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time- a. hotchner

SUMMARY: you get kidnapped lol

WARNINGS: kidnapping (duh), some injuries but everyone lives, aaron being m a d, and reader being a freaking baddie

WORDS: too many 6604

A/N: sorry that it’s been a hot minute since i posted, im lazy

Aaron glanced up as the workday finally drew to a close, watching you wave goodbye to the team and stroll towards the unit chief’s office, just in time to see JJ as she ascended the steps on her way to the room as well. You started to wave, but JJ murmured something you couldn’t make out and you stopped. Aaron’s blood ran cold, and he mentally cursed himself for being naive enough to believe that things would work out for once. He turned to look at Emily and Morgan through the blinds, who’d been talking near Emily’s desk, and saw their eyes trained on you and JJ. Emily swore under her breath, then headed to the conference room with Spencer and Derek not far behind.

+++++

Aaron sat down next to you in the conference room, meeting your eyes and giving you a halfhearted smile. You returned the gesture and went back to scanning the grisly photos before you. He zoned out as JJ spoke, giving the rundown on each of the girls that had been abducted, then murdered mere hours later. The murders seemed somewhat random, with the exception that the victims were all girls in their upper 20’s. In fact, they were all 29, just like you were.

Something clicked in your mind, but you didn’t want to jump to conclusions. You could feel Aaron’s steely gaze on you, and you wondered briefly if he could tell what you were thinking. You were lost in your thoughts, to the point where you didn’t hear Aaron’s deep “Wheels up in 30.” After everyone had left the conference room, Aaron turned back to see you still staring at the photos, searching for something you couldn’t quite name among the blood spatters and empty faces. He walked over to you and gently tapped your shoulder, causing your head to whip up to face him. Realization washed over your eyes, and you mumbled an apology.

Aaron shook his head in response, saying “I’m sorry. I was hoping we’d actually get to go out tonight.” You sighed, then replied.

“Who knows? Maybe the unsub will be caught by the time we get there and we can go get dinner or something.” You laughed as you said it, but your laughter was tinged with a resigned sadness Aaron despised, wishing he could take you somewhere you’d never be forced to feel this way again. Aaron watched you for a few seconds longer, as your face darkened and you grabbed your files and left the room, heading to his office, where both of your go-bags were. He wanted to tell you so much, but wasn’t sure how to start. He wanted to tell you that he’d been planning to propose this evening, that he wanted to be with you forever. But he couldn’t.

+++++

Aaron noticed you lost in your thoughts again on the plane ride while the rest of the team went over the case. The sheer amount of bodies was enough to give someone pause. In addition, the unsub took a girl each Thursday, but never kept them for more than a few hours. Why?

The plane ride felt fairly short. You were hit with a wave of nostalgia as the plane touched down in New York, where you’d gone to college years earlier, and worked before you were transferred to the Behavioral Analysis Unit and moved to Quantico. As you walked into the FBI field office with the rest of the BAU, you couldn’t stop your mind from remembering the last time you’d been in the building, when working a terrorism case alongside Agent Joyner four years earlier.

She’d been killed immediately by a bomb in your SUV, and metal had been lodged in your left leg, cutting the femoral artery and nearly causing you to bleed out. If not for your Aaron, you would’ve died there, on the cold pavement. When Aaron came to visit you while you recovered from surgery, you managed to slur out that you loved him. At the time, he blamed it on the drugs you were on, until he showed up at your hospital room again a few hours later, to drive you home. You’d suffered hearing loss as well, and coupled with your leg injury, you couldn’t go in the field or on the plane for a while. As he helped you up and handed you the crutches you’d be relying on for nearly a year, you met his eyes and said confidently, “I meant what I said earlier.”

He’d paused for a second, before his lips spread into a rare smile, and he said, “I love you too.” You’d always known the relationship wouldn’t be easy, considering his recent divorce and your unconventional jobs, but you were fine with it. Being with Aaron was good enough.

Present-day Aaron subtly placed a hand on the small of your back, a sign of encouragement he’d adopted over the years. You glanced up at him and nodded, silently letting him know you were okay. He dropped his hand, and held it out to the new director of the New York field office: Agent Milenka, an enthusiastic but imposing woman you’d met at the Academy when you were younger. You caught Morgan glaring at her for a second, reminding you that Morgan almost got that job. Still, you knew that Morgan loved you all too much to leave the BAU for a job directing the New York field office. The team was his rock, the weight that tethered him to reality when he was at his lowest. Aaron introduced Milenka to the rest of your team, until she cut him off when he got to you.

“I know her,” she declared loudly, “I was her firearms trainer at the Academy, but she had to show me up and be better with a gun than I am.” Spite dripped from her words, but the mischievous smile on her face told you she wasn’t really upset. Aaron nodded slightly, caught off-guard by her remark, then interjected to ask where his team could set up.

Agent Milenka led all of you to an empty conference room, with the case files already arranged neatly and a blank evidence board at the front of the room. She turned on her heel and stared firmly at the team. If you hadn’t known her for years, you’d assume she was going to attempt to assert control over the case, but instead she said, “My agents have come to see this office as a family, and probably won’t take too well to the fact that I’ve called you in. If any of them give you hell, tell me, and I’ll make the devil look like a cuddly teddy bear.” She pivoted on her heel to leave, then turned back around. “Agent L/N, my office.”

+++++

You were shocked, to be honest. This woman could bring grown men to their knees, and now she sat in front of you, spinning in a swivel chair, teasing you over your obvious infatuation with Aaron Hotchner.

“Really, Milenka, I gotta get back to the team,” you sighed, rubbing your temples.

“Fine”, she grunted, making a shooing motion with her hand. “But here’s what I meant to tell you. I’m guessing you and your team want to know why it took this many bodies for me to call you in. I mean, I’d be wondering that, too. The bodies were all dumped two days ago, even though they’d all been dead for various amounts of time, so I’m guessing the unsub wanted to make sure I had to call you guys. Keep that in mind. He knows how this works.” The humor and mischief was gone from the agent’s voice, and in that moment you knew how she’d risen through the ranks of the FBI so quickly. Something about her made you want to do everything you could to solve the case as quickly as possible. She wasn’t someone you could let down.

You grimaced, then nodded, unable to say anything, and left her office, getting coffee from the espresso machine for you and your teammates as you walked back to the conference room. As you passed around the cups, Aaron watched you expectantly, obviously waiting for you to relay whatever information Agent Milenka had told you, and so you did. The reactions among the team members were the same, set jaws and darkening eyes. You didn’t know where to start with the case, until you remembered the idea you’d gotten back in D.C. You leapt from the black desk chair you’d just sat down in and practically ran to the evidence board, grabbing a red dry-erase marker and organizing the victim’s pictures from the first to the last to be abducted. You circled the eyes on some of the pictures, the hair on others, the widow’s peaks on some, and other various defining features.

“He’s working up to someone specific,” Spencer muttered as you worked. You whipped around, pointing a finger at him and downing the last of your coffee.

“Yes! Okay, so, look at this: The first and last girl are wildly different, but when you look at the chronological order of the victims, each one gains another characteristic that the next one didn’t have, like he’s working up to getting one specific girl, and kept killing those that looked increasingly similar to his real target!” You blurted the words, and watched as your teammates looked on in a mix of awe and horror, at both the board and a piece of paper Spencer had messily written on. Aaron, who was usually so emotionless, looked especially horrified, and scared. You shot Spencer a questioning look, and he held up the paper he’d shown the rest of the team. He’d taken the first letter of each woman’s name, and when lined up, they spelled out a message.

Your name.

+++++

“You’re off the case.” Aaron said, crossing his arms over his chest as you paced around the empty office he’d practically dragged you to.

“What? If some psycho is after me, I want to be the one to catch him!” You spoke firmly, almost yelling but not quite.

“If some psycho is after you,” Aaron started, sounding much calmer than you had, “I want you to be safe. Sending you out to hunt him down isn’t keeping you safe.”

You scoffed, then yelled, “As long as he’s out there, I’m not safe! If you let me help, we’ll find him faster. I can’t- no, I won’t- just sit here doing nothing while this man kills women just because he’s got some sort of vendetta against me!”

Aaron’s resolve broke down. You could tell from the way his back slumped and he pulled you into his chest. You wrapped your arms around him, basking in the feeling of calm it brought. Your anger dissipated when he held you like that, and he knew it.

He murmured, “I can’t lose you,” into your ear, and your heart broke from the way his voice cracked from fear and sadness. Aaron pulled away far too soon, and gave you a look that you knew meant to stay put, and pulled out his phone to call Penelope Garcia.

A few moments later, Spencer walked in, hands in his pockets. He looked unsure of himself, and you couldn’t figure out why until he said, “Hotch wants me to drive you to the hotel.”

You stared at him silently for a second, then mumbled curses under your breath and stormed out of the room to find your bag. Spencer put an arm out to stop you, then said, “He said he’d bring it for you tonight.”

You glared at him for a moment, before averting your gaze to the suddenly interesting polished linoleum beneath you. “I’m sorry. This isn’t your fault. I shouldn’t be mad at you.”

Spencer gave you a small smile, and replied, “It’s okay. You’re stressed. We all are. Hotch just wants you to be safe.”

You nodded, and he led you from the building to the shiny, black SUV parked outside. Aaron jogged out of the building towards you, and grabbed the handle of the vehicle before you could. You met his eyes, and he murmured, “I know you’re mad at me, but I need you to stay in the hotel room, okay? Lock the door, and I’ll be there tonight with your go-bag.” You nodded, and he paused a second before saying, “I love you.”

Your pride got the best of you, and you simply muttered, “I know.”

+++++

You’d been sure that the SUV’s tires were full when you’d arrived in New York, but the flat passenger tire begged to differ. Spencer pulled into a nearby gas station to fill up the tire, something you were fairly sure he’d never done before. You couldn’t help but laugh when he called Morgan to ask what to do, who responded that it would be easier for him to come fill up the tire himself. You mouthed that you had to go to the bathroom, and Spencer nodded as Morgan’s laughter came through the phone. You stifled laughter as you walked into the gas station, grimacing at the smell of sweat and cheap hot dogs.

+++++

Aaron wasn’t sure if he’d ever been so mad. No, mad wasn’t the word. Was there a word that could encapsulate the unadulterated fury coursing through his veins? He paced the conference room like a caged lion, practically screaming at Spencer and Derek through the phone.

“What the hell happened?”

Spencer was crying, he could tell that much from the muffled sobs, and Aaron couldn’t help but think that he might never see you again. He slammed the phone onto the table with nearly enough force to break it, and looked up to see Emily, Rossi, and JJ already halfway out the conference room, before he’d told them what happened. The four of them slid into the two remaining SUVs. Aaron screeched out of the parking lot, gripping the wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. Rossi kept shooting him worried glances he pretended not to notice.

“We’ll find her,” Rossi said, “But you need to stay calm for us to do it.”

Aaron nodded. He didn’t trust his voice to work right now. If he tried to speak, he knew he’d probably cry. He pulled into the gas station just before Emily and JJ, and a voice in his head reminded him that this might be the last place you’d ever see. Rossi hopped out of the car, giving Aaron a sympathetic look as he did so.

+++++

The team had been at the gas station for almost three hours, interviewing customers, collecting evidence, and talking to workers. Multiple people reported seeing a woman similar to who Aaron described enter the bathroom, but no one saw her leave.There was a window in the girl’s bathroom that had been broken from the inside, with blood on both the window and the glass. The forensics team ran the blood, and it was all from the same person.

Aaron didn’t need to hear the results to know whose blood it was. Spencer tried to help, informing him that she hadn’t bled out because women had approximately 4.5 pints of blood and that was at most half a pint, but Aaron cut him off. He couldn’t hear it, couldn’t listen to everyone talking about his girlfriend, the love of his life, as though she was already dead. He knew the odds, knew that she was almost certainly going to be dead within the first 72 hours, considering how the unsub had killed the other women.

He was going to find you alive. He knew it.

Because he wasn’t sure what he’d do if he didn’t.

+++++

Everything was fuzzy and painful and oh my god what is that stuff coming out of your side and out of your hand and holy crap you can’t move you’re tied up what are you tied to what’s going on and-

“You’re even prettier than I remember.” The voice sounded familiar, but the only thing your brain could fully focus on at the moment was the excruciating pain. You felt a hand on your side, and then a searing pain that was somehow worse than the pain you’d already been feeling.

“You got a piece of glass in your side. I’m getting it out.”

You felt pressure on the spot, and forced your head to move so you could see what was going on.

He was wrapping your waist in some sort of bandage to staunch the bleeding. You forced yourself to look around the musty room you were in. You were seated in a chair, with your arms tied to the back of the chair by a coarse brown rope and a metal chain and heavy shackle attached to your left ankle. Your eyes followed the chain, to where it connected to a silver hook jutting from the wooden floor, which was coated in a layer of dirt.

Dirt.

You must be in a barn, or shed, or something. You definitely weren’t in New York City anymore.

You vaguely remembered what had happened in the gas station bathroom. There’d been a man waiting in the first stall, who jumped on you, shoving your head against the mirror hard enough to crack your skull. You figured that you’d blacked out, and he’d jumped the window with you in tow.

Then another memory washes over you like a tsunami, flooding you with regret.

Aaron said he loved you, and you didn’t say it back. Now, you might never get to tell him that you love him again.

+++++

Aaron removed himself from the case, leaving Rossi in charge. He knew he’d only slow everyone else down with the torrent of emotions dancing inside his skull. So now, he’s resorted to sitting in your hotel room alone, wishing he hadn’t told you to go to the hotel. He’d been crying for the first time in years.

Aaron had no clue what to do, and it gives him newfound respect for the families of abducted victims that he speaks to. He pulled the sparkling diamond ring he planned on giving you tonight out of his bag, staring at it and imagining it on your ring finger. It doesn’t make him happier, instead it just turns the steady stream of tears into a storm.

+++++

Morgan, Rossi, JJ, and Emily, seated at the silver table in the conference room, were going over every last piece of evidence they have, while Spencer made a map of the abduction sites as Agent Milenka told him the addresses. They already established that the victims were high-risk due to their above-average athleticism, and each victim was taken from a high-risk location. Spencer looked for any sense of a pattern in abduction sites, but couldn’t find one. Eventually, he sat down next to Morgan and Emily, defeated.

“So all we know is that he’s obsessed with Y/N, and that he wasn’t remorseful about the murders of the other women.” Derek sighed, leaning back in his chair.

“Well, if he was able to subdue her, he most likely had the element of surprise. So, he probably isn’t physically strong, and needed that advantage to knock her out.” Rossi added, and Derek nodded.

Spencer looked up from the crime scene photos. “There’s no ligature marks.”

Derek nodded. “Yeah, we went over that. So?”

“Why knock the women out and transport them if you’re just going to kill them immediately instead of holding them somewhere? Why not just kill them wherever they already are?”

Emily’s mouth fell open. “Practice. So that when he had Y/N, he knew exactly what was going to happen. But he didn’t want to ruin the rest of the fantasy by taking someone else where he’s planned to keep Y/N. He wants that to be special.”

“So we know he’s going to be holding her somewhere secluded, then,” Milenka chimed in.

After a few moments of silence, the phone rang in the center of the table, and the team members all stared at it for a few moments before Derek turned to the computer next to him, where Garcia was currently on a video call with the team.

“Can you trace this call, babygirl?”

Garcia nodded. “I don’t have a trap and trace set up yet, but I can get one, honey. Just gimme one second.”

Derek’s hand hovered over the button on the receiver to answer the call, and when Garcia affirmed that she was ready, Derek pressed the button. Instantly, a somewhat timid male voice filled the room.

“Where’s Agent Hotchner? I want to speak to him, not any of you.”

The team shared a perplexed look, and Emily asked, “How do you know who is here and who isn’t?”

“The window’s open.”

JJ ran to the window, then turned. “He’s there,” she said, pointing to a man directly underneath where the conference window was with a phone to his ear.

The rest of the team sprinted down the stairs and out of the field office, with JJ not far behind. By the time they got to where the man had been, he was long gone. No one near the area said they’d seen him, either.

Derek turned and punched the wall out of rage, while Emily cursed loudly. The rapid darkening of the sky didn’t help with trying to catch an unsub, either.

Dejectedly, the team returned to the conference room, where Garcia excitedly said, “Your man forgot to hang up for a few minutes! I don’t know entirely where he went, but I know the direction he was headed!”

“Where, Garcia?” Spencer asked, desperate for a lead.

“Straight west.”

Spencer looked to Emily, who said, “Let’s go.”

+++++

The team knew the unsub needed somewhere secluded to keep you, but couldn’t figure out where. He’d been on foot when they’d seen him, so it had to be somewhat close. Or maybe he’d had a car in a parking lot somewhere? There were too many variables. They needed Hotch.

+++++

“Drink.”

The man held a cup to your lips, but you kept them closed tight. After trying to force you for a while, he gave up. Sighing, the man ran a hand through your hair, forcing your head upright. For a serial killer, he was surprisingly gentle.

“You need your strength,” the man murmured, but you looked away when he picked up the cup again. He set it down, shaking his head, then pulled a knife out of the back pocket of his blue jeans. You knew better than to scream. It was likely that he craved your pain, so allowing him that satisfaction would coax him to continue. He walked behind you, to where you wouldn’t see him. You closed your eyes, praying for a quick death, praying Aaron would find you, praying you could see your team one last time.

But you didn’t need to.

The man cut through the rope binding your wrists, then left the room. He was rarely in the room with you, and you wondered what he was doing outside of it. For the first time, however, he came back within a few minutes of leaving. You could theoretically move if you wanted to now that the rope was gone considering how long the chain attached to your leg was, but you were weak and hurting. The last thing you saw before your vision went black yet again was the man standing above you with a syringe.

+++++

Aaron was with the rest of the team, visiting each abduction site for something, anything to help the profile, when the unsub called him.

“This is Hotchner.”

“I have her, Agent Hotchner, and I treat her better than you ever could. You think what she needs is a big strong man to control her,” he mocked, “But you don’t truly love her. No one could, except me.” Although the man’s words were confident, he sputtered out the words like an old truck engine. It sounded like he was reading a script, as though he’d had to plan out what he was going to say beforehand. As soon as the unsub finished speaking, the tell-tale click of the phone hanging up sounded.

Emily, who’d been walking next to him, stopped, pulling out her phone to contact Penelope.

“Can you get the rest of the team on the line? I think Morgan and Reid are at the Central Park crime scene, and JJ and Rossi are probably still by Times Square.”

Emily could practically hear Penelope’s smile as she responded, “Can do, gorgeous.”

A few keyboard clicks later, Penelope stated, “You’ve got me, Morgan, Rossi, Reid,and JJ.”

Emily took a shaky breath before saying, “We think Y/N knew the unsub.”

“What do you mean, knew?” Reid’s voice sounded.

“He claimed that he loves her more than Aaron ever could. He thinks he knows her better than us, so he probably knew her when she used to live in New York.”

“She went to college here, didn’t she?” JJ responded.

Penelope chimed in, exclaiming, “She went to John Jay College of Criminal Justice. Graduated top of her class.”

Morgan cleared his throat, then added: “Maybe the unsub didn’t know her, but thought he did. He could’ve been stalking her when she lived here, then kept tabs on her when she transferred to the BAU years ago.”

“He probably found out about Y/N’s relationship with Aaron recently, and that’s his stressor.” Rossi added.

Emily stared into the distance. There was something off about this. The theory made sense, but at the same time, it felt, well, wrong.

Agent Milenka, who’d been surveying the crime scene Emily and Aaron were at, sauntered over.

“I know who did this.”

Aaron met her firm gaze, confused and intrigued.

“Who?”

“There was this guy she met at John Jay, didn’t talk much, but he ended up applying to the FBI just because she did. He made it in a few months after her and got a job as a forensic analyst at our field office here. They worked together pretty often, and he was never too strange, but you got the feeling there was something off. He started acting weird after Y/N’s transfer to the BAU. I ordered another psych eval for him a few months ago, and he failed. I fired him, and I haven’t seen him since.”

