, they still refused to talk to you and even though you understood their annoyance you also knew that it had all been a big stupidity Because everything they said was a lie and you still didn't understand where that rumor had come from.

You walked into the classroom, giving your friends, or rather ex-friends, a look and sweet smile, but they just rolled their eyes in annoyance. Okay, you weren't forgiven yet.

And they were still bitches.

You couldn't deny that you felt completely out of place, that place that had belonged to you for so long was no longer there and although probably in a few more days they would forgive you and everything would go back to how it always was, for the moment you had to move on with your life.

The only free place was the one next to Megumi Fushiguro.

You knew him but no more than the others, you knew his name, you knew that a rich man had adopted him and you knew some of the things they said about him but You've never talked to him before. You didn't want gossip created by other people to influence your opinion of him, so you were willing to have the best attitude and make a new friend.

In any case, it is not that you had any other option, you did not know when they were going to forgive you and you did not like others enough to make you want to integrate into them So the lonely outcast would be the best option.

It's not that the rest had gone out of their way to exclude megumi, he had just walked away and being too asocial and mysterious will give the others reasons to talk. If you don't give them anything, they'll make it up.

You sat in the free chair next to him, looked at him with your kind gaze and sweet bright smile. "Hello, Yn Yl." and there was no response. He just stood there with his back leaning against the back of his chair, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes on the board. It seemed like anything playing on his earbuds and that soft board were more interesting than talking to you. "I didn't see another empty place, so I thought I'd sit here." You tried again to start a conversation. He looked you up and down with the deepest blue eyes you've ever seen.

"Dressing like a whore is allowed in the dress code?" your smile wavered a little and although you were sure he wasn't the first person to call you a whore, he was the first one to do it so directly in your face. You blinked a couple of times, thought that maybe you had misheard or that you had confused his words.

"Excuse me?" he stood with the same serious cold face without any expression. He looked you up and down again, Pointing out his point as if it were obvious, and then his eyes returned to yours.

"You heard me." He went back to the same position as before with the clear intention of ignoring you and although you could ignore him too, you weren't going to do it with the way he was talking to you.

"Are you always this rude or is it just a bad day?" He rolled his eyes when you spoke again and turned his face to look at you.

"I wasn't rude, it was just a question."

"Well, I think you are quite rude."

"I don't like lying bitches, that's all."

"What are you talking about?"

"Believe me that your act of good girl and prudish slut doesn't fool me, Yn, I can see through your lies."

"it takes one to know one."

"Think whatever you want." Megumi had never bothered to hide who he was, he was a cruel bastard and always would be like that.

"Same for you."

The rest of the class both remained silent, it was clear the dislike that Megumi felt for you and you had no plans to continue insisting, if he thought you dressed like a whore and that you were a liar That didn't matter to you.

Because only you knew what you really were.

When the class was over you took your bag and walked out of the classroom, you saw Megumi's friends at the door, it was surprising that there were people who really put up with his shitty character, Especially since they seemed to be much nicer than him.

"Hey, so are you Yn's friend now?" you recognized Yuji's cheerful voice as you walked down the hall, you had a very good ear for other people's conversations. Gossip girl? Probably. You couldn't help it, you liked to stay informed.

"I have no fucking idea what you're talking about."

"You were sitting with her."

"She was sitting with me, it's very different." He put an end to that topic and the pink-haired boy had no choice but to change the conversation.

In the break you would normally go to your usual place in the cafeteria with your friends but it was not something you could do now, you went to the edge of the forest which is next to the campus courtyard, it was a quiet place and far enough away so that you did not have to worry about someone seeing you eating alone.

It's not that you care what others say about you, right? By this point you must have been more than used to all the gossip behind your back. You just didn't want to show any kind of weakness, you were still the same person, whether they loved you or not.

You sat against the trunk of a large tree and ate your lunch concentrating on the playlist what you had chosen and how peaceful the landscape was in front of you.

You noticed how two silhouettes were also approaching the forest, you tried to focus your eyes, you couldn't help it.

You recognized one of them, it was Megumi and next to hin a girl you didn't know but it didn't matter, you didn't have to be too smart to know what they were going to do. You understood that he was attractive, you weren't going to deny it but you didn't understand how anyone could stand him.

You didn't take your eyes off megumi, and he noticed it, looked at you, and you could swear that his gaze on you felt like a silent threat.

You just raised an eyebrow at what could be a "What?" and looked away, You weren't going to get in trouble.

