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juminsmysticmc · 3 years ago

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Pregnancy Series - Part 6

Meeting the baby for the first time

⚠️ Sensitive content -> mention of: labor pain, blood, fluids ⚠️

Pregnancy Series: Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4.1 // Part 4.2 // Part 5

Last chapter! So, I hope you all enjoy this one! Feel free to tell me in the comments or send me a message ( even as anon if you want ! ) Soon new requests will be posted again...it was a nice time with the series....I will miss it, you too?

BTW! The request was that the baby doesn’t look like them despite being their baby!

jumin

Your husband stroked your head after the hard time you had giving birth to your first son.

Well, the labor itself didn’t really last long but you still had a hard time.

You were sleepy and at some point you had the feeling that you couldn’t even breathe, almost giving Jumin a heart attack.

But when the both of you finally heard your baby cry for the first time, you all relaxed.

,,IT’S A BOY!’’ the midwife announced happily, making Jumin cry as he praised you, proud to be finally able to call himself a father.

The nurses and medics around you guys got everything ready and you were carried into another room so that the maid could tidy up the room. Your baby was also weighed and checked up on.

Jumin was really happy that you guys decided to give birth at home. Of course, this was only possible because everything was alright with you and the baby.

,,So, meet your mommy and daddy,’’ the midwife whispered as she approached you, softly giving you your baby boy.

,,Oh,’’ you gasped, surprised by the beauty of your boy.

But your eyes quickly met Jumin’s.

,,Was your mom blonde?’’ you asked him.

He looked over to you. He was smiling and not even a bit concerned that the baby wasn’t looking like him at all.

Maybe it was even better that the baby was totally different.

Jumin shook his head.

,,Don’t worry, I can already feel the bond between us. I trust you,’’ he whispered and kissed his baby on his head softly since he was still so soft.

,,Wanna hold him too?’’ you whispered and waited for his response.

Jumin nodded excitedly, wanting to hold his own little baby in his arms.

Finally his wish came true.

Jumin held him and cradled him, just like a real father.

,,Mr Han,’’ Jahee softly called him. ,,I informed your father as well as the RFA and will take my leave to prepare everything in the company,’’ she whispered.

,,Jaehee,’’ you called your friend.

,,It’s impossible that the aunty goes without seeing the baby! Step in!’’ you called her.

Nervously, Jaehee stepped in and looked at what Jumin held between his arms.

,,He looks so handsome…’’ she gasped.

You chuckled as you laid back. ,,It’s our son after all,’’ you yawned and slowly fell asleep…

Three years later, you once again were pregnant. Your son by now was almost turning three.

He was blonde and had blue eyes. Apparently your mother’s family was blonde.

And even though no one could believe at first that this was Jumin’s son, as soon as they saw how he acted, they all knew that this was indeed a Han. The bloodline was still in the heir of C&R.

,,Father, I believe that the maid made a mistake with organizing my toys. I think we need someone better!’’ he whined, pulling his father.

Jumin took his son seriously, but of course he knew that his son was still three. What didn’t hold him back from making everything possible was his might.

Zen

You heard how Zen nagged at someone, but before you could try to concentrate on what he was saying, another wave of pain hit you, making you scream in pain.

,,I‘m here, baby, I‘m here,“ Zen whispered, holding your hand.

You turned around to him and smiled with the last of the strength you had.

,,I wanted to have a barbecue,“ you whined, making him chuckle.

,,As soon as you give birth, I will send them to get you food,“ he promised.

,,I can’t wait to eat kimchi,“ you laughed, breathing the pain away.

Zen smiled apologetically. ,,You can’t eat spicy food while you’re breastfeeding,“ he told you.

,,AHHHH!“ you hissed. He wasn’t sure if you screamed in pain or because you were angry that you still couldn’t eat spicy food, but whatever it was, he was scared.

,,It’s open by four centimeters. Soon we will be there,’’ the midwife smiled.

Well, that soon changed into an hour, two, three, and finally four hours.

,,You’re doing so well,’’ your boyfriend told you. By now you had to wear an oxygen mask because you couldn’t breathe.

,,Maybe we should do a C-’’ before the nurse could even end her speech, you moved your head, pressing Zen’s hand stronger as you pushed.

,,Mc!’’ he called you, holding onto you stronger.

You pushed and pushed. You sometimes had the feeling that air was missing, but you kept pushing until finally a cry was heard, making you collapse onto the bed.

,,MC?!’’ Zen whined, but the nurse next to you calmed him down as she checked your vitals.

,,It was hard. She will sleep for a few minutes, don’t worry,’’ she smiled.

Zen nodded and looked over to his baby. She had a little dark hair and also her skin was a bit darker than his, but she was still the most beautiful baby he had ever seen.

,,Would you like to cut the cord?’’ the midwife asked, explaining to him how to do it.

Just when he was about to take the baby, you weakly called him. ,,Hyun, let the mother hold her first!’’ you whined.

Zen smiled as he nodded, observing how the baby was placed in your arms.

,,Princess, hello,’’ you whispered, tearing up at her sight.

,,She is so… perfect,’’ you whispered.

Zen couldn’t help but kiss your head and his baby’s as he decided to go out to tell everyone the news.

Of course he saw how shocked they were, maybe because he was crying like an idiot, but as soon as he told them that your baby girl was beautiful, they all looked so happy.

,,Take her! Show us!’’ Jaehee hissed as she began to cry too.

A few seconds later he and the nurse stepped out, a pink bundle in his arms as he showed the RFA his newborn girl.

,,She doesn’t look like you. She must be happy,’’ Jumin teased Zen.

,,She looks even better,’’ he whispered.

,,I really thought that your DNA would be stronger,’’ Yoosung commented.

,,It’s okay, I don’t mind. She’s still mine,’’ Zen said and smiled. He already loved her so much…

A year later, you and the RFA finally could do what you missed last year - the korean barbeque.

And this time, a special guest had her appearance too.

,,Say, cheese!’’ Zen blabbered as you held your daughter in your arms, her long dress fit perfectly with the big birthday cake she had on her face, liking her little chubby fingers.

,,Say, Daddy come too!’’ you whispered, taking her hand and waving at Zen while Jumin tried to take not so blurry pictures of you…

Thank God Jaehee used her phone too...

Yoosung

,,Dr Kim! Finally! A dog was hit by a car and needs medical assistance immediately!“ a co-worker of Yoosung said as he cut the call.

He looked inside, seeing from the windows that a young girl sat on the floor, her dog in her arms, crying over a pet.

If he didn’t know about Rika‘s and Sally‘s death, he would believe that this was his cousin.

The young man hesitated, his phone still in his hand.

At a totally different place, you were trying to keep your breath in rhythm as your mother stroked your hair.

Half an hour passed ever since you finally arrived at the hospital with the ambulance you called, your‘s and Yoosung’s mother with you in the room.

It was a kind of stressful situation. Your mother was happy, but at the same time a bit disappointed that Yoosung was still missing and his mother, your in-law, was worried over her son as he still wasn‘t there.

It was his first born. He fought so hard for this son that there was no way he would miss this opportunity.

,,I‘m going to call him again,“ she said as she was about to open the door to your room as it suddenly opened by itself.

,,I‘m here,“ he said, out of breath.

,,Where- why did you take such a long time?“ you asked him, worried and annoyed at the same time.

,,I- I was almost fired because they didn’t seem to understand that I wasn’t running away from work, but on my way to support you,“ he gasped.

,,What did I miss?“ he asked you, as you smiled, telling him that he was just in time.

Again, a wave of pain hit you as you gasped and tried to breathe through the pain.

Yoosung was a good support, telling you sweet words, stroking you, everything went well.

Finally, you were ready to push and from then on everything took about five minutes.

Yoosung was there when his first born took its first breath, when she cried for the first time. Yoosung was there to cut the cord, he saw how the little, also bloody, human being

to wash the baby for the first time and give her to you, making her stop crying as soon as her skin met yours.

,,She’s so beautiful…’’ you whispered. The tears didn’t want to stop falling as you held her in your arms.

,,But she has blonde hair. You still can’t match her,’’ you chuckled.

Yoosung nodded. ,,She doesn’t look like me at all. Maybe that’s why she’s so beautiful?’’ he asked you.

You laughed as you heard your comment, but your eyes never left your baby's little body.

,,Daddy is handsome, right?’’ you whispered, stroking your newborn's arm.

A few moments later, the nurse asked if Yoosung would like to hold her and wash her, since you were in too much pain to do it, something he agreed to immediately.

With the nurse telling him what to do and how to do it, Yoosung gave his baby their first bath, slowly and softly and with so much love.

,,You need to be really careful with the head,’’ the doctor explained and also told him the reason.

After your baby was fresh, you were allowed to have it again and just when you felt your baby's warmth again, your mother and mother in law entered the room, crying over their first granddaughter.

,,You looked exactly like her, Mc!’’ your mother proudly said as Yoosung’s mother looked at the baby with lovely eyes. ,,I hope my next grandchildren will also not get a single DNA from your looks!’’ she teased him.

Jaehee

The car ride was a rather calm one. Luckily, you were a bit in pain, but nothing like in the movies where the women cry and groan in pain.

,,Everyone reacts differently,’’ Jaehee told you as she stroked your arm, proud of you for handling this pain.

,,We’re here,’’ Seven announced, stepping out of the car and opening the door for you to help you.

Just when you stood next to the door, both feet on the ground outside the car, you felt a fluid coming out, running down your legs and wetting the ground below you.

,,Shit, this almost landed in my car!’’ Seven gasped as Jaehee climbed out of the red car, seeing that your water just broke.

,,Oh my god, the baby will come soon, Seven. Please call a nurse and bring us a wheelchair!’’ she whined and helped you walk a bit as Seven began to run towards the entrance.

,,Are you still okay?’’ Jaehee asked you worriedly and helped you to keep moving.

You nodded. There was a sharp pain indeed, but you could still handle it.

All you wished for was a hospital bed because for sure you wouldn’t give birth on the street.

,,Please sit down here. A midwife is already on her way!’’ a nurse called and helped you to sit down on the chair, rolling you quickly towards the entrance, followed by Jaehee with her bag.

Indeed, you all really had to hurry. As soon as they helped you change and laid you down on a bed, the contractions began to hit you.

You felt the urge to push and you moaned in pain.

,,We can begin!’’ a midwife announced and looked at Jaehee. ,,She will give birth now!’’ she told her.

Jaehee got nervous and finally the time came.

Holding your hand, she nodded. ,,Mc, you can do this!’’ she encouraged you while you spread your legs apart, pushing and leaning forward to put pressure on your belly.

,,UGH!’’ you groaned and laid back, gasping for air.

,,Okay, another push!’’ the midwife said, the same game again, you groaned again when you felt something slowly coming out.

,,I can see the head! Keep pushing!’’ she laughed.

Jaehee looked over to the midwife. She could also see the top of the baby, feeling more excited when the baby moved again.

,,The last push!’’ the midwife called and you did what she said.

Falling back, you gasped for air as the room was filled with a loud baby's cry.

Immediately, they handed you the baby boy, where you put your arms around him, holding him.

,,Oh gosh, he is so tiny!’’ you whined and looked at him.

Jaehee was also sobbing by now. ,,I’m so sorry that he looks nothing like you, but I am so thankful that you are here. He is your son too,’’ you told her.

Her lips were pressed together as she nodded.

,,Our son,’’ she whimpered.

A few days later, the three of you were finally ready to go home. Jaehee was carrying the baby in her arms and buckled him good in the back seat of the taxi as you slowly got in yourself.

,,Let’s go home,’’ you whispered to Jaehee, holding her hand.

,,Let’s go,’’ she said as she took yours, smiling.

Saeyoung

The red haired man didn’t come much later than you to the hospital room and was quickly by your side as your belly was connected to some tubes and wires.

They were monitoring the baby. Saeyoung knew that they weren’t there because something was wrong or bad, but still, it kind of scared him to see it all.

,,How are you?’’ he asked you while you had your eyes closed, opening them a bit to look at him.

,,Good, now that you’re here,’’ you whispered and squeezed his hand with your fingers, making him endure the pain.

,,Sorry,’’ you groaned when it got better, making him shake his head.

,,You are enduring much more than I am, so feel free to squeeze my hand,’’ he told you and stroked your head.

Suddenly, the machine made some beeping sounds, making him shriek and look at it, not understanding what was happening.

,,Move aside!’’ a nurse called as she entered, followed by your midwife and a doctor.

Saeyoung was quickly pulled aside as they told you something.

He was so overwhelmed by all his feelings that he forgot to listen to them.

He just somehow came back to life when he heard you cry and scream.

,,Once more!’’ the nurse said loudly and made you exclaim some words he didn’t get while you were pushing.

Saeyoung watched the whole scenario as you were pushing a little, brown haired baby out of you, covered in blood.

He began to sob when he realized that it was his daughter you just gave birth to.

,,The first girl is here!’’ the nurse happily laughed.

Saeyoung just focused on the baby and saw how she carried the crying baby away.

When his eyes couldn’t follow the nurse with his daughter anymore, Saeyoung focused on you again, seeing that you were still pushing and giving your best.

He also noticed that by now, some of your fears had come true. He had to press his lips together to not laugh and to not make you feel bad, but even though you were giving birth to a second girl, you saw him and seemed to understand his thoughts.

,,CHOI SAEYOUNG! ONE WORD TO ANYONE ABOUT ME POOPING AND I WILL KILL YOU!’’ you screamed and finally, a second scream filled the room.

,,There’s no need for me to do that! You did that yourself,’’ he laughed and came to you, kissing your nose.

The first baby finally came back and was immediately brought into your arms, followed quickly by the second twin.

,,Both are brown haired. I can’t say Tomato Girls anymore,’’ Saeyoung whined as he observed them.

,,Nope, you can’t tease my girls indeed,’’ you chuckled.

,,They totally don’t look like Saeyoung, I’m happy,’’ Jaehee commented in the chatroom when Saeyoung posted a picture Saeran took holding his babies.

,,I am too,’’ Saeran commented, teasing his brother.

,,They look just like Mc,’’ Yoosung said, but Saeyoung put his phone aside since right now his top priority was to observe his three ladies sleeping. ,,I know that you three are all mine, so I don’t care about your looks,’’ he mumbled and enjoyed the sight of his family.

Saeran

And so, as soon as you cut the call, you dialed the ambulance’s number, hoping that they would be there just in time to help you.

You were happy that you were finally giving birth, but on the other side, you were more than scared.

You knew that twins arrived earlier, but as a mother, you still were concerned.

Unable to think of anything else, you felt as if you drowned into your fears until the door rang, showing you that help was already there.

,,I honestly didn’t think that this would hurt so much,’’ you whined as Saeran was next to you. You knew that he had to keep himself together to not cry with you as you endured the pain.

Saeran looked down to your trembling hand as he sighed.

Hours passed and the pain just increased. Saeran was now massaging your temples and cleaning your sweat.

Suddenly, a loud sound made him turn around and look back to you, noticing that you were really pale.

,,Mc?’’ he called you, making you look at him.

,,It hurts,’’ you gulped and closed your eyes, hoping that it would get better.

,,No use, we need a C-Section!’’ someone said and roughly pushed Saeran away.

He couldn’t follow the medical words as you were suddenly brought away from him.

,,Wait, MC!’’ he tried to run after you, being held back by a nurse who was trying to calm him down.

More hours passed and Saeran was left alone in the big room, waiting for you and some news of you and his boys.

,,I can’t believe that three years passed so quickly already,’’ you laughed as you kissed one of your son’s heads, watching them eat their breakfast.

,,I know, back then those hours I was waiting for you were the worst. I’m happy that they could help you and at least stop the pain for a bit,’’ Saeran sighed as he thought back to that time when the nurse came up to him with one of the babies.

,,At first I thought it was a joke when the nurse told me you didn’t want to hold him!’’ you chuckled.

Saeran blushed.

,,He… first of all she just brought me one baby! I couldn’t have known that the other boy was too weak to see his daddy,’’ Saeran said, not so loud and observed his second son who apparently was too weak that day.

,,Our Haru was still too weak while Haneul was eager to see daddy,’’ you said, smiling.

,,Besides, I expected them to be red haired. He didn’t look like me at all. I thought she mistook the baby!’’ Saeran defended himself.

Maybe the next baby will have your looks,’’ you said, patting your belly and observing your sons making a mess on the table.

Jihyun

You were breathing heavily after the third push as nothing seemed to move forward.

The doctor kept telling you that you were doing great, but you didn’t trust him at all.

You felt impatient, nervous, frustrated, and in pain.

Jihyun seemed to feel that you were unhappy with the situation and kept stroking your head and patting your arm, encouraging you.

,,I love you so much,’’ he whispered.

Suddenly the doctor said something that gave you new hope. ,,I see the head, come on, we will be finished soon!’’ he smiled and gave you another push of strength as you finally let go of the tension.

You were just enjoying the cries of your baby. Finally, you could meet the little baby you were carrying for so long under your heart.

The baby was placed on your chest and immediately stopped crying, making you tear up.

So this was the connection between a mother and her child? You asked yourself.

You looked over to Jihyun who, too, was crying, enjoying the sight of the both of you.

He was probably implanting the sight of the both of you in his head.

Later on, Lucy too was allowed to visit you and her little sibling.

,,But he doesn’t look like daddy at all!’’ the little girl exclaimed, making you laugh.

Well, she was right.

But you all knew that this was for sure Jihyun’s baby, even though no one would say so.

Days passed and finally you guys were allowed to go home, something that made you more than happy. Sleeping, or at least laying in your own bed, made you feel much better than you thought.

,,Is he asleep?’’ Jihyun asked you when you stepped out of the room. It was three pm and you were honestly also ready for a little nap.

Laying your head on his shoulder, you nodded in response and felt his warm hands on your back.

,,Lucy must feel neglected,’’ you whined, feelings overwhelming you since you noticed that these days you didn’t do much. It was either sleeping, eating, or taking care of the baby.

,,No, she is such a caring child and understands, don’t worry. I am with her,’’ Jihyun tried to calm you.

,,Actually, while you and the baby were sleeping, she helped me with something. Come with me,’’ Jihyun whispered and led you to his working room, making you gasp.

,,It seems as if someone took a picture of us,’’ you gasped, again in tears as you saw the moment you held your son for the first time in your arms from the view of someone behind you.

He also managed to insert Lucy into the portrait as if she was there in that one, special moment.

,,She really helped you?’’ you asked him again and couldn’t believe what your eyes were observing.

,,I indeed have the best family,’’ you sobbed as Jihyun hugged you firmly.

Vanderwood

,,Are we all sure that this isn’t a false alarm?’’ Saeyoung asked loudly so that even you, in your room, where you were currently being examined, heard him.

By now you were somehow nervous, agitated.

You glared at Vanderwood who seemed to understand.

As soon as the doctor told you that you were doing well and that you didn’t even need an epidural, Vanderwood went out of the room for a short moment to tell Saeyoung to ,,Either shut the heck up or go and buy your bed on your own!’’ making you feel kind of bad afterwards, but you just needed it.

,,I’m honestly so happy that you aren’t in pain,’’ Vanderwood said when he returned. It was amazing how quickly he could change his mood.

You smiled at him and took his hand.

,,It’s a bit painful, but not that bad. I’m managing,’’ you smiled and looked down to your belly.

Soon you would be able to hold your girl.

,,Three more centimeters are missing,’’ Vanderwood whispered and put his head on yours, smiling as you closed your eyes to feel the warmth your body was sending you.

Time quickly passed and you were finally able to push.

You were rather quick and everyone in the room was positively surprised.

You didn’t scream or cry like most women, you just pushed and gave birth to your sunshine.

The midwife quickly took the baby while you and Vanderwood heard her cry and all your fears of any possible complications vanished.

,,The father can cut the cord if he wishes,’’ the nurse said and of course, Vanderwood didn’t wait and did what he was told, already tearing up.

The baby was quickly put in your arms where you could finally take a good look at her.

You chuckled when you saw her. ,,She is yours, I swear,’’ you told him as you looked at Vanderwood.

,,I know. I feel it even though she doesn’t look like me at all,’’ he smiled.

,,You know, she will probably only have my looks and be totally you with your characteristics,’’ you told him.

After a while, you decided that Vanderwood, too, had the right to have his baby in his arms and while he did so, holding that little miracle in his arms, you decided to take a hidden picture of him and his little girl. The first picture.

,,Why are you crying? Are you in pain?’’ Vanderwood asked you when he looked at you again.

,,No,’’ you sobbed. ,,It’s just that… you again look like a handsome man and… with the baby you look even better and I… I look like shit!’’ you hiccuped.

Vanderwood chuckled when he heard your words and handed you the baby. ,,You look like this baby. You’re still saying shit?’’ he asked you, calming you down.

The day was pretty emotional for you, which was a reason why Vanderwood decided to send the boys, who were waiting for you guys, home after greeting you shortly, to a shop for a bed for the whining grown up man while he could enjoy time with his own little family.

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alj4890 · 3 years ago

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Hey there. Can you write a story where Liam would be shot instead of drake... Pweety please

I hate it that anyone has to be shot but let's see what I can do with the end of TRR Book 2. (Honestly, I wish it had been the chosen love interest to save Riley just for the drama, LOL). Sorry it took so long for this drabble, nonny. Sickness and all kept interrupting my writing.

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And Time Stopped

It had been one of the first balls Liam had ever truly enjoyed. After the hellish tour with Madeleine as his fiancee and discovering that his father was behind nearly destroying his chance to be with Riley, he felt like he could actually enjoy the life of a king.

He smiled warmly at Riley surrounded by their closest friends. He didn't know how he could have made it without each one of them. Those four had given him everything he had ever wanted. They used all their talent, their time, to help him achieve his happily ever after.

They had become his family.

His heart beat faster when Riley blew him a kiss. The plans he had for the two of them now that they were engaged filled him with such excitement. Such contentment. For once, his life was finally all he had hoped it could be.

As he lifted his champagne flute in a toast to the love of his life, his world began to fall apart.

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Chaos erupted in the darkness. Screams rent the air while the sounds of gunshots rang out. When the lights came back on, Liam tried to comprehend what was going on.

His guards were rushing around, trying to make their way to him and his parents.

"Protect Riley!" He ordered.

Ducking from a masked man's attack, Liam's years of self defense kicked in. Muscle memory took over and allowed him to focus on the safety of those around him.

His nobles were trying to escape. Many were knocking others over in their haste while fighting off the attackers. Some were losing their battle.

Riley stood alone a few feet away as if frozen. Somehow during the melee she had become separated from their friends. Her eyes were wide as she saw Liam being attacked. She seemed to shake herself out of her fear and took a few steps forward to try and help him.

Another masked man stepped between them and lifted a pistol.

The world slowed around Liam when he saw who was in the attacker's sights. His guards took over fighting the men that he had been wrestling with. He wrenched free of Bastien's grip and did the only thing he could.

He dove into Riley.

Two shots exploded at the same time. While the couple crashed to the floor, the shooter crumbled in a lifeless heap. Bastien had killed him.

"Liam!" She cried, touching his face. "Are you hurt?"

He breathed through the pain now spreading through his body. His own concern for her was stronger than the agonizing sensation in his back as he lifted up off of her.

"Were you hit?" He asked, eyes scanning her for any possible wound.

"I'm fine." Tears filled her eyes as she wrapped her arms around him.

Liam sucked in a painful gasp when her hand brushed his back.

Riley stilled at the warm blood she felt coating her fingers.

"No!" She cried out. "No. No. No."

She scrambled out from under him.

"Bastien!" She screamed when she saw the blood saturating Liam's blue coat.

The guard rushed over and attempted to see where the wound was.

"It's to the right." Liam struggled to say.

