#i know i brought it home bc the case is here

[ironmanstan]

men when theyre sane and normal

[goldentigerfestival]

Yuri's dialogue (JP) is so fascinating to study, like... the repetitive use of certain words/phrases that others use sparingly but he uses constantly. the way it feels like his vocabulary is more expansive than what he uses, but he defaults to a "comfort" level of speech. the way it mixes in with his sort of "street talk" words and the sheer level of informality. the way his "street talk" phrasing is contrasted by the tone of his voice (on that note, people I know who also know JP are also very endeared by these aspects of him so I KNOW IT'S NOT JUST ME!!!).

'cause the thing is, he uses phrases that yeah, other people do use, but he uses a handful over and over and over (contrast to other characters' sparing use of repetition). it's actually... really refreshing? it sounds more relatable and less "video game/anime/JRPG/RPG" writing or something, idk. like closer to how a real person would speak.

I do my best in my translations not to make things sound too stiff across the board, but Yuri makes it so easy. it's why I'm so interested in translating all his lines in Vesperia, like... the actual, original tone for him with his original wording because it's smth Eng only players don't get to experience ('cause even if you listen with JP audio, if you don't know the language, ofc you're gonna miss out on context. it's nobody's fault for not knowing, just... they unfortunately miss out). the thing is, there are a lot of times when the lines in and of themselves are not contextually incorrect in the English ver (usually the situation for smaller scenes, because they altered the text outright for more important stuff which was the stuff that originally set me off, but there were also plenty of cases of just vocal tone shifting with the correct context that still gave off the wrong impression), but Yuri's tone is shifted away from the original in Eng even though it's completely and perfectly translatable.

I am by no means about to translate the entire game because let's face it, I really don't care that much for Vesperia on the whole. I'm kinda stuck with it because Yuri's there lo and behold I actually am WAY more engaged in his stories in Rays, Link and Asteria because it's an amazing character put into circumstances where he actually gets to shine and feels more alive, which Vesperia did not provide nearly as well with its very disjointed story. also, Tales gachas have banger stories that are arguably better than the mainline games, and they regularly make Yuri a very central character to the gachas. Crestoria was also about to do it until they pulled the plug on that game and I'm pretty confident something interesting has been lost to the world. also I just generally don't have the energy or motivation to do that, so... I'll only be focusing on Yuri's lines, especially because his stuff is where the bulk of the messing around was. he's just insanely fun to translate for and I love burying myself head first into his speech.

will I actually finish this project? dunno. will I get around to posting it? whatever I get done (so all of it if I complete it), and if I decide to call it quits then I'll post what I have at the time I decide that. will it take a long time? probably, but I can always mention stuff along the way...

[exopelagic]

talking to him more very much achieved. we just talked for like 4 hours in the kitchen holy shit I need to sleep

[mandarinmoons]

Hi! I’ve been following you for a little while now and I just adore your writing! And I’m feeling brave to finally request a thing ☺️ could I please request an angst/ hurt comfort thing where the unsub kidnaps/ tortures reader. Maybe he and reader are in a secret relationship? And I don’t know I just have this image of Spencer getting frustrated that he can’t find reader and he’s all “BECAUSE I LOVE HER” I don’t know I’m kinda babbling and you can do whatever you want with the request bc your writing is amazing!!

“Spencer! Spencer, help me!”

Those were the last words Spencer heard before you were pushed to the back of a van and taken off into the night.

Spencer was frozen for a moment before the adrenaline kicked in and he ran after you, but he was too late. The car drove off so fast that he never stood a chance. His heart broke when reality set in, where were you being taken? Were you going to be okay? Was he ever going to see you again?

Those were the questions that played over again in his mind as he paced in an office at The BAU. After being treated for some cuts and bruises, Spencer was quick to get back to the line of duty to try and find you. Hotch, however, stopped Spencer from taking another step out the door.

“You need to rest. It’ll do you no good to be out there right now.”

Spencer wanted to fight, he knew you better than anyone else on the team, but with his leg aching he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep up with the search, so he had to stay back.

He felt the taste of blood in his mouth as he was biting his chapped lips so hard they started to bleed. He remembered how you always reminded him to try and quit the habit, a light chuckle left his lips at the memory and he stopped the gnawing so you wouldn’t be too stern with him once you were back.

Or if you were back. No, you had to come back, you just had to, he couldn’t lose you. His anxiety spiked again and he started pacing through the room again, this time with his breathing more irregular.

Penelope noticed Spencer’s actions and quickly moved to try and calm her friend down. She walked to the room and tried to take a hold of Spencer’s arm to try and get him to stop pacing, her fingers caressing his forearms as she tried to get him to take deep breaths.

“Spence, it's okay, we will find her.”

“How? I can’t do anything from here and it’s driving me insane.”

“We’ve found her before and we will do it again just like all the other times.”

“This isn’t like the other times.”

“How?”

“Because I love her!”

Penelope blinked a few times and took in the words Spencer had said. She had her suspicions, which now turned out to be true, but she wished this would’ve been revealed during different circumstances.

You and Spencer had been dating for the past 4 months. With both of you being pretty private individuals you decided to keep the relationship under wraps for the time being, keeping it professional at work and would only attend to more intimate things behind closed doors of each other’s homes.

It was hard at times. There were days when a case was so stressful that both of you needed a break to hold each other, sometimes you’d maybe catch a break when you were in an office by yourselves and you’d press a quick kiss to each other’s lips. It was hard to hide the blush on your cheeks afterwards though and it would’ve been revealed soon enough, namely by Penelope who had gossiped with JJ about her hunch and they were betting to see how long it would take for the secret love birds to announce their feelings.

Apologizing at his outburst, Penelope paid no mind to Spencer’s reaction and pulled him in for a hug, letting him know that she was here for him, the whole team was, and that you would be returned home one way or another.

Hours later, Spencer managed to calm down enough to close his eyes to rest a bit, the only thing keeping him calm was holding onto your sweater. Your scent filled his nose and brought tears to his eyes, when would he be able to hold you again? It was already agony enough that he wasn’t able to have you in his arms during work hours, but now not knowing where you were made his brain work overtime.

His eyes fluttered open when he heard voices coming from outside the office, ecstatic ones it seemed.

Hoping for a miracle, Spencer scrambled to his feet and rushed out the door, his eyes searching for the reason he heard all of the glee. And then he saw it, you.

“Y/N,” Spencer practically ran to you, his arms scooping you into his embrace and holding onto you so tight so he knew he wasn’t hallucinating and that you were really here safe and sound.

“I’m okay Spence.”

Taking your face into his hands, Spencer’s thumbs brushed over the light cuts and bruises on your skin, trying his best not to exacerbate the pain.

“Thank God you’re okay.”

“I thought about you the entire time. You kept me going.”

With teary eyes and a chuckle leaving his lips, Spencer pressed his lips to your forehead in the most gentle way he could. Your arms wrapped around him as you tried to fight off the shaking, resting your head on his shoulder and taking in the warmth of his embrace.

You were safe again, in the arms of the man that meant to you the most.

You can find my masterlist here!

Let me know your thoughts in the comments and like & reblog to support <3

[luvingarisu]

𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙩

early seasons!spencer reid x fem!reader

spencer gets emotional once he realises how much his girlfriend loves him <3

also spot the taylor swift and twilight reference girlies! and apologies for how cheesy this is, it’s very rushed bc exams so it isn’t proofread :(

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

His apartment felt different now that she was here. There was more colour, her pink slippers were next to his, she now kept tulips in a lovely patterned vase in the kitchen, and there was now a thrifted clothing rack in the corner of their shared bedroom for the clothes that refused to fit in the large oak wardrobe.

The atmosphere felt different too. The candles she burned smelled warm, he now couldn’t wait to come home, compared to how he used to feel. Knowing he would be coming home to an apartment that wasn’t empty and lonely filled him with a feeling that was almost indescribable. It was like having butterflies in his stomach, but all so much more than that. Something in his chest blossomed and happiness spread to every corner of his body when he saw her perched on the sofa with her fingers skimming the pages of one of his books, or when he saw her in one of his sweaters with the most adorable frilly apron around her waist when baking in the kitchen.

Though, today was an unusual day off. By some miracle, Hotch had managed to convince Strauss to get another team on-call for the coming week. After three back-to-back cases, all lasting a week long, Aaron knew his team needed to sleep in their own beds.

So there he was, in thick, odd socks many sizes too big for him, a green cable knit sweater, and grey plaid-pyjama trousers on his sofa watching re-runs and more re-runs, waiting for his girlfriend to come home. It felt strange to be the one at home for once, but it was pleasant.

“Spence, honey.” Manicured fingers carded through his long-ish hair, he jumped. She giggled.

“Sorry, you looked like you were about to doze off there,” She circled around from the back of the sofa and sat next to him, thighs touching and arms now tangled together, “guess you didn’t hear me come in, huh?”

“Guess not.” He bashfully winced, embarrassed by his skittishness.

“How was your day off then, genius?” As she asked about his day she pulled a multi-coloured blanket that Penelope had knit Spencer off from the back of the sofa and wrapped it around them.

“Good, it was good.” He leaned his head on her shoulder and cuddled closer. “It was going to read today but I just watched Doctor Who re-runs, I don’t get to do that often.”

“Sounds good, honey.” Y/n smiled softly and kissed his forehead, “you of all people need a lazy day every now and then.”

Spencer silently nodded and slide further down the sofa so he could rest his sofa against her chest. He felt something cold and metallic against his chest. A curious hum escaped his lips. “What’s wrong, honey?”

He sat up straight, now looking down at his sweet girlfriend. He brought his hand to her chest and fingered at the new metal handing from her neck.

It was a cute little golden locket. It looked to be vintage. It was oval in shape and had floral patterns and vines creating a lovely botanic boarder around the locket.

“This new?” He mumbled, still twirling the locket between nimble fingers.

“Oh this?” Y/n softly smiled down and wrapped a gentle hand around Spencer’s wrist while he played with the chain, “Yeah, it’s new. I saw it in a little vintage shop when I was out with Penny last week. It’s cute, right?”

“Yeah, sweetheart,” It did look adorable. It fell neatly just below her collarbones. It was a very her necklace. He imagined it would look well with all of her clothes, especially the sundresses and lacy tanks she loved so much. “It’s very pretty. You look very pretty.”

“You’re the sweetest, Spence.” She grinned widely. She ducked her head and laid chaste pecks along his neck before resuming their cuddling. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He pulled her close and ran his fingers down the side of her arm, his fingers touched her so gently it felt like he was barely there. It was a sweet, rare moment of uninterrupted peace for the couple.

Spencer though, his brain was still whirring. Why hadn’t he noticed the locket this past week? It was more than unusual for him to not notice something new about Y/n. Maybe he should ask.

“Have you been wearing this all week?” She shook her head.

“No, I didn’t want to wear it empty.” She laughed softly, she removed her head from it’s place on her boyfriend’s shoulder and fiddled with the locket’s opening.

“Did you put a picture of Taylor Swift or that other singer you like in there?” He chuckled.

“Lana Del Rey?” She corrected, “and honestly, I thought about it, but no.” She glanced up at him and smiled, he noticed a flustered expression on her face.

Once she got the locket open, he saw it. In a heart shapes frame inside the pretty locket, was an even prettier picture of the two of them. How she managed to get a photo small enough of the two of them to fit inside the locket, he was clueless.

“It’s us?” His voice became quiet, his pink lips formed a small pout.

The picture was simple, they had been out with friends in the summer. He was in casual attire, which was a very rare occurrence, ordinary black trousers and a beige sweater with his usual converse. Y/n was a sight to behold, however. Perched on his lap comfortably in adorable sandal-wedges and a sweet white sundress, she was planting a loving kiss on Spencer’s cheek while he grinned at the camera.

“Of course it’s us,” She looked down as if she had a reason to be embarrassed, “I know it’s cheesy but, I just… I don’t know. I love you. Like, a lot.”

He was for once, speechless.

He suddenly felt like the young, timid, and perpetually awkward twelve year old version of himself with too-long hair and glasses a little too big for the bridge of his nose. Never, and he could not stress the never enough, had he thought that would find someone who cared and loved for him in such a pure, wholesome, unabashed way.

“I love you.” He quickly said. He had never been more sure of anything.

She cooed, obviously enamoured with the man before her. “I know you do, Spence.”

“No, I mean,” He took a shaky breath, “I am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with you. Loving you and being loved by you has made me feel a form of happiness I never thought possible for a person like me. Before I experienced this, love, I thought it would be simple, black and white, but it’s so golden. You’re my golden.”

He’d lifted her hand to his mouth and gingerly placed a teary kiss on the back of her palm. He didn’t let go. He couldn’t let go.

He’d never let her go if she’d let him.

“Spence, honey,” She sniffled. Making her cry hadn’t been his intention, obviously, but he assumes that from her giddy smile and softened gaze that they were tears of happiness, of love, of all things good. “I’m golden?”

He only nodded, but that was all she needed.

“You’re my golden too, Spencer.”

