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torturedtypewritersdept · 28 days ago

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blue eyes + bruises - blurb - she has your eyes

✯ pairing:

doctor!rafe cameron x fem!reader

✯ summary:

a tragic car accident looks like it'll be the end for you, but dr. cameron is here to make sure that doesn't happen.

✯ warnings:

mature themes, mentions of anxiety, nostalgia, and fear, car accident, death of a spouse (not rafe or y/n), major surgery, injuries, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, etc.

✯ a/n:

nothing!! please don't engage if you have a hard time with any of these topics <3 this was origianlly posted on my old blog @/illicitfixations, @/lovelornanonymity back in 2021/2022 and i have rewritten + reshared it here :) the next chapter i spent literally so much time on and i can't wait to share it!!!!

You stood at the reception area of the emergency department, an olive green smock-style dress draped over your form as you held the underside of your nine-month-old belly in an attempt to ease the pain of the fifth contraction you’d had in the past hour. You squeezed your eyes shut again as another wave of pain passed over you.

“Can you page Dr. Rafe Cameron, please?”

You asked the nurse through clenched teeth who you weren’t familiar with; ‘she must be a new grad’ you thought to yourself. Where’s Jenni when you really need her?

“I sure can, may I ask what he needs to be paged for?”

You couldn’t blame this newly hired nurse for her question, you were sure that she was wondering why a woman who looked to be in active labor was wanting her to page an orthopedic surgeon. You knew it was procedure unless you were family for them to ask what the doctor was needed for and if you were in your right mind, you would’ve recognized that. But, you weren’t in your right mind – the not sleeping because of the pain in your pelvis was getting to you and with Rafe working days so he could be at home with you at night, there was no way you could wake him up and ask him to do the massage that the physical therapist had taught you. You let out an exasperated sigh and just as you did, Jenni, your most favorite person in the entire world, turned the corner. You were anxious for many reasons; your body about to push out a baby was first on the list, needing to find your husband was second, and the third, and most looming dreadfully, was the fact that apart from lunches and picking your husband up and doctor’s appointments, you hadn’t been in the hospital in a long time – you hadn’t been a patient in a long time and the anxiety of it all was threatening to overtake you completely.

“Ma’am, what does he need to be paged for?”

The new grad nurse, who you now realized was named Lizzie, asked you again at the same time that Jenni made her way behind the desk. As you read her name tag – you hyper fixated on whether or not it was short for Elizabeth or something else. You and Rafe had thrown around the name Elizabeth for a middle name – a tribute to the eldest Cameron girl, but had decided against it. You wanted your sweet baby to be unique and to grow into her own name, not be in the shadow of someone else’s.

“Hey, sweet girl, are you looking for Dr. Handsome?”

She joked, knowing who you had been asking for before even hearing the contents of the conversation in front of her.

“Yeah.”

You spoke meekly and Jenni watched you carefully as you squeezed your eyes shut, this time doubling over and yelling out as the contraction attempted to bring you to your knees. She quickly made her way over to you, grabbing your hand in hers and taking your hospital bag from your shoulders, doing her best to bring you back to an upright position.

“I think we’re having this sweet baby, today, mama.”

You gingerly nodded with fear stricken eyes. Being back here – in a place where you spent so much of your time – where you met your husband, but also where you struggled to walk again, where you almost died; it all has quickly become too much to handle and you needed Rafe to remind you of the strength it gave you, the beautiful little girl you were about to bring into this world, and the wonderful life it had helped you create. You just needed him and you just needed him now.

“I can’t do it without him, Jenni. I need you to find him.”

Your pleading eyes told her all she needed to know – you were scared – and she hadn’t seen you look this way in a long time.

“Lizzie, call the OR and let Dr. Cameron know that his wife is in labor.”

She instructed, tone forceful but kind before she looked back at you.

“Look at me, mama. He’s gonna be with you soon, I promise. But, right now, I’m gonna take you up to Dr. Lebel’s office, okay?”

It only made sense to move your OB-GYN’s office to the hospital; Rafe worked here and it made attending appointments much easier. Not to mention, he no longer likes the idea of you in a car by yourself, even five years after your accident. You nodded your head at Jenni’s words and let her lead you to the elevator and up to the fourth floor, where Dr. Lebel’s office was located.

You were in the waiting room for ten minutes when Rafe came barreling through the door. You couldn’t help but giggle at how disheveled he was – still draped in the same scrubs he had left the house in that morning; but hair messy and all over the place, and that fucking mustache; even nine months pregnant and in extreme pain, it was heating up your core. You made grabby hands at him like a baby and he obliged with the Rafe Cameron smile, pulling you in for a hug and rubbing your back with both of his hands.

“Hi, mama. What’s going on, sweetheart?”

He asked, sweetly, happy to see you, of course, but concerned by the tone of voice Lizzie used when she called the operating room. He quickly got another doctor to step in and finish the surgery he was performing so he could be with you just in case your little bean decided to make her debut into the world, today of all days.

“I didn’t sleep at all last night.”

You said, moving to sit back down into the chair as another contraction made its way into your atmosphere, yet again. You doubled over, the pain was growing sharper each time and they were becoming closer together. You knew you were going to meet your baby girl very soon. Rafe moved quickly, grabbing your hands so you didn’t fall forward and scooting you back into the chair that sat in a sea of ones just like it in the somewhat empty waiting room. You opened your eyes as the wave of pain passed and you panted for breath, the fullness of your belly moved up and down with the correlation of your breasts as your lungs expanded to try and get more air. Rafe waited with kind eyes and a patient tongue, letting you finish explaining what was going on before opening his mouth to speak.

“I tossed and turned all night – the pain in my pelvis – it was just too much.”

You let out an exasperated sigh, growing quiet as you waited for him to respond. His strong hands moved to your head as he began to rub soothing circles into your hair. The two of you were no strangers to the effects that the accident had on your pregnancy and pelvic pain from the previously crushed bones that Rafe reorchestrated and seemingly put back together was one of them. He was proactive; getting you quickly into prenatal physical therapy by the end of your first trimester and going to every appointment with you, listening to the physical therapist and massaging your hips in the way you liked so much every time he could.

“Why didn’t you wake me up, baby? I would’ve done that massage you like.”

He spoke and you almost melted, knowing that had you just woke him, the thing you wanted was what he would’ve done anyways; how very – Rafe Cameron of him.

“I didn’t want to wake you, sweet boy. I knew you had to work.”

You replied, cupping his cheek.

“Yeah, but you’re more important than anything here. You know that, mama. You and my sweet girl in your little tummy are so much more important.”

Rafe was selfless and if Molly’s death taught him anything, it was not to take the ones you love for granted. That was something he never intended to do again and it was a lesson that had stuck with him, even seven years later. You put your forehead to his and he kissed your nose before you continued with the events of the morning.

“Anyways, the pain spread from my hips to my tummy this morning and when I had five contractions in an hour, I came in. I think we’re about to have a baby.”

He almost squealed in excitement.

“I can’t wait, mama. My girl is giving me a baby girl.”

He spoke in content as the door flung open and the nurse called your name for you to come back and see the doctor. Rafe stood and grabbed your hand, helping you move to your feet ever so slowly, the nine-month-old bump you sported made you teeter and the last thing he wanted was for you to fall. His protective hands guided you through the threshold of the door.

You made your way to the room after the nurse noted that your blood pressure was a little bit elevated. You shook that off quickly, the anxiety of giving birth and the pain that had been coursing through your body all night made it make sense. Rafe helped you onto the table and the nurse gently draped the cloth over your lower half, lifting your dress to just below your breasts as Dr. Lebel came in.

“I heard you’re not feeling the greatest, mama.”

Rafe gingerly nodded as he met her eyes. He had placed himself on a stool at your head, rubbing soothing circles into your hair once more, the hand of yours that was closest to him was squeezing his – the anxiety coursing heavily through your veins. One thing had never changed about you and that was your need for his touch in a crisis. He loved that about you. While he couldn’t physically help because babies weren’t his specialty, he could soothe you with his touch and that’s what he intended to do.

“Her contractions are getting closer and closer.”

Rafe spoke into the air and the doctor nodded.

“Well, let’s take a look at our girl, shall we?”

You looked at Rafe who gave you a smile before eagerly nodding at your doctor. One special thing that Rafe developed during your pregnancy was the way he smiled ear-to-ear every time he saw his little girl on the ultrasound screen. He was giddy – like that of a giggling little girl; he never could get over the fact that because of you, because of Molly’s orchestration of him finding you, he was married to the love of his life and he was about to get to be the daddy to the world’s most perfect little girl.

“Jelly’s gonna be a little cold.”

She brought the bottle over your belly, squirting it and watching as it gently fell on to your tan skin. You squirmed under the chill of the gel and Rafe giggled. After nine months of ultrasounds, your reaction was still the same – even though you had felt the icy-like drop of the gel as it descended down to your belly more times than he could count on his hands, you always, always, expected it not to be cold. He marked it up to you expecting the good in everything; even this tiny detail about cold gel made him love you more than he did the second previously. His eyes went from the doctor to the screen as she dutifully began to spread the gel around your abdomen and your baby girl appeared on the screen. Her heartbeat was the symphony and yours was the orchestra; one couldn’t co-exist without the other. You were thankful that through all the fear of the morning, her heartbeat was still there. It meant she was good, it meant she was safe. Tears lined your eyes as you turned your head to look at Rafe, the sheet of paper draped over the pillow crinkling as you met his eyes. He smiled and leaned in to place a kiss on your forehead.

“She’s okay, baby. Look at her moving around, she’s perfect.”

He said pointing at the screen. Dr. Lebel was quiet for a moment before locking eyes with Rafe and speaking only with her eyes, something only doctors seemed to know how to do. Rafe knew what it meant – it meant something wasn’t right.

“What is it, doc?”

He asked, nonchalantly but his tone was laced with concern. Your eyes went wide.

“I-is something wrong?”

You stuttered. Which Rafe knew meant your anxiety was reaching a peak of no return, rapidly.

“Slow down, nothing is wrong. We don’t want to scare you, mama. Baby girl is measuring at nine pounds – like we discussed previously, with the previous crush injury to your pelvis, a nine pound baby is going to be extremely rough on your body; it may even re-break your pelvis. The pelvis loosens quite a bit in a normal person, but because of the pins and screws in yours, I don’t want to risk reinjury.”

Rafe’s eyes almost popped out of his head at the thought of your tiny bones breaking for the second time in order to bring your daughter into the world. The worst part was, he knew you’d be fine with that, he knew you’d go to that length to ensure that a c-section wasn’t necessary because if he knew anything about you it was that you didn’t want anyone besides him operating on you – you didn’t trust anyone besides him to. It made sense, he had been the one to repeatedly bring you through surgery over and over, it was him who laid with you and held you close so you’d know you weren’t alone all those late nights in the hospital. You were scared, you were experiencing post-traumatic stress and there was little to nothing he could do about it. But, he knew for damn sure that he was not going to let your first chance at motherhood be spent the way your days in the hospital were – you were going to enjoy this if he had anything to do with it and you deserved that much.

“So, what do you suggest, doc? What are our options here? I know she’s pretty dead set on a vaginal birth, is that still possible?”

Rafe questioned her with intent – he needed to know what the odds were that your pelvis wasn’t going to break into pieces right in front of him.

“It’s possible, but the outcomes are extremely grim. Rafe, you know what happens when a pelvis splinters, she’s risking internal bleeding. Not to mention, the significant amount of pain she will already be in as a new mom. We don’t need to add emergency surgery to fix broken bones to that. I would suggest a c-section. I know that’s not in your plan, but it is the safer option.”

You looked to Rafe with pleading eyes, begging him not to make you do this.

“I’m going to step out and let you guys talk about it for a few minutes.”

Dr. Lebel said, giving the both of you a reassuring smile before stepping out and closing the door behind her.

“Rafferty, please don’t make me do this.”