The rush of adrenaline that had flooded his body to save his love was gone, leaving him light headed.

He turned to see Riley ripping the bottom half of her gold dress. She balled up the material and pressed it to his back.

Bastien called for an ambulance while she tried to stop the bleeding.

"Riley?" Liam said softly.

She leaned down closer to hear him better.

He hated seeing the tears falling from her lovely eyes.

"You're going to be okay." Her voice trembled. "We'll get you to the hospital and--"

"My love." He tried to smile at her. "All that matters is that you're safe."

She pressed a tender kiss to his cheek. "I am thanks to you." Her breath hitched as she fought back her panic over his bleeding. "I love you so much, Liam."

"I love you too." His eyes drooped closed.

A deep darkness began to engulf him.

"Please, stay with me." She whimpered. "Please. I can't lose you now that we finally get to be together. Please, live for me."

He wanted to. He wanted to tell her that he would do all he could to live the life he dreamed of. He wanted to wrap her in his arms and protect her from everything that brought her sorrow and pain.

He simply didn't have the strength to reassure her.

Her pleas faded into nothingness as he succumbed to the darkness.

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A steady beep was the first sound he heard.

A few voices murmured then quieted.

Liam cracked his eyes open. The hospital room he was in had only one light on. He first noticed Bastien and a few more guards by the door and windows.

He next saw Drake sitting in a chair, bent forward with his head in his hands. Maxwell was nervously pacing. Hana stood by a window looking out at the sun rising.

And then he saw his Riley.

She was still in her torn gold gown. Her elegant up do was mussed and falling form it's pins. Dried tear paths lined her cheeks. Her eyes were swollen from all the crying she must have done.

She had pulled a chair up to his bed and was holding his hand. Her thumb brushed over his knuckles every so often as she watched his heartbeat on the heart monitor.

Her eyes darted to his face when she felt his fingers move to intertwine with hers.

"Liam?" She smiled at seeing his bright blue eyes once more. "Liam!"

Their other friends jerked up when they heard her say his name.

He weakly squeezed her hand. "Hello, my love."

As everyone exclaimed around him, he knew that the individuals in his room would once more help him get through this next trial he was about to face.

And he couldn't be more thankful he had every single one of them.

#liam x riley #choices the royal romance #choices the stories you play #trr liam #trr riley #choices trr

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scones-and-texting-and-murder · 3 years ago

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Bookends

(This story was originally written for and published in the DeanCas Anthology back in 2018. )

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Cas pulls as close to the door as he can, checking the rearview mirror to make sure he isn’t blocking traffic as he waits for Dean to get out of the car. Before heading inside, Dean ducks his head back in to smile at him. “I’ll get us some coffee.”

Instead of driving away, Cas stays there, watching until Dean pulls open the diner door. Leaning heavily on his cane, he shuffles more than walks, his bow-legged gait made stiff by the arthritis that wracks his joints. Cas waits until he’s safely inside, then pulls past the open handicapped space Dean stubbornly refuses to use, and finds an empty parking spot.

Cas’s car is boxy and utilitarian, and Dean often proclaims that he wouldn’t be caught dead behind the wheel of something so ugly. Cas plays along because giving up driving had been Dean’s toughest concession to age, but as his vision deteriorated and his reflexes slowed, it had become an unavoidable sacrifice. With replacement parts for the Impala harder and harder to come by, Dean had finally agreed to keep her stored safely away in their garage. Cas knew it pained him to see her shrouded under a tarp, her motor idle and useless, but Dean would rather enshrine her in pristine condition than risk one more run-in with a light pole or curb.

With his ugly car parked, Cas crosses the lot to join Dean inside. While he’s aged as well, aged to the point that nobody questions the two of them together, he’s been spared many of the maladies that Dean’s combat-wrecked body has endured, and he moves with relative ease. The best they can figure is that the grace he’d had on and off over the years left his body with a certain resilience to the passage of time. Cas can’t cure Dean as he once could, can’t ease the aches or slow the aging process, but he can use his own comparatively good health and mobility to take care of him.

Inside, Cas navigates past the hostess stand to find Dean at their usual booth, chatting with their usual waitress. The two of them go to this diner religiously each Sunday morning, where the pews are scuffed burgundy vinyl booths and the altar is the breakfast buffet with the generous senior discount. As always, Dean has maneuvered himself across the bench seat to make room for Cas to sit beside him. His cane rests against the wall in easy reach, the simple carved wooden handle belying the fact that the base unscrews to reveal a bayonet-like tip. It’s never been wielded as a weapon (although Dean uses it, still sheathed, to poke at aggressive pigeons who muscle in around their favorite park bench), but that potential made it “badass” enough to overcome Dean’s resistance to using it.

To Sam’s everlasting chagrin, Dean has kept all of his hair, and it’s turned a stunning silver. The crinkles around his eyes have deepened, meeting the roadmap of lines that cross his face. His shoulders are stooped, his joints are stiff, and Cas thinks he’s never been more beautiful. After so many seemingly certain ends, so many years assuming Dean would die young and bloodied, the fact that he’s living out a full, lengthy life is an unparallelled blessing. Cas marvels at the gift of days that have unfolded into decades, granting them time he never dreamed they’d have together here on earth.

As Cas settles into the booth, he smiles and greets their waitress.

“Two for the buffet?” she confirms as she pours their coffee. Cas doesn’t even have to check to know that she’ll leave Dean’s at a little more than half-full so he can lift it without the tremor in his hands sloshing it over the brim.

They drink their coffee quietly, simply enjoying the ritual of being here. Dean peers at the laminated card that lists the specials, even though he never orders off the menu.

“Shall I?” When Dean nods, Cas gets to his feet. “Any requests?”

“You know what I like,” Dean says, leaning over to swat at Cas’s butt.

Picking up two plates from the warmer, Cas slides them along the metal counter, filling them in tandem as he traverses the buffet. Pancakes are too difficult for Dean to get on a fork, but the crisp waffles are good. Bacon he can pick up and eat, and Cas uses the tongs to place precisely two strips on his plate. If Dean wants more, he can get up and get it himself.

Dean can argue with Cas’s choices, but they’d had a hell of a scare a few years back. Cas will never forget the look on Dean’s face when their phone rang in the middle of the night, alerting them that Sam had been taken to the hospital in an ambulance. They’d rushed there themselves, Cas driving in silence, knowing that nothing short of seeing Sam with his own two eyes could reassure Dean. Thankfully, it had been a mild heart attack and, after spending a few days in the hospital, the discharge plan called for cardiac rehab and an appointment with a nutritionist. With Sam’s release imminent, Dean had relaxed enough to crow at the irony. “Don’t either of you try to tell me what to eat ever again. Mr. Organic Produce is the one lying in the hospital bed while my pork-rind-fueled ticker is going strong.”

Still pale, Sam’s brow furrowed with resignation. “I’m beginning to think you can’t die.”

Dean jabbed a finger in his direction. “You don’t get to go first. We have a deal.”

“Yes, sir.” Sam lifted the hand without the IV in a mock salute.

“That’s more like it,” Dean said. “Speaking of which, I need a snack.”

Cas helped him up and they walked to the elevator that would take them to the cafeteria. As they waited for it to arrive, Dean pulled Cas into a hug. Cas left a hand on his shoulder when they stepped apart again. “All right?”

Dean nodded, his green eyes shining with tears. “I’m glad you’re here.” Cas started to respond, to remind him that there was nowhere else he would be, but Dean cut him off. “I know you know. But I wanted to say it anyhow.”

Cas noticed a change after that. Dean was still the same stubborn mule Cas had fallen in love with, but he gradually became more willing to let Cas help. And somehow, Cas loved him even more for it. He loved seeing the slow-blossoming acceptance that came when Dean stopped seeing Cas’s help as a sign of weakness.

Now, standing in front of the steaming trays of food, Cas considers what else to add to their plates. He bypasses the cauldron of oatmeal (they eat that at home most mornings) and continues along the buffet. There’s a tremendous satisfaction in being allowed to care for this man who has done so much for so many and asked for so little in return. In fact, Dean has now embraced this new role so fully—no longer questioning what he deserves, or grudgingly accepting help, but full-on enjoyment of being doted on—that Cas has to be careful he doesn’t get lazy. There’s nothing Cas would rather do than settle Dean in front of a sunny window, snug in the recliner for Cas to wait on like a pampered cat, but he knows that sort of inactivity would do Dean’s joints and his heart no favors. So he watches Dean’s diet and insists on them taking slow walks after breakfast when his energy is highest.

Their neighborhood is a mix of young and old and everyone knows the two Mr. Winchesters who circle the block on days when the weather permits. The kids on bikes and scooters know to give them a wide berth, their parents warning them that the old men need the entire sidewalk, but they call out their hellos as they go by. They’re friendly with everyone except the woman who lives on the corner. Dean is convinced she’s a demon, but Cas suspects his distrust of her stems more from the fact that she seems immune to his charm. (Whatever the reason, he’s had to talk Dean out of chalking a devil’s trap inside her mailbox more than once.) They chat with their neighbors about the weather and the score of last night’s ballgame, and it’s so painfully normal that Cas sometimes feels his throat tighten up at the wonder of it all.

When Cas returns to their booth, Dean examines his plate. “They outta bacon?”

Cas cuts the waffle into manageable pieces and peels the wrapper from the muffin before sliding Dean’s plate over. “You know the deal.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean says. “You just like to look at my ass when I get up.”

They eat in congenial silence with Dean methodically working his way around his plate, eating everything heartily, even the fruit. Sitting next to him, Cas can easily scoop up any bites that miss his mouth, plucking them from Dean’s lap or his shirt.

“You two good?” The waitress asks when she comes to refill their coffees. “Need anything?”

Dean swallows the bite of muffin he’s working on, and rests his hand on top of Cas’s. “I’ve got everything I need right here. An actual angel, this one.”

She nods agreeably. “I can almost see his halo.”

Cas has learned that an old man can say just about anything and receive an indulgent smile in return. When Dean references angels or demons or the apocalypse, people assume he’s speaking in metaphor and they’ll nod pleasantly. Sometimes he’ll do it purely for effect, telling rambling tales from their past for the sheer enjoyment of being able to speak openly. He can’t always keep the details straight, but Cas is there to remind him. Some days, though, he seems to lose where he is in time, and there’s nothing Cas can do for that. Cas has taken to keeping a watchful eye on him in the late afternoons when he likes to doze on the couch with their one-eyed black cat curled up on his chest. Cas stays close in case he wakes from his nap agitated, calling for Cas, wanting to know where Sam is. Cas helps him to sit up as the cat springs down and scurries away.

“Don’t go,” he says again and again, and Cas takes him in his arms, assuring Dean that he’s here and reminding him that Sam is safe at his own home. He holds him until Dean shakily dismisses it all as just a bad dream.

The unfairness of it overwhelms Cas, and each time he’s left filled with wrath. These final years should be spent in well-earned peace, but instead Dean seems cursed with reliving his most frightening memories, traumatized anew by old, familiar fears. If Dean’s mind is destined to slip, why can’t it be toward blissful forgetting? What Dean has endured goes beyond what any human should; to ask him to bear it again is nothing short of cruel. But it’s a torture chamber created in his own mind, and all Cas can do is sit helplessly by, doing his best to ground Dean and bring him back to the present.

Cas looks at Dean’s empty plate. “Did you want to get some more?”

“Nah.” He’s full and happy and it’s time for their walk.

The waitress arrives to clear their plates. As he does every week, Dean asks if she needs to see his ID for the senior discount. As she does every week, she pretends to consider it before leaving the check. “You boys take your time.”

“Tip her well,” Dean says, leaning in to supervise Cas as he signs the bill.

“I always do,” Cas assures him.

When they’re ready to leave, Cas stands next to the banquette, waiting for Dean to retrieve his cane and slide himself to the edge. Using a combination of the cane and Cas’s extended arm, Dean hoists himself upright, groaning a little. Cas keeps a firm hold on him until he’s steady on his feet. Dean still dresses in layers, but these days it’s because he gets chilled easily. He favors heavy knit cardigans and as long as Cas gets the zipper started for him he can tug it up or down as needed. Cas checks him for crumbs then together they walk through the other tables crowded with families. They continue by the hostess station where a woman is wiping down menus. “See you next week,” she calls as they pass.

Cas steps forward to push open the door, and stands holding it. “Watch your step,” he says as he always does, pointing toward the raised metal threshold of the doorway.

Using his cane to steady himself, Dean shuffles his way over it, then stops to lay his hand on Cas’s cheek. His knuckles are gnarled, the skin of his palm is dry and warm, and Cas feels the same flare of awe go through him as he has since the moment he first found this glorious soul in the depths of hell.

“I am the luckiest man who has ever lived,” Dean says.

Cas kisses his palm, then takes his arm to help him on his way.

#deancas #destiel #my writing #growing old together #this came well before the finale #but it feels like a fix it fic nonetheless

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rachaelswrites · 4 years ago

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Green Light, Red Light

Spencer Reid x daughter!reader

Based on Criminal Minds Season 12 Episodes 21 and 22 “Green Light” and “Red Light”

Word Count: 1,796

Warnings: kidnapping, gun violence

A/n: Part of the Episode series (also was a request)

You were used to seeing Cassie in the mornings, but today she wasn’t there. There was another girl, but she looked too young to be a nurse.

“Where’s Cassie?” you asked. Your gut told you something was wrong and your dad always said to trust your gut.

“Cassie isn’t here today,” the nurse said, “I’m Carol,” she stuck her hand out for you to shake but you declined.

“I’m sorry about her. She’s so much like her father,” Diana said, resting her hand on your shoulder.

Carol bent down in front of you, “Speaking of your dad, I’m taking you two to visit him today. Would you like that?” she was talking to you like a child. You were technically a child, being only twelve but you were a lot smarter than kids your age.

You shook your head, “No. JJ or Emily always take me.”

“Don’t be silly Y/n,” Diana said, “Let’s go see Spencer.”

You had no choice but to comply. Maybe this could be your way to warn your dad about what was happening. On the bus ride to the prison you sat in between Carol and your grandmother.

“Come on Y/n, smile a little. We’re seeing your dad today,” Carol was trying to get you to trust her, but you were too smart.

“I don’t care,” you moved seats away from her, “I don’t like you,” you said under your breath. The lady you were now sitting next to you heard what you said and laughed a little.

You noticed as you were walking down the hallways to the visiting room, Carol acting strange. She would walk on different sides of the hallways and look down at certain times. You knew there was something up.

You got to visit Spencer first. You were sitting in a chair and your dad was pushed inside. He didn’t look like himself, he looked like he hadn’t slept in days, “Dad!” you reached out to hug him but he stopped you.

“We can’t touch,” he nodded over to the guard watching you two, “I’m sorry,” he sat down on the chair across from you, “What’s wrong? You look upset?”

“I mean my dad is in prison so, sorry if I’m upset about that.”

“Besides that. Tell me if I can do anything.”

You sighed, “I don't know. Something just feels off about the nurse.”

Spencer raised his eyebrows, “I thought you liked her?”

“I’ve never met her before dad.”

Spencer leaned forward towards you. He had done some reading about kids acting up when something happened with their parents but this was something else, “Stop messing around Y/n,” he said seriously, “If something's going on, tell me.”

“I just did! I don’t know any Carols,” you didn’t understand why he was getting mad at you.

“Who’s Carol?”

“Cassie’s replacement? Carol said you hired her?” you knew for sure there was something wrong now, based on the look on your dad’s face.

“Y/n, I didn’t hire anyone besides Cassie.” Spencer was now confused himself. What were you talking about?

“But-” you were interrupted by the door opening and Carol walked in.

“Come on Y/n, we have to go now,” she said, reaching her hand out for you.

Spencer grabbed onto you tightly, ignoring the no touching rule, “Y/n, no.”

“Dad?”

“Spencer I’m sorry but I have to get her back now. She has school tomorrow. I wish you could have more time,” Carol faked her sympathy. She knew Spencer would recognize her. This was her way of throwing him off.

“She’s not leaving with you,” he turned to the guard, “I need Emily and my lawyer here. My daughter isn’t going back with her,” he was still holding onto you, “She’s not leaving here.”

“Back off inmate,” the guard said, pulling you away from him. He gently shoved you to the door and into Carol’s arms. She tried to wrap her arms around you but you pushed her off.

“I want to stay!” you yelled but the door was already closed in your face. Carol grabbed you and started walking towards the exit. Diana was nowhere to be found. You heard your dad yelling for you but there was nothing you could do. Surprisingly Carol was a lot stronger than you and it was hard to get her hands off.

“Diana said you were a good kid. I guess she was wrong.” she sneered.

“You’re not who you say you are. Why didn’t my dad want me with you?”