You entered the classroom before the end of recess, there wasn't much to do outside, you didn't like to be alone, not anymore, you had become so used to being surrounded by people that this was almost like a new feeling.

At the moment the only person you had left was Choso, whom you had put aside for a long time because he didn't "fit" your status, he had always been there for you, you didn't really deserve that guy.

If he stayed in school everything would be easier, you would have someone to be with, talk to and to sit with, but he had to leave school and dedicate his time to work. He was the one who took care of his family, it really made you a little sad that someone so good had so many responsibilities.

The week went by quickly, you didn't talk to megumi again, well, except for the Wednesday when you asked him to borrow a pencil and he told you: "what kind of idiot doesn't bring a pencil to school" and of course he didn't lend you a shit.

It was already Friday and it probably could have meant the beginning of a wonderful weekend in which you would do absolutely nothing if it weren't for the fact that the teacher decided to leave an assignment in pairs, Megumi and you were together and of course he was the only one who asked if he could do it alone, but the teacher left him no choice.

"Hmm." you tried to start. "What day is okay for you?" you asked in a slightly shy tone that only made him feel more disgusted: he hated that little tone in your voice. You were just trying to be nice, even if he'd been rude to you you weren't going to get on his level, you'd be better.

"Tomorrow at 3:00 p.m. On your place." He wasn't asking you, he was giving you instructions. You probably wouldn't have argued with him if it weren't for the fact that you had plans that day and definitely didn't want him near your house. It's not that you were ashamed of what you had, you knew that your parents had worked very hard and you thanked them but there was nothing you would like to show off.

"I can't." Anything you said just made him angrier and angrier.

"What do you mean you can't?"

"I have plans," and he let out a scoff.

"And your plans are more important than this year's first project?"

"I'm not saying they are." Well, maybe for you a little, it had been a long time since you had last seen Choso, you wanted to hang out with him, vent and talk shit about your ex best friends. "But I think it's a little rude to cancel." And you didn't want to, but you couldn't say that. "But we could do it today after school or even on Sunday."

"I can't"

"What do you mean you can't? You replied to his question in a mocking tone, you were just trying to joke around and be friendly, maybe you still held out a bit of hope that he had just had a bad week and his attitude changed, not that you cared about him but you were stuck with him all that semester and you couldn't stand being silent for so long anymore. You regretted your joke a bit when you noticed that his expression hardened and his eyes darkened, he didn't think you were laughing with him, but at him.

"It's none of your business, we'll do it tomorrow." Perhaps Choso's visit would have to wait only because Megumi decided to be adamant.

"And it has to be in my house?"

"Well, I'm not going to invite you to mine" you had to resist the urge to roll your eyes you have to keep the sweet Attitude, you didn't know how someone could be like that, it was annoyed and disgusting.

"My parents don't agree that a gu-"

"I can bet I won't be the first man in your dorm room so stop the act of prudish, Yn." You didn't understand why he seemed to hate you so much.

"Yes, sure." you muttered. Maybe your stomach churned at his comment, maybe that feeling stayed all day, maybe that moment was repeated over and over again in your head, you didn't understand why it affected you so much, you knew he wasn't the first person to call you a whore but maybe the fact that he wasn't a hypocrite and said it to your face which made your stomach churn.

You could already anticipate that Saturday wouldn't be better, for the first time you weren't so excited that the weekend is coming.

The day was good, summer was coming to the end and you could already feel it, it was rainy and you wouldn't have to leave the house. You and Choso were in your bed, Twilight was playing on the TV as white noise, he had arrived first thing in the morning, not that you were complaining he made for you the most delicious pancakes for breakfast.

"You know, maybe I could ask Yuji to spend lunch with you."

"No need Cho, I'm a big girl, I'll be fine on my own."

"Yes but-"

"I swear." You put your hand on his thigh causing the tapping of his foot on the ground to stop. "Besides, a little  of lonliness doesn't hurt."

You didn't like that he did that, you didn't like that he believed that you needed friends, you weren't so alone and this was definitely not affecting you so much, you let them talk and you went on with your life, you were better than all of them or at least that's what you repeated to yourself every day as if it were a mantra.

"You always have time alone."

"And a little more isn't going to kill me, I swear."

Choso cares about you the same way he cares about his brothers even when you let him stand by for so long he was still there with you.

You both may seem completely different but you fit together like the pieces of a puzzle.

"So... Don't you want me to stay? I'll be quiet, I'm not going to bother you."

You shook your head. "You can go home, Cho." You noticed the fact that Choso didn't like you being alone with Megumi ever since you told him that he was your partner but he had managed to keep his displeasure contained up to this point.