[trulyhblue]

Until We Moved Away

Kyra Cooney-Cross x Swedish! Reader

Warnings — fluff, coarse language, childhood friends w/ benefits

A/N — cried maybe three times in the past three hours because I had to rewrite this since it was deleted 🤭 Anyways, enjoy KCC content bc there definitely isn't enough on here!!

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When you met Kyra, you weren't quite sure what to think of her.

You were a Swedish international and had made your debut from a very young age. You were talented, well known within your country, and made it your life mission to make your family, country, and yourself proud.

You kept to yourself most of the time, choosing to focus on your career and paint a path for your future by working hard and improving on every aspect of your technique, gameplay, and overall performance. You had never played outside of Sweden before, and you were content with your decision. You were privileged enough to live close to home, within driving range, and know your way around. You weren't confused by the language, or troubled by anything in your day-to-day life. You were passionate about your job, you lived football, and you were determined to do anything in your power to win.

When you met Kyra, your mindset seemed to change.

Kyra was from Australia, and the Swedish language was foreign to her. When you first met, the girl complimented your sweater. In return, you told her the Hammarby jersey she was wearing suited her. She sent you a wide, warm smile, and you returned it.

From then on out, your relationship continued to be like that.

Kyra was very charismatic. She often held a lot of energy, and you were fortunate enough to witness it as you grew to know her more. The girl wouldn't know what to do with herself during the long bus and plane journeys, so she decided that talking your ear off was an appropriate solution.

The Australian wasn't very good at planning things, and you quickly realised that you were her guiding hand early on in knowing her. When Kyra didn't have a proper place to stay, she moved in with you permanently, only two weeks in. When Kyra was stuck with understanding your language, you made an effort to try and learn English, just so the familiarity of home would somewhat comfort her.

Kyra experienced homesickness from time to time, which you never really felt before, so you tried your hardest to make her feel at home by buying Australian snacks or making time to research some Australian movies.

When your schedules were empty, on the rare occasion that they were, you made the effort to show her around Sweden, hoping she’d find solace in a foreign country and find similarities between your home and hers.

When the opportunity arose, you managed to find time to get the two of you two plane tickets to Australia. You weren't quite sure how Kyra would react, but grateful was an understatement.

You found yourself falling for the girl in ways you never thought you would. Australia brought something out of the girl. You weren't sure what it was, but a certain aura enclosed her with an entity of warmth, solitude, and contentment. Kyra was in her element, and you felt bad not seeing how being away from home for so long could affect someone as it did to her.

When the World Cup rolled around, you were certain that you were completely and utterly in love with Kyra.

She had asked you on dates before, and you were blind to see them as simply hanging out. It wasn't until you both were due to fly to Australia, ready to prepare with your respected National Teams, that you realised how desperate you were to make that girl yours.

You weren't sure why you didn't just ask then and there, but you had kept the feeling to yourself in case it ruined the relationship you already had.

The two of you would text every night, talking about how it was both your first World Cup and the excitement surrounding it. While you both were relishing the adrenaline of each victory that passed, not realising that the two of you might verse each other.

You were there during the France versus Australia game. You were enamoured by the atmosphere of the crowd, and overwhelmed by the cheers, chants, and excitement around Women’s Football and the impact this tournament has had on the sport as a whole.

You were nervous when Australia lost to England, feeling the weight of your loss against Spain pulling taunt to your heart. You were disappointed in the outcome, not only because you weren't making it to the finals but because you felt like you had let your country down. It was no secret that your contract with Hammarby was ending soon, and no one but you felt as if your performance was costing a renewal.

Kyra had told you a million times how hard you were on yourself, and you always shook it off and told her that it was just passion. You still believed that. You were extremely passionate about everything regarding football. But if Kyra was right about one thing, there was always something more important.

It was clear to everyone in the stadium that both teams were still grieving the loss of the finals. You were exhausted from the games you had played this past month, and fatigue riddled you through the final minute of the Bronze Medal match. You hadn't spoken to Kyra since consoling her after her game against England, knowing that the ambiguity of tonight’s game might tamper with open wounds.

You weren't ready to face the girl after a month of not seeing her. You wanted to hold her, talk to her face-to-face, and tell her how proud you were of all that she has done for her team, her family, and her nation. That girl was all you cared and yearned for. Kyra was this beaming light that you could always confide in, and now that you were competing against her felt like a stab to the chest.

Despite this, you played your heart out. You made sure to keep your defence in the back line strong throughout the ninety minutes, hoping your forwards could break through Australia’s incredible midfield and defence. You were waiting anxiously for the final whistle to blow, relishing the final moments of such a brilliant tournament to be over, hoping the weight of the competition would fall off your chest the moment it was done.

Kyra played her heart out like she always did but with this new-found determination to prove herself. Every tackle, pass and shot was full of purpose and meaning. You watched her effortless talent shine through throughout the match, enamoured by her flawlessness in every aspect that she flaunted.

Your exhaustion sent you to your knees when the referee blew the full-time whistle. You were standing by yourself near the middle of the pitch, burying your face into your hands as they trembled. The adrenaline from the game, and every game you had played that past month, fizzled out from under you. The crowd was drowned out by your heaving breathing. Every muscle in your body ached. You wondered how your family back home was feeling. You wondered whether they were celebrating your third-place win.

Your home, your country, your nation; you hoped and prayed that they were proud of you and your team’s efforts, for you put everything you could into it. You so badly wanted to tell everyone watching that you tried your best.

Your thoughts were flooded into nothing when a soothing hand met the waistband of your shorts. You felt a familiar figure lean into you, the hand moving under your jersey and rubbing comforting circles across your back.

“Always beating me, aren't ‘ya, Älskling?” She muttered, her usual smug tone streaming through. There was no hesitancy in your movements as you sunk into her chest, hugging her chest and sighing as you took in the girl’s familiar scent.

“You played so well, Kyra.” You muttered, your tone much more sincere than hers. “You and the girls deserve the medal more than anyone else.”

“Oh, shush, you're just being modest,” Kyra replied, taking her spare hand and massaging your scalp. “Y’know what I deserve? Some love and affection from you, that's what.”

“What? Is the Kyra Cooney-Cross admitting that she missed me?” You scoffed, nuzzling your face into her neck. She was holding you up by now, keeping your body flush against her own as she rolled her eyes and huffed.

“Go back to being modest.”

You took her words as a sign to prop yourself up, smiling when you caught sight of the flush of her cheeks. “I missed you heaps, if that helps.”

“Oh yeah?” She answered, finding a loose strand of your hair and tucking it behind your ear. You bit your lip, smiling down to where your bodies entangled.

“What's next?” You asked. It question was ambiguous, but the Australian in front of you seemed to have a grasp of understanding as to what you alluded to.

“Kiss me and find out.”

You didn't have a chance to react, feeling Kyra’s lips push up against your own. Her hand reached your cheek, moving her lips against yours, smirking when you started to reciprocate the action.

You must've stayed like that for a while, since you pulled apart feeling out of breath. The flush on both of your cheeks meant a beat of silence, pulling you into your own little bubble that shielded you away from the stadium full of people.

“Wherever you go, I go,” Kyra stated, letting your thumb run a path over the freckles that covered her nose.

You nodded and smiled, and she did too.

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hammarbyfotball

hammarbyfotball — Girlfriends that move together, stay together 💚🤍

Wishing Y/N and Kyra all the best for their Arsenal journey in North London.

Congratulations Girls 🙌🏼

Comments:

user12 — HELP THEY REALLY EXPOSED THEIR RELATIONSHIP IN THE GOODBYE POST AHAHHAHA

^ wowwoso — they like ‘Not my problem now, BYE’ 😋

yourusername — Will miss you!! Thank you for this opportunity 💚

* liked by hammarbyfotball

Kyracooneyx — admin has no shame lol

^ yourusername — Kyra. Log. Off

^ user78 — HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA

wosothings — after that absolute makeout sesh we all saw I think we all saw this coming 😭

^ kxxfan — I'm still in mourning.

^ user77 — no bc why did the camera pan to someone crying to these two shoving their tongues down each others throat I WAS SHOCKED.

y/nkcc — THIS IS HOW I FIND OUT THEY’RE LEAVING???????? i am grieving leave me alone.

matildasswed — admin saw that kiss and thought those two had hard launched.

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arsenalwfc

arsenalwfc — let's welcome two more gunners to North London!

Hammarby Legends Y/N L/N and Kyra Cooney-Cross sign with us after a masterclass World Cup ahead of the 23/24 season!

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Comments:

User22 — THERE IS NO WAY OMGGGG

Stephcatley — welcome girls!!! ❤️

Caitlinfoord — HAHAHA CALLED IT @ mackenziearnold

^ mackenziearnold — shut up.

kccfanx — Hammarby banked after selling these two🥲 just over 700k 💀

^ user90 — they've just lost two of their best players… I think they’ll need all the money they can get in order to replace them.

Bethmead — looking good in red girls 🥰🥰

user34 — both of them joining straight after the world cup kiss???? Coincidence?? I think not 🤭

^ wosox — they really said together forever

yourusername — Thank You ❤️

*liked by arsenalwfc

Hammarbyfotball — congradulations!!!

^ user88 — happy for them BUT IM IN MOURNING

^ user2 — I'm distraught.

kyracooneyx — yeah the Aussie tan @ yourusername

^ caitlinfoord — simp

^ alannakennedy — simp

^ mackenziearnold — simp

^ kyracooneyx — I was talking about mine but ok.

^ wosofan — HAHAHAHAHAHA

user2 — gonna miss them in Sweden

^ IK 😭😭😭

cooneyxfan — are they really soft launching their relationship with a transfer post????

^ kyracooneyx — yes lol.

^ cooneyxfan — AINT NO WAY

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[project-sekai-facts]

so do they just like. not have food in any of these sekais other than the street sekai? i’d imagined there’d at least be a cafeteria or something in the school sekai, but they probably would have brought it up here if that was the case.

It's weird bc School SEKAI definitely has a canteen, so I'm assuming the food just spawns in daily and there isn't a kitchen or anything. Or home ec classes.

Wonderland SEKAI also has food god knows where it's from maybe they have a magic oven like in cartoons. Maybe Tsukasa just wills it into existence. I don't like that the Rin card implies the plushies have a digestive system but we won't think about that right now.

Stage SEKAI and Empty SEKAI do not have food, it has to be brought in from the outside (not counting Mafuyu's apple).

[thejujvtsupost]

Hello, I am a first timer here. I would like to humbly request something. Can I please request for a Platonic Nanami and adopted daughter reader. The reader is not used to a normal environment and they are used to fighting and surviving

Girl Dad Transformation

I’ve been stewing over this so hard bc it’s been giving me the cutest ideas!!!! And ofc Yuuji is so big brother coded here.

Notes: F!reader, brotherly!Yuuji, Nanami and his adopted daughter 🥺. That’s it.

Nanami didn’t think about the long term impact of adopting the orphaned sorcerer. Surely he wouldn’t change that much…

All he knew was there was a 5 year old girl clutching her only toy- a stuffed bear, who could see ‘scary monsters’ and no longer had any family, thanks to the curse that was tormenting humans for fun; he was just a little too late.

The poor thing was terrified. In the blink of an eye his hand was seized by a freezing, much smaller one with a death grip.

Nanami got you looked at by Shoko and you refused to let go of him the entire time. By the looks of it, you were malnourished and you frequently got injured from curses. Your home life was fairly unstable too, financial issues and absent-detached parents. Shoko got a lot more information from you than he ever expected, piecing together some of your history from your seemingly unrelated answers, as children do.

“She’s going to have to stay for observation, probably several weeks until we can get her healthy enough. She’s going to need a special diet too, I haven’t seen a case this bad in a long time and she’s too young for cursed energy.”

His heart was crushed for you, when was the last time you had somewhere stable? “Why are you telling me?”

“You found her, she’s clearly attached to you and you know you can’t turn away now. You look at her like she’s Itadori. It’s just until I can find a place for her at a home or foster.” Shoko never fails with her dead pan demeanor and sass.

She was also right.

He looked back at you, you were passed out in your hospital bed covered by several blankets and hugging your bear. Finally, you were warming up. Finding you a home could take months if you went to a foster or orphanage… “Don’t bother,” he swallowed thickly, “I will adopt her.”

Shoko’s face softened further, “You can’t go back on it, you already earned her trust. If you’re really sure then I think this will be good for both of you.”

He did his best to be at your bedside when he could, and you were quiet but clearly in need of comfort. Your favorite thing to do was have him read to you with cartoons on a low volume in the background. “Nami, book?” Nanami picked up a book off the stack Shoko brought and started reading. No complaints, and after the first few days he didn’t bother hiding his smile anymore.

He spent a fortune on converting his spare bedroom into yours. He didn’t even know what 5 year olds liked, but according to the first years and Shoko, he needed to make sure you had various toys (he bought everything Yuuji pointed out to him- Yuuji definitely went overboard but Nanami didn’t stop him), clothes and of course you’d need signed up for school.

When the adoption was final and he brought you home for the first time, he was thoroughly instructed how to parent by then, he was ready.