She laughed, “I’ll tell you later. We have someplace to be.”

~~~~~

Carol told you her real name was Lindsey and your dad worked a case that she was a part of. Lindsey had taken you and Diana captive. She put Diana in the truck of the car and put you in the passenger seat, “If anyone asks, I’m your babysitter. If you yell for help, I’ll kill her,” she gestured toward the trunk of the car as she got out at the gas station.

“Can I get some air? I get car sick.”

“Sure. Just stay by the car.”

You knew the team would realize you were kidnapped and would put out an AMBER alert on you, hopefully someone would recognize you. Lindsey had dyed her hair and cut yours. There was another person filling up his car. He smiled at you and then at Lindsey. You heard the AMBER alert go off on the guys phone and on Lindsey's. She checked it and whipped her head up to you, “Get in the car. Now!” she hissed.

You did as she told you and climbed back into the passenger's seat.

“I think I see the people you’re looking for,” the guy had called the cops and was reporting you two, “Their hair is different but I’m pretty sure it’s them. I’m at a gas sta-” before he could finish, Lindsey shot him.

You jumped back out of the car, “Why did you do that?”

“Are you really that stupid? Get back in the car,” she pointed the gun at you and shot. It just grazed your arm. Enough to scare you and make you bleed, “Put pressure on it. I need you alive.”

You scrambled back into the car and found some napkins to cover the wound. Her phone rang and she answered. Her gaze kept shifting from you to the trunk. She opened the driver’s side and shoved the phone at you, “Speak.”

“Hello?” your voice was shaky.

“Y/n? Is that you? Are you ok?”

“Dad! Please help me.”

Lindsey took the phone back, “She’s alive,” she hung up and got back in the car, grabbing gasoline. She poured it around the car and opened the trunk. She yanked Diana out and shoved her into the guy’s truck. She walked around to your door and did the same. She then set the gas station and drove off, leaving the building burning behind you.

Once at your new location, you were met by another man. He grabbed you, while Lindsey had Diana.

“I thought they weren’t supposed to be harmed,” the man said, motioning to the napkins that were placed on your arm.

“She’s a brat and needed to be shut up,” she replied

“And you’re a bitch.” you responded.

The man laughed but Lindsey grabbed you roughly by your hair, “Keep talking like that and I’ll make sure you die slowly,” she let you go and shoved you forward, making you fall.

“If your intention was to not hurt me, you’re doing an awful job,” you stood up and brushed yourself off.

They led you into the cabin and tied you and Diana up in one of the bedrooms.

“Y/n, you look awful,” she wasn’t in one of her clear head moments so she didn’t really understand what was happening.

“Well, being kidnapped that happens.” you said blatantly. Not really thinking about softening the blow.

Diana’s eyes grew in shock, “We’re kidnapped? How’d we get here? Where’s Spencer, is he coming?”

You shrugged. You could tell the injury in your arm was getting to you, because you were growing tired, “I’m sure the team’s working on it. They’ll get here,” you slurred. You heard Diana try to tell you something but you lost consciousness.

You weren’t sure how long you were out but you remember being woken up by someone shaking you and calling for a medic. You opened your eyes groggily and saw a familiar face, “Emily?” you tried to move but you were still bound to the chair.

“Oh Y/n, let’s get you out of here,” she helped Rossi untie you and helped you stand up, “Can you walk?”

You shook your head and she carefully lifted you into her arms, “Is my dad here?”

“He’s at Quantico. He’s been worried about you,” everyone was worried about you. There was no way Spencer would be able to handle losing either you or his mother.

“I was so scared. I didn’t know what to do,”

She set you on one of the gurneys that the medics had brought out, “You did everything right. Spencer would be proud,” she lifted your head up with her hands, getting a good look at your injuries, “They really did a number on you huh?”

You nodded and laid back on the gurney, “Can I see him soon?”

“Yeah. The medics just need to check you out,” she followed as the medics wheeled you into the ambulance, “I’ll stay with you if you want,”

You nodded again and she stepped into the back, sitting next to you.

Your injuries weren’t bad so they were able to patch you up in the ambulance. Emily was with you in the elevator. Diana was cleared before you so she got back sooner.

“Excited much?” Emily teased since you were bouncing up and down on your heels.

“Sorry. It’s just been so long since I saw him as a normal person,” you explained. Emily placed her hand on your shoulder as the doors opened. The rest of the team was waiting for you.

The doors had just barely opened before your dad pulled you into a huge bear hug. He wrapped his arms completely around you and rested his chin on the top of your head, “Oh my god Y/n, I’m so sorry,” he kissed the top of your head and pulled away, “This never should've happened to you,” he looked you over and saw the bruises on your wrists and the bandage on your arm.

You noticed his gaze had shifted to your arm and you placed your hand over it, “I’m fine dad. I’m just glad everyone’s ok.”

He pulled you back into a hug, “I’m never leaving you again like this. Ever,”

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jpegjade · 4 years ago

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Shake My Hand - Spencer

hello friends and ferns! it’s another day of dispair and i’ve got a fluffy fic for you! it came out of me riding in the car doing nothing so...

gender: neutral

type: fluff

summary: when spencer gets back from vacation to meet the new tech assistant, he’s met with an interesting predicament.

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A smile on his face, Spencer Reid rode the elevator thinking about how happy he was to see his mom smiling. The two of them recently went on vacation to get away from his hectic work environment and relax for a few weeks. Unfortunately, it was time to get going back to work while his mom went back to the clinic.

The doors slid open as Spencer was looking down at the tips of his converse. He was only able to take a few steps forward before he almost ran into another pair of Converse. There were small smiley faces at the toes of these shoes, causing Spencer to look up.

“Dr. Spencer Reid, I presume?” You asked, holding your hand out.

“I am.” Spencer said, looking down at your hand.

Instinctively, his left eye subtly twitched. All he could think about was how many germs were on your hand, that was just touching the phone you were putting in your back pocket. Considering phones were some of the dirtiest things on the face of the planet, Spencer was nonplussed about the idea of shaking your hand.

You slightly lifted your hand, renewing your smile, as the good doctor looked up at you.

“Actually, Welsh scientists have previously discovered and proved that kissing transfers 80 million germs between two people, all in 10 seconds, while handshakes transfer 124 million germs.” Spencer said, straight faced as ever.

“Dr. Reid, are you thinking about kissing me right now? We’ve only just met.” You said, tilting your head slightly as you dropped your hand to your side.

Spencer was speechless. In all the times he presented that fact, not one person had responded to him in such a bold way. He could feel his cheeks growing red.

He couldn’t say you weren’t cute. You were very attractive but he didn’t typically think about kissing someone he just met.

“I mean… Not that I…” Spencer was sputtering, quickly losing his mental footing.

“It’s okay. You’ve got very kissable lips so I wouldn’t mind.” You winked before turning around, opening the door for him.

Spencer walked through the door, numbly trying to figure out how he was supposed to respond to the first statement, let alone the second. Were his lips really that kissable? He numbly put his hand toward his mouth before he dropped it. He felt a smile threatening to cross his lips.

***

“Morning my sweet baby llamas.” Garcia said as Spencer sat down in his usual seat. “Today, we have another horrifically horrible case for my crimefighters to solve.”

Individually, files were placed in front of each team member, although Garcia wasn’t handing them out. Everyone else got to work talking about the case while Spencer was distracted. He kept glancing at you, wondering how he could possibly miss the memo. Who were you and why were you handing out files? Derek would’ve told him about a new profiler. Maybe you were taking Garcia’s place? He hoped not. Garcia was an integral part of the team. He didn’t know where they would be without her.

“Reid.” Hotch said, drawing Spencer’s attention to the case. “You take the lead on building a geographic profile. Y/n will help you.”

You looked over at Spencer, giving him a curt smile. There was something so different about how you were now compared to when you met him a couple minutes ago. You stood differently, your body language screamed submissive and insecure. Before, you were confident and in control. What happened in a few minutes that changed?

“It’s a local case so let’s get the victimology done quickly and thoroughly.” Hotch said as everyone went to their respective stations.

Spencer waited a moment before he stood up, watching everyone move to their respective stations.

“Dr. Reid, can I assist you in any way?” You said, pulling up a seat next to Spencer.

You put the map on the table for Spencer but your map was on the tablet Garcia gave you on your first day. Twirling your stylus in your hand, you looked over the map and started talking. Spencer responded in off handed thoughts, going back and forth with you.

“I think we got the basic geographic area down but what are we missing…” You said, thinking hard about every possible step the unsub could’ve taken.

Spencer was staring at the map, his mind going hundreds of miles an hour at once. It didn’t take long before you figured out what you were doing wrong: you were looking at it like an adult. The unsub was far from a functioning adult after the team put the pieces together.

***

By the end of the case, you were completely exhausted. You got shot at by a kid, which wasn’t fun but you were the perfect distraction because at the end of the day, Derek was able to tackle him without seriously getting injured or injuring the kid.

“Good work today, agent.” The town sheriff came waddling by as you sat in the ambulance.

You were getting checked out for shock and any other scrapes but you were fine. You insisted you were fine many different times but all you could think about was how much you wanted to be home. As the newbie, you were in more shock than you wanted to admit after being shot at. You were much more comfortable behind the computer.

“Are you alright?” Spencer came breezing up to you.

“Hey doc. I’ve had better days but we were able to save a kid, even if he did manage to kill 12 people…” You got a far away look in your eyes and Spencer noticed.

“So are you the new profiler?” Spencer asked, trying to bring you back to the present.

“Oh god no. I’m the on-site tech analyst. I help out Penny… I mean Garcia but I have field clearance. It’s a weird situation but Agent Hotchner was clear that I…” You trailed off again, something distracting you.

Spencer turned around and watched as a mom sobbed into an officer’s arms when the kid was being put into the squad car. You weren’t used to this. You didn’t sign up for this, the live reaction. You missed your desk, you missed Garcia’s figurines, you missed the feeling of home and comfort in a dark office.

“You did a good job today.” Spencer said, stepping in front of you.

You looked up at him as he blocked the sun from your eyes. He was wearing sunglasses with his back turned while you forgot your sunglasses at home today. You always regret it on the days when the sun is the strongest.

“Thanks, doctor.” You said, squinting up at his face.

It was hard to see his eyes so you just focused on his lips, again.

“You don’t have to call me doctor every time you talk to me.” Spencer put his hands in his pockets, rocking back on his heels.

“You earned it, didn’t you?” You asked, entranced by watching his lips moving. You could watch him talk forever.

“I did but my friends call me Spencer. My coworkers call me that or Reid.” He said, adjusting his stance so the setting sun wasn’t shining into your eyes.

“What do your girlfriends call you?” You asked Spencer with a smirk.

Spencer was speechless once again. You hopped off the back of the ambulance, walking past Spencer to go to the car with paramedic clearance before Spencer could come up with something.

Once again, Spencer didn’t know what to say.

“What’s on your mind, pretty boy?” Derek said, walking up to Spencer.

“Nothing.” He muttered, walking towards the second vehicle’s back seat.

In truth, Spencer was trying to think of something to say to you tomorrow because he was determined to say something. Anything was better than leaving his mouth open every time you code switched.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer x reader #dr spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff

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itsclydebitches · 4 years ago

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YYH Recaps: Episode 1, Surprised to be Dead

Hello, all you hypothetical readers! It's a beautiful spring day and I have a free afternoon ahead of me, so what better time to start another massive project while I guilty stuff my other WIPs deep into the depths of my hard drive? Yeah. Iffy life choices aside, someone mentioned a few weeks back that they'd love for me to recap a show I have more positive things to say about than negative (RIP RWBY) and ever since Netflix announced that their live-action adaptation of Yu Yu Hakusho is in the works, I've been itching for a re-watch of the anime. With the RWBY hiatus underway, it seemed like the perfect time to fulfill both desires.

Before we begin though, I'd like to touch on a few things that are going to influence this project.

First, YYH is near and dear to my heart. Written by Yoshihiro Togashi in the early 1990s and later adapted for an American audience by Funimation, I had the pleasure of experiencing this story five different ways: as a serialized tale in Shonen Jump, a binge read when I had the money to buy the manga, tiny snippets of the anime on Adult Swim late at night — don't tell my parents ;) — as an after-school treat on Toonami, and then years later as a re-watch when I introduced it to a friend (who, in turn, blessed me by having us watch Fullmetal Alchemist next). I used to keep a Hiei bookmark in everything I was reading, the spirit gun made it into our witch-wolf-space adventures on the playground (middle school was wild), and there was a long period of my life where I tried very hard to teach myself to stand with my hands behind my back, precisely as Genkai does. Spoiler alert: I failed. So to say I love the series is... a little bit of an understatement. I bring this up simply as a way of demonstrating that there's more than a bit of nostalgia attached to YYH for me and that will inevitably cloud my reading of it. How can it not? So that's just something to keep in mind as I work through a series that, like any having hit its 30th birthday, has its outdated, flawed, and other questionable aspects.

Second, but very much connected to the first point, is that these are pretty casual recaps. I summarize and extrapolate, focusing primarily on plot and dialogue (but with the occasional cinematography aspect tossed in). I'm not conducting research on the cultural history here — something that will come up at least once in this episode — I'm not arguing an overarching thesis, and I've never been someone who focuses on the author/production/trivia of a series. I'm here for the story as the story is presented to the viewer. If you've read my RWBY Recaps, this will function precisely the same way, with the only difference being I'm engaging with a finished text as opposed to an ongoing one, so there’s a lot less, “Maybe ___ will happen” theorizing going on.

Third, I obviously recommend that you watch the show yourself (you can find it on YouTube!), but you don't have to know the series to follow along. As these massive paragraphs attest, I tend to be both detailed and verbose, so we'll be covering every major plot point — and most of the smaller ones too.

Finally, I'm working from the dub. I know, I know, the horror. But it's what I grew up on and, honestly, I think it's superior to the sub. YYH's dubbing is in a class all its own and to this day there are very few shows that compare to it. Trust me, it's a good call.

That's enough of the boring chit-chat though. Let's get started!

Our very first episode "Surprised to be Dead" opens on a crowded street. We see lots of traffic, people going about their business, and a pedestrian crossing sign that, crucially, turns red. This is our normality and, like in every genre story, you need to break that normality at some point so that the protagonists can go on their fantastical/supernatural/science fiction journey. YYH eases us into things by first breaking the normality of an everyday afternoon: there's a screech of tires, quick shots of a man pushing a child out of the way of an oncoming car, and then his back is hitting the windshield. We begin this story with a horrible — but otherwise mundane — car crash.

Now, these flashes alone have a fair bit to unpack. Despite later getting a brief shot of the man's scared face right before he's hit, the moment's focus is really on the child. He's the one foregrounded in the initial, slow-mo shot. He's the one who appears in color while the man is kept in shadow. This isn't just a hit, it's a rescue. The camera is also careful to follow the soccer ball this kid was playing with (more on that later in the episode), with it flying through the air as the man is hit and bouncing to a stop in the street, acting as the dramatic finish. It's childhood! It's innocence! It's play on a sunny afternoon! And it's all gone wrong.

This moment is chaotic and even a bit confusing. Not in the sense of what's happening — that is quite obviously a guy being hit by a car — but who the victims are, how precisely this came about, or even why we're meant to care about this beyond a generic capacity to feel for other human (fictional) beings... that's all removed. And it works. As the crash takes place, the camera pans across the stunned crowd and we, the viewer, become a part of that crowd. They don't know what precisely is going on either. We're all just horrified onlookers as a sudden tragedy takes place. We're all watching the same show.

So everyone realizes this guy has been hit. People are staring in shock and someone calls for an ambulance. We see the driver fall to his knees in the street, distraught, shakily saying, "I didn't mean to..." It's a very serious and emotional scene that —

— is immediately tempered by this guy waking up, complete with a cute 'pop!' sound effect when he opens his eyes.

This is YYH's brand, this Very Serious Circumstances skillfully interwoven with casual indifference/comedy. It's admittedly far from a unique brand, but it's an excellent choice given that this is the same attitude that will drive 99% of our protagonist's interaction with the world.

Speaking of said protagonist, our guy wakes up, opens his eyes, and realizes that he's floating. There's a great, disorientating shot from his perspective where everything is upside down, causing him to nearly fall out of the air. Well would you look at that, he's as confused as we are. It's our audience surrogate!

A narrator says, "And so it all begins. This boy's name is Yusuke, he's fourteen years old, and he's supposed to be the hero of this story. But oddly enough, he's dead."

Game of Thrones might have made it popular, but YYH did it better.

(Yeah, yeah, I know one death kick-starts the journey and the other is a shocking twist. Just let me have this.)

Now, it's a weird introduction, right? At least at the end. The announcement that change has occurred, a name, an age... that all checks out. But "supposed to be the hero"? What the hell is that “supposed to” mean? Our narrator gives us the easy, surface answer: "But oddly enough, he's dead." We're capitalizing here on the audience's expectation that death ends a character's journey and though they may have been a hero previously, they can no longer be one moving forward. That function within the story has passed. So it's this intriguing question of, "What kind of hero do you have when that hero is dead from the start?" but as we'll see soon, there's an additional meaning here of, "How can Yusuke be the hero?" As this premiere sets up, Yusuke doesn't act like the hero is “supposed to” act.

Until he saved this kid.

But right now he's just confused: "Okay, this is weird. Stupid weird."

Two EMTs arrive on the scene and are hilariously useless. You know how in any medical drama a doctor will stop CPR after a couple of seconds because obviously you're not going to spend half the episode on realism? Well, that's this only a thousand times worse. One guy just looks at the kid and announces he's fine except for some bumps and bruises. Meanwhile, the kid is sobbing.

"Well, at least one of them is," replies the other EMT, because I guess he can tell Yusuke is beyond hope without taking a pulse or anything? "I hate cleanup," he complains as they load his body onto a stretcher because that's? An empathetic response to have??

Honestly this scene is wild.

Yusuke is understandably upset that he's, you know, dead and all. He starts hounding the EMTs who, unable to hear him, just go about their business of taking the kid and his body to the hospital. "You think you can just do whatever you want because you have that stupid uniform on? You can't just write me off. Listen to me!" and Yusuke tries to punch one of the EMTs in the head, resulting in him floating right through.

What a great way to introduce your protagonist's personality. We see here that when things go wrong Yusuke's default emotion is anger and it starts creeping in even before he thinks the others are ignoring him: "Stupid weird." He has problems with authority — "You think you can just do whatever you want because you have that stupid uniform on?" — is used to others listening when he gets angry — "You can't just write me off!" — and is poised to use violence at the slightest provocation. Yusuke is a guy who, right now at least, is ready to punch first and ask questions later.

As Yusuke floats back up into the air and the ambulance drives away, he finally cools down enough to try and think his way out of this. "It's not like this is the first time you've been in a jam,” he thinks. Yusuke recalls that yeah, something was different about today...

...he actually went to school.

Catch me laughing that this idiot boy equates the weirdness of him dying with going to school. Good lord.

Anyway, this jumpstarts our flashback. We open on a generic, anime middle school (that always feels like a high school to me) where the principal is calling for Yusuke through the loud speaker. Oooo someone’s in trouble! We follow a young girl up to the rooftop and she gets a classic hair-blowing-in-the-wind moment to establish that she's our love interest. Meet Keiko Yukimura.

Keiko finds Yusuke hanging out and immediately starts lecturing him for trying to chew gum and refusing to wear the boys' uniform. "Oh, give me a break, Keiko. I look better in green." Note that it's here we learn her name and it's an easy, casual way to introduce it. I bring this up because Yusuke's introduction via our narrator is very much... not that. It's an on your nose statement about his name, age, and importance to the story, and if you're just starting the show in 2021, it might come across as a rather armature move. Like something out of a kid's show, perhaps. Yet here we see that this was a deliberate choice, considering that YYH is capable of introducing character information naturally when it wants to.

This moment also tells us that Yusuke cares a great deal about his image. More on that in a bit. Because Keiko isn't finished her list of grievances yet, going on to say that his attendance record has hurt their entire class, hurt her as class representative, and if he keeps going down this path he won't even graduate middle school. "Sometimes I think you don't care about anyone but yourself and then you don't even do that right!"

They're legit complaints. Too bad Yusuke is busy looking up Keiko's skirt.

Yeeeeah. Sadly, this is common for anime, particularly a 90s anime like YYH. Even presumably more progressive series like My Hero Academia feature characters like Mineta, whose entire personality is being a pervert, and the creation of abilities that "require" kids/young women to be scantily clad. See: Yaoyorozu. YYH is no different in this regard, with various forms of sexual harassment functioning as a shorthand for how much Yusuke secretly likes Keiko. "Boys will be boys," right? Obviously not.

Like so many others series, the creators get away with it because they’re framing it as a bad thing. It's totally fine because look, Keiko slaps him! This is teaching the viewer how wrong this behavior is. Never mind that this is clearly an established habit between them, that Yusuke laughs off Keiko's discomfort, and that the whole scene is meant to be funny for the viewer. That's the real purpose here; it’s not a PSA on harassment.

That, and to establish the long-suffering love Keiko has for Yusuke in turn, largely stemming from a life-long friendship. "Dumb boy! He hasn't grown up a bit since he was four years old." We see that Keiko's early interactions with Yusuke have given her insight that others lack. As she heads down from the roof she runs into two girls hiding around the corner, too scared to come out lest "the great Urameshi" set his sights on them. Isn't Keiko terrified of what he might do to her? "Or worse, what others might say of it?" Like any classic high school middle school setting, one's reputation is king. Yusuke cares about how others see him — maintaining that tough boy attitude — and the girls care more about what the rest of the school might think of Keiko's interactions with him than the presumed harm Yusuke could do to her. They heard he can summon 2,000 men with just a whistle and that he "kills for fun!" But that means nothing in the face of people talking about you. Despite being one of the most popular girls in school, Keiko is the outsider here via her disinterest in what other people think.

The animation changes here, giving us a good look at how the girls picture Yusuke: tough, scowling, surrounded by shadows, and backed by an entire army.

In contrast, we've already seen what Yusuke is really like.

Keiko laughs the image off too. Yusuke is more like a "lamb" than a killer and besides, he couldn't order around two people, let alone two hundred. "He doesn't have many friends."

"That's not what I heard," says one of the girls.

"Yeah," goes the other. "I think we would know."

Again, rumors rule here, with whispers in the hall considered more reliable than someone who interacts with Yusuke on a daily basis. Keiko doesn’t have a hope of changing their minds.

Oh, as a side note, I love that they gave Keiko Miyazaki-esque hair. It's very emotive.

Yusuke escapes outside where the principal is still calling for him to report to his office. He overhears a conversation around the corner and we cut to two boys, one of which is showing a wallet off to the other. He explains that some bully tried to rough him up, but he said he was Urameshi's cousin and the bully took off, dropping his wallet in the process. The guy's friend is impressed, but what is he going to do if Yusuke ever finds out he lied? Not to worry, he says, that "blockhead" would probably think it's true even if he did somehow hear.

Yusuke, obviously, does hear about this and he, also obviously, does not believe this guy is his cousin. He looms ominously and they scurry up against a wall, terrified and offering him the wallet as an apology.

"You think I want your money?" Yusuke yells.

YYH is, in many respects, a rather simple story, but I appreciate the hints of complexity in these otherwise straightforward interactions. It's not that this guy used Yusuke's name to steal a wallet, he used it as a form of protection against another bully — a far more sympathetic motivation. It's not that Yusuke's fearsome reputation has resulted in any genuine respect because once people think they're safe they reveal how little they think of his intelligence — he's a "blockhead." And Yusuke, though intimidating and violent, is not your average, schoolyard bully. He doesn't care about money, only the insult and the damage this guy using his name might have done to his reputation. There's a little more nuance here than you might otherwise expect.

Also, note how dark the boys' standard uniforms are and how much they blend into the rest of the world. Yusuke, as our protagonist, stands out in his bright clothing. He was right, he does look better in green!

So he's ready to clobber this kid when one of the teachers arrive: Mr. Iwamoto.