You whispered, your voice cracking as the emotion of it all overcame you. Nothing hurt Rafe more than that sound, but he knew he had to give you some tough love in this situation to protect you.

“Come on, mama. You had to use my government name and the conversation has barely started?”

It was a half-joke, he needed you to smile so you’d know – so he’d know that this would all be okay and at the end of the day you would have a healthy baby. But, a smile is not what he got. Instead, he watched as your lip trembled and he lurched forward, pulling you into his arms, your belly creating distance between you. It was almost as if the sweet girl inside you was giving her input into the situation.

“Rafe, c-can’t you just – c-can’t you fix it if it breaks?”

He was taken aback by your question, though he shouldn’t have been. He knew you like the back of his hand and he knew this was the eerie and winding path your brain would go down. He wished so badly that your brain would give you a break and that for once it would follow the yellow brick road – the normal path of thinking. But, anxiety is anxiety and he knew it well, no matter what the doctor had said, you were going to be anxious because this was a monumental life event for the both of you and him wishing things were different wouldn’t change that.

“No, mama. I can’t. It could splinter and make you bleed internally. It could kill you baby and as much as I love you and want to make you comfortable, I have my boundaries too, baby – watching you die is not on my to-do list for today. Not to mention, I can’t – I won’t – let you enter motherhood unable to walk and in intense pain; that’s not fair to you or little bean. She needs her mama and she needs her mama whole and healthy, okay?”

You could only whimper as you nodded in response.

Only an hour later, you were laying on your back on an operating table, arms spread wide, tied to the table in the shape of a crucifix. Rafe sat on a rolling stool at your head, his regular blue surgical garb adorned his body and his hands sat on top of your head. You looked up at him with fear stricken eyes as the doctors and nurses worked around you, moving the contents of your stomach out of it in an attempt to get to your baby girl.

“Rafe, I’m scared.”

You whispered and he stood, peering his eyes down and over the mask that sat on his face until they met yours.

“I know, baby. But, it’s okay. Not much longer, now.”

Those blue orbs were the only thing that grounded you as you heard the faintest cry, that managed to get louder and louder by the second. He brought his forehead to yours and you breathed out a breath of relief.

“Our girl has arrived, mama.”

He muttered and you smiled softly at the thought.

“Rafe, go with her.”

You demanded and he nodded his head as they took her to the incubator in the corner of the room, working quickly to rid her of the contents of your blood and fluid. As quickly as he had left, he returned to your side with tears in his eyes as he brought your daughter to your chest and allowed you to place kisses to her tiny pink button nose. She was the perfect mixture of you and Rafe; his nose, your cheeks, his hair, your lips, and just as you were committing her features to memory she blinked her eyes open. They were the same cerulean blue of her father’s and you thanked your lucky star’s the one prayer you had sent up had become reality.

“Rafe, she has your eyes.”

He mewled at the small fact as he took her from your arms, holding her head in his palm and placing his other hand on her tiny bottom. He bounced her for only a moment, letting tears cascade down his face as the harsh reality hit him that even though he had lost Molly, he had gained all the things he ever prayed for in the end. He placed his forehead against hers, taking in her scent, scared that he’d never smell it again.

“Millie June Cameron. Hi, baby. I’m your daddy.”

He cooed.

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madamspellmans-met-tet · 2 months ago

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🦂 Rapunzel 🦂

Dr. Florence Seward x fem!reader

tags: Hurt/Comfort, Su!cide Attempt, Bruises, not specified whether romantic or platonic, psychologist/patient, Comfort, Selective Mutism, Dissociation, Asylum, Pet Names, author thinks this is boring

wc: ~ 3.6 k

summary: It's December 27th. Late at night, Dr. Seward gets a call from Bethlam Royal Hospital about a patient she's been seeing.

A/N: Big trigger warning! It's non-graphic but thematically quite heavy. Read at your own risk. I made an OC just because of the topic so that the reader maintains some distance.

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Spending Christmas alone was a pointless endeavour, as far as Florence was concerned, and so she’d spent the holidays in her office, catching up on patient files by candlelight, since daylight was scarce in the depths of winter. In the corner of a new page of her notebook, she wrote down Dec. 27th with her fountain pen.

“Dr. Seward?” the new secretary—Mr. Fletcher—knocked on the wooden frame after having already opened the door to her office—as if it would annul the unseemly breach of decorum. For all of Renfield’s eventual descent into vampirism, his manners had been flawless from the day he started working for her. She set the pen down on the paper with a sharp pointedness, raising her eyebrows at him.

He shrank and gathered his hands close to his chest as if blocking a bullet to his heart, tapping from one foot to the other in this unbearable habit before speaking.

“It is way past my office hours, Fletcher. And yours, might I add. What is it?”

“A call came in. From Bethlam.”

She let go of the pen entirely and leaned back in her chair, keeping the heels of her hands against the edge of the table. “Bethlam?” she said, puzzled. “At this hour?”

After what Vanessa had told her about her treatment, she’d begun looking into the place under the guise of a private research project on institutionalised patients that aimed to promote successful releases accompanied by outpatient care and had taken up a few hours there.

“Yes. It concerns a Miss Harcourt in your care?”

Florence pushed up from her chair, drawing in a sharp breath through her nose. Elizabeth Harcourt; eighteen years old. Little Lizzy—she’d come to think of her as even though she knew she shouldn’t. “What about her?”

“They wouldn’t disclose it to me.” He pressed his thin lips shut right after speaking, making them almost disappear. She never understood what it was that made her so fearsome, but after her late husband, she preferred it this way. Perhaps she’d gained an aura after that night that she wore like a military badge.

“Get them on the phone again, Fletcher!” she demanded and went straight to the liquor cabinet for a glass of whisky and a cigarette. She’d given up on quitting after Vanessa’s death. Bethlam calling at this hour couldn’t mean anything good, and after how the last session had unfolded, her insides twisted.

-> continue

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kiwiana-writes · 6 months ago

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WIP Wednesday

Hey, y'all. I am struggling. With motivation, with ideas, with passion. Writing has always been my outlet and when the outlet isn't outletting... it's pretty fucking killer, I'm not gonna lie to you. I haven't read anything in literal weeks, either. Brains! Who'd have em?

Thanks to everyone who has continued to tag me over the last few weeks, and to @thighzp for the tag tonight. I really appreciate everyone who isn't just letting me disappear into the Void of Writers Past, which is basically my biggest fear lmfao.

Anyway. I have no idea what this is yet, apart from an attempt at a birthday present for a friend that stalled out and watched her birthday sail past, but!

Henry Fox is—allegedly—a pillow princess. It’s not like Alex has first-hand knowledge. He knows what a pillow princess is, because Nora once got very drunk and waxed poetic about how they’re underappreciated and unfairly maligned by the sapphic community. He also knows who Henry Fox is, because they shared a [something] class in freshman year in which Henry was tall and blond and British and annoying, and Alex didn’t miss a single opportunity to tell him that. But that was a year ago now, and Alex has never had any reason to think about those two completely unrelated pieces of knowledge in conjunction, except that his absolute least favourite lacrosse teammate is functionally incapable of having some fucking decorum, apparently. “I mean, I guess it makes sense.” It’s not the first time Alex has internally described Darren’s face as punchable while Darren is running his mouth in the locker room, and it almost definitely won’t be the last. “When you’ve got a face like that, you probably don’t need to learn how to be good at it, you know? Guys will be lining up around the block to give it to him even if he just lays there.” “Including you,” Alex points out, because he has chronic can’t-shut-the-fuck-up disease and no real sense of self-preservation.

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nyxandarcane · 3 months ago

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Welcome to our ask blog!!!!!!!!! Yahoo yippeee :D :D

We’re Nyx and Arcane Doorman! We’ll use the purple and orangish text to indicate who’s talking. If it’s neither then it’s both of us!!!!

im nyx!! im arcane’s older sister, i like to blow things up with my buddy oliver, i like playing video games, i like hanging out with my dog Aurora! Arcane says my typing ans grammar sucks and is incomprehensible but i do what i want so he can BITE ME!!! >:3

Hi!! I’m Arcane! I’m Nyx’s younger brother and I like to draw or build thingys with our friend Oliver! I like my family and friends and games and art! My sister is the super duper coolest and I wanna be just like her someday! I cant wait to make new friends here!! :D

//ooc:

//C: these double backslashes means out of character talking, in case one of us needs to clarify something. “C” is TheCosmicCrow (Crow) and “D” is DragonPro. This has “C:” in front of it because this is Crow typing this :3

//C: Arcane is 12-13 and Nyx is like 17-18 for this blog. Most of Nyx’s dialogue will be typed by Crow, while most of Arcane’s will be typed by Dragon, as that’s who belongs to who. There will be a little bit at the bottom of every answer telling you who’s answering at the present time.

//C: the characters also DO have typing quirks!! they have distinct ways of typing that will almost always be on purpose. You can also ask other characters stuff, if you want, but this blog is primarily run by the siblings.

//C: Extra characters: N, Uzi, Oliver, Aurora (who will only attempt to type as she is not good at it), Wolfie (same deal), Chirp (who is very incomprehensible I promise). You can also ask V, Sparky, Thad, Lizzy, Nori, and Khan stuff, though their answering ability is WAYYYYYY decreased because they don’t live in the house or interact with the siblings as often. If its one of these characters, there will be an actual indicator before the dialogue (ex. “Uzi: BITE ME!!”) just for further clarification. the siblings will not have dialogue tags unless any of these characters are also present.

//C: Apologies for the bigass post, but I just want to be able to clarify everything right off the bat to avoid confusion :’) if you want to ask us questions about the blog, go to our ACTUAL blogs @thecosmiccrow and @dragonpro809 since this one is purely for roleplay and character study purposes. :3

Anyways!! We’re both SUPER excited to get questions from you guyz!!!! so.. ask away? :3

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shes4twnksinatrnchct · 1 month ago

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Hell of a Show

Jake Kiszka x fem oc

Fifteen years after resigning from Greta Van Fleet, for reasons undisclosed to the public, Coley Payne is asked by her former band members to tell her side of the story.

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, explicit language, angst, first love, mention of parental death, mention of familial discourse

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The Rise: Interlude i

2039

It’s almost nauseating.

The smell of scorched fish permeates throughout Jake’s house, the kitchen slightly smoky from the overcooked salmon he had accidentally broiled to a crisp.

It’s irredeemable to say the least, Coley coughing while wafting smoke away from herself as a loud slew of curse words flee Jake’s mouth.

If she closes her eyes, he could probably pass for his father.

“Damn, Jake,” Connie mumbles, waving her hand in front of her face to try to clear the air around her, “She must have you awfully distracted to fuck up dinner.”

He glares at her, hoping Coley didn’t hear her from where she’s opening the door to the backyard to hopefully air the smoke out.

“…Well, shit,” Josh sighs upon his return from the bathroom, stepping to his twin brother who’s staring at the parched food in the pan, patting his shoulder, “I’m not eating that.”

“No, shit, dick,” Jake shrugs him off, irritated.

“Where’s Sam and Danny? Maybe one of them can pick something up on the way here and we’ll just pay them back,” Coley suggests, wrinkling her nose at the sight of the ruined meal.

“They’re almost here,” Josh tells her, shaking his head.

“Well, I’m not making them go back into town,” Jake huffs out, “See if they’re okay with pizza and we’ll just call it in, and I can go pick it up.”

“I can come with you,” Coley immediately volunteers, eyeing him, wanting to get out of the house and away from Constance—the fact it will be with him only enriches the allure of it.

Jake can’t even hide the subtle grin that tugs at the corners of his mouth at the thought of being alone with her…

“Okay,” He casually shrugs, looking at Josh, who glances between the two of them somewhat knowingly, “Let me call Sam and Danny and see what they wanna do, and if they’re okay with it I’ll call it in.”

“I got it,” Josh offers, already calling Sam’s number.