You… weren’t. Not yet. You didn’t know that your room was yours. All the toys and clothes, everything was yours. ‘Nami’ kept the ‘scary monsters’ away too…

“Hey it’s okay honey, I know it’s a big change.” He wiped the tears from your chubby cheeks and smiled softly. “You belong here, you’re safe now.”

A grown up was taking care of you, for good this time.

It was a journey every day but worth it as you came out of your shell, and he encouraged you with a gentle hand. Of course there were setbacks too. He wasn’t perfect, he definitely wasn’t good at laundry at first.

He was new to parenting and it was exhaustingly difficult to navigate yet he was completely whipped for you, never turning down a tea party or invitation to watch cartoons together. He became a complete girl dad overnight.

All it took was, “Nami! Play!” And he’d be on the floor in the living room playing with the doll you handed him.

You started eating more, even requesting different meals when he asked what you were in the mood to eat. “Nami, can we have soba?”

Nanami couldn’t say no to you. “Soba sounds great.” He’d have the softest smile on his face too.

You played more often, and eventually made friends! Yuuji claimed the title as your first friend but you were encouraged to make more- he helped you practice asking your classmates about themselves and how to invite them to play with you.

And Nanami… he never forced you to call him dad. He loved you more than he ever thought possible. He was always proud to call you his daughter, bragging about your excellent kindergarten grades and your recent achievement of becoming the line leader at school for the week.

But the first time you did happened a month in, while doing your bedtime routine and picking out a night night story. Instead of ‘Nami’ he was gifted: “Daddy, can you read the star book?” He let out a tear and hugged you tight.

Nanami tucked you in, kissed your forehead and sat on the edge of your bed, “Yeah honey, I’ll read you the star book.”

Thinking about making a request? Check my bio to see if they’re open and stay tuned <3

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high masking autistic steve snippet - a follow on from this and this

wc: 2.5k | rated: T | cw: none | tags: autistic steve harrington (and eddie but again this is about steve), hurt/comfort, established relationship, stimming

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Steve is spending the evening doing one of his new things. Where he takes time to just be. It’s recovering, or Stevie time, or whatever Eddie and Robin have decided it should be called. 

He’s alone basically, and it’s nice, because he’s letting it be nice. Letting it be restful. 

It’s for when he’s had a meltdown. Or can feel one coming on, because now he’s starting to recognise what overstimulation feels like on his skin. How it prickles at the back of his neck if his breaks cut short, makes his vision vignette if something too unexpected happens. 

Learned that after something like that he’ll need to rest. Needs time. 

And it’s not lazy. It’s not. (Sometimes it still feels like it is.) (Weak…that word always plays in the deep, scathing tone of his father’s voice…and selfish.)  

He’s on the couch, it’s dark, he actually feels really comfortable, and he’s watching The Breakfast Club. Watching it again. It’s his favourite, it feels like his. But he doesn’t like watching it with other people because they might notice how much he likes it and he doesn’t want that. Can’t be seen like that.. Embarrassing. 

So he watches it alone, when he gets home from work. He pauses whenever he wants, rewinds, pauses. Takes a deep breath, rewinds, pauses, stares into space. 

He also pauses to eat the snack he brought in. Actually tasting the food bc it’s the only thing he has to focus on. No lights, no sounds. He forgot how much he likes oranges when they’re ripe. Harder to taste if he has to listen at the same time. So, on a day like today, he lets himself do stuff one step at a time. 

It’ll probably take him double the normal run time to get all the way to the end. But who cares? It’s his time. 

The weird girl’s parents driving off; that feels like him. The jock’s Dad letting him off easy; that doesn’t feel like him. ‘No schools gonna give a scholarship to a discipline case.’ Maybe that does feel like him. Before through. A long time ago now. 

He claps sometimes. Keening high in his throat, a little happy hum that he only lets himself do when he’s alone like this. He does it after he whistles the same tune they do. And during the scene of them running around the corridors. It’s exiting. Makes his lips stretch wide and his feet flap around. He claps. Once. Twice. It feels good. 

He laughs at the characters. How they merge together with bits of his friends. He feels that swell of happy sad emotion looking at the jock when he first comes in, acting above the others, only seeing Molly Ringwald. He lives through a couple flashbacks of himself. Resigns to actually watch them, sit in them, begins to process who he was. Who he’s becoming now. Something like forgiveness tasting sweet on his tongue. He cries a little; that swelling and shifting as buried emotion finally passes. It overcomes him sometimes when he lets his mind relax.. He rewinds, and he laughs. 

“Stevie?”

Steve starts, fingers tangle in the blanket in his lap. Brain slow to process the change, the information. Eddie slipping through the door and coming over to him. Eddie dipping to look at Steve’s face, trying to catch Steve’s eye. Eddie smelling like cigarettes and crisp autumn air, it’s nice, but, it’s a lot. Panic sits bubbling somewhere in him. He wasn’t expecting this. 

“…Eddie?”

“Hey sweetheart. I know you had a shitty day, but Wayne’s at home with a headache and he needs to sleep it off. Wouldn’t’ve been able to stay quiet enough for him.”

Steve breaths in and out a little quickly. Eyes wide. 

Maybe it’s okay. Eddie knows he had a bad day. Maybe it’s okay.

“I’ll sit in the kitchen, work on my campaign, just forget I’m here.” Eddie speaks quietly, almost a whisper. 

He stares at his hand in his lap. “..You won’t, listen?” Steve feels small. Knows he’s not, his frame broad and strong. But, he needs small. Wants his world small tonight, slow. Wants to stay hidden. Him and the couch and the film and nothing else. 

Eddie just shakes his walkman and smiles (in that pointy way that makes Steve’s toes curl). 

“Kay” Steve whispers, still wary, off kilter. But accepts the kiss Eddie drops on his head, tangling their fingers together for a breath. Steve leans forward for a kiss on the lips. It’s deep, and lovely. Steve can smell Eddie’s cologne. Feels where the chill bit at Eddie’s nose. He shivers.

“No cooking.” Steve mumbles while their lips are still close. Small smile pulling at his face, eyes sharp, waiting for Eddie to get it. 

Eddie groans quietly in embarrassment but his eyes are soft and molten and Steve’s toes curl up again. “Course not baby, not again. Once you’re hungry just come through, yeah? Make us something nice.”

And the light of the kitchen doesn’t reach the couch. And Eddie listens to his walkman loud. And Steve’s safe. It’s Eddie. He’s not listening. Steve’s safe. 

His favourite scene; Bender and Claire in the stock cupboard. The way he looks so shocked, the way she bites her lip. ‘Why’d you do that?’ ‘Because I knew you wouldn’t.’ Steve whispers as they do. Claps. It’s such a good scene. He’s exited. He claps again. Rewinds to just watch her face. Rewinds to just watch his. Rewinds and watches the whole scene again. Wraps his arms around his middle and squeezes. Pauses on the kiss. He rubs his fingers agains his mouth. Giddy excitement bubbles in his belly. He hums high and happy again. He loves this movie. 

The weird girl gets a makeover, the jock really likes it. He feels like the weird girl sometimes, maybe Eddie can be his jock. Maybe he should get a makeover. Maybe keep growing out his hair. Maybe Eddie would like that. 

The credits roll. Bender’s fist in the air. Steve drifts on the couch, eyes closed. He breaths deep, his stomach growls. 

He pads through to Eddie. Squinting. Too bright. “D’you mind?” He motions to the lights, his eyes too adjusted to the dark and he doesn’t even wanna try and adjust them back. 

‘‘Cause. What we making?” 

Steve hums, goes into the pantry to see what’s easy. Eddie slips in behind him, hand on his waist. “Pasta?” Steve asks but Eddie doesn’t reply, just turns him gently. Nudging him to step back into the corner. 

Eddie looks at him, dips forward to place a slow kiss on his neck. “Why’d you do tha..’ Steve’s words dry up in his throat. 

“Because I knew you wouldn’t” and Eddie’s eyes are sparking with glee.

Eddie heard him.

He listened.

Steve’s feels himself flush hot, embarrassed and ashamed. “Ah, I, uh.” He can’t explain it, why he had to watch it so many times, why it makes him so exited. He crosses his arms over his chest. Turns back to the shelves of food and picks a can at random. Shoving out of the room. 

“Steve?”

Eddie said he wouldn’t. He listened in on him. He said he wouldn’t. He’s making fun of him. Steve knew he should’ve told Eddie to go home. 

“Stevie? What’s wrong?” But Steve doesn’t want to talk to him. He’s so angry, So ashamed, of himself. What if Eddie heard him clap too, heard him make that high noise, like a fucking baby, like some freak. 

He puts the can on the counter with way too much force, corn, not what he fucking wanted. His hands are shaking. He stares at them, wills his tears to stay behind his lash line. He got too comfortable, he can’t do that. Why is it so hard to pretend now, when it used to be so easy. 

“Steve, tell me what I did, please.” 

“‘M fine” Steve’s insides feel too big, pushing against his skin, itchy all over. He squeezes himself around his middle again, digging his fingers in hard. 

“Don’t do that, you know I hate when you bullshit like that.” Half lovely, half scathing.

The word stinks, a stab to the gut. But Steve gets it, he does, they talked about it. He bites his lip, hard. 

Its old habits or whatever. Because Steve, he loved fine. Liked sinking his teeth into it; toxic waste green coating his mouth and lungs. Thick and delicious. Because fine gets you out of it. Fine gives you translucency. Controlled balance. Everything appearing a none issue, the perfect in-between. Steve was perfect at coming off as something to not worry about, someone to be ignored. It used to work in all situations; can’t get told off if you’re fine, cant do anything wrong, teachers didn’t look twice, his parents wouldn't shout. By staying half alive, never letting anyone too close, never filling your lungs up all the way. That was the fine Steve adored. 

“You were literally just watching a movie. I dunno what the big deal is.” and there’s frustration, confusion, in Eddie, Steve thinks. He feels himself tense up, glance over.

Eddie must see something on his face. See that scared little animal prowling around within him. Because Eddie softens, his voice gentle. “Steve.. it’s nothing I hadn’t heard before.’ And Steve’s teeth clamp together with a click. He’s done that, his clap and his high hum, in front of Eddie before? Steve tries to swallow, he can’t, a lump too big and sticky in his throat.

He can’t look him in the face, angry tears still threatening to spill “You said you wouldn’t listen.” He’s mumbling. He sounds even more like a kid. Stupid. Grow up.

“I heard a little but I was just flipping the tape over, I wasn’t trying to snoop on you Stevie… You just, you sounded happy.” 

Steve huffs. Glances at Eddie. That soft underbelly of his whining, because with Eddie, Steve yearns. Yearns for close. Yearns to be seen, and understood.

“You didn’t mean to?” 

“No, it was just when I was turning the tape.” 

Steve forces a deep breath. 

“You think I’m weird. You hate me.” He whispers it like it’s true. A big part of him believes it, his tears welling up. Feels rejected. Knows that feeling too well. Hates it. 

“Always like you Steve. Always.”

Steve grunts, a tear slips out, rolls down his cheek.

“‘M embarrassed” comes out like an ugly sob. Steve scrubs his palms on his cheeks, feeling how red hot they are. Glaring at the countertop. “I’m embarrassed!” But it’s just Eddie. It was just Eddie.

Eddie comes over, slowly draping himself over Steve’s back. “Nothin' to be embarrassed about, love.” And Eddie leaves soft kisses on Steve’s neck, squeezes his waist. “You looked cute on the couch like that. Like it when you’re happy.” Steve tries taking another deep breath but it shudders. 

Embarrassed, angry, sad. Embarrassed, confused, angry. Frustrated, embarrassed. Tired. 

Emotions wash over him. He’s learning to try and just feel them, name them, pick them apart. Some bubble back up to the surface, some only needed to be seen once. 

Steve turns to bury his face in Eddie’s neck. He sighs, rubs his face into Eddie’s warm skin. shaking his head, likes how his lips feel moving against edie’s soft parts. 

Tired, hungry, embarrassed, hungry. 

“’M tired. I dunno what to eat.” He whispers, and then because he said it it’s like there’s space in his brain. “Want pasta.” 

“Pasta it is then. And then we can sleep, yeah?” Eddie rocks them gently side to side, kisses the side of his head and slips away. Goes to get the box from the pantry, puts the corn back. Steve gets a pot out of the cupboard. 

Staring into the water, the tips of his fingers prickle. Steve fizzes with energy and emotion. All pent up and annoying him. Needs it out. He clicks the flame on.  

He starts pacing around the kitchen island. In big striding, stomping steps. “Ugh! You think I’m weird. Some weird guy who acts weird and does weird shit.” Steve grumbles. Annoyed. He smacks his palm quick and hard against the counter top. Keeps stomping. 

Eddie comes back and starts following. Stomping and prancing like some court jester. “I like that you’re weird! You know, I have one episode of the Twilight Zone taped. It’s my third one. I watched the other two so much the tapes broke.’ Steve lets a little shout slip from him “Ha!” bubbly and forceful. Dislodging something within him. Like when a tooth finally falls out. 