Iwamoto demands to know what's going on, but the boys are too terrified to rat Yusuke out. Noticing the wallet on the ground, he assumes that Yusuke was after their money, something that greatly offends him: "Whatever!" Iwamoto goes on to say that, "No good weeds like you should have been plucked a long time ago," making it clear that he considers Yusuke a hopeless case. The positive aspects that Keiko sees, as well as the complexity the viewer sees — to say nothing of his introduction of saving a kid — aren’t considered here.

Notably, Iwamoto exists in part to show us what Yusuke could become. Not a teacher (he's obviously not attending school enough for that!), but a cynical man who is cruel for cruelty's sake. Yusuke is already barreling down that path, ignoring Keiko's advice, terrorizing other students, trying to punch EMTs, etc. If his life (or afterlife...) hadn't changed through that accident, this is the kind of person Yusuke might have grown up to be, and we can see that clearly in the visual parallels between them. Dark haired men dressed in green who scowl with ease and toss out cutting insults. Yusuke is staring his future in the face.

For now he walks off with a final shot, "You shouldn't talk. It makes you sound stupid." This time Yusuke makes it to the school's entrance and tries to enjoy his second attempt at chewing gum, but someone hits him in the back of the head.

"Okay, somebody's DEAD — ah. Sorry, old man."

"That's Mr. Takenaka to you."

Our principal has finally left the office and hunted down Yusuke for himself! Putting this interaction immediately after the one with Iwamoto allows the viewer to compare them. Yusuke might be irreverent towards his principal, but it's clear there's still some kind of respect between them. Yusuke only starts threatening because he doesn’t realize who hit him and once he does realize it's Takenaka, he immediately apologizes. That "old man" comes across as a teasing insult and Yusuke allows himself to be briefly dragged back towards school, rather than throwing a now classic punch. In turn, Takenaka cares enough about Yusuke to try and keep him on the straight and narrow. He utilizes Yusuke's preferred language — violence — but in a casual way, nonthreatening way: slight hit to the back of his head, noogie, pulling him along by the ear.

It's the sort of physicality we're used to seeing in media between a parent and child who are outwardly antagonistic, but actually share a deep bond. Takenaka is also careful to frame their return to his office as a "discussion," not a punishment, and offers Yusuke tea along with the conversation. Whereas Iwamoto considers Yusuke to be a "weed" that should have been plucked from their school long ago, Takenaka is determined to help Yusuke bloom.

If we're continuing the flower metaphor :D

Yusuke isn't in the mood to play along though. He gets away by using a fake ear, startling Takenaka when it unexpectedly pulls free. Yusuke escapes the school grounds and Takenaka, suffering a back twinge from his fall, can't chase after him. Poor guy. I understand that pain lol.

Yusuke heads home where we're introduced to his mother, Atsuko. Most notable in her first shot is the soft lighting that highlights her looks. We're not told how old she is here, but I believe she's around 28 — and she looks it, if not younger. Given that Yusuke is 14, that means Atsuko was a mom at his age. This is a quick and subtle way to tell us about Yusuke's home life. There are more overt details in this scene — it's at least lunchtime and Atsuko hasn't left her bed yet, she demands that Yusuke make her coffee instead of greeting him, it's all meant to imply (before we actually see) that she's an alcoholic — but her age is another way to highlight the broken household here. There's no partner in sight and she clearly had Yusuke as a teenager. He hasn't had a strong parental figure to take care of him. If anything, Yusuke is taking care of Atsuko here.

"Oh great, mother of the year!" basically sums things up.

Atsuko wants to know why Yusuke isn't in school and he says that everyone is pissing him off today, particularly with their preaching. "Dear, if you hate preaching so much you should live on your own... but you can't do that, can you?" Alongside a rough upbringing, Yusuke is suffering from the common problem of being trapped in a dead-end life. He hates his school, his town, and coming home to find his mom hungover. Yusuke has no prospects and, outside of one principal, no one who is actively working to help him find some. Even the little things he hates, like being preached to, are unavoidable because if you want to live on your own, that requires money. Good luck pulling that off as a middle schooler whose only skill is street fighting!

Yusuke walks off in a huff, literally shouting in a street about what a bad day he's having (and hilariously scaring off pedestrians in the process). His shout brings trouble though. A couple guys appear to ambush him, their boss close behind. The music increases the tension, Yusuke's expression is serious, and we even get a Dutch angle thrown into the mix.

For any who don't know, the Dutch angle is a popular film technique to establish that something is wrong. There's tension in the scene, something uneasy is at play, and the world is now literally off center. It's perhaps most famously used in Do The Right Thing to establish the friction between an Italian-American pizzeria and the predominantly African American neighborhood it's based in.

But it's also used a great deal in horror as a way to say: yup, shit just got real. Scary real.

This Dutch angle introduces a character you may not appreciate at first, but absolutely should: Kazuma Kuwabara.

He's initially the comic relief and that's clear in his introduction. Within seconds we move from that intimidating arrival to, well, seeing him. To be clear, I've got nothing against redheads with big chins, but compared to Yusuke's design, Kuwabara is meant to be the funny looking one. His threat level plummets the moment we get a look at his face, especially in a series that will occasionally use looks as a (supposed) measure of intelligence.

Also, Kuwabara is dressed in light blue so, like Yusuke, we know he's important!

Any assumptions that his appearance isn’t meant to imply a goofy, embarrassing personality are put to rest when Kuwabara starts rambling about how they last time they fought Yusuke just got a cheap shot in and he'll definitely win this time. Yeah, he won't. Yusuke is thrilled by this diversion though and we get a shot of him looking almost as creepy as Keiko's friends think he is. Whatever else might be said about Yusuke, he is absolutely a monster in a fight.

Which we see here. If anyone picked up the series without knowing this was a fighting anime, they'll realize it now. Yusuke's choreography is stylized to show off his skill: he disappears with a 'whoosh' and dark lines to suggest inhuman speed,

attacking Kuwabara with a knee to the face, utilizes flying kicks, lands perfect, precision punches, and ends it all with the toe-tip landing we've come to expect of all powerful fighters. Kuwabara never even got a hit in.

Happy as a clam now, Yusuke wanders off whistling and Kuwabara's friends are left to pick up the pieces. AKA, his likely broken bones. I love that they're legit friends though and not just nameless goons for the sake of giving Kuwabara a small gang (though their names won't come up until later). "That makes 0 wins an 156 loses!" one of them cries, trying to get Kuwabara to stop ending up in the hospital, probably. We establish that Kuwabara is The Most Dramatic Ever when he pulls his broken body into a seated position, shouting, "No! I almost had him that time!"

Then he passes out.

Kuwabara, honey, you obviously did not almost have him, but god bless you for the outlook. The most optimistic thing on this Earth is a well-loved Golden Retriever, but Kuwabara comes in at a very close second.

With his dream to one day beat Yusuke in combat established, we cut to Yusuke wandering the street where the episode opened. "Okay, I'm remembering" he says in a voiceover. "After that I met the kid."

The soccer ball reappears as it rolls to a stop at Yusuke's feet. He grabs it and immediately starts yelling at the kid. Horrible protagonist, right? Well, Yusuke is trying to instill in him the danger of using this street as a playground, a worry the viewer already knows is 100% justified. “Listen, kid, that’s dangerous! There are cars going by that will splatter you into the pavement!” It's one of those quick moments where we get to enjoy Yusuke's duality: he's someone who is nearly making a toddler cry, but for rather understandable reasons. He's got the right idea, but needs to go about it in a more mature manner.

Which is precisely what he attempts to do. Sort of. Yusuke changes gears, though whether it's a more "mature" route is certainly up for debate lol. He tries entertaining the kid instead, raising and lowering the soccer ball to reveal goofy faces.

When these fail to impress, Yusuke goes full out by stuffing the ball into his pants, pushing his nose up with a pair of chopsticks he got from god knows where, and generally just putting on a display.

So Yusuke cares very deeply about his reputation... but only when it comes to those who are an established part of his life. Keiko, Mr. Takenaka, and the other kids at school all need to maintain a particular image of Yusuke, one that he's carefully cultivated. But random pedestrians on the street? Who cares about them? Let them talk.

This shows us that Yusuke does indeed have priorities over his own, selfish goals. Namely, the happiness of some kid is more important to him than looking "cool" for a bunch of strangers. Lots of characters with Yusuke's surface attitude would sneer at the idea of degrading themselves for — their words — some brat. But Yusuke, as we constantly see, actually does have that heart of gold. “Well, if all else fails I can still make kids happy.”

Although... I'm not sure what to make of his display itself. I have the distinct sense that there's something prejudiced here that I'm not able to fully articulate, what with the chopsticks, slanted eyes, bald head, and the like, though to be entirely frank I don't have enough knowledge of Japan's history to say precisely what it might be. Or, really, whether it exists at all. Just something to chew on.

What I am sure about though is the importance of having the child label Yusuke as monster — "Yeah, monster! — but in a delighted manner. Yusuke is indeed some kind a monster, someone who disappoints adults and terrifies his classmates, a demon fighter on the streets too, but here that identity is reworked into something positive.

Having successful secured a laugh, Yusuke tells the kid — calmly this time — to go play elsewhere. The toddler stares up at him with the blank expression only kids can manage.

Well, kids and whatever headspace I'm in after writing these metas.

To absolutely no one's surprise except Yusuke's, the kid does not go elsewhere. Instead, he continues kicking the ball down the street, causing Yusuke to exclaim, “Dammit, what’s the use? The kid can get smashed by a car for all I care!” Liar, liar.

The picture becomes desaturated as the kid kicks the ball and it flies into the street, time slowing down to show it landing precisely in the middle of the road. Yusuke again yells for him to stay put, but when has a toddler ever listened? He begins to walk into the road as our driver arrives, speeding, swerving, and paying more attention to the girl at his side than what's in front of him.

This time, we see the accident from the front with both Yusuke and the kid presented equally.

There's a cut to black and when we return we're in the present, Yusuke floating above the policemen now investigating the scene. “So that’s it? I’m roadkill?” As Yusuke realizes he's dead, specifically that he's a ghost, a voice goes,

"Bingo! Bingo! You win the prize!"

A woman has appeared who is quite obviously othered by the standards of the episode so far. Unlike the greens, blues, and browns of the series' modern clothes, she's dressed in hot pink kimono with blue hair to match. She's also, you know, floating on an oar.

“I didn’t expect you to figure it out so quickly," she says, referring to Yusuke's revelation that he's dead. Apparently, those who meet unexpected and/or violent ends tend to take some time coming to terms with their demise. It's a nice acknowledgment of Yusuke's intelligence in an interaction that's otherwise... not great for his self-esteem.

Meaning, this woman is about to drag him lol.

She introduces herself as Botan, pilot of the River Styx and guider of souls to the afterlife. You might also know her as the Grim Reaper.

(Hey, RWBY fans: I originally wrote that as Grimm Reaper 🤦‍♀️)

It's an claim Yusuke takes issue with because 1. Botan is too pretty to be the Grim Reaper and 2. If she was really some god of death she'd be taking this much more seriously, not laughing and saying, "Bingo!" For the audience this does two things. First, it acknowledges our own expectations and validates them. Yusuke's world isn't so far removed from our own that he takes Botan's looks and personality at face value, he also expected a skeleton with a scythe. So don't worry, all the weird stuff in this series is weird to our protagonist too. They'll be explanations. Or, even if there’s not, you’re not wrong for being surprised.

Second, it sets up the very common theme in YYH of undermining those common assumptions again and again and again. We've already seen it with Yusuke, wherein characters who look and act a certain way are, supposedly, destined to be that person and nothing more. Yusuke is meant to be just a "weed," a dumb, violent, angry loser who goes nowhere in life... but we already know he's more than that. Botan is supposed to be scary and serious, but she says nah, I want to be cute and bubbly instead. No character in YYH embodies who they're "supposed" to be when you look past those surface characterizations. They play the part of archetypes — and do keep certain parts of their expected personalities — but they're also far more well-rounded than that. Which yeah, is something most people expect from any story nowadays, but YYH is particularly adept at making you think you're watching Simple Show A only to turn around and surprise you with More Complex Show B.

It's great, trust me.

So Yusuke is pissed that Botan isn't adhering to those expectations, in the same way that he works hard to validate others expectations of him. He doesn't know how to deal with someone challenging his world view yet. Rather than angering Botan though, she just nods and says that this response makes sense for him. “Rather than being scared, or surprised, you yell a lot and tell me I don’t know what I’m talking about." Taking out a notebook, she quickly summarizes everything we learned in the flashback — minus Yusuke's complexities: he's fourteen, in middle school, is ill-tempered, violent, hates authority, and is a horrible student.

Typically, Yusuke responds by getting angry and trying to snatch the booklet out of her hands, only for Botan to pull it out of his reach, laughing. The tables have turned! Rather than being surrounded by people who cower at Yusuke's imposed authority, he now finds himself faced with someone who laughs at his transparent attempts to take control of the situation.

Calming down, Yusuke wants to know if the kid he saved is really alright and Botan offers to let him see for himself. That offer produces Yusuke's first, genuine smile.

They fly to the hospital where a doctor is in the process of giving the kid a clean bill of health, his mother crying with relief.

That's enough for Yusuke. “Alright, Botan, I’ve got no regrets, so you can take me to hell or wherever it is I’m going.”

That tells you all you need to know about Yusuke's self-worth, despite his bad boy attitude. His life is a dead-end as far as he can see and most of those around him haven't done anything to dissuade him of that idea. He says he doesn't care if the kid lives or dies, but then instinctively saves him. Post his death, Yusuke doesn't have anything he considers a regret, or anything he'd like to do before he leaves, like saying goodbye to a loved one. Oh, he's also pretty sure he's going to hell and has resigned himself to that without a fight.

Uplifting!

Botan just laughs though, saying that she's actually here to offer Yusuke an "ordeal" that could bring him back to life. See, he wasn't supposed to die today — let alone die saving a kid — and frankly they don't know what to do with him. It's another neat summary of what we've already learned: Yusuke is a far more complicated case than the afterlife assumed and now, when push comes to shove, deciding whether he belongs in heaven or hell is... muddled.

There's a fantastic story there about the problems with an afterlife that reduces a person's entire life to a few surface characteristics recorded in a book, refusing to acknowledge the context of their situation, or their capacity for change. “Run someone with your credentials a thousand times and they never would have saved a kid like that." Except, of course, Yusuke did save him, so those "credentials" are suspect, to say the least. However, YYH is not a story that explores these issues. Instead, I recommend you watch this!

Rather than being upset at the afterlife's low opinion of him (because let's be real, Yusuke shares it), he latches onto a little detail Botan let slip. If he wasn't supposed to die today... then was the kid?

Mmm... no. Actually, without the chaos of Yusuke jumping into the road, the driver would have swerved at the last second and the kid would have not only lived, but actually come out with one less scrape.

So Yusuke is obviously upset by this news! I would be too!! Holy shit, hang onto the "it's the thought that counts" message with everything you've got.

Also, don't think too much about the fact that the afterlife apparently knows exactly what will happen to people, down to how many cuts they accumulate in an accident. Also, don't think too much about where the afterlife foreseeing the crash begins and the unexpectedness of Yusuke interfering ends. That way lies madness. This will never come up again, so just let it go.

Sorry, 2013 me hijacked the post for a second.

As said, Yusuke is understandably upset by this revelation and as he fumes I'm reminded that this series likes to pull some amazing expressions.

Botan reiterates that it's all fine because Yusuke can come back to life. Weren't you listening? He should feel honored, in fact, considering that an offer like this only arrives every 100 years or so. Well, that explains why all of humanity isn't grappling with people coming back to life on the daily. One person every generation isn't going to cause much of a stir.

However, instead of jumping at the chance Yusuke announces that Botan is just like the teachers at school: she doesn't know what she's talking about. “You said yourself my life was kind of pathetic, right?” he says, going on to explain that everyone will be happier now that he's dead. His school won't have to deal with his behavior, Keiko won't have to nag him, and his mom will be able to party whenever she wants. It's a win-win for everyone involved.

Hmm, this feels familiar.

Don't worry, Yusuke doesn't need to experience a whole alternate reality to get the message.

“I’m sorry you feel that way at such an early age," Botan says and she is sorry, because despite her teasing nature that's a legitimately horrifying thing to believe. Yusuke won't budge though and after a little back-and-forth Botan leaves, telling Yusuke he should think it over while visiting his wake. She'll come back once he decides what to do.

“Do you have worms in your ears, lady? I did decide!” but Botan is long gone.

We cut to that night where Yusuke has indeed decided to attend his own wake. Maybe because of Botan's advice, maybe because he's just morbidly curious. We’re not given insight into the decision.

Atsuko is a mess, to put it mildly, not dressed for the occasion and sitting slumped against the way, staring vacantly as the guests offer their condolences. Yusuke is surprised by the fact that his entire class is here, but quickly writes them off when he sees two of the boys laughing. I'm on the fence about this detail, which I'll unpack in just a second.

First though, Yusuke sees Keiko exiting the house, inconsolable in her grief. She collapses on the ground with her two friends trying to offer comfort, despite the fact that they had nothing good to say about Yusuke himself. Good on them.

Before he can think too long on this though, Yusuke is distracted by Kuwabara's arrival. Unlike Keiko's crying, he expresses his grief through yelling. Specifically, yelling at Yusuke. For dying. For daring to "run away." His own friends are physically holding him back as he charges into the wake, screaming, “Who am I gonna fight now, huh? Who am I gonna fight?" It's not really about the fighting, of course. At least, not the fighting alone. "You’re supposed to be here for me," Kuwabara finishes, the punch he's thrown at Yusuke's photo going limp and catching his first tear.

You know, for all the goofy expressions, this show really is gorgeous. Just wait until we get to the fight animations.

Kuwabara's reaction is why I hesitate to write off the classmates like Yusuke has. Granted, we have no reason to believe that they care for him as Kuwabara does — they're nameless background characters defined only by their terror of "the great Urameshi" — but it's still a split second taken out of context. We don't know what they were laughing at, or if laughing is a part of their grief. God knows I personally laugh at the most inappropriate moments. If you tell me someone has just died there is a very good chance I will laugh awkwardly as I try to process that. It’s just a reflex. All of which I bring up not because these side characters are important, but because Yusuke's perception of his own worth is. The point of each of these moments is to show that those around him have always cared for him, even if Yusuke didn't notice. It's nice to think that extends to his classmates too. The variety likewise exists to show us how people grieve differently, with Kuwabara's friends not understanding that this is how he's working through the trauma: “This place is for mourning!” He is mourning, even if his way of mourning isn't as socially acceptable as Keiko's. So if screaming and throwing punches is valid, crying is valid, staring stoically in a drunk stupor is valid... why not laughter too?

Not likely, perhaps, but possible.

As an additional possibility to chew on, watching this premier again, it struck me how more emotional Kuwabara's scene is compared to Keiko's. Don't get me wrong, crying and calling Yusuke’s name gets the point across, but it's two seconds of generic grief compared to a much longer scene rife with intensity. When Kuwabara arrives the music swells and everyone is forced to pay attention to him. His grief is loud, violent, and given symbolism with his fist and the photo. There's more effort put into his reaction, frankly, so it wouldn't surprise me if fans started shipping them after this. That grief combined with an "enemies to lovers" possibility is a pretty potent mix. To be clear, Yusuke/Keiko is the (oh so obvious) canonical endgame and in the fandom Yusuke/Kuwabara can't compare to another slash ship that will turn up later, but this is a good example of how writers can craft some Very Gay Scenes without realizing it. When you have the girl crying prettily for a second and the guy absolutely losing his mind over Yusuke's death, questioning his purpose now, his support network, and then collapsing in grief... don't be surprised if your audience goes, "Oh hey, maybe they'd be a good couple instead."

But I digress.

The only people who are unquestioningly happy about Yusuke's passing are Mr. Iwamoto and his co-conspirator, Mr. Akashi. You know Akashi is another bad guy because he has bucked teeth and "ugliness" is an easy way to code for evilness. YYH is not immune to those mistakes :/

These two are really something else though, standing in the middle of a wake and claiming it's “too bad that car wasn’t big enough for them too," referring to Kuwabara and his friends. Wow! What stellar members of the academic community. Iwamoto goes on to say that Yusuke dying at least accomplished something good. Not, mind you, saving the life of a child, but rather looking good for their school's reputation. Akashi agrees, but says it's likely Yusuke only accidentally saved him while trying to steal the kid's lunch money. Remember, that accusation of theft is the one thing Yusuke has said outright that he does not do.

He's pissed listening to all this — wouldn't you be? — but knows by now he can't do anything about it. In another fantastic shot, Yusuke hovers his hand over Iwamoto's shoulder, desperate to grab him, when Takenaka's arrives there instead.

“What do you suppose is more disgraceful? That boy showing his misery, or your insensitive and idiotic words!”

HELL YEAH. You tell 'em, Mr. Takenaka.

Yusuke gets his third shock of the night at this passionate defense. Takenaka leaves the teachers to go pay his respects, but admits to Yusuke's picture that he just can't speak well of him. He was surprised to hear that Yusuke gave up his life for another and it's a fact that he acted selfishly. Though he doesn't say it in as many words, Takenaka explains that he's not grieving because Yusuke was a good person, but because it's so clear to him that he might have been. “Why didn’t you stay? You could have made something great out of yourself.”

Normally, "Why didn't you stay?" is just something for the living to grapple with, as the dead obviously don't have any say in what happens to them. But Yusuke does. It's here that the lighting grows soft again and Yusuke considers Takenaka's words. Keiko and Kuwabara grieve for who he was, but Takenaka grieves for who Yusuke could have been — someone that might still exist if Yusuke decides to undergo this ordeal.

Atsuko adds fuel to the emotional fire, breaking down and hiding her face in her knees.

Finally, the kid Yusuke saved arrives with his mother. Because yes, Yusuke saved him in every way that matters, considering no one else knows — or will know — that he'd have lived anyway. I like that the show doesn't allow that knowledge to undermine the emotion of their arrival, or what Yusuke’s act meant to them.

The mom tells her son to pay his respects and the kid thanks Yusuke for saving him, and for "making faces." He clearly doesn't get what's going on here. This is confirmed as the two leave and he asks his mom if he can play with Yusuke again tomorrow. “I know some people sounded angry at him, but he’s really nice!"

They're probably just crying because they want to play with him too, he thinks, which just makes his mom join in. Everyone is crying in this club tonight.

Those words are the cincher for Yusuke and with a brief montage of all the grief he's witnessed, he makes his decision.

We cut to later that night where Yusuke floats above the city, admiring the moon. Botan reappears and he asks, “Have you ever not known about something that seemed obvious to everyone else?” Yes, everyone has experienced that at one point or another. She asks if he's made his decision and Yusuke agrees to try and come back to life.

Emotional revelations out of the way, we're allowed another tone shift as Botan yells with joy, speeding off and causing Yusuke to grab hold of the end of her oar, lest he be left behind. Cranky as always, he demands to know where they're going. "To the spirit world, of course!" They're off to see someone who can explain the ordeal and give Yusuke the tool needed to complete it. Just hang on and enjoy the ride.

Thus ends our very first episode! Ah, the nostalgia. This is part one of a four arc series, with the anime cutting out a lot of the filler stories found at the start of the manga — a smart decision, I think. They primarily do the work of teaching Yusuke what he learned at the wake, so if you can accomplish that as quickly as the adaptation did, all the better. Especially since Yusuke needs to grow a great deal beyond the basic understanding that people might, sort of care for him, and that work will occur primarily through a job he's going to take on. The series isn't really about his death and it's not about an attempt to come back either — it's about what happens once you get that second chance. So this is the setup, but it's important setup all the same.

No need to skip ahead though. I've blathered enough for one recap. I hope you enjoyed and I'll see you when the writing gods next bless me with energy! 💜

#YYH #Yu Yu Hakusho #YYH recaps #mymetas

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whathappenedtomyweekend · 3 years ago

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It’s Just A Spark Ch.17 - Anchor

A loud, blaring sound tore through the silence, abruptly waking Astrid from her sleep. She sat up, the mist in her head slowly fading as the noise continued.

"What-"

She felt Hiccup move next to her and scramble off the plank bed, cursing under his breath.

"That's an emergency," he said then, throwing her an apologetic look. "I'm on call and response duty."

It took her a couple of seconds to understand, but when she did, Astrid nodded. "Okay."

Hiccup sighed and stepped closer to her, helmet already in his hand.

"I'm sorry."

She shrugged. "It's not your fault."

He did not look convinced. The young woman smiled at him in the dim light and kissed his cheek. "It's okay, really. Now come on, I'm waiting for your response to the call, don't waste that time with me."

"No time spent with you is wasted," he mumbled reluctantly, but got up when she laughed and pushed him away, pulling her up with him into a kiss.