Aaron and Emily shared a look, both hopeful and sad.

“What’s his name?”

“Ian Foster.”

Aaron nodded, murmuring a quick thank you, then turned back to Emily.

“Call Garcia. We need all the information we can find on Ian Foster.”

+++++

Your head hurt. You were somewhere different now; the dirty brown floor had been replaced with plush white carpet, and the chair you’d gotten used to was gone. Your left leg was still shackled, but this time it was attached to a shiny metal spike in the center of the room. You surveyed your surroundings, noting the vast difference between your current location and your past one. The chain attached to your ankle was long, probably meant to give you full access to the room you were in but keep you from leaving. The walls were white and spotless, along with the queen-sized bed behind you and the dresser and vanity along the far wall. You knew you must look out of place compared to the neatness of your surroundings, with your frizzy, dirty hair and torn, wrinkled, and stained clothes. You realized that you’d never checked your holster for your gun, and in doing so, found it empty.

Great.

Sun shone through the window on your right, and birds chirped happily, as if mocking you. They were telling you that they’re free, while you’re locked in this stupid white room.

Your captor walked in soon after you woke up, and you knew he must be watching you through a camera hidden somewhere.

“Drink.”

Your eyes searched his face, trying to understand who he was, now that you had enough light to see.

“Foster?” You managed to croak out through your parched throat.

Ian nodded, then grabbed your face with one calloused hand, forcing you to open your mouth so he could pour water in, which you promptly spat into his eyes. Instead of causing him to stumble, all it did was make him laugh.

“I see you’re still as fiery as ever.”

You clamped your mouth shut, pursing your lips and staring him in the eyes until he left. After he was gone, you tried to move your arms as much as possible. Your limbs felt heavy, like you were attached to weights, but moving was somewhat possible, a little bit at a time.

For now, that would be enough. You just had to pray that Aaron could find you.

+++++

Ian Foster’s paper trail was a series of dead ends, but Penelope Garcia, being the lovely omnipotent being she is, was able to find two properties owned by his dead uncle in upstate New York that he was likely using to hold you.

Aaron couldn’t describe the relief that wrapped itself around him, like a soft blanket, when Garcia chirped that she’d found where he was. He’d refused to allow himself to think that you might be dead, and the knowledge that now he had your location was sweeter than any candy could ever be.

He wiped a tear from his eye that threatened to fall, and cleared his throat, nodding at Emily and Agent Milenka, wordlessly signaling her to join him as he ran towards the SUV they’d been using. Emily followed, calling JJ and Rossi to give them the address as she ran. The first property, an old farmhouse, was about 40 minutes away from their current location, while the second one, a pretty two-story house, was about three hours away. Hotch, Emily, and Milenka, being farthest from both locations, were driving to the house, while the rest of the team would check out the farmhouse first then meet them there.

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There was this feeling, blossoming in your chest, comforting you, whispering that Aaron was on his way. You’d learned over the years that your instincts rarely lied to you, and you hoped to whatever God there was or wasn't, that this wasn’t one of the times they misled you.

So you knew what you had to do.

You acted nice every time Ian came to visit, roughly every half hour.

Then, after five visits, you drank the water he offered willingly. Gently, Ian helped you up off the ground, a gesture that would’ve been comforting had he not been a serial killer. He moved his hands until they were lightly situated on your waist, and gazed into your eyes with the crazed fanaticism of a deranged man. He leaned in for a kiss, and the second he closed his eyes, you drove your right knee directly into his crotch.

Serves him right for being dumb enough not to fully restrain you. While he doubled over in pain, stepping back, you set up for a roundhouse kick that you placed to the back of his knee, knocking him onto the ground in an ungraceful heap. While he was on the ground, you punched him in the throat with enough force to knock the wind out of him, leaving him gasping for air on the ground like a fish out of water. Sending another kick to his temple for good measure, rendering him unconscious, you searched his pockets for anything that could remove the shackle from your leg. Eventually, you settled for a wire cutter that you used to cut off the attaching chain, but your clumsiness left an angry gash in your leg in the process. Limping from exhaustion, you ran from the room as fast as you could with the pain in your side from the glass that had been lodged there and the blood from the cut in your skull dripping down your face and neck. Your head felt fuzzy and faint, and you knew you were likely to pass out from blood loss any second. You repeated Aaron’s name in your head like a mantra, telling yourself that you needed to get back to him first, then you could pass out from pain. Every part of your body ached, screaming at you to give up as you stumbled down the creaky carpeted stairs, leaving a trail of blood in your wake.

As you neared the foyer, you heard the engine of a car, along with footsteps. The door flew open, with Aaron directly behind it, followed by Morgan, Emily, Spencer, Rossu, and a few agents from the New York office. Aaron’s eyes scanned the room before settling on you, bloodied and bruised, and he ran to you, gathering you in his arms while you whimpered like a child. He whispered things in your ear that you couldn’t make out as you let the blackness at the edge of your vision take over.

+++++

Lights. Murmuring voices. Were you still in that house?

You opened your eyes to see two people, one man and one woman, leaving the room you were in. There was a pressure on your hand that scared you, and slowly, you turned your head to see the source of the sensation, and you were greeted with what was quite possibly the best view you’d ever laid eyes on: Aaron Hotchner asleep at your side, desperately clutching your hand.

“Aaron?” You murmured. He was a light sleeper, so you knew the sound would most likely wake him up. When it didn’t, you squeezed his hand while murmuring his hand again. His head jerked up, and his tired eyes met yours.

“Y/N.” His voice was filled with so much anxiety, grief, and regret that your heart shattered, as he reached up to ever-so-gently caress your face, then kissed you softly.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.” His words took the broken pieces of your heart and smashed them again with a hammer, until you were sobbing against Aaron’s chest. He held you, and let you cry, becoming painfully aware of his inability to help in times like this. His specialty was catching criminals, not helping people through the trauma, and he entertained the thought of asking JJ to talk to you for a fleeting moment, before deciding that he couldn’t let you out of his sight for the time being.

After a few minutes, you sniffed and lifted your head to wipe away your tears, but Aaron did it before you could. You stared down at your side for a moment, watching the blood that seeped through the bandage every time you took a breath, while you gathered enough courage to speak without your voice wavering.

“I’m sorry. You told me you loved me, and I didn’t say it back, and that could’ve been the last-”

Aaron cut you off with a kiss, murmuring against your lips, “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

You sat in silence with him for a while, leaning your head against his shoulder as he stroked your hair. Eventually, Aaron broke the silence.

“I saw what you did to Ian.”

You choked out a laugh despite the pain that ripped through you while doing so. “Yeah, I left him in pretty bad shape, didn’t I?”

Aaron nodded, smiling. “I’m proud of you. Most people wouldn't be able to escape a serial killer.”

“Well, I’m not most people, Hotchner.”

“That’s for sure.”

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The rest of the team left for D.C. the next morning, but Aaron stayed to drive you home once you were discharged from the hospital. First, however, he dropped you off at the FBI field office to talk with Agent Milenka while he called Jessica to ask if she’d mind watching Jack for a few more days, explaining what happened to you. She practically viewed you as a sister, and after recovering from the initial horror, was happy to agree.

“Hey, Y/N! You’re alive!” Agent MIlenka called brightly as you limped into her office, bumping your crutched on the doorframe.

You chuckled. “Sadly, I am. Aaron told me it was you who figured out Foster had taken me. How’d you know?”

Milenka shrugged. “I may not be a profiler, but I sure as hell can tell when someone’s not right. The guy went almost crazy when you left New York. It just made sense.”

“But if that was his stressor, he would’ve started murdering earlier.”

“We thought at first that finding out about you and Agent Hotchner might’ve been the stressor, but it was impossible to tell when he’d found out, so we switched gears. I fired Ian a few months ago because he’d just been getting worse and worse, and eventually was a liability on cases. The last straw was him failing his psych evaluation. Maybe he felt that losing his FBI job meant he lost his last chance to be with you if he’d been hoping to transfer to your unit someday.”

You nodded slowly. “That’s around the time the kidnappings started, isn’t it?”

Milenka nodded. The two of you stood in her office in comfortable silence for a bit, until she stood up from her desk, crossing the distance between you and engulfing you in a nervous hug. She pulled away fairly quickly, most likely out of fear of hurting you, and awkwardly patted you twice on the shoulder. “Take care, Agent.”

“You too, Milenka.”

You turned to go, but stopped when you heard Milenka call, “One more thing.”

“Yeah?”

“Hotchner’s a good guy. Don’t let that one get away.”

You merely offered her a smile, then strode out of her office as elegantly as one can with a limp.

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The ride home was nice, full of easy discussion, laughter, and a few guilty looks that Aaron snuck at your stitched-up side, wishing he’d listened to you.

You made a joke he didn’t hear, and leaned over in your seat so you could wave a hand in front of his face, calling his name in a sing-song voice.

“Aaron, you good?”

Aaron shook his head slightly, rubbed his eyes, then turned towards you. “Yes?”

“Is something wrong?”

“No, I’ve just got a lot on my mind.”

You hummed in affirmation, then turned towards the window. The rest of the drive was spent in comfortable silence, until you arrived at Aaron’s house. You spent practically all of your time there. Honestly, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d stepped foot into your apartment. Aaron helped you into the house and to your shared bed, where you passed out immediately. You vaguely heard a soft whisper of “sleep well” before you were out cold.

Aaron watched you for what felt like hours, feeling pent-up stress and anger roll off of him in waves as he silently stroked your hair, grateful beyond words that you’d lived. You murmured something in your sleep that sounded suspiciously like “I love you,” before rolling over to curl against his chest, nuzzling your head against the crook of his neck. And for the first time in days, he allowed himself a smile. Aaron basked in the rare feeling of relaxation, thinking about how nice it would be to bottle up this feeling and keep it forever, until sleep finally pulled him into its soft clutches. And for once, with you safely nestled into him, he slept easily. He still hadn’t proposed, but that was okay. Now that you were safe, you two had all the time in the world.

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jae-daddy · 4 years

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Duff (7)

im jaebum au series

one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine masterlist

pairing: im jaebum x reader genre: angst, smut, cheating, CEO! plot: you are the duff and guys use you to get close to your best friend, Heather, and turns out Jaebum is no exception, but as time goes on the tension between you and your best friend’s unofficial boyfriend grows a/n: if ya like send something in or leave a comment! I love reading them! next part is going to be interesting, hope yall liked the bit of spice. not edited, hope y’all enjoy it! <3

“Stop,” Jaebum ordered.

Every nerve in your body told you to disobey and continue to walk out of his office, but your feet stopped. Your back faced him as your eyes settled on the plain dull wall in front of you, save for a painting that wasn’t much interesting.

It wasn’t truly his office yet. Jaebum hadn’t added any personal touches to the cold space in the past month of him acting Director. He remained detached from the office, employees and the job as much as he could.

Except for you, Jaebum always seemed to be looking for a way to get under your skin. Find new ways to bother you, to annoy you. It was almost as if he enjoyed seeing you fume at him with anger. Your face red with fury brought him peace and happiness. It made that easy cocky smirk on his lips grow each time his melting eyes met your raging ones.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said.

You didn’t turn around instantly. Instead, you took a deep breath in and turned with a vacant expression, “I’m sorry, sir. Was there something you needed?”

Jaebum shifted in the chair, annoyed. Once again, he wasn’t seated in the big boss chair on the other side of the desk. He chose one of the two placed on the other side instead, with papers splayed out in front of him, on the desk.

Your eyes went to the mess and your lips pursed. Your hands itched by your side to sort through the junk and organise everything in a proper fashion. But Jaebum knew what he was doing, he knew exactly where each paper was. He worked like a genius; chaotic and completely self-relied.

You looked back at him to find his lips drawn into a thin line, his brows drawn together as he stared up at you. For the first time, Im Jaebum did not have the cocky smile that normally danced on his lips. His eyes didn’t watch you as if he understood every thought that zoomed through your head.

He looked at you utterly lost, distraught and confused.

“Don’t try to play this game, y/n. Stop that, tell me what’s wrong, why have you been avoiding me.”

He was almost begging at this point, and for the first time in the past week, you smiled. It wasn’t a kind smile, it was cruel and relished his misery. Your tight posture relaxed as you tilted your head holding his troubled gaze as you sang, almost taunting, “I have no idea what you are talking about. I have not been avoiding you, sir.”

Jaebum rose out of his seat and towered over you in an instant. He gritted, “Stop calling me that.”

“Calling you what, sir?”

Jaebum’s eyes darkened as he took another step towards you. You didn’t move away, you held your ground, your head tilting back to meet his stormy gaze. His jaw ticked as he sneered, “Do you enjoy this? Do you find pleasure in torturing me like this?”

“Torturing you?” You tsked, the smirk on your face growing, hiding the pounding heartbeat in your ears. You turned walking away before spinning on your red-bottom heels, “If someone were to hear, they’d think I was actually hurting you, sir.”

“Stop it!” He spat, the anger leaving him. All Jaebum was left with was desperateness as he continued, “Stop calling me sir, y/n. I’m trying to have a conversation with you as a friend--”

“A friend?” You chuckled, cutting him off. “We are not friends.”

“So we’re back to this again?”

“Yes, we are.” It was your turn to sneer at him as you took a step towards him. All coolness evaded your body and all you felt was red and hot. Anger sparked through every core of your body, your eyes shone with distaste, as you looked down your nose at him, “I will never be friends with a loathsome disgusting dog like you.”

“Dog?” Jaebum snickered at the weak insult, but the embers of the fire began lighting up inside him as he watched your lips draw into a scowl.

“Yes, a dog. A terrible, horrible cheating dog.”

“Is that the best you can do?” Jaebum jeered raising his eyebrows mockingly. “Call me a dog and say nonsense?”

“I am not speaking nonsense, you bastard,” you spat. Jaebum flinched at your words, but you continued, the fire blazing inside you. “I saw you and that woman in your office that day. Don’t think I will forget that easily. I know how disgusting you are.”

“What day--”

“Or do you mean which day-” you cut him off, stepping closer to him. The poison hissing from your tongue, “You have flirted with any woman that you ever crossed path with; at the club, at work! It doesn’t matter to you that you have a girlfriend, and you might think it’s okay, but it is not. I would never do that to my friend. I won’t sit back and hold my tongue-”

“Then why haven’t you done something about it if I’m so bad,” Jaebum cut you off this time. The easy smile returned on his lips, dancing with malice as he looked down at you as if you were a crazy lady talking about stars and the end of the world. “If you can’t differentiate between being friendly with others and flirting, then that’s on you, not on me. It’s not my fault you're an emotionless closed off mumpsimus who doesn’t know that people can simply just be nice to one to another--”

“Yes!” You scoffed up at him. “Because almost fucking a lady on your desk is just being friendly.”

“I was not about to fuck her!”

“Oh yeah?” You nodded, sarcastic.

“I was not cheating. I was not flirting with her.”

“Then what were you doing, Jaebum?” Your eyes were blazing with so much rage you felt as if it would consume you. “Do you hug everyone on your desk? How did Paul like it when you dry-humped him on the desk and called it a friendly hug?”

“Oh, fuck off,” Jaebum groaned, “It was just a hug and she slipped! I was helping her get steady!”

“And I just happened to walk in that exact moment. What a crazy coincidence!”

“If you’re so certain, why haven’t you told anyone then?” Jaebum questioned, after a deep breath. “You tell Heather everything, why haven’t you told her this yet?”

“She already knows what I think of you.”

Jaebum tried not to flinch at your words, “But have you told her about what you apparently saw last week in this office?”

Your cheeks painted red, as you tore your eyes away from him. You stared at the wicked desk instead, “No.”

“Why not?” He drawled, as he took a step closer towards you.

Your chest swelled with resentment as you refused to look at him and the victorious smile you knew was on his lips. You bit your tongue before you answered, each word cutting your throat, “I was not sure.”

“What was that?” He crooned, you could hear his smile. You felt the chuckle in his cool breath as it brushed your forehead. When you didn’t reply, Jaebum placed a finger under your chin and lifted your eyes to meet his.

His haunting gaze still shone with anger, but his lips painted the picture of the easy ocean after a stormy night.

You wanted to smack that smile from his lips. You wanted to erase the victory bubbling inside of him. You met his eyes, not looking way. Your mind repeating one thought over and over again.

I hate you.

It was unfair to blame all these emotions on Im Jaebum when it was not all his doing. You knew Jaebum wasn’t a flirt by choice, but by nature. He was like a golden retriever who couldn’t help but spread love wherever he went. And he didn’t just get friendly with any woman around his age, but with old grandmas, mothers, other males and grandfathers too. It was just who he was.

You knew you were being harsh, you knew it. But you couldn’t back down.

You would rather blame it on Jaebum. You would rather pretend that it was all his fault that you hadn’t been smiling, sleeping or eating this past week. You didn’t want to give that asshole this power over you; you didn’t want to admit the power he still had over you.

Jaebum’s eyes searched yours and the storm in them vanished. His eyes held yours, his fingers on your chin holding you in place as he searched through your mind. And just like always, he finally found the answer. You saw the recognition shine in his eyes; he knew this wasn’t about him.

You knew it wasn’t this that you had you so removed from life. But it wasn’t like Jaebum didn’t do anything wrong too. You still didn’t know what had happened between Jaebum and that lady, or more like, what would have happened had you not walked in at that moment.

“I walked in too early, Im Jaebum,” you exhaled, the venom dancing on your tongue as you met his cool gaze. Your eyes burned bright once again in accusation, “If I had walked in a second later, I would have caught you red-handed.”

“Red-handed?” Jaebum repeated, the smile easy on his lips, the raise of his eyebrows graceful, “Red-handed doing what exactly?”

You glared at him, “I would have found you about to fuck her.”

Jaebum chuckled in reply. The burn of his fingers easing on your chin. He opened his eyes, a new kind of darkness in his eyes; his lips smirking with secrecy.

His fingers lingered on your chin, his thumb grazing your lower lip, his eyes falling for a moment. Your heart stopped when you saw him lean in closer, but then he stopped.

His fingers were a whisper against your skin. It lightly traced down your throat, over your faint collarbones and over your shoulders. His fingertips grazed down your back smoothly, his touch burning through the flimsy white shirt you wore. His fingers stopped on your lower back, before both his hands landed on your hips. His fingers spreading over the curve, searing you with its touch.

His hands gently nudged you backwards, making you take a step back. Jaebum’s steps followed you, making you walk backwards until you felt the edge of the dark wood on your lower back.

Jaebum’s eyes never left yours as he eased you onto the desk. Your legs parted effortlessly as Jaebum slipped between them; your skirt bunching up as it rose up your thigh. Jaebum’s hands finally left your body and your chest expanded.

The ghost of his touch burned you with its sudden coldness.

A strong arm reached behind you on the right. His left hand fell on your knees, slowly, dangerously moving up.

You weren’t breathing; you couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t move under his touch.

You couldn’t move under his heated gaze.

Jaebum’s eyes did not leave yours as he leaned in closer. His dark eyes flickering to your lips, a knowing small smile on his lips as your chest heaved. You gulped nervously as his lips drew closer, so close you could taste his breath on your tongue.

You closed your eyes as you felt him lean in closer. His tortuously slow left hand deliciously moved higher, his fingertips gracing the inside of your thighs.

His lips touched you, barely missing your lips. A small sigh left you, and you felt a smile blossom on his soft lips. Jaebum placed another kiss, lower, and then another. Another soft sigh fell from your lips when his lips kissed your neck; you felt his lips drag upwards towards your ear.

His fingertips dug into your thighs, as he gently blew into your ear. You held your breath to stop the whimper from escaping you. You felt so hot; you were sure if Jaebum's fingers as much as travelled any bit further he would be able to feel your body reacting to him.

You could feel your core tangled and a mess of nerves, and a heartbeat down below, in anticipation.

“I have barely touched you and you’re such a beautiful little mess, love,” Jaebum whispered into your ear. You closed your eyes swallowing the painful truth in his words and the shame climbing over your body. “Trust me, if I ever wanted to fuck someone you wouldn’t have to guess. You would know.”

