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hey cutie pie !! ive literally been obsessed with ur writing and re-reading ur george clarke fic 🤭. i was wondering if u could make a george clarke fic about reader being highschool sweethearts with him ( i dont know where id want it to go its completely up to you, ive just seen soso many photos of younger george in school and hes so cutesy and yum ) anyway bye bye xx

Sweetheart || George Clarke.

Part 1

Ur honestly so cute, I need to start re-reading my drafts and publishing them.. currently have inside ep 1,2 in my drafts rn😩 BUT THANK YOU CUTIE!! Hope you like this 😊

Summary: She’s the school’s star cheerleader, and he’s the cocky rugby player who drives her up the wall. They’ve been at each other’s throats for as long as they can remember petty arguments, competitive banter, stolen glances that last too long.

But when Charlie, one of George’s teammates, starts flirting a little too shamelessly, the rivalry between them shifts into something sharper, more personal. Because George hates it—hates the way Charlie talks about her, the way he looks at her.

And one day, he snaps.

George x reader, fem!reader , explicit language

There most definitely will be a part 2 to this!!

ENJOY!!

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If there was one person in the entire school who could ruin my day in under five seconds, it was George Clarkey.

And unfortunately, he seemed to be everywhere.

“You’re glaring again,” my best friend, Liv, pointed out, nudging me with her elbow.

I tore my eyes away from the rugby pitch, where George was currently jogging back to his position, annoyingly smug even while covered in mud. His school rugby shirt was practically clinging to him, damp from the drizzle, and his curls were messy from where he kept ruffling them.

Not that I noticed. Obviously.

“I’m not glaring,” I said, flipping my ponytail over my shoulder. “I’m just… observing.”

Liv snorted. “Right. Observing how fit he looks?”

I turned to her, horrified. “Absolutely not. He’s—ugh insufferable. Cocky, irritating, never stops talking. Did I mention cocky?”

“Only about a hundred times.”

And, as if on cue, George spotted me from across the field. A slow smirk spread across his face, like he knew he was annoying me just by existing.

He jogged a bit closer and called out, loud enough for everyone to hear, “You here to support me, sweetheart?”

I clenched my jaw, ignoring the way my stomach flipped at that ridiculous nickname.

“Please,” I shot back, hands on my hips. “If I wanted to watch someone roll around in the mud, I’d get a dog.”

His teammates howled with laughter, clapping him on the back. But George? He just grinned, jogging backwards like he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

“You’re obsessed with me, admit it!”

“In your dreams, Clarkey!”

The thing about George was that he thrived on winding me up. Which meant I couldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that, no matter how annoying he was..he also made my heart race in a way that I hated.

George and I had been at each other’s throats since Year 9. It started when he made a very loud, very wrong comment about how cheerleading wasn’t a real sport. I may have responded by stealing his boots before a big match. He retaliated by swapping my water bottle with vinegar during training.

From there, it spiralled. Pranks, insults, who can annoy the other the most. It was our thing.

So when we walked into history the next day and the teacher started reading out partner assignments for our coursework, I wasn’t worried. There was no way she’d put me with George. She knew we were a disaster waiting to happen.

But then—

“George Clarkey and [ ].”

The entire room went silent.

Someone actually gasped.

I blinked. “You’re joking.”

George, sitting two seats away, let out a low whistle. “Ooh. That’s unfortunate for you, sweetheart.”

The teacher ignored both of us. “You’ll be working together on this project for the next few weeks, so I suggest you figure out a way to get along.”

I turned to George, who was already watching me with that bloody smirk. “You better actually do work,” I muttered as I slid into the seat next to him.

He leaned in slightly, voice low enough that only I could hear. “What, scared to spend time with me?”

My breath hitched annoyingly but I masked it with an unimpressed look. “Scared you’ll get shown up by me, more like.”

His grin deepened, all challenge and amusement. “This is gonna be fun.”

I had a horrible feeling he was right.

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I hated being partnered with George. I really did.

But if there was one small silver lining to this absolute disaster of a situation, it was that his best mate, Charlie, was actually a decent person.

Charlie was in my maths class, and we’d always gotten along well enough. Unlike George, he wasn’t constantly winding me up or trying to make my life miserable. And, unlike George, he didn’t seem to think cheerleading was a joke.

“You’re well unlucky,” Charlie said with a sympathetic smile as we walked out of class together. “Being stuck with Clarkey, I mean. Absolute nightmare, that one.”

I snorted. “Tell me about it.”

He grinned. “If you need someone to rant to, I’m happy to volunteer.”

And then, before I could even respond, George appeared out of nowhere, stepping right between us like some sort of human barricade.

“Alright, mate?” George clapped Charlie on the back a bit too hard. “Didn’t know you were trying to steal my project partner.”

Charlie laughed, glancing at me. “She’s your problem now, not mine.”

George turned to me, eyebrows raised. “That true, sweetheart? You going round complaining about me already?”

I rolled my eyes. “Didn’t have to. Everyone already knows you’re unbearable.”

He smirked. “And yet, here you are, walking with my mate. What, trying to get closer to me through him?”

Charlie shot him a look. “Don’t be a nob, Clarkey.”

George laughed like he wasn’t being completely insufferable, but something flickered in his expression something I couldn’t quite place.

I ignored it. Instead, I turned to Charlie and smiled. “I’ll see you later, yeah?”

His face lit up in a way that made something twist in my stomach.

I wasn’t oblivious I’d noticed the way Charlie looked at me lately. The way he found excuses to talk to me, to sit next to me in class. And, if I was honest, I liked the attention.

It wasn’t like that but it was nice. Unlike George, who lived to annoy me, Charlie was easy to talk to.

Apparently, George hated that.

Because as soon as Charlie walked off, he let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his damp curls. “Fucking hell. If I have to watch him flirt with you for the next few weeks, I might actually lose my mind.”

I crossed my arms, tilting my head. “What’s your problem?”

He scoffed. “Charlie never shuts up about you. It’s pathetic.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh, so you can flirt with half the school, but the second someone likes me, it’s a problem?”

His jaw clenched. “I don’t flirt with everyone.”

I let out a humourless laugh. “Right. You just call everyone ‘sweetheart’ and wink at anything that moves.”

George’s smirk twitched slightly, but there was something else behind it now, something a little more serious.

“You jealous, love?” His voice was lower now, teasing, but not in his usual careless way.

I stared at him. “Of what?”

He stepped closer. Not enough to be obvious, not enough to draw attention, but enough. Enough that I caught the scent of his aftershave, enough that my pulse betrayed me completely.

“Of them,” he murmured. “The girls I flirt with.”

I refused to let him get to me. Refused to let him know that my brain was currently short circuiting from the way he was looking at me.

So I forced a smirk, tilting my head up defiantly. “Not even a little bit.”

Lie. Massive, massive lie.

But George just hummed, stepping back with a knowing glint in his eyes. “If you say so, sweetheart.”

And then he was walking off, leaving me standing there, heart hammering, absolutely furious that he could still get under my skin like that.

But come to think of it, I wasn’t encouraging Charlie. Not really.

But I also wasn’t stopping him.

Because, if nothing else, watching George Clarkey’s jaw clench every time Charlie spoke to me was quickly becoming one of my new favourite things.

“Here, let me carry that for you,” Charlie offered, reaching for my books as we walked out of the library.

I raised an eyebrow. “I can carry my own books, you know.”

He grinned. “Yeah, but I’m trying to be chivalrous.”