He couldn't help but linger for a couple of seconds, but forced himself to let go of her.

Astrid looked up at him, her smile sobering him up.

"Don't get fried."

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"Okay, guys, what do we got?"

Scott and Gobber briefly looked up as Hiccup strode into the room, slipping his gloves on. The three men exchanged a brief glance, and Gobber gave them both a short nod.

"A boat down at the docks caught fire, they don't know if anyone's still on there," Scott caught him up as they rushed towards the exit to the garage. Hiccup nodded sharply at his cousin.

"Right, let's go."

They saw the smoke minutes before they arrived at the docks.

Hiccup's heart sank at the small crowd of onlookers and stopped the engine.

"I'll take care of that and check for injuries, you get the hose ready, if anybody's inside I'll beep you," Hiccup directed Snotlout, who nodded and together they got out of the fire engine.

Hiccup scanned his eyes over the small crowd and quickly spotted Mulch, who was trying to usher people away.

"Hey, Mulch!"

The older man's head snapped up and within a few steps Hiccup was next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Do you know what happened? Is everyone alright?"

Even as he spoke, he could tell that whatever Mulch was about to tell him - it wasn't anything good. His face contorted.

"I wasn't on the boat, but I think someone's still on there - I just - I'm sorry, I tried to get everyone away, it spread to our boat after I called you."

Hiccup nodded, patting his shoulder. "It's fine, Mulch, you did good. Hey, Scott!"

Scott caught his eye and nodded when Hiccup waved towards the burning boats and then himself, signalling his intentions. Snotlout nodded, unlocking the engine and pulled the fire hose out. His shouts for people to clear the path and make way for him to get through to the hydrant were drowned out for Hiccup over the numbing buzz of the fire as he walked closer to it.

He lowered his visor and stepped inside.

The fire was biting at the wood, licking at his own feet as he tried to find a path through the flames and the smoke, desperately trying to make out any movement or figure through it all.

"Hello?" he called out, crouching below the already low deck above him.

"Is anybody here?"

A deep, rasp sound made him stop. It was faint, but distinctly different from the buzzing and crackling of the fire.

"Hello?" he shouted again, louder this time, listening carefully.

There it was again. Hiccup moved towards it, or at least to where he thought it was, and there was no room for any doubt through the rush of adrenaline and the blur around him, so he crawled closer to where the sound was coming from, and a second later he saw a figure slumped on the ground, unmoving.

His stomach dropped but his legs carried him towards the body, and then everything was happening almost automatically.

His mind was racing by the time he was out of the boat again, completely unaware of the state of the person he was carrying.

He stopped near the fire engine, dropping to the ground.

"Snot - oxygen, I need a bronchodilator ready!" he ground out, laying the person - who he now recognised to be a young man, not much older than him, younger even, a boy almost - down on the ground, quickly checking for pulse and breathing before he got him into lateral recumbent position.

Within a few moments Scott was at his side and laid a hand on his shoulder.

"You good?"

Hiccup nodded grimly, his eyes fixed on the unconscious young man as he reached into his inner pocket.

"I'm waiting for the phlegm. He needs to cough it out. You called the meds yet?"

"Yeah, they're on their way, should be two minutes away now."

"Good," Hiccup ground out, tearing the lid of his asthma spray away with his teeth.

Breathe out. Press. Inhale. Hold breath. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Exhale.

He closed his eyes, his body relaxing as he felt the weight on his chest lighten and finally disappear and drew a couple of deep breaths.

The young man on the ground rasped out a deep, heavy cough, gasping for air.

Hiccup nodded, placing a firm hand on his back to keep him from rolling on his back.

"It's okay," he murmured. "You're okay. I got you."

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Hiccup allowed himself a moment of rest as they watched the ambulance drive away.

"He'll be fine," he told Snotlout, but maybe said this more to reassure himself. His cousin only nodded and gave him a short pat on the back.

"You good?"

Hiccup nodded in affirmation. "Yeah. Let's get back. Can't wait to get the report on that one done."

Scott shot him a grin and shook his head as he got behind the stirring wheel. "I'm not saying I don't admire your drive to write a mandatory formality for the sake of bureaucracy at 4 am in the morning, but I sure as hell don't understand it."

Hiccup laughed and leaned back, watching the water shimmer under the moonlight as the waves hit the shoreline.

He thought of how fragile the boat's floor had felt beneath his feet. It was then he really realised, maybe got a full grasp on it - that really, his profession was dangerous. And not only that, it would have an effect on the people in his life if something happened to him. He thought of Astrid and how he couldn't predict anything. He could spend any moment with her and it could be their last one.

His gaze fell into his lap and he realised he'd pulled out his phone. He clicked on her contact, smiling at her profile picture for a second before he typed, 'good morning! Just wanted to let you know we made it out okay, i hope you made it home okay and slept well!'

Hiccup locked his phone and put it back into his pocket, exhaling slowly.

Thinking about it like this made everything seem incredibly, terribly fragile.

But maybe, just maybe, it also felt like now he had an anchor. Someone to check in with after a mission, outside of work. He closed his eyes, letting the sudden wave of peacefulness wash over him.

He found himself almost drifting off then, just now fully realising the exhaustion settling in his bones, so he allowed himself to close his eyes for a bit until they were back at the department.

Back at the headquarters Hiccup beelined to the bathroom, indulged in a ten-minute shower, watching the grime wash down the drain, and - for good measure - washed his face with hard soap.

"You want a tea, son?" Gobber asked him as he found him sitting on the sofa in the common room, vigorously rubbing his hair dry.

The young man looked up and smiled. "Yeah, thanks."

"So," Gobber intoned conversationally, shifting from one foot to the other. "Astrid left a little while after you got called out."

Hiccup hesitated. "I thought she'd gone straight home. She stayed with you?"

His mentor shrugged. "She came down here and we sat for a bit, had a cup of tea together and talked for a while. She's a nice young woman."

He kept eyeing him from the side. Hiccup knew there was something Gobber wasn't telling him and furrowed his brow in almost-annoyance.

"What?"

Gobber paused, then sighed and sat down next to him. "Listen, boy," he started, hesitating for a second. "I don't need to tell you our job is hard - and dangerous."

Hiccup snorted, taking a sip of his tea. "You can say that again."

"What I'm trying to say is," Gobber continued, still looking at him from the side, somewhat concerned almost. "Our line of work isn't exactly hazard-free. You know that. But I don't know if Astrid quite knows that." He held up his hand as a sign he was not finished yet when Hiccup opened his mouth to protest.

"Just make sure you have that conversation with her. There are stakes for you, being on the job, but there's also going to be something at stake for her if she's going to be in a relationship with you. You need to be aware of that, both of you."

Hiccup stayed silent for a few moments, staring into his mug.

Then he finally admitted, "You're right. I thought about that on our way back here, after the mission. There's no - I never know what could happen." He looked up at Gobber, and the older man was taken aback by his expression. Hiccup looked terrified.

"What if she isn't willing to take that risk? Realise that being with me is a risk?"

Gobber hesitated, but then put a hand on his shoulder, offering him a small smile. "With the way she looked when she was talking about you? Not a chance."

Finally, Hiccup smiled and took another sip of his tea. "Yeah," he murmured. "I hope you're right."

#ijas #it's just a spark #mine #hiccstrid #fluff #romance #hiccstrid fluff #httyd #httyd 2 #how to train your dragon #how to train your dragon 2

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svu-ncis-criminalminds · 4 years ago

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Bombing

Request : Hi I was wondering if I can request a hotch fic So I’m still on season 4 ep 6 I’m beginning lol but I thought about that one episode is season 3 with bombing in the car ??? But it happen to Y/N instead of hotch

I had fun writing this one, thank you for the request and I hope you like it ❤️❤️

As you and your squad were splitting up in the face of a possible terrorist attack your boss Hotch caught your arm as you passed him.

“Y/N, can you go with Agent Joyner, I have something else I need to handle.” You nodded your head.

“Of course,” Before shifting gears and going after the agent in question. You caught up to her side at the elevator, “Hotch asked me to go with you, he said he had something he needed to deal with,” You explained and Kate nodded.

----

You were on the street, walking towards the parked black SUV, Joyner was in front of you, talking about the possible location of the next attack. You looked up at her as your fingers flew over your phone, sending a text to Garcia. Joyner said your name and you looked up to respond and suddenly she was falling away from you, or maybe you were flying backward. You hit the ground with a dull thud and everything went black.

----

Garcia watched her phone as the bubble next to your name continued to signal you were typing. It continued, yet no messages were going through.

“There was an explosion,” the detective Garcia was working with informed her panicked, “A black SUV,” Garcia’s stomach dropped.

“Where!!! Pull it up!!” She practically shrieked, watching as your bubble continued, still no messages. She hit the phone symbol next to your name and held her phone to her ear. “Please pick up please pick up please pick up.” Nothing. Garcia dialed Hotch’s number next. If you were hurt he needed to know. She listened to it ring once before Hotch answered.

“Garcia?”

“A Black SVU blew up, Y/N isn’t answering her phone, we’re trying to pull the footage up now but it’s all over the news, oh my god Hotch, Y/N-” Hotch cut her off.

“Garcia. Find the video, send me the location now.”

“Yes sir,” with that he hung up, pulling a hard U-turn and flipping his lights on before peeling off back in the direction he left you, his heart in his throat. He did this to you, he asked you to go with Joyner. Hotch cursed out loud to himself and slammed an open hand onto his steering wheel. You had to be okay.

----

When you opened your eyes the world was spinning and everything was blurry. You felt like you were underwater and you briefly wondered to yourself ‘am I drowning?’. The ringing in your ear made your head hurt but you still managed to bring yourself to a sitting position, looking around. In front of you the SUV you had been walking towards was up in flames. You pressed a hand to your face and it came away bloody. You struggled to your feet staggering slightly, the only thing you could hear was that insistent ringing, and all you could see was the fire.

“Joyner.” You whispered to yourself, going towards the car, someone grabbed you, and you jerked yourself away. You hadn’t even noticed them approaching. They were saying something to you and you shook your head. “There is an FBI agent in there!” The ringing was either dulling or your brain was getting used to it but some of the fog was lifting and turning into panic. The fire must have reached the gas tank before there was an eruption of fire from the car that almost knocked you back.

“Y/N!” The voice came from your right, not the car being incinerated in front of you. Your head snapped and you saw the other agent laying on the cement some feet away. You rushed to her, falling to your knees in front of her.

“Kate, you’re okay, you’re okay.” You assured her but you didn’t… you weren’t sure.

“Y/N,” She repeated grasping you with a weak hand. You turned to the young man who was hovering beside you with wide eyes.

“Please call 911, tell them an FBI agent has been hurt.” He nodded and took a few steps away to dial his phone and make the call, you went back to Joyner. “I need to get my hand under you, I need to stop your bleeding, okay?”

----

Garcia replayed the video again and again watching your body hurdle through the air and land on the ground. She watched as you got up after a minute, staggering towards the car and then off-screen. You were alive.

----

Garcia sent Hotch the exact address of the explosion, and then a follow-up text confirming it was you and agent Joyner who were hurt, but you were alive. That only made Hotch feel a small margin better.

He made it to the scene in record time, getting out of the car and rushing forward towards the barricades that have been set up. Far down the street he could make out two figures and a mass laying on the ground. He kept pushing forward even more determined.

“Hotch!” He was intercepted by Morgan, who grabbed him by the shoulders, “You can’t go down there, remember? The first responders are the target.”

“I’m not a first responder,” He practically growled, “It’ll be a waste of a bomb.” He pulled away from Morgan pushing forward again. Someone else tried to stop him but he snapped “I am SSA Aaron Hotchner and that is /my/ agent down there.” The man looked at him for a moment before stepping aside and letting him past.

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“Help!” You screamed, throat sore. Everything was sore, you could faintly hear your heart pounding a steady bass to the high pitched ringing that was still rocking your head. “Please!! We need help! I have an FBI agent down! Please!” You begged, holding your hand as tightly as you could to Joyner’s wound. Finally, a figure broke through the barrier and came towards you in a sprint. As the person got closer you recognized your boss running towards you and for the first time you felt a tiny bit of relief.

“Hotch,” You choked out as he reached you. He dropped down beside you, eyes blown wide in panic.

“Are you hurt, y/n?” He asked eyes scanning your face and then down your body looking for any injury. You shook your head, it didn’t matter right now.

“She’s bleeding bad,” You whispered and Hotch looked like he wanted to keep checking on you, but you both knew that you could wait. She couldn’t.

“Yes, okay we need to move her,” Hotch moved so his hands were under her arms, he looked at the young man who had been helping you, “Can you try and lift her legs? Y/N, try and maintain pressure on the wound. Kate, Kate.” He got her attention, “You’re going to be alright.” The men lifted her and you attempted to keep pressure but it was too much, blood seeped through your fingers at an alarming speed.

“Stop! Stop!” Everyone stopped, “It’s not going to work.” You stared up at Hotch, eyes wide with fear.

----

Hotch looked down at you. You were bloody and bruised, lip busted open and eyes red either from pain or from crying or possibly both. You were scared he could see it clear as day in your eyes, but the problem was he was too and the usually stoic man was having trouble hiding it.

Hotch knelt down again grabbing your arms and making you look at him full on.

“Y/N, It’s going to be okay.” He did his best to state it, without question in his inflection. You nodded slightly but you didn’t seem convinced. He wanted to take you in his arms and protect you, “This is my fault.” He didn’t mean to say it out loud but suddenly it was there, you looked shocked so he finished, “I asked you to go with Joyner. I sent you.” You shook your head and Hotch watched your eyes well with tears before you blinked them away.

“No,” Your voice was firm but your eyes were soft. “Don’t do that, Aaron, don’t do that to yourself. It could have been any car. Anyone.” He wished he could believe that but he didn’t argue. He wished it was him. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he grabbed it quickly answering.

“Hello?”

“Hotch,” It was Garcia, she sounded worried.

“What?”

“It’s him! The guy who was helping, he put the bomb there, and then he watched it blow up!” Hotch’s body completely stiffened. You had been alone with him this entire time. His blood boiled.

“You’re sure?” He asked.

“Yes.”

“Thank you, Garcia.”

“Yes, sir.” He hung up and put his phone away slowly, looking over your shoulder at the man who had helped you. He had taken a few steps away but he watched as Hotch looked at him.

“It’s him,” Hotch said.

“What?” Your head swiveled and just like that the man was off and Hotch was on his feet running after him.

----

Morgan watched as the figure he knew as the good samaritan ran and the figure he knew as Hotch got up and chased after him.

“They’re running,” The cop beside him pointed out and Morgan cursed.

“I’m going down there.”

“No- you said we can’t!” Morgan didn’t listen, he took off at a jog down the street towards where you were still hovering over agent Joyner.

“Does anyone in the FBI listen?” The cop yelled after him but it didn’t matter.

----

You watched as Morgan ran up to you, hands still on Joyner’s open back wound. She was starting to slip and if you didn’t do something very soon she was going to die.

“What’s going on?” Morgan asked.

“He was the bomber,” You told him, “We need to do something, now.”

“Am I going to die?” Kate asked from below you, “It’s okay, I just want to know.” You shook your head pressing harder.

“I’ve got you, Kate.” You promised her. Just then, an ambulance came from the opposite direction of the barricade and you almost sobbed with relief. It pulled up to you and someone jumped out.

“I couldn’t sit and watch any longer,” That was all you needed.

“She’s lost a lot of blood,” You moved away so the EMT could take over, Morgan helped him get her onto a bed and into the ambulance.

“You stay with her, I’ll drive,” Morgan ordered before turning to you.

“Go to the barricade, there are EMTs there, go.”

“I’m coming,” Morgan shook his head already getting into the front of the ambulance.

“Y/N, go.” And with that he was off and you and the ringing in your ears were the only things left on the street. You turned as if in slow motion as the adrenaline that had been coursing through you began to dissipate. You began to walk in the direction of the lights and people standing at the other end of the street.

----

The first thing you noticed was that your ears were still ringing, then the headache really set in. You cracked an eye open and groaned at the light.

“You’re awake,”

“Close the curtain.” There was movement and then the light was cut in half. It was enough for you to get your eyes open. Hotch was sitting at the edge of the seat beside the hospital bed you were in. You touched your head and felt the bandages over your ears.

“Concussion,” He told you, “And a ruptured eardrum.” You sat yourself up slightly in bed even though most of your muscles were still screaming.

“Joyner?” You asked. Hotch’s face told you all you needed to know and you fell back into the bed again, eyes to the ceiling.

“Y/N,” His voice was gentle, but you didn’t want to hear whatever wise words he had to offer you. “You did everything you could.” He assured, reaching his hand out hesitantly to grab yours. You looked down at it, and it didn’t seem real. Your hand looked paler, bruised where the IV was. But his hand was so warm around yours, comforting. You squeezed his hand hard, letting a few tears drop onto the cheap hospital blanket.

“I could have lost you.” He whispered, you almost didn’t hear him. “I don’t know what I would have done. You could have been blown backward and cracked your head open. I keep watching that video. You don’t move for almost a minute, 57 seconds. I counted.” His words were coming out in a rush. You were shocked by the confession but you let him continue uninterrupted. “I memorized every second I thought you were dead,” were his eyes wet? His hand tightened around yours, “I never want to feel like that again.”

“Aaron,” You whispered and he looked at you with a sad smile.

“You could have died without me ever getting the chance to tell you I love you.” This was the second hardest impact you had experienced in the last 48 hours.

“What?” Aaron brought the hand he was holding to his lips and kissed it with closed eyes.

“ I love you, it took me a long time to admit it to myself, and even longer to admit it to you, but I love you Y/N and it’s alright if you don’t feel the same. But I needed you to know.” You smiled. It was your turn to pull his hand to your chapped lips, kissing the back of it.

“I love you too, Aaron.”

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juminsmysticmc · 4 years ago

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ohhh so i would love if you could do rfa who‘s child gets hit by a car (Happy End) with v and saeran since the other were really good!😙💚

Minor Trio’s child get hit by a car ( Trigger Warnings, Angst! )

Mention of blood, hospital, death

Hello! I am so happy that you liked the HC! I am more than happy to write it for you! Vanderwood is a ,,Bonus’’, lol! Hope you enjoy! Please tell me your honest opinion! Stay well!

Saeran

You observed your husband playing with your son as you gently rubbed your belly, carrying Saeran’s twin daughters.

You never imagined back then that this day would ever come or that you would feel so much happiness.

This was love, you thought.

Your son accidentally kicked the ball over to your feet, making them both approach you.

,,Isn’t it hot in the sun, Mc?’’ Saeran asked, concerned as he looked up into the clear blue sky. There wasn’t even a single cloud present.

You nodded. ,,You’re right, I’ll wait inside for the both of you,’’ you smiled as you tried to get up, however, Saeran quickly helped you.

The both of you were proud that you chose to buy a house in front of the park where cars drove a bit slower than in the city.

The nature around your home made the atmosphere so beautiful. You were happy that you were able to show your son the beauty of the world.

,,No, Mummy, why do you want to go home?’’ your son whined as he looked at you.

You smiled at him as you ruffled his hair. ,,Mummy is tired and besides, it’s too hot for your sisters!’’ you laughed.

,,Okay! Then I will go with mommy and make her feel fresh with some cold tea!’’ he laughed and took your hand.

You had such a sweet son and you were so happy that you and Saeran seemingly didn’t make any mistakes in your parenting.

Well, maybe you did make a mistake - your son still couldn’t cross the street. He always forgot to look both ways before crossing.

And this time too, Saeran was walking hand in hand with you towards the street to approach your home. You guys just had to cross the street when your son’s ball fell out of his arms, making his one favorite ball roll into the street.

,,Oh no! My ball!’’ he whined as he jumped and ran, speeding on the street.

It all happened so quickly - as you let go of Saeran’s hand to run, at least as much as you could towards him, your sunshine.

Your scream was so loud that Saeran twitched. ,,THE STREET!’’ you cried, but your son simply didn’t look both ways.

The honk made your son stop in the middle of the street as you heard a hit. In front of your eyes, you saw your son falling with blood everywhere.

,,NOO!’’ you screamed louder as the car stopped immediately. Saran approached your son quickly and ever since then, your mind was fuzzy. You couldn’t remember how you got to the hospital, how you cried, or how helpless you were.

You just came back to yourself when your son called your name, his arm and leg was broken, his head was hurting, and the boy was whimpering in fear.

,,I’m here, baby. I won’t let go of you. Tell mommy what you need,’’ you whispered, still relieved that your son had an angel who prevented his death.

Jihyun

Lucy was between the both of you as you walked to the coffee shop where you planned on buying a cake for Lucy as she received a good mark on her test today.

The weather was beautiful, the birds were singing, and your little girl next to you was laughing happily.

,,I am so proud of you! That’s our daughter!’’ you praised her again, making her smile even wider.

Jihyun also told her more than once that he was proud and that he never had such a good mark in math.

,,Really, Daddy?’’ she asked him. She couldn’t believe what her dad was telling her, making you chuckle.

,,Okay, let’s take a picture before we go in,’’ he said, holding his camera up, ready to take a picture.

You nodded and went on your knees, hugging Lucy as you both smiled brightly.

,,Oh, look how good it looks!’’ he told you.

Both you and Lucy approached Jihyun, looking into the camera.

Lucy was behind the both of you as she turned around, seeing a big beautiful balloon shop.

Not being able to stop herself, she gasped as she walked towards it, not noticing that she was in the middle of the street.

,,Lucy, let’s go in. What cake do you want?’’ you asked her. When you turned around, a horrifying scenario played in front of you.

,,JIHYUN!’’ you hissed and grabbed his shoulder as you saw her on the street.

,,LUCY!’’ he called too, trying to run towards her to stop her.

But he was too late.

Before he could even pull her back, a car ran into her, making her fly and fall on the floor a bit further away from the both of you.

The squeaking sound of the brakes was so loud that you had the feeling that no one could eat with your high pitched scream in panic.

Everything and everyone stopped as you ran towards her. The woman who just hit her with the car was already on the phone, crying and talking to a hospital who was sending an ambulance to the site of the accident.

,,Lucy, Lucy… you can’t leave mommy…’’ you sobbed as you put your jacket over her pale body to not make her feel any cold.

You didn’t dare to move her head, scared that you would hurt her even more.

,,She is strong. They will be able to help her, don’t worry,’’ Jihyun said as you kept on sobbing on his chest.

,,What if they take her away from us? I’m such a bad mother. I should have…. oh my God I’m okay if they take her away from us as long as she stays alive,’’ you sobbed, fearing you might lose her in whatever way it may be.

Jihyun could just rub your back as he tried to stay strong for you.

,,She’s alive. She will have a big headache as soon as she wakes up because of the trauma, but she will be able to keep on living without any damage. Just let her rest here for the next few days and then we can send her home.

For the night, the both of you can stay here,’’ the doctor said.

,,I will log into the chatroom to keep them updated,’’ Jihyun said, meaning the RFA.

Of course they all went crazy when they found out and it didn’t take even five minutes until Lucy got transferred to the VIP Room due to Jumin’s connections in the hospital.

You were a big family now, after all, and everyone was willing to support the both of you as good as possible.

There was no way that they could even try to take Lucy away from the both of you because you were still the best parents for her, your daughter.

Vanderwood

It all began to be a beautiful day, so how did this day manage to become a living nightmare for the both of you?

Days passed as you and Vanderwood sat in silence next to each other.

The room was cold, the atmosphere was killing the both of you, and your tears no longer stopped falling as you saw your son.

The machine was keeping him alive.

The tubes around him made him seem dead, even though he was still alive. At least that was what the doctors were telling you.

Vanderwood kept holding your hand as he now observed you, worried for your well being.

He knew that at night you couldn’t sleep anymore.

He knew that even when you managed to close an eye, you were whining and crying in your sleep.

Your skin too was pale as the room and your lips were dry.

You didn’t eat anything, you were barely drinking, and he almost had the feeling that he forgot your voice.

A week ago, your son happily gave you a kiss as he walked to school.

You and Vanderwood sat around the table, having breakfast, when suddenly someone called you.

It wasn’t even 10 AM when the hospital told you that your son was hit by a bus at the bus station.

He and his friends were playing when he was accidentally pushed on the street, a bus coming right at that moment, hitting him.

,,He has fallen into a coma,’’ they told you as you cut the call and looked at Vanderwood with a teary face.

Ever since then, you kept thinking about your life: how you raised him and how you lived with him.

,,I wish I would have walked with him to school,’’ you suddenly whispered. Vanderwood’s heart stopped beating for a second as he heard your words for the first time in a week.

,,I wish I would have let him sleepover at his friend’s house.

I should have bought him the latest PlayStation and I shouldn’t have scolded him a week ago.

I… I regret so many things… What if he dies now? He’s still so young…’’ you sobbed louder.

,,We agreed on not raising such a brat who gets everything.We didn’t want a spoiled boy,’’ Vanderwood tried to calm you down.

