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call-memissbrightside · 1 year

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a continuation of this one-shot

warnings: mentions of cheating, having an affair, bad-words, relationship insecurity, hints of NSFW, (Y/N) cries a lot but honestly I would too lmao

"If you think crying like this will make me want you, you're a fucking idiot."

You instinctively flinch, like Katsuki's words were physically hitting you. He notices your small movement from the corner of his eye, and moves so that his back is facing you to almost save you from the wrath he was unleashing on his ex-wife.

You weren't going to tell him what Ochako said to you. Because you knew it would cause trouble between them when that was the last thing you wanted. When accepting to marry the hero, you decided that no matter what, you wouldn't further cause tension between them. For Katsumi's sake.

Yet, it was Katsumi who told her father. Somehow she stole her mother's phone the moment they returned to Ochako's home across town and called Katsuki, explaining what she saw even if she didn't understand the whole story: mommy yelling at (Y/N) and making her cry.

Katsuki didn't hesitate to immediately coming home when receiving the distressing call from his own daughter, and scared the absolute crap out of you when he seemed to pop out of nowhere and demanded to know what Uraraka said to you.

Seeing his anger made you submit all too easily, and he patiently listened to you tell him what happened through broken sobs and snot pouring from your nose as you tried calming down. Katsuki was upset that you were upset, and had the idea to hug you, comfort you but then his phone rang.

Now he paced the living room, half listening to excuses Uraraka gave him for being unnecessarily cruel to you. You watched him from the plush couch, hiccuping now instead of intensely crying.

"I'm getting the lawyers involved," He barked, cutting off whatever his ex-wife was saying. You shake your head, not wanting to cause more drama but Katsuki holds a hand up to stop you. Leaning more into the couch cushion, you bite on your lip as anxiety digs into you.

"Tell Katsumi I love her and that she's not in trouble for calling me. You better not punish her for doing the right thing. I'll be damned if my daughter gets in trouble for calling her own father, you fucking bitch." He leaves it at that, promptly hanging up the phone before Ochako could have a word in.

Katsuki tosses his phone down onto the coffee table and rubs his face groaning. You watch, silent, not knowing what to do or say.

Noticing your cheeks were still read and how puffy your eyes became from crying, Katsuki cooed softly, "Come here baby, it's okay."

Holding his arms open, you immediately get up to let him hold you. Burying your face into his chest, you inhale his strong, expensive cologne. It works wonders to calm your racing heart.

"Let me see you, " Katsuki whispers, cupping your face gently so that you could look up at him. His red eyes burned like embers and seeing concern in them makes your bottom lip wobble so you bite it to stop from trembling.

"No, no," Katsuki lightly chastises, pulling your bottom lip with his thumb, tracing it lightly over the bite makes you gave yourself.

You still don't know what to say, but a broken, "Sorry."

Katsuki will have none of that, he scoffs and rolls his eyes, "No (Y/N), I'm sorry my ex is a fucking cunt."

You're still sensitive, and hearing him say something that cruel makes you flinch.

"Don't call her that Katsuki, she is still Katsumi's mom." You're careful on correcting him, knowing he doesn't like it when you do that.

Katsuki sighs loudly, you feel him inhale and exhale. Looking back down at his phone, he looks almost annoyed. "She is, huh?"

Turning back to you, Katsuki can't help but admire how you look at him with your full attention, like you can't help but hang onto his every word. When he leans down to kiss you, it starts off slow and sensual. His tongue dominates yours and you completely relax against him, getting lost in his kiss.

"You think all that shit 'chako said was true?" Katsuki mumbles against your lips. Your eyes were closed and they stayed closed, but your eyebrows furrowed at his question. You don't respond.

"You wouldn't have cried that hard if you didn't think it was true."

He knows he's right. You know he's right. But you continue not to say anything, embarrassed to be so quick to lose trust in your husband from one simple conversation. Katsuki looks at how how your face begins to crumble, and is hurt from your hesitance.

"Look at me baby," He demands, and a smile almost graces his face when you listen to him. Fingers that were threaded in the hair by your neck tightened, making your neck snap up.

"None of that shit Ochako said was true." Katsuki looks straight into your eyes and you knew he was telling the truth. A weight that you weren't even aware of seemed to be lifted from your chest, and you almost wanted to begin crying from relief. But you don't, because you knew that would only irritate Katsuki further.