You believed him. If something more was happening that day, you would have known.

You felt him move away, but you kept your eyes closed. Your breath leaving you shakingly as you tried to regain control over yourself. You could feel him look at you; you felt his gaze burn you as he took you in.

You wondered what he saw. How much could he see?

Could he see your cheeks deep with a blush? Your lips wet with anticipation? Your chest heaving? Your breath shattering? All because of him and his nearness, how much could he see... what did he think of it...

Could he see your mind racing with thoughts of him? Racing with all that could happen next? His lips on yours, your moans filling up the quiet office as he groaned, filling you up, spreading you wide open on his desk.

Could he see how you were trying to control yourself?

You opened your eyes and wished you hadn’t. You would rather see them clouded with rage, even unfiltered lust would be better than the softness you found. The honey brown in his eyes met your gaze with desire, want and longing.

It was disgusting.

It was terrible.

It was horrifying how Im Jaebum could make you feel when he was looking at you like that. As if his hands burned beside him, begging to touch you. As if he would cease to exist if he did not touch you, kiss you, hold you. As if you were all he could ever want in the world, but you were the only thing he could never have.

You would rather take animalistic lust over that.

You tore your eyes away from him. Jaebum took a step back and you hopped off the desk. You straightened your skirt avoiding his face. But Im Jaebum wasn’t looking at you as well, his gaze focused on the floor but his mind somewhere far away.

“I won’t worry Heather with this,” you croaked out. Jaebum nodded absent-mindedly, and you began walking out. You were almost to the door when you stopped. You bit your lip, unsure, but decided to say it anyway, “Don’t take it personally, Jaebum. It’s not you, I’ve just been in a mood and caught up with something else. I- I guess, that’s why you thought I was avoiding you.”

“Oh,” Jaebum replied, softly. You turned around to find him giving you all his attention, “Is there something I can do to help you?”

You shook your head with a small smile, “No.”

The moment you had been dreading finally arrived that afternoon.

“Good evening, Meridian Firm,” you answered, automatically. You hated answering phone calls, you would rather email.

“Hello, I’m calling from Spring Industries-”

You knew. You knew.

“I’m calling on behalf of our CEO Park Jinyoung,” the lady on the other spoke, and you tried to control your breathing. “He would like a meeting with Director Im.”

“I will let Director Im know.”

“Can we pencil a meeting date right now, and you can confirm it later? My boss really wants an answer,” the lady on the side spoke sounding more humane.

You knew what she meant by that too. You knew how he got when he didn't get what he wanted.

“Of course,” you pulled out the calendar planner looking for the next empty date, “How is next week Thursday at five-thirty in the evening?”

“Hmm, let me check,” you heard a few clicks on the other side, and prayed it wouldn’t match. “Oh, perfect! Hope to hear from you soon!”

“Alright, goodbye,” you say before hanging up. You sighed, tired, as you run your fingers through your hair.

You knew this moment was coming, but you hadn't expected it to come so soon. You weren’t sure if you were ready. Your stomach churned at the thought of seeing him again.

“Hey, you alright?”

You looked up to find Im Jaebum standing by your desk with concerned eyes. You nodded, smiling slightly at how adorable he looked worried, “I’m good.”

“I...” he started but trailed off. “Let’s go get dinner.”

You were about to say no when he added, “Heather and Bam are already on their way. And Heather said she wants you there.”

You sighed, exhausted, “Alright.”

“Oh, and uh,” you paused, biting your lips, breathless. “The CEO of Spring Industries wants to meet you next week Thursday at five-thirty, how should I reply?”

“Am I free?” You nodded in reply. Jaebum just shrugged, nonchalant, “Cool, tell them yes.”

You nodded once again, doom already clouding over you.

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prettyboykatsuki · 3 years

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yo I just want to say how thankful I am that you’re creating a space for honest reflection & discussion in so so many important topics. I agree 100% with the anon talking about finding your sexuality through smut like yes when I was in my teens, I definitely relied on fanfics for figuring out what I was n was not into and only when I was older realized that any relationship (esp bdsm) that you participate in HAS to have clear communication & care and it just wasn’t in these fics. I’m not implying that people have to educate themselves in every single little thing to post their own writings but should just be like aware that with a platform and spreading info, they should make sure it’s represented correctly?? I know some authors do but again, when one has a platform, responsibility is inherent. and your piece that you just dug up on the dom/sub view in relationships and how western society has conditioned people to believe that people are either one thing or another, PHEW what a think piece. I am very thankful for your voice in the community, it makes me feel more comfortable being here & im happy that we can start to make this a more comfy place for the younger generations as well as ourselves.

whew... i look at this and deadass got teary eyed. i wish i could explain how much it means to me to read this but honestly i dont think there would be enough words in the english language for me to even start to try.. like no corny shit but damn.

i don't even really consider myself an author with a platform, im literally just some guy who writes porn and makes jokes but i do try my best to be as open about certain conversations relating to sex and kinda just about my commentary on fandom culture in general.

im an open-minded person but i know i probably come off as quite opinionated so i kind of worry me... talking about certain things in certain ways will be a turn off ig? i don't wanna come off as houlier-than-thou because that's really never my intentions like at all. fandom culture can be very arbitrary to someone's life and i guess i worry about that

i just.. think a lot i guess. i've spent a lot of my life actively participating in fandom culture and the older i get the more critical and aware of it i become. and i've always been that kind of person where i look at things and have kind of strange takes on them or at least that's how i feel.

when i come on here to say my piece, it's really really comforting knowing that other people, or even one person - can kind of agree. it frees me from feeling my thoughts and opinions are super isolated and it's just really nice to be able to talk and discuss things.

also as someone who had internet accesses very, very early - i try really hard to be someone younger me (im babie even still but yk) could've looked up to when i had no parental supervision and no one looking out for me. my influence is very small and very miniscule but if someone can be positively impacted by me speaking my mind and expressing my thoughts even just one time that means a lot.

there's not really anything anyone can do to stop people from reading certain content and that's just how things go so even though i do my best to monitor - i figure at the very least i can be open and maybe do some good in that way.

this made me cry like a lot. thank you so much for sending it and thanks for being on my blog and participating in stuff with me. thank you.

#return to sender #oh the way im cryin #hall of fame #keep tag

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gossipqueen2000 · 3 years

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“I think my desire to be able to take care of myself became everything. I became my whole world” AND THATS ON SELF-LOVE AND SELFCARE COMING FIRST! MY ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE LINE EVER! i’m loving that musa realizes that she needs to take care of herself first instead of another person and relies on herself, and herself only, for that; it’s such an important message!! this chapter was everything! seeing timmy‘s pov in general was actually so refreshing and interesting to read. musa‘s relationship with the girls is so pure 🥺 the whole date scene ????? the girls and specialists spying on them ???? I love them so much!!! ALSO NOT AT RIVEN CATCHING MUSA AND EATON WHILE THEYRE KISSING LMAOOO riven worrying and looking out for musa even though he’s being a little shithead is so- 🥺 I‘m glad that sam moved on and it was cleared up that he didn’t spread the rumours. i love how we always come full circle through little sentences here and there like the „also missing the rather nervous look on one of their female teammates“ line about lydia and us later on finding out that she was nervous because she’s dating sam!

I don’t think you need to worry about the way you’re writing jealousy. the way you’ve portrayed it is just so real, this is totally how riven would react! his inner fight and defence mechanism and with that him insulting musa out of his anger was written so well! I seriously can’t wait for the next chapter and I’m so curious to find out how the duo will come to terms with their feelings in the future! again you’re an amazing writer and I really adore your work 💜

Oh sweet sweet Anon!! I can’t tell you how much I tried to have Riven just own up to being jealous but the character just would not comply! He’s so stubborn! and he’s grown but he still has stuff to learn about sharing feelings it seems!

I love that you caught that little line about Lydia honestly! and yeah I wanted Sam happy no issue with the character really and I like the dynamic of friendly exs it's so interesting! I just adore it when a reader points out the subtle line and I'm like yes! Yes!! I adore you guys

and yeah the date was just fun to write and well the kissing I mean let's just say I tried to make up for it with this new update.

As for the two-part weekend, well next part is up! although its technically not the weekend anymore so Im so sorry I fell short! Let me know what you think this one next chapter was one of my favorites to write!!

Cheers love!!

#rivusa #riven x musa #fate winx saga #Winx #winx club #musa #musa x riven #musa winx #winx musa #riven #riven winx #winx riven #winx fate #fate the winx saga #fate winx club #riven fate #musa fate

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thesugarace · 4 years

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Alright

I finished HLITF season 1 for Kaga and I SWEAR TO ALL 12 ZODIAC GODS

VOLTAGE. PEAKED!!!! AT KAGA’S SEQUEL

THIS STORY IS AN ABSOLUTE

(Early warning: minor/major spoilers and a lot of rants/fangirling/thirst etc etc all bec I just absolutely love this story and I feel the need to share this love with everyone. Also, I keep seeing everyone hating on MC in this but I actually really liked her here and so I MUST defend her)

Okay

First of all look. loOK. LOOK AT THESE CGS!!!!

CAN YOU BELIEVE WE GET A HOT AND SEXY KAGA CG, A LITERALLY STEAMY ROMANTIC CG AND A BOMB AF STORY ALL FOR $3 EYE-

And oh my huedhaut dont even get me started on the story. It was absolutely on point. It has everything a HLITF story promises to have:

justice in the eyes of our straightlaced MC vs the PSD ✔️

Conflict btwn Kaga and MC precisely because of that ✔️

Our girl pulling a vanishing act bec she refused to compromise her values ✔️

the refusal of each side to back down and their love for each other TEARING THEM APART INSIDE ✔️

OUR GIRL SHOWING OFF HOW INSIGHTFUL SHE REALLY IS AND FINDING A SOLID AF LEAD ✔️

MC’S GROWTH in finding a somewhat compromise between her principles and what is required of her as a PSD detective ✔️

And of course, my absolute favourite: ANGSTY ANGSTY MY-WORLD-IS-ENDING-BECAUSE-MY-MC-IS-IN-DANGER-ANGSTY KAGA ✔️

Okay, I need to address the one thing that everyone just hates about this story en masse and it’s MC. Personally, I dont agree with her about the some parts, especially the interrogation because she did hinder an investigation and in law enforcement that is one big No-No but I do see where she’s coming from, especially with the surveillance thing and the whole copping out and literally running away to the countryside. I saw reviews abt her being completely naive but seriously, put yourself in the position of the one being spied. She’s so against it because to the suspect, what they’re doing could be harmful to him, especially so if he was innocent. I think as a person, she believes in the more publically-accepted justice - the kind of justice that everyone wants but is really very difficult to obtain.

And this is where we get to the beauty of this story. As per their MO, the PSD is ready to do whatever it takes to get the culprit even it means breaking the law. They’re desperate to get the culprit because people are actually getting hurt and the longer this guy gives them the slip, the more people are going to get hurt. Even in MSB, its been established that to the PSD, the end ALWAYS justify the means and they dont give a shit if they look like criminals for it. So this is where the conflict arises between MC and the PSD guys. For the PSD, there’s an opportunity where they might get the culprit but its illegal and for MC, what the PSD wants to do is too risky for something only based on suspicion; she wants to stay on the legal path but she has no lead whatsoever and time is not on either side. People dont seem to realise the weight of MC’s viewpoint and have a tendency to think of ‘officers doing something illegal’ as something as light as jaywalking or smt. No, these institutions have a wide reach and one misstep could bring harmful repercussions onto countless innocent people not to mention the implications of their actions on their integrity as an institution of the law and the integrity of the entire justice system. However, the PSD’s side is a lot more true to reality albeit in more complex situations: their duty beyond all else is to prevent crime and there are times when there really seems to be no way. I’ve been working in law for the past few years and this is a classic dilemma that has been simplified but quite well executed in this context. Justice is not as clear cut as the right way, the right end. The law may simply be black words on white paper but different circumstances dye it with their own colours. This is where MC is lacking. She’s like a freshman at law school - someone who truly believes in the importance of justice but actually has little idea what that actually entails. She is not entirely naive but more in a sense that she’s never been confronted with these kind of complex high-stakes situations (she worked in a police box before this for Ichthys’s sake) and that inexperience disables her from seeing and evaluating the entire situation from the PSD’s pov. For her, its like playing poker for the first time and she’s already betting with the million dollar chips.

The second thing I REALLY must defend her in is the whole quitting from the academy. For the love of Zyglavis, she did NOT run away just because Kaga told her she’s not suited for PSD, it was just the trigger. Lemme put it in a different scenario (btw this scenario is not meant to mirror the situation, its only meant to evoke how MC felt in the story) Imagine you live in a city and you and your significant other are living together. A pandemic has struck your city but everyone refuses to wear a mask and the government is even encouraging people not to wear a mask. You know that wearing a mask slows down the spread of the virus and you are trying to convince people to wear one but they just ignore you. The number of cases is dropping and people think its because they dont wear masks unlike other cities but you know that people should still wear masks or the numbers might spike. So you try to convince everyone to wear a mask and people start berating you for being so stupid as to believe that masks will slow down the spread of the virus when the numbers are dropping without the city wearing them. You go home and your significant other berates you for forcing other people to wear a mask and says ‘since you wanna wear a mask so badly, get out of my house and move out of town’ That’s what it felt like for MC: the absolute frustration + sadness from the rejection of what she truly believes in by the people she’s surrounded by. Time and time again in the story, she’s confronted with the fact that the justice she believes in is not the justice PSD serves. For someone who is working towards joining the PSD, that has to be killing her inside every time. It just serves as a reminder that she is not suited for PSD nor is she what PSD wants in a detective, something she has been struggling with since MS1 but she perseveres perhaps because of her dream to become a detective or because of her aspirations to someday be Kaga’s equal or at least be someone he considers he can rely on. I really believe it’s the second one, after all, it was his rejection of her that really broke her inside and finally convinced her to quit. That’s why if you buy the ending set, you’ll see in the extra stories that Kaga gets extremely angry AT HIMSELF that MC quit the academy. He knows that our persistent Kappa doesnt give up so easily, not even when he scolded her for ruining his interrogation. Its because all these factors built up and he was the one to push her over her limit. So yes, our girl is not fragile yall. She’s just been through so much and I honestly dont blame her for leaving like one order of R&R for our MC here, she deserves it thanks.

Okay, I need to end this soon cause its starting to get too long but what made me really love her here is the whole LIME thing. That part made love her so much because even when she quit on the academy, there’s still a fire inside her to do what it takes to achieve justice, even if it meant relying on the people she didnt agree with. Even when she was so broken inside believing that she’s not one of them, she’s not needed by them, she’s not worthy of helping them; she just wants to help!

IM SO FREAKING SOFT FOR HER BECAUSE THIS GIRL WHO HAS BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH IS STILL FIGHTING IN HER OWN WAY AND JKASHFHASKJHAKSHKJHGA BRB CRYING

ALSO

THAT BLOODY PHONE CALL OH MY FREAKING SCORPIO THAT PHONE CALL. I died when he told her that quitting is not an excuse to leave his side. THESE TWO EYE-

Okay, you have to read that phone call scene from both sides because then you’ll see how much these two are being stubborn because they still dont accept the other’s pov abt the case but at the same time how much they love and miss each other is gnawing at them inside AND THEYRE STRUGGLING TO HOLD ALL THOSE EMOTIONS BACK WHEN THEY HEAR EACH OTHERS’ VOICES OVER THE PHONE FREAKING KRIOFF TAKE THE WHEEL PLEASE

Anyways, I really enjoyed reading season 1 for Kaga, especially because of his MC - I see her actually growing from the small police box officer to a PSD cadet and the sequel, especially, shows promise in how she’s going to navigate the world of law enforcement and facing difficult choices. Our girl really decided to return to the academy without finding a proper middle ground between her values and what PSD requires of her but she showed determination to work on it so I really hope we get to see more of that in later seasons. Also, WHIPPED Kaga is my fav but soft Kaga is up there as well. MC SAYING HE SOUNDED SAD OVER THE PHONE AND HER TEARING UP I CANT. THESE TWO ARE BAD FOR MY HEART.

Okay, Im not sure what I’ll be reading next. I kinda wanna start on his season 2 but considering how amazing this season is for Kaga, Im really curious abt the other characters so I might start on them before starting any season 2s. Also, idk if I would make these long argumentative-ish essays a thing but just idk why, my brain is really good at spewing essays out when it comes to HLITF and I think its fuelled by the panic from all my unfinished work so yay

Thanks for reading!!!

#rediscovering hlitf #HLITF #Hyogo Kaga #seiji goto #hideki ishigami #ayumu shinonome #shusuke soma #her love in the force #voltage inc.#otome #voltage otome #voltage romance sims #voltage guys

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Bite my Tongue

Pairing: Blossom x Butch (blossutch)

Fandom: PowerPuff Girls

Words: 6027

So I had this idea a while ago and suddenly i was struck with inspiration. This is probably the longest one shot ive done and im actually really proud of this so please be nice and show some love! Im sorry to everyone not in the fandom and just waiting for me to get off the ppg high but ahahhahah no. Anyways i hope you enjoy.

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Blossom was never one to shout out her opinions. She always thought them through before letting others know what she had to say. She took into consideration every perspective and point of view and if it was a question relying heavily on morals, she had already decided the right answer in her head. She was bold but never brash, unlike Buttercup who would jump straight into anything and figure out the ending later. Even Bubbles’s heavy heart could cloud her judgement at times, Blossom tried to be the one to even out the score.

She could hold her tongue if she didn't agree because it was too much of a headache to correct every single person, she wanted to, but she knew her limits. She was an extremely educated woman. She taught herself how to read and do basic math days after she was “born”. She graduated top of her class in every school, preschool, elementary, middle and high school where she had to unfortunately share the top spot with Brick who had the same exact GPA as her down to the 11th decimal point. Yes, they checked that far.

She went to an elite college and worked her way into a PHD for Organic Chemistry, Marine Biology and even Law. No one knew more than her, except maybe Brick, but that was still up for debate because she graduated one week before him. They had a conjoined party and they spent most of the night debating. Most people thought they hated each other but they had a really close bound like siblings.

The moral of her life is that she knew best. She knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it and if she didn’t she would find a way. It’s what made her such a determined and born leader. No matter the situation being a group project for English class or a monster fight, the calculations in her head were ready and thought through before leaving her mouth.

And if she ever did yell or scream without thinking, it would only be a millisecond before she had facts to prove her point.

However she didn’t know how much of a loose cannon she would be when it came to her boyfriend. The notorious ex villain RowdyRuff Boy Butch. Aka the most unsuitable man for Blossom Utonium according to every single person's unhelpful opinion.

She remembers when the feelings arose during high school. For some reason he had come to her for help on his mid terms. Of course she was more than happy to help and she wondered if it was because he liked to tease her or to get under his brother's skin. Whatever the case, she happily agreed.

“I love doing charity work.” She said smugly and the dark green eyes looked at her before making her blush from the stare.

“Damn Pink, no need to be harsh.” His voice was light and she was thankful he didn’t see it as a threat. She liked that she could joke with him because if she had said that to Brick, let’s just say another argument would break out.

Weeks passed by as she would spend lunch and after school time with him studying. She didn’t know when he looked so peaceful when doing his homework or how much she truly enjoyed his company. They would go to small cafes or sit in the park with their worksheets spread around them.

There was this small feeling deep within her heart that she hadn’t quite known. She thought she was getting sick or light headed but the pressure built up as she heard him laugh. She left that day and spent the rest of the night quietly staring at the ceiling, her mind for once empty as she didn’t know what to say or do.

It was one of the first moments that she didn’t think through. It was a sudden loose thought and she ran with it. Her heart screamed at her after he came running up to her after fall break to show her that he had gotten high scores on his exams. His smile was breathtaking and she spun her around, flying them into the air before setting them back down. Those few seconds in the sky as he held her close and genuinely laughed made her have a heartfelt thought.

Her feet landed on the ground and she was thankful that they were alone because while he was rambling on and on about how she helped him, she wrapped her fingers around the strings of his hoodie and pulled him close before crashing her lips against his.