However, he managed to make you angry ,,Well, yes, because a dead child is better than a spoiled one, right?!’’ you hissed at him, your face red as you were angry.

,,You know that that’s not what I meant!’’ he hissed.

Suddenly, the both of you found yourself arguing and hissing at each other, but the both of you quickly stopped when a little voice called you.

,,Mommy…’’ your son gagged as the tube was into his mouth, the mask making it impossible for him to say anything.

,,CALL THE NURSE!’’ you hissed and jumped up, approaching your son and stroking his head as you looked at him with a pained face.

,,Everything is okay, everything will be fine. Mommy and Daddy are here. The nurse will be here too, don’t worry,’’ you kept on telling him as your son kept panicking, a sight that broke your heart.

Indeed, the nurse, followed by countless doctors, entered the room.

Vanderwood pulled you apart from the bed as they checked him.

,,He is awake and he is alive…’’ you whispered and hugged Vanderwood, a warmth he hadn’t felt since that all happened.

,,We can send him home the day after tomorrow,’’ the doctor began, telling you what treatment was needed for your son.

But the good news was that he didn’t have anything life threatening and that he could soon live normally again.

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Manipulated Realities (Peter Parker x (female) Reader)

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[Storyline: [Past Far from home] you have been dating Peter for a few years now, not counting the 5 years, because we´re both blipped. He went on the Europe trip while you stayed home due to the fact that your family couldn´t afford the trip and only saw what happened on the tv. It was pretty hard after Mysterio told the world about Spider-Man´s true identity, but Mysterio was dead and you had never gotten into any serious trouble.]

“We should move on, Peter, let´s face that I can´t do this, no matter how hard you try,” you say, looking at your boyfriend, Peter Parker.

“Y/N, it´s really easy, seriously. You just multiply this, add those two together and then subtract this, see,” he tried to explain the task again.

You put down your pen: “I get that, but it doesn´t make sense to me.”

“It´s maths, it´s not suppose to make sense.”

“But how can I fix an issue, that doesn´t even make sense? I don´t get it.”

“Just try to do the maths and the one asking you the question can solve the issue?”

You yawn: “Too much maths today, sorry, babe. I´m actually really tired as well and it´s dark already, so I might be heading home.”

“May said, you could stay for dinner.”

“I know, thank you, but I don´t really want to bother you. And my mum has cooked dinner as well and since she has cooked for four people, I really can´t miss dinner.”

Peter nodded and you started packing up your stuff. As soon as you´re finished, Peter walked you to the door.

“Bye May, thank you so much for having me!,” you yelled towards the kitchen.

May poked around the corner: “Aren´t you staying for dinner?”

“No, sorry, May, I better get home, my sister is over and mum cooked dinner for the four of us and for once not got Take-Away or had her weird boyfriend cook for us.”

“Stay safe, Y/N,” May said, waving goodbye before going back to the kitchen.

Peter hugged you goodbye and kissed you, before opening the door for you. You stepped out of the door, checking if you actually didn´t forget anything.

“Text me, when you´re home, babe,” he said, before waving and closing the door behind you.

You walked down the stairs and onto the still busy streets of Queens. It was Winter and it was freezing outside. Especially now, that it was dark, it got even colder. You pulled your jacket slightly closer and shiver a little. Your home wasn´t far from Peters place if you took the short cut through a less crowded alley. You weren´t supposed to do that at night time, but it was freezing, so you didn´t really care. You just wanted to get home. You were slightly into the alley where no one was walking around right now, when you heard a small help from a small side alley.

“Hello?,” you asked.

“Help,” you heard again.

You were scared, but you wanted to help the person, so you walked into the alley. It was really dark, so you took out your phone and light up the flash light on the phone. There was a man that looked really familiar sitting in the corner. His arms and legs were bleeding and he looked helpless. But the second you recognized the guy, you took a step back and dropped your phone in shock. It crashed to the ground and you could hear the glass splinter.

“This can´t be. You- you are Mysterio! The guy who tried to kill Peter and then exposed him to the world! You should be dead, he saw you dying!,” you exclaimed in pure fright.

“He killed me! Or at least tried to!,” Mysterio grunted.

You picked you phone up with a shaking hand and took a few more steps back. Mysterio tried to move and groaned in pain.

“Please, I can tell you what really happened that night, but I need help right now. Some guy smashed a bottle over my head and I got pieces of glass cutting open my arms and legs with every move.”

“I´m gonna call an ambulance!”

“No, please don´t, Everyone thinks I´m dead, especially Peter and I don´t know what would happen if he figured out I´m not.”

“Fine, what am I supposed to do?”

“Could you please help me up and walk me home?”

“I can help you up, I don´t know about the rest.”

You carefully walked up to him, expecting him to jump up and grab or kill you any second. But he didn´t. He stayed on the ground, hardly moving and groaning the entire time. You crouched down, took one of his bleeding arms, put it over your should, put your arm around his hip and tried to help him up. He was heavy, obviously, since he was a grown man and you had your trouble getting him back on his legs. But with him helping, you eventually got there. As soon as you tried to let go, you felt him struggle standing though, so you kept holding on.

“You should really go and see a doctor. You probably don´t want to die. Again,” you said.

Mysterio nodded: “I´ll be fine, thank you, Y/N.”

You almost dropped the guy next to you in shock: “How do you know my name?”

“Wait, your name is Y/N? I didn´t know to be honest. You just reminded me of someone called Y/N.”

“You´re scary. And I´m sure you´re lying. You are pretty sure just been stalking me. You know I´m with Peter and you use this as some weird way of getting back at Peter for destroying your plans to fool all of us.”

“Wait, you´re Peter´s girlfriend? I am so sorry, he´s the one who´s been fooling everyone. He pretended to be the hero, because he just wanted to be the next Iron Man. Even better than him. He set up the drones with technology he got from Stark to create fictional threats he could defeat without getting into danger. And when I found out, I tried to stop him, but he tried to kill me and almost succeeded. I had to tell the world the truth.”

“Why would I believe you? Peter told me you tried to kill him after he figured out your plan to take over the world!”

“Has Peter ever lied to you?”

You stopped and thought about it. He lied about so many things if you were honest with yourself. Though you didn´t want to be. But he lied about going out so many nights. You knew now that it was because of his duty to safe the world, but back then? You always thought he´d be seeing another girl. But apart from that.

“See, you´re hesitating. I know, Y/N, he has lied to you before. I promise you, I don´t lie. After all, I´m the one, who ended up being dead. Or at least, seemed to be dead since someone rescued me,” Mysterio said.

“If you don´t lie, tell me about yourself! Who are you and who do you think I am?”

“Well, my real name is Quentin Beck. And I´m, I know this sounds weird, uh, but I´m from a different universe. Still from earth though. I don´t know if you know the multiverse theory, but it´s true, all about it. There are several universes. And in my universe, Peter Parker turned evil and he ended up killing my family. So I came here and tried to stop that from happening. I just couldn´t and I´m so, so sorry for that. I didn´t wanted you to go through this again. In my universe, you were my daughter. Peter manipulated you into dating him and ending up killing you, I´m so sorry, honey,” Quentin explained and started crying slightly.

“Mister Beck, I´m really sorry for what happened, but please don´t call me honey. I don´t have a father, he died ages ago and this is all a bit much right now.”

“I´m sorry. But please call me Quentin. Do you believe me?”

“I don´t know. Maybe. Well, yeah, I kind of do. You don´t seem like your lying,” you answered.

“It´s just all so hard to believe. That Peter would actually kill someone or even kill me. He could never. I really don´t want to believe it,” you then added.

Quentin nodded: “I know. Peter is such a nice kid and I really believed and trusted him. I never thought he would try to kill me.”

“What about the elementals though? You told everyone they killed your family!,” you suddenly realized.

“I know, I had to. I couldn´t tell the world, Peter Parker or well, Spider-Man killed my family. I didn´t wanted everyone to be terrified of him, even though he never did anything. So, I blamed the elementals that Peter made up, because they were evil all along.”

You nodded: “Makes sense.”

You started thinking about all the stuff Quentin just told you while walking him home. His place wasn´t too far from yours and he promised you to stop by during the next days. When you entered your flat, you mum immediately came from the living room.

“Oh my, there you are! Y/N, I was so worried, why didn´t you pick up or responded to my texts? I even called May, because I was so worried! She thought about sending Peter to find you! You scared me! And May and Peter. I need to call May immediately telling her you´re back!,” your mum practically yelled and ran back into the lounge.

You took off your jacket and put it in the wardrobe and kicked your shoes into a corner, before following her into the living room. Her weird boyfriend Gutes and your older sister Kylie were sitting on the couch, talking. They didn´t even seem to realize you when you enter the room.

“Good evening,” you said, trying not to yell.

The sudden silence startled you a little. Kylie and Gutes stopped talking and looked at you, before Kylie jumped up and ran up to you to hug you.

“Oh, you´re okay, Y/N! I was so scared, if wouldn´t know what I´d do if something happened to you! You´re the only sister I have!”

“No worries, Kylie, I´m alright. Just, on my way home, I found a man that was badly injured and I had to wait for the ambulance. That´s all. I just forgot to call, you know me.”

“That can´t happen again, Y/N, May and Peter have to do enough already. May is just trying to call Peter to tell him, you´re alright,” your mum complained after she hang up the phone.

“I just helped someone, what is so wrong with that? It´s something Peter is supposed to do but didn´t do after all. So called superhero,” you yelled.

Gutes was the only one still sitting at the couch not saying anything. You´re mum stepped closer while you took a step back. You wouldn´t admit it, but you were terrified of her, since she has hit you before when she got angry. “Oh, would you look at that, my adopted daughter thinks of herself as a hero who doesn´t have to inform her family any more if she´s saving someone,” she yelled back.

You flinched: “I´m gonna go to my room, I don´t want to do this right now.”

With that, you left the living room and went to your own little space. As soon as you closed the door, you started crying. You hated it, when she called you adopted. You were adopted, but that was not the point. You were supposed to be like a family, you were two when she adopted you and you have spent all of your life with her as your mum. But when she got mad, she called you adopted a lot, because she knew it made you feel like a lesser part of the family.

You climbed out of your window and onto the fire ladder, just staring down. You could see Quentin´s flat from your seat. Actually, you could even see Quentin, cooking something, even with both of his arms and legs bandaged. He was really concentrated and didn´t pay any attention to you watching. He was done rather soon after you sat down and left the room, turning off the light. Suddenly, someone stepped next to you. Peter.

“You´re alive, babe, thank the oceans. I was so worried about you! You could´ve been hurt or dead or I don´t know what!”

“What happened really? That day in London, when Mysterio died.”

“What? Why do you want to know that?,” Peter asked confused and sat down next to you.

“I just want to know.”

“Well, I told you. Mysterio used the E.d.i.t.h. glasses to bring the Stark drones to earth, weaponized them and staged a huge fight between him and some avengers level threat to become one of the biggest heros on the planet. And in the process he tried to kill MJ, Ned and Betty and well, sort of Flash, but he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. In the end, Mysterio got hit by one of the drones and died.”

“Have you ever lied to me?”

Silence. Peter was thinking. Sure, he knew he had lied to you about being Spider-Man and obviously about being busy at night time and even MJ knew before you did, but apart from that, he didn´t really remember lying to you.

“No, of course not. Not after you knew I was Spider-Man. And before that just about being Spider-Man, you know that.”

You nodded: “Did you check if Mysterio was actually dead?”

“Well, sort of, I guess. I asked the Edith glasses and they said yes. Or well, I asked, if there were any more projections and the glasses said no.”

“So, you don´t know if he´s actually dead.”

“He is, trust me!,” Peter said.

You looked towards Quentin´s kitchen window. Still no light. Maybe it was better this way. If Peter didn´t figure out that Quentin was still alive, it would be better.

“So, the glasses listened to you as well?,” you asked next.

“Well, to be honest, Stark gave them to me rather than Mysterio, I was the one who gave them to Mysterio.”

“So, you lied to me about the glasses? You never told me they were yours!”

“I didn´t lie, I just didn´t tell the irrelevant part of the story. What is up with you tonight?”

You sighed: “Sorry, Peter, I don´t know what to think right now. But, I want us to stop seeing each other for a bit. I need a break, I really don´t know if I can still trust you right now, I´m really sorry.”

“You- Are you saying-,” Peter stopped.

“We should break up, yeah. For now. I need to figure some stuff out, I am really, really sorry.”

Peter nodded and got up: “I guess, I should leave. Thank you for 2 amazing years, Y/N.”

“Thank you, Peter,” you whispered.

You turned your face away to hide your tears. Peter, jumped off and left you alone with your tears. You felt bad for breaking up if you were honest, but what other choice did you have? He lied to you and who knew what else he was lying about. Maybe, everything that Quentin said was true. Maybe, Peter was the villain here. In that moment, you see the light in Quentin´s kitchen being turned back on. A few seconds later, he stepped up to the window and looked around a couple of seconds until he spotted you, sitting crying on the fire ladder. He waved with one of his bandaged hands. You waved back, still crying.

You just sat on the ladder for a bit longer, before heading inside and to bed. It was till quite early, but the evening was a mess and you didn´t feel like staying up any longer.

When you got up in the next morning, you didn´t feel any better. Your eyes were red circled from crying and hardly sleeping last night, you felt slightly sick and you were just not ready to get up and go to school. But you had to, no way around it. So you forced yourself out of bed, put on some cloths and went to the kitchen. Gutes was sitting there talking to your mum while your sister made pancakes.

“Oh, good morning, Y/N, I´m so, so sorry for last night. I was just so worried about you, I didn´t mean to,” your mum apologized as soon as she saw you entering the kitchen.

You shook your head: “Doesn´t matter, I just had a bad day yesterday.”

“What happened?”

“It´s just- Peter keeps lying to me. And I don´t know, I feel like I couldn´t trust him any more, so I broke up with him last night. He came over and I told him, that it´s probably better, if we stop this for now. But we´ve been dating for two years, I just don´t know, if I wasted the best relationship I could´ve gotten or the past two years,” you tried to explain and almost began to cry.

Your mum came up to hug you: “It´s alright, honey.”

You pushed her slightly away from you and took your lunch as well as one of the pancakes: “Sorry, I´ll head out, need some space right now.”

After your mum nodded, you just left the house, slowly walking to the bus stop while eating your plain pancake. As soon as you got on the bus, you could see Peter sitting there on his own. He looked at you for a second, almost slightly smiling, before looking at his phone again. His eyes were red as well. Obviously. It wasn´t easy for either of you two. You felt bad, so you looked away, walked past him and sat down in the back of the bus. You took out your phone and your headphones and put on some music.

When you arrived at the school, you were the last to get off the bus, just so you could do better in staying away from Peter. You watched him from afar, greeting Ned and MJ, before heading into the building. He was probably about to tell them what happened, what was fine, but maybe for now it was better, to stay slightly away from them. Just in case.

“Y/N, wait up,” Betty suddenly yelled and ran up to you, before hugging you.

“You look horrible,” she added.

“Well, I don´t feel to good either to be honest,” you answered.

“Does that have to do with the fact, that you aren´t with Peter right now?”

You nodded: “We broke up. Or, I did. I don´t- it just didn´t feel right.”

“Hey, that´s alright! I´m still with you!”

Betty and you have been close friends for a bit, so you ended up spending most of the day with her. The day started off quietly, but after Flash found out, you were single again, he wouldn´t stop flirting and asking you out, no matter how often you told him, that you weren´t interested in dating him.

“Hey, Y/N, MJ and I are gonna catch up with some others in the Café later on, you want to come?,” Betty asked after school.

You shook your head: “No, sorry, I´d better go home. Besides, MJ probably hates me.”

“I don´t think she does, but it´s fine. We´ll catch up tomorrow, yeah?”

“Of course,” you answered before getting on the bus.

You looked if you could spot Peter anywhere, but when you couldn´t, you relaxed a little. You sat down and started listening to music again.

Back at home, you sat down on the fire ladder again, starting to figure out your homework. The fresh air was a good way to concentrate. You hadn´t done much, when someone sat down on the stairs just next to you.

“Are you alright?,” Quentin asked.

You stopped writing and looked at him: “Yeah, sure, why wouldn´t it be?”

“I´ve seen you coming out here last night just shortly after you got home and well, I´ve seen Peter leaving and you looked quite upset.”

“Well, it´s just, we´ve talked about trust and I realized that he´s been lying a lot to me. So I- well, I broke up with him.”

“I´m so sorry, Y/N, he should´ve been honest with you.”

“Well, I guess you´re just not honest when you are the villain. Because telling people that you killed someone or maybe threatened them does not make people like you.”

You chuckled: “That´s true.”

“Dinner!,” your mum yelled from inside.

“Oh, and bring your friend, I can see you´re talking to someone!,” she then added.

You nodded towards Quentin: “Well, I think you´re invited for dinner!”

The two of you headed down into the living room. Gutes and your sister were already sitting at the table and your mum just brought in the last bit of food.

“This is Quentin Beck! He´s the guy I saved last night,” you explained.

You mum put down the food before shaking Quentins Hand.

“I´m (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), I´m (Y/N) mum,” you mum introduced herself.

“It´s a pleasure to meet you, Misses (Y/L/N),” Quentin answered.

“And these are my mums boyfriend Gutes Guterman and my sister Kylie,” you introduced the two people sitting at the dinner table.

“Really nice to meet you,” Kylie said, while Quentin just waves awkwardly.

“I really thought, your friend is your age,” your mum whispered to you, before sitting down.

“Thank you for dinner, Misses (Y/L/N),” Quentin said after dinner.

Your mum nodded: “Well, it was a pleasure having you over for dinner!”

“And I´m honestly really sorry for what happens next, but your daughter was just dating the wrong person. You know, you get involved in stuff when dating a hero. And so does your family,” Quentin suddenly said and got up.

You looked confused towards him until you realized that Gutes was getting up as well. And suddenly, everything happened at once. Gutes and Quentin pulled out guns, Quentin dragged you from your seat and pressed it against your head. Gutes didn´t precisely point the gun anywhere. You started to realize your mistake.

“We don´t want to kill anyone, so don´t make us and just follow our instructions. I want to go public again and be a superhero. The story behind it will be, that my wife and my daughters escaped the elementals on my earth and managed to get through a portal to this earth. The found me, almost dead, and saved my life. And you will be playing my family. You´ll even get some attention, isn´t that great? The family of a superhero who is at the same time the only reason this hero is still alive,” Quentin explained his plan.

“Why did you make me break up with Peter then?,” you asked confused.

“He´s always around you, he wouldn´t have let you close to me at all and if he knew I was still alive, I probably wouldn´t be any more by now.”

“So, it´s nothing big. I just need you to pretend to be my family on tv. And, to make this whole thing more believable, I get to move in with you. Also, so I can check you´re not doing anything behind my back!,” he then added.

Your mum just nodded and Quentin took the gun away from your head. Your legs gave up underneath you and you dropped to the ground, shaking violently. You were terrified and felt so guilty. None of this would´ve happened, if you never dated Peter in the first place. Or broke up with him. Or met Quentin. But, your mum dated Gutes and how did he fit into the picture?

“Who are you really, Gutes?,” your mum asked, seemingly reading your mind.

“Gutes Guterman. Former employee of Tony Stark and part of Quentin Beck´s Crew. And, as amazing as you are (Y/M/N), not actually in love with you. I was just supposed to spy on (Y/N),” he explained.

During the conversation, Quentin sat down next to you, pulling you in a hug. You didn´t complain or pushed him away, you were just way too terrified of him right now.

“It´s gonna be alright, honey, I promise,” he then said as if he was actually your dad.

You were disgusted by him saying honey, but too scared to say anything, so you just let it happen. Why did you trust Quentin?

Quentin lets go of you and gets back up while you just stay sitting on the ground.

“So, this is what´s going to happen,” he started explaining.

Everyone stayed quiet, unmoving, except for you who was shaking.

“I´m going to create a threat, threathening Y/N, my beloved daughter. I´ll safe her, looking like I came back from the dead, being a hero once again. Y/N explaines to the media, how she looked for me after I did all these hero things and failed to safe the world from Spider-Man, found me, helped me back into life and started dating Spider-Man solely for spy purposes. Because, obviously the media knows you as Spider-Mans girlfriend. Everyone is happy and I can be the next Iron Man, that´s perfect isn´t it? And Y/N even get´s famous as the one who saved the greatest hero of all time.”

“Wait, you´re risking my daughters life to get famous?”

“Who said that I´d risk her life? She´ll be perfectly safe, I can control what happens.”

“What- what if I say no? If I don´t cooperate?,” you asked, your voice still shaky.

Gutes cocks his gone.

“You love your sister and mother, right?,” Quentin asked.

You nodded.

“Well, in that case, I would stick to my plan.”

You nodded lightly. Great, how did you end up in this mess?

You looked down onto your watch. You were almost at the bridge. Ten more minutes. Quentin told you, to be standing in the middle of the bridge. One of his Crew members would get out of the car, armed, shooting around, not actually hurting anyone and then take you hostage. You hated the plan, you hated Quentin and you hated the fact you believed him. It was your fault you ended up in this mess. You tried not to start crying as you were terrified. You messed up pretty badly.

The bridge. You look at your watch again. Five minutes. You took out your phone, checking your surroundings. If no one was watching, you could maybe sneak Peter a message. You could hardly hold onto your phone, you were way too scared. But the coast was clear. This was your chance.

I´m so sorry. I need your help. I´m at

A loud noise made you look up. You hit sent within the second. And you were right about it. Gunshots were ringing through the air. People started screaming. You rolled onto the ground instantly. You knew that you didn´t have to, because you weren´t supposed to be hurt, but there was no reason to trust the person who lied to you all along.

You couldn´t actually tell what was going on or what happened, but you felt yourself being pulled back onto your feet. For a second, you hoped it was Peter, but when the person pulled you closer to him and pressed a gun at your temple. You tried to relax, though the situation made that plan rather hard.

“Everyone stand down or I´ll shoot her,” Quentin´s Crewmember yelled directly into your ear causing you to flinch.

“Get your hands of my daughter!,” Quentin yelled.

People around us gasped. I heard some of them yelling “Mysterio”, not believing that he´s actually alive. You rolled your eyes. Before you could react to anything, you were pushed to the ground. A woman ran over to you, helping you up immediately and taking you slightly from the fight. You knew it was fake. Mysterio fake fought his crewmember. The woman next to you was getting almost uncomfortably close, trying to protect you. You carefully push her a little to the side.

“I´m alright, Ma´am,” you said softly.

She looked at you: “I´m sorry. Of course you are. I just didn´t want you to get hurt, Mysterio almost lost his own life, no reason to loose his daughter too.”

“I´m not-,” you stopped.

Quentin was way too close to you. If you said something, you would mess up.

“I´m not in danger, he seems to be busy enough. But thank you,” you answered, smiling at her.

We stood down, watching Quentin and his henchman fight until the henchman pretended to be defeated and ran off. Everyone around us started cheering and clapping. Quentin walks up to you and pulls you into a hug. You carefully put your arms around him, not really wanting to hug him but knowing, that he is gonna hurt the people you care about if you don´t. You feel him moving, he´s looking for the press to announce his comeback. To announce how you saved his life back in London, you, his daughter.

Before he could even say anything you hear it: “Get your hands off of her!”

Peter. It was Peter. You tried to get away from Quentin, but he held you close to him. He was way too strong for you to get away.

“What are you doing Mysterio?,” a woman yelled, confused about him not letting me go.

“I´m trying to protect my angel!”, he tried to explain.

“Then let me go and fight him,” you answered.

You try not to show, but Quentin´s grip got even stronger and he slightly turned your arm around, indicating to stop your behaviour.

Peter was just watching. He knew, if he tried anything now, he would risk your life.

“I can take you daughter and protect her, then you can fight Spider-Man,” yelled another woman.

She ran towards Quentin. Quentin was slightly distracted and loosened his grip for a moment. You used that moment, pushed yourself out of his grip and started running. Peter realized and jump towards Quentin.

“That´s not my dad! Spider-Man is my Boyfriend, Mysterio manipulated me to hurt him,” you yelled, running towards the group of people staring.

When you stopped running, you started telling everyone what happened: “Back in London, the person who tried to be the next Iron Man, the person who was alright with casualties, the person who tried to kill Spider-Man, it´s Mysterio. Mysterio is the Villain. And he tried to tell the world that I´m his daughter to get out of this.”

And people started talking about what I just said.

A few days later, you were sitting outside on the fire ladder. Almost scared, you looked towards the apartment that Quentin used to live him. Everything was dark. Luckily. Your Mum broke up with her boyfriend and everything about Quentin was finally out of your life. After the incident on the bridge, most of his henchmen and Quentin himself were arrested. Peter was still out as Spider-Man to the entire planet, but at least, he´s not the villain any more.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps next to you. You look up to see Peter. You didn´t talk much during the past days, but you just needed to talk to him. He sat down next to you and you both stayed silent for a little while.

“I´m sorry,” you suddenly started.

He looked at you.

“I´m sorry for not trusting you. And honestly, I´m even more sorry about breaking up with you. I can understand if you don´t want to forgive me, but honestly, I just need you back in my life.”