I rolled my eyes but let him take them anyway. “What a gentleman.”

Charlie was easy to be around. He was funny, charming, and unlike George he didn’t actively make it his mission to wind me up constantly.

Which is exactly why I shouldn’t have been even remotely surprised when George appeared out of nowhere, stepping directly between us like a human roadblock.

“Oi, Charlie,” he said, completely ignoring me. “Didn’t know you’d started a new career as a personal assistant.”

Charlie let out a short laugh. “It’s called being nice, Clarkey. You should try it sometime.”

George’s gaze snapped to me, sharp and unreadable. “Think she can manage carrying her own books, though.”

Charlie shrugged. “Yeah, but I offered.”

George let out a slow breath, rubbing the back of his neck like he was physically restraining himself from saying something stupid. Which was rare for him, considering he never shut up.

“Whatever,” he muttered, finally turning to me. “You ready for this project thing or what?”

I gave him a look. “You mean the thing you were ten minutes late for?”

He smirked. “Took my time. Knew you’d still be here flirting with Charlie, anyway.”

I scoffed, ignoring the way my face betrayed me completely by heating up. “I was not—”

“Anyway,” Charlie cut in, clearing his throat. He handed my books back, giving me a quick smile. “I’ll see you later, yeah?”

I nodded. “Yeah, see you.”

The second he was gone, George let out a short, irritated breath.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered under his breath. “You really like entertaining him, don’t you?”

I turned to him, crossing my arms. “And what exactly is your problem with that?”

He scoffed. “No problem.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Right. That’s why you keep glaring at him like he’s personally offended you.”

George rolled his eyes, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “He’s just—” He paused, shaking his head. “Forget it.”

But now I was curious. I stepped forward, tilting my head. “He’s just what?”

George exhaled sharply, muttering something under his breath before meeting my gaze again. “He’s a mate, alright? And I know for a fact that if he actually asked you out, it wouldn’t just be some little flirt for him.”

I frowned. “And what if he did ask me out?”

George went completely still.

I almost laughed at the look on his face like the thought had genuinely never occurred to him before. Like he hadn’t actually considered the possibility that I might actually say yes.

Then his jaw tensed.

“You wouldn’t,” he said simply.

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And why’s that?”

George met my gaze, something unreadable flickering behind his usual cocky, irritating expression.

Then he smirked, leaning in slightly just enough to make my breath hitch.

“Because,” he murmured, “you’d get bored of him in about a week.”

My stomach flipped. Stupid. So stupid.

I straightened my shoulders, forcing a scoff. “And you think I wouldn’t get bored of you?”

George’s smirk deepened, his voice dropping just enough to send a shiver down my spine.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said smoothly. “You’d never get bored of me.”

My heart was pounding now, and I hated him for it. Hated the way he could do this push my buttons, wind me up, and still make my stomach do stupid, ridiculous flips all at once.

So I forced a smile. A sweet, fake, infuriatingly polite smile.

“Watch me.”

Then I turned and walked off, knowing full well that George Clarkey was still watching me the entire way.

And, if I wasn’t completely losing my mind, I think I just made things even worse.

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At first, it was just light teasing compliments here, cheeky comments there. And I didn’t mind it. In fact, I enjoyed it. Not because I fancied him, but because of the way George absolutely lost his mind every time Charlie so much as looked at me.

But lately, it had shifted.

Charlie had started getting… bolder. The lingering touches, the low murmurs when no one else was listening. And while I’d brushed it off at first, something about it felt off.

I just hadn’t realised how off until I overheard exactly what he was saying about me.

The changing room was loud with the usual post-training banter—laughter, the sound of boots being tossed aside, the occasional thud of someone slamming a locker shut. Charlie was in the middle of a story, half-dressed, stretching out his sore muscles.

Then her name came up.

A few heads turned, but no one stopped him. Charlie had been talking about her a lot lately—more than usual. Flirting with her in the corridors, finding excuses to be around her. But today, there was a different edge to his words.

A low chuckle. “Mate, I swear, the things I’d do to her…”

George stilled.

“Bet she’s a little tease in private, all attitude in public but proper desperate behind closed doors.”

Someone snorted. Someone else muttered, “Behave, mate.” But no one stopped him.

“I’d have her screaming my name by the end of the night.”

The sound of boots hitting the floor, a sharp inhale—then a sudden, violent slam.

Charlie’s back hit the lockers with a heavy thud.

The room went silent.

George stood in front of him, fists clenched, jaw tight, eyes burning with something dangerous.

“Shut your f**king mouth, Charlie.”

A stunned pause. Then, Charlie let out a short, breathless laugh. “The f**k, Clarkey?”

George didn’t move. Didn’t blink. “Say that again. I f**king dare you.”

Charlie’s smirk flickered, like he couldn’t decide whether to be pissed off or amused. “Oh, come on. It’s just banter.”

“Banter?” The word came out slow, sharp.

Charlie scoffed. “Don’t tell me you care. It’s not like she’s yours.”

The tension in the room snapped, thick enough to choke on.

Every muscle in George’s body was drawn tight, like he was barely holding himself back. A challenge hung in the air, unspoken but blistering.

Then, movement in the doorway.

Her voice.

“George?”

Everything stopped.

Heads turned. A few of the boys suddenly found something very interesting about their boots.

She stood in the entrance, eyes locked on George, gaze flicking between him and Charlie. Something shifted in her expression—realisation, understanding.

And then, without a word, she walked past Charlie like he wasn’t even there.

Straight to George.

Fingers wrapped around his wrist. A small but deliberate touch.

No one spoke.

Charlie let out a breath, muttering something under his breath, but no one laughed this time.

A moment passed.

Then she tugged George towards the door, and he let her.

The second they were gone, the silence broke.

“Mate, what the f**k was that?” someone muttered.

No one had an answer. But everyone knew. Something had just changed.

The walk from the changing room was silent.

She hadn’t let go of his wrist. Not until they were outside, away from the laughter, the echo of boots against the floor, the lingering weight of what just happened.

When she finally did, George exhaled sharply, running a hand through his damp curls. His whole body was still wired with anger, every muscle tense.

She watched him carefully, arms crossed. “What the hell was that?”

George let out a sharp, humourless laugh, looking away. “You heard what that dickhead was saying.”

“Yeah, I did,” she shot back. “But why do you care so much?”

That question hit him like a punch to the gut.

His jaw clenched. “Are you fucking serious?”

She stepped closer, voice low. “Yes, George. I’m serious. You’ve been acting like a complete lunatic every time Charlie so much as looks at me. And now you’re starting fights in the changing room? What is your problem?”

George scoffed, shaking his head. “My problem? My problem is that he talks about you like you’re some fucking thing to win.”

Her breath hitched, but she didn’t look away.

George huffed out another breath, stepping back. “Forget it. You clearly don’t care.”

A beat of silence. Then..

“You think I don’t care?”

Her voice was quiet, but something in it made him pause.

He turned back, and—fuck

She wasn’t just angry. She was hurt.

Something twisted in his chest, hard and sudden.

She shook her head, looking at him like she was finally seeing it. “You don’t get to stand there and act like you’re the only one who’s pissed off, George. You think I liked hearing him say that? You think I liked knowing you were about to..” She stopped herself, inhaling sharply. “I don’t need you fighting my battles for me.”

George let out a slow breath, dragging a hand over his face. “I wasn’t—” He stopped. Swallowed. “I wasn’t thinking.”

“No shit,” she muttered.

For a second, neither of them spoke.