"I don't know, Fushiguro has never seemed trustworthy to me."

"And why?" You tried to look surprised because you couldn't be less, of course you understood why Megumi didn't seem to be trustworthy.

"It's just that I don't think he's a good person, I don't like Yuji spending so much time with him, something tells me that he's not a good influence and I don't like the idea of leaving you alone with him." Choso had a very good instinct, with almost no margin for failure, perhaps he has developed it after years being so overprotective and although he controlled himself a little more with you he did not leave that Overprotection aside 100%.

"Remember that you can't judge a book by its cover."

"I know, I really know. Will your parents be late?" he ask hoping that you won't be alone with him for so long.

"Probably until after dark."

"I can stay." He seemed to keep hoping a bit that you would tell him to stay, but you didn't want to make things even more uncomfortable than you were already sure they would be.

You doubted Megumi would behave decently just because he was at your house.

"I'll be fine, I'm completely sure of that, and if something happens I'll call you, pinky promise." Choso left your house after you repeated at least 5 times that you would call him if something happened or if you didn't feel safe with Megumi.

Megumi was more punctual than you would have expected, at 3:00 he was already desperately knocking on your door and at 3:01 you had to see his ugly face again when you opened the door.

"Do you really live here?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, you felt your expression tighten, not that you lived in a pigsty but of course your home was small in front of someone who was lined with money like Megumi.

"Yes, come in." You weren't going to argue with him about this.

"How funny, I would have always thought you were a rich girl." He walked into your house while observing his surroundings in.

"There are few rich people in this town" He just muttered a little "I guess so" as he followed you to your bedroom, he couldn't help but a grimace would form on his face as soon as he walked in.

"Aren't you already a little old for this?" Too pink, too many ribbons and lace, too many stuffed animals and old dolls, it might as well be a room of a horror movie about a possessed girl.

"What's your problem?" You couldn't help but get defensive, with the attitude Megumi had had before, of course you doubted that he wasn't trying to annoy you.

"Relax, Angel." That little nickname felt completely poisonous coming out of his lips. "It was just a simple question." He slumped into your vintage vanity chair. It was funny how little megumi fit in your bedroom, sitting there surrounded by all those light colors, pearls and hearts while dressing in black leather, crosses, chains and military boots. Just as he did with the living room, he began to look around your room.

"Are you done snooping, Fushiguro?"

"No, not really." You snorted and sat down on your bed.

"What are all those boxes?" He seemed genuine but that made you suspicious because until now he had not seemed to want to talk to you, again you chose to think that maybe you had misunderstood everything or that he was just a little grumpy.

"I usually keep some memories or they are simply things that I don't know where to put anymore." There was a sweet smile on your lips, if he was willing to be kinder then you were more than happy to talk to him.

"Memories." he repeated as his eyes traveled once again through the boxes above your closet. "Any of Sasha's by chance?" you gritted your teeth slightly, you didn't want to think it was a Seizure, you two were best friends he had reason to ask about her.

"Yes." Though your smile became slightly awkward, there it was, sweet and kind. "A lot actually." There was a hint of affection and homesickness in your voice, those were great times even if you didn't recognize it in that moment.

"And you didn't keep any of the letters?" You took a deep breath. "Or did you also discard them?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." was an automatic response, memorized a long time ago but it felt weird coming out of your mouth after so many years. Of course you knew what he was talking about and Megumi was not easy to fool.

"Oh you definitely know what I'm talking about, everyone knows it." Although vague rumors spread when it all happened, you were at the moment where everyone blindly believed in you so everyone's attention was only focused on comforting you.

"People talk a lot and that doesn't mean they're right."

"I know as well as I also know that there is something hidden beneath all that sweetness."

"You don't know shit Megumi."

"Then tell me what happened, tell me your truth, I'm waiting for you."

"Stop this bullshit, you don't know anything about me and you'll never know. What happened wasn't your fucking problem so you're not going to get any explanation because I don't owe anything." He got up from his chair and walked towards you, you felt tense as much as you hadn't been in years, keeping calm was hard in front of him.

"Why are you so angry?" he was taunting you to your face. "It was a simple question."

"You ask a lot of shit."

He shrugged. "I'm curious."

"It. was. A. Provocation." you accused him.

"I think you're just paranoid, but hey I guess there's nothing you need to worry about if what you say is true."

You felt stupid, you knew he was right, if you weren't to blame you didn't have to be angry about his questions but you couldn't help it, megumi knew how push.