Peter came closer to you and put his arm around you. You leaned your head onto his shoulder, carefully.

“It´s not just your fault. We both messed up. I really shouldn´t have lied to you. There was no shame in telling you about the glasses and about the incident and I still didn´t. You had every right not to trust me. I´m really sorry too.”

He looked at you: “But we´re okay. I never stopped loving you. We should just pretend this never happened.”

You nodded: “Agreed. I love you too!”

Peter pressed his lips onto yours and the world seemed a little better, even if it was just for the moment.

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schrijverr · 4 years ago

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What’s up with that Sims guy?

After the Apocalypse Jon becomes an uni teacher, three students take in interest in what’s up with this weird new professor.

On AO3.

Ships: JonMartin

Warnings: none, but tell me if I missed anything or if you want me to tag something!

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Time and space moves differently around the Fears, something that could be confusing and strange, but also pretty handy as Jon and Martin had discovered during the Apocalypse. It meant that when they’d turned the world back to normal, banishing the Fears far away, no one had even noticed it had happened.

With Elias, uhm Jonah, gone their ties to the Institute had lessened. However, Jon was still depended on statements, but Martin had decided that being away from it all would be better for him, so Jon was now working part time, while Martin kept an eye on the place.

Which is how Jon had ended up as a professor at a university. He was filling in, because the current professor had gotten pregnant and they hadn’t been able to find someone more suitable than Jon to replace her temporarily.

Jon knew he didn’t have the credentials necessary, but he Knew everything with the help of the Beholding, so he hoped that would be enough to get him through the year.

So here he was, standing in front of a big hall that was slowly filling up with students, who were eyeing him with a mix of curiosity, confusion and uneasiness.

Once everyone had settled down he took a deep breath and started: “Hello everyone, I’m Jonathan Sims and I’m replacing your previous professor until she returns from her maternity leave. I have an oversight of what you all need to know and do this semester, so lets get started with that right away.”

Jane looked down at their new professor and shifted in her seat uneasily. He was strange, or at least had a strange aura surrounding him. Jane wasn’t once for judging on appearances, but it was hard not to wonder what the Hell had let a man such at him to this.

He was short, sure, but he wasn’t small and he had a big presence to make up for it. His black hair was streaked with gray, but he had a youthful face that didn’t quite match up, although the tiredness that hung around him seemed old.

Beside that he was also littered with scars. It was hard not to notice the white circles that contrasted with his dark skin, it could be acne scars if they hadn’t been on his exposed forearms as well and so perfectly round. And those weren’t even his only scars, the entire palm on his right had was covered with a burn mark and the open buttons on the top of his shirt exposed a white thin scar across his throat.

So, yeah, strange.

He started to introduce himself and his voice was posh and low, but overall pleasant to listen to, she supposed. This didn’t stop her from exchanging a small look with Jesse, her best friend. Jesse raised her brows at her and the message was received, they were so going to talk about this later.

Later came as soon as they were out the door. Jesse leaned over and said: “Tell me I wasn’t the only one who got a weird vibe from that guy.”

Jane laughed and shook her head and answered: “You weren’t, I mean, this who building is filled with stuffy academics and suddenly this random dude walks in with the scars of a thug? That’s weird.”

Jesse nodded and asked: “What do you think happened to him?”

“I don’t know.” Jane shrugged, “But it seems pretty rude to just ask.”

Jesse sighed, then perked up with a realization: “We could plant a seed in Sams head.”

“No, you wouldn’t.” Jane said, mischief bubbling up inside her eyes. They had known Sam since their first year and were pretty close with the guy. Sam was also known for not being the most delicate or observant and unafraid to ask personal questions. If he was curious, he would ask.

“I would.” Jesse grinned back, she tugged her along through the crowd with an: “Come on!”

They found Sam easy enough and Jesse plopped down next to him and started: “Hey, Sam. What did you think of our new professor?”

Sam shrugged and scratched his forehead as he said: “Dressed like every other pretentious asshole in here, posh accent. But seemed to know his stuff. Normal teacher if you ask me. Why?”

Jesse inflated: “Come on. Don’t tell me you haven’t even noticed!”

“Noticed what?” Sam asked with a frown.

“The scars.” Jane said.

“Oh, were they scars.” Sam said, “I thought he had weird freckles.”

“Weird fr-” Jesse began before cutting herself off and asking: “Aren’t you curious why they’re there? I’ve never seen scars like that.”

“And the burnt hand and the scar on his neck.” Jane continued, “Those don’t appear randomly.”

Both looked at her now, heads to the side in confusion. Jane said: “Oh, didn’t see those?”

Jesse and Sam shook their heads. “Well,” Jane explained, “He has this burn on his hand like he gripped a hot burning coal or something and this line here,” she drew on her neck with her finger to signal where it was, “like someone tried to slit his throat. Makes me wonder what he did before this job.”

The three of them fell silent. Lost in thought to what could’ve happened to their new mysterious professor before all of this.

The next lesson didn’t clear anything up in the slightest. While they were discussing the 17th century literature circles Sam had raised his hand signaling he had a question. Jane and Jesse, who had decided to sit behind him tensed up. He got called on and asked: “Dr. Sims, what did you do before this?”

Dr. Sims frowned and pushed up his glasses, before saying: “You don’t have to call me doctor, it wouldn’t be deserved. Just Sims is fine, or Mr. Sims if that feels better. And I’m the A- an archivist.”

“Am?” Sam blurted out.

Sims laughed humorlessly and said: “Yeah, part time now.”

Then he went back to the lesson and didn’t acknowledge any more questions about his life. Jane didn’t know how he did it, but he seemed to just know which people had questions about the lesson and which about him.

She walked out the hall with Sam and Jesse, who said: “That wasn’t insightful at all.”

Jane agreed: “Yeah, in what danger would an archivist be that leaves that kind of scarring?”

Sam shrugged and pulled out his phone as he said: “I can Google it.” the he muttered more to himself: “What kind of danger experiences an archivist, cool yeah.”

Jesse strained her neck to look on his screen and asked: ‘Well, what does it say?”

“Nothing much actually. Just a bunch of online archives and stuff.” Sam said.

Jane had a bit of a light bulb moment and suggested: “What if you type in Jonathan Sims?”

“Jonathan?” Jesse asked.

Jane shrugged and said: “It’s how he introduced himself during the first lecture.”

Sam typed in the name and his eyebrows crept further up to his hairline as he read the results of his search. Jesse couldn’t take it anymore and ripped the phone out of his hand, quickly scanning the page and gasping. Jane was now also curious and asked: “Well, tell me.”

She showed her the screen and Jane read the headlines. ‘Explosion at the Wax Museum, two survivors.’ The small excerpt reads: Last night there was an explosion at the wax museum, cause is still unknown, but suspected attack. Two survivors were found on the scene. Basira Hussain and Jonathan Sims, the latter of which is in a coma…

Underneath that is another headline. ‘Attack at the Magnus Institute unearths body of former archivist Gertrude Robinson’ with a picture of a big fire brigade, some police and an ambulance under it, she can vaguely make out Sims getting loaded into the back of one of them.

And lastly a small report into the murder of Gertrude Robinson, listing Jonathan Sims as one of the suspects along with one about an older guy, who was apparently found dead in Sims office.

Jane leaned back and whispered: “What the actual fuck.”

After that the rumors spread over the campus and by the time the next lecture rolled around the whole room was buzzing with nervous energy. Sims took one look around the room and sighed: “You are probably not going to let this go in favor of learning something that will actually be useful. Correct?”

A murmur went through the crowd, they had realized that the rumors had most likely reached Sims, but they hadn’t realized he’d be so straightforward about it.

“Okay.” Sims said, “I am willing to sacrifice ten minutes of my lecture for inquiries, but I will not promise to answer.”

Then he waited. Sam was the first to raise his hand and when called upon he asked: “How did you get the scars?”

Sims thought about it, the class thought he was thinking about how to bring it delicately and thoughtful, but inside Jons mind he heard Martin laugh at him and tell him he was an idiot after Jon had told someone the round scars had come from tripping. In hindsight it hadn’t been a good excuse, so Jon decided that vague was probably the safest way to go and said: “A workplace incident.”

Without raising his hand this time Sam asked: “Did it happen during the attack on your workplace? Why would anyone even attack archives?”

“The Archives are a small place in a big organization.” Jon began to explain, ignoring the fact that the Archives had been the target, “And in the end it turned out to be an aggressive infestation, just an accident.”

“Why your institute then?” Sam asked.

“Depends on if you believe in the paranormal, but you have to excuse me, Mr. Jacobs. It seems you are not the only one with questions.” Sims replied, then he turned to the other side and said: “Yes, Ms. Hendrickson?”

“Did you murder anyone?” she asked, clapping her hand over her mouth afterwards in shame of the question that she had blurted out.

Sims didn’t react to the harsh and accusatory question, just said: “If I murdered anyone, I wouldn’t be here, but in prison, don’t you agree?” then he smiled, but somehow Jane didn’t feel comforted by it.

Jesse spoke up, causing Jane to duck into herself in the hope that she wouldn’t be noticed in her seat next to Jesse. She asked: “Then who murdered them?”

Sims huffed a breath, blowing a strand of hair out of his face in the process and answered: “That would’ve been my former boss, I have to say I’m happy to see him gone and his replacement is more than capable.” he looked at the clock and clapped his hands, making more than a few people flinch. Then he stated: “That’s enough questions, time’s up. Lets get back to the symbolism in poetry during the Renaissance.”

And so life continued with Sims as their professor. There was still something uneasy about him, like he was just a sliver off in a way you couldn’t pinpoint, but felt in your bones.

But he was actually quite nice. Which was weird in itself, since he could be pretty prickly and snappy if he found your reasoning or answer particularly stupid or ignorant and he was generally grumpy, but that changed completely if you actually had a problem and needed help. He would listen and then explain with the things you could understand, it was as if he could look at you and know what you needed to understand. That was also strange, but it was nice to have someone explain so correctly.

He was also a walking encyclopedia. He had fun fact about everything and when they said everything they meant everything. When he noticed Mary had died her hair he said: “I like your hair, did you know hair dye contains over 5.000 chemicals.”

Then when Jamie asked what kind of tea he was drinking he answered: “Lady Grey, it was created by Twinings in the early 1990s to appeal to the Nordic market, which found Earl Grey too strong.”

While discussing Oscar Wilde he commented: “Funny how important this guy is, since he has only published one novel in his life.”

When Kyra stumbled in late telling him the taxi had broken, he replied with: “Well cars have about 30.000 parts, so it isn’t far fetched that something broke.”

The funniest part about it was that it just happened to slip out it seemed. He was also just as surprised as them when something like that tumbled out of his mouth and he always covered it up with a small cough, before ignoring it had happened and moving on with his lesson.

It had become a bit of a game among students to make him say a fun fact. Sims had caught on to it, but he didn’t seem to mind all that much, his lips only tightening the littlest amount and his eyes tiring slightly.

So all in all, after two moths of lessons they felt like they knew the guy. He was nice in a grumpy way, could tear you apart verbally if he wanted to, had a lot of facts and worked part time as an archivist, which was apparently a pretty dangerous job.

Jane, Jesse and Sam had become pretty close to him, often staying after class to ask a few questions about the subject, help clean up, try to pry into his private life. The last thing never seemed to work, but it was fun to try and Sims had never let on that he minded it. He even seemed to enjoy their little chats.

Then one time after class, he suddenly looked up, frowned and stalked out of the hall. Quickly sharing glances the three followed after him, curious what had gotten his attention so suddenly.

They walked through a bunch of the main halls, then through a few quiet corridors until they were much further than hearing range, making them slightly uncomfortable. There was a kid, first year probably, barely an adult still very much baby faced, crying on the floor, knees drawn tight to his chest.

Cautiously Sims approached him and gently lowered himself to the ground. The kid looked up at him with a startled face, but Sims shushed him and gently asked: “What’s wrong?”

There was something off about the words, something compelling. The kid starts to speak, he had a slightly northern accent: “It’s all so different here with the big buildings and large crowds with loads of people everywhere, still I’m all by myself. No one want to talk to the dumbass from north, who has trouble with the tubes, you know.” he sniffled a sad chuckle, “And everything is just so overwhelming and I have no one to guide me or to talk to and I hate it. Then I saw everyone just talking about a party and I know it’s dumb, but I heard them say they were going to invite everyone and someone asked even me, but then they laughed and said of course not and I just couldn’t anymore, so I went here and I cried.”

It seemed he was finished and went back to small sniffles and silent tears. Sims gently put a hand on the kids knee and said: “Did that help?”

“Yeah,” the kid looked at him, “bit cathartic, honestly. Sorry for the trouble.”

“Oh, it’s no problem, Edward.” Sims said.

The kid didn’t seem to realize it, but the three silent watchers noticed the kid had never mentioned his name.

Sims went on: “If you like, you can come over to my lecture hall. There are a few older years there, nice people, who I’m sure will want to help you. And a cup of tea.”

Edward rubbed his eyes and said: “They wouldn’t want to talk to me, I’m a loser and I don’t want the to think I’m even more one by telling them what happened.”

“I’m sure you won’t have. They’ve been where you are.” Sims responded, there was a bit of an edge to his voice and they realized he knew they were there and he was right. Jesse had been too brash, Jane too shy and Sam too blunt, it’s what had made them flock together. It was much better now, but they all remembered those awful first weeks. Without saying a word they hurried back to Sims hall.

When he came back they were making tea and lounging around. Jesse greeted him: “Hey, Sims. Where were you suddenly off to?”

Jane pushed her slightly and said: “Don’t pry.” then she turned back, “Want a cuppa, we just put on the kettle?”

Sims smiled and said: “I’d like that, could you make one for my friend, Edward here, as well. I had forgotten I was going to meet him, he’s curious about the Minor course and I thought maybe you could tell him a bit about it. If it isn’t any trouble, of course.”

“Of course not.” Jane smiled, then gestured to a chair: “Here, come sit with us.”

Edward did and later left feeling much better with a few new friends.

Friends, who were beginning to be suspicious about their teacher. They had a lengthy discussion about his knowing stuff and his spooky vibe. But no certain conclusion could be made and they decided that the mission for this year was finding out at least one personal fact about their teacher to prove he was at least somewhat normal.

They didn’t have to wait long. Their classes had been thrown around due to an unfortunate miscommunication. So two classes were switched, causing Sims to teach on Wednesday instead of Thursday for just one week. He looked a bit pale that day, but nothing out of the ordinary. It was the season, so no one spared it a second thought. Until a larger man came through the door after a gentle knock.

He was tall, about 6ft2, and chubby with a crème sweater and jeans. His face was freckled and he wore a gentle smile like it was second nature. His hair was curly and looked very soft, he in his entirety looked soft, you know, like the kind of person you know gives good hugs the moment you see them.

Sims was the only one who didn’t seem startled by his knock, just looked at the man and frowned as he said: “Martin, what are you doing here?”

“Sorry, sorry, Jon.” the man, Martin, said apologetically, “I know you said not to come and such, but I saw you had forgotten your statement and I know how you can get without them, so I thought I’d bring them to you.”

“I was going to read it tomorrow.” Sims said, “It can wait for one day. It’s not like it used to be.”

“Yeah, I know that as well, but we agreed that a rhythm would be good for you and your body to get used to.” Martin replied, holding out a folder.

Sims grabbed the folder and sighed: “You’re probably right, annoying as that may be, but couldn’t it wait till after I was done?”

“No, I’m meeting Daisy to discuss the proper storage of a Hunt artifact and you know how Daisy can be.” he answered.

“Yeah, I know.” Sims chuckled, absentmindedly touching the scar on his neck.

“Besides, I wanted to see you.” Martin said, then he brushed a lock of hair, that had freed itself from Sims’ messy bun, behind Sims ear and pecked him on the cheek. Turning to leave immediately after calling out over his shoulder: “Read it, Jon! And don’t forget to pick up milk on the way back if you want any good tea.”

Martin opened the door and Sims smiled, like a real and soft and dopey smile, as he touched his cheek and yelled back: “I will, say hi to Daisy from me.”

Then Martin was gone and the silence that had fallen over the hall with Martins entrance was broken. Multiple people called out questions and it was a bit of a chaos. It took a few minutes to get everyone settled down again and Sims returned to his lecture as if nothing happened. Sam called out from the second row: “Really, Sims? Nothing?”

Sims shoulders sagged, he had clearly hoped he could get away with it and was sad that it hadn’t worked. He said: “Mr. Jacobs, although I appreciate your interest in my personal life, I hope that I don’t have to explain how normal it is for my husband to come bring me something I forgot at home.”

The hall exploded again, but Sims ignored it all again telling them there were more important things to talk about, for example the lecture, which will be on the exam.

For Jane, Jesse and Sam it was enough. Their teacher was weird and off, but he was nice enough and if someone as soft looking as the Martin figure was willing to marry him, then he was good enough in their opinion and not worth the detective work.

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moviesbuff · 4 years ago

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Taken

When TK is taken hostage on a call, Carlos and Owen do everything they can to get him back safe.

Huge thanks to my good friend @a1kitkat for encouraging me to write this. And correcting my many mistakes. Any remaining mistakes are my own. This is my first fic ever. Likes and reblogs are much appreciated.

Marjan looked up from her book; TK had been on his phone since their shift started.

“How’s it going with Carlos?” Marjan eventually asked. And TK smiled innocently.

“It’s great. He’s great.”

“Are you blushing?” Marjan gently teased and TK laughed, his eyes alight with happiness. “I’m happy that you’re happy, TK. You deserve it.”

He smiled, still blushing but before he could say another word, the alarm began to sound, signaling an incoming call.

They immediately sprung into action, heading to the truck with the rest of the team. Owen grabbed the radio for an update, reports weren't clear but he told the team to be prepared for anything though it was suspected a person was in distress on a balcony.

"Possible jumper?" Marjan asked.

"Not sure, we'll find out when we get there," Owen replied. "Police are enroute too."

TK tried to mask his smile, knowing the officer being dispatched could potentially be Carlos. He loved catching glimpses of him while on duty.

When they arrived, they saw a man lying down on a balcony.

“He’s not moving. Judd, get on the ladder and bring him down. TK, Mateo, Paul set up an airbag just in case. Marjan, be ready to assess him for injuries.” Owen told his team.

as Judd was on the ladder going up to the victim, he radioed Owen “I see someone on the ground on the other side, I think he fell from the balcony.”

“Yeah, Copy that. I’ll send TK and Marjan to check it out.” Owen told Judd.

Carlos pulled up just as TK and Marjan left to check on their second victim. Carlos came up to Owen and Owen filled him in on the situation.

TK and Marjan found the second victim behind some trees. Marjan immediately checked for a pulse, she looked up at TK and shook her head. On his belt, they saw a badge. The victim was a cop. She reached her radio “Captain, He’s dead.”

“Ok, Don't move his body. Just get back here and help set up the airbag.” Owen responded. TK and Marjan rushed back to the team.

Judd reached the balcony and started towards the unconscious victim but as he reached to check his pulse, was surprised when he began to move. His priority now being to reassure him, keep him calm, make sure he was alright. "Are you ok, sir? Are you hurt?

"No. I'm fine." The man looked down right away, he saw two firefighters around the dead cop's body. And a cop car was already there.

"All right, then just take my hand and come on the ladder." The man took a look at Judd, and then at the airbag on the ground, and jumped.

On the ground, everyone was surprised when they saw the victim had jumped on the airbag instead of coming down on the ladder with Judd's help. TK went to help the man but he pulled a gun and pointed it at TK.

“Don’t move.” He said. He turned TK around and put his left arm around TK’s neck, his gun on TK’s head. Carlos immediately pulled his gun and pointed it at the man holding TK hostage.

“If anyone moves, I will kill him.”

“Drop your gun and release your hostage.” Carlos yelled.

“That’s not gonna happen.” The man said while taking a look around to see how he could get out of there. He was at least six inches taller than TK and kept TK up with his arm around his neck which made TK stand up on his toes.

“You don't wanna do this.” Owen said.

“Don’t be stupid. You can’t get out of this. Let him go.” Carlos yelled again.

“Put your gun on the ground. Or I will kill him right now.”

Carlos looked at Owen’s pleading eyes and then back at TK, and afraid the man might hurt his boyfriend, he put his gun on the ground.

"Ok, I'm putting my gun on the ground."

"Now Kick it away."

Carlos did as he was told and kicked the gun away.

The man pulled TK towards the truck and pushed him inside, TK sat in the driver’s seat. “Drive.” He said pointing the gun at his head.

“I don’t have a license to drive the truck.”

He put the gun on TK’s temple and said “Drive right now.”

TK started driving.

Carlos ran to his squad car and just as he was about to start the car, Owen sat in the passenger’s seat. “Let’s go.” Owen said. Carlos knew there was no way he could get Owen to stay out of this so he started the car and they started following the truck. Carlos radioed for back up.

In the fire truck, TK was nervous. He kept thinking about when he got shot. He didn't want to go through that again. He tried to focus on his breathing and staying calm. The gunman looked in the side mirror at all the cars following them, then looked at TK and said “If the police catch up to us, I’m killing you first. Drive faster. And turn on the siren.”

Behind them, Carlos and Owen were trying to figure out what to do. Owen picked up his radio “TK? TK come in.”

The gunman looked over at TK. “Are you TK?”

TK nodded his head. “Yeah.”

“Who is he?”

“He’s my Captain.”

The gunman picked up the radio. “What do you want with him, Captain?”

“Listen, man. You’ve got a truck and you managed to escape. Now just let my man go. Ok?”

“We’re driving really fast. If I let him go now, he’ll break his arms and legs.”

Carlos looked angry. His nostrils were flaring. Memories of last time TK was hurt immediately filled his mind. Owen was agitated but tried to remain in control of his feelings. It was the only way he could get his son back.

At this point, there were a dozen police cars chasing the truck. And a news helicopter was in the air.

At the 9-1-1 call center, Grace watched the chase on TV. She could see that was the truck from 126 but she didn't know exactly what was going on. Right then, she got a call from Judd. "Oh, baby. Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, baby. Don't worry about me."

"What is happening? Why are all these police cars chasing your truck?"

"It's TK. He's in danger."

On TV, she could see that the truck was stopping. "Judd, they're pulling over."

The gunman pulled TK out of the truck and into a restaurant. Once inside, he fired two shots in the air. "Everyone get on the ground." He looked at TK "Barricade that door" Then he turned around and ordered one of the waiters to help him. The restaurant wasn't packed but besides the staff, there were some customers in there. He ordered them all to get on the ground and he got TK to collect their phones.

Outside, the police surrounded the place and started evacuating the nearby buildings. Carlos called for a hostage negotiator and a SWAT team.

The hostage negotiator showed up in a few minutes. "Talk to me. What do we have?"

"One gunman. He killed a cop at his apartment. Unknown number of hostages inside. One of them is a firefighter." Carlos told him.

The negotiator called the restaurant.

The gunman was keeping an eye on the hostages and trying to come up with a plan when the phone rang. “Finally.” He picked up the phone after letting it ring for a few seconds.

"Hello. This is Seargent Parker, Austin PD. Who is this?"

“Listen to me very carefully. I want a dark SUV and I want you to get out of my way so I can leave. If you don’t give me what I want, I’m gonna start killing hostages. And I’ll start with the firefighter.”

“First I need to know the hostages are ok.”

“They are all ok. Just get me a car.”

“I need to talk to my boss. Give me an hour.”

“You have thirty minutes.”

After the gunman hung up, TK tried to talk to him. “Maybe you should just surrender. I don’t think you can get out of this.”

The gunman walked towards TK, grabbed him, forced him up and pushed him against the wall. “I killed a cop. There's only one way out of this for me. You better pray they do as I asked. If they don’t, I’m killing you first.” He hit TK over the head with his gun. His head started bleeding and he fell on the ground.

The gunman started pacing the room and peeking through the window to get a view of the outside. TK felt his eyes getting heavy, and try as he might, he couldn't stay awake any longer.

TK woke up with the sound of a gunshot. He looked around and saw the gunman was on the floor. A sniper must have taken him out. He could barely keep his eyes open. In a second, there were cops coming in the place from everywhere and Carlos was by his side, holding TK’s face in his hands, "What happened to your head?" TK was in shock and he was tired. He couldn't answer him. He couldn't say anything. He finally gave in and fell asleep. Carlos hugged TK close to him and called for a medic.

The medics helped TK out and took him to an ambulance. Owen showed up and held his son's hand firmly. "How is he?"

"He has a head wound. We're taking him to the hospital." One of the medics replied.

Next time TK opened his eyes, he was at the hospital, and Carlos was by his side. "Carlos." He tried to sit up but he felt dizzy and had to lie back down. Carlos stood up and helped TK settle back in. "Don't move, babe. The doctors patched up your head and did some tests. You're gonna be ok. They want to keep you for 24 hours to make sure you don't have a concussion. Owen's here, too. He's talking to the doctor."

Right then, Owen walked back in to see TK awake "Son, You need to stop scaring us like this."

TK laughed "No promises."

When the doctors discharged him, Carlos and Owen drove him home.