Feels good. 

“I only like one brand of spaghetti hoops. Wayne once bought me a multipack for Christmas. Best fucking gift I ever got.” and Steve’s laughing now. Giggling and manic and still stomping around the island.

“I like how it feels to brush my teeth. I’ve never had a filling. I fucking love brushing my teeth, Eddie.” and that makes Eddie laugh now too. Two freaks stomping around the kitchen. A king and his jester, lit up by moonlight. 

Steve turns the corner and stops short, still giggling. Eddies bent at one knee, presenting the box of pasta to him. “My liege.” 

Steve claps, hums, high and keening. The waters boiling. 

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“How’d you feel now?’ Eddie asks around a mouthful of cheesy pasta. 

Steve curls up tighter into the corner of couch, wraps both hands around the warm bowl. Glances at Eddie across from him. “Still kinda embarrassed.”

Eddie looks so soft, so kind, across from him. “I’m embarrassed too, to be honest. You love that movie, I thought you’d like me doing that. Kinda like when we, when we kissed upside-down, like I was Spider-man” Eddies sentence get quieter towards the end, mumbly, spoked into his bowl, cheeks dusted pink.

Steve strains to hear him. Smiles once he puts the words together. 

He shovels pasta in his mouth. Eyes closed. “You are so annoying Eddie Munson. Why’d you even come here tonight, you coulda gone anywhere.” Steve sinks further into the couch, it’s really good pasta.

“Missed you.” Eddie says it like it’s simple, easy, and warmth drips over Steve’s skin. 

Eddie clears his throat, Steve feels him fidget. “Wanna maybe.. You think we could live together one day? Want you to be able to do whatever you want with me around Steve. Breakfast Club on all the time at our place, kay?” And Steve’s throat constricts, that’s a big change, living with someone, moving out. But maybe with Eddie it could be okay, if they did it together, slow. 

“Yeah, kay. One day.” Softly, bit by bit. Little bits. Steve can get there. Let Eddie in, let Eddie see. “But no to Breakfast Club on all the time.” Because some times, some days, some things, are just for him. Steve needs it that way. And that’s okay. 

He stretches out further on the couch, feeling syrupy and nice, easy smile playing at his lips. “I like it when you kiss my neck though, you can do that again.” And that makes Eddie grin all pointy, put their bowls to the side and crawl over him. 

Steve’s toes curl and he hums, high and happy. 

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tagging those who asked mwah! @2jug2head @lil-gremlin-things

but also people who i think might be interested (sorry if ur not lmk and i won't again) @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @pearynice @steventhusiast @sugarcookiesteve @spectrum-spectre @irethsune

[low-budget-korra]

Let's talk about the kidnap scene

Yes, the one in season 1 where Jinx kidnapped Caitlyn

First of all, the main reason Jinx hates Caitlyn is because she is jealous of Vi. The fear of losing her sister again, the fear of being left behind...In Jinx mind at the point, she and Caitlyn couldn't co-exist in Vi's life. Sure, the fact that Cait was an enforcer plays its part, but mainly I believe it was just jealousy..

So, I've seen people arguing about Jinx having more reasons to hate Caitlyn than Caitlyn has to hate Jinx and I disagree.

Jinx has no reason other than jealousy to hate Caitlyn, her beef is with Piltover and everything she thinks Cait represents and not Caitlyn the person. Similar to the Equalist and Amon beef against the Avatar, where he hated the symbol but couldn't care less abt the girl behind it. In this case, both Amon and Jinx dehumanize their enemy, seeing them just something that needs to be destroyed.

However, Caitlyn has all the reasons to hate Jinx. Jinx was responsible for a terrorist act that killed several enforcers and almost killed her, Jinx stole from Jayce (someone Cait sure loves like a brother) something that could be turned into a weapon, Jinx invaded Caitlyn's home and kidnapped her when she was the most vulnerable, Cait also spend hours at Jinx mercy where Jinx did/say God knows what to her, she was bound and gagged, she was victim of Jinx light emotional torture, she was knocked out by Jinx and Jinx killed her mom. So yes...I think she has tons of reasons to hate her.

But let's focus on the kidnap scene because the trauma Caitlyn suffers here is overlooked and probably something she didn't process right, since she was busy mourning the death of her mom.

1. Jinx invades her safe place. Caitlyn was literally coming out of the bath, totally vulnerable. Imagine someone sneaking into your room like that? It's terrifying. It makes the safe place not be safe anymore

2. Caitlyn was naked. Imagine you, naked, in the hands of some unhinged criminal? I know some people hc or question if Jinx did something against Caitlyn at the moment, but I doubt it, Jinx is unhinged but she wouldn't do such a thing. The maximum thing she would do is mock. Idk, say something like "so that's what you use to seduce Vi" just to make Cait feel uncomfortable but nothing more aggressive than this.

Even still, being naked, possibly mocked and being forced to dress at gun point is already traumatic enough.

3. We don't know what happened when Cait was being held hostage by Jinx. If Jinx used some help to bring Cait to Zaun, which I think she did, she prob off them once they got where she wanted. And if this happened Cait prob saw these murder.

Anyway this is all hc but what we know, bc ain't hard to deduct, is that Jinx played mind games with Cait. Drawing a smile in her gag, maybe invading her personal space by acting the same way she acted around Silco and Sevika - being all touchy and over the place. And maybe saying things like "you will die today" "she will choose me"

Which again, is traumatic enough.

And if she just knocked her out and dressed the unconscious Cait, imagine being Caitlyn: One moment you're out of bath, saw Jinx and boom, you're out and when you wake up you're dressed and helpless, tied to a chair.

I would be terrified by the idea of what happened when I was out. Jinx could have done nothing but cover her body, but Cait doesn't know this. She doesn't know what Jinx did and if someone else saw her like that.

4. The "Family Dinner" scene.

Caitlyn was there with Silco before Vi's came. So I think the fact that she was sitting next to the most dangerous man in the under city, was something that brought shivers into her spine, even tho he was in the same position as her. If somehow he gets free or Jinx changes his mind about what she would do to him, she would be gone.

Vi came, brought by Jinx and the emotional torture begin. Sure, Cait and Vi were already in love but Jinx was Vi's sister, the one she already knew Vi loved deeply and would do anything to have it back so she was probably scared that Vi would play into Jinx game and choose her sister. Something that didn't happen and is the reason why Caitlyn didn't shoot Jinx when she gets the chance.

Vi saved her life by putting her own on the line, Vi proved she loved Caitlyn right there (even without knowing it). And Caitlyn proved she loved Vi when she didn't shoot the Jinx (again, even without knowing it)

And all that, all those strong feelings and traumatic events were crushed because of the even more traumatic event that was Caitlyn's mom dying because of Jinx's attack.

[danikamariewrites]

what do you think about batboys headcanon with s/o that has daddy issues, like she does small things to try to make him proud and at first he thinks she’s just being cute but he realizes the depth and her need for praise and what’s going on and just reassures her. i’m just literally projecting😀

The bat boys would be so sweet about this omg…

A/n: the way this made me even more aware I need someone to be proud of me 🤪 ur not alone anon trust me

Warnings: I honestly don’t know what to put here Im so sorry

Rhysand

To get his praise you’d help him a lot with his paper work or other high lord duties

You do things around the house like redecorating just for his attention

“Good job baby! I love it.” And he’d kiss your head

One day you help him with a stack of paper work that he just didn’t want to do

When you gave it to him he just said ‘thank you’

Which was fine but you were hurt, stung even. You felt a pang in your chest

He always praised you and you just wanted to make him proud of you bc he was always proud of you

You froze up staring at him with wide eyes and the most heartbreaking frown

Rhys noticed you were still there and looked up at you, “darling what’s wrong?”

“Did I do something wrong?” And that’s when it clicks for him. Your past and how you light up at his praise

“No not at all my love. I’m just tired. Come here,” he pulled you to sit on his lap and would whisper sweet nothings to you reassuring you that he wasn’t mad at you

Cassian

I think he praises his s/o in general

Cass thinks you’re the most precious thing in the whole world

So he gives you a lot of love and attention

He always holds your hand or has his arms wrapped around you

One night while you’re at Rita’s with the IC and Cass would typically keep you close but he wasn’t tonight

Cassian wasn’t even doing it intentionally he was just all over the place enjoying himself

It made you feel like he didn’t want you or need you around him

You sat and moped in the booth watching him have a good time

Cassian was looking for you but you didn’t see that

He finally noticed you and slid in the booth next to you

You look away from him and he puts an arm around you and pulling your chin softly so you look at him

“Baby what’s wrong?” You pout up at him “you weren’t hanging out with me tonight and you didn’t pay attention to me when I tried. It felt like you didn’t want to touch me.”

Cassian’s heart breaks the moment you say those last words

He runs through all the times he’s held you and how you hold on tighter and he realizes you need that

Cassian holds you and dances with you the rest of the night

Azriel

Azriel knew immediately after you started dating why you were so attached to him

He never brought it up bc he never wanted to make you talk about anything you didn’t want to

You’d talk to him when you were ready

Az always made sure to show you love by using physical touch, spending time with you, and praises you like crazy

He was always so proud of you when you got through the days where he was away on missions

Az would always bring you back a souvenir from the continent or other courts he visited

One day he came home without one and just gave you a hug and kiss

No praise. No gift.

You knew some jobs took a toll on him but he would always tell you, communication is a huge thing with you

A few days passed and you didn’t say anything about it. You knew you shouldn’t always expect gifts from him, he didn’t need to but you had gotten so used to it

You were quite and reserved all week. Trying not to be to needy for attention in case Azriel didn’t want to give you any. It scared you though. You thought you did something or something happen on his mission to make him not want you

One night after dinner you sat next to him on the couch both of you reading. Az noticed you sitting very still and not snuggling with him like you usually would

“Love, why are you sitting so far from me?” “No reason.” You try to give him a convincing smile but he sees right through it

“Tell me the truth. Please love.” “When you came home a week ago you just brushed me off. And I had a really hard time while you were gone. And I’ve been anxious all week because you didn’t bring me a gift or anything. I’m sorry it’s stupid.” You quickly stand and head for the stairs but Az stops you

“My love, I’m so sorry. Come here.” He hugs you and explains it was a bad mission and he had no time for anything else. He also apologized for not giving you the usual welcome home treatment

Az made sure to never do it again and always told you if he needed a day or so to recover

[aemondapologistfrfr]

Table 13 & Cherry Pie 2/2

modern!mechanic!benji x stripper!fem!reader

Part One

Summary: After you find your way in life you make a return to your hometown. A lot can change in two years but some feelings will always remain the same. 

Warnings: 18+ swearing, two drinks, oral(f), p in v, unprotected, 2% angsty bc i needed them back together so fkn bad

Authors Note: pt2 of @chainsawsangel request that i thought abt everyday 🤭

Word Count: 3.4k

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Two years since Part One

I sit in front of the vanity teasing my hair before I place the jeweled mask over my face. I know a lot of people expected me to leave this part of my past behind but I never minded the dancing. I always thought of it as an extension of my art and it helps give me inspiration. 

It feels like a lifetime ago that I fled my hometown. I drove to the city that night and went to the most upscale club. I walked in the front doors and sat at the bar with a strong drink. A woman introduced herself as the owner and consoled me as I cried and she offered me a job. My old boss would’ve sobbed at what I consider a slow day. 

My new boss stumbled upon my art one day and connected me with her friend who is now my art dealer. We’ve had this vision for my exhibit for months now and the night has finally come. The lights dim around the gallery and soft lights illuminate my canvases. A couple of my coworkers from the city club step into the space and float around the room as silk and mesh drip from our body. 

This was a very exclusive event and invite was by little black numbered cards. The whole room has an energy about it that invites hooded eyes and grazes of finger tips. Once our choreographed number ends we slip into the other room and pull off our masks smiling. We pull on evening gowns and head back out into the room. 

“Congratulations.” my art dealer hands me a chute of champagne. “This turned out better than we could’ve imagined.” she looks around the room. 

“Any offers?” I nibble my lip looking around at my canvases and the body’s moving from piece to piece.

“On every one.” she whispers and I shake my head downing my glass. 

“Thank you for everything.” I hug her and go mingle. 

“Look how far you’ve come.” I turn at my mother’s voice. 

“You made it.” I smile as my eyes start to water. 

“Of course.” she kisses my cheek before we begin to walk around my exhibit. 

A year ago she was able to ring the bell beating her battle. I cried for days and helped her settle back home. She urged me to move to the city instead of commuting and to embrace my new life. Now she’s here standing in my art gallery and we’re both full of life. 

“Are you still coming back for the weekend?” she asks as I walk her to the door. 

“Yes mom.” I chuckle hugging her. “I’ll be in town tomorrow.” 

“Do you still have your key?” she squeezes my hand. 

“Yes,” I laugh as she hugs me again. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” she smiles before slipping into her car. 

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I sigh pulling into my old driveway and look at the house that holds so many of my memories. I get out and begin to pull my bags out of the car. I make my way to the front door. It pulls open and my mom darts out. 