"We should start now or it will be late." Seeing how calm He was only made you feel worse, maybe it was just a simple question, maybe you were hysterical for no reason.

You didn't talk more than you needed to, and Megumi didn't bring up the subject again, but you didn't stop feeling tense. You hated the way he looked at you, you hated the little smile on his lips.

"I'll do the conclusion but have to do the cover and that shit." On the way to the front door while you shuffled along with your feet, all you wanted was for him to leave and be alone for a while. "Have a nice Night, Angel" And he left.

You went back to your room and dropped down on your bed, burying your face in your pillow and covering yourself with your sheets, you want to drown down there.

You didn't get out of bed again that Saturday and Sunday wasn't much different.

Monday came and of course you didn't remember the part you had to do to finish the project.

You felt tired, you had just gotten out of bed and you wanted to come back.

"Where is it?"

"Where's what?" You looked at megumi as he sat next to you.

"Your part of the project, the part I asked you to do." You didn't do anything and you didn't have any excuses, he didn't give you time to invent something because he noticed your expression. "Did you forget?"

"I-"

"What do you have in that little head of yours?"

"I-"

"I asked you for only one thing and yet you forgot, I left you the easiest thing and yet you are so useless that you didn't do it."

"I-"

"You forgot it all like the retarded bitch you are and-"

"Are you going to let me speak or not!?" you raised your voice, not too much but enough for him to shut his mouth and it was his turn to listen to you.

"I'll talk to the professor, he'll understand." You didn't let him answer, you just got up from your chair and went to the teacher's desk, you didn't care if you had been rude or not, he had been rude first. Megumi was making you lose your patience.

You invented an excuse that was not too elaborate but credible enough as you imagined it, the teacher gave you the opportunity to swallow it the next day. It wasn't such an important project and you were a good student, the teachers knew you so of course they were a little more lenient with you than with everyone else from time to time.

You returned to your seat with a big smile on your lips. "We can bring it tomorrow."

"Yes? And what did he ask of you in return? A blowjob?"

"Nothing," you said through gritted teeth.

"Right, you would do it for free." You didn't answer anything, you weren't going to fall for another of his provocations.

All the hope you ever had about being her friend was dead, you hated Megumi and you were sure of that.

Notes area

>Sorry for the mistakes, English it's not my first lenguaje.

>Feedback, comments and Suggestions are welcome.

>Thanks for reading.

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@iluv-ace @fishrene

[little2nerdy]

mail time - Neil + Sasha wip

The line at the student mail services was ungodly long. Neil tried to avoid this particular building as much as he could, it was always too crowded for his liking. But since he had no real home address and didn’t want to use the house in Columbia since it was a bit far to get his mail, he resigned himself to waiting. It was also a good way to socialize Sasha with people other than the foxes and practice her tasks.

She’d been trained to watch his back, alerting him to anyone who got too close. She sat patiently between his feet watching as people came in and out, making sure no one startled him from behind. Neil stepped forward as the last person in front of him finally left. 

"What's your name sugar?" Her eyes tracked over his scars in a way that made his skin crawl. He focused on Sasha's presence and took a deep breath.

“Josten.” Giving the name still felt grounding. It was real. He was real. Even after almost six years that novelty still hadn’t worn off. The girl behind the counter flounced off to get his mail while he eyed the bustle of students around him.

“Hey, Neil!” He turned to see Robin bounding up to him just as Sasha nudged the back of his thigh with her nose. He slipped her a treat for a job well done, alerting him to a person approaching even though she knew Robin. 

“Hey Robs, how was class?” The now sophomore goalkeeper had been complaining incessantly about her philosophy professor since the semester started and it didn’t seem to be getting any better.

“Ugh, boring as ever but I’m finally done with that paper so I shouldn’t complain.” The mail girl finally came back and slid a few pieces of mail and one small package at Neil. “Ooh, what’d you get?” Robin eyed the nondescript mailer. He turned it over in his hands, recognizing the return address, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. 

“I don’t know…” He handed her the other mail items stepping out of line so he could tear open the package. Inside was a wallet-sized photo of Andrew’s headshot, it looked almost identical to his headshot for the foxes but instead of orange and white he was wearing orange and black. He looked slightly older, more piercings adorning his face. Neil took out his wallet sliding the photo into place over Andrew’s college one. Neil had requested a copy during a phone call on the day of the photoshoot.