A gust of wind blew past, the only sound between them. The usual noise of the school a distant shout from the pitch, the sound of doors slamming felt muffled, like they were in their own space, locked in this moment neither of them knew how to get out of.

George exhaled. “Look.” His voice came out quieter than before, rough around the edges. “I just” He stopped himself, shaking his head. “Forget it.”

She hated when he did that started a sentence, then shut it down like it didn’t matter.

So she stepped forward, forcing him to meet her eyes. “Say it.”

His jaw ticked. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Say it, George.”

And that was it. That was the breaking point.

Because before he could stop himself, the words spilled out, raw and reckless

“Of course it fucking matters!”

Her breath caught.

George shoved a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “I hate it. I hate watching him flirt with you. I hate the way he talks about you. I hate” He stopped, shaking his head. “I hate that you don’t fucking see it.”

Silence.

Her voice was barely a whisper. “See what?”

George let out a harsh laugh, bitter and frustrated, because seriously?

He stepped closer. Not like before not teasing, not playful. This was something different. Something that made the air between them feel thick, heavy, electric.

“Jesus Christ.” His voice was lower now, rough. “You, sweetheart. You think I’ve been acting like this for fun? You think I don’t care?” His breath was uneven, and he hated it. Hated that she could do this to him. “I care too fucking much, and it’s ruining me.”

The words hung there, unshakable.

She didn’t move. Didn’t say a word.

Then slowly, carefully she reached for his wrist.

Soft, hesitant.

And George who was always so loud, so sure, so quick with a comeback went completely, utterly still.

Something in his chest tightened.

Her fingers curled slightly, just enough to keep him there. Not pulling, not pushing. Just holding on.

And George?

George let her.

Because he was done fighting it.

The weight of George’s words still hung in the air, thick and impossible to ignore.

“I care too fucking much, and it’s ruining me.”

She hadn’t moved. Hadn’t spoken. Just stood there, fingers still wrapped around his wrist soft, hesitant, deliberate.

George didn’t breathe. Didn’t dare.

Because if he did, if he let himself feel this properly, he didn’t know if he’d be able to stop.

She looked at him then, really looked at him, and it was too much the way her gaze softened, the way she was holding onto him like she finally understood.

“George,” she said, voice quieter now, like the fight had drained out of her.

And it wrecked him.

Because he’d spent so long pretending acting like none of this mattered, like she wasn’t under his skin in ways that no one else had ever been.

But now?

Now she was so close.

And he couldn’t pretend anymore.

His free hand lifted without thinking, fingers brushing against her jaw, tentative, testing giving her a chance to pull away.

She didn’t.

If anything, she leaned into it.

Something inside him snapped.

Before either of them could talk themselves out of it, he tilted his head and closed the space between them, pressing his lips against hers.

Soft at first hesitant, searching but then she made a small, breathless sound against his mouth, and it sent something crashing through him.

His hands moved, gripping her waist, pulling her closer, like he was making up for every second he’d wasted pushing her away.

She kissed him back like she’d been waiting for this just as long, fingers twisting in his hoodie, holding him there, like she needed this too.

And God, he was gone for her. Completely, helplessly gone.

When they finally pulled apart, their breathing was uneven, faces still close.

Her fingers were still curled into his hoodie. His hands were still on her waist.

And George who had always been so cocky, so sure of himself could barely get his voice to work.

“Sweetheart…” His forehead rested against hers, voice rough, breathless. “Tell me I haven’t just completely fucked this up.”

A small, mischievous smile tugged at her lips.

“You think I’d kiss you like that if you had?”

George huffed out a laugh, shaking his head, thumb tracing absent circles on her hip.

“You’re a tease,” he murmured.

She grinned. “And you love it.”

He did.

And for once, he wasn’t afraid to admit it.

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mattscoquette · 23 days ago

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MY TUMBLR ONE YEAR 🎀🐇🧺🫧💗

𐙚 today is officially one year since i start posting and writing on my blog! i am seriously so thankful i did, because i have made so many new friends on here ��🤍 it brought back a love and passion for writing i didn’t think i’d ever have again, to the point where i’m being recommended to take an advanced creative fiction writing class at my college! i would not have been at this point in my life without all you guys who read my stuff either!!!! to have accumulated 50,000+ notes on my works and nearly 6k followers is so beyond what id ever think what happen with my blog 😭😭😭 and i’m so so so so so grateful!! i truly do take every single compliment and kind word to heart, it boggles my mind how many people like my writing. like seriously. i remember being a lurker blog for so long, and now im mutuals and friends with almost every writer i looked up to? crazy. to me, tumblr and my blog is more than the triplets, i come on here to share my thoughts and writing, and to interact with my friends. i seriously love each and every single person reading this, even if we’ve talked once. again, i’m just super appreciative of all the support i’ve received in the last year! if u told me a year ago as i was uploading my first fic about how much my blog would grow i would not have believed you at all 😞🤍 im just sososo grateful for u all!!! love everyone sm ♡︎♡︎♡︎

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deliciousangelfestival · 11 months ago

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The Malicious Daughter Is Back! - 4

Character : Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: It's just a business marriage. Bucky thought it would be easy until he encountered the stepsister of his fiancée. She turned his world upside down.

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Bucky was speechless after you kissed his hand, even though it was through the leather gloves.

You let go of his hand. "Was that too much? Sorry, I’m just overwhelmed by the offer you gave."

“I take that as a yes?” Bucky asked, still processing.

“Well yeah, didn’t I seal it by kissing your hand? I thought it was clear.” You smiled, a hint of playfulness in your eyes.

Bucky chuckled softly. "That's a new way to accept an offer, but joke aside, I’m grateful you accepted."

You lowered your guard, leaning back slightly. "So what happens next? I have to say, I won’t do anything that makes me a homewrecker."

“Oh gosh, nothing like that,” Bucky reassured you, his tone earnest.

“That’s a relief.” You let out a breath, feeling more at ease.

Suddenly, Bucky's phone rang. He picked it up and saw the caller ID: "Victoria." He bit the inside of his cheek, not wanting to talk to her at this moment. However, he didn't want to ignore the call either, as his fiancée would quickly learn that he had no feelings for her.

He excused himself to answer the call. "Hello?"

"Hello, my fiancé. I apologize for bothering you, but I heard something that doesn't sit quite right with me. I heard that you are with my older sister?" Victoria asked, her voice calm and cheerful, though her perfectly manicured fingers were crumpling a few papers nervously on the other end.

Bucky felt like he had just been caught cheating. "I am. I have something to discuss with her because of what happened last night."

"Oh, I see. Alright, I won’t bother you. See you soon." Victoria ended the call, smirking as she looked at her phone. She knew Bucky's reputation—quiet and calm but ruthless if disrespected. She remembered how you embarrassed him last night and thought perhaps he was giving you a warning.

Victoria felt a tickle of satisfaction, believing Bucky understood her without her needing to lift a finger. She felt lucky to have him as her fiancé.

Bucky, not entirely sure what had just transpired, felt relieved that Victoria didn't seem suspicious and quickly ended the call.

He returned to you and saw you chatting with the waitress and his secretary. In seconds, you had already become close to new people.

Unlike you, Bucky’s circle of friends all had to undergo background checks before he could trust them.

"Let’s talk in the car. I’ll drop you off," Bucky suggested.

"Sure," you agreed, thinking this would save you transportation money.

Inside the luxurious car, you felt like you were being enveloped by the comfortable seat. Even if you worked for 20 years on your teacher’s salary, you wouldn’t be able to afford this car.