"Do you regret marrying me Katsuki?" You finally ask.

He really didn't have to marry you. You sure weren't expecting him to when the affair was leaked to the press, and after Ochako announced their divorce in a press statement. That was hell for you, when the whole world learned you were sleeping with Japan's #2 hero, who was married and a father. It hurt even worse when people realized you were the babysitter, like you purposely broke up the Bakugou family for your own personal gain. That wasn't true, it just happened and yes, you felt horrible about it but also you and Katsuki were real. No one, absolutely no one, wanted to hear your side of the story. Their minds were made up.

You lost everything from having an affair with Katsuki Bakugou.

Your parents were so disappointed, they cut off all contact with you. You had to drop out of college mid-semester after getting harassed by your peers. Fans of Katsuki would throw things at you when you'd walk through campus. Coffee, paint, condoms. Uravity fans were even worse, calling you all the horrible names in the book: slut, whore, home-wrecker, gold digger. They bullied you online constantly, and you had to take down all your social media pages because it got so bad. And when your phone number got leaked online? You almost went mad with the countless calls and messages from trolls that you broke your phone just to have peace. You were broke because no one wanted to hire you, especially not as a nanny.

You truly thought that Katsuki would end things during that time. He would only call you from a new, secure phone his assistant dropped off at your dorm, hearing you cry about all the things people had done and all the names they called you. It was a while before you got to see him again in-person, due to his publicity team deeming it appropriate to wait it out until the divorce was settled.

You didn't think Katsuki would stick around. You already cried and yearned for him when under the impression that he'd leave you. Sure, the relationship started with just hot sex. But you liked to believe that there were moments when you saw the real Katsuki, the one who was kind and gentle with you, the one you loved. God, after all the shit you endured because of him, you still loved him. That's what made it hard to finally see him, because you convinced yourself he was only asking you out to break things off with you completely.

Yet, when Katsuki went down on one knee and asked you to marry him, you burst into tears and said yes before really thinking about it because you were just glad he loved you and chose you.

It all happened so fast, too fast and you were slowly cracking under the idea that all of this was a mistake.

Katsuki laughs.

He fucking laughs. Whatever vulnerability you felt comfortable sharing with him is locked away in your chest.

"Fuck you!" You yell, pushing at his chest but there's no way you're getting away from him. Not if he didn't want you too.

Katsuki kisses you silly, and only pulls you back when you try to speak up.

"Stupid woman," He whispers against your lips. "I must be a bad husband if I have you thinking I regret ever choosing to be with you."

He's smirking now, thumbs tracing the underlying of your jaw.

"Go to the bedroom and wait for me, and I'll show you just how much you mean to me."

Your body heats up at his words, and he finally lets you go. Katsuki was never much of a talker, but rather liked showing how he felt. You knew you would never get a full explanation from him on what or why he decided to marry you, but you body ignited at how he would explain in the bedroom.

Yelping at the feeling of his hand swat at your behind when you turn to head towards the bedroom, Katsuki laughs out loud again.

Checking his phone as he grabs his hardening cock in his pants, his eyes look over the countless messages and emails notifications to see if any need his attention immediately.

Assistant Hana: when will you be back?

"Katsuki!" You yell from the room.

"Be there in a few, calm down!" He yells back, texting a quick message.

Bakugou: i got important business to deal with at home

A/N: I was going to continue the angst but surprisingly i decided to go with a 'happy' ending. i'll probably make more one shots using this storyline, keep a lookout for them.

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daniswoso · 4 months

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Because I love you too much.

Charli Grant x reader.

Warning: idiots in love, angst.

Summary: She loved you too much.

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You and Charli had been practically inseparable since youth team. You did everything together, you went to the beach together, you went to restaurants together, you went practically everywhere with eachother.

If you were somewhere you could guarantee Charli wasn't far. It was a comfort, she was a comfort to you.

Then you managed to both get a contract at Adelaide. You felt as if nothing could go wrong, you would play as one when you were on the pitch together, with you both being defenders and being on the same team you were unstoppable. You had been named the 'dream team', 'the ones to watch' and so many other things.

Then she just had to up and leave to Sweden.

To say it broke you would be an understatement, it shattered you. You felt like your world was caving in around you. Like you had been ripped from your home, like the only sense of familiarity you had basically your whole life had been ripped from under you. Leaving you alone. And scared.