He wasted no time kissing her back. His lips were unbelievably soft and she had kissed others before but for some reason, this felt right. Her clouded judgement of whether she should have done this or not washed away when they pulled apart and he stared at her with wide eyes and an even wide smirk.

“I’m proud of you Butch.” Her fingers were still around his hoodie but he made no intention to move out of her grasp. “In fact you can thank me by taking me out on Saturday.”

To say they were both surprised was an understatement. His smirk somehow got bigger and she swore that she picked up on the blush on his cheeks and there was no doubt that her face was matching his.

He said nothing but continued to stare and she suddenly felt like she read all the signs wrong. Maybe the shoulder touches and the knees touches weren’t what she thought. Maybe the light flirting and the teasing was just that, a joke. Maybe, oh her head was now racing. She knew better than to run all the options and pros and cons of each situation.

She had a hand on her waist before she was pulled closed. Her hands now flat against his chest, she didn’t even know she had looked away from him.

“You’re cute when you think too much.” So he saw those gears always turning in her head. The concentration on her face was mostly present throughout the day, the inner superhero in her. “Saturday it is Pink.” He whispered and she closed her eyes as his lips fell on hers again. Her mind now at ease.

The moment the world heard about their dating, which started in high school mind you, the news exploded. Time after time they asked why she didn’t date her counterpart and time and time again she would say “Because I don’t want to”. Which was true. There was no spark between them like that. Brick had taken eyes for the joy and the laughter sister while Boomer was busy swooning over the toughest fighter, she was happy for them. Everyone was happy for those pairs.

But Butch and Blossom received the most criticism. They understood the dynamic between the scary bad boy and the sweetest girl to walk the earth and the relationship between the best damn sports girl and the best damn musician. The dynamic of the perfectionist and the far from perfect was not everyone's cup of tea.

At first she was annoyed. She would shoot reporters cold glares and say that her personal life was her business only. She never let Butch know how much it hurt her when people would talk down about them together. She would always be chipper around him and make sure that he always felt loved by her, she would hate to make him feel bad because of what stupid reporters would say.

Luckily for Butch he genuinely couldn’t care less what the press thought. He spent his entire life being hounded down for his behavior and has taught himself to let things just roll off his shoulders, he had super powers, what did they have? Nothing.

And although he could let things slide, he saw it in her eyes one day when they were hanging out. The nice summer's day was interrupted by an attack from a brutal monster. The girls saved the day as usual and as she landed and went to talk to the police, an interview got in her way. The man said something about her being better than her boyfriend and how she could allow herself to date someone who was a villain. It wasn’t even the worst comment she had received, but her body ached and all she wanted to do was curl up into her bed and cry.

Without thinking she turned and used her ice breath, freezing his camera and making it shatter to the ground.

“I think they are the cutest.” Bubbles said behind her and she was thankful that her sisters supported her. They were all in the same boat after all.

Buttercup passed the guy too and shot a glare. “That’s my counterpart so saying shit like that is insulting to me buddy.” The man began shaking as the threat came from her. Buttercup never liked to use the ‘counterpart term’ but she would if it meant defending her sister and her best friend.

Her sisters saw that strong exterior crumble. They have had their fair share of comments but watching Blossom slightly shake and bite her quivering lip as she flew home made them both sad. Bubbles wrapped her arms around her and Buttercup kissed the top of her head while texting the green eyed boy to call his girl.

She almost didn’t pick up the phone when he called. But eventually he got her to sit on the edge of an abandoned building's roof, one of their many secret spots. He sat next to her, arm over her shoulder as he held her. Her tears came as a surprise and he let her use his shirt to soak up her pain.

“It isn’t fair.” She whispered as she held his hand.

“I know.” he kissed her head.

“It's okay if you’re done.” She cried. “I understand.” She began to move away from him. Ashamed that she had let all these people say these terrible things about him. It wasn’t fair and he deserved better. They had only been dating for about two months, she would be okay.

It's happened before. All her past relationships had left because they couldn’t take the heat and she would try to tell them that it wouldn’t matter, because it didn’t. But for this one, it hurt. She wanted to be able to say that she wasn’t affected by the press, she wasn’t before so why now? She had become numb to paparazzi in the past but every since they practically hounded Butch every chance they got, she was afraid.

She was frightened to acknowledge that it was all wrong. Before accepting any of her other boyfriends, she had a day or two to think about it. How would they act? What would dates be? All those things played over and over in that massive mind space but this was completely blind. She had stopped thinking around him, not literally but in the means that she didn’t have to and she liked that.

But she was now looking at the consequence of it all. Butch, who has done so much to clean up his reputation with his brothers and become civilized as much as possible, he still would fight with BC constantly but there was nothing she could do about that. He deserves someone better. Someone who wasn’t stuck up and held their head too high for anyone to touch her crown, not that she believed she did that but that's what the rumors said. Bossy Blossy as they say.

It wasn’t fair to make him suffer. Not when his brothers got off easy. Brick was somehow adored by the press when he did something so little as smile at Bubbles and Boomer was the golden boy as he opened doors for Buttercup. But Butch, no. When the cameras captured them together, Blossom was always laughing and yet, they still said he was no match.

So when he grabbed her arm gently and pulled her to his chest. She was surprised when she felt the tears drip onto her shoulders. She looked into those green eyes she grew so fond of, they were a great color, and saw them brimming with matching tears.

That was something she adored about him. He was naturally so tough and rough and felt the most confident with dirt caked on his face and blood dripping from the scraps. And then there was this side. The delicate and softness that no one thought he could have. The way he touched her and talked, he was always so sweet with her.

“Blossom.” He rarely used her name. It was always pet names and endearments but when he did use her name it was for the sake of love and pain, almost like he had to save it for a special occasion. “You may not believe me but I do not give a single fuck about what those nobody's say.”

She sniffed as his thumb caught one of her tears. “Really?” Her voice was trying to regain its strength.

“Yes. Why would I? They say I don’t deserve you and sure I felt that way too, but then I remembered something.” He laughed a little which made her smile.

“What?” She sniffled.

“I remembered that I was dating Blossom Utonium. The girl who thinks everything through before diving in. She never once goes back on her promises and is so incredibly smart that she could do anything she sets her mind too. That's why I don’t worry because if you decided that I am worthy of dating you, then why would those people mean anything? You are already enough and every time I get to kiss you, for fucks sake Pink, it all washes away. So let them say shit because I have all the proof I need.”

“You always know what you want Butch. That's what I admire about you.”

“So do you. Maybe sometimes you just need to stop and smell the roses.”

“How sweet.” She kissed his cheek which was now fully dried of tears.

“Only for you Pink.”

As years passed Blossom learned how to bite her tongue more. He taught her to not give, as he said, a single fuck and no one dared to talk about them unless it was with praise. Blossom really did try but a Reds ' patience could only go so far. Whenever someone insulted Bubbles, her husband would not hesitate to snap on them, she understood completely. Maybe that's why having a boyfriend who was cool and calm and just went with the flow was perfect. She could get fired up and he would simply cool her down.

On the flip side, once you made a green mad, it was over and she knew better than to try and stop him. She may have enjoyed watching her boyfriend and sister beat the shit outta nasty reporters a little too much.

She could only take so much and today was proving it.

She was a lawyer and even though her office was filled with highly educated people, she was stuck in the back corner with three other girls who were only there as personal assistants. Then again she was only here temporarily due to her private office being constructed upstairs. Yes, she was that good.

She couldn’t wait to have her own space. It would be nice to have a quiet place to work and if there was an emergency involving robots or monsters, her office had the perfect balcony to fly from so that she wouldn’t disturb her coworkers. But she hated being in that corner.

In the last hour as she was finishing filing all of her neatly done paperwork, the conversation went from lip injections, the new outlet shops, the hottest men in really expensive underwear and now the topic of the ever so light gender bias was upon these ladies.

“Did you see what happened with the actress from the giant squid film?” Haley said. “She got engaged and she was the one to propose to him.” The other two girls gasped as they fixed their nails.

“I just don’t think that women should be allowed to ask her boyfriend to marry her. A man should propose.” The uptight blonde, Peggy said.

“Absolutely not.” Gertrude said. “What do you think Blossom?” All eyes were now on her and she rolled her own before turning in her chair. She felt a headache coming on.

“I don’t see the problem.” She simply stated as she filed another paper neatly. “Good for them.”

“You don’t think it's wrong?”

“Nope.” She didn’t have time for this; she was trying to find her stapler.

All eyes turned to her as the other women who shared the space scoffed. “I highly doubt that your boyfriend would let you.” Gertrude said. Where was it?

Blossom’s left eye twitched and now she turned in her chair to see their faces. “My boyfriend?” She asked with a scolding tone. Fuck the stapler.

“Butch?” Haley scoffed. “Oh he is too prideful to let even Blossom propose. I mean face it Blossom, you are this big successful woman who saves the world and is crazy smart. All he does is listen to your commands. You already wear the pants in the relationship so you should agree that he should be able to make at least this decision.”

The sound of Blossom slamming her filing cabinet echoed through the office. If her man taught her one thing, it was to let the comments slide, but this, this was unacceptable. She had been through the tabloids, the paparazzi and her own “friends” questioning the integrity and well being of Butch. If he could see her rage boiling, he would have told them to “fuck off” and wrap his arm around her shoulder before they went and got smoothies.

But he wasn’t here. She didn’t need him here to defend herself. She let that lid that was secured on her anger to screw loose and fly off. These women could criticize her all they wanted, but not her boyfriend, she wouldn’t allow it.

“My boyfriend is a successful teacher. So he may not have the same degrees as me but he loves teaching his students and also fights to save this city and your sorry asses.”

She turned to them before grabbing her purse. Her stare was as ice cold as the power that trembled in her blood. She never used her power as intimidation against people around her but the way her palms sparked with a hot pink temper, made the ladies shut their lips.

“Before you dare say anything about him, just know one thing. He has done more things in his life than you will ever. He may not be passionate about the same things as me but that does not make him any less of a man or any worthy of dating me. If you are going to slander his name, do it when I am not here because if you saw how much he cares about me, you would be begging to be the one dating him. He is capable of doing whatever he pleases and unlike your failed excuse of a boyfriend Gertrude, his masculinity wouldn’t crumble if I were to ask him to marry me.”

The women were speechless as she turned and watched her walk away.

Blossom could bite her tongue. She could be professional. She could be the perfect everything nice and fake a smile if needed. But she would and always be Butch’s biggest cheerleader. She was proud of him beyond belief when he got his bachelors in forensics science. He went on to help police officers in the labs and two years later got his teaching credentials and taught students about the mess of a murder scene. He loved it. And she loved how happy he was.

So yes, Blossom could bite her tongue, but she could smack a bitch too. Princess Morbucks knew that first hand and had stopped commenting on her relationship.

He heard the door slam with a loud shut and was thankful that he had installed those heavy duty door frames. The amount of heat literally sparking from her body was almost threatening to say the least as she set her bag on the table and he threw one of the glass figures they had on the coffee table into the air and she blasted it with a powerful force from her palm.

He grabbed the small vacuum cleaner and grabbed the glass to make sure it didn’t stay there long. It was a nice routine they had. Get angry, break a glass figure and then drink wine. It worked to say the least.

“Rough day babe?” He asked before setting the vacuum down and walking to their wine cabinet and pulling out two glasses.

She was pacing in the kitchen. That was his sign of knowing that she was about to say something he was going to disagree with or love. He was hoping it was love because watching her all fired up made him slightly tingly and there was nothing better than seeing his lady in control.

She didn’t look at the wine glass placed in front of her. Instead she kept pacing back and forth and he sat on the bar stool and watched. He knew better than to interfere with her thoughts. If she couldn’t think it through, then there was no point. The only time she didn’t run through things is when she kissed him that high school day, he loved that day.

“Blossy?” He asked a minute later and she stopped and looked at him.

Her eyebrows were knit together and she held this look of uncertainty in her eyes, a rare scene. Those vibrant pink iris sparkled as the sunset came through the window. He wanted to say something coy but he also knew when to bite his tongue, she taught him that.

“Would you be threatened if a woman proposed?” She asked.

He was taken back from the question. His shoulders now tensed up but he dropped them quickly as he thought about it. He took a swig of his wine glass and shrugged. “I thought a man was supposed to do that?”

She bit her lip before sighing and grabbing her glass. He thought again for a moment before talking again. “But then again, what's the big deal? I mean if you love them, then it shouldn’t matter who asks.”

She nodded. “I agree.” Her shoulders visibly untensed and she leaned her elbows on the counter before rubbing her head.

“Is that what's bothering you?” He asked before filling her empty glass.

“It's just-” She took a sip. “The stupid women at the office. They said that a man should never allow a woman to be in control of that. That made me angry but then they said you would never let that happen. That I am always in control of you and you should be allowed to make at least that decision.” She felt a chill go through her body as she avoided his gaze. “You don’t think I am controlling, right?”

He made a combination of a snort scoff thing and just rolled his eyes at the statement. “No, you are a leader, Brick is controlling.” She rolled her eyes. “That's a fact.” He pointed out.

“It's just sometimes-” He saw that look in her eyes and interrupted her.

“No, no, no. Don’t do that.” He stood. “Don’t let those nasty hoes have that power over you. So you might have more degrees than me, big whoop. But I’m not some helpless guy who clings onto the success of his girlfriend, that's Boomer’s job.” She ignored the jab at his brother.

“But do you-”

“Blossom.” He came around and lifted her chin up to meet his eyes. “I am so incredibly happy so please don’t worry. Plus.” He stepped closer to her and pulled her close. “When have I ever been one to complain about being controlled by you?” His eyes narrowed and she blushed. “I think it’s hot.” She slapped his arm playfully and buried her face in his chest.

“Those women are dumb.” Her voice was muffled by his shirt.

“Yeah they are. Now have some wine, I’ll be right back.” He left her as he walked into their shared bedroom.

She took a seat at the high counter and grabbed her glass. She popped open the cork and tried to calm down. It wasn’t fair. Neither of them had the upper hand in the relationship. It was never about sizing up the other one, it was equal. Maybe in certain cases she got her way and he got his and maybe, just maybe, she knew how to persuade him. It wasn’t hard considering she could grab his attention with just the removal of her shirt, but that's besides the point.

She grabbed her glass again and chugged. What did those women know anyways? Nothing, that's what.

He came back a few minutes later and sat next to her. Their knees touched as he grabbed his own glass.

“Do you remember what I told you when we first started dating?” He asked.

She raised her brow. “That you wanted to see what was under my skirt?”

His face flushed red as he almost choked on his wine. “No-no.”

“Really because when I asked you out you said and I quote.” She puffed out her chest. “Damn Pinky, I’d be more than happy to be your man because I’ve been dying to see those legs and what's under that skirt.” She said in a deep mocking voice.

“That wasn’t what I said the day you asked me out though”

She giggled. “Maybe, but you said that on our first date.”

“And you let me see.” He said in a cocky tone and she pursed her lips and looked to the side.

“Touche”

He let out a laugh. “But that's not what I meant.” She looked at him and crocked her head to the side.

“Then what?”

“I told you that if you decided that you loved me, that was all the proof I ever needed.”

That small laugh that bubbled from her lips made him smile. She looked at him before nodding her head.

“And not to care what anyone thinks.” she finished and he nodded before leaning over and kissing her forehead.

“Exactly.” He smirked before plopping something down on the counter. She looked towards it with confusion before he pushed it her way. “Go on, open it.”

She took the item in her hands. A soft plush box with a simple golden latch. She knew what it was instantly. Sure they had talked about marriage, they have been together for so long that some people just assumed they had secretly gotten married. They once spent a weekend in Vegas and drunk Blossom said that the 24 hour chapel was just across the street.

She’s thankful that slightly less drunk Butch carried her to the hotel room instead. Marriage has been talked about in serious times and not so serious but at the end of the day, it was something they both wanted.

The top opened and she stared at the giant diamond ring. It’s sharp fragments sparkled in the light and she felt a tug in her throat. “Butch.”

“You care so much what people think, don’t give me that look. I’m right and you know it.” He stated and she continued to look at the precious stone set on a silver band. “But I also know that you love proving people wrong and challenging the odds.”

“I don’t understand.”

The box was set down and her hands were now in his. “When you are ready, I want you to ask me to marry you.” He said simply.

Tears came from her eyes as she looked between him and the ring. “But-”

“But what? It doesn’t matter who asks who. I love you so fucking much that I would be an honor to be asked by you. Imagine turning down the hottest, smartest and bravest woman in the universe. I could never.” he winked.

Her head turned towards the ring and he could see the gears in her head turning. He waited for her answer and was curious about how she would react. He loved that about her. She was constantly full of surprises even when planning it all out.

He grabbed the box and held it to her. “Or if you would like, I would love to ask you to marry me.”

She took the box from him hesitantly. It was a rare sight to see her so unsure of herself. She placed it onto the counter before sliding into his lap and hugging him. “Thank you.” She whispered and his arms came around and tightened around her. “I love you too.”

“Of course Bloss.” He kissed her softly. He stood after they pulled apart and lifted her up with ease. “Now I’m going to show you who's in control.” He whispered into her ear as she let out a giggle.

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It was a few months later before it happened. She suggested a day trip to anywhere he wanted and she remembered how excited he was about the new beach opening. The warm sun of their skins as they walked down the boardwalk and enjoyed the simple company of each other. It was perfect.

They sat on the beach, the wild crowds had fizzled out leaving them in a quiet bliss as the sunset that was a mix of pinks and oranges sat on the horizon.

She turned towards him and smiled at him. She reached into her bag and he laughed a little.

“Proposal on a beach with a magical sunset? Little cliche even for you.” She only rolled her eyes with a smile.

“Perhaps.” She moved until she was kneeling next to him and placed a box in his hand. She ushered him to open it and it was the same diamond ring set on a silver band, the one he gave her.

“Or maybe it’s a rejection.” He forced out a laugh as her eyes widened in horror.

“No!” She quickly made him get rid of the thought. Instead she held out her own matching box.

The latch popped open and inside was a silver wedding band.

“You told me that you would love for me to ask you, but I’ve always wanted you to ask me. And I thought about it for a long time and instead of it being one of us.” She grabbed his hand. “Why not both of us?”

“So we both propose?” He looked at the pair of rings and back up to her. “I think that’s a wonderful idea.”

“Alright then.” She bit her lip. Why was she so nervous? It was Butch after all, they had been together for over seven years. She wanted it to be perfect. This moment to be captured just like the movies.

She felt a hand go on her leg and she was pulled out of her trace of thinking. He sat smiling at her and she felt a little embarrassed at how she always got lost in her head.

“Why don’t I start?” He said and she nodded. “Well my love. I spent most of my life thinking no one would ever give a damn about me and when i met you, well it was true since i did try to kill you.” He laughed and she only shook her head with a giggle. “I'm not good with words and you know that so bare with me babe.”

“Anyways when I grew up and got my act together, there was always this blinding light around you. My attention was your the moment I saw you again in middle school. I was always you but I couldn't approach you. I wasn’t worthy of loving you until I became someone I wanted to be. I was so nervous asking you for help that day. Brick told me not to bother but your smile, that damn smile Pink, you were so kind and I just wanted to kiss you right then and there.” He smiled.

“But you know all that.” He huffed. “Ya know people always asked me what my favorite thing about you was. I mean how do you answer that? How do you tell them that everything from her selflessness and bold personality, down to her eyes and her freckles that only show during summer. You can’t. Blossom, you believed in me when no one else did, not even myself and that what i love about you. You never give up and you make people feel safe and cherish. Plus you are so incredibly hot that I could just take you here right now and-you aren't stopping me? You usually stop me when I’m about to say something nasty.”

“It's a special occasion.” She shrugged. “But yeah tell me later.” She winked and he took her hand.

“What I'm trying to say, Blossom, is that I love you. Every up and down is going to have me next to you without hesitation. So Dr.Blossom Utonium.” She smirked at the use of her title. “Would you give me the chance to become the hottest wife the world has seen and allow me to love you for as long as I breath?”