“Oh sweetie! Welcome home.” she pulls me into a tight hug and I giggle at her dramatics. 

“Let me put my bags down. I have to grab some more stuff. Can you open the garage?” I hum tossing my bags in the entryway. 

I walk back to my car and start bringing some of my canvases into the garage. I only brought a couple just in case I get some inspiration to keep working on this installation I’ve had in mind for years. She watches me with a soft smile and ushers me into the kitchen. 

“I’m just so happy you’re home.” she tears up. “Even if it’s just for a little while.” I hug her again drying her tears before I head up to my room. 

I start to unload my bags and collapse to my bed. I look up at my ceiling missing my city apartment. I look through the room that used to bring me so much solace and now I can’t even stand to be in it. I huff and change out of my traveling clothes and slip into one of my favorite dresses. 

“Where are you off to young lady?” my mom smirks as I walk down the stairs. 

“I want some cherry pie.” I hum as I slip out the front door. It seems as if my body is on autopilot as I drive to the diner. This place has always been one of the muses in the back of my mind. I park outside and as I step in the familiar smell floods my nose. 

“Take a seat and I’ll be with you shortly hun.” I scold myself as my feet begin to carry me to the table that’s been haunting me for the past couple of years. I stop on approach and he looks up right as I’m about to turn around. 

“Y/n?” his voice makes my breath catch as he rises from the booth. 

“Benji.” his name falls from my mouth. 

“Do you want to sit?” he nods to the booth.

“I shouldn’t.” I nibble my lip looking him over.

“Please.” next thing I know I’m sliding into the seat across from him. 

“How have you been?” his eyes search mine. 

“I’ve been really good actually.” I smile softly nodding.

“And your mom?” his eyes look hopeful. 

“She’s been home for a year now and gets her strength back everyday.” I hum

“I’m really glad to hear that.” he smiles across at me. 

“Well, look who’s back in town.” my old coworker smiles at me. “Let me guess, cherry pie?” I nod my head laughing. “Do you want another slice as well?” she turns her head to Benji.

“Yeah, thank you.” he smiles at her and I’m wondering if he’s more than just her regular. I scold myself for even caring, I’m the one who left after all. She walks back to the kitchen and he turns his attention back to me. 

“Still getting the cherry pie?” I chuckle. 

“Of course.” his tongue glides along his lower lip. The silence between us isn’t necessarily awkward but charged as we look at each other.

“Here you two are. Let me know if you need anything else.” I notice the way her eyes linger on him before she turns and leaves. 

“So you and the waitress? Seems you still have the same type.” he throws his head back and laughs. 

“I’m still single, since you’re wondering.” he smirks and takes a bite of his pie. 

“I wasn’t.” I reply too quickly. “I just- I don’t know.” I shake my head taking a bite of my pie. 

“I’ve missed you.” his words slam into me. 

“Benji,” I sigh looking up to him. 

“I’ve heard you’re an artist now. Not that you weren’t before, I knew you painted, and you danced but-“ 

“Don’t stroke my ego too much now.” I cut off his ramblings. “Tell me, do you check up on me?” I rest my chin in my hands. 

“How could I not? The day you left has always been my biggest regret.” he looks to me sincerely. 

“Well, I should say thank you for getting me fired. You helped me get to where I am now.” I hum taking another bite of pie. I slice off another and reach across the table offering it to him. He looks up to me with a raised brow. “Open up for me.” his cheeks flush as takes the bite. 

“Who’s the shy cherry pie now?” I giggle leaning back. 

“Let me take you out on a proper date.” I try to ignore the butterflies in my stomach as he waits for my reply.

“When?” I tilt my head with a soft smile. 

“You tell me.” he nods his head. 

“Pick me up at my house at seven.” I hum fishing cash out of my purse. I toss a fifty on the table. “Leave a nice tip for your girlfriend.” I smirk before sliding out of the booth leaving him to watch after me as I leave. 

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Table 13: Is this still my cherry pie?

Cherry Pie: Yes, unless that’s what you call all of the waitresses these days.

Table 13: 🙄

Table 13: I’m omw to get you. Leave your attitude at home.

Cherry Pie: We’ll see.

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My mom stares after me with a smile as I leave the front door again. I tell her not to wait up and I begin my way down the walkway. Benji walks to the passenger side and opens the door for me before getting back on his side. 

“You look beautiful.” he smiles before pulling onto the road. 

“Thank you, Benji.” I hum admiring him from the corner of my eye. “Your hair got a bit longer.” I reach over and run my fingers through it. 

“Do you like it?” he leans back into my hand. 

“It suits you.” I go to remove my hand and he grabs it with his own. 

“I really missed you. I can’t express how sorry I am.” he kisses my hand. 

“Why didn’t you reach out?” I squeeze his hand. 

“I wouldn’t have been able to handle it if you didn’t answer or if you wanted nothing to do with me.” he furrows his brows. “Then I never saw you around town again and next thing I hear you’ve moved to the city. I figured you wouldn’t want to hear from me and-“ 

“Benji,” I softly shush him pulling his hand to my lap. “I probably thought about you as much as you thought about me.” 

“Impossible.” he shakes his head pulling us into a restaurant parking lot. 

“How much did you think about me then?” I turn to him smirking. 

“Enough to make me go insane.” he slips out of the car and gets my door for me. We walk into the restaurant hand in hand and get seated quickly. 

“What was your favorite memory of us?” I rest my chin on my hands shamelessly admiring him. 

“Anytime you were so sleepy in the garage watching me work on your car.” he chuckles as I sip on my water with a raised brow. 

“Not what I thought it would be.” I hum nodding my head. 

“What did you think it would be?” he tilts his head. 

“I was thinking when I came around you for the-“ 

“Baby,” he shushes me with wide eyes and I feel my cheeks flush at the name. 

“You’re telling me you didn’t think about that at all?” I smirk at his tinted cheeks. 

“Yes, you’re still my fantasy.” he sighs wiping his face smiling. “I enjoyed every single second we had together.” 

“I did too.” I hum fondly. “And then you did what you did and..” I trail off shaking my head. 

“I’ll spend the rest of my life apologizing at your feet if you’ll allow me.” he holds his hands out to me. 

“I think I’ll let you grovel a bit more.” I lean back with a smile and he pouts. 

The waiter comes and takes our order and drops off our drinks. We tease each other throughout dinner and it feels as if no time has passed. I’ve been happy over the past two years but I haven’t smiled this much since I left town. As I look at the man across from me I feel my heart flutter. We stay long after our meals have been finished just talking. He picks up the bill and drives me home. 

“I’m so very thankful you came home, cherry pie.” the name causes my cheeks to heat and I’m thankful the sun has been down for some time now. 

“I am too.” I accept his hand as I step out of the car. 

“Can I walk you to your front door?” his smile bashful and I nod my head. “Can I see you again? Please.” the last word barely a whisper. 

“I thought you already see me in your dreams.” I hum teasing him. I turn back towards him as we stop at my front door. 

“Then can I take you on another date?” his pleading eyes search mine. 

“I suppose.” I sigh looking off trying to hide my smile. 

“When?” his fingers cup my chin turning my gaze back to him. 

“Maybe in another two years.” I look up to him with a smirk. 

“I’ll wait for you as long as I have to.” his words caress against me. 

“Tomorrow.” I nod. “Just text me when and where.” I realize how close we’ve gravitated towards each other. 

“Thank you.” our eyes linger on each other and neither of us move. “I’ll see you later in my dreams.” he kisses my forehead and my breath stops. “Have a goodnight, Y/n.” 

“Have a goodnight, Benji.” I fumble with the key and slip inside locking the door behind me. 

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Table 13: I had a great time with you today. I’ve missed you so much. 

Table 13: I want to pick you up at eleven. 

Cherry Pie: I guess I can be awake by then. 

Table 13: I can pick you up later if you need more sleep. 

Cherry Pie: I’ll just have to abandon the man in my dreams a little early. 

Table 13: I’m flattered you would make such a sacrifice for me. 

Cherry Pie: You should be. 

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“Where are you taking me today?” I settle into his passenger seat. 

“A pottery painting shop.” he nibbles his lip. “If you want. If you don’t like that style of art we can do something else. Anything you want.” he shakes his head.

“Benji, that’s so thoughtful.” I turn to him with scrunched brows. “I would love to do that.” he turns to me with a smile. 

“Really?” he looks relieved. 

“Really.” I nod my head. I’ve never been taken on a date so perfectly catered to me before. Once we get to the pottery shop we make our way inside. We look through all of the different options. We pick out what we’d like to paint and grab a table. 

“I’ve never claimed to be an artist.” he warns picking up a brush. 

“Art is subjective.” I smile at him encouragingly. 

I watch him as he focuses on the details and smile to myself. I continue to steal glances at him as we paint in a comfortable silence. I fight myself everyday of to why I never came back for this man. I’m mad at what he did but I knew that his intentions were good. It was just poor timing. All of my internal battles cease when he sits back and admires his work with a proud smile. 

“I think I could give you a run for your money.” he taunts and a giggle erupts from my lips. 

“But I like you as my muse instead.” my cheeks burn as the truth falls from my lips. 

“Mm your muse?” he raises an eyebrow. 

“Let’s go to the city so I can show you something.” I chew the inside of my cheek.

“When?” he tilts his head.

“Now. Unless you have plans or-“ 

“No, let’s go.” he rises scraping the stool against the floor.

We’re on the road shortly after and I get jittery about finally showing someone the vision I’ve had for years. Some of the pieces are in my mom’s garage that I brought with but the ones that are done stay at my studio. It seems only right that he’ll be the first one to see it. 

“Turn left and park in front of the black awning.” I smile looking to my studio. I let us inside and as I’m leading him up the stairs I start to get nervous. “It’s still a work in progress.” I turn to him biting my lip. 

“That’s okay.” he nods smiling. “I’d love to see anything you’re willing to show me.” I open the door and we step inside. He stops in the center of the room taking in the scattered paintings. He walks up to each one as I trail behind him gauging his reaction. He stops at the last one and turns to me. 

“What do you think?” I feel my cheeks catch fire at his gaze. 

“Are these of us? Our time together?” he steps closer to me. 

“They are.” I nod my head. “There’s more.. I brought them home this weekend to see if I found any inspiration.” I turn and look at them all. “I’ve been working on these since I left that day.” I turn back to him and he’s on his knees looking to me.

“I’m sorry. I was stupid and arrogant. I won’t make excuses.” he shakes his head as I walk over to him. “I don’t deserve you.” he looks up to me with tears in his eyes. 

“Benji,” I cup his cheek. 

“I don’t deserve you.” he whispers again holding my hand to his cheek. “I want another chance with you. I’d do anything. I haven’t had enough time with you.” I look down at him as my own tears slip down my cheeks. 

“I’ve wanted you back since I got into my car that day.” I kneel before him so we’re face to face. “That day has also been my biggest regret.” the second the words are out of my mouth his lips are on mine. I melt into him before he pulls back. 

“I’m sorry. I should’ve asked.” he shakes his head backing up. I pull him back to me and press our lips together once more. I sigh into his mouth as his hands roam up my sides. We are a mess of lips and panting as we pull each other’s clothes off. He lays me back onto the cool concrete floor and I shiver. His hot mouth trails down my neck and stomach as I squirm. 

“I’d like to have a taste of my cherry pie, please.” I whimper at his words nodding my head. He licks through my wetness and I cry out above him. I push myself onto his face as his tongue lashes against me. He groans gripping my hips tightly. My fingers tangle into his hair and hold him against me as my pleasure starts to run through me. I arch off of the ground as I’m pushed over the edge by his tongue as his name falls off of mine. 

“I thought about that everyday.” he hums kissing his way back up my body. “I thought about the little gasps you made when I pushed into you slowly.” he chuckles as he pushes into me earning those gasps from my lips. “The way you scrunch your face when I grind into you.” I’m trembling underneath him as he repeats his actions. 

“Benji,” I grip onto his shoulders. 

“Hm?” he rolls his hips into me. “I never forgot the way you came around me.” my breath catches as he starts to pump into me. His lips crash to mine as our bodies move together slowly. My hips rock against his as I moan into his mouth. His fingers languidly swirl around my bud and my breaths start to come out quicker. 

“Fuck Benji, yes,” I gasp. He swallows down my sounds as my pleasure bursts through me. He keeps his pace slow as our tongues dance. I wrap my legs around him holding him close and we lose ourselves in each other. I’m so focused on the feel of him that my pleasure crashes through unannounced and I feel him fill me with his. 

“My memory never did you justice. You’re so much more perfect.” he slides out as he kisses me once more. We pull apart and slowly sit up and begin to dress again. 

“Don’t do anything stupid again to make me leave you.” I look to him intensely as he helps me rise. 

“I won’t.” he nods his head with a smile. “I promise.” he kisses me softly. “So what’s the name of this installation?” he kisses my forehead and looks at my paintings once more. 

“Table 13 and Cherry Pie.” he turns around and kisses me once more. 

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no bc writing this two parter was so fkn cute 

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[that-one-p00k1e]

Coincidence?