Bucky wore his reading glasses and read a document. He spoke to you without lifting his head. "Tomorrow, after your school is over, I’ll pick you up, and we'll meet my psychiatrist."

You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

Bucky explained, "He knows my condition, and I hope bringing you to meet him will help us find a solution." His voice sounded serious, a little desperate.

"Have you had this disorder since you were little?" you asked.

He flinched, his hand stopping mid-motion as he was about to flip the paper. "It started when I was 12 years old," Bucky replied, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

His expression turned grieving. You knew this was the moment to stop asking questions; after all, you’d just met him for the second time. There’s a limit to how personal you can get with someone you barely know.

🥀🥀🥀🥀

The car stopped in front of a small house. It looked old but cozy, especially the garden with its many flowers. Bucky wondered if it was you who took care of all the roses.

You rolled your eyes, "It was my grandma who has the green thumb."

Bucky glanced at the flowers. "Pretty. I’m grateful for your cooperation, but I hope none of this gets leaked to outsiders."

So he was giving you a warning. You made a gesture of zipping your lips. "My lips are sealed." Then you closed the car door and headed to your house.

After he saw you enter the house, he told his driver to start the car.

You watched the car drive away from behind the curtain.

"Is that your boyfriend, my Ophelia?" The cheerful voice of an older woman startled you. You jumped, turning to see your grandma, Cassandra, standing beside you.

She smiled at you, happiness evident in her eyes, but you couldn't share her joy. To your grandmother, you were her daughter, Ophelia, your mother, who had passed away years ago.

Life had been cruel to her, taking away her only daughter, her son-in-law ignored her, and her business at the same time, which took a significant toll on her. The final blow was dementia.

She didn’t remember you at all. At 70 years old, her mind had regressed to when she was 40. Because of the striking resemblance between you and your mother, she thought you were Ophelia.

You sighed and put on a smile for her. "No, he's just a friend."

Cassandra giggled. "Really? Your father will be jealous when he hears this. Uhuk... uhuk..." She started coughing. You bring her to sit on her chair.

Your heart clenched each time you heard your grandma cough. It was getting worse.

She needed surgery, but you didn't have the money.

Having a rich father like Jonathan was useless because you didn't have access to your money. The reason was clear: Genevieve and Victoria.

She really hated you and wanted you to starve to death.

You quickly put a blanket on Cassandra lap and turned on the air humidifier to help ease her cough.

As you added the eucalyptus and lemongrass essential oil into the humidifier, your eyes caught the family photo on the wall. It was a picture of your family—your dad, your mom, and your grandparents—standing in front of your childhood home. Everyone was gathered to celebrate your birthday. But now, it was all just a memory.

You clenched your fist, feeling a surge of determination. Soon, you would get what was supposed to be yours.

💋💋💋💋

The next day after school, you went with Bucky to see the psychiatrist. But before that, the school was in an uproar because of the clothes you were wearing. You, who always dressed like a vampire hunter in jeans, combat boots, a grey shirt, and a black jacket, were now wearing a casual outfit with a vintage aesthetic.

You wore a cream-colored blouse tucked into a high-waisted plaid skirt paired with brown loafers and a light brown blazer with elbow patches. Your hair was styled in soft waves, and you carried a small leather satchel. The change in your appearance left everyone talking.

Jimmy couldn’t believe you were the same teacher who always yelled at him. “Who are you?”

You replied with a smirk, “Your worst nightmare.”

Everyone nodded in agreement. Despite your elegant outfit, you still commanded authority.

Bucky also noticed the change in your appearance. “You look different.”

You explained, “I don’t want your psychiatrist to think that I could be a bad influence on you.”

“Fair point,” he nodded in agreement.

After a while, both of you arrived at the destination, a fancy clinic. The receptionist, already accustomed to Bucky's appointments, greeted him warmly. “He’s waiting for you.”

Bucky led you to the room, which was bright and comfortable, conducive to a relaxed atmosphere. The walls were painted in calming colors and adorned with abstract art, and the furniture was modern yet inviting.

There was already someone sitting in the chair, holding a pen and a writing board. It was Dr. Javier, who had known Bucky for a long time.

Javier waited until both Bucky and you were seated. "You told me that you had a breakthrough. Is it her?" he inquired.

Bucky nodded, taking off his leather gloves and putting on a pulse oximeter on his finger. He then reached for your hand, and you placed yours in his.

Javier widened his eyes and adjusted his glasses. Bucky showed no signs of panic attacks, and his pulse appeared normal. "Wow. Incredible. How long has this been happening?" Javier asked.

Bucky replied, "Three days."

"After you touched her, you mentioned trying to shake somebody else's hand. Did the panic attacks suddenly reappear then?" Javier inquired further.

Bucky confirmed, "Yes."

Javier wondered what made you so special. Suddenly, he moved closer to you without warning.

You exclaimed, "What the-?"

“Interesting,” Javier nodded. “I can think of one reason: your body fragrance.”

You were taken aback. Did you really smell bad? You started sniffing your clothes. They were still new; you had only worn them three times, and they had been dry cleaned.

Then you remembered, “I am surrounded by buckets of sweat and cigarettes.”

Being around students who smoked and sweated a lot due to their frequent sports activities made you open all the classroom windows to get rid of the smell.

Bucky found it difficult to accept that his disorder could be triggered by your body odor.

Javier felt as though four eyes were judging him. He cleared his throat. “Ahem. Your case is one of a kind, Bucky. Perhaps her scent doesn’t trigger your trauma—” He didn’t continue when he felt someone glaring at him.

Trauma? Bucky’s trauma? You wondered what Javier meant.

Bucky crossed his arms and changed the subject. “So the solution to my disorder is the smell of a locker room?”

Javier raised both arms, trying to calm down his patient's anger. “I’m not saying it’s the solution, but it could be.”

Bucky sighed heavily. What kind of nonsense was this? But the way he met you was also out of the blue. His life is full of surprises now.

Author Note: Poor Cassandra. 🥺 Also the reader is a non-smoker.

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stemcellee · 5 months ago

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november 25 2024

i haven't really put a lot of words out there recently but i think i finally have something to get off my chest after thinking about it for a while...and to avoid spam it's under the cut D:

happy holidays to everyone though can't believe the season is already here!!!

med school is so hard!! i admit when i first got in, i was like "im not gonna let it get to me. i have amazing stress management skills and i'll handle everything so well!!" and then i fought a lot with dissapointment in myself when i was struggling with things i never imagined.

stuff i feel like i wasn't prepared for:

the constant worry about not doing enough. you see snippets of other people's lives when they are productive and it makes you feel like everyone is so much more productive than you

how hard it can be to compartmentalized. both ways!! when i'm relaxing ("relaxing") i'm planning how to somehow be productive while relaxing. when i'm working, im wishing so bad i had spent my relaxing time ACtually relaxing

attachment. this feels like such a personal problem but when i'm doing practice questions the clinical vignette is consistently similar to people in my life who have been affected by the pathologies i'm about to be tested on. a 70 year old woman with hypertension and diabetes...succumbs to decompensated heart failure. a 50 year old woman has bouts of angina...and suffers a massive MI. a 60 year old male is rushed to the hospital for chest pain...and dies of ventricular arrythmia an hour later. it's so scary thinking about how your parents and loved ones could be those patients!! it motivates me to make sure i learn these things for my future patients but it's sad carrying this around. i guess this is part of why i went to med school anyways...