As he does that, the echo of Addi, Brooke, Kayce and Rhett laughing rattles from the living room, and mingles with the loud chattering of Connie toward Dominic and Collins.

Coley decides to slip upstairs to retreat to a guest bathroom to catch her breath and garner some peace for a moment.

It’s no surprise to her that upstairs is just as drastically different as downstairs…

The bathroom that once belonged to Collins is no longer a very, very, lightly pastel purple color that’s accented in butterflies and flowers—some of which having been hand-painted on the wall by Josh.

It’s all been painted over in a neutral grey, now, with equally as bleak bath mats and a matching hand towel.

The walls are bare of any decor.

Jake rarely comes in here, anyway, so he doesn’t care as to what it looks like so long as it’s not messy and functions.

She savors the quiet, sitting on the edge of the bathtub as memories overcome her.

Like Collins sitting on the counter while Coley showed Jake how to do her hair in either braid it or pull it up in a ponytail—and how to get it to lay down right if Collins wanted it down.

Or mopping up water after every bath the girl would take because it was nearly impossible for her to keep from splashing it everywhere.

And of course the time she got ahold of Jake’s shaving cream and smeared it all over the mirror in an attempt to paint.

She scoffs when she feels herself grow misty-eyed, knowing it’s not going to do any good to reminisce, but guilt and shame seem to be planted in her with no remorse since being here and she can’t help but look back at what she robbed him and the kids of.

Slipping from the bathroom after making sure her makeup hasn’t smeared, she finds herself pulled further down the hallway instead of downstairs.

Rhett and Kayce’s rooms are clearly dedicated to music—guitars and other string instruments lining the re-painted walls or resting in their cases on the floor.

Collins’ room is a guest bedroom, and at the end of the hallway is Coley’s old bedroom—well, her old bedroom she shared with Jake.

Like the other rooms, the door is wide open, and Coley carefully takes steps closer to peer inside to take note of how it’s changed, too.

She gets distracted by the sight of the fluffy cat curled up on the bed with his head buried in its own legs, and a wide smile pulls across her face.

She doesn’t notice him ease down the hallway toward her, and he doesn’t bother to speak because he doesn’t want to disturb her just yet, seeing the smile on her face as she looks into his room.

He realizes what she’s grinning about when he gets close enough to see the ball of fur curled up on what was once her side of the bed.

Just as she’s about to turn around to go back downstairs, she’s caught off-guard by the sudden presence of her ex-boyfriend.

“Sorry,” He says when she jolts, her hand resting over her chest as her heart hammers under her palm, “I’m not the only one with shitty hearing,” He teases in reference to her not hearing him approach her.

“I’m sorry,” Coley shakes her head, feeling embarrassed for even being up here, “I was just…um—I don’t know what I was doing, actually.”

“It’s okay,” Jake assures her, leaning against the doorway of his room, his close warmth radiating over her bare left shoulder, “I was nosy at your house, too,” He adds with a shrug, his eyes unable to keep from quickly dancing across her shoulder blades that are exposed from the thin straps of her dress before looking at her face before she can notice, asking, “You ready to go?”

Coley blinks up at him, forcing herself to keep from spacing out as she looks into his brown eyes, and lets out a soft, “Mhmm.”

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The drive to get pizza isn’t as uncomfortable as she expects, though she wouldn’t mind even if it was—just getting away from Connie is enough to put her in a better mood.

It doesn’t go unnoticed by Jake, either, despite the fact Coley hasn’t said a word outside of minute small talk here and there about the scenery…the air around her seemed lighter and less weighed down the moment they left the house.

It’s when they round a winding curve of road that pulls a, “Shit, Jake, slow down,” from her in the form of a giggle, that he finally speaks up, too.

“…I told you Connie was coming, right?” He casually asks, and she glares at him, “Don’t Medusa me, Coley. It was a simple question.”

“Yes, you did. That doesn’t make me wanna see her any more, though,” She scoffs.

He shakes his head slightly while she keeps her eyes fixed on him, her blonde brows furrowing while she adds, “Why did you guys hire her again after I left?”

“Because she was good at her job,” He replies immediately, not bothering to look at her.

“She was good at keeping us on the road,” Coley scoffs.

“We liked being on the road.”

“You liked being on the road,” She corrects him with a chuckle, “The rest of us were miserable.”

“You were miserable,” Jake returns the favor, making a correction of his own.

She doesn’t argue with him, not wanting to ruin the peace they have right now.

“Well, I just didn’t expect it to be as…much…as it was,” Coley tells him softly.

“I didn’t either,” He admits with a sigh, “It wasn’t all that bad, though, right?”

“No, it wasn’t,” She assures him, “I was with you so, it wasn’t all bad,” She adds, realizing what she’s said and quickly explaining, “You guys—you and the rest of the guys. The band, I mean.”

“Right,” Jake says, hiding his smug smile as he licks his lips and rubs at his nose while he tries to fish for the next topic, “How’s, um, everything with Emi and Maisie?”

“They’re good. Emi’s still in Maine, and Maisie got sober a couple months before Collins moved in with her a few years ago, and has been keeping it up, so.”

Jake’s brows furrow, his eyes looking at her briefly as he asks, “I thought Collins lived with you?”

“She does but she lived with Maisie for a couple years after she got out of high school,” Coley explains, feeling her throat grow dry from the topic.

“Oh, yeah,” Jake faintly remembers hearing something about it, “For college, right?” His mother had told him something to that degree four years ago, only mentioning to him what Tammy had told her.

“Uh, no, actually,” Coley honestly huffs out, clearing her throat and garnering a look of curiosity from him, “We got into it pretty bad right after she graduated high school and we went about a year and a half without speaking.”

“What the hell did you two get into it so bad over?” He asks, shock enveloping his words.

Never would he imagine the two of them having a falling out.

Of course, they’re both headstrong but a fight so harsh it rendered them so angry that they didn’t speak to one another for so long is difficult for him to grasp.

Coley doesn’t want to get into the gore of the mess of screaming and crying, finger-pointing, and blaming that occurred while she tried to make Collins understand that she did the best she could with what she had been dealt—trying to keep the three kids’ lives stable after losing both of their parents, and seeing the toll traveling constantly was taking on them—while her niece tried to make her understand that “her best” ultimately ripped her and her brothers away from a man that had filled the role of their dad for all intents and purposes.

“I’d rather not get into it right now,” She shakes her head, wanting to keep their car ride as light and airy as possible. Going into detail of the fallout with her niece will only drag the mood down—and perhaps ignite past feelings from Jake that he thought had been settled. She doesn’t want to risk another fallout with him before they even make it into town, “Maybe later.”

She gets no argument from him.

Once they reach the pizza place they discovered when they were actually able to settle into Nashville, Coley steps out of the car to go inside with him—earning a, “I got it, Coley,” from Jake, upon him recognizing one of the vehicles in the parking lot.

Her blonde brows pinch together while his blood pressure feels like it's skyrocketing.

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” He assures her with a nod, “Just don’t get snatched up.”

“Jake, it’s gonna be a lot of food. I came to help you—”

“—I got it,” He doesn’t give her a chance to finish before he steps across the street and heads into the restaurant.

Coley sits quietly and waits, nervously chewing on her lip and trying not to pick at her skin in the mirror of his passenger seat sun visor.

It’s been months since she had a pimple—hoping maybe her hormones finally gave up trying to destroy her confidence at the ripe age of forty-two, but here another one is.

“Ugh, I hope this shit goes away with menopause,” She mumbles to herself, eyeing the inflamed spot on her cheek that’s peeking through her makeup just slightly.

As she surrenders to the fact it’s just going to be there, she flips the visor back up to the ceiling of the car and sees Jake inside through the window, talking to another customer waiting for her food.

The two of them laughing at something she says before he does that focused nod that occurs when he’s locked into a conversation, listening to whatever it is the stranger is telling him.

Then, she grabs at his arm, says something else to him while getting her food from the counter, and gives him a quick kiss to his cheek.

She must not be a stranger, then, Coley decides.

It isn’t until the woman steps through the door to leave into the night air that Coley’s eyes widen.

No.

She’s not a stranger.

Her face is slightly more aged—but aren’t they all a little bit by now—and there’s a few stray grey hairs in her dark mane, but she’s still just as beautiful.

Coley didn’t realize Amy still lived here, she hadn’t thought about it since she and Jake split up and she moved away.

It wasn’t her problem, anymore, and she didn’t care who he saw or didn’t see.

Who knows—maybe it’s her heel scuffs on the wood of his floors acting as evidence of her time comforting him through the years.

If it is, Coley can’t complain.

If it couldn’t be her that Jake’s been with all these years—and it couldn’t have been—she supposes it could be Amy…so long as Jake was happy.

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welshautisticfurry · 1 year ago

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Warrior Cats x MCYT AU

Hermitclan

Leader : Beestar - A grey tabby tom with a cream and black striped tail, blue eyes (X)

Deputy : Goatmane - A large black tom with green eyes, and lots of thick fur (Doc)

Medicine cat : Azaleapelt - A fawn coloured she-cat with light red eyes and pink flowers scattered through her tail (Stress)

Warriors

Snapscar - A large white tom with red eyes and a large scar that covers his left eye (Etho)

Redstone - A small cream tom with black patches on his upper muzzle, green eyes (Mumbo)

Sunflowermoon - A tall silver she-cat with yellow eyes and a moon shaped marking on her shoulder, Ex half-clan (Pearl)

Blazetail - A small orange tabby tom with green eyes (Tango)

Sheepfur - A small white tom with Amber eyes and curly fur (Zed)

Patchpelt - A large ginger-and-cream patchy she-cat with green eyes (Cleo)

Jaywing - A small dusty brown tom with amber eyes (Grian)

Scarface - A large dark brown tom with green eyes and a x-shaped scar across his face (Scar)

Dioritepelt - A small white tom with black flecks covering his pelt and green eyes (Iskall)

Houndmuzzle - A large dark brown tom with a long muzzle and blue eyes (Ren)

Hillfur - A blue-grey tom with blue eyes (Joe hills)

Bearfeather - A large grey tom with brown eyes (Cub)

Swirltooth - A small black tom with yellow eyes (Hypno)

Longsight - A very small tan tom with large green eyes (Bdubs)

Dustmouse - A reddish-brown tom with dark brown eyes (Beef)

Silverface - A small silver tom with green eyes and a grey face (Wels)

Bluemud - A blue-grey tom with brown paws and dark brown eyes (Jevin)

Twigstone - A peach tom with blue eyes (XB)

Goldenapple - A black tom with yellow eyes (Impulse)

Elders

Tinfur - A grey tom with blue eyes (TFC o7)

Half-Clan

Gemheart - A tall tan and ginger she-cat with purple eyes (Gem)

Goldenfeather - A large golden she-cat with green eyes (False)

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Empireclan

Leader : Cavestar - A ginger tom with red eyes (Fwhip)

Deputy : Riftsand - A brown tabby tom with green eyes (Pix)

Medicine Cat : Mushroomleaf - A small tan she-cat with yellow eyes (Shubble)

Warriors

Blossomgrove - A large black she-cat with green eyes and petals in her thick tail (Katherine)

Codtail - A small greyish-tan tom with green eyes (Jimmy)

Foxstream - A tall light reddish-brown she-cat with blue eyes (Lizzie)

Llamaflower - A tall pale peach tom with heterochromia, his left eye is blue and his right eye is yellow (Scott)

Thunderwing - A small tan tom with green eyes (Joel)

Woodtail - A tan tom with a brown tail and amber eyes (Sausage)

Leopardshell - A golden tom with brown spots and brown eyes (Joey)

Eggsong - An off-white and cream mottled tom with blue eyes (Oli)

Half-Clan

Gemheart - A tall tan and ginger she-cat with purple eyes (Gem)

Goldenfeather - A large golden she-cat with green eyes (False)

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Cats outside clans

Martyn - A golden tom with a green bandana and green eyes

Skizz - A large grey tom with blue eyes and scarred legs

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I spent *waay* too long on this. If you want me to draw anyone, send me an ask and the cat and I'll draw it

If we get 5 notes I'll write a boat boys oneshot based on this

Now let me attempt to tag this (oh geez)

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ray4hotchner · 2 years ago

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Fate's Gentle Nudge

Chapter 2: Breeze

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Early in the morning, Y/N sat in the teachers' room, meticulously reviewing her notes for the day's classes. Her focus was intent, but it was interrupted when her colleague and close friend, Elizabeth, approached. Elizabeth, a third-year teacher at the school, had played a crucial role in Y/N's journey to this position. It was Elizabeth who had informed Y/N about the school's search for a permanent teacher and had even suggested her to the principal. Their bond went beyond the confines of the workplace, a true friendship that had brought them together in more ways than one.