He watched as tears formed in her eyes. “The hottest wife in the world?” She cried-laughed and he wiggled the ring.

“The hottest.”

“Yes, I’ll marry you.” She kissed him and he placed the ring on her finger.

She took a deep breath and wiped her eyes, trying not to ruin her makeup. “Okay my turn.” She grabbed the ring.

“I always know what to do or say but when it comes to you, im left speechless every time. Sometimes I feel like I never know the answer or I'm somehow wrong but if there is one thing I am certain about every single time it's you. My heart guides me without fail and it has always ended up in your hands. Time after time as my sisters were talking about marriage as kids, mostly Bubbles of course.”

“Of course.” He chimed in.

“I wouldn’t add much to the conversation. To be honest, I never thought I would get married, or that anyone would love me. Because no matter who I dated, I was always Blossom. Leader of the Powerpuff Girls and the stuck up smarty pants.” She stopped before taking his hand. “And then I remember when you asked me to tutor you. Those feelings I thought I would never experience happened. You never saw me as the leader, maybe in theory but I was an equal to you and I think that's why it hurt so much when people talked bad about you.” She frowned before sniffing and looking up towards the sky.

“I was already so in love with you as a teen and I didn’t know how people wouldn't adore you that it made me mad. All I ever wanted was for someone to see me as me, and you do.” Her eyes came back down and he was crying. “So Butch Jojo. Will you marry me?” She smiled.

There was no hiding the tears as he held her hand and was practically shaking. “I love you so much Blossom, I can’t even tell you.” He hugged her tightly before kissing her breathlessly. Her own eyes shutting as tears fell and she threw her arms around him and her fingers threaded through his hair. “Yes of course I’ll marry you.” The words were lost on her lips.

The sunset behind them stared at each other and basked in the bliss of being in love. Anyone could say what they want, but there was no denying that the pair loved each other beyond belief.

Blossom could bite her tongue, but she would never stop herself from telling Butch how much she loved him. That was something she could count on.

I hope you enjoyed it!!

#ppg x rrb #powerpuff girls #blossutch #blossom x butch #ppg fanfic #thewritingstar #idk how to tag #ppg #rrb

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ionlyspeakinmyheroacademia · 4 years

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Late Nights and Lavender Tea

series masterlist ☕️

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Ochako Uraraka

Warnings: Some lauguage, gets a lil steamy at some parts, slow burn

Summary: After a year of friendship, Uraraka realizes that she is totally in love with her best friend, Midoriya Izuku. There's just one slight problem. She's in a happy, committed relationship with Iida Tenya.Or is she? As their relationship progresses, she sees a side of Tenya that scares her- and she wonders if she made the right choice to get with him in the first place. And her resurfacing feelings for Izuku aren't helping her case, not in the slightest.Midoriya Izuku always avoids romantic relationships, but he simply cannot avoid his feelings for Uraraka Ochako. She's taken, but Izuku can't help but hopelessly pine after her. After seemingly the millionth late-night talk over tea, he realizes that he's head over heels in love with her. He's in love with a girl who's off-limits. He can swallow his feelings for her sake, of course.That's okay with Izuku. If she's happy, he's happy for her. It's really okay, honestly.Teenage relationships are hard. That's one thing they've both realized.

Notes: This is my first fic, let me know what you think! (cross posted on ao3)

Chapter 1- Everyone Has Soba, Shoto

Ochako had never liked the color green.

It had always reminded her of her childhood, the color of the kitchen in her parent’s house, the place where she had overheard so many painful conversations of wondering where they would get the money to feed their little Ochako. It reminded her of the color of her unborn brother’s onesies, which she had lovingly picked out with her mother, so excited to finally not be alone, and then one day, her parents sat her down at the table and told her that her brother would never be born…

After that, the color green had always been something Ochako turned her nose at.

That was until she met Izuku.

She had been in love with Izuku since before the Provisional Licensing exam in their first year, and honestly, nothing had happened since she realized that he needed to focus on being a hero, and had decided that if that was what he needed, she wanted that for him. So, she had stepped away. Even though they had gotten closer and closer over the past year, she knew that he most likely didn’t reciprocate her feelings, and probably had no idea she even felt this way about him. For a guy that was so observant, he tended to be quite oblivious.

After she met Izuku, she fell in love with the color green. She loved the way his green locks fell around his face, how they flopped in his eyes when he bent over his notes, writing and muttering like a madman. The color of his costume and the shine in his spring-green eyes when he said that his ‘Deku’ meant ‘you can do it’ instead of useless because she told him she liked Deku, that Deku was the name of a hero. Izuku had made Ochako love the color green, and masked the pain with happiness and love.

However, everything didn’t always go as planned. She knew that he wasn’t focused on a romantic relationship. So she decided to push aside her feelings for him until he was ready.

“Hey Ochako,” said Iida, kissing her on the forehead as she shook out of her thoughts. “How are you this morning?”

“Hi Tenya,” she replied, looking away from her breakfast and smiling at him. They had been dating for a little while now, since the end of the last term. Their relationship had been comforting, like a warm blanket you didn’t want to leave. Tenya made her feel safe, loved. She had pushed aside what she felt for Izuku a couple of months ago, and when Tenya asked her out, she accepted, and they had been going steady ever since. “I’m alright, just tired.”

“Did you stay up all night again? Because you shouldn’t do that,” Tenya reminded her sternly, but his eyes were soft, and she knew he wasn’t really mad.

“You know I can’t help my insomnia,” she teased lovingly, placing a hand lightly on his chest.

“God, would you two get a room already?” Kaminari groaned from behind them, causing Ochako to go red, her cheeks flaming furiously. She had been so caught up in talking to Tenya she had forgotten she was around other people. Ochako looked over at Izuku, who was sitting across from the pair, to see he was avoiding her gaze, his face stoic. Huh, she thought, I wonder what he’s thinking about.

Tenya laughed. “Are you offended by our love?” he asked, wrapping his arm around Ochako’s shoulders and kissing her cheek.

“I am when it affects my breakfast,” Kaminari retorted. The rest of their classmates laughed, except for Bakugou, who seemed too wrapped up in his food to notice what was going on. Kirishima was watching him lovingly, and Ochako smiled, remembering how happy he was when Bakugo asked him out the month before, saying that they needed to get over themselves and just go out. She remembered him coming to talk to her right after, remembered the genuine, happy smile on his face when he finally was with his person.

She watched them now, Kirishima worryingly trying to clean off his boyfriend’s cheek, and Bakugo swatting him away angrily, but only half-heartedly. Her heart swelled with happiness for the two of them.

“So,” she said, leaning onto the table. “What’s your plan for the Sports Festival, Deku?”

“Huh?” he looked up from his food, looking like he was trying to shake himself out of a funk. “Oh yeah, um, well if I told you, it wouldn’t really look good for me, would it? You could use it against me”

He was laughing, but his eyes were sad. “You okay Deku?” she said quietly, trying to keep their conversation private, even from Tenya. He just wasn’t as close to Izuku as she was. She looked over at him to make sure he wasn’t listening, but Tenya was engaged in a deep conversation with Yaomomo.

Izuku looked at her, with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Of course I am, Uraraka. I probably just didn’t get enough sleep I guess,” he said, running his scarred hand through his already tousled green hair. She frowned but didn’t press him any further. He probably just didn’t want to talk about it.

“Alright, class 2A! File out! We have to be in class soon!” Tenya called and turned to me. “Are you ready to go Ochako?”

“Yep!” she replied, grabbing his hand and standing. “You coming Deku?”

“Yeah, I’m right behind you,” he said, grabbing his bag from under the table and stuffing the last of his breakfast in his mouth before hurrying after his lovestruck friends.

A constant ray of sunshine and happiness.

That’s what Ochako had been to Izuku since he met her. An amazing friend, a shoulder to lean on, and his favorite person to share talks in the kitchen with at one AM, bonding over not being able to sleep. He had begun to rely on her, her calm words, her determination, her sweet embraces when he felt down. Izuku had been happy to be her friend.

That was, well, until she started dating Iida. Izuku would see them together, laughing, talking, kissing, and he would feel a ball of anger in his chest, a feeling that was ripping him apart from the inside. He endured it blindly for the first month or two of them dating, not knowing what he was feeling. Until one night he was sitting alone with Ochako in the kitchen at midnight, sharing cookies that they’d found in the fridge when he felt it. It was like a fire, a burning desire to reach out and touch her soft, slightly tousled hair. To kiss her pink lips, to stare into her eyes, and have her love him.

It was then, that he realized he was in love with her.

It was a new feeling for Izuku. He had never had time to dwell on things like relationships his whole life, no one had wanted to be with a quirkless wannabe anyway. And after he got his quirk, he had been so busy trying to learn to wield it that he didn’t even think of anything else. He had noticed Ochako before, the way her costume hugged her in all the right places, the way her eyes shined when she looked at him, not from tears, but as though she was longing, but he had dismissed it. But after Ochako was taken, in a happy relationship with one of his best friends, he realized that he was completely head over heels in love with her. And God, did it hurt.

“Hey Deku, Iida and I got permission to go out to dinner with Tsu, Todoroki, and Sora, do you want to come?” Ochako asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Sure,” he replied, “Just let me get my wallet.”

“‘Kay! Meet us outside in five minutes!”

“Okay!” smiling, he turned to head for the elevator. When he reached his dorm, he swiped his wallet off the dresser, and silently cursed himself for saying yes. She had looked so cute in her soft pink sweater, he was reminded every day just how beautiful she was. God, this was going to be hard.

When he reached the front door, he could see Todoroki and Sora, the Power Couple of class 2A™, standing with Tsu, and saw Iida helping Ochako put her jacket on. Izuku paused at the door, swelling with jealousy. That should be him. He brushed it off, and shrugging his jacket on, walked out of the Heights Alliance building to greet the group.

“Hey, Midoriya!” Sora called, a grin spreading across his face. Todoroki, holding his boyfriend’s hand, turned to smile shyly at him.

“You ready to go Deku?” Ochako asked, smiling happily, Iida’s hand on her shoulder. Izuku felt a pang of desire to be in Iida’s place.

“Yeah,” he replied, and the six of them started for the edge of campus.

When they got to the train station, Izuku made sure that he positioned himself as far away from Ochako as possible, sitting across from her, trying not to watch her and Iida talking and flirting with each other. He tried to distract himself with strategies for the Sports Festival, on possible pairings and matchups, but he couldn’t drown out the voice in the back of his brain screaming ‘SHE SHOULD BE WITH ME’ over and over. He felt pathetic.

They arrived at the restaurant without a hitch, thankfully, and settled in. Izuku tried to avoid sitting next to Ochako, but that plan was foiled immediately.

“Come sit next to me Deku!” Ochako said, oblivious to his obvious need to sit somewhere, anywhere else.

“Okay… sure,” he answered, cursing those beautiful eyes, so pure and innocent, he just couldn’t say no.

He sat down next to her, thankful he was on the edge so that he could scoot his chair away from hers.

“So, what will you all be having to drink tonight?” asked the waitress as she approached the table, passing out menus. They all requested their drinks, thanking the waitress, and settled in, conversing over possible food choices.

“Do they have Soba?” Izuku heard Todoroki ask Sora, to which Sora replied; “Yes Shoto, everyone has Soba.”

“What are you getting Deku? I might just get rice balls…” Ochako asked, trailing off.

“I’ll just get katsudon, I guess,” he answered, and she smiled.

“Typical Deku.”

He smiled at her and then turned back to the menu when his heart started to betray him by beating furiously. Why did she have to be so damn cute?

The group ordered their food and just talked while they waited. They talked about school, what they wondered the first two events of the Sports Festival were going to be, what they did over break, and what their other classmates might be doing.

When the food came they dug in, Todoroki and Sora eating their Soba, Tsu and Izuku bonding over their hopes for this year’s classes, and Iida and Ochako making the rest of the table sick from the lovey-dovey kissing and flirting.

“My goodness, at least excuse yourselves!” Tsu burst out after about ten minutes of this. Ochako blushed, and Iida stood up, laughing, pulling her with him.

“We’ll be right back,” Iida called over his shoulder, pulling a laughing Ochako behind him. Izuku watched them go, his heart throbbing. Todoroki and Sora locked eyes, smirking, and Tsu shook her head, chuckling slightly.

“Do you have something we should know about Midoriya?” Todoroki asked, slurping Soba, while Sora smiled pityingly.

Izuku blinked, looking away from the lovesick couple outside kissing in the dark. “Wha- what do you mean?”

“Oh please, you’re so obvious,” Tsu laughed, rolling her eyes. “You’re so in love with Ochako that you can’t keep your eyes off her.”

“No, that’s not…” Izuku sighed, giving up. “Fine, is it really that obvious? I thought I was being subtle.” At that, the other three burst out laughing. “Hey! You don’t have to be mean!”

“Oh Midoriya,” Sora said, wiping nonexistent tears from his cheeks. “You are the opposite of subtle.”

“I’m pretty sure everyone in the class knows,” Todoroki laughed.

“Everyone?” Izuku gaped.

“Well, not everyone,” Tsu said. “I’m pretty sure the only people who don’t are Ochako and Iida, to be honest.” The group turned to look outside, where Iida and Ochako were still laughing, playfully hitting each other’s chests, and kissing.

Izuku groaned, his head falling into his hands. “I’m hopeless aren’t I?”

“They seem pretty in love, don’t they?” Todoroki observed, earning an elbow in the ribs from Sora. “Ow! What was that for?”

“Don’t worry Midoriya, you’re not hopeless. You’ll find someone…” Sora said, faltering at the look on his friend’s face.

“She’s all I can think about. I can’t even be near her without finding ways to touch her, even if it’s just a brush of our knuckles, or our knees touching a bit, but then I remember she’s with Iida, one of my best friends, and I don’t know what to do. I’m in love with my best friend’s girlfriend!” Izuku moaned. Todoroki, Sora, and Tsu exchanged worried glances and Tsu moved to set her hand on Izuku’s shoulder when the happy couple burst through the door, making their way back to the table.

“Hey, Deku are you okay?” Ochako asked, her cheeks red, and her hair a bit tousled.

Izuku jerked up from the table, seeing her disheveled appearance, and Iida’s small smile, and felt compelled to hit something. He was shocked his voice came out so calmly when he replied, “I’m fine, I’m just tired.”

“Are you sure? You look-”

“I’m fine Uraraka,” Izuku said, cutting her off.

“O-okay,” she said, face falling slightly before putting the mask back on. “Everybody ready to go?”

“Um, yeah just let me get a to-go container for Sora’s Soba,” Todoroki said, eyes darting to Izuku, trying to distract from the fact that his friend’s face had never looked so sad.

“That’s alright Shoto, I don’t really want it,” Sora replied, setting a hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder and smiling.

“Not for you, for me,” Todoroki smiled, and the rest of the table laughed, even a small chuckle from Izuku.

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Hope you enjoyed Chapter 1! Stay tuned for Chapter 2!

Le bonus:

INTRODUCING (drumroll please) SORA MURAKAMI!

Quirk: Reality Warping- he can manipulate what others see, but he can only project things he’s seen before once they talk to him, much like Shinsou’s brainwashing

Looks: Black hair, brown eyes, around 5'8"

Sora is Todoroki's loving boyfriend, he brings Todoroki out of his shell and helps him become more comfortable around others, and the two of them provide great comic relief.

#my hero academia #original character #slow burn #bnha fanfic #boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku #midoriya izuku x uraraka ochako #fanfic #kiribaku

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k-tarot · 5 years

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Hii! My name is Alexia. May I request a reading from admin jk , #2 for exo? Thank you!!

@xia-lia

Hi Alexia, thank you so so much for requesting and for your patients ❤️❤️

As usual, I pulled some cards to tell me a little bit more about you so that I can understand why Exo would see you the way they do.

Goddess: Freya - Radical Acceptance. Wow. Just so much power from this card. You just accept things as they are—no questions asked. You’re ready to work against or with it. You are powerful and head strong. As for the animal spirit cards. They say that you’re also a deep thinker, someone who’s mind is a complete mystery to others. You’re a hard worker and you work really well with others. And even though it’s clear that you are intelligent, you are SO much more than what people actually expect. You weave the scenes from behind and set things to happen without others realizing, but like not in a negative way. More of in a way you do things to help you and your friends. And you may also be a really clean or minimalistic person.

Okay so before I dive into what Exo thinks of you, I’m not sure if you’re an earth sign... but there’s just SO much earth energy in your reading. But is hard because you have a lot of air energy too but I also get water—like earth with a flowing energy that is fluid like wind or water??? (Lmk if im completely off btw haha. Sorry if I am but maybe you have a lot of one of the elements above in your star chart.) Anywayyyyys moving on lol.

What does Exo think of you?

Xiumin: okay before I start, I just gotta mention that when I was shuffling, BEFORE I even got half way through shuffling—the 7 of cups flew out and landed face up. I usually keep the cards that fall down facing up lol but I put it back in bc I was like “nahhh can’t be xiumin’s representation card yet bc I haven’t even shuffled properly! So we’ll see if it’s meant to be!” And then I shuffled the deck like 5 times before laying all the cards out and I was SHOOK when I flipped xiumin’s card to see THE 7 OF CUPS. Lmao okay but side story over, Xiumin really likes you. It’s like a mini crush, but more out of admiration tbh. To him, you are just such a hard worker that never stops and metaphorically it’s like you have a huge beautiful garden and you’re just reaping the fruits of all your hard work constantly. Like I just this image of xiumin daydreaming about you and all these flowers around you!

Suho: on the other hand, I think Suho is a bit upset at you LOL sorry for laughing hahaha but not in a bad way! Omg it feels like he’s sulking haha. He thinks you’re a bit too defensive and honestly I think it’s because he might always be hovering over you and you’re kinda just like “excuse me! I can do this on my own!” And he’s just upset that you won’t rely on him more haha. I think he worries about you a lot and is butthurt that you’re kinda stubborn and bratty to him all because you refuse to let him help you whenever you’re struggling.

Lay: wow this is so interesting lol. Because it seems like Lay is close to you in such a nurturing way—he’s the one you go to when ever you’re feeling lost and unsure. Which is so funny because I think that’s why Suho is so sulky and jealous. You’d rely on Lay openly in front of Suho I bet haha. But yes I get a brotherly feel tho, like he really cares about your well being and is always quietly watching out for you.

Baekhyun: I don’t get the vibe that you guys are super close, but I do see that he’s watching you from afar. Kind of in a brotherly way like Lay, but just much more distant. He sees that you’re a hard working and always working on finding new ways to approach things or new ways to create things. Like you just always have a goal and he’ll some time just casually drop a hint or a tip when he sees you struggling—like in such a nonchalant way and it’ll completely blow your mind away and when you’re about to thank him, he’s already gone with a small smile on his face knowing that he was able to help you.

Chen: his vibe is similar to Baekhyun and Lay, but he’s kinda in between. He’s not your go-to like Lay but he’s not as ninja-like like Baekhyun lol. He’s the brother that will always catch you just when you’re about to burn out from all the stress and work you put yourself through. And he’ll like casually be like “hey, I’m about to go grab coffee, wanna join?” Or be like “hey, that’s the millionth time I heard you sighing and it’s annoying so TEA TIME!” He’s the sweet one that will somehow manage to convince you into taking a nap and then waking you up on time to do your work again.

Chanyeol: feels like this kid is a bit full of himself in this spread lol. Like he’s pretty focus on himself and his own work currently in this reading. BUT, he does notice when you’re feeling down. So he doesn’t comfort you and he is really friendly with you! He has a small soft spot for you, but he’s mainly busy so he doesn’t see you too often. He thinks you’re too stressed out too often, so he’ll always slip a joke or two in to get a laugh out of you.

D.O.: oh boyyyy, he is wow—really in love with you. BUT I DONT THINK YOU KNOW! Lol we’ll NOW you know haha but he has a really big one sided crush on you like Holy cow you would not believe. He thinks you’re THE one, his destined one. But it’s like your kinda oblivious haha. But omg he’s so sweet because he’s willing to wait and take his time so that he doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable. He’s really considerate of you. To him, you understand him so deeply and he’s just so so fond of you.