Muichiro x Fem!Reader, lil High school AU

Warnings: none just fluff Ig Idk bro

Note: Wowzers!!😱😱 I'm still alive!!😱😱 This was a bit rushed because I wanted to post something after so long and bcs IT'S MY BIRTHDAY WHAATT🤯🤯 crazy amirite anw pls forgive the grammar and how boring this is

Nothing felt better than hearing the last bell of a school day ring, knowing that the days after were the end of the week. The heavenly images in your head of finally being able to lay in bed, cuddled up in a warm blanket after taking a good relaxing shower.

However, instead of immediately going home, you decided to head to the park near the school to have a breath of fresh air. Fortunately, it seems to be vacant with no one on sight occupying it.

The rustling of leaves blown by the wind, the smell of fresh grass and dirt, and the silence that brought the feel of peace and tranquility. But the one thing that had always caught your attention, was the cherry blossom tree planted at the center of the park. For you, it was the most beautiful sight in the park. Almost never has its beauty failed to captivate passersby.

As you decided to take a seat underneath the tree, you noticed a familiar backpack laid on the ground. Thinking it could be anyone's and not just the specific familiar person you know who owns that exact same object, you reluctantly and carefully looked to the back of the tree to see who the mystery owner was. ‘Probably a random stranger’ you easily thought. But oh how wrong you were as your heart dropped the moment your eyes settled on the known figure.

Under the falling petals of cherry blossom he sat; beautiful mint-green eyes fixated on the strings of his guitar, fingers carefully strumming a melody that could soothe one's nerves. His long black hair gently swayed in the wind, coloured ends that matched his  irises. You've always admired him since the first day of high school; managing to get a few interactions here and there through group work. As much as you wanted to get to know him better, the charming and attractive classmate had his own walls built when it comes to the social environment. Not even the guys in your class could make him crack a bit of a smile. Thus, you've accepted such defeat ever since.

But seeing him being so peaceful right now, enjoying himself in his own world, made it hard for you to bat your eyes away from him. You couldn't help but just gaze in awe at the sight of such beauty.

Until his fingers suddenly stopped playing through the guitar strings.

The moment he perked his head up, you immediately hid yourself behind the other side of the tree; heart almost stopped working. You hear him getting up, walking closer and closer to where you once stood. As your breath hitched, you tried to act cool in case the both of you went face-to-face. You hoped you wouldn't, but fate unfortunately had its own plan.

“Y/N?” a deep yet gentle voice called out to you from the side of the tree, making your heart race faster than it already had been. He looked at you with a gaze oh-so empty; making it difficult to look through that stoic disposition of his.

“Oh! Uhh… yeah, it's me. Fancy seeing you here,” you greeted awkwardly, fidgeting the hem of your shirt from the embarrassment you felt deep down.

You thought he would be reluctant to engage further in the conversation, but to your surprise, he proceeded to ask another question.

“It's your birthday today, isn't it?”

The moment his words entered your hearing, it felt as if your organs were rearranged.

“I- uhh… How did you know?”

“Heard your friends mentioning about it. Forgot to give you this.”

He rummaged through his bag, before pulling out a box wrapped in gift paper and handing it to you with that blank stare maintained.

“For you. In addition to your birthday,” he said reluctantly.

You hesitantly took the gift from his hand, internally debating if this was a dream or not. Before you could word out your gratitude, he quickly picked up his belongings and threw a short “My bus is here, gotta go,” leaving you on your own with your thoughts; trying to process what just happened. You looked down at the gift he had given you, then pinched yourself to double check reality. Yet there was one thing you didn't put your mind into.

If he recently knew about your birthday from your friends today… How did he forget a gift regarding something he had never known about in the first place?

[lezforsapphicwrites]

first of all, thank you to everyone who engaged with my last post about my theories and give really good points. i love all your theories! so thank you thank you!!!

someone asked me about my thoughts on how lenore and annabel fit all three of the love tropes and i put it off back then cuz i hadn't organized my thoughts about it (yet). but i've finally thought about it and here it is!

(again, feel free to add your own take or to argue with my points. i'm welcome to discussions! just pls don't be mean and fight me. i'm just trying to share my thoughts with fellow fans)

before i dive in, i'm basing this off a post/comment that i encountered before. that all love stories are just variants of either orpheus & eurydice (doomed love), odysseus & penelope (love that dooms everyone else), and romeo & juliet (love that dooms them). i'll do my best to explain how annabel and lenore fit all three.

First Trope: Romeo & Juliet (Love That Dooms Them)

this is mostly tackling annabel and lenore's time together when they were both alive. we all know r&j as the most famous example of the forbidden love trope. their families are enemies, they are not allowed to love each other, yada yada. over time, that trope had been overused for het couples and became stale. what brought it back? homosexual love stories. nothing like good ol' homophobia to keep lesbian couples from living together. annabel and lenore are definitely not exceptions to this when they were alive, which is why lenore pretended to be a man, to be suitable for marraige with annabel.

theories of their death can vary but i'm gonna use mine for this and the theory of one of my replies in my last post. they died at their supposed wedding after lenore was exposed for being a woman. again, how they died is still unknown, but most likely, they died together (with one of them dying a little before the other), which is exactly how r&j ended.

i rest my case cuz this was a kinda easy comparison. off to the next one.

Second Trope: Odysseus & Penelope (Love That Dooms Everyone Else)

this one is a bit tricky so stay with me on this.

i'm covering their time in nevermore academy for this. a short breakdown on odyssey: ody does anything and everything to stay alive and return home to penelope. a lot of his actions were not morally right. he killed or destroyed a lot of people's lives for the love of his life, to return to her. hence, the love that dooms everyone around them.

how is this connected to lenore and annabel?

annabel is basically odysseus in this story. she is not afraid to ruin or kill the others to keep lenore safe and for them to come out winning in the end. we all saw how she traded duke's life to stop her group from killing lenore instead. she thinks of everyone as collateral for her ultimate goal of her and lenore getting their second chance at life together. odysseus was willing to destroy their marriage bed because penelope told him to despite not wanting to. meanwhile, annabel was ready to give up her life when lenore was starting not to trust her because she believes that nothing else mattered if lenore wasn't on her side. it's a crazy form of love and yet, i'm so hooked!

Third Trope: Orpheus and Eurydice (Doomed Love)

this was the hardest to point out because the parallels were hard to find.

for this, i'm just going for a shot in the dark. the doomed part of their love is mostly just hunch (bc i'm hoping for them to get their happiness) so i'm gonna skip that and focus on some parallels.

lenore is orpheus. deep her in heart, she loves annabel and she knows that but her mind hasn't caught on due to her missing memories. all the while annabel is blindly diving into her loyalty for lenore because she knows the end and the intensity of their love (i think). lenore's missing pieces of the story is why she can't fully trust annabel and in a way, "looks back" to see if she's "really behind" her, meaning she keeps questioning annabel's intention.

(yes, i know some iterations say that orpheus looks back because of he loves eurydice too much not to look at her. but i'm using the version where he looks back because he doubts that he is not enough for eurydice to feel the same and follow him back to life. kinda my take sorry)

honestly, that's all i got for this trope. if you have your own take, pls share because this was hard to organize in my brain.

feel free to use this as a safe space to discuss theories. i would like to hear what you think of this opinion of mine. gosh, i just love nevermore and i wish i had enough money to fast pass (no, pls don't dm me for deals and stuff. i can wait)

edit: i forgot to tag the one who asked for this. sorry about that @xxdelusionsofgrandeurxx

[tojisbbygworl]

How Could You - Hobie Brown x Reader

Summary: Hobie was not the best boyfriend. It’s not his fault, he has an obligation to his city and by proxy, the multiverse. But, he doesn’t want to lose you. Unfortunately, revealing his secret does the opposite of what he had hoped.

Tags: Angst, Hurt/No Comfort,Canon-Divergence, (Hobie doesn’t reveal himself after killing Osbourne, Comic villains and events but movie Hobie, He’s supposed to be British but I forgot like halfway through writing)

Words: 3147

author’s note: If I had a nickel for everytime a girl broke up with her superhero bf bcs he lied abt being a superhero I would have 2 nickels.

Honestly tho I rly don’t like the whole ‘I’m upset because you lied to me’ trope in the superhero genre. I feel like there’s a much better reason to break up with a superhero so here’s my idea. I’ll talk more abt it in the end note.

Anyway enjoy!

AO3 Version

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Soaring through the air with nothing but a thin string as support, fighting monsters 3 times his size sometimes from a different universe, killing the fucking Prime Minister; none of these things have brought him as much anxiety as he feels in this moment.

It was so late, after 2 in the morning, and he was rushing back to his apartment grunting in pain from his injuries. It’s never fun fighting Kingpin, but hopefully after tonight he won’t have to do that anymore. Kamala had finally discovered his new place of hiding, Osbourne’s old bunker.

No matter how badly his ribs stung with every thwip and pull, he didn’t let up or slow down for a second. You were waiting for him. You’ve been waiting for him since he left at 8. Fuck, it’s been 6 hours? How did he let time fly like that?

‘She’s going to kill me,’ he lightly joked to himself. His stomach turned, he knows deep down that you were getting down to your last straw. You’re always so sweet about his disappearances. He tells you he needs to go; “Being in-charge of a non-profit anti-establishment organization dedicated to the dismantling of our government doesn’t allow you to have much free time, love. I’ll be back,” he would say. Your gorgeous smile would present itself and he just has to give you a kiss before he leaves. That smile has become less bright in recent months.

You’ve started voicing your annoyance as well. “Yeah, so I’ve heard,” you would respond. Or, “Duty calls?” With an eye roll. His least favorite response was, “Why don’t you date the organization instead?” The chuckle you let out after that was so dry and your smile was so empty. It scared him.

There were times where he wasn’t there in the first place. He regrets those the most. He’s missed so many important things, some of which he couldn’t understand how or why you forgave him. He certainly wouldn’t have if he was in your position. You had to be an angel or something. Fuck, he loves you.

Tonight was supposed to be a shut-in date night. Just the two of you, some junk food, and a scary movie that you’ve been dying to see. His watch beeped with a message: got a lead on Fisk. He looked at you and you just…let him go. You didn’t smile, you didn’t frown, you just looked into his eyes and turned away.

“I’ll be right back, I promise.” You didn’t respond, and at that moment, he decided that when he got back there would be no more secrets. No more sneaking around. No more lies. He loved you and you deserved to know.

From what he could see through the window, the lights were off. A part of him is relieved, hoping you weren’t awake so he could just take care of his injuries and slip into bed next to you. He would just have to wait to tell you tomorrow morning.

But, that plan is put to shit when he opens the window and quietly steps inside his living room. The tv is off and the snacks have been cleared. Hobie starts to panic. Did you go home?

He slips off his shoes in case you were sleeping soundly in his room and starts to walk slowly towards it. The door is cracked just a bit and the light is off there too. The entire apartment was shrouded in darkness, the only possible light coming through windows from the moon. He looks through the crack and relaxes upon seeing your silhouette in bed. He lets out a quiet sigh and creeps away to the bathroom.

“Hobie?” He freezes. A few seconds pass and he hears the bed creaking and feet shuffling across the floor. He still doesn’t turn around as his door opens to reveal you in your pajamas, face puffy, and eyes red.

You had been waiting for him to get home for what felt like forever. You were so excited earlier today, but there was this unrelenting churn in your stomach telling you that he would leave eventually. And of course, you were right.

Honestly, you didn’t understand why you were still with him at this point. You know he lies about where he is. You’ve known ever since he invited you to a protest his non profit put together. You told him you wanted to become an official member and he shot it down immediately. “Too dangerous for a peng-thing such as yourself,” he told you. He was right about it being dangerous, everyone was gassed and it hadn’t even been 15 minutes. But that didn’t matter. You wanted to be a part of it. Especially after they got to witness Prime Minister Osbourne’s beheading.

He didn’t even use it as an excuse most of the time. When you would wait for him to meet with you, his reasonings were fickle if he even had any.

“Got caught up with something,”

“One of my mates needed me, you know how that goes,”

“It doesn’t matter, I’m here now aren’t I?”

Oh, and there was your favorite, “Get off my back, will you? I’ve got a life too.” The times where he had nothing to say at all, as painful as it was, were much better. You were so sick of it and you just hoped that he could tell.

Right now, in this moment, you’re not sure because he still hasn’t turned around. You couldn’t see much in the darkness of the hallway, but you at least knew it was him and he was walking away. “You can’t even look at me?”

Hobie stood still, his mind racing. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to see the look on your face. He knew you were disappointed. He could hear it in your voice. “…I,” he clears his throat. “I didn’t think you would still be awake.” He cringes.

You blink at him. “You didn’t think I would still be awake?” You repeated vexedly, your voice growing stronger.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Hobie tries to save.

You closed your eyes and took in a sharp breath. “You know…if you’re cheating on me, I’d rather you be honest about it.”