"Hey, Lizzie."

"Hey, morning! How was the parents' meeting yesterday?"

"It was good. The cupcakes were a hit."

"Told you so. So, nothing interesting happened?" Elizabeth's tone carried a hint of curiosity, almost as if she knew something.

"Nope, all regular parental talks."

"So you didn't leave the building with a handsome man like Hank just told me," she smirked. Of course, Hank, the janitor, was a source of school gossip, and he had shared this tidbit with Elizabeth.

She let out a sigh, rolling her eyes in mock exasperation. "Why do you make it sound weird? I didn't leave with him," she emphasized, using air quotes, "we just walked out together."

Elizabeth's eyebrows shot up in amusement. "So who was it?"

Y/N's lips quirked into a slight grin. "Why does it matter?" she said, her tone sounding casual as she gave a nonchalant shrug, "He was just one of the dads."

"It matters because you're blushing like crazy right now," Elizabeth laughed, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

"You're so annoying, do you know that?" she exclaimed, punctuating her words with a playful eyeroll, "Why am I even friends with you?"

Elizabeth's grin widened mischievously. "Because you love me," she teased, her hands forming a heart shape in the air, "Come on now, spill." She leaned in, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"He was Jack's dad, Jack Hotchner."

Elizabeth's eyes lit up in recognition. "Oh, that cute little blond kid that always comes up to our table on lunch break?"

Y/N nodded with a fond smile. "Yeah, him."

Elizabeth leaned in, her curiosity evident. "Soo… don't make it that exciting, tell me what happened."

Y/N let out a laugh, shaking her head. "Nothing, really. Nothing happened. I just introduced myself, and we talked. That's it," she said, attempting to play down the encounter even though her grin hinted otherwise.

Liz gave her a knowing look, crossing her arms in a playful challenge. Y/N rolled her eyes and finally caved in to her friend's curiosity.

"Fine. We talked. A lot, actually," she admitted, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "He has this presence, Liz, I can't even describe it. He just radiates power and authority, and I noticed him right away. But he's also funny, and you have to see how he talks about his son, all soft and gentle. And, well, he's really handsome," she admitted with a slightly embarrassed chuckle.

Elizabeth's eyes lit up, her curiosity fully piqued. "Omg, more! Tell me more!" she practically begged, eager for all the details Y/N was willing to share.

"I just walked up to him and offered him some coffee and a cupcake."

Elizabeth's eyebrows shot up suggestively. "Omg, you were flirting!"

Y/N lets out a laugh. "What? How on earth is that flirting?"

Elizabeth grinned mischievously. "I know you, that's flirting for you."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "No, no way!"

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow playfully. "And did you bring anybody else a cupcake?" she asked with a knowing smile. To that, Y/N doesn’t answer, her silence speaking volumes.

"Shut up," Y/N playfully retorted. "I showed him Jack's succulent, that's it."

Elizabeth's smirk only grew wider. "That's definitely not it," she said knowingly, her teasing tone leaving no room for doubt.

"He may or may not have helped me to clean up afterwards."

"Oh, that's so cute. I bet he stayed behind on purpose," Elizabeth commented with a playful wink.

Y/N continued, her voice carrying a sense of fondness. "So we shared the last cupcakes and started talking. I guess time flew by; we didn't even notice. It was so natural talking to him, Liz," she said, a soft smile gracing her lips as she reminisced about the unexpected connection she had formed.

"He was funny and smart, and he really cares about his son. He's a good listener too; he asked so many questions."

Elizabeth's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Someone has a crush," she sang teasingly.

Y/N's cheeks turned a shade pinker as she playfully swatted at her friend. "Stop it!" she hissed, glancing around the room to make sure no one else had heard. The conversation had taken a turn she hadn't expected, but it was hard to deny the truth behind Elizabeth's words.

"He's a parent, and I'm his son's teacher, Liz."

Elizabeth shrugged nonchalantly. "And? Who cares if he's single?"

Y/N sighed, her expression turning more serious. "Widower, actually. And I think the school will care, a lot. I just got this job; I can't risk losing it," she explained, the practical side of her nature overshadowing any romantic notions she might have had.

Liz opened her mouth, ready to voice her disagreement, but the bell abruptly interrupted her as it rang for the start of the first hour. With a resigned smile, Y/N and Liz exchanged a knowing look, their conversation halted as they both made their way to their respective classrooms, leaving the topic of Y/N's encounter with Aaron Hotchner for another time.

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In the meantime, Aaron entered the BAU, the familiar hustle and bustle of the team's headquarters enveloping him. Penelope, always eager to assist, was immediately at his side, her fingers dancing across her tablet as she informed him about any potential cases that had cropped up. As they made their way to his office, she briefed him on the latest developments, her energy and efficiency a constant presence by his side.

"Enough of horrible things, how was the parent meeting?" she asked, her enthusiasm shining through as always.

"It was fine," he replied with a hint of nonchalance.

"Just fine? How is his teacher? How is he doing in school? Tell me more!" she insisted eagerly. Penelope was the closest thing to a sister Aaron had, and he knew she cared deeply about Jack, just like the rest of the team.

As she was asking, Rossi entered Aaron's office and took a seat, clearly interested in the answer as well.

"So, how is the little guy doing?" he asked, joining Penelope in her curiosity.

"He's doing really well. He's improved a lot in his reading, and his teacher told me he has a lot of friends and gets along with everyone in his class, so that's good," Aaron replied, a touch of pride evident in his tone.

"And how is the new teacher?" Penelope asked, her curiosity undiminished.

Aaron's mind momentarily wandered, thoughts of her smile, her shining eyes, and her pleasant voice distracting him. Shaking himself out of his reverie, he finally answered, "She is nice."

"Nice? Just nice?" Penelope's raised eyebrow showed her disbelief.

"Come on, Penelope. Don't you have work to do?" Aaron deflected, shifting the focus away from his response.

"Of course, boss. I'll be back in my cave if you all need me," she replied playfully before leaving the office.

Rossi remained seated, his gaze fixed on Aaron. "What?" Aaron asked, sensing the unspoken question in his colleague's expression.

"You know I'm a profiler, right?" Rossi said, his arms opening in a gesture of amusement. Aaron sighed inwardly, knowing he couldn't avoid the conversation any longer.

"So, how is she really?" Rossi's voice carried a mix of curiosity and understanding, knowing that Aaron often held back when it came to his personal life. Aaron let out a resigned sigh, realizing he couldn't escape Rossi's persistent curiosity. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze shifting to the ceiling for a brief moment before returning to his colleague.

"I don't know, Dave," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "She's... different. We talked for a while after the parent meeting, and it was... easy. Comfortable." He paused, as if searching for the right words. "She's smart, funny, and there's just something about her that's... intriguing."

Rossi's eyebrows lifted in response to Aaron's unexpectedly open confession. "Intriguing, huh?" he repeated with a knowing smirk.

Aaron's lips curved into a reluctant smile. "Yeah, intriguing."

Rossi chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Well, you know, sometimes life throws these unexpected curveballs at us."

Aaron's smile deepened, a mix of amusement and appreciation for his friend's insight. "Yeah, I guess it does."

The two colleagues shared a moment of camaraderie, an unspoken understanding passing between them. Even the most seasoned profiler couldn't predict matters of the heart, and Aaron found a bit of comfort in that realization.

Rossi's eyes twinkled with mischief as he leaned forward slightly. "So, are you thinking about asking her out?"

Aaron's smile faded a bit, his gaze turning more serious. "I can't, Dave."

"Why not?"

"She's Jack's teacher," Aaron replied, his tone carrying a touch of regret. "It's complicated. I can't risk making things uncomfortable for him at school."

Rossi nodded slowly, understanding the complexity of the situation. "You're a good dad, Aaron. Always thinking about Jack."

Aaron's shoulders relaxed slightly, appreciating the understanding in Rossi's words. "I just want what's best for him."

"Well," Rossi said, clapping a hand on Aaron's shoulder, "life has its own way of surprising us. Just take it one step at a time."

Aaron nodded, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. As his friend's words settled in, he realized that perhaps he didn't need to rush into anything. Maybe, just maybe, the unexpected connection he felt with her would find its own path, one that wouldn't compromise his role as a father.

"Thanks, Dave," he said, offering a genuine smile.

"Anytime, my friend. Now, let's get back to work." As they turned their attention back to their duties, Aaron couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of optimism about the unpredictable turns life might take.

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The day had been slow, devoid of any new cases, the team found themselves in the briefing room, immersed in the pile of overdue paperwork that had accumulated. The clock was ticking closer to 3 pm, the time when Jack would be getting out of school. Usually, his aunt was the one who picked him up. Since Hailey's passing, she had been a pillar of support for Aaron, always there for both him and Jack. She had selflessly devoted herself to them, sometimes neglecting her own needs just to be there for them. Jack was the most important thing in her world, and Aaron was endlessly grateful to have her in their lives.

As Aaron's thoughts drifted through his mind, his eyes remained fixed on his watch, the passing time seemingly more pronounced. Of course, in a room full of profilers, someone was quick to notice his distraction.

"You need to be somewhere?" Emily asked, her curiosity evident.

"Hmm? What?" Aaron replied, startled by her question.

"Your watch. You've been staring at it," Emily explained, concern touching her features. "You're normally not this distracted. Is something wrong?"

The rest of the team lifted their heads from their work, their attention now focused on Aaron, awaiting his response.

Aaron blinked, realizing that his preoccupation hadn't gone unnoticed. He cleared his throat, a faint smile touching his lips as he addressed his colleagues.

"Oh, no, nothing's wrong," he reassured them, his voice carrying a warm undertone. "Jack's getting out of school shortly, and I guess I just got lost in my thoughts for a moment."

Emily and the rest of the team exchanged understanding glances. Derek leaned back in his chair, a playful grin forming on his face. "You know, Hotch, we're not swamped with cases right now. Why don't you leave a little early and pick up Jack? Spend some quality time together."

Aaron's lips quirked in appreciation of Derek's suggestion, but he shook his head. "Thanks, Morgan, but I can wait. Jack's aunt usually picks him up."

Rossi chimed in, a supportive tone in his voice. "He's right, Aaron. You don't need to stick around if we don't have an active case."

The rest of the team voiced their agreement, encouraging Aaron to take the time for his son. As he looked around at their earnest faces, he found himself giving in, his reluctance giving way to the realization that sometimes work could wait, and moments with Jack were precious.

Aaron's resolve wavered as Rossi encouraged him once more, a knowing smirk on the older profiler's face. "Go on, Aaron," Rossi said, his tone supportive yet laced with a teasing undertone. "We'll hold down the fort here."

Derek chimed in with a chuckle, leaning in. "Yeah, go give that young man of yours a big hug from all of us." The rest of the team nodded in agreement, their smiles warm and genuine. Aaron found himself chuckling, a faint blush creeping up his neck as he registered Rossi's mischievous smirk.

With a nod and a grateful smile, he finally relented. "Alright," he conceded, standing up from his chair. "Thanks, everyone."