Kai: Ooou, you two are really good friends! Like there’s a lot of chemistry! You two could talk for hourssss. And you two would have a lot of playful banter! Like he might totally roast you and you immediately snap a witty comeback right back at him lol! You two also probably people watch together and sometimes gossip for fun. You’re like his best friend!

Sehun: wow, another mini crush?? I think Sehun is a bit awkward around you LOL mainly because you’re like just so beautiful to him and you’re just shining. And also because you’re really comforting to him!! It’s like you run into him during his lowest of low moments and always manage to cheer him up without even trying to. And he’s definitely feeling like he needs to take a break from you lol. Probably because you somehow always catch him at the times when he feels least cool and he wants you to see the cool side of him haha.

This reading made me laugh a lot and was super fun for me!! I hope that it resonates and I hope that you like it! Once again, thank you so much for your patience! Please feel free to lmk what you think!

Much love~

Admin jk

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nogoodmox · 6 years

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since it’s late n u guys have been so encouraging

i wanna preface this by saying....im not a Writer and this is pretty much the first wrestling-related thing i’ve ever written. also this was written at 3 am yesterday so pls keep that in mind ALSO it’s not very. romantic bc 1.) im not good with that stuff and 2.) it’s kinda covering the early stages of their relationship so they’re barely even friends yet! (this takes place right before war games!)

that being said thanks for being so nice abt it guys ur all the sweetest and i love u and i’m sorry this isn’t Better but constructive criticism would be appreciated! mwah!

Pete tapped his fist against his jaw in a needless effort to hype himself up.

The guaranteed brutality of his upcoming match didn’t faze him—brutality was his specialty, after all— but despite that, he couldn’t shake off an uncomfortable feeling.

Maybe it was the thought of having to rely on others for his victory, or maybe it was the thought of them relying on him. Neither were things that he was exactly used to.

He wondered, when the time came, if he would put himself in harm’s way for the sake of the others.

Pete thought of the last time he had relied on someone. It was ironic in a way, how the same person he had tentatively began to trust would be one of his opponents tonight.

He had never really thought of Roderick as a friend, just a sort of unavoidable ally. His eagerness had been irritating as was his general disposition, but Pete had chosen to put his trust in him. A choice he’d come to regret.

He liked to believe that the betrayal had made him all the more dangerous now. Not only could he use his desire for vengeance to his advantage, he’d also be sure not to make a mistake like that again.

Pete had operated just fine on his own for as long as he could remember. There were a select few times where he’d tried opening up, and each time he paid for it. It took a few experiences for the lesson to be drilled into his brain, but at least now there was no way he could forget it.

He should stick with what he knew best, and what he knew best was solitude.

Keep interactions short and bitter. You look out for one person, and that person is yourself. Everyone else is simply an obstacle or dead weight.

It was a philosophy he lived by, and one he truly believed in. There just happened to be times where he’d let it slip and thought maybe, just maybe, someone could be an exception. But they never were.

A steady knock on the locker room door disrupted his thoughts. A faint feeling of pain registered in Pete’s jaw as he realized he’d been tapping his fist against it this whole time. Before he could say anything, the door opened and Ricochet’s head popped in.

“You got a minute?”

Pete didn’t answer, he just raised an eyebrow when he noticed something in Ricochet’s hands. It looked like a tube of toothpaste.

Ricochet followed his gaze and held up the object, wiggling it in his hand. “Oh, this? Yeah, it’s kinda why I’m here, actually.” He walked up to Pete and held it out to him. Pete read the label, which only confused him more.

“White….face paint?”

The other man adjusted his North American Championship on his shoulder. “Yeah. Y’know, war paint for tonight. It was Hanson and Rowe’s idea. They figured we should at least look like a cohesive unit.”

“What’s the point of that?” Pete deadpanned. “Face paint won’t get us a win against Undisputed Era.”

Ricochet looked at a loss for a second, then sighed. “C’mon man. It’s to pump you up, get you excited to kick some ass. Plus it’ll look cool, yeah?”

Pete wasn’t very convinced, but he wasn’t in the mood to argue. He did admittedly like the idea of amping up the intimidation factor, not that he was going to tell Ricochet that. “Fine. Might as well fool people into thinking we’re a real team.”

“S’that supposed to mean? We’re a real team. Cole and his cronies are gonna see just how real we are tonight.” Ricochet declared, giving Pete a few taps on the chest.

Pete stiffened at the contact and glared at the highflier. Ricochet was someone who currently fell under the obstacle category in Pete’s eyes. He hadn’t forgotten the match where both their titles had been on the line. They never received closure, and Pete intended to change that next time they crossed paths in the ring.

He’d prefer for Ricochet to stay an obstacle rather than become dead weight.

“I’ve said it before, you’re just a guy carrying a piece of gold that I want. As for the other two, they’ve already got each other. We may be on the same side, but we’re not a team.”

The grin on Ricochet’s face weakened a bit. “Man do you like, practice this stuff in a mirror before you talk to anyone?” He chuckled at his own joke—was it a joke? The weight of Pete’s words didn’t seem to mean much to him, however, as he quickly bounced back. “Anyway, face paint, yes or no?”

“Sure.” Pete said.

“Great.” Ricochet tossed the tube of paint to Pete. “Doll me up.”

Pete barely caught the tube in time. He whipped his head up to face Ricochet, trying to make sure he had heard him correctly. “What?”

Ricochet had placed his title on the bench next to him and met Pete’s gaze expectantly. “What? I can’t put it on myself. There’s no mirror in here.”

“Then find one.”

“No can do.” He almost looked smug, as if he had planned this. “Bathroom’s closed for repairs, apparently Kyle and Bobby thought it’d be fun to flush Sullivan’s gear down the toilet. He caught ‘em in the act.” Ricochet let out a whistle. “It wasn’t pretty.”

Pete didn’t want to hear any more. For whatever reason, Ricochet was intent on sporting war paint, he might as well indulge him. After tonight, he could set his sights on what really mattered.

“Alright. C’mere.” Pete placed his championship on the bench opposite of Ricochet’s and squeezed some paint onto his fingers.

He lifted his hand only to pause suddenly, leaving it hovering in front of Ricochet’s face. “What’s their paint look like anyways?”

Ricochet thought for a moment. “It’s like…a V shape on each cheek.” He explained, tracing the motion over Pete’s cheeks with his finger. “Simple enough.”

“Right.” Pete grunted, doing everything he could to ignore the way his face had heated up. He pressed his fingers to Ricochet’s face and began painting the design, trying his best to keep his hand steady.

Pete came to a halt when Ricochet started giggling quietly. He gave him a strange look, pulling his hand away.

The other man took a moment to compose himself, then cleared his throat. “Tickles.” Came the simple explanation. Pete rolled his eyes and continued with his work, retracing the lines to smooth out the jagged edges.

He paused again to add more paint to his fingers, avoiding Ricochet’s gaze. Pete could feel the man looking at him and unconsciously tossed his head a bit to let his hair cover his face.

As Pete started on the other cheek, he noticed Ricochet hadn’t stopped staring at him at him, almost amusingly.

“What?” Pete finally asked, with a hint of challenge.

Ricochet seemed unbothered. “You’re just a lot more careful than I thought you’d be” He said, a little quieter than usual. It was unclear if the remark was meant to be teasing. It seemed sincere enough, but even if it was Pete wasn’t sure what the implications were.

Pete said nothing and averted his eyes again, finishing with a final swipe. “There.” He muttered. “All done.”

“Great! I’ll just have to trust that it looks good.” Ricochet reached up to touch his freshly painted face, then decided against it. “Alright, your turn!”

Pete froze, he hadn’t thought that far ahead.

He wasn’t particularly keen on anyone paying close attention to his face.

It was bumpy and weird; he knew this. Acne scars and uneven stubble were just the beginning of it. It was something he’d learned to accept, but he wasn’t exactly dying for others to get a good look at it.

Regardless, he knew Ricochet wouldn’t take no for an answer. If he had, Pete wouldn’t have just spent the past few minutes spreading paint on his face in uncomfortable silence.

Ricochet took the paint tube from Pete’s hands. “You mind uh…” He made a hair flip motion. “Getting that out of the way?”

Pete looked down at his hands, covered in white paint, and decided to go with option two. He swung his head to the side—a little too forcefully—and flipped the blond mess back. He was satisfied for a moment before it came toppling back down in his face.

It was times like this where he seriously reconsidered growing out his hair.

“I gotchu.” Ricochet intervened, looking even more amused than before. He tucked Pete’s hair behind his ear to keep it from coming loose again. “Sure got a lot of hair homeboy.” He commented.

“Guess you can’t relate.” Pete replied bluntly.

Ricochet laughed out loud at that, almost too eager to make fun of himself. “Guess not.” He emptied what was left of the paint into his hand and got to work. Pete winced at the cold feeling, trying not to pull away. “But you know,” Ricochet continued. “The lack of hair could be the secret to my speed.”

Pete wasn’t fully sure if he was joking. “I reckon that’s why you got pieces missing in your eyebrows too?”

The highflier laughed again, this time not as loud, but a huge smile graced his face. “Man, you’re alright.”

Ricochet spread the paint on Pete’s cheeks with ease, moving just as smoothly as he did in the ring. Pete fought with everything he had to try not to break out into a fit of laughter. Ricochet was right, the feeling made him ticklish. His lip curved upward in a smile that he quickly pushed away.

“All set.” Ricochet finally announced, looking proud of his work. Pete didn’t doubt that the man had probably done a better job than him. “Now we look like a force to be reckoned with.”

Pete held couldn’t help but soften his expression a bit. He felt cool, and far more relaxed than earlier. Once again, he wasn’t going to tell Ricochet that, but he appreciated the feeling. “If painting faces keeps you from screwing up tonight, then so be it.” He replied with a shrug.

Ricochet shook his head, and if Pete didn’t know any better he’d say he was annoyed. “You never quit do you? Y’know we can do this whole rivalry thing without all the little remarks, yeah?”

“Cause make no mistake,” Ricochet’s tone grew serious. “I’m just as focused on that title of yours as you are on mine.”

The sudden change surprised Pete, but it didn’t faze him. After all, this was why he kept up his guard so high. He knew behind every person there was a set of intentions, and each interaction with him was a means of achieving them.

“I’m well aware.” Pete said evenly. “S’why I’m not buying this partner ruse. We’re not friends, and we never will be.”

Ricochet paused for a moment. “Just ‘cause you’re a future opponent, doesn’t mean we can’t be on the same page now. It’s no ruse, I’ve got your back tonight. I mean that.”

“Better to have your own back first.”

Ricochet lifted his hand to rub the back of his neck, looking unsure of where to go from there.

“You’re a tough nut to crack.” He said finally, leaning down to grab his North American championship. When he came back up, he was smiling again. “But I’m willing to prove where my loyalties lie out there. There’s no hiding in the ring.”

Pete eyed him for a moment, then nodded briskly. “That’s one thing we can agree on.”

“I’ve got another. We both wanna beat the hell out of those undisputed assholes, right?” Ricochet offered. “That snake Roddy’s gonna be out there tonight. If you ask me, you should focus on giving him the ass whopping he’s had coming instead of making enemies out of your partners.”

An odd silence followed his words. Pete didn’t know how to respond, and Ricochet’s intense gaze wasn’t making it any easier. In his heart Pete knew he had a point.

He was more than willing to take on all four members of the Undisputed Era himself, but he knew realistically he wouldn’t come out victorious. He needed Ricochet and the War Raiders whether he liked it or not.

Just one night couldn’t be so bad, right? Even if it involved putting his faith in other people. Ricochet had nothing to gain from betraying him. Hanson and Rowe, he wasn’t so sure, but considering how fixated they had been on the Undisputed Era for the past several weeks, it was unlikely.

Ricochet saved Pete from having to muster up an answer by reaching over and picking up his United Kingdom Championship. Pete’s eyes widened and he tensed up, ready to snatch it out of his hands.

There was no need to, however, as Ricochet placed it snugly on Pete’s shoulder.

He gave it a few pats, admiring the intricate design on the belt for several moments.

Ricochet took a few steps back, his own title sitting around his waist. “You look good.” He said finally. “Let’s do work tonight, mate.”

Pete’s partner tossed the now empty paint tube in his hand once, then turned to saunter off.

“Not your mate.” Pete replied in a half-hearted protest. He couldn’t see Ricochet’s face as he left the room, but Pete knew he was smiling.

“By the way, the bathroom’s perfectly fine. Just figured we could use a team bonding exercise.”

#heh #there u go #like i said not very romantic #but idk ihope u enjoy! thanks for being so nice guys <3333333 #mine #ig #writing for wrestlers like pete or dean is really really hard #cuz i love them so much im afraid im gonna mess them up

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softmiinho · 6 years

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I ship it! | Han Jisung

request: hi!!!! i really loved your jisung soulmate au!!!! 🙆🏽‍♀️💜 can i request another jisung au fic where the reader is also an idol and the whole internet ships them both?? thank you in advance 😊

summary: A lunch break turn into something else in the eyes of the internet.

pairing: jisung x reader

genre: idol!au, lowkey comedy at the end i guess

words: 1274

a/n: this was my first time writing a something requested so i hope you like it im so sorry about the ending please dont kill me

m.list | requests

“That was amazing, y/n!” your fellow group member hugged you with overflowing joy.

As the main dancer of your group you had to shine during the dance breaks and oh my god this new performance made you shine more than you ever thought you could. Your rookie group was about to make their first comeback and all 5 of you were so excited to show your fans everything you had prepared. As the date for the comeback came closer everyone tried to practice at 200% and you were no different.

“Should we go again?” you asked as you took your position on the left, waiting for the other members.

“It’s past noon already, y/n. We should go to have lunch first and then it’s time for vocal practice.” Everyone agreed with their leader and after cleaning up and taking a shower you and the main vocalist were of to the cafeteria at the new JYP building. She was the one only in the group who was the same age as you, so you both hang out a lot and were practically best friends.

The new organic cafeteria was amazing. The food was nice; the environment, even though a lot of people came in, was somehow chill; all summed up, it was a good place to just eat something healthy with your friend and relax a little bit before going back to your busy schedule.

When you both got your food and you headed back to a table to eat, you realised the cafeteria was more crowded than what you both expected to be.

“Uh… I don’t think we have anywhere to sit…” your friend said and you tried to look around to the back of the room on your tiptoes.

“I can’t find a pla-”

“Hey! Y/n! Here, come here!” you saw Jisung, from Stray Kids, calling a few tables in front of you. He smiled and tapped the seat next to him as a signal for you to sit there.

“Go! Let’s go!” your friend whispered behind you and began to slowly push you towards his way.

“Hi, Jisung.” you smiled when you got to his table and you and your friend sat down on the seat in front of him.

“Han! I can’t believe I’ve to teach only Stays but you too!”

“I’m sorry but you’ll always be Jisung to me. And to them too. There’s no point on fighting it.” that made both of you laugh because both knew you were telling the truth.

Jisung was one of your oldest friends. He was already a trainee when you joined JYPE and you quickly became friends. He was an amazing friend and you knew you could count on him for everything.

“So, a little bird told me someone is having their first comeback,”

“I can’t believe you have to rely on birds to tell you the news when there’s a thing called the internet.” You laughed, and he stuck out his tongue at you. You two always made fun of each other but you were never mean to one other.

The time passed by with you three talking about your comeback and with Jisung giving pieces of advice on what to do and how to make your stage presence even bigger.

“We have vocal practice now, so we should get going. It was a fun lunch! Thank you for letting us sit with you!” your friend said to Jisung. He just smiled and nodded.

“Y/n!” you looked over at a girl who was waiting in line. She waved at you and said “I hope one day we get to see a collab between you two!” you and Jisung looked at each other and then at the girl with a smile. You guys have talked about it in the past but never actually did anything. It was a good idea but you didn’t know how the public would react. You had seen what people say when idols collab – the dating rumours, the fans making theories and finding every proof to prove that they are dating – and neither you nor Jisung wanted that to one another. But, truth be told, you and Jisung already had your fans all over the place when he said that you were one of his best friends and since then, everyone expected to see you two interact.

“You look cute together!” you shyly smiled at the girl and waved back.

“So yeah, we have to go. Hm, see to you later! Bye!” you bowed and hurried up to leave, dragging your friend out of the cafeteria before someone else decided to make another comment on you and Jisung. You didn’t even look at his face before leaving and kept our head down so no one could see your blushed cheeks. Unlucky you because like that, you couldn’t see how cute he looked with that goofy smile of his and with the redness that also spread on his face.

Later that night, when practice was over and you and your group were back in the dorms you went to the internet to check if everyone was as excited about the comeback as you were. At midnight the individual teasers were released, and you wanted to know your fans reactions to it. This comeback was a little bit different from your debut, your group didn’t want to stick to one concept and all of you thought that change was a good thing.

But the teasers weren’t the only thing that your fans were talking about.

As news went around of your little lunch break with Jisung, everyone on the internet was talking about that. The meeting didn’t go unnoticed and neither did both of your blushed faces when you were saying goodbye. You decided to read some of the tweets you found.

“Look at their faces omg asdfgjklhejs they are so cute”

“Minho when Jisung gets home: welcome home cheater”

“OP said y/n was giggling the whole time please jyp lift the ban let us have y/nsung”

I was not giggling, you thought, lord, please tell me I was not giggling.

“OP said that Jisung and y/n were very talkative and that they were always making fun of each other”

“Jisung said fuck minsung stans lives 😔✊”

You realised that you were blushing the whole time, so you stopped reading them. Honestly, you couldn’t lie. You had a crush on him since the first time you saw him. Who wouldn’t though? Jisung was funny, caring, talented, kind and overall amazing in every way possible. But what could you do? Even if some people on the internet “shipped” you two together it didn’t mean that your company was going to let you date, anyway.

What am I talking about, he doesn’t like me that way.

You felt your phone vibrate on your chest and that woke you up from your thoughts of you and Jisung. But not for long, because when you unlocked it you were reading a text from him and all the thoughts came back.

From Jisungnie [01:23 AM]

- Have you seen what everyone is talking about?

To Jisungnie [01:25 AM]

-Yes,,,,, Was I really giggling?

From Jisungnie [01:27 AM]

- Yes, you were!

To Jisungnie [01:30 AM]

-Jesus that’s embarrassing

From Jisungnie [01:33 AM]

- It was cute don’t worry 😉

Don’t! Be! Like! That! All you could think about was being with him. If you two weren’t idols you probably could…

If we weren’t idols, we wouldn’t have met. He’d still be in Malaysia.

From Jisungnie [01:35 AM]

- But I’ve to admit, I also ship y/nsung

God, what are you even supposed to do with THIS information?!

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wandering-artist-and-writer-ded · 7 years

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unpopular opinion vent

this is about undertale and asgore. not open for debate this is not a debate t

this is me screaming because i feel fucking shitty and i need somewhere to scream where people might actully fucking know what im talking about instead of yelling outside full of people who have never heard undertale and 50% of them probably dont even speak english. don’t reply if its to argue please i just need to scream and vent and i feel like crap. this is a vent. you dont have to agree but its jjust me venting.

ASGORE is the KINDESS most SELFLESS PUREST GREATEST PERSON IN THE GAME ASIDE FROM PAPS. OKAY. LET ME FUCKING EXPLAIN.

HE IS NOT INNOCENT. NO. MAYBE PURE WAS WRONG HE ISN’T INNOCENT BUT HE IS THE MOST SELFLESS OKAY.

HE KILLED SIX, ALMOST SEVEN HUMANS, YES OKAY. WHY? BECAUSE AN UNARGUABLE NUMBER OF ATLEAST 300 PEOPLE AND ALL FURTHER GENERATIONS NEEDED THAT TO LIVE. WAAAAY MORE THAN THREE HUNDRED IINCLUDING ALL GENERATIONS. MAYBE THOUSANDS. DO THE SIMPLE MATH. 7 OR THOUSANDS TO INFINITY.