how easy it is to forget about yourself. i will have days of highly productive focused studying/work but suddenly will get slapped with an unexpected migraine. i am getting a lot better about this but i have to remember that working out, eating well, etc are not wastes of time. i need to preserve myself most importantly becasue without me, i can't even do any of this!!

last thing. projection. i find myself making up problems sometimes that i think is a coping mechanism for projecting my own frustrations into something to blame. like studying is tough and i get frustrated that it doesn't come as easily to me sometimes, so i feel upset that things aren't how i expected them to be, like if i had more support id be happier/better at studying etc. while that's true, i recognize it's also a coping mechanism to place the blame externally...

anyways yeah there are a lot of things i've been thinking about in the thick of it all. med school is not what i expected it to be, and i really cannot blame others for not knowing what to expect either because truly you cannot anticipate how you will feel. thanks for reading it's been a min

#studyblr #study #studyspo #studying #studyspiration #life #college #med school #medical school #medblr #med student #medical student #aesthetic #study motivation

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ultimateloserboy · 8 days ago

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hello dhmis nation i miss you every day

i actually very much miss the 2022 fandom and how alive everything was. people from all over the internet were happy to see dhmis comeback and while it didnt last for them like it did for me (or the two of you reading this lmao) it was such a thrill seeing the hype. esp bcuz i joined this fandom when the tv show came out and that community drove me to stay and grow the huge hyperfix i did! sometimes i genuinely tear up a little remembering it was YEARS ago now…

so many artists came and went. its pretty lonely now honestly and i feel im talking to no one when it used to be hundreds discussing with me, theorizing or debating all the time! as a matter of fact, id never had the guts to make an account like this with my discussions on my hyperfixes until the dhmis fandom supported me! now the only ppl left are babies on tiktok who believe AUs to be canon and take heavily debatable youtube theories as truth (i hold no malice towards them but theyre impossible to seriously talk to abt the series with </3)

this series and fandom was with me through the toughest times in my entire life. i came here as an escape and i used my little analysis posts and discussions to distract myself from the world. im doing better now definitely, but i never grew out of this place, and i miss it dearly every day.

i have aus and things id love to discuss but theres hardly anyone out there to see it anymore, so i keep it to myself more and more.

that being said, im never leaving here, and im excited for the day we finally see some news and everyone floods life back into the series like back then. ill wait patiently for that day to arrive and even when that brief period ends again ill still be here. i adore this series and the wonderful creatives it inspires forever. theres no media dearer to my heart.

theres this illusion dhmis has where ppl think its popular bcuz everyone saw it back in the day but truly its underfunded in current times and mostly dead in the times its dormant ive noticed. ppl just dont realize it bcuz they forget. but i know im not completely alone here and that does give me hope!!!

tldr thank you so much to those still here to see this, and i cant wait to meet old artists again and see new ones some day too. until then im still here waiting, always. some day soon we’ll get crumbs guys, trust me!!!! (delusional)

#oh dont hug me im scared i miss you every day my roman empire…#becky and joe inspire me so heavily. ppl are so unappreciative of them #i respect them heavily!!#i look up to them!!#dhmis #dhmis fandom #dhmis tv show #dont hug me im scared #nastalgia #dhmis webseries

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thehypnone · 20 days ago

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Symbol on the Surface Epilogue

WC: 2k

Relationship: SwissAlps & the kits

Tags: Domestic Fluff, Ghoulish (=Elvish Sindarin) Language

Note: We're here! Thank you to everyone who supported this fic, I've been having lots of fun writing it. And this is definitely not the last you will hear of the kits; I love them too much for that, they're really like my own by now <3

Chapter 1 here or on AO3.

Read under the cut or on AO3.

Swiss didn’t rest well between tour legs, he must admit. It was not easy to do so with three ten year old demons—who are like human fifteen-year-olds—bouncing off the walls, excited about their next shared adventure.

It’s yet another tour that the kits went on with the pack; but only the third leg on which they will have jobs of their own. Aelin with the costume department, Arya as a guitar tech apprentice, and Amon helping whoever needs help at a certain moment—he’s the type of person who can do absolutely anything if he only has the space to focus.

Swiss is about to leave the dressing room and join the rest of the band behind the stage to prepare to get on, but he notices a lanyard left on the couch. It wouldn’t be anything surprising amongst the mess all over there, if not for the fact that the lanyard in question—or rather the piece of plastic attached to it—is a pass for the crew to move around freely. If this is here, with Swiss being the only one left…

“Arya…” he rolls his eyes seeing his kit’s name on the placard, “where the Hell did they go without this. Arya!?”

He leaves the room and goes storming through the corridors of the venue looking for them. Instead of Arya, he first comes across his son who seems to be fixing a hinge on one of the storage cases lining the wall.

“Amon, have you seen your sibling?”

“Arya? With the techs already,” he says simply.

“Huh? Since when?” Amon only shrugs and Swiss pinches the bridge of his nose in exasperation, before turning on his heel to head in the opposite direction. Still, he chuckles under his breath, “I’m too old for this…”

On his way to the backstage, the multi ghoul passes the costume area, where Aelin is adjusting something on Papa’s fancy chasuble.

“Hey, princess,” he pauses, deciding he can spare a quick moment to see what his daughter is up to, “Iluve maer?” (Is everything alright?)

“Mae, fael nodui mirilli dangar, varna hain,” Aelin explains, presenting the needle with a silver thread through it in her hand, “Cel le amman os?” (Yeah, a few gemstones just came loose, I’m securing them. / What are you running around for?)

Swiss lifts up the lanyard in his hand, “Eglar Arya ha.” (Arya left this.)

“Cari ha tira,” Aelin chuckles before turning back to her work and the multi ghoul takes it as his cue to leave; truth is that the sooner he gets the lanyard back to Arya, the less chances of potential arguments with the venue’s security and overall chaos are there. (Of course they did.)

Meanwhile, by the stage, Arya is wrapping up some spare cables—or rather attempting to, as they’re being rudely interrupted by a security guard, who just won’t leave them alone.

“I’m going to give you thirty seconds to show me some ID before I drag you out of here,” the man threatens, “and call the police for good measure.”

“Listen, man, ask literally anyone around here and they’ll tell you I was born into this crew,” Arya grumbles before rolling their eyes and turning back to fiddling with the cables, as they mumble, “So get off my damn back.”

“Oh, no, I don’t think so, young lady,” the security scoffs and puts his hands on both their shoulders to grab and pull them away. Arya turns their head in disbelief that the man dared to touch them, ready to punch him. They don’t have to, though—instead, the offended expression on their face turns into a smug smirk.

“Did you just touch my child?” Swiss growls into the security man’s ear, having turned up just in time to witness the last few seconds of the exchange. He’s glamored, of course, but his deep and gravelly voice alone is enough to send shivers down the man’s spine; albeit, it might, or might not be aided by a tiny spark of quintessence.

He grabs the other’s arm and pulls it off of Arya before turning him around, so that he faces Swiss. He lifts the lanyard that’s in his other hand and dangles it before the security guard’s face.

“Your…you’re one of the–you’re in the band?” he stammers, looking between Swiss and Arya. “And this is your kid?”

The older multi ghoul hums affirmatively and raises an eyebrow; he leans in, sticking his face mere inches away from the man’s. From the side, Arya can see Swiss flashing his golden eyes with a bit of fiery red, effectively confusing and scaring the man.