He had half an hour left, so he quickly made his way to his car. During the drive to Jack's school, he dialed Jess's number and informed her that he would be picking up Jack and surprising him. At Jack's school, the parents gathered in the school playground, and the teachers accompanied the children as the parents arrived to pick them up. Aaron would be lying if he said he wasn't a little excited to see Ms. Y/L/N again. He knew that Rossi's teasing had played a part in his decision to leave early, hoping for another chance to talk to her. He was well aware that she would likely be busy with the children, but there was a certain anticipation in him, a subtle tingling of interest.

The school bell rang, signaling the end of the classes, and soon the building's doors began to open as class after class emerged into the playground. Aaron's gaze swept over the scene, watching as children's laughter and chatter filled the air. He stood there, his anticipation growing with each passing moment.

And then, like a pleasant surprise, he saw her. Y/N emerged from the building, a warm smile on her face. But what caught Aaron's attention even more was the sight of none other than Jack, holding her hand as they made their way outside. His heart swelled with a mix of pride and fondness as he observed his son, feeling a surge of gratitude towards the woman who had taken the time to ensure Jack's safety.

Behind Y/N, the whole class followed, their energy and excitement evident as they gathered in the playground. Aaron's eyes remained fixed on the scene, taking in the sight of Jack interacting with his classmates. He couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for Y/N, her ability to manage a group of lively kids with such ease.

As the children's laughter filled the air, Aaron couldn't help but acknowledge the subtle tingle of excitement he had felt earlier. He had left work early for this moment, and watching Jack with his classmates, with Y/N guiding them, made it all worth it.

As they walked to their designated spot on the playground, Jack's voice carried with enthusiasm as he animatedly told Y/N a story. Aaron couldn't hear the specifics from his position, but the way Y/N attentively leaned in and responded showed her active engagement in the conversation. It was a heartwarming sight for Aaron to witness his son connecting with his teacher so effortlessly.

As the class began to form their usual positions, Y/N looked up, her gaze scanning the group of parents. It didn't take long for her to spot Aaron amongst them. He met her gaze and offered a small smile, feeling an unexpected flutter in his chest at the sight of her.

Aaron watched as Y/N returned his smile, a hint of recognition in her eyes. The connection between them was brief yet meaningful, a silent acknowledgment that bridged the gap between teacher and parent. He was grateful for the moment, appreciating the way she interacted with Jack and her dedication to her students.

Their gaze held for a moment longer, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. However, their connection was interrupted as Jack suddenly followed Y/N's gaze and spotted his dad amidst the parents.

"Dad!" Jack's eyes lit up with excitement, and he ran towards Aaron with uncontained enthusiasm. Aaron's heart swelled with a mixture of pride and affection as he knelt down to meet his son's eager embrace.

"Hey there, champ," Aaron said, his voice warm as he enveloped Jack in a hug. "How was school today?"

"It was great! I told Miss Y/L/N all about our adventure at the park last weekend!" Jack exclaimed, his words rushing out in his excitement.

Aaron couldn't help but chuckle, glancing up at Y/N with a smile before returning his attention to Jack. "Sounds like you had a lot to share."

Aaron stood up, his hand finding Jack's, and together they walked over to where Y/N stood. As they approached her, he couldn't help but appreciate the way her smile brightened, making her eyes light up.

"Nice to see you again, Mr. Hotchner," Y/N greeted with a warm tone.

"Likewise," Aaron replied, his lips curving into a genuine smile that mirrored the pleasantness of the encounter.

Her hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, a change from the previous day when it had been down. This new style offered him an even clearer view of her beautiful face, highlighting her features in a way that held his attention. He found himself drawn to her eyes, their warmth and curiosity captivating him.

As the early autumn wind gently tousled her hair, it carried the faint scent of her perfume to his nose. It was a scent that was both delicate and alluring, and he had to exercise self-control not to visibly take a deeper breath. Despite his efforts to maintain his composure, he couldn't deny the subtle pull he felt towards her, a pull that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment they spent together.

Unlike the quiet setting of their previous encounter, the school playground was now bustling with activity. Children were everywhere, their laughter and chatter filling the air as they played and interacted. Every few minutes, parents approached Y/N to greet her, a testament to her warm presence and connection with both the students and their families.

Aaron couldn't help but observe the way she effortlessly interacted with everyone around her. Her genuine smiles and friendly exchanges showed just how much she was respected and appreciated by both the children and their parents. He marveled at her ability to navigate this lively environment with such grace, her attention easily shifting from one person to another while making each feel valued and heard.

"Did you thank Ms. Y/L/N for the cookies, Jack?" Aaron asked, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He remembered the excitement in Jack's eyes that morning when he had seen the cookies and how he had told him that they were a gift from his teacher.

"I did! They were really delicious, Ms. Y/L/N," Jack replied, his face lighting up as he recalled the treat.

"I'm glad you enjoyed them, buddy," Y/N chimed in, her own smile reflecting the genuine pleasure she felt in seeing Jack's enthusiasm.

"We don't want to hold you up any longer," Hotch said, noticing that most of her students had already departed.

Y/N nodded, her attention briefly shifting to the departing students and then back to him. "I'll see you tomorrow, Jack," she said, her gaze softening as she addressed his son.

Jack beamed at her. "Goodbye, Ms. Y/L/N!"

Hotch turned his attention back to Y/N, offering a small nod. "It was nice to see you again," he said, his tone carrying a subtle warmth.

A genuine smile graced her lips. "Likewise. Have a good day, Mr. Hotchner."

As they exchanged these parting words, Hotch couldn't help but feel a curious sense of connection, as if a door had been opened to something unexpected. He watched as Y/N continued to interact with her students, her presence commanding attention and respect in the midst of the lively school environment.

As soon as they started to walk away, Lizzie hurriedly approached Y/N with quick strides.

"Omg, that's the hot dad from yesterday, right?" Lizzie asked in a hushed tone, her excitement evident.

"Psst, Liz? Someone might hear," Y/N playfully chided, though a dreamy smile appeared on her face. "But yeah, he is."

"He really is handsome and tall! You didn't mention tall," Liz commented, her eyes still fixed on the retreating figure.

"Did I also mention that he's an FBI agent and the unit chief of his own department?"

Liz's eyes widened, and she practically whisper-screamed, "Shut the hell up!" She then grabbed Y/N's arm in excitement, and both of them shared a quiet laugh as they watched Aaron Hotchner walk away from the school grounds.

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Damn Those Dog Tags: Part 15 - Have You Ever Seen The Rain

📖I need to make two apologies. First, I am so sorry for the long delay. While work was beating my ass, I actually received a rude comment on my Wattpad account for the last chapter that triggered a horrible writer's block. It was taken care of, and it didn't bother me at the time, but I didn't realize how much it affected me until I started to write. Then I decided to use it for inspiration!

Secondly, I'm so sorry for what is about to unfold. This one was planned from the get-go (which is also probably why I struggled because this is the one chapter I dreaded having to write).

(I'll be running from the pitchforks as they come, Woot Woot!)

❗️+18, strong language, godmother reader/original female character, Mentions of an original child, Shitty family dynamics, Angst, verbal fights, sexist implications, one slap across the face, and Jake being Hangman.

#6k words

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The story behind how you started ego-checking some of the cocksure pilots at Hard Deck is less interesting than one might think.

It all started with a game.

You weren't kidding when you told Jake you were a library, loving geek who'd rather spend her time deep in the stacks. That was the plot of your entire post-secondary experience. You didn't know how to flirt. You stayed clear of frat parties and cliquey groups. And if a guy tried to flirt with you, you ran for the freaking hills without a backward glance.

You only decided to take that bartending job in building H's damp, dark basement because you were dead-ass broke. But the thing about being a bartender on a University campus, there were moments when you had nothing but time on your hands.

You had to get creative.

Looking back, you would blame the writer-orientated part of your mind that decided to create that little game of making up stories for the people who regularly visited the miserable bar.

The quiet girl, always sitting in the back corner, cramming for a test or writing a paper. Did she like the ambience, or was she avoiding the library? Or was she trying to work up the nerve to ask out one of the bussers, waiting for the perfect meet cute?

Maybe the nerds who gathered every Friday at the arcade-style game consoles playing Pac-Man needed to leave their dorm because Friday nights tended to be the one night everyone liked to party.

Those popular girls sitting around a table with their $5 cocktails, lowcut tanktops, and jean shorts, always on their phones gossiping over the latest social media post from their favourite celebrities. Did they have Regina George in their ranks? Which one was sleeping with the other's boyfriend? How much blackmail did they have on each other?

Which one would murder the other first?

That little game you invented for yourself got you out of your shell. It also made it easier to deal with the persistent football jocks who'd try to flirt with you for a free shot.

Ridley would always get a kick out of it whenever you told her. You'd always imagined her curling up in a ball and kicking her feet back and forth while she squealed in laughter over the phone.

"Be a character in one of your freaking stories. Or better yet, act it out! You're a damn writer, Lizzie."

She was right. So you did.

You'd never forget the laughter of that football jock when your rejection of his flirting attempts to weasel a free drink out of you resulted in his childish reply of, "Well, nobody's perfect, Sweetheart, least of all you."

"I never said I was," you had said with a smile.

You must have said something right because a few minutes later, Penny was introducing herself and chatting you up, asking if you wanted a better job bartending.

You were all too happy to leave. But nothing could have prepared you for the hotshot, ego-driven, and stupidly horny Top Gun pilots who frequented the Hard Deck.

Between remembering their drink order or what side of the room they tended to gravitate towards, you needed more than your little guessing game to figure out their tells. You did pick up little things about them, though.

The WSOs were the kindest; ironically, they stood out in the crowds. Always a kind smile, never a bad thing to say about anyone.

The female pilots were always badass. At least, you thought so. Strong. Always commandeering the room the second they walked in. Always nice, no question about it. But mess with them; you got schooled hard.

They were the literal definition behind the saying, 'Do no harm, but take no shit.'

And with each new group that came in, the male pilots, the single flyers you had called them, paled compared to those jocks. They never changed. A pair constantly vied for first place with each new group that came through the Top Gun program.

Always a pair of males. Women always knew there was more at stake than a freaking trophy.

Those guys talked to you. Well... properly flirted at you.

That's where your little game came in handy. Picking out the little things about them, letting your mind do the creative parts next. It's how you turned Jake down so quickly that first time.

But the guy currently approaching the bar? He did not fit the bill of any regular customer you had seen in a while.

Tourists came and went without question. They stood out like a pack of flies, unsure where to go, with friendly faces and always asking what the best places were. They tipped great, and they never returned.

This guy?

Not a tourist.

He was from out of town. The plaid shirt, jeans and cowboy boots were unusual for a California bar. It was also how he gaped at the walls and ceiling, taking in all the Navy memorabilia Penny had collected over the years. If you hadn't been paying attention, you could have sworn there was a look of distaste on his face with each new item he saw.

But what irked you was the sense of familiarity you couldn't place while looking at him. Blonde hair and a sharp face. Something in how he carried that toothpick between his teeth, not in the way god forbid fucking Tyler had, but as if it was a piece of grass. Also, in the way he walked.

Then he openly leered at a woman's ass as she walked by, and it all made sense.

Ah, a Wham, Bam, Thank You, Mam.

He sat in the empty chair directly in front of you, still watching the women's retreating form. You didn't want to serve him, but a tiny part of you hoped your assumption had been wrong.

It had been a while since you had to rebuff flirty advances; the newer pilots going through the Top Gun Program hardly said anything to you except smile and relay their order.

You suspected Jake was behind it.

"What can I get you?" you smiled at the guy. He slowly pulled his eyes away with a sly grin. The second he caught sight of your face, his mouth stretched even wider as he leaned forward on the bar.

"Your number and the name of a good hotel."

You should have known better.

If it looked like a duck, it quacked like a duck too.