He declared war in a fit of anger, yes. but it’s argueable if any of the humans were KILLED in anger. (also why was he angry? HIS SON WAS JUST MURDERED THATS WHY. PRETTY JUSTIFIBLE ANGER)

we can argue that all we want. we can fucking argue if it was HIS hand that killed them. irrelevant.

he put the hopes, dreams and lives of his people above his own morals. He put everything that made him HIM, below EVERYTHING about his people. What his peoples wanted? Vengance and freedom, above what HE wanted, peace and love. BECAUSE 100 IS MORE THAN 1. BECAUSE 300 IS MORE THAN 1. BECAUSE 1000 IS MORE THAN 1. 1 PERSON HATING IT ALL AND DOING IT IS NOT MORE IMPORTANT THAN 1000 WANTING IT. EVERY HEARD OF MAJORITY RULES?

the ONLY flaw with this was that he put human lives above even that. When monster’s lives and hopes weren’t at stake of falling apart he put humans lives above that. THATS WHAT HE DID. HE VALUED HUMAN LIVES MORE THAN THE FREEDOM OF HIS PEOPLE. HE VALUED LIVES OF THE RACE THAT IMPRISONED THEM, THE PEOPLE WHO TOOK HIS SON. THE PEOPLE WHO HATED THEM. HE VALUED THEIR LIVES ABOVE THE FREEDOM OF HIS PEOPLE.

THAT IS WHAT TORIEL FAULTS HIM FOR GUYS. FOR NOT TAKING THE FIRST SOUL AND COLLECTING ENOUGH. FOR NOT VALUING THE FREEDOM OF MONSTERS ABOVE HUMAN LIVES.

HE PUT EVERY MONSTERS HOPE AND DREAMS AND LIVES ABOVE HUMANS. BUT NOT JUST FREEDOM. THEY COULD LIVE RELATIVLEY HAP[PY LIVES UNDERGROUND. BUT IF HE TOOK AWAY THEIR HOPE WITHOUT A REPLACEMENT? THEY MIGHT NOT LIVE. THEY MIGHT ALL GIVE UP.

WHICH IS WHY HE TRIED SO HARD TO FIND A REPLACEMENT? THE EXPIREMENT TO BE ABLE TO COLLECT MONSTER SOULS. SO HE COULD PROMISE THEM FREEDOM. SO THEYD ALL HAVE HOPE AND HE COULD STOP THE WAR.

AND WHO KNOWS WHAT ELSE HE HAD BEEN TRYING TO DO.

also, MONSTERS WEREN’T THERE when asriel was killed. no one was. so where did the idea that humans killed asriel because they thought he murdered chara? (of which there would have been no evidence of. no blood. they could have been sleeping for alll they knew) so why do monsters think that humans acted out of a rather justiable self defence? who was alive at that time. who had the most influence over monsters at that time? who could have changed the school systems just so so monster grew up hating humans always. fucking asgore. I think asgore spread the idea that humans killed asriel because they thought he killed chara to settle monsters anger. because they have NO WAY of knowing that. As a the king asgore could have made it a part of school what humans look like and how to ifhgt them. bbut so many monsters dont even know what a human looks like. the only negative stuff about humans is the shit they cant control about their history. that the war was unfair, that they are trapped because of humans. Asgore did everything he could to calm monster down without taking away their hope. without saying that they cant do it.

ASGORE puts what his people wants and needs over his opwn morals. over everything about himself. we know he doens’t want ot hurt the humans. he doesn’t want to hurt frisk. but he does it because what is he hearing from his people? THAT HE IS JUST ABOUT TO FREE THEM ALL. they are SO CLOSE TO FREEDOM, SO CLOSE TO HOPE. SO CLOSE TO JOY. HE CAN’T JUST RIP THAT AWAY WITHOUT A REPLACEMENT. HE HAS TO GIVE THEM SOMETHING. BUT HE CANT FIND ANYTHING.

THE REASON IN A PASIFIST ENDING HE CAN STOP THE WAR, IS BECAUSE MONSTERS ARE TELLING HIM TO STOP. MONSTERS ARE SAYING WE ARE FRIENDS.

HIS PEOPLE ARE TELLING HIM TO STOP. AND HE NEEDS TO KNOW THAT THEY WANT HIM TO.

BUT THEY DONT. THEY DONT TELL HIM TO STOP. SO ALL HE KNOWS IS THAT MONSTERS ARE RELYING ON HIM KILLING SEVEN HUMANS AND FREEING THEM. HE ISN’T OMNICENT, IF NO ONE TELLS HIM ITS WRONG HOW IS HE SUPPOSED TO KNOW THEY DONT WANT IT.

MAYBE HE ISN’T INNOCENT./ N0O HE ISN’T INNOCENT. BUT HE IS KIND, AND SELFLESS. THE MOST SELFLESS PERSON IN THE GAME. OKAY?????? I DONT HAVE A SINGLE FUCKING DOUBT THAT IF HE COULD HAVE FREED HIM PEOPLE BY USING HIS OWN SOUL HE WOULD HAE DOENM THAT. BUT HE COULDN’T. HE COULDN’T SACRIFINSE HIMSELF OR MONSTERS. IT WASN’T A PHYSICAL OPTION.

THE ONLY WAY THEY KNEW OFF TO FREE MONSTERS WAS TO KILL HUMANS. THEY HAD NO OTHER WAY THEY KNEW OFF.

HES JUST A MAN TRYING HIS FUCKING BEST. ANDI THINK HE DID THE BEST HE COULD DO GIVEN THE SITUATION. THE ONLY THING HE DID WRONG WAS DECLARING WAR.

BUT HIS SON WAS MURDERED AND HIS OTHER KID DEAD BECAUSE OF AN ILLNESS. OF COURSE HES GOING TO GET ANGRY. AND WENT PEOPLE LOSE FAMILY THEY SAY SHIT THEY DONT MEAN. HE HAD A DAY OR A COUPLE OF DAYS OF BEING ANGRY BECAUSE HIS SON WAS MURDERED. AND SAID SOMETHING. NOT DID SOMETHING. HE SPOKE.AND IT TURNED OUT TO BE A BAD THING.

WHO DOENS’T SAY STUFF THEY DONT MEAN WHEN THEY ARE PISSSED.

I CERTAINLY DO. I BET YOU ATLEAST KNOW SOMEONE.

THE ONLY TRUE MISTAKE HE MADE WAS SAYING SOMETHING IN A FIT OF RAGE. EVERYTHIGN ELSE WAS JUST THE BEST HE COULD DO FOR AS MANY PEOPLE AS POSSIBLE GIVEN THE SITUATION.

#vent #personal #screaming #undertale #asgore

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svtbiasrekt · 7 years

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Being Married to Jeonghan...

ok so imagine being married to Jeonghan

I imagine him to be a super dorky husband

and a lil cringey too lol

like he’d wake you up in the mornings with a kiss

or a boop on the cheek

he’ll keep poking you until you wake up annoyed and you’re like “ughhh jeonghan let me sleep”

and he’s like “good morning lol” and plants a kiss on your cheek

aaaaand he’s already made your morning

the two of you would probably make breakfast together since its kinda your thing

like you would alternate days on who gets to pick the meal for breakfast

“i want pancakes”

“nooo jeonghan its my turn to pick we’re having waffles”

*pouts*

he ends up loving the waffles and wants to make them everyday and it starts to get old and you’re like wHY

anyways

you two would always reserve weekends for dates

you two do all sorts of things

like go to art museums or gardens or parks

or the typical movie and dinner

but its always an adventure with jeonghan

like when you went to the garden for a date

it was his idea to take aesthetic pictures of each other

and boy did those photos look amazing

you two looked beautiful among all the flowers

and for your birthday

Jeonghan pretended to forget and you being your naive self really thought he did lol

but before you could get all sad and stuff jeonghan surprises you and hands you a collage of all the aesthetic pictures the two of you took that day.

you cried i mean i would too because its freaking jeonghan being a sweetheart

and as he hugged your crying form he did that classic jeonghan smile and it was so pure

sometimes you two would get into deep late night talks

and it was really comforting to know that you both could rely on each other to be shoulders to cry on

one night the deep talk somehow got to the topic of kids

jeonghan admitted he kind of felt scared about being a father

and you’re like don’t you have a bunch of kids already aka 17

he’s like “yeah but that’s different”

“what about Chan?”

“true but you know like a kid from me and you”

cue a blush from you

he blushes a lil omg so cute

and you’re like “i guess we’ll have some whenever we’re both ready”

and he’s like “are you ready?”

“...yes”

“whoa really????”

“yeah and I think you’ll be an amazing father. You’re just underestimating yourself.”

he thinks for a bit and he’s like “sure why not lol”

that was an aju nice night

soon you figure out you’re in fact pregnant

jeonghan kind of fangirls

“OIWEFSNKNRGJ IM GONNA BE A DAD”

“YOU WERE TERRIFIED TO BE ONE LIKE TWO MONTHS AGO”

now that you’re pregnant jeonghan is more protective of you

he tries to look out for you as much as possible making sure you’re safe and well

sometimes he’d make the members look out for you

one time you went to victoria’s secret cause you thought you grew a little bigger

and you saw the best sight ever

chan awkwardly standing and being surrounded by all these bras and panties and a blush spreading across his face

you burst out laughing in the store and everyone stared and once they saw who you were laughing at they stared at chan

chan: i uh um *runs out store*

you tell jeonghan what happened and he dies laughing too but remembers to remind chan not to be awkward and that he is always his first baby

a few months later you find out the baby’s gender

its a girl!!!

both of you freaked out in happiness

jeonghan wanted to go baby shopping after that appointment

you guys ended up buying a bunch of cute smol baby clothes

and a crib

you two basically bought an entire nursery

jeonghan suggested the nursery be painted rose quartz and serenity

and you’re like hell yeah

and that nursery is the most aesthetically pleasing nursery ever omg

then the baby shower came

all the seventeen members were invited of course

they made the event fun and there was even a karaoke machine with all of their songs

you’re like i love this song

ahem

so they brought gifts

Seungcheol bought a car seat. what a responsible dad

josh got a smol seventeen onesie aww

jun got a mini version of that carrot costume he wore on ofd omg

soonyoung got a cute lil hamster plushie with 10:10 eyes and said its supposed to remind the baby about her fav uncle

wonwoo got a smol version of that plushie with glasses that was supposed to be him in aju nice era and said that the baby will end up liking this gift over soonyoung’s

jihoon got a soft blanket with seventeen’s logo on it with a matching bib along with a seventeen poster to hang up in the nursery

seokmin got a bunch of baby toys so the baby would never be bored and stay happy like him :)

mingyu brought a bongbong plushie that was probably about the same size as the baby once she was born!

minghao bought a mini kermit like that keychain he has along with a smol baby sized sunglasses. he told jeonghan to make sure she dabs in them

Seungkwan got a baby t shirt that said “seungkwan stan”

hansol got a stitch stuffed toy

chan got a onesie that said “jeonghan’s baby” to clarify that he is not his baby when in fact his own daughter is

you gushed at all the gifts so much that your hormonal ass started crying

“aww dont cry (y/n)!” said jeonghan as he hugged you

the members copied jeonghan and you all ended up in a giant group hug

you were so thankful though

then the day finally came

your water breaks!!

you’re like uhhh whAT DO I DO

so you scream for your husband

“y/n what happened?”

“uhhh my water just broke???”

“oh. OH!”

you two make it to the hospital and you felt like you were dying

so you decided to take it out on jeonghan

you squeezed his hand so hard you were surprised when it was still attached to his arm afterwards

anyways your daughter finally arrives!!!

yay!!!

and jeonghan is smiling but tears are flowing down his face

it was a beautiful sight

a tiredly attractive crying smiling jeonghan holding his tiny newborn daughter for the first time

you cried too

then the baby cried

but omg you both fell in love with your daughter

you two agreed on naming her (d/n)

and seventeen fanboyed when they saw her for the first time

jeonghan was so protective omg he would make sure they were holding her right

the nurse took a family photo and even one including seventeen

those two pictures are framed in (d/n)’s room!

when you both came home jeonghan didn’t expect to lose so much sleep

he’s normally sleepy af and he’s even tireder with his beautiful daughter screaming at 3 am

he’s a secret gentleman so he tells you to go back to sleep when she starts crying

just because you two are parents doesn’t mean everything you used to do is on hold.

you started continuing date nights after (d/n) was a few months old and trusted seventeen to babysit her

you and jeonghan always took family photos

and the both of you were obsessed with your daughter

matching family outfits happened often

one date you two decided to go to the aesthetic garden and recreate the aesthetic pictures except this time you each held (d/n)

and for jeonghan’s birthday you gave him a collage similar to the one he made you except it included the updated pictures with (d/n)

he was so happy omg

overall a happy marriage

you two ended up having another kid and it was a girl this time too!

the both of you watched them grow up

aww

and as time passed, you and jeonghan loved each other more and more each day

honestly jeonghan is the cutest husband

and funnest

god i love him

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen au #seventeen husbands #jeonghan scenarios #jeonghan imagines #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan #seventeen parent au #seventeen as dads

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greasygyeom · 7 years

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Title: I crash, U crash

By: GreasyGyeom

Summary: “I don’t even know myself / Got my back up against the wall / I let the time pass too fast / I crash, you crash.” Mark x Reader. Mental Health/Anger/Mild Violence

Notes: I’ve always been intrigued by the concept of a violent Mark, so I just played around with it. There will be a follow up on this. The gif is made by yours truly.

It had been a particularly rough morning for him.

To be honest, it had been a rough twelve days. He’d hardly been able to sleep. He’d barely eaten. His mind never shut down once for the duration of the week. It seemed like someone else was living in his body, rent free at that. He’d lost all motivation to stay… alive.

But something had seemed to have aggravated the situation overnight. He’d woken up with a jolt, like an electric shock had been passed through his body. His mind was being particularly un-cooperative.

He’d never experienced anything like this before and he didn’t quite grasp it.

So he just sat there, staring at the wall facing his bed.His eyes emptily gazing at the spot where the clock he smashed last night had been; just because it was ticking too loud. He then looked at the massacre on his floor. Pieces of plastic and glass carelessly peeking out from every shadowy corner of the room.

How did this even happen? He frantically tried to fill in the gaps from his memory of last night. Had he gotten drunk? Was there another person he got into a fight with? Did he do all this damage alone? He couldn’t remember the important parts. He could just remember that feeling of not having anything under control; that feeling that drove him insane.

8 am.

The sun finally crept up on him, shinning across his wooden floorboard through some gaps in his heavy black curtains, making him flinch.

Too much light.

He laid back down on his bed and pulled his bedcover all the way up to his head.

Too claustrophobic.

He felt his heart thumping in his ears like an ominous drum beat, marching him to his funeral; pins and needles stabbing him under his skin. The heart beat picked up its pace, getting louder in his ears. It didn’t feel like his own.

Nothing felt like his own.

His thoughts, body, mind, emotions everything felt like it was infested by an unknown being determined to purge him out of his own skeleton. All the what ifs he’d ignored up until now - dismissing them as unnecessary negative walkways; all the self doubt he had never paid heed to; the insecurities he had repressed for so many years, they all hissed at him in tongues, simultaneously.

He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know how to stop the static in his bones. He didn’t know how to stop the white noise ringing in his ears. He didn’t know how to stop the voices in his head. He didn’t even know how to feel sane.

He needed someone to understand him because he couldn’t understand himself.

He raked his brain for a face he could rely on, scrolling through his contact list.

“No. Not her. Are you kidding, this guy? No fuckin’ way you’re telling anyone. You can’t tell this to anyone they’re going to call you crazy”. A voice from the back of his mind snarled at him. “Besides, are you that weak, that you can’t even handle this on your own?” The voice felt very real.

He threw his phone aside.

It’s like a tape then got stuck in his mind that seemed to only amplify his shortcomings in life.

“No, I’m not weak.” He repeated out loud, as if in retaliation to the devil himself. “Im not fucking weak. Get out of my head. Get out. GET OUT,” he yelled, picking up the nearest object he could lay his hands on and threw it at the wall where the clock had been.

He just wanted the nagging inside his brain to stop.

He hunched over his side table, attempting to regain his composure. His room felt smaller and contained, like a prison cell. It was making him uncomfortable, A certain eeriness had sneaked inside at ungodly hours and spread its poison that seemed to be suffocating him.

He tried to recall what he’d done in the past twelve days, all alone.

But he didn’t fucking remember.

His phone made a muffled sound from somewhere under the pillows. He reluctantly picked it up without checking the number. His eyes widened when he heard your voice on the other side.

“You’re back?” He asked, trying to sound like his regular self.

“Yes and heading home.”

His level of panic escalated in multiples of a thousand as that information registered itself in the functional parts of his brain. His room - and possibly the house - was was literally in shambles.

“See you in an hour Morkie.” You chimed, completely unaware of his situation.

"Yeah, can’t wait.“

He stood up in a frenzy, abruptly ending the call and began thinking of ways to hide his awful, paranoid, panicked, anxious, sharp, sloppy and extremely violent state of mind from you.

He went outside his room, hoping to find the rest of the house in one piece - hoping that he hadn’t broken everything there was to break with without even knowing about it.

"This looks okay.” He thought to himself, scanning the common area and moving into the kitchen. Apart from the few utensils that were unwashed from a few nights ago and all the bottles of alcohol, things seemed to be in order

He didn’t particularly have to care, but he also didn’t want you to catch onto the fact that something was off. He knew you were good with that stuff - the catching onto vibes stuff.

He went back into his room with a broom and a duster, fully intending to clean up the mess; but for the life in him he couldn’t get his hands to steady or his heart to slow down.

He was sure he was going to have a heart attack. A certain numbness paralysed his mind, travelling all the way down from his forearm to the tips of his fingers.

“I’m going to die,” he thought, clutching his t-shirt, completely unable to move. He lay down on the floor and closed his eyes but opened them again in an instant, fearing the darkness that filled his vision.

“I’m going to die.”

The world blurred out momentarily. He didn’t realise how many minutes had gone by until the loud, shrill ring of the bell echoed in his ears, frantically.

His eyes shot open.

“Fuck, she’s home.”

#mark tuan #got7 #got7 scenarios #mark scenarios #mark tuan fanfiction #got7 fanfic #mark tuan fanfic #tuan yi en #mark x reader #mental health #angry #angst #violence #mork #got7 mark #gif #got7 gifs

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historybee-keeper · 7 years

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blood is thicker in water // daveed x reader

summary: You want to die.

a/n: hey guys! this is my first hamilton fic, and there are some serious trigger warnings. so beware. but there is some fluff in it :) so at the end it kinda seems like a lin x reader, even though vanessa and lin are married but I guess its just that the reader and lin have been friends fro so long and are so close that they say like love you or whatever whenever they say goodbye to each other??? so yeah. forgive any mistakes, I proof-read like half of it but then I stopped cause I was really lazy.

warnings: angst, depression, suicide, very light smut, and cursing.

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word count: 4,617

Drip

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Blood

Drip

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Tears

Drip

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Blood

Drip

Tears

Drop

Blood

Drip…

Silence.

My mother always used to say, “Blood is thicker than water,” meaning, family can be relied on better than friends. Family being the blood, and the friends being the water. In your life, family and friends mix together, just like how blood mixes with water. But in times of loyalty, the family dominates the friends, just like how blood dominates the water when mixed together, getting rid of the transparent color of the water and replacing it with a milky red hue.

But instead of the phrase “Blood is thicker than water,” I prefer the phrase, “Blood is thicker in the water.”

I’ve watched it before, the blood dominating the water. I’ve seen the blood change the color from transparent to milky red. I’ve stared at the crimson blood slowly drip down my arms and into the water-filled sink, the blood dripping in the water and spreading out like ink, feathering out in different directions.

For a girl like me, the phrase, “Blood is thicker than water,” doesn’t mean anything.

For a girl like me, the phrase, "Blood is thicker in water,” makes the most sense, because a girl like me sees it everyday.