“Don’t do that again,” he tuts and as soon as he lets go of the security guard, he hurriedly shuffles away. The multi ghoul sighs, watching the man all but run away. He turns back to Arya, then, “You know he’s just doing his job, right? Rules are rules, you should have the placard on you at all times.”

“I knoooooow,” Arya whines, scratching the back of their head awkwardly, “but then we wouldn’t get to see that look on his face. You scared the shit out of him!”

Swiss can only shake his head with a quiet laugh; this kit really has turned out too much like him for their own good. He brings them under his arm and puts the lanyard around their neck.

“I like terrorizing humans,” he admits, “but behave, please. For your other dad’s nerves’ sake.”

“For my nerves’ sake what?” they hear just a second before Mountain rounds the corner with a look full of his suspicion on his face.

“Nothing,” both Swiss and Arya reply in unison. The earth ghoul knows not to trust such a display by now, but no one seems to be hurt or planning anything disastrous, so he figures he can let it slide. At least for now.

“Sure,” he chuckles, then turns to his mate, “We’re hitting the stage in five, you know that?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Swiss waves his hand dismissively, fluffing up Arya’s hair with the other. Just then Amon and Aelin come around, each ready to receive their tasks when the show starts; they notice the small commotion and walk up to the rest of their family.

“What’s up?” Aelin asks, coming under Mountain’s shoulder, while Amon stands between his dads and siblings.

“Just some pre-show hugs,” Swiss laughs as he squeezes Arya, causing them to giggle through some playful growls. Mountain, having two remaining kits by his sides, hugs them, as well; then he and Swiss look between each other and shuffle in closer to make this one big standing cuddle pile.

“Three minutes to stage time!” someone yells from…somewhere, and more ghouls show up around them.

“Oh, what’s that?” they hear Aeon chirp curiously, “I want a hug, too!”

“Uh-oh,” Mountain mumbles, and—sure enough—gets squeezed from behind by an incoming Aeon. Some ghoulette giggles can be heard from the other side and the pile grows; then grows even more when every band ghoul joins; leaving the kits all but squished in the very centre.

“One minute!” a stagehand announces, and the group hug starts to loosen up. Said sixty second pass like one, and so does the entire ritual with everyone being busy either on stage, or behind it.

It’s usually a bit of a blur after the shows for everyone—the band exhausted and the crew having to get everything packed up in a very short amount of time. It’s complete chaos and it’s a few hours before everyone can breathe a sigh of relief.

Swiss and Mountain always take turns tucking their kits in before bed and making sure everyone is alright. Tonight it’s Swiss that goes around the bus to peek into Amon, Aelin, and Arya’s bunks respectively.

“How are you, little man?” he asks Amon and receives a nod in reply. The kit isn’t very talkative normally, but after a long day he doesn’t talk at all. Swiss winks at him and leans in to place a kiss between the earth ghoul’s horns before pulling back and shutting the bunk’s curtain behind him.

Aelin’s next and Swiss catches her sucking on one of her fingers. “Everything okay?”

“I’m good, I just poked myself with a needle earlier,” the water ghoulette explains, “Can you take a look?”

“Yeah, of course, princess,” he smiles and sits on the edge of her bunk. Aelin gives him her hand and guides a little lamp onto it, so Swiss can see what’s up. “It just seems like a deep poke in a bad spot. You want me to heal it?”

“If that’s alright…it’s pretty annoying,” she giggles, and so does Swiss. It only takes him a second to make the tiny wound—and the discomfort it was causing—disappear.

“All fixed up,” he says and kisses Aelin’s forehead, too, before tucking her in properly. When he goes to Arya, they’re chewing on the inside of their cheek and seeming to be lost deep in thought—though Swiss’ presence snaps them out of it.

“Mama, I don’t really–” they start quietly, “I don’t leave the lanyards laying around on purpose, I’m sorry, I just keep forgetting…”

The older multi ghoul chuckles, bringing Arya against his chest, “I’ve figured as much.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I guess I wanted you to come to me with it,” Swiss admits, “and I’m glad you did, and sooner rather than later, too. I’m proud of ya, kid.”

“But what if I–”

“I’ll talk to your Papa and the Papa to figure out a way to keep you out of trouble when you don’t have the placard,” he offers and Arya all but throws themself at him for a hug. “But that doesn’t mean you get to care less, alright?”

“I’ll do my best,” Arya promises and Swiss grants them their goodnight forehead kiss.

“I know you will, kid,” he chuckles, “you always do.”

He gets up then, shuts Arya’s curtain and calls out for the last time today from between the bunks, “Maer ól, hini.” (Sleep well, kids.)

“Maer dú, Mama,” three quiet voices answer. (Goodnight.)

The multi ghoul turns to his and Mountain’s bed, then, and grunts in exhaustion as he flops down onto where his mate is already waiting—looking just as tired. This tour is probably the last one for both of them and even though they would love to see Amon and Arya replace them, it’d be too early to let them on stage; especially with a band like Ghost. Definitely not before they are at least twenty years old, so there’s some time left.

Swiss turns to lay his head on Mountain’s chest as the earth ghoul brings an arm around him to keep him close.

“Sleepy, my heart?” he asks a few minutes later, rubbing the other’s back.

“A little,” Swiss mumbles. Like a liar—there’s a tiny wet spot on Mountain’s collar from his drool already. He chuckles, before pulling up a blanket and all but tucking Swiss in.

“Hey,” Mountain pokes his nose, “I love you.”

Swiss can’t help but chirp happily before kicking up a tired, but adorable, purr. “I love you, too…”

———————The end.———————

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kybabi · 2 years ago

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soft re-opening!

hello everyone !!!!!

my goodness it’s been a while… a little over two years to be precise :( i’ve been so incredibly busy in my last two years of high school and i’m moving on to bigger things now!

first of all, i just wanna say THANK YOU SO MUCH to everyone who has supported me these years, even the ones where i wasn’t even active. periodically i’d open my page to see new messages in my inbox and i can’t tell you how emotional that made me :’)

i’m sure most of you are inactive or have moved on from this fandom as it’s been so long, but for those of you who are still here, i want to know if anyone is still interested in receiving content from this page! please let me know if you are still interested; id love to reconnect with you all :)

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nijigasakilove · 9 months ago

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Took me all day because I constantly paused and started because of the waves of emotion I was overcome with at various points. Sat here with tears in my eyes man. Never would’ve thought that not only would we get Kimi ni Todoke back after all these years, but that it would be better than both the previous seasons. Only complaint is that they dropped everything at once instead of letting us gather together weekly over 3 months..

Thank you to all the staff involved for bringing this back to us. If we never get a season 4, I can sleep well given where this left off with everyone in a loving relationship and having grown tremendously.

Above all else I got to shoutout Kento man he was the MVP of this season. Went from being an annoying prick in season 2 to one of my fave characters. His emotional intelligence really impressed me. Sticking up for Ayane and refusing to leave her alone, knocking the shit out of that annoying bum Mogi.. I didn’t think there would be the level of complexity to his character that we got this season. Genuinely great dude and exactly what Ayane deserves. Their confession scene was perfection 😭

Ryu and Chizuru’s relationship was probably my second favourite thing. The backstory episode where we saw how Ryu’s mom died and how it affected both he and Chizuru.. how they’ve been each other’s support system ever since childhood.. they truly are soulmates and I couldn’t be more happy with how their development was handled. It is truly time to start something new for them ❤️

SAWAKO AND KAZEHAYA FIRST KISS. Who would’ve thought it would be Sawako initiating it??? Our baby’s grown up right before our eyes. Can you imagine the girl we saw in episode 1 back in 2009 doing this?? It was hard watching them be distant in those last couple episodes but I’m so glad she and Kazehaya both fully opened up to one another. It won’t always be easy, but when you have two people who love each other like this they’ll find a way.