Hobie finally turns around. In the dark, you can’t see his mask, but he can see you perfectly. You looked so dejected and it destroyed him. He could tell that you had been crying before he got here, and now you’re eyes were welling up again. His chest pangs.

“I don’t appreciate you leaving me without a word and coming back whenever you want,” you continue, your voice breaking. A tear slips down your face and you quickly wipe it away only for another to follow right after. “Do you think I’m stupid?” You sob, trying to remain strong as he walks towards you. “That I would just be okay with that shit?”

Hobie still doesn’t answer. Instead, he stands a couple feet away from you right next to the light switch. “Are you not going to answer me?” You growl at him. Still, nothing. “Ho-”

The light turns on. His name halts in your throat as you gaze upon him. Your tears don’t stop and you raise your hand to your mouth, a shaky gasp escaping you. Hobie finally peels his mask off to reveal his cut up face.

For a moment, there’s nothing but silence as you try and process this new information. Hobie was…Spider-man. Your boyfriend was Spider-man. That’s why. That’s why he was never there. That’s why he can never be there. Hobie opens his mouth, the breath he takes being enough to cut through the tension. “I’m sorry.”

He continues to walk towards you, praying that you don’t walk away. You’re frozen in place. “I’m so sorry.” He holds his arms out and embraces you in a tight hug relaxing into your arms when you lift them up and wrap them around his neck. You bury your head into his shoulders making his suit wet from your tears.

Hobie’s lips begin to quiver. He swallows a sob before speaking again. “I didn’t know how to tell you...” His voice cracks while trying to find the right words to say. “I just…I am so sorry for lying to you. I’m so fucking sorry.”

For a while, the both of you just stand there in each other’s presence. There was a feeling of anxiousness in the air; for Hobie, he was worried why you hadn’t said anything. As for you…

“Come on.” You grabbed his hand and walked the both of you to his bathroom where you sat him on the toilet and tended to his facial wounds. You remained completely silent, still trying to gather all of your thoughts. It made him all the more terrified.

Hobie repeatedly geared himself up to speak to you, but ultimately kept his mouth closed. What could he say? It was you who needed to talk. You needed to tell him how worried for him you would be. You needed to tell him how happy you were that he was okay. You needed to tell him how angry you were at him for lying to you.

You needed…you needed…

He needed you to say something. Anything.

But you didn’t know how to tell him. And when you were done with his face he stood up and took your hand to walk the both of you back to his room. You followed at first, but quickly stopped. He looked back at you in confusion, his heart racing. “What is it?”

You let go of his hand with him refusing to do the same. It went limp in his hold as you stared at the ground. Your eyes filled with tears and fell just as quickly. Without looking up, you finally told him what was on your mind. “I…I was going to break up with you tonight.”

His heart dropped. He releases a huff having been completely floored by that charged sentence. What do you mean you were going to break up with him? What do you mean there was no saving the relationship the moment he left? What do you mean he was too late?

His mouth opens and closes, trying to find the words to convey his shock. “Was?” He decides upon, foolishly hopeful.

The breath that you take in, the look on your face, and the tears falling down it killed anything inside him that held onto the possibility that you still wanted to be with him. So he lets go of your hand too. “No.” You say.

Hobie is appalled. His eyes dart around the hallway as his mind tries to make sense of what was happening. His breathing gets harder and faster. He begins to shake his head. “I don’t-,” he stutters, “I-I don’t understand.”

“Hobie-”

“I mean, I…” he hikes his shoulders up and holds up his hands. Finally, he looks at you. His chest aches at the sight of you, he’s never seen you so dejected. He gestures at himself. “You see…you see why.”

You walk towards him and put your hand on his chest to try and calm him down. It does nothing. Instead he holds his own hand over yours to keep it there. “And I am so glad that you trusted me enough to tell me. Your secret is safe with me, Hobie.” After telling him that, you lose any resolve you had and sob. Your voice is strained when you talk, and you have to take small pauses to catch your breath and remain coherent. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you missed my graduation-”

“I was almost eaten alive.” he quickly defends, remembering that annoying day. The Inheritors have become a very big nuisance since Osbourne’s death and are the reason for so many of his disappearances. He would explain all of this to you if you gave him the chance.

You scrunch your face with a look of confusion, but when he doesn’t explain any further, you continue. “And you missed my recital-”

“So I could keep Kraven from fucking up 38th street.” He was starting to get upset. It’s like you weren’t listening to him. He was Spider-man. Of course he couldn’t be there for every facet of your life. And you knew that now. So…what the fuck? “If I hadn’t done that, your mates wouldn’t have anywhere to live.”

You could hear the annoyance in his tone and body language, and it made you a little miffed. “I understand that-“

“Do you?”

You slap your head in frustration. “You’re not getting it, Hobie. You weren’t there-“

“Yeah, I fucking couldn’t be because I’m too busy trying un-fuck our city and everyone in it. Including you.” He says, slightly raising his voice. How dare you get mad at him when you’re the one who’s leaving? “I mean, I’m showing you why I can’t be there and it’s still not enough?”

You never stopped crying, but now you were pissed. You glared at him. “You think that fixes everything? It doesn’t change the fact that I stood outside the auditorium and waited for you right before and right after my name was called for nothing. Or that I almost fucked up my solo because I couldn’t think about anything besides the fact that you weren’t there.”

Hobie raises a finger at you. “I-”

“Stop interrupting me!” You shout, immediately recoiling but keeping your glare. Hobie blinks at you in disbelief. “Knowing that you were off saving the world does not mean I didn’t need you there with me when my sister was-” Choking on your words, you cover your mouth with your hand in a feeble attempt to hide the sob that escaped. Hobie’s anger dissipated and all that was left was utter heartbreak.

You took a second to recollect yourself, shying away from his touch when he reached out to you. He drops his arm by his side. “I don’t understand,” he whispers, his voice breaking.

Taking another deep breath, you drop the ball on him , finally. “If you’re worried I’m going to go off and tell Jonah Jameson-”

“No,” he practically shouts. “I’m not fucking worried about that. I’m upset, because my girlfriend is breaking up with me!”

“Don’t fucking yell at me!”

Hobie slams his hands against his head and walks away from you, panting. All you can do is watch him, anticipating his next move. Bracing yourself for whatever he’ll say out of anger.

After a few moments of breathing, he drops his hands and turns to look at you. “So what you just-don’t love me anymore?”

“What?”

“Is that it? There’s someone else?”

You furrowed your brows and looked around the room wondering where the hell he got that from. “The fuck? No!”

“So why don’t you want to be with me anymore?”

You groaned in frustration and covered your face with your hands. He just wasn’t getting it. “That’s not what I’m saying-”

“The fuck are you saying?” His voice louder than it’s ever been towards you.

“I want to be with you, Hobie,” you tell him, the tears never ending. Your voice, as loud as it is, shakes and cracks. Hobie grabs his hair, his mind completely scattered. You were confusing him left and right. Why can’t you just come out and say-

“I don’t want to be with Spider-Man.”

Everything seems to stop. The only sound being you calming yourself down as you take some deep breaths. You couldn’t look at Hobie, you just couldn’t. As for him, he couldn’t stop looking at you utter disbelief and heartbreak.

His bottom lip quivered as it hung open. His nostrils began to flare. His chest rose and fell as he felt the lump in his throat grow. Why won’t you look at him? Please look at him…please?

“You…I don’t…” he simply can’t find the words to describe how he felt. To put it simply, you were breaking his heart. He loves you. He fucking loves you so much. It hurts that there’s nothing he can do to fix this. He can’t just stop being Spider-Man, no matter how hard he’s considering it at this moment.

He doesn’t know what yo do. He’s so hurt. He’s so…fucking…angry.

“Get out.” He says, looking at the ground.

You jerk your head up at him. Wiping your eyes, you ask him, “What?”

Hobie angrily puts his mask back on. “Get the fuck out,” he repeats, louder this time. You don’t move. You didn’t want it to end like this. Was it really going to end like this? No…

“Ba-Hobie,” Slip of the tongue. But it was too late, he heard it and it broke him even more.

“I don’t want you here when I get back.” He turns away from you and stalks towards the window. Without looking back once, he lifts it open and hops back out into the night.

You slap your hand over your mouth and squeeze your eyes shut. This feeling in your chest, you wanted to lie down and scream at the top of your lungs. You were hoping he understood, that you could reason with him, but now you were left a lonely shell of your former self. You would hate yourself for breaking his heart the way you did. As you gather your things and leave the apartment, you start to wonder, was this even worth it?

On the trek home, you decided; yes. It hurt, but nothing would compare to the pain of him not being there at the hospital when you told him you needed him there. All the moments that you needed the man you loved and he was no where to be found, you found joy in knowing that you would never experience that again.

You weren’t angry with Hobie anymore. You knew why things were the way they were now. But, that’s not a love life that you wanted. That was the most difficult thing you had to do, but you had to do it. You weren’t going to be a superhero’s girlfriend. You just weren’t. You hoped he understood one day.

And he will. But for now, Hobie watches you leave the building with a hole in his heart and hatred in his mind. For now, you just don’t want to make it work with him. Hobie knows the two of you are meant to be, he just wishes you would understand that-

No. He wishes you would accept him. You don’t . And that destroys him.

For now, you simply don’t love him enough to accept him for what he is. A huge part of him was scared of this, and would you look at that, it came true.

He was so confused. So hurt. How could you. How could you?…

ending a/n: Hi! How was it? I hope I wrote it well. I really wanted to make sure it was clear that they both are valid in their feelings about the whole thing. It made sense that it would all blow up and not end well and I think it’s very easy for someone who is dealing with a lot of emotions to not really think rationally or listen to the other person.

If you read this whole thing and was like ‘what is wrong with her’ let me try to explain my thought process. She doesn’t want to be with a superhero. She wants to be in a relationship with someone who can be there for her. Hobie was never there, if he was it was few and far between. And that’s bcs of his obligation to the world and multiverse. That’s no one’s fault. She gets that. So she’s going to find someone who CAN give her the time she needs. Someone who doesn’t have a duty to the world. Someone who can focus on her as much as she does for them.

Of course, Hobie isn’t going to understand that. All he hears is that she doesn’t want to be with him. So, he’s thinking irrationally, not really listening to what she’s saying. Taking things the wrong way bcs he’s heart broken.

I like where I ended it, but I am very open to a pt 2 in the future where they’ve gotten over it (or maybe not 👀) but they’re not going to get back together. It’ll be like closure unless I decide to never let Hobie heal from it. Hmmmm. Idk idk idk!

Anyway, I hope you guys understood my thinking and enjoyed this version of this trope. I don’t think I’ve seen it done before, it would be nice to start a trend of this. I would love to see how other people interpret this. Please feel free to discuss this particular topic more with me if you would like! I don’t bite! Y’all have a good one🩵🩵

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[maretinelli]

I THOUGHT IT WAS YOU

Jake Peralta X fem!reader

Summary: In which, y/n goes on a mission alone, things go wrong and Jake thinks his "best friend" has been murdered.

Words: 3.5K+

Warnings: Criminals, angst, mentions of blood, gunshots, detective missions, protagonists in love, best friends to lovers, happy and cute ending.

Author: Always warning, English is not my first language. I apologize for any mistakes that may occur in the story. And secondly, you can go to my profile and request stories from me, Just see which characters are on my masterlist and ask via chat or question box

Y/s: Surname

MASTERLIST

The weather in New York was starting to cool down, the leaves on the trees had all fallen in the fall, bringing a carpet of yellow, orange and brown colors.

"Hi" Y/n happily approaches Jake, who had just gotten out of the car.

"Hi, honey." He smiles all goofy.

"I brought it for you." The detective holds out a cup of coffee. "I walked from home and stopped at our favorite coffee shop."

"Thank you- Wait, what?!" He asks indignantly.

"I said I stopped by our favorite coffee shop," Y/n says naturally.

"No, before!"

"Ah, I said I came on foot," she says, entering the police station.

"Why?"

"My car is in the shop, and my bike has a flat tire."

"Oh, you're kidding." He throws his head back, walking alongside his friend and coworker. "Why didn't you tell me? I was going to pick you up! It's freezing to walk here. Not to mention how dangerous it is."

"Oh, you're kidding." He throws his head back, walking alongside his friend and coworker. "Why didn't you tell me? I was going to pick you up! It's freezing to walk here. Not to mention how dangerous it is."

"No, Jakie," he says softly, pressing the button for the elevator. "You live on the other side of town. You'd waste a lot of time coming to get me. Don't worry about it."

"I wouldn't waste any time!" Jake grimaces and lets Y/n enter the elevator first. "I could just pick you up, no complaints," he says seriously, and Y/n smiles.

"Tell me the truth, Jake. You would totally go without complaining just because you would be able to show off your new car on the streets of New York." Y/n smiles sideways, looking at Peralta.

Jake wrinkles his nose and smiles.

"Okay, one point for you! But that's not entirely true. You come before my car." He says seriously and the detective smiles. "No jokes now. After shift I'll take you home."

Y/n smiles.

"Okay, Detective Peralta." She walks closer to him and whispers in his ear, just to tease her best friend.