That night, as TK got ready for bed, he walked into his bedroom, and saw that Carlos was in his bed and under the covers. "I asked Owen to spend the night." Carlos explained. TK smiled and curled up next to him.

As they laid in bed, and Carlos held TK in his arms, TK fell asleep feeling safe.

#911 lone star #911 lone star fic #lone star season 2 #lone star #911 ls #tk strand #carlos reyes #owen strand #tarlos #tarlos fanfiction #tarlos fanfic #tarlos fic #my fanfiction

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marlborodean · 4 years ago

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annotation for my "destiel but it's just one direction playlist," mainly for my sister who hasn't seen supernatural but you guys can read it too if you want :^)

DIANA // 4x01, "Lazarus Rising"

this episode introduces Cas :) Castiel speaks Enochian but when he was trying to speak to Dean he was instead causing radio static and shattering windows :) he gripped Dean tight and raised him from perdition :) he knew all of Dean’s soul just from touching him :) he left his handprint burned into Dean’s skin :)

Notable Lyrics:

how could someone not miss you at all?

i never would mistreat you, no, i’m not a criminal. i speak a different language but I still hear your call

let me be the one to light a fire inside those eyes. you’ve been lonely, you don’t even know me, but I can feel you crying. let me be the one to lift your heart up and save your life. i don’t think you even realize, baby, you’d be saving mine

it’s only been four months but you’ve fallen down so far

i wanna reach out for you, i wanna break these walls

we all need something. if i could hold you, swear i’d never put you down

KISS YOU // 4x07, "It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester"

the only reason i have for this is the pure tension between Dean and Cas in this ep, which includes Dean staring at Cas's mouth and licking his lips :)

Notable Lyrics:

i just wanna take you anywhere that you like, we could go out any day, any night. i’ll take you there

tell me how to turn your love on. you can get anything that you want

if you want me to, let’s make a move

HEY ANGEL // 4x10, "Heaven and Hell"

in this ep, there is a female angel who is. i mean she’s just there to mirror what Cas will become. she is a fallen angel who rebelled because she fell in love with humanity :) and Cas talks to her, tells her that “for the time, i feel…” later in the show there’s another angel that says Cas’s “true weakness is involved. he’s in love! with humanity" :) also in this ep, the female angel and Dean have sex. clearly if Cas was a woman they would’ve been in a relationship long ago :)

Notable Lyrics:

hey angel, do you look at us and laugh when we hold onto the past? hey angel, tell me, do you ever try to come to the other side?

i wish i could be more like you. do you wish you could be more like me?

i see you at the bar, at the edge of my bed, backseat of my car, in the back of my head

BETTER THAN WORDS // 4x22, "Lucifer Rising"

in this ep, Dean is kept in a beautiful white room (which they call the green room #theatrekidvibes), and everyone understands the tension between Dean and Cas to be needlessly horny :) Cas defies heaven's orders to help Dean :)

Notable Lyrics:

more than a feeling, crazy in love. every time we touch, i’m all shook up. best i ever had, hips don’t lie, you make me wanna—

how deep is your love? god only knows

i don’t know how else to sum it up, there’s no way i can explain your love

everyone tries to see what it feels like, but they’ll never be right

YOU & I // 4x22, "Lucifer Rising"

Castiel literally invented free will. the prophet Chuck couldn’t predict Castiel’s actions :) he said “you guys aren’t in this story!” and Cas replied “we’re making it up as we go” :)

Notable Lyrics:

we can make it ’til the end, nothing can come between you and i. not even the gods above can separate the two of us, nothing can come between you and i. we could make it if we try

EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU // 5x03, "Free to Be You and Me"

in this ep, Castiel thinks he is going to die the next day so Dean takes him out for a fun night :) and Dean says it’s the first time he’s laughed that hard in a long time :)

Notable Lyrics:

you know i’ve always got your back, so let me be the one you come running to. just call my name, i’ll be coming through. on the other side of the world, it don’t matter, i’ll be there in two

there’s something about your laugh that makes me want to have to. there’s nothing funny so we laugh at nothing.

every minute’s like the last so let’s just take it real slow. forget about the clock that’s ticking

you have always been the only one i wanted

i wanted you to know without you i can’t face it

WHY DON'T WE GO THERE // 5x03, "Free to Be You and Me"

same ep, but this is placed here because Dean said to Cas, “there are two things I know for certain. One: Bert and Ernie are gay. Two: you are not gonna die a virgin, not on my watch.” you connect those dots :)

Notable Lyrics:

think about all the places we could go if you five in tonight. just let me set you free

we’ve got all night, and we’re going nowhere. why don’t you stay? why don’t we go there? let’s take a ride out in the cold air, i know the way, why don’t you go there with me?

ONCE IN A LIFETIME // 5x04, "The End"

in this ep, an angel zaps Dean to five years into the future where he meets his future self and future Cas. there was HEAVY subtext that they were together :) at the end of the ep, after he sees his future self die and ultimately destroy the entire world, he is zapped back to present time (where it is safe) and Castiel is there waiting for him at the side of the road in the middle of the night :)

Notable Lyrics:

once in a lifetime, you were mine

when i close my eyes, all the stars align and you are by my side. once in a lifetime, it’s just right. we are always safe, not even the bad guys in the dark night could take it all away

DRAG ME DOWN // 6x20, "The Man Who Would Be King"

this fits anywhere between 4x01 and this ep, which is when. when Dean finds out that Cas had betrayed him and was working alongside the king of hell behind his back :) so as long as this is placed before That Scene, it's fine :)

Notable Lyrics:

i’ve got a fire for a heart, i’m not scared of the dark, you’ve never seen it look so easy. i’ve got a river for a soul, and baby, you’re a boat. baby you’re my only reason

if i didn’t have you, there would be nothing left. the shell of a man that could never be his best. if i didn’t have you, i’d never see the sun

you taught me how to be someone

all my life you stood by me, when no one else was ever behind me. with your love, nobody can drag me down

WOLVES // 6x20, "The Man Who Would Be King"

the war with angels is oncoming, so Cas is trying (trying) to do lots of damage control with that, which means killing angels and demons alike that are after the Winchesters. there's a great scene here :) idk it fits here somehow my brain is too big to be confined by the English language

Notable Lyrics:

in the middle of the night when the wolves come out, they head straight for your heart like a bullet in the dark. one by one, i take them down

i keep on holding tight now, ‘cause your body’s telling me don’t let go

just getting my demons out, wouldn’t ever doubt. your beauty could start a war as you walk in the dining room

i wish it wasn’t true, but the whole world’s trying to get a piece of you, and my heart keeps fighting in this battle of fools

INFINITY // 6x20, "The Man Who Would Be King"

since Cas is trying to prevent the war, much like Aziraphale, he is deemed a failed and fallen angel! :) but then Dean finds out Cas has been working with the king of hell behind his back! :) Cas says "It sounds so simple when you say it like that. Where were you when I needed to hear it?" and Dean replies "I was there. Where were you?" :)

Notable Lyrics:

down to earth, keep on falling when i know it hurts

now i’m one step closer to being two steps from you, when everybody wants you

i was there for you. all i ever wanted was the truth. how many nights have you wished someone would stay?

FOOL'S GOLD // 7x02, "Hello, Cruel World"

i see this as Cas POV as he decides to sacrifice himself and let the Leviathans destroy him, before he leaves Dean ahahaha! i see it in this point in time because Cas loves Dean but assumes Dean doesn't feel the same, but! as we see, Dean keeps Cas's coat (because he loves him)

Notable Lyrics:

i know in my heart, you’re not a constant star. i let you use me from the day that we first met, but I’m not done yet, falling for you. i knew that you turned it on for everyone you’ve met, but i don’t regret falling for you

i know your love’s not real, but that’s not the way it feels. that’s not the way you feel

HALF A HEART // 7x02-7x21

literally every time Cas dies, Dean becomes inconsolable and loses all will to live and succumbs to raging alcoholism :) in season 7, when Cas dies, Dean keeps his jacket. for months. :) also applies to 13x01-13x05

Notable Lyrics:

so your friends [have] been telling me, you’ve been sleeping with my sweater, and that you can’t stop missing me. bet my friends [have] been telling you, i’m not doing much better

i’m missing half of me, and being here without you is like i’m waking up to only half a blue sky. kind of there, but not quite. i’m walking 'round with just one shoe. i’m half a heart without you. i’m half a man at best, with half an arrow in my chest. i miss everything we do. i’m half a heart without you

forget all we said that night, it doesn’t even matter

though i try to get you out of my head, the truth is i got lost without you

GIRL ALMIGHTY // 8x17, "Goodbye Stranger"

very closely tied to the imagery of the episode rather than the story. the bright light as Cas overpowers his brainwashing, Dean kneeling in front of Cas. not to self-promo but watch my Religion AMV to see what i mean!! it's visceral stuff :)

Notable Lyrics:

her light is as loud as many ambulances as it takes to save a savior

am i the only believer? there’s something happening here. i hope you feel what i’m feeling too

i get down on my knees for you

STRONG // 8x17, "Goodbye Stranger"

Castiel has been brainwashed into betraying Dean again, to the point where he was forced to participate in hundreds of simulations where he has to kill Dean :) so when the time comes where he’s told to kill Dean, he suddenly can’t do it :) know why? because Dean tells him “Cas, it’s me. We need you. I need you.” :)

Notable Lyrics:

my hands, your hands, tied up like two ships. my heart, your heart, sit tight like bookends. pages between us written with no end. so many words we’re not saying. don’t wanna wait til it’s gone

i’m sorry if i say ‘i need you’

when i’m not with you, i’m weaker. is that so wrong? is it so wrong that you make me strong?

WHERE DO BROKEN HEARTS GO // 9x03, "I'm No Angel"

Cas loses his grace so now he is human. for some reason i don’t remember, Dean tells him he can’t stay at his place anymore. now Cas is homeless! :) and so Dean regrets it and goes to look for him :) also side note but there is some fan headcanons or theories that Cas had to resort to sex work to make money :/

Notable Lyrics:

counted all my mistakes and there’s only one standing out from the list of the things i’ve done. all the rest of my crimes don’t come close to the look on your face when i let you go.

the taste of your lips on the tip of my tongue is at the top of the list of the things i want

love was something you’ve never heard enough

now i’m searching every lonely place, every corner calling out your name, trying to find you, but i just don’t know. where do broken hearts go?

are you sleeping by yourself? or are you giving it to someone else?

tell me where you go when you feel afraid. tell me, will you ever love me again?

I WANT TO WRITE YOU A SONG // 11x03, "The Bad Seed"

no thoughts only the scene of Dean wrapping a blanket around Cas :)

Notable Lyrics:

i want to write you a song, one that’s beautiful as you are sweet, with just a hint of pain for the feeling that i get when you are gone

i want to lend you my coat, one that’s as soft as your cheek, so when the world is cold, you’ll have a hiding place you can go

everything i need i get from you, giving back is all i wanna do

MOMENTS // 11x23, "Alpha and Omega"

this song is like...every time Dean or Cas is about to sacrifice himself/DIE and they get emotional about it. this is an Exemplary episode that fits well with this song because a) they had time to make this plan, which means they would have time to say goodbyes and be ~intimate~ abt it, and b) the hug towards the end when Cas casually says "I could go with you," offering to DIE alongside Dean :)

Notable Lyrics:

shut the door, turn the light off. i wanna be with you, i wanna feel your love. i wanna lay beside you. i cannot hide this, even though i try.

trembling hands touch skin, it makes this harder. and the tears stream down my face

if we could only have this life for one more day. if we could only turn back time

i’ll be your life, your voice, your reason to be. my love/my heart is breathing for this moment in time. i’ll find the words to say before you leave me today.

don’t wanna be without you

there’s a pile of my clothes at the end of your bed as i feel myself fall, make a joke of it all

NO CONTROL // 12x23, "All Along the Watchtower"

this could honestly go anywhere, but i’m placing it in here in the chronology because it’s Cas charging blindly and headfirst into battle with literal Lucifer to protect Dean :) good moment contextually because before Cas ran away to help this woman give birth, he had a pretty cozy domestic life with Dean :) it's important to note that this does get him killed, which does lead to another grieving wife phase for Dean :)

Notable Lyrics:

beside you i’m a loaded gun. i can’t contain this anymore. i’m all yours, i’ve got no control. powerless, and i don’t care it’s obvious. i just can’t get enough of you. the pedal’s down, my eyes are closed

i don’t want to wash away the night before, and the heat where you laid, i could stay right here and burn in it all day

THROUGH THE DARK // 14x14, "Ouroboros"

this is not about the gay gorgon, folks, it's about the Ma'lak Box. Dean is crushed by the responsibility of having to lock himself in a LITERAL box to prevent Michael (the archangel inside his mind) from taking over

Notable Lyrics:

you tell me that you’re hurt and you’re in pain, and i can see your head is held in shame, but i just wanna see you smile again

i’ll be here for you. i will carry you over fire and water for your love. i will hold you closer, hope your heart is strong enough

i wish that i could take you to the stars. i’d never let you fall and break your heart

you tell me that you hurt, it’s all in vain, but i can see your heart can love again, and i remember you laughing so let’s just laugh again

CHANGE MY MIND // 15x03, "The Rupture"

Dean is being a pissy lil bitch because their child died and Castiel can’t deal with it so he leaves :) there’s a lot of stress in their relationship because they both have horrible communication issues. it boils down to Dean thinking like “i want people to just want to stay instead of leaving. i shouldn’t have to ask for that.” and Cas thinking like “i want people to tell me they want me around. i need that verbalized reassurance.” this is canon :)

Notable Lyrics:

the end of the night, we should say goodbye, but we carry on while everyone’s gone

never felt like this before, are we friends or are we more? as i’m walking towards the door, i’m not sure

if you say you want me to say, i’ll change my mind. ‘cause i don’t wanna know i’m walking away if you’ll be mine. i won’t go

IF I COULD FLY // 15x09, "The Trap"

Dean and Cas have to go to Purgatory to retrieve an Ingredient~ they get separated and the portal is about to close and Dean gets desperate so he gets on his knees and prays to Cas :) closure of 15x03 breakup scene, because Dean says “I should’ve stopped you. You’re my best friend, but I just let you go. ‘Cause it was easier than admitting I was wrong.” :) Dean cries more than one tear, one of his most vulnerable moments in the show (rivaled only by the scene where he tells his mom he hates her). this scene is viewed by many, including jackles, as Dean's love confession especially because he evidently wanted to say something more to Cas's face but Cas cut him off :)

Notable Lyrics:

if i could fly, i’d be coming right back home to you. i think i might give up everything, just ask me to

i hope that you listen, cause i let my guard down. right now i’m completely defenseless

for your eyes only, i’ll show you my heart. i’m missing half of me when we’re apart. now you know me

WALKING IN THE WIND // 15x18, "Despair" and 15x19, "Inherit the Earth"

“Despair” is the episode where Castiel confesses his love too Dean. Dean says “Why does this sound like a goodbye?” and Cas replies “Because it is.” :) reminiscent of the way their son Jack (who is a mirror to Cas) tells Sam and Dean “I'll be in every drop of falling rain, every speck of dust that the wind blows, and in the sand, in the rocks, and the sea.” :)

Notable Lyrics:

if you’re lost, just look for me. you’ll find me in the region of the summer stars

the fact that we can sit right here and say goodbye means we’ve already won

goodbyes are bittersweet, but it’s not the end. i’ll see your face again and you will find me

yesterday i went out to celebrate the birthday of a friend, but as we raised our glasses to make a toast I realized you were missing.

SOMETHING GREAT // 15x18, "Despair"-15x20, "Carry On"

Cas pov for 18 and Dean pov for 20 :) Cas saying "the one thing I want... It's something I know I can't have." :) and then Dean missing and wanting Cas back after he died, saying to God, "Cas. You gotta bring him back," yet again falling back into bad alcoholism and depression and suicidal ideation :)

Notable Lyrics:

i want you here with me like how i pictured it, so i don’t have to keep imagining

the script was written…i want to rip it all to shreds and start again. one day i’ll come into your world and get it right

you’re all i want, so much it’s hurting

TRULY MADLY DEEPLY // Post-Canon mwah!

This is what it would have been like for Dean in the version of Supernatural that totally definitely does exist, in which Jack brought Cas back to life and Dean and Cas were reunited and Dean tells Cas he loves him too and then they live a domestic and safe life and Dean is still shocked every morning that he wakes up next to the love of his life :)

Notable Lyrics:

i can’t believe that you are here and lying next to me

like all those days and weeks and months i tried to steal a kiss, and all those sleepless nights and daydreams where i pictured this

somehow you kicked all my walls in, so say you’ll always keep me

should i put coffee and granola on a tray in bed, and wake you up with all the words that i still haven’t said? and tender touches just to show yo how i feel, or should i act so cool like it was no big deal?

#i think my sister is probably asleep right now so i'll update yall on her response later #i'm insane i'm so sorry #ej.pdf #spn #for lisa!

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come-on-shitty-boys · 4 years ago

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//accidental irritations. akasshi keiji//

Request: hello!! Can I request what a first fight would be like with akaashi? From angst to fluff Bc my heart,,,, 😔🤚

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 1.9K

Notes: someone put this baby to sleep please ;-;

You weren’t sure why you were surprised. You knew your boyfriend well enough to know that this was something he would do. He worked hard, you knew that. He was ambitious and you knew that too. He had a bad habit of not knowing when to stop, so the general negative aura that surrounded the setter should’ve been your sign that he was overworking himself again.

Akaashi did this every now and then, especially around finals time. He would stay up for hours, scanning his textbooks for anything that he might have missed that could possibly be on the test, copying his notes all over again into a separate notebook (he always that the repetition helped him, you just thought it was extra), flipping through stacks and stacks of flashcards until he got them all right. He’d average around three hours of sleep a night unless someone physically made him go to bed and even then he would find himself tossing and turning for hours on end, unable to find the confines of sleep.

But, seeing you boyfriend just, sort of, crumple onto the gym floor? Well, it was not at all what you were expecting from your calm Thursday afternoon. A stunned silence had fallen over the gym, everyone in complete shock that their composed setter just went down as easily as a sandcastle being washed away by incoming waves. And when Akaashi didn’t move for a few seconds? That’s when the mutual panic set in. Sneakers all running over, frantic questions being shouted from the members. “What happened?” “Did he hit his head?” “Should we call an ambulance?” “Is he breathing?” “Where’s Coach?”

You pushed your way through the group of boys, kneeling down next to Keiji’s body. You would’ve loved to have been more help, but the worry took over you and all you could remember from your first aid training was how to properly apply gauze. There was a cool rag pushed into your hands by one of the other managers to be applied to his forehead.

“Keiji,” you say, tapping his cheek with your finger. No response. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, the desperation rising in your throat as you repeat his name. “Keiji!”

His face contorts into discomfort, eyelids stuttering as his eyes shift beneath them. Slowly, his lids start to open and he’s squinting into the bright overhead lights of the gymnasium. Akaashi pushes himself into a sitting position, taking the cloth from his head, Konoha’s hand on his bicep in an attempt to keep the setter steady. It takes a minute before he even says anything, just taking in the distressed expressions that formed a circle around him. “I’m fine.”

“Dude, you’re really not.”

“Yeah. Fine people don’t just pass out.”

“Akaashi, you should probably go home.”

There was a pounding in Akaashi’s temple, only further worsened by loud echoing concerns of his teammates. He leans forward, his palm rubbing small circles into his forehead to try to alleviate the feeling. Your hand is on his back and Keiji can’t help but to relax under the tenderness of your touch. He felt like shit, truly. His whole body hurt and this creeping wave of nausea kept climbing into the pit of his stomach. No matter how many times he tried, he couldn’t get the world to stop spinning around him. So, when he felt you scoot up beside him, he immediately took the opportunity to lean his body against you, breathing deeply as he tried to ground himself again.

Your hand snaked up to his hair, tangling your fingers into the soft curls. “Keiji?” You ask gently. There’s a soft hum in response to signal to you that he’s listening. “I think we should get you home, okay?”

But, he just shakes his head, uttering again that he’s fine. That he just lost his balance and tripped as if he was blatantly unaware that he had lost consciousness.

There’s a cumulative sigh. Everyone was expecting this response, but it’s only when Bokuto squats down in front of him that Akaashi’s eyes move from where they had been trained on the ground. “I know you want to stay, but, come on, man. We all just watched you go down and it freaked us all out. You’re obviously not feeling good, so you’re either sitting on the bench the rest of practice or you’re going home,” the captain states, an overwhelming sense of concern lacing between his words.

Akaashi wasn’t happy about it, but he let you call his mom to explain the situation, asking if she could pick him up early. There wasn’t much of another option, really. What was the point in staying if he was just going to have to sit out? He already hated that the team was forcing him to sit on the bench while you went to get his stuff out of the club room. He was fine. He could get his own bag, but despite all of his objections, you were passed the keys to collect his things. Akaashi felt like such a child. Everyone looked at him like he was some fragile doll that would combust any second. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes at how out of proportion this whole situation had gotten. It wasn’t anything serious, yet he was being treated like a baby.

But, when it was finally time for him to go, rather than just accepting your hug and small peck of goodbye, he laced his fingers with yours, a small plea buried somewhere behind dark irises. Okay, so maybe he wasn’t being as tough about this whole thing as he would have liked, but he was just desperate to be comforted in the confines of his own bed rather than in the middle of the humid gymnasium.

But, you just kept nagging him.

You kept trying to weasel it out of him, the explanation as to why this happened in the first place. You had felt his forehead. He didn’t have a fever. It wasn’t that hot, so he couldn’t have overheated. It didn’t make any sense for him to just collapse out of nowhere like that. But, no matter how many times you would ask, he would respond with a simple, “I’m fine” annoyance creeping into the edge of his voice with each reassurance.

You should’ve expected the snap, really. He had been irritable most of the day and the incident in the gym only worsened his mood, but Keiji had never been one to raise his voice, especially not at you. So, when the raven-haired setter released a loud groan, hands rubbing his face, frustration echoing in his eyes, that should’ve been your sign to stop talking, just let the subject drop, maybe come back to it when he was feeling better. But, you didn’t. You just kept pushing and it’s not like you wanted to piss him off; you were worried. Seeing him just fall to the floor so easily without any warning had scared the shit out of you.

“Have you been eating well lately? Maybe your blood sugar dropped and that’s why you passed out,” you say as you sit across from him on his bed.

“Please, for the love of God, stop. I have told you at least twenty times already that I’m fine! Stop asking!”

“Keiji, perfectly healthy people don’t just pass out! I just want-”

“If I knew what happened, I would tell you, but I don’t! I don’t know why I fainted. I barely remember doing it, so please, get off my back! You’ve been nagging the shit out of me ever since we got here. If I knew that you were going to be like this, I would’ve just let you stay at practice! I don’t feel well and I just wanted to be able to lay down, but I can’t do that because you’re being obnoxious!”

There was a deep scowl in his brows that you didn’t see from him often. It usually appeared when he was deep in focus, but here it was, directed towards you. It took you aback, the sharp bite of his words. “Keiji, I-”

“No! I’m not going to deal with this right now! I’m tired, Maddi! I don’t want to deal with you right now!”

The flash of hurt across your face brought Akaashi back to reality and out of whatever hellscape his head had been in. You didn’t cry or make any outward sign of being upset, but he knew you by now. He knew that the minute your eyes went to the ground, there was something wrong. You had folded your hands in your lap and he was sure that if he looked away, you would begin shrinking.

“Maddi, wait. I- I didn’t- Hang on,” he stumbles, scooting closer to you in an attempt to comfort you by pulling you into his chest, but rather, you simply shy away from his touch. Akaashi pulls his hand back, looking away, swallowing the heavy lump in his throat. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m just- I’m worried, Keiji. I was scared and I didn’t know what the hell was wrong so I didn’t know what to do. I’m sorry that I annoyed you, but please, I just want to know what’s going on,” you mutter, barely meeting his gaze.

He nods solemnly and there’s a heavy sigh that leaves his mouth. “I think I just didn’t get enough sleep. I’ve been trying to study for finals and, I guess- I don’t know. I guess that I just, sort of, tried to do too much.”

A small gasp of surprise escapes his lips as he’s tugged into your arms, letting him rest his head against your chest, but he’s quick to melt into your embrace, taking comfort in the feeling of your fingers running softly through his hair. “You need to take care of yourself, Keij. I know that you want to succeed and do your best, but your health is more important than a grade,” you whisper.

You can feel him not against you. “I know, and I don’t mean to. I just- It just happens.” He wraps his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you back so that you’re laying down against the mattress with him. Within a matter of seconds, he’s tucked into your side, seeking the comfort of your body against him. “I’m sorry for scaring you and the others. It kind of freaked me out too. I think that’s why I got so mad, because I didn’t really know exactly what was going on either. So, I’m sorry that I snapped at you, really.”

“It’s okay, Keiji. I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have kept pushing you. I’m just really glad that you’re okay,” you say, softly brushing the curls from his eyes, a small smile on your face.

“I love you, you know?”

“I know.” There’s a soft shine in your eyes and you lean down to place a short kiss to his lips. “I love you too, Keiji. More than you know.”

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