”(Y/n)? Do we need to get up?,“ a low, hoarse voice asked beside me. I stirred, turning around to look at the face that I adored so much. I could see his eyes flutter, fighting the urge to close again. He slipped in and out of consciousness.

"Unfortunately, yes,” I sighed, my voice groggy. He groaned, rubbing his hands on his face. Lin had called for an early meeting at the theatre on our day off. Hamilton had been playing on Broadway for almost a year and it was already a huge success. I’ve been friends with Lin ever since college, even though we were two years apart. Lin and I got closer, though, platonic was all we ever were and ever will be. He met Vanessa, my sister, in high school. They went to separate colleges, so when Lin found out that I was related to her, I was the one who reconnected them.

Lin found out about my self-harm, becoming my confident throughout the rest of college. He would help me through my relapses, anxiety attacks, and depression. One day he suggested the stage as a way to express all the feelings that built up inside. I found a love for theatre, and found a love for singing that I didn’t know i had.

Ever since then, the only escape was singing my heart out or, sadly, cutting. I would cut my upper arms and the sides of my stomach, where it would be easy to conceal with a shirt. In 2007, I landed an ensemble role in Lin’s first hit, In the Heights.

It didn’t start out so bad, the cutting, but over the years it got worse. I would cut at least every other day, wanting to feel some kind of pain and let out my emotions when I wasn’t on the stage.

Now, I have the part of Maria Reynolds and Peggy Schuyler in his new success, Hamilton, and Daveed has the role of Marquis de Lafayette and Thomas Jefferson.

We first met at auditions, and instantly had strong feelings for each other, though, I was too scared to tell him. At that point in my life, my depression had already began years before.

Daveed and I became a couple, finally, after knowing each other for two years, and I started buying the most expensive and high quality, full coverage foundation or concealer to cover up my scars, sometimes buying scar-covering kits. I didn’t want him to know, to worry about me. I don’t want to be a burden for him as I am for everyone else, having to take care of me and watch my every move, not trusting what I do.

Daveed was the best thing that ever happened to me, and I didn’t want to ruin that because my mental heath went wack. I hadn’t harmed myself in two years, thanks to him though the depression was still present, but one little thing could set me off into a spiraling down again.

Daveed finally managed to keep his eyes open, smiling when he saw me. I smiled back, wondering how I met such a wonderful man. I snuggled closer in his warm chest. He put his arms around me, pulling my body closer and holding on to me like I would slip away at any moment, which, tonight, I finally would.

Ready to get up, I tried to break from Daveeds grasp. He only held on tighter to me so I couldn’t get out.

"Daveed, c'mon we have to get up or else we’ll be late,” I whined, attempting to break out.

“Nope,” he responded. I groaned, making him laugh.

“Please? I really don’t want to be late.” Daveed was silent for a couple seconds before responding.

“Fine,” he sighed. He let go of my body, slipping his arms from underneath me, kissing my forehead. We both sat up and swung our legs over to the side of the bed. Daveed stretched his arms out. I put my hands on my knees, thinking about tonight.

We were greeted by Lin when we first walked through the stage doors. He had his regular, sincere smile, beaming when he saw me.

“Mornin’ sunshines!” Lin practically shouted.

“Well someone’s had their morning coffee,” Daveed commented, seeing Lin already so full of energy despite being only seven o'clock in the morning.

“Nope. He’s always been that way. Always,” I said as I sipped the hot coffee I got on the way to the theatre. Both Lin and Daveed laughed, though Daveed’s was more of a chuckle. The coffee burned my tongue, making me wince a bit.

“So, what’s this meeting about anyway?” Daveed asked as we followed Lin to the dressing rooms.

“You’ll see,” he said.

Everyone else was already there waiting for us when we entered one of the rooms located back stage. They were all crowded around an empty table, talking to each other, all confused about why Lin had scheduled and early meeting.

“So, why did you call us all here, Lin?” Renée groaned, obviously not awake yet. A chorus of agreements erupted.

“Well,” Lin started, going into a separate room. When he can out, he held a cake box in his hands.

“It’s Thomas Jeffersons birthday!” He cheered. It was silent for a second until Oak spoke up.

“You’ve got to be kidding me Lin."

Suddenly the rooms was filled with groans and complaints, all making Lin laugh.

"I woke up at five in the morning for this?” Pippa said.

As the complaints quieted down, I spoke.

“Lin, do we really have to celebrate that asshole?” I asked motioning to the cake he had set on the table, opening it to reveal the face of Thomas Jefferson on the top.

“Why not?” Lin responded with a smile. I sighed, looking at the cake more, pursing my lips. I wasn’t much of a sweets person, but I figured that since it was my last day, I should enjoy myself still had the chance.

“What kind?”

“Red Velvet.”

“Cut me a big piece.” I demanded, making Lin raise an eyebrow. He hesitated as he cut the piece, slowly handing me the plate. I picked up a fork and the plate and sat down on the couch behind me, eating as soon as I sat down. Lin continued to handout pieces of cake, occasionally glancing at me.

Everyone began chatting, enjoying each other’s company. I had just finished eating, standing up to throw away my plate. Right when I threw my plate away, Lin stopped me.

“Hey, are you okay?” Lin whispered, looking at me with a concerned look. I put on a convincing smile, trying not to worry him and tell him of my plans, knowing that he would stop me before I got the chance to do something.

“Yeah, I’m doing okay,” I whispered back. He looked at me incredulously. I could see Daveed looking at me through the corner of my eye, confusion lining his face. Daveed knows that Lin and I have always been friends, though sometimes he thinks that I love Lin more than him.

“Did you tell Daveed yet?” He asked me. My smile dropped and I shook my head. I never told Daveed about my history with self harm, though Lin always said that I should tell him.

“You’re going to have someday."

"No, it’s possible to hide it from him forever.”

“Y/n, you and I both know that’s not possible in a relationship,” I shrugged, making Lin sigh.

“Either you tell him, or I do. And I don’t wanna have to do that.” I would hate for Daveed to find out through Lin instead of me, so I nodded.

“Okay fine, I’ll tell him tonight,” I said.

“Good,” Lin said. He began to look me up and down.

“What?”

“Are you pregnant?” My eyes went wide at his question.

“Lin, really, I’m-"

"It better be Daveed’s. Please tell me it’s Daveed’s,” He rambled. His face brightened as he gasped.

“I’m gonna be an uncle!” Lin almost yelled. I put my hand over his mouth, shushing him and turning my head around, making sure no one else heard what he said.

“Lin, Im not pregnant!” I whispered. Lin’s shoulders dropped, disappointed that I wasn’t, making me laugh.

“Then why did you ask for a big slice of cake when you don’t like cake that much?” Lin folded his arms.

“Well I didn’t really have time to eat this morning,” I shot back, making Lin chuckle.

“That’s not my fault,” Lin put up his hands in surrender.

“Mhmm,” I hummed, looking at him with my arms crossed on my chest.

“Hey, uh, Daveed’s lookin’ a bit jealous over there. You might want to go over before he thinks your cheating on him with me,” Lin said, motioning to Daveed, who was looking down at his plate and piercing it with his fork over and over again. I could see him mumbling incoherent words, making me laugh softly.

“Oo okay I talk to you later,” I said, beginning to make my way over to Daveed.

“Yup!” He called back.

I sat down next to him, who noticed my presence and stopped stabbing his cake, but didn’t look at me. I sighed.

“Daveed, look, Lin was literally my only friend in college. I was surprised he was even interested in being my friend considering that I we were two school years apart. Our relationship was been strictly platonic and it still is. You have nothing to worry about,” I said.

He looked up at me, and we stared into each other’s eyes. I smiled reassuringly as he purses his lips.

“Promise?” he asked.

“I promise?” I confirmed.

I leaned over to kiss his cheek, making him smile softly. I rested my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes and humming a soft tune.

I stayed at the theatre until noon, talking to everyone for the last time. Daveed had to leave early because of a quick session in the studios for clipping. I was one of the last people to leave the theatre.

I didn’t know what to do with the rest of my day, knowing that Daveed was at work. I planned on doing it tonight when Daveed was home, just in case I happened to change my mind.

So, I drove to my child to my childhood park, where I swung in my favorite swing, slowly moving back and forth, reminiscing on life. I thought about how I met Lin, immediately connecting with him. I remembered the time when I met Daveed, immediately falling in love with him.

I lost track of time as I remembered all the moments with the people I held so dear to me. It was already 3 by the time I left the park. I picked up some frozen yogurt on the way home, something to keep Daveed occupied tonight. Since the park was an hour away from home, it took me an hour and a half to get home, including traffic.

After my last relapse two years ago, Lin threw all of my razors away. He went through all of my drawers and bags, basically turning both my room and bathroom upside down, searching for anything I could use to harm myself. I had to stop by the store, realizing that I didn’t have any razors.

I walked into the store with my head down. Knowing the store like the back of my hand, I turned into the bath isle, where I used to get my razors all the time before Lin threw them away.

I went down the isle, stopping in front of the shavers, searching for the individual razors. I found them, seeing only one pack left.

I grabbed the pack and rushed to the checkout. Luckily in one of the lanes, there wasn’t a line, only a young girl, probably in her late teens, was waiting for the next person. I tossed the razors onto the belt and put my head down, not wanting to make eye contact with her.

As soon as she saw the razor, she looked at me, hesitant to scan the item.

I finally scanned the item as I tucked the hair that fell in front of my face behind my ear. But before she bagged it, she took out a slip of paper, writing something down.

After I paid, she handed me the piece of paper along with the pack of razors. I looked down at the paper while I started to walk, stopping when I read the words on the paper.

“Your life is worth living for :) suicide hotline: 1-800-273-8255″

My eyes began to prickle with tears at her small act of kindness. I looked back at the girl, tears invading her water line too.

“H-how did you know?” I asked.

“My sister used the same razors. I never thought about the chance of her using those razors to end her life. I just assumed that she ran out of razors for her shaver, and she assured me that hey were for her shaver,” she said, a single tear falling down her cheek.

“I just want to make sure that I don’t make the same mistake again.”

I couldn’t speak. I was so stuck by her words and her worry for me.

“Please, before you do it, consider calling. Please.” She said, her voice quivering. All I could do was nod, to which she simply nodded back.

I slowly walked out of the store, still in shock from what happened.

I blasted my favorite songs the whole trip home, singing my heart out for the last time.

I pulled into the driveway, realizing that that would be my last car drive. Daveed wasn’t home yet, so I put his dessert in the freezer and sat down with mine, watching my favorite movie, The Little Mermaid.

It was nine o'clock when Daveed got home. I could her his keys from outside the door, clashing and jingling. He opened the door, greeting me. He noticed the movie, which was now The Aristocats, and the empty yogurt cup on the table.

“Y/n we haven’t even made dinner yet, why did get frozen yogurt?” I shrugged my shoulders.

“I don’t know, I guess I just wanted some.” Daveed bought it and set the groceries on top of the counter.

“Did you at least get me some?” he asked, unpacking the bags.

“It’s in the freezer,” I said, not taking my eyes off of the screen.

Once the movie ended and we ate dinner, I decided that it was time.

Daveed sat next to me on the couch, his arm around my shoulder, holding me close. I looked up at him, and he looked down at me. I thought about how I would miss him when I was gone. I reached up and kissed him, passionately, wanting our last kiss to be the best one.

As the kiss got more heated, Daveed’s hands moved up to my face, cupping my cheek and the back of my head. I got up the couch, not separated from the kiss, and sat in his lap, straddling him. He put his hands on my hips, slowly pushing up my shirt. Before he could reach up to the bumps of my scars, I pulled away, putting my hands on his, stopping his hands from traveling up further than wanted them too.

“I need to take a bath,” I said, looking into his eyes.

“Why don’t I join you?” He offered smugly, smirking as he tried to kiss me again. I leaned back, shaking my head and smiling.

“Not tonight, babe,” He stopped with the smirk and gave me a look of confusion and his brows furrowed.

“Why not?”

“I’m just not in the mood,” I said, pecking him in the cheek and getting off of him. He still sat at the couch while I walked to the kitchen to rinse my plate off.

“You owe me then!” Daveed yelled out. I didn’t laugh, didn’t smile, because I knew that that would never happen again.

I went out of the kitchen, my heart starting to race. I went to the room that Daveed and I shared for a year now and closed the door behind me. I sat on the bed and broke down. I silently sobbed, tears running down my cheek. I looked at my phone, wanting to hear Lin’s voice for the last time.

My vision was blurry from the tears as I opened up my phone and searched through my contacts. Once I found his name I pressed on it, seeing the screen change. I put the phone up to my ear. After two rings, Lin answered.

“Hey, Y/n!” He said in his usual cheerful tone. I smiled, knowing I would miss him greeting me every day with that smile that brightened my world for a moment.

“Lin,” I began, trying to find the right words. He noticed my sobs, noticed the way that my voice quivered when I said his name.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?” He spoke, his voice in a serious tone.

“Thank you, Lin.”

“For what, Y/n? What’s happening? Where are you right now? Where’s Daveed?”

I didn’t answer his questions, wanting to remember what I was going to say.

“For being my friend. For helping me through anything and everything. Thank you for believing in me, thank you for showing me the stage, thank you for introducing me to Daveed. Thank you, Lin” I rambled out, my voice filled with sobs.

“Y-you’re welcome, Y/n, but, answer my questions. Where is Daveed?”

“He’s in the living room, but Lin.”

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry.”

“What do you mean you’re sorry, you did nothing wrong.”

“I’m sorry for being a burden that you had to take care of throughout college.”

“Y/n, you were never a burden to me. If I didn’t care about you, I would have shown it. I would have dropped you like a hot potato, but I didn’t because I do care about you. I wanted to take care of you, worry about you, laugh with you, and I especially wanted to be your friend.”

I took in his words, reconsidering my plan. I was silent, not knowing what to say next.

“Y/n?”

“Y/n. Please don’t do what I thin you’re about to do.” Lin’s voice called over the phone. I could hear his voice start to waver, and could imagine his heart racing like mine, and the tears starting to fall from his eyes.

“Y/n please, I can’t lose you. I can’t lose my best friend,” Lin’s voice was now like mine, filled with tears. I could hear the pain in his voice.

I took a deep.

“Lin?”

“Yes?” He responded immediately, wanting to know what I was going to say.

“My love, take your time,”

“No,” Lin gasped.

“I’ll see you on the other side.”

The phone dropped from Lins ear as he fully understood what she was going to do.

Going faster than he had ever gone before, Lin put on his shoes, not even bothering to get a coat, and ran out the door, leaving his phone behind.

Lin only lived four blocks down from Y/n, just in case this situation ever became a reality. He ran down the street, whizzing past people on the sidewalk. Tears streamed down his face as he ran, blaming himself for this, thinking, that if he had just paid more attention to the signs she gave throughout the day, then maybe this wouldn’t be happening. He cursed at himself, realizing that he left his phone at home, preventing him from calling 911.

Y/n paced around the bathroom, the unopened pack of razors in her hand. She knew what she was doing, though she didn’t know if she was sure about doing it. Stopping in her tracks, she shook her head and began to open the package, the razors falling onto the counter.

Y/n went over to the tub, turning the faucet on. She watched as the water slowly filled up the basin.

When the water was done filling up, she climbed in, her body still clothed.

She gripped the blade in her hand, ready to cut for the first time in two years. I quickly covered her mouth after a loud sob escaped, remembering that Daveed was home.

She held out her right arm, the blade hovering over it.

She took a deep breath and dragged the razor across her wrist, not cutting deep enough.

Slice.

Her mind went blank.

Slice.

The blood started to appear.

Y/n watched as it slowly dripped down her arm like it did two years ago. She moved to her left wrist, doing the exact same thing.

Lin continued to run down the street, his lungs on fire. He had only two more blacks left, and he wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon.

Deciding that it was time to actually do it, Y/n went back to her right wrist, cutting deep into her skin from the beginning of her wrist to her elbow. She winced in pain. She didn’t as deep as she wanted it to be, but it would get the job done.

The blood squirted out of her artery and into the tub, the blood changing the color of the water.

It reminded her of how her mother always used to say, “Blood is thicker than water,” meaning that even though the blood and water mix, just like how family and friends mix together, family will dominate the friends and be more reliable. But she preferred the phrase, “Blood is thicker in water,” seeing how the blood dominates the water and changes the color of it.

Drip

Drop

Blood.

Drip

Drop

Tears.

Drip

Blood.

Drop

Tears.

Drip…

Lin finally arrived at Y/n’s apartment, running up the stairs to her floor and knocking on the door hastily. He knocked again, when he nobody answered within the first few seconds.

The door finally opened, revealing Daveed. Lin zoomed past him and into the apartment, calling out for Y/n.

“Y/n! Where are you?” He called out.

“Lin, what the fuck?” Daveed said, confused.

Lin ignored Daveed, searching for her.

“Lin she’s in the bathroom taking a bath. Why do you need her?” Lin gasped, cursing himself for not thinking of the first. He ran out of the kitchen and began to walk towards the bathroom, Daveed stopping him on his way there.

“What the hell is going on, Lin?!” He shouted.

“Y/n’s gonna kill herself!” Lin shouted back. Daveed’s breath hitched as he let go of Lins arm, a million thoughts running through his head. Lin then ran to the bathroom, Daveed following close behind.

I was about to slit my wrist when I heard a sharp knock on the door. I whipped her head around, startled.

“Y/n?!” The sound of Lines voice echoed through my mind, the tears coming even faster now. Another loud sob escaped, confirming my presence in the room.

“Y/n, open the door!” Lin demanded. His voice sounded just like it had been on the phone, filled with pain.

I mustered up her voice and spoke, “No, I-I can’t,” I struggled to say. Lin began to jiggle the door knob, which I had locked when she first stepped foot into the bathroom.

I looked at her wrist again an started to make the second, long cut from my wrist to her elbow. I went slower this time, wanting to feel the pain more.

“Y/n, please stop what you’re doing and open the damn door!” Lin yelled, starting to sound hopeless.

“No, Lin, I’m oka- AH!” I yelled out, wincing mid sentence. Pain seared through my body as the blade cut deep into my skin, pain that I’ve wanted to feel for a very long time now.

I just finished opening your left arm when the door swung open, both Lin and Daveed appearing.

We both made eye contact at each other, Lin and I, while Daveed’s eyes widened in horror.

“Oh my god,” Daveed said, standing there in shock while Lin rushed over to me. Before Lin could reach me, I cut her thighs the same way I did on her right wrist: not deep enough but deep enough to get the job done.

I looked up and smiled at Lin, knowing that in a few minutes, everything would be over.

Lin came over and put his arms around me, trying to pick me up out of the tub. With all the strength that I had left in me, I squirmed, trying to fight back. I hadn’t notice that the razor was still in my grasp until I accidentally sliced Lins arm. He pulled away and groaned in pain, clutching his arm. I stared at him, mortified at what I had done.

I hurt him.

I hurt him. I hurt my best friend, the one who was always there for me, the one who would be my friend when others would not. How could I?

He looked at me, somehow hearing my thoughts.

“Wait, Y/n, look, see? I’m okay!”

“No, no, no, no, no, no!” I said, my world crashing down. I pressed the skin surrounding the cut, desperate to get more blood out. I started to go tired, my vision blurring. My knees began to buckle as my breath became more and more belated, slowing down with each breath. I fell, but this time in the arms of Daveed. His arms enveloped mine, placing my body down gently on the floor.

Daveed gripped my wrists, desperate to not let a drop of blood escape. Lin kneeled down next to me with his head in his hands, knowing that there would be nothing left to do to same me.

I looked at Lin and cupped his head. He looked up at me with tears streaming down his face like a waterfall. Everything became a blur in that moment. Daveed ran out of the bathroom, rushing around to find his phone, still believing that I could be saved. Lin still sat by me, now cupping my head.

Noticing that my last few breaths were coming up, he smiled at he, and then leaned down, kissing my forehead.

“I see you when I get there, my love,” Lin said calmly, no tears or pain to be found.

“I’ll be waiting patiently, Lin-Manuel Miranda,” I said, finally letting go as I closed my eyes, the world became black, and the sounds becoming inaudible.

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