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you straightened the line of shot glasses under the bar, not once looking up as you answered him. "Well, I can answer one out of two of those questions, but I'm afraid the only hotels around here are resorts. There is a bed and breakfast about ten minutes down the road that will give you a good deal."

"Will they give me a good deal if I mention your name?"

"Only my friends know my name, and you are simply a customer sitting at my bar wanting a drink?" you raised your eyebrow, tapping your finger against the bar.

He made a show of thinking about it, rocking his shoulders back and forth. He finally nodded, leaning forward to answer you.

"Whiskey. Straight."

You recognized his accent as you reached beneath the bar to grab the bottle. It was more pronounced and slightly more profound, but without a doubt, he sounded like Jake.

Good old southern Texas Charm.

Normally you'd engage in small talk, but you wanted nothing more than to leave this asshole alone. Thinking he'd leave it be after you poured him his drink, you slid the glass forward, then made your way over to the other side of the bar.

The words he called out after you made you stop in your tracks.

"You must get attention all the time. Having your pick of the litter each year."

You whipped around, offended. " Are you calling me easy?!"

He shrugged. "I'm just saying a good-looking woman like yourself, in this place... you clearly aren't sticking around because of the pay."

Oh, you wanted this guy gone. That could have been one of the most double-standard comments you had ever received. Old Liz would have sputtered, maybe run into the back fridge and asked one of the other bartenders to handle it.

You now? No chance in hell. If he were going to give it, you would give it right back. You weren't going to play the boyfriend card. You could fight your own battles, and something told you even if you told him you had a boyfriend, he'd think you were lying. He seemed like the type that wouldn't take no for an answer.

"You've got some nerve." You crossed your arms, matching back to him from the other side of the bar. "Let's get one thing straight. I'm not here because I'm looking for attention or have trouble finding a date. You've spent all of two minutes sitting at this bar, talking shit, while I've been fighting the urge to point out your confusion regarding basic anatomy."

He raised his eyebrows at your reply. "My confusion?"

You leaned forward, resting your arms upon the bar, eyeing him sourly. "Is your mouth your asshole, or are you just one?"

It was one of the more cruder remarks you had ever responded with. But this guy was trying to go for gold. Unphased, he leaned back in his chair, throwing his hands up. "Hey, no need to be aggressive. You should take it as a compliment. I never called you anything derogatory."

You huffed, pushing yourself away from him, rolling your eyes. "Calling me good-looking, then proceeding to say I'm only working here because it's 'easy to access' is still calling a woman a slut. You don't need to say the word to imply the meaning."

You ripped the dishrag from your shoulder, running it under the tap, muttering more to yourself, "There's no way that shit works on women."

"It does on the women back home," he answered you.

"Oh, so are you staying? Don't tell me you're a new pilot at Top Gun."

They'll beat that attitude right out of you.

"Oh, I'm just passing through. I figured I'd scout out the area. I heard this was a Navy bar. Don't understand what all the fuss is about."

You didn't answer him. Opening your mouth only led to him replying, and the quicker he finished his drink, the faster he'd leave. He took your silence as a means to continue.

"Still playing hard to get?"

"You ask me a question. I might choose not to answer."

"Wow. Subtle."

You turned, a hand on your hip. "You can't honestly expect me to speak to you, a complete stranger, after the way you just undermined my job because I'm not giving to your attempts. There is nothing to get."

He smiled, holding out his hand. "George Seresin. There, not a stranger."

Well, shit.

You wanted to hang your mouth open like a fish. You were staring down Jake's brother.

Now you understood Jake's reaction to Janet's warning. His anxious behaviour in the back of his truck. His lost-in-thought stares or the way he couldn't stop looking at you and Sadie when he came home from work this week.

George Seresin was a very unwelcome, uninvited and long-awaited guest.

Something snapped in your stomach, a twinge of weariness that Jake didn't confide in you. Then again, your slight disappointment was overshadowed by something greater.

Clearly, you were fated to ego-check both Seresin brothers while standing behind this bar. Because the idea came without warning, without doubt, or any sense of hesitancy.

George Seresin was at the Hard Deck.

He was right in front of you, trying to flirt with you without any idea who you were.

And he was sitting in the best spot in the entire place.

It was too good of an opportunity to pass up.

You stepped backwards, turning to lean up against the bar. As you did with Jake all those months ago, you took the rag and started to wipe.

"So let me get this straight," you said, dragging the damp cloth around his glass, not once looking up. "I tell you my name in some effort to prove we are not strangers. I'm supposed to forget about your 'comments,' so you can use that good old Texas charm to woo me into your bed with a promise of a good time?"

You finally looked up, George only staring back at you with a heated smoulder.

"Something tells me none of those loose cannons cannot even promise you a good time. A quick roll in the sheets before they let some brass monkey in a fancy suit tell them where to shoot. You look like you could let loose for once in your life."

You froze, losing your grip on the rag and fingers twitching. Scanning Jake’s brother, you leaned against the bar, resting your weight on your elbows, throwing the fabric over your shoulder as you got inside his bubble. You never once broke eye contact as you pinned him down.

George bought it, hook, line and sinker. He was so focused on you and your face that he was oblivious to everything and everyone around him, including how your hand slowly reached up toward the rope hanging from the top of the bar.

The second he looked at your lips, you tugged.

Cheers and music flooded the Hard Deck when everyone heard the distinct ring of the barbell. You guessed the song right away, old habits dying hard. Slow Ride, its distinct beat letting you know Jake was here and he had seen the whole thing.

George reeled back, shocked as a few people came up and slapped him on the back, thanking him. You laughed softly at his reaction, pushing yourself away to help the few customers you knew who would take advantage of the free drink.

You had never rang the bell for someone like him. George Seresin would be the only exception.

"What the hell just happened?" he called after you. You didn't bother turning around, flinging your hand to gesture over your head, "Read the sign!"

George followed the direction of your hand, landing on the piece of wood dangling by the silver chain.

You disrespect a lady, the navy, or you put your cell phone on the bar, you buy a round.

You had already helped a few customers when he managed to tear his eyes away to glare at you heatedly. You turned to face him with a gleeful grin. Instead of asking him which one he thought you rang him out for, you started teasingly singing along to the chorus.

You hadn't done that in a while. It felt good.

"What did he do to warrant that?"

You smiled up at Jake as he approached the bar. He never took his eyes off you as he leaned on his elbow against the top of the bar beside George.

"What do you think?" you laughed at him.

Jake smirked. "I'd say he didn't take no for an answer."

"He did a little more than that. Tell him to put his cell phone on the bar, and he'd get three out of three."

"Ouch," Jake dramatically drawled. He finally turned his head, nodding once in his brother's direction. "Hi, Georgie."

You stiffed a giggle.

George huffed, jutting his chin out in your direction. "This one is trouble."

"Don't I know it," Jake said, looking back at you. "Pulled the same trick on me the first time I met her. Only she didn't ring the bell. Guess I did something right, considering she let me come back."

George glanced between you and Jake several times, and you could see the gears grinding in his head.

"Hi," you beamed at him, walking over and holding out your hand. "Elizabeth Beck. Your brother's girlfriend. I guess we aren't strangers after all."

George stared down at your hand, then gritting his teeth, knocking back another gulp of whiskey. He spat out his following words with the glass still to his lips, "So you are real. Jake, there's no way you're dating her."

You didn't try to hide the snark from your voice as you lowered your hand. "You thought I was imaginary? Sorry to disappoint."

George still chose to ignore you. "What's the matter, little brother? Need your girlfriend to speak for you?"

Jake stiffened, and it took everything in you not to ring the bell once more. Cause you knew if you did, Jake would be the one to help throw George out, and you didn't know what repercussions he could face.

"At least he has a girlfriend," you scoffed. "I can't imagine you've ever had a meaningful relationship with how you treat women."

You spied his empty whiskey glass, grabbing it firmly.

"Wham."

Sliding it across the bar's smooth surface, you caught it in the palm of your other hand.

"Bam."

Reaching into the pocket of your apron with your free hand, you slapped his bill down in front of him, rounds and all, attempting your best version of a Texan accent.

"Thank you, Mam."

Not wanting to waste more time on him, you turned to Jake, slightly worried. Some of you didn't know how to act around Jake when he was like this. When he was so... Hangman.

You gently touched his wrist, murmuring softly, "I'll see you in a half hour?"

He twisted his arm in your grasp, sliding his hand down so he could gently squeeze yours. But his eyes screamed a different, intense, unsettling story. As if he was assessing you for any threat.

"Sure."

You tried not to let it bother you, his non-chalent reply. Trying not to frown, you let go of his wrist to serve another customer, calling out as you walked away, "It was nice meeting you, Georgie!"

Jake watched you go with a slight turn of his head, proud you one-upped his brother but wishing you didn't leave him alone.

He knew why George was here. What he wanted him to do. No amount of smirk, cockiness, or even Hangman, could save Jake from this. George was the grave reminder that no matter where the Navy sent him, whether in California or on the other side of the world, there was no end to the metaphorical leash the 'hell bringer' had on both of his sons.

George scraped his chair back to stand. "Come on, little brother," he gruffed out, tossing his credit card onto the bar. "We need to have a chat."

—-

With Ridley's Jean jacket in hand and your bag, you placed them on the bar as you greeted Jimmy after finishing your shift. "Can you watch these for a second, Jimmy? I'm just going to the bathroom before I find Jake. We're going to pick Sadie up from Penny's and take her out for dinner."

The older man smiled. "She's feeling better?"

You nodded. "Mild concussion. She was okay after a few days and back at school. Bummed about not being able to play in soccer playoffs, though. Hence the trip."

"That girl loves her soccer. What a shame."

"Jake's is making it easier on her. I don't know what I would do without him."

He tilted his head towards the bathroom hall with a knowing grin. "Go get ready for your date."

You blushed, walking away, calling over your shoulder, "It's not a date!"

After freshening yourself up, you took a few moments to stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror. You saw the famous callsign board hanging on the wall behind you. You scanned the names from the mirror, looking for Jake's, doing a double take when you couldn’t find it. You turned, properly facing the wall.

Like the sign in the bar, it was a piece of wood with the words engraved into the top, “Ladies Beware: Navigate the Hard Deck with Care!” and underneath that, “Pilots who fly solo.” Several metal slots were glued to the surface, designed so she could easily slide plastic slate with a pilot’s callsign into place.

You recognized a few, even Rooster's, though his was listed way further down, out of harm’s way. But Jake's was nowhere to be found.

Then you realized - Penny had taken his name off.

She didn't do that for a lot of people. You could only recall one other instance when she removed a pilot's callsign from that board. She prided herself on it, so much so she never removed Maverick's at the top of the list, even after they got back together.

You needed to tell Jake.

With a hint of a smile, you eagerly walked out of the bathroom to find him. He was standing with George at the pool table, the elder Seresin brother lining up a shot as he spoke. As you approached them, you honed in on Jake, realizing he looked uncomfortable. Stiff, shoulders square, and his fists were clenched tight.

The closer you got, the more you heard of their conversation, and when you heard Sadie's name fall from George's mouth, you froze. Hearing him utter her name, especially in that hardened tone, was a punch to the gut. The urge to hide behind one of the support pillars in the middle of the room at the last second was too great to ignore, and you made yourself as small as possible.

You had stumbled upon a conversation you weren’t supposed to hear. George’s voice accompanied the sound of the eight-ball scattering the balls across the table.

"Come on, man," he said, his tone laced with arrogance. "Think about it. She threw her whole life away for her niece. She's tied down now, and you deserve someone who can give you more than that."

Jake remained silent. George continued, encouraged by his lack of protest. "You're a Navy pilot, for crying out loud. You could have anyone you want. Why settle for a girl with so much baggage?"

You weren’t stupid. You knew enough about George to realize he was the golden child, the favourite used to getting his way. George would only see you as Jake’s attempt to one-up him on something.

“You know why I'm here,” you heard him say firmly. “Dad doesn’t approve. He wants you to know if you continue on with her, you will never be welcomed back home.”