I really felt Sawako’s dad emotions there at the end, especially when they played the first OP like cmon are yall trying to make me ugly cry!!?? 😭 he’s so protective and caring for Sawako and you can just tell how worried he was about her when she was so closed off and isolated from everyone. Seeing her have friends and a boyfriend who truly respects and cares for her has to be the best feeling as a father.

When he notices that she’s grown taller than him it reminded me of the TTGL dream sequence with Kamina and Simon in that it’s a double entendre for Sawako having literally grown, but also metaphorically grown past the stage where he needs to protect her so much. Just love those last few minutes so much. What a beautiful ending, I’d love another season of course but if it ends there I’d be content too.

Now we need more Akayona and Chihayafuru 😭

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jqmalikhsgib · 4 months ago

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astrology

thirteen

three weeks go by since your parents left your party leaving you heartbroken. aaron and spencer did everything they could to try and make you feel better.

you spent the first week crying nonstop. you only got out of bed to take care of jack before climbing back into bed, crying until you fell asleep.

the second week aaron and spencer made sure you got out of the house. they took you to get some sunlight and try to enjoy the day. it wasn’t easy but you felt a little better getting out of the house.

this week dave was having a get together with the team. aaron took you and jack with him. you stayed with jack and henry most of the night. you enjoyed taking care of the kids and making sure they were well. as the night progressed, you decided to go outside for some fresh air.

you stared at the stars before feeling a presence behind you. you turned to see dave giving you a sad smile.

“hi, kiddo.” he sits next to you.

“hi. sorry, just needed a moment.”

“don’t apologize. i understand.” for a moment the two of you sit in silence. dave clears his throat before speaking once more.

“you know, i almost had a child of my own,” he starts. “unfortunately he didn’t make it. carolyn and i, my first wife, we were heartbroken. after i ended up putting work first instead of her because i couldn’t deal with the grief of losing our son. we didn’t even get a day with him and it broke my heart. instead of being there for my wife i pushed her away, resulting in my first divorce. i regret every waking moment i wasn’t there for my family. she needed my support and i didn’t give it to her,”

you wait patiently for dave to finish his story. “watching your parents leave like that. it reminded me of my own mistakes. if i had been there for carolyn maybe we’d still be married, maybe i wouldn’t have two other divorces in my life, maybe we would have another child and id be a father to some other kid. that being said, kiddo, you are not the problem! i know you’re blaming yourself, trying to figure out if you could have done something different, reevaluating that night. you stood up for yourself after years of allowing your parents to dictate your life choices. they were supposed to support you and love you unconditionally. one day they’ll regret shunning you and treating the way they did. until then, im here. i may not be what you want or even what you need, but im here for you any time you need.”

you cried before leaning onto dave. you only spent a handful of times with dave. you knew he cared about the people who surrounded him. you’re grateful he’s willing to be there for you.

“thanks dave.”

“of course kiddo. let’s get you inside. it’s freezing out here.”

when you both walk back inside, spencer was the first to walk over to you. aaron was busy making sure jack and henry were okay while the rest of the team gave you a sympathetic look.

“it’s gonna be okay, yn. you know you have all of us now.” jj smiles at you.

“yeah! screw them. they don’t know what they’re missing, baby girl. you’re pretty fucking awesome and your art work is incredible.” derek states.

you simply smile at them. you may have lost your parents but you have gained a new family. they cared about you and supported you and your dreams.

“thanks.”

everyone raised their wine glasses before aaron comes back around and wraps his arms around your waist. “you okay?”

you simply nod your head. the rest of the night consists of banter, laughter, and fun.

getting back home you felt exhausted. you and aaron immediately tucked jack into bed before walking into your own bedroom and changing into your pajamas. neither of you had the energy to take a shower.

aaron wraps his arms around your waist as he kisses your shoulder. you smile at him lovingly.

“i know the last few weeks have been rough. i know how it feels to lose a parent long before you’re ready. i know we never really discussed it too much but my parents weren’t exactly loving. my dad was a prosecutor. he was a damn good one at that. his own father was a prosecutor and so was his grandfather,”

“is that why you became one?” you whispered.

“mhm. i wanted to make my father proud. after years of being a disappointment to him, years of neglect, years of physical harm, i still wanted to make my dad proud.”

you caress his cheek. you hated that aaron was abused growing up. no one deserved that. you couldn’t imagine the pain he must have went through. he was just a boy who wanted his fathers love.

“when i was sixteen, my mom had my brother, sean. at that point my father paid me no mind more than he did before. he told me that now he could fix everything and have the son he always wanted. that moment was when my parents shipped me off to boarding school. for the longest time i was jealous. jealous of my baby brother. i still wanted my fathers approval so i did everything in my power to gain it. it didn’t matter though. no matter what i did i would remain a screw up and punching bag.”

“what about your mom? why didn’t she do anything?” you couldn’t understand why his mother, someone who’s suppose to protect their babies no matter what, no matter who hurt them wouldn’t protect aaron.

“she wasn’t better. she grew up to cater and respect her husband no matter what. her parents were the ones to teach her that a woman stands by their husband side despite his faults. my mother would just shrug away the abuse and tell me i needed to ‘man up’ and do what my father wanted. once i was eighteen and in college i wanted nothing but to protect my baby brother from the wrath and disappointment of my parents so i stayed home. i made sure sean didn’t experience the abuse i did. i raised him to be kind, love, be adventurous. i raised him to know his self worth. even if i didn’t know mine.”

“why aren’t you close anymore?”

“overtime, when sean was thirteen, i was married to haley, ready to start my own life. i still kept in touch, making sure sean knew just because i was married, i was still there whenever he needed me. then dad got sick. he was diagnosed with cancer. the craziest part is, it didn’t change who he was. he still was an abusive cheating asshole. he couldn’t physically harm me but he still tried to drag me down mentally. he still affected me in ways i thought id outgrew. he told me id never lead the hotchner name. he said i wouldn’t be a good prosecutor. i wanted to prove him wrong! i wanted to show him that i was gonna be the best god damn prosecutor he’d ever seen. and i was! i won cases left and right. i was fantastic.”

“i can see that. you’re good at your current job. ive heard how you made a guy cry when you were interrogating him.”

aaron smiles before continuing. “three years went by after finding out my father had cancer. we were certain he wouldn’t make it. i did everything in my power to take care of my mom and little brother. but by some miracle he beat it. the doctors told us that they never seen anything like it. i should have known that stubborn bastard wouldn’t let cancer kill him. after, things went back to normal. or at least somewhat normal. when my dad got better he continued cheating on my mom, my mom continued being oblivious, and my brother worshipped the ground he walked on. it wasn’t far off. sean got a more normal childhood. he was cared for and loved. from that moment i didn’t hear much from sean. i figured he was just being a teenager. not wanting to talk to his big brother. the more time went by, the less i heard from him. id see him and my parents on holidays and they’d all come around a few times when jack was born. but he just vanished from my life. my parents, i knew that was only a matter of time. i never expected much of a relationship with them once i had my own life to live. honestly, i was relieved i rarely saw them. but sean, i was heartbroken i lost my little brother.”