Andrew had been all huffy because his coaches were trying to get him to retire his piercings, but Andrew was steadfast. No one was supposed to come near the goalie during a game, if they were so worried about his piercings they should focus on their defense line he’d said. (If only Kevin had heard him say that). Neil tipped the package and two more items slid onto the table with a folded note. A Denver Outlaws’ velcro patch and black and orange bandanna, he unfolded the note and smiled. 

for my exy junkies -A

[lemongogo]

college … wasted on the youth (me)

[kingdomoftyto]

Oh yeah ANOTHER thing?

It's now canon that Vlad (and by extension probably Danny too) can survive THE VACUUM OF SPACE with no food, water, or air for at least several months if not over a year??

Like yeah we saw him out by Saturn at the end of Phantom Planet but I think a lot of us figured he'd probably die out there (including the characters in the story apparently LOL brutal). But here we have confirmation that (half-)ghosts can pretty much keep going indefinitely on stubbornness alone. Like holy shit, dude. I don't know whether that's awesome or super dark.

[steviescrystals]

i seriously need to get a new job and start making money again asap bc i cannot keep living at home much longer it’s driving me insane

(wrote an entire essay in the tags without meaning to oops)

[itsva1]

Husbands

Husbands that look like they're being interrogated because it's almost 4 am and I spent my entire day painting walls

[creatediana]

"Dark Chocolate" - a free verse quatrain written 1/13/2014

I appear to be sweet People can love me But that doesn’t make me any less Bitter

I'm sharing this not because it's good, but actually because I think it's... worse than amateurish. Embarrassing. I define the word "bittersweet" as a fourteen-year-old high school freshman and I think I've really done something. I don’t flatter myself as something of a great poet now, but even at my most self-critical I know I’m better than this.

All poets must start somewhere. I have people tell me a lot "oh, I just can't write" like writing is some kind of innate personality trait. It isn't. It's a skill you develop, and when you begin you're no more ready to write a good poem than a newborn baby is to ride a bicycle. You work up to it. And if you've got anything more than what I had going on in my head in sixth period before the bell rang in January of 2014, you're already at a better start than I was.

[toastingpencils37]

Bro, the heaters at my school are fucked up.

Yesterday, apparently at the beginning of the day in one of the buildings, the AC on one side was 60 degrees, whereas the other side was at 80 degrees. (I don't have classes in that building during that part of the day)

So they turned off the AC on the hot side. But then around the time 5th period started (my class period in that building), the AC on the other side went up to 80 degrees, so my teacher had to turn it off. And the principle even came to talk to my teacher about it briefly during class.

The AC in that class was apparently still at 80 degrees some point today as well.

And then in my brother's math class yesterday, the AC was really cold. But then today it was really warm.

So yeah. AC's fucked up.

[spaceaudio]

boston2 anniversary is kind of crazy

[stolligaseptember]

i'll die on the hill that p'nui and p'joy are girlfriends and that p'nui is who p'joy is calling each and every time she's gossiping about the dorm

[motionpicturesforcarrie]

i only have stuff on ONE of my bedroom walls. rn id say its like 50% old man stuff, 35% art/other random stuff, and 15% anime stuff in terms of actual surface area… and my ringo tour poster is super big so

[stellardeer]

Yall ever think about how much is passed down between children that adults may be completely oblivious to.

Which goes for positive and negative things.

Like games that an older child taught to a younger one, who then taught it to another child below them the next year. There's plenty of stuff I remember doing that no adult ever taught me.

But that also goes for the bad parts of being young like bullying.

It's why it would be so hard to stop the cycle of bullying altogether. A 5th grader treats the 4th graders like they're all babies and they need to stop doing certain things and act a certain way, and the 4th graders don't like it but they internalize it so they end up doing the same thing to class below them a year later. Or high school seniors treating freshman like absolute dogshit just for being freshman, and they hate it so much but by the time they become seniors they think they've earned the right to do the same thing to the younger kids. So it repeats indefinitely.

And it's not even necessarily something that adults can intervene in if they don't know it's happening. They can give all the bullying PSAs they want and maybe they'll catch one individual act and punish it, but you would have to convince multiple generations of students to drop this behavior in order for it to truly disappear.

[spekktors]

I could be wrong (and I'm completely willing to eat my words, bleem has a habit of blowing my mind with the things he pulls out as a GM) but so much of the fhjy fan theorizing I've seen has hinged on the time quangle stuff and I honestly think it was all just a joke to handwave away the continuity errors that are naturally going to come up when you try to make a coherent and thematically interesting story with a canon that has spanned 6 real life years with multiple campaigns and one shots and 12+ players/PCs