You swallowed hard, a knot forming in your stomach. There would never be a time when you asked Jake to choose you over his family, even with what you knew. You wanted to go out there, but this was Jake’s battle. Storming out to threaten anything but a kick to the balls was out of the question.

But when Jake finally spoke, his words were like shards of ice piercing your skin.

"Yeah, you're right."

A strangled noise escaped from you, a sound of raw pain and disbelief. You clapped your hands over your mouth, trying to muffle the sob threatening to escape. George’s reply triggered the blood rushing through your ears, the pain in your forearm from your nails biting hard into the skin.

“You know I am,” he laughed, another clack of the pool balls sounding out. “

There was only one way you saw this - Jake played you like he played those other bartenders.

You couldn’t hide any longer. You pushed yourself away from the pillar, swerving around to confront them.

“So Sadie and I were just a game to you?”

Jake turned sharply, shock in his eyes. “Liz,” he held his hands out in front of him. “It’s not what…”

“Not what?” you said heatedly, tears streaming from your eyes. “I heard plenty!”

He opened his mouth to say something, but the words died in his throat, confronted with your beat red face and tears. You were not supposed to hear all that.

The shock on his face was not enough to erase the sting of his words.

"Come on, Liz. You don't understand... it's..."

"What's there to understand, Jake?" you interjected, your voice seething with a volatile mix of pain and anger. "That I'm just another one of your bartenders?"

“Liz, don’t.”

“Enlighten me, Jake.” You crossed your arms. “Tell me all the reasons why. That bringing me flowers wasn’t a game. That getting close to my niece wasn’t a game. Asking me to give you a chance, taking me out on a date.”

You sobbed. “Taking me up in that damn plane.”

The thought was erupt, tearing itself from the deepest part of your mind. You couldn’t help it, the words spilling out in blinded anger. “Was my grief an opportunity for you to get into my pants? Telling me it would be alright so you could leave me high and dry? Telling me it was going to be okay?”

There was a sudden shift in his expression, his gaze hardening. As if a switch had been flipped, the warm, understanding man you knew disappeared, replaced by a stranger draped in defensiveness and sarcasm.

"Oh, excuse me," he declared. "I didn't realize I was your knight in shining armour, rushing to your rescue the second you need all your problems fixed. The girl who never had a relationship, thinking a man would solve all her issues."

The words hit you like a physical blow, your knees nearly buckling beneath you. Jake's harsh gaze didn't match his usual soft and protective demeanour. It was like looking at a stranger, someone you didn't recognize. The man before you was not the Jake you'd fallen for.

This man reminded you of your father.

Was this his plan all along? You racked your mind, searching for any indication this had been coming. But what only stood out was Rooster's words echoing in your head where you found none.

Did you really only add your name to the list of women Hangman had pursued?

Because here and now, those months of working through the trauma of losing Ridley didn't matter.

Was anything about this past year even worth it? The moments you worked through when you would avoid anyone mentioning her because acknowledging her in the past tense was too much. Avoiding the things that reminded you of her. Till helped you through it.

She would know what to say right now. She would be the one beating his ass with verbiage and scathing remarks. She would nail the moment and get it right.

It hit you, the hidden weight of how desperately you missed her.

Suddenly, you were that girl again, starting her first shift in that basement bar, wondering what to say to the students who saw you as a mere bookworm with no character or class - because you couldn't compare to the girl sitting in the corner writing her paper, actually having the courage to ask that busboy out.

Or the geeks in the corner cheering as hard as they did when they beat their high score on the console, uncaring of strange looks. Or that girl, finally standing up to her 'so-called friends' when one had been spreading rumours and crude remarks about her to the others behind her back.

He really did leave you out to dry.

"Stay the fuck away from my niece," you managed to gasp through your tears. "And stay the fuck away from me."

You wanted to believe your assumption that Jake was merely putting on a front. Hangman, his alternate self, was his attempt at protecting himself.

You had a hard time doing so.

There, plain as day, across his face was the most condensing grin you had ever seen as he dramatically drawled out slowly, "No fucking problem, sweetheart."

You didn't believe in thinking about everything you regretted throughout your life. Ridley was the only exception; if you had done more, moved back home after school, or gone to the police the day you kicked Tyler out, maybe she'd still be here. You couldn't change what had happened in your life, so spending time thinking about it in the present wouldn't do you much good.

So it was no surprise to you when you followed through with your knee-deep reaction, your hand coming up out of nowhere, open and firm, slapping Jake hard enough across the side of his face, his head turning with the force of it.

You knew you shouldn't have. You weren't a violent person by any means. Next to Tyler, you never had raised a hand to anyone. You were too hurt to care you just slapped him.

That should have scared you shitless.

Rather than voice the obvious, you remained silent, allowing every repressed thought, every buried emotion to resurface.

Ridley - dead.

Sadie - hurt.

Tyler - lurking.

Bradley - damaging.

It was all too much.

George's figure stood out from behind Jake amongst your blurry vision, tears creating a vignette in your line of sight. You tore past Jake, sticking your finger out only to push George square in his chest. He stepped back at the force, hand shooting out to balance himself against the pool table.

Jake wouldn't have done that had George not shown up. Had he not played with Jake's emotions.

"You need a fucking ego check and to grow the fuck up," you seethed at him. "I don't know whose got your balls on a very tight leash, but you have no right to go around and fucking up other people's relationships."

George didn't answer you, taking his hand off the table to stand properly. You pressed him again. "Does it give you some sick fucking pleasure to hurt your brother? Dad loves me best, so I'm going to remind everyone just cause I can?"

George was still avoiding your heated glare, fixating on his football ring, twisting the piece of metal back and forth. It only pissed you off further.

"My eyes are over here, Jackass! Have the decency to look me in the fucking eyes when I'm talking to you."

If nobody had been watching when you slapped Jake, you clearly had their attention now. Even with the music blasting from the speakers, every conversation in the Hard deck had gone quiet. You could feel everyone's eyes on you, but you couldn't care less.

You were too far gone.

George slowly cocked his head to face you. Your breath was harsh, your body jolting with each gasp as you gave in to the anger. "My sister died, and I took in my niece. What's so fucking wrong about that? That I threw my life away, that I have no future?"

He shifted on his feet, about to transfer the pool stick into his other hand, when you reached out and snatched it out of his grasp, tossing it behind you with a clack.

"You're damn right I did! That's what you do for people you love. I would sacrifice my entire life so she could have hers. And I would do it again in a fucking heartbeat. I will stay on the other side of that bar for the rest of my so-called miserable life, getting catcalled and dealing with assholes like you if it gives her the best shot with the shitty hand she's dealt. You, George Seresin, have no right to judge the choices I've made in my life."

Your breathing was harsh, ribs aching with effort. Every vein, every pore, was consumed with pure white rage. And yet, you still found yourself growling out, "You have no right judging your brothers either."

Even after breaking your heart, you still stood up for Jake.

"He risks his life every single time he goes up in that jet just so the whole world can fucking survive. So you can go on day in and day out and let your father control what you want to do with your life. So you can gallant around letting someone who has lived their life decide what you do with the rest of yours? So Jake’s here for you to bully and control every time he comes home? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

The burning sensation in your cheeks mirrored the fire in your eyes, unshed tears making them shine brighter. The salty sting of tears blurring your vision did little to diminish the searing gaze you levelled at George.

"My sister believed everyone deserved a chance. That people cared, regardless of what they did or who they were. I had forgotten that until my niece invited Jake to a barbeque, till she invited him on a hike because he was being treated differently. Despite what I heard and everyone telling me otherwise, listing off why I shouldn’t. That he will hurt me and my niece, and I still gave him a chance.”

Squaring your shoulders and balling your hands to fists at your side, you take a step forward, a dangerous glint in your eyes. You lean towards him, your face close enough to feel his breath, your jaw clenched and muscles tight.

"You are the first person ever to prove my sister wrong,” your voice is dangerously low, underlying anger accompanying each word. “You sure as hell don't deserve that sentiment."

As you stepped away, George lifted his head to glance around the room, everyone's eyes pinning him down. The older Top Gun instructors had stood at their tables and chairs, arms crossed. Some of the current students in the program also stood, the others sending him the most scathing glares they could manage. Even some regulars who weren't aviators were casting him a scornful glance.

You spun, ready to leave him in embarrassment and escape this literal fucking mess, when you caught Jake's bewildered gaze, his mouth hanging open in slight shock.

You weren't sure whether it was that look or the dying embers of your outburst that made you spin back around to snarl, "So, leave your brother the fuck alone! Live your own goddamn life without judging others for the choices they make! Cause you sure as hell don't know what it means to sacrifice something for those you love. If you need an example, look around this goddamn room."

Jake reached for your wrist as you charged toward the front door. The second you felt his touch, you shook your hand loose, a wrenching sob tearing through your chest.

"Don't fucking touch me!"

You didn't bother seeing his reaction to your remark, rushing to grab your bag and Ridley's jean jacket off the bar.

The skin around your wrist burned from his touch, the rough callouses once a comfort but now felt like coarse sandpaper. You wanted to get under a shower or jump in the sea, hoping to remove the feeling of every memory, kiss, and word.

God, you let him touch you. Do things with you.

You were going to throw up.

God forbid you didn't want to walk home. But you needed to go, be anywhere but here, and you didn't have your car. Barely keeping it together as you took off toward the door, you had half a mind to look up to watch where you were going, deaf to Jake's shouts of your name.

There was Bradley, sitting in the first booth by the door. His brow furrowed as you made your way over to him, probably having witnessed the ordeal. You were too upset even to question why he wasn't marching across the bar, ready to knock Jake to next Sunday.

It had been weeks since the fight, with no communication in between. But it was a distant memory compared to this.

It didn't matter what he implied. It didn't matter what happened in your hallway.

It didn't matter.

You just needed your friend.

With each step you took toward him, your shame only grew greater. You couldn't even look him in the eye when you stopped, standing next to his side of the booth, hugging yourself tighter.

"Can you take me home, Bradley? I don't want to be here anymore."

Bradley's opportunity to act smug had finally arrived. But he didn't do anything other than frown. Standing up from his booth, he threw a few bills onto the table before blocking everyone's view of you. He placed a comforting hand on your back, gently pressing you forward as he uttered quietly, "Of course I can, Liz."

You kept your head down as you stepped towards the door, but Bradley, so willing to help you without so much of an 'I told you so,' made whatever resolve you had, crumble. Your knees wobbled, and your heart dropped into your stomach. You fell, and Bradley's arm whipped out, gripping your hip and pulling you tight to his side to support your weight.

Burying your head into Bradley's shoulder, you hid your face. You didn't want to see the looks of everyone in the Hard Deck, whether pity, concern, or applause, as another wave of tears wrecked your body.

Closing your eyes seemed better than reliving the truth.

And because you kept them shut, you didn't see George place a hand on Jake's shoulder, preventing him from going after you. Nor did you see the look of devastation wreck his face; the weight of every wrong decision he had ever made coming back to haunt him.

Whether Jake turned on a dime to punch George square in the jaw, you heard none of it. You hadn't even bothered to turn back to look as Bradley carried you out the front door.

.... So... Who is going to pitchfork me first? 👀

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Deal with the Devil(s)

By Yadchi (I guess)

Electric Shock AU by @leefl00f

So basically Uzi asks Lizzy for a favor, and after some convincing, the queen bee accepts. Anything for her girlfriend, after all...

SFW tickle fic!

Word count: 2,127

Uzi was in a bad mood.

Granted, most days she was in a bad mood, what with getting older and stuff, but today she was particularly sour. And everyone was gonna know about (or be aware of) it, if it's the last thing on Copper-9 she did.

She'd refused to do any of her schoolwork, talked back to the teacher at every turn, and had chucked a dodgeball at Chad in gym class so hard he crashed into the wall. Even his friend Thad was impressed... which might've made Uzi blush a little.