Jake tries not to show that he had closed his eyes, but Y/n notices.

"SERIOUSLY! I SAW YOU ROLL YOUR EYES WITH PLEASURE" Y/n jokes, patting her friend on the shoulder.

"What?? No!!" Jake says in alarm, sipping the first sip of his coffee, as the elevator opens. "Oh my God, my favorite!" He changes the subject.

Y/n, who was following right behind him, smiled.

"Of course, I know my best friend's taste," with that said, she walks past him and enters the enclosure.

Jake watches her walk to her desk.

"Best friend?" Boyle says to Jake. "You haven't told her yet-"

"Holy crap Boyle, I just got here!" Jake grumbles, but the whole squad hears.

"Excellent!!" Terry gets up. "I have news about the 51-BC case that everyone will be happy to hear."

"THIS!!" Jake and y/n scream loudly, clapping their hands together, while the squad looks at them. "Sorry," they reply together.

Jake and y/n had worked on this case for about 10 months and had no progress, and of course, what Terry said was really good news.

With everyone in the squad gathered in the meeting room, and Holt present, the Sergeant began to talk about the case.

"As we know, the criminal Jean had fled abroad. But everything indicates that he is back in New York. His drug supplier was caught with one of Jean's old henchmen. I asked Amy and Rosa to follow them last afternoon in the park and found some clues about where they might be."

"Detective Diaz and I, we found evidence that Jean was hiding in the old abandoned Benny's pizzeria. Because it's a bigger place with more floors"

"No, not at Berry's!" Y/n exclaims disappointedly.

Jake sighs sadly too.

"Something wrong, Y/N?" Holt asks.

"No, no, Captain. It's just that Y/n and I used Benny's as a refuge from our families when we were kids" Jake says and Y/n agrees, sitting in the next chair, with Peralta's feet in her lap.

"You guys grew up together?" Holt asks in surprise.

"Me, Gina and Jake"

"There's something I didn't know about Peralta."

Jake opens his arms and smiles victoriously.

"Okay, back to the point. I'm sending detectives so they can investigate how we can break into the place and arrest Jean." Terry says, flipping through the spreadsheet. "Okay, Amy and Rosa stayed here to review the old information. Boyle will be in charge of the signal from the devices. Y/N will drive Jake to the location and stay in the car, in case the plan goes wrong. Jake, you go in!"

"TRY!"

"NO!"

Everyone looks at Y/n, because her scream is louder than Jake's.

"What do you mean, no?"

"No, Sergeant. Let me go investigate the hideout. Not to brag, but I've been on this case longer than Jake has." She turns and smiles at her friend.

"Stay in your lane, I've been on this case for 10 months." He looks the woman up and down.

"Yeah, but y/s is the one who initially took the case. How many months ago? Like, 5 months earlier than you." Rosa turns and smiles victoriously.

"Damn..." Peralta mutters.

"Thank you so much, Rosa" y/n winks at her friend and she gives a small smile.

"Are you sure you can handle it? If something unexpected happens, you'll have to fight or run."

"Seriously, look at me. With this body here I can put anyone on the ground!" She stands up and shows off the muscles that were clearly invisible.

"Tell me this, Miss Weakling. On Saturday at your house, you couldn't even open a jar of pickles by yourself. You had to ask for my help." Jake throws it in her face, approaching Y/n and smiling.

"Uuuh, what did you do at her house?" Boyle asks, smirking at Jake.

"SHUT UP, CHARLES" Y/n and Jake yell together.

"Well, if Y/N says she can handle it. You can give her the job." Holt says. "If you need anything, I'll be in my office.

He leaves and leaves Jake angry.

"Damn. What am I going to do in that case?" He asks and Terry smiles.

"Simple, you'll stay here and lead Y/n to the places where the criminals aren't, based on security camera images"

Jake pretends to slide off the chair, taking his feet off his friend's lap.

"Cry, but cry quietly so you don't bother me" y/n teases, passing by him and going to change her clothes to pretend she was a mere tourist.

After each of the detectives were at their stations with the case, the journey began.

Jake had lent the car so that y/n could go to the place without raising suspicion.

"For Jake to lend his car, he has to be very much in love" Amy says and Rosa smiles looking at him.

"Total. They looked at his little face when y/n thanked him with a 'thank you, my dear'. He almost exploded" Diaz comments and the people start to scream in euphoria.

"Don't you have anything else to do?" Jake ignores them, asking a question.

"No. We're waiting for you to send us the images from the cameras and turn on the devices so communicate with y/n and start work."

"Oh, right." Jake straightens up in his chair and starts working on the computer. "Detective Y/n, are you listening?" Peralta asks through the microphone that was connected to Y/n's headset.

"Listening in, Detective. Almost there."

"Okay. Guys, Detective S/n said he's close to the location, you can start working" he says and everyone starts doing everything they can to make sure y/n doesn't get caught.

After Y/n parked the car and got out to sneak into Jean's hideout, she passed on information to the detectives at the police station.

"Jake. I went into Benny's. No sign of any drug dealers, apparently."

"So? Just like when we were little?" Jake asks, but the captain listens.

"JAKE!"

"Sorry sir!" He says seriously. "Y/n...?"

"Exactly as we left it. I even bumped into that stove we had built to roast that piece of chicken you brought. Untouched."

"That's it!!" Jake gets a little excited in joy.

"Did she find anything?" Rosa asks curiously.

"No, but the stove we made when we were younger is still there" Jake sends a jewel with his hand and Diaz rolls his eyes.

"Jake, Jake, Jake!!" Y/n speaks quickly and Jake presses the headphones to hear more.

"Tell the squad that I found traces of a package of marijuana, the same ones we found months ago," she says, already putting gloves on her hands to pick up the evidence.

Jake informs the squad of the entire process that y/n had achieved. While Amy was already taking notes.

"I just spotted Jean, he has three goons behind him and I spotted a few more upstairs. Let Terry and Bolt know I'm aborting the mission."

"Okay, be careful." Jake takes care of y/n. "Sergeant!! S/n spotted Jean, but she's coming back here because there are a lot of henchmen there."

"Correct, let us know that with the evidence and information she gave, it is more than enough for us to enter with the entire squad," Sergeant Jefford explains.

"Honey, the sergeant asked-..."

"JAKE, I THINK I'M BEING STALLED." She whispers into the microphone, which makes the sound loud in the police station.

The squad stands on alert, ready to rush out and get her.

"Calm down Y/n, everything's going to be okay" Jake tries to calm the woman who was surrounded by criminals.

"Jake, they're really chasing me." The detective hears y/n's shoes making noise as she runs. "Jakie I--" they end up losing connection with the detective who was in action.

"Y/n?? Y/N??" Jake yells into the microphone and then looks at the squad who were in shock.

"We've lost connection," Boyle says and they don't know what to do.

"Let's go after her," Jake says, already grabbing his coat.

"No, we can't go," Sergeant says. "I know she's in danger, but if we go there, we could all die. They probably recognized her from last time."

"Sergeant! I need to go after her!"

"I ALREADY SAID NO!" Terry shouts, making everyone in the squad jump. "The best thing to do now is to send another police station there. Jean and the henchmen know us and this can only make things worse for y/n."

With that, Rosa starts dialing the nearest police station, reporting the unexpected event that happened on their mission and asking for help.

Meanwhile, Boyle and Terry began to calm Jake down, making him not leave the police station.

Until they start hearing a shrill noise coming from Y/n's microphone. Jake quickly runs to the table so he can talk to her.

"Hey, hey, honey! Y/N talk to us." Jake yells into his microphone.

However, the only thing the squad hears are three gunshots, someone falling to the ground and the loud noise again.

Jake falls into his chair in shock, disconnecting the connection between his and the detective's devices, while not really knowing who those shots were from.

"Oh my God." He says, staring at a fixed point, tears already threatening to fall.

The entire squad was left speechless. No one knew if those shots came from the gun that y/n had taken or from Jean's henchmen.

"What now?" Amy asks Terry desperately.

"Wait for news from the other police station," the sergeant says, sitting in the chair and placing his hands on his face.

Jake just looks at him with tears falling silently and stands up.

"If y/n is dead. It's your fault" Jake says through gritted teeth and points his finger at the Sergeant.

•••••••••••••••••••••

50 minutes had passed, no sign of y/n at the police station, no messages from her and no sign of the other police station finding her there.

"I'M TALKING. IF THEY SHOT AT HER IT'S THE SERGEANT'S FAULT" Jake, who had already been upset for a few minutes, began to scream even more.

"JAKE STOP IT" Boyle says, as Holt holds Peralta from behind so he doesn't jump on Terry.

Meanwhile, the rest of the squad was calling all the police stations looking for news about the group member.

With the sound of the elevator opening unexpectedly, squad 99 looks in the direction and sees y/n coming out with someone handcuffed.

"Oh my!" Jake sighs in relief.

Everyone was shocked when a bloodied detective entered the pen and placed Jean inside the temporary prison.

"I got this piece of shit!" She throws him into the cell and runs her hand over the large cut on his lips.

"Damn..." She whispers.

Holt releases Jake without any reaction, which was also — common. Leaving Peralta to run towards y/n.

"Jake..." Y/n whispers.

"Honey, you're all hurt. Come on, let's fix this." Jake takes Y/n out of the room and takes her to the file room, which was calmer and more refreshing.

Y/n walks the whole way in silence, and sits at a table, while watching Jake take a first aid kit out of the closet.

"For God's sake, Y/n. With those three shots, I thought you were dead." The brunette says, approaching Y/n with cotton and alcohol to clean her skin.

"Sorry, I was trying to get in touch with you guys- Aawww Jake!!" She whines as she feels the alcohol clean her wounds.

"Sorry, honey," he says softly, making her smile at the tone of his voice.

"It's okay. The worst is over."

"Could you tell me what happened there?" Jake asks quietly, now cleaning the wound on her forehead.

"When I warned that I was being chased, Jean's three henchmen came at me, making my wiretap fall off. Luckily, I managed to throw them to the ground. However, Jean came after me, I tried to fight him, but I failed. The shots came from his gun, but the shots ended up going upwards, so I managed to knock him down and arrest him." Y/n summarizes what had happened.

"I thought the sound of someone falling was someone falling dead." Jake says and uses the cotton to clean the wound on the woman's lips. "...and I thought it was you." He looks at her woman's eyes.

"Sorry... I couldn't text or anything, my phone was broken. And the bug too. Sorry to worry you guys, Jake."

"You worried ME. I thought I was going to lose you forever. Do you know the despair that ran through my veins when I heard those shots and didn't know who they were?" Jake lets the tears fall, making Y/n cry silently too. "I really thought I was going to lose you today. And I don't want that, ever." He wipes the woman's lips and looks at her intently.

"You love me, don't you?"

Jake smiles awkwardly.

"Sure, I'm your best friend"

"Jake, no." Y/n smiles and then says seriously. "You love me romantically."

Jake is silent. Because that really was true.

Damn, that was so true.

"I've noticed it in the last few years. The way you show it is clear, just not to me until Amy said the way you look at me. The flirting, the unnoticed glances..."

"Y/n, no"

"Yes. After all, you wouldn't be staring at my mouth and with your hand lightly squeezing my thigh if you weren't in love with me," she says jokingly and they laugh.

"Okay, young lady. You win, I'm so in love with you. I've loved you since we were 15 and it hurt so much not to be able to tell you this secret. And the thought of losing you today, without ever having had you, broke my heart into so many pieces. Damn, Y/N. I love you so much!" He smiles with tears.

"For your information. I love you romantically too." She smiles and closes the gap between them. Sealing their lips in a kiss they had been waiting for over a decade for. A passionate kiss, but at the same time hungry for what they had lost over the years.

"The squad is asking how you are- OH, I'M SORRY, I CAME TO SEE HOW YOU ARE!" Amy says, desperate after catching Peralta and Y/N kissing.

Jake steps away from y/n smiling, trying to hide it by looking at the files. Y/n hides a smile.

"I'm fine, Amy. It was just superficial cuts, Jake's taking care of them for me." Y/n says, holding back a smile.

"Oh yeah, taking care." Santiago raises his eyebrows and smiles. "I'll let the squad know that you'll be up soon and that you're okay."

Y/n nods.

Before leaving, Amy turns to y/n and smiles, showing a jewel with her fingers while whispering. "That's it, good job. Finally."

Y/n rolls her eyes and Jake turns back to her.

"I know she did something while I wasn't looking, what did she say?" He asks smiling, approaching y/n and placing his hands on her thighs again.

Y/n laughed.

"She whispered 'Well done' and 'finally.'" The detective smiles.

Jake laughs.

"For her to talk like that, it's because you've really been in love with me for a long time." He jokes, making her roll her eyes and smile.

"A long time ago." Y/n smiles, approaching Peralta's lips again. "Ask Gina, she knows exactly the day I told her I was in love with you."

"And of course she knows, she keeps everything"

"Yeah" Y/n chuckles into Jake's lips.

"Now come here, I haven't finished kissing my new girlfriend and future wife's lips." Jake says, making y/n smile big and press her lips against his.