“im sorry, aar. you didn’t deserve any of that. none of that, what you went through as a child was your fault. you were just a boy who wanted your parents to love you. you wanted to protect your little brother from everything you went through and only got hurt in the end. you don’t deserve to feel that pain.”

aaron kisses the top of your head. “and neither do you. your parents, they do not deserve your kindness, honey. they don’t deserve your tears. you are amazing and just because they don’t see it, doesn’t mean it’s not there. that’s why i shared my story. despite it all i proved to myself i could be a better man than my father, a better parent to my son, and though i made so many mistakes with haley, im making it my mission to be a better partner to you. one day you’ll be a successful artist. you will sell so many of your art pieces and make a name for yourself. not to prove your parents wrong, no! to prove yourself right.”

you tear up. aaron gently wipes the tears away before kissing you gently. “i believe in you and i love you. jack loves you, spencer loves you, and my team loves you. you’re absolutely perfect.”

“thank you. i needed to hear that.”

that night you fall asleep in aaron’s arms peacefully for the first time in weeks. you truly felt like things would be okay despite the pain and hurt you’ve endured.

yes i made sure aaron’s parents are alive and well due to future events 👀

#jqhotchner #jqhotchner masterlist #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner x black!reader #aaron hotchner x black fem!reader #aaron hotchner x female reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner series #astrology jqhotchner

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zealouscanonindeer · 10 months ago

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Uh I don't know how to start but here goes nothing... I've been away from the fandom and writing in general for a couple of months now(I wrote my last fanfic in jan)

I remember beginning to write a week into med school, navigating the uncertainty and nervousness of a new place. Writing, especially about OH made me feel like things would turn out well. Today I attempted the last exam of my year 1 I've officially cleared this year. And while I return back here, I smile with fondness at the person who entered into this world and the person I am now.

The reason I'm writing this is because through the course of the year, being as close to this world as I have been, seeing people around me and experiencing certain situations, I've been disillusioned to some extent. And while things are never so black and white, in my experience uptil now is, this system is not conducive to work place romance, especially with your boss. I've witnessed competition and the workload literally suck the life put of relationships. The workings of this place are so different to what I believed it to be.

Obviously I understand that one, OH is a fictional world and this is reality and two just a few examples do not make this a norm. This is simply what I have experienced and how it had made me feel.

Point of this rant is.. I don't suppose I shall continue writing OH anymore. I loved doing so and hold it all dear to me.. I just can't bring myself to believe in it anymore. I've been postponing writing this, thinking maybe id feel otherwise or I'll just continue my hiatus.

But the truth is I didn't wish to leave without a proper goodbye, I was embraced so lovingly by this fandom when I first joined and even though I won't be writing any more OH I'll always remain a part of this fandom, reading all the lovely works and supporting everyone here sharing with us.

So tagging you guys for the last time(hopefully tumblr tags are working)

@peonierose @coffeeheartaddict2 @liaromancewriter @jerzwriter @tveitertotwrites @tessa-liam @potionsprefect @kyra75 and anybody else who I have missed.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much.

#open heart mc #ethan x aspen #aspen milla kallie #ethan x mc #ethan ramsey x mc #open heart fan fiction #open heart fanfic #writers on tumblr

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melloneah · 8 months ago

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this is all for the writer ask!!! :3 hope it's not too much >_<" answer the ones you're comfortable answering and don't force yourself to answer all of them if you don't want to! <3

🌵🥤🌻🍄📚 🍬🔪🥐🏜🦋🐝🧩

EHEHEHEHEHHE NEVER TOO MUCH THANK U SMMMMMM 🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love

i dont really listen to premade playlists, so ill link mine >:333 this is a playlist i made for a roadtrip to berlin, including all the songs i was listening to at the time, and ive since been adding new ones actively, so it's literally just a huge list of everything i love :D 🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

first of all gonna plug my besties ofc @levi-dayne writes sick ass fics for death note @uriekukistan writes amazing itafushi angst (and not only :33) SENDING BOTH OF THEM SMOOCHES GO READ THEIR STUFF! and a fic that id read recently and LOVEDDD was all about love by fullvoid (@casgore on here :3) the yuuji characterisation broke my heart - it was a gutwrenchingly real way of depicting mental illness, and i loved seeing how different he acted around people vs alone. and it was super cool seeing a healed megumi helping yuuji rather than the other way around!!! HIGHLY RECOMMEND!!!!

🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis FIRST OF ALL U!!!!!! i love the mutual interactions THANK U FOR BEING HERE!!!! @alonelystargazer is very sweet and i interact with her pretty regularly i feel :3 THANK U FOR INTERACTING WINNIE!!!!<3 cant think of anymore rn but if i do i WILL edit this post TRUST 🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

megumi likes penne but yuuji hates it so they always disagree over pasta shape if theyre making it for dinner. yuuji always wins bc his favourite is spaghetti and obviously everyone likes spaghetti so megumi doesnt bother fighting him on it 📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app?

HEHEHEHEH nervous. lets see "what kinda gay shit goes on around here when im not around" LMAO the choso x todo wip in action. what a quote thank u past me. you'll find out the context once i post it sjdhfgsjhfks

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

hmmmmm from random shit i think like. 1980s window designs in england lmaooo

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh

answered here :333

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

ARRGRHRG ANY COMMENT. i get so excited u cant even imagine. i sometimes type 'AO3' in my gmail just to delude myself that i got a comment and get that little pang of joy seeing the notif 😭 my favvvv must be ones that quote certain lines tho bc then im like HEY!!!! I WROTE THAT!!!! U LIKED THAT??? DUDE UR NOT GONNA BELIEVE THIS I WROTE IT

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately

i feel like an everpresent topic ive had on my mind especially often for the last year is kindness. there's a multitude of things i could say, whether that's bashing people for lacking it, or get all teary over how beautiful it is (which!! it is!!!) but i think what ive recently discovered is that it's my only constant :3 when everything else goes wrong, that's all i have, and im really happy it's second nature to me (altho im still actively working on making myself better!!!!)

yeah, maybe everything sucks right now, but i know i can make someone else's day better :3 and often it makes things a little more okay to me too

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

RAHHGHG BESTIES. question for the bestiessss

@levi-dayne is so dear to my heart!!! such a sweet and kind person, who truly and deeply cares about others!!!! makes music, writes well AND ALSO DRAWS??!!! amazing and super talented person with super high ambitions too!!! SO SLAYFUL. what did i do to deserve such a slayful friend<333

@uriekukistan is one of the most naturally talented ppl i know!!!!! they write amazing fics, can DANCE super well, and took up drawing like 3 seconds ago and are already churning out really cool stuff on a fucking TOUCHPAD. ON THEIR LAPTOP. gofundme for rin graphic art kit when?? also ofc. a really good friend and very kind person :3333 <333

ILYSM BESTIESSSS

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

from a writing style perspective: first person and tense switches

from a content perspective: anything fucked up like noncon or incest....how tf are they often not tagged like??? or putting that at the bottom of the warnings list 😭 oh yea im far more concerned about swearing and underage drinking......

something im picky abt that sometimes annoys me enough to click off but i feel like it's just a weird personal preference is the overuse of alternatives to a characters name. so using "the brunette" like 5 times. just say his name!!!!! it's ok!!!!!

RAHHHHHH i usually reread my answers before i post but not this time. adios fuckers i dont remember what bullshit i wrote here but ur left with the consequences. if u wanna deal with even more of my terrible takes ASK ME STUFF

#it's 4 am #this was unwise #BYE #ask #ask game

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