At least now it was lunchtime, and the little rebel could get some real time to herself. She let her feet carry her to a desolate hallway, perfect, wide open space to let her mind wander.

Uzi settled down at the foot of a locker with a small sigh, finally able to just chill. Batteries were on the menu today in her lunchbox, and she was about to toss one in her mouth when something suddenly grazed her neck.

"Eeheheek! Wahahat the heheeck?!" She squeaked, fumbling for the mysterious little tickler as the battery bounced off her face. She pulled it off and was surprised to see Bit hadn't tagged along for the school day. It was PomPom.

"Hehey! What're you doing here, little dude?" Uzi chuckled.

Knowing that his tickles were well received, PomPom scurring around happily in his friend's hand as he was given a battery. He flashed a "TY <3" message at Uzi, whose facescreen glitched and flashed a ">:3" back.

"Having fun with that icky little pet of yours?" Someone standing over Uzi said.

"AGH! Bite me, Lizzy!" Uzi barked as she shot up and clenched her fist around PomPom. She was almost certain sometimes that Doll's girlfriend had the Solver too, with how easily she spooked her from time to time.

"Oh chillllll, you know my locker's right where you're snackin," Lizzy replied nonchalantly. She reached in for something, then looked back at Uzi, who was still eyeing her angrily.

"Not in the mood for your dumb teasing," the little drone pouted. She was just getting to feel a little better... only for Lizzy to screw it all up again.

"Sheesh, sardonic much?" Lizzy asked. "What's with the foul attitude?"

"And why would you care?"

"Dolly's your cousin, and she made it clear I can't treat you like garbage."

Uzi let out a small "hpmh" and sat back down, forcing her attention back on PomPom grooming his front legs in an attempt to ignore Lizzy. "Just bite me. Doll's the reason why I'm so upset," she said acidically.

"Seriously? Doll making you angry? That's far from a first," Lizzy said as she leaned against the locker. "What's so different about this time?"

"The fact she got away with it!" Uzi spat back. "She tickled me and teased me, and it was stupid, and I couldn't tickle her back! And I FRICKING LOST BECAUSE OF IT!"

A couple nights ago, Doll had challenged Uzi to a Mario Kart rematch to make up for Uzi cheating earlier, but the Russian drone had used the cheeky tactic employed on herself before; tickling Uzi to distract her while they were racing. She had then teleported back home right before Uzi tackled her.

Although it was a generalized rule that revenge would always occur between cousins, Uzi hadn't yet been able to get close enough to Doll and get her sweet revenge, making her typically snarky, mischievous attitude rot like an old piece of human food since then.

But that's when a little lightbulb went off in her head. The one that usually meant another one of her devious little ideas was forming, and a smirk would grow on her face.

"Hey, Lizzy," Uzi said with a gloat. "How would you-"

"Nope, this is between you and Doll," Lizzy interrupted bluntly as she turned away. Unfortunately, she didn't get far as Uzi activated [Translate] on the worker to immobilize her.

"Ohhhhh no you don't," Uzi deadpanned. "You're gonna help me get back at Doll because nothing can stop me."

"Oh, for robo-god's sake, Uzi..." Lizzy sighed as she struggled to break free (to no avail).

"Can't you give it a rest and NOT try to get revenge on her? Besides, what's in it for-"

"First of all, we're cousins, it's like siblings fighting, but you live in different houses," Uzi retorted. "Second off... I know how to make your hangout with your girlfriend betterrrrrr!"

Lizzy just blinked. Could she really trust this little weirdo to make her hangout (totally not date) more enjoyable? Frankly, not really, but she didn't have many other options.

"Go on..." she said dryly.

"Tell ya what," Uzi started to explain. "I'm gonna give you PomPom for the night. Cuddle with Doll for a bit, get really into an old human tv show or something... then let him scurry alllllll over Doll."

"And I get in return...?"

"The delightful giggling from your girlfriend."

"..."

"Ugh... and I'll wear one of the spare cheerleader outfits for the rest of the week."

"Hah!" Lizzy chuckled, satisfied. "Consider it done!"

Uzi's face lit up in pure excitement, foreseeing the absolute chaos that would unfold during their date. She released her Solver grip on Lizzy.

"Shake on it?" Uzi asked cheekily, holding out her hand. Lizzy reluctantly took her hand, relieved to see the little rebel didn't try to pull anything.

"Anything to see my girlfriend laugh," Lizzy smirked, but it melted off her face when she saw PomPom crawling on Uzi's shoulder. "But did your friend really have to be a roach...?"

"Yes, bite me," Uzi spat.

---------------

The timing could not be more perfect.

Doll came into Lizzy’s room, looking very down and somewhat filthy. She immediately went in for a hug from her popular girlfriend, something she rarely ever did.

"What's wrong, Dolly?" Lizzy asked calmly, stroking the Russian drone's stiff wig.

["Nothing..."] Doll mumbled. ["Got in a fight. Don't wanna talk about it."]

"Yeaaaah... it's ok, girlfriend," Lizzy replied brightly. "Now you have me, and we can just cuddle and be cute together!"

Doll nodded slowly. Lizzy was so good at comforting her that it was almost ridiculous. Her bright, loving disposition was simply infectious. The solver drone settled on the bed to be as close as possible, a moth drawn to her light. Her low mood was a thing of the past within minutes of turning on some human tv show from the 90s.

["This again?"] Doll muttered. ["We watched this last week..."]"Nah, pretty sure this is a..." Lizzy trailed off as she watched the intro. "Nope, never mind. It's the pilot again."

["I've never understood why they named that character 'remember'..."] Doll commented.

Lizzy hummed in reply, and 10 minutes in, she noticed Doll seemed to be very drawn into the show, to the point where she'd barely respond to a poke on the shoulder.

Operation "Revenge of the Giggles" was a go.

The blonde drone reached under her helmet and pulled out a small, wriggling mass that had been sleeping until now. She let PomPom hop off her hand and onto Doll’s head, doing a rather good job of holding in her mischievous snickering.

["What's so funny...?"] Doll asked after a solid minute.

"Ohhhhh, it's a little secret, Dolly." Lizzy replied. "And secrets are blackmail... well, until they get found out, anyway."

["Implying... Eeheheek! *hic* Whaahaht the hehehck?!"]

Lizzy simply smirked as she watched PomPom crawl around on Doll's stomach in excitement, making the solver drone curl up and cover her belly to lessen the tickles. The way Doll squealed with laughter made a wide grin spread on Lizzy’s face, just as wide as the one her girlfriend couldn't contain. It was that adorable.

"Oop! Looks like my secret's out!" Lizzy remarked mischievously.

["Lizzyyyhyhyhy! *hic* Hehehahaa!"] Doll stammered, her voice broken heavily with giggles. ["Geeheheht hihihm off meehehheee! *hic* Ehehhahaha!"]

"Hm, nah," Lizzy answered, leaning back and going on her phone. "I'm totally enjoying this more than I thought I would."

However, it wasn't long before PomPom hopped off of Doll's belly, seemingly uninterested in tickling her more. Doll rolled away to put some kind of distance between her and the bug, falling on the floor.

["Nehehever... do that to me again..."] Doll huffed, her voice still laced with giggles. ["Heeeehh... what're you looking at...?"]

"Uhm... Is PomPom supposed to be squeaking at a random wall?" Lizzy asked, watching the bug chirping at... nothing in particular.

Doll shrugged, then examined the wall as she stood. Perhaps there was a threat on the other side? PomPom sounded very... in distress, something Uzi mentioned that giggle bugs could practically smell danger throughout the whole bunker.

Then Doll spotted the vent. A small one, but it was big enough to let an infestation of bugs in and out. There were two tiny flickers of pink light. Then two more. And more. Lizzy had noticed it, too.

"Uhmm... Dolly...?" Lizzy spoke up hesitantly. "D-does PomPom have any... friends?"

["Dozens, why?"]

"...why DID UZI LIKE, NOT TELL ME?!"

[Yep, that checks out], Doll thought.

However, she didn't get a response out of her mouth before more giggling came first. She looked down and saw the giggle bugs already crawling up her legs.

["No no no, nohohoho!"] Doll squealed as she curled around her stomach again. ["Hehhahaha! *hic* Nohohot ahahahgain!"]

"Doll!" Lizzy exclaimed as she perched herself on the backboard of her bed. She wasn’t having it any easier. The bugs had never tickled her before, which meant a lovely new friend. She had managed to get away, but not for long. One of the bugs jumped onto her leg and started its ascension.

"ACK! EW!" Lizzy screeched shrilly. "Get off me-eheeheee! Eheheheheee! Stahahahahap!"

Doll had enough strength to pull her head up and saw Lizzy being swarmed. It was somewhat adorable, hearing the queen bee's goofy, bubbly laughter... too bad she didn't seem to be enjoying it.

["Hehehee! *hic* just leheheheet it haaaahahappen!"] Doll advised as best she could. ["They'll stahahahp eventuallyhyhhy!"]

"Whehehehen?!"

["I don't knohoohOHOHOHO! AAAAHAHHAA!"]

The unholy screaming that came from Doll just after she stopped laughing almost made Lizzy assume the devil had paid them a visit. The giggle bugs had started using the fuzzy fluffs on their feet and rubbed them on Doll's skin, unluckily on her death spot.

"Hehehehey!" Lizzy exclaimed at the bugs. "Leheheheve her ribs alohoohohne!"

Unfortunately, she didn't count on the bugs getting to her armpits, and she let out an unholy scream of her own.

"AAAAAAAHHAHAA! NOHOHOHOT THEEHHEEHRE!" Lizzy cackled, throwing her head back as the bugs skittered all over her. She was having such a bad time that digital tears of mirth welled up in her optics.

After what seemed like hours (in reality, it was around 7 minutes of on and off tickling), Lizzy finally got to catch a real breath as the bugs got off her body.

"Heeeeeh... hehehe... ok... that actually felt nice... heheh..." Lizzy panted. "D-doll?" ["Lizzyyyhyhyhy! Heheheheh... heheheehelp!"] Doll giggled weakly. She'd had it way worse and was way over her limit. Unfortunately, PomPom and his buddies hadn't gotten the message.

"Oh! Uh, uh..." Lizzy jumped and attempted to scare the bugs away. Given that she had the height advantage, it worked. "Shoo! Get off her! Leave her alone!"

Little by little, the giggle bugs scurried away from Doll and back into the vent, headed up by PomPom, who the worker drones had no doubt was satisfied in another job well done.

"You good, Dolly?" Lizzy asked as she helped Doll off the floor.

["I-I'll be fine..."] Doll stammered as she tried to regain her breath. ["*hic!* hff... hff...]

"Dear robo-god... I'm so sorry, girl!" Lizzy said as she pulled Doll into a hug. "If I'd known Uzi would sic this on us, I'd have never struck a deal!"

["Is ok... is ok..."] Doll replied quietly, patting her girlfriend's back. The two pulled away from each other, looking at one another up and down. Then Lizzy giggled.

"Wow. OMG," she said. "Those giggle bugs really did a number on ya! And in a good way."

Doll looked down at herself. There was no trace of dirt and filth from earlier anywhere. No wonder the giggle bugs went on her so hard.

["Ah, well..."] Doll trailed off awkwardly as she blushed. ["Heheh... they did."]

"Oh you, always being so modest," Lizzy chuckled. She leaned back on the bed. "C'mon. You need alllllll the r&r after that."

Doll nodded and laid down halfway on Lizzy, clinging softly to her as they resumed their show.

["Hey Lizzy...] Doll mumbled.

"Hm?"

["Wanna help me get revenge on Uzi tomorrow?"]

"Totes."

["Thanks... what'd I do to deserve you as a girlfriend...]

The end :]

Wow, it has been a HOT MINUTE since I published a tickle fic! I really gotta get back into this, it's so fun writing murder drones fluff. <3

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