But what hurt even more was the way Charli grew more distant. She would keep her distance, barely visited you when she came home to visit her family. Until eventually all contact stopped.

You had decided it was for the better, you changed your number, moved all the way to Arsenal but yet you still couldn't bring yourself to block her number. Just in case, you thought.

There never was a 'case' where you had the pleasure of seeing her name illuminate your phone screen again. Not for a long while.

Finally, you found peace. You had moved on, found new friends and a new sense of comfort in the Arsenal girls. Caitlin specifically taking you under her wing, calling herself your 'aussie mentor'. She made you laugh. It was a nice change of pace to the nights you had spent crying and screaming Charli's name in anger.

Then the world cup came around. You were desperately hoping for a call-up. So much so you hadn't slept the day before you were supposed to get the news. And when your phone finally rang, cutting through the deafening silence that invaded your flat as you stared at your phone, picking your nails and biting your lip; you practically jumped onto the coffee table you had your phone perched on.

"Hello?" The caller said. Holy shit, you thought, I'm speaking with the coach of the fucking matildas.

"Hello, Ms Y/L/N?" Then you remembered you actually had to speak, so you cleared your throat.

"Uh, yes. Hello, this is me." You cringed at the way you nervously stumbled through your sentence.

"I'm calling to tell you you've received a call up. Welcome to the Matildas, Y/L/N. See you soon." They hung up. You shook with excitement. You cried with excitement. And you screamed so loudly you're surprised you didn't get a noise complaint the following day.

Sending a text to Caitlin, you grinned from ear to ear the rest of the week.

That is until you got to Australia and realised Charli was there, too. That was a very rude awakening.

During the first training session you of course were paired with Charli. You cursed under your breath as you begin doing keepy-ups with her back and forth.

"Grant," You said, your voice blunt, you were in no mood for her bullshit at the moment. You were here to win a world cup.

"Y/L/N," She said back, her voice quieter than yours and her usually vibrant eyes seemingly dimmed slightly at your tone. The ghost of a smirk that crossed her face when she saw you dying.

It was almost enough for you to want to hug her so tightly she couldn't breathe. God you had missed her.

At the end of the training session, for which you were paired with Charli the whole time, you had enough. You needed to speak to her, you needed closure. You needed her. You needed your best friend back.

You hung back in the locker rooms, waiting till everyone had left and as per usual Charli was the only still left over, she saw you and awkwardly gave you a tight lipped smile.

"Hey," You began.

"Hi," She said back. You felt your heart twist.

"I want to speak with you," You murmured.

"About what?" She questioned. You groaned out loud at her oblivious nature.

"Us, Char.." You said, slowly sitting down on the bench across from her.

"What about us?" She said again, clearly having caught on to what you meant, then again maybe she knew what you meant all along and was just trying to get off easy.

"Why did we drift apart, Charli?" You asked, your voice breaking slightly as tears welled in your eyes.

She sighed and wiped her eye with the back of her hand, her lip trembling when she met your eyes, it was enough to make you need to bite down a sob.

"Because I loved you too much, Y/N." Your eyes widened. She loved you? She loved you?

"What?" You said, standing slightly as you tried to get a handle on what she just said, "You- You love me?" You stumbled over your words.

"I get it, if the feelings aren't mutual. It's why I left for Sweden. I thought you were straight. And I didn't want to make things weird-" You cut her off by bringing her into a searing kiss.

When you finally broke apart, you rested your forehead against hers, your hands clutching either side of her face as if she would walk away from you again, as if this wall just a figment of your imagination, or even a dream. But if it was, you never wanted it to end.

"I am so madly in love with you, you massive idiot."

She chuckled, bringing you into another soft kiss.

At least you had your girl back. And even if it went way differently than you imagined, it still went so incredibly well.

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A/N: Treating you w the fics today eh? what’d you guys think?

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beomgewz · 2 months

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LINGER

four , passenger princess (621 words)

“MARK,” you grumbled, fiddling with your fingers, “are you sure your friends will like me?” nervously glancing at the man driving, you noticed his eyes quickly darted towards you.

“of course they’ll like you, yn,” he replied, looking back at the road, “youll match their energy, dont worry.”

you nodded, his words coming through one ear and out the other. you were nervous about meeting his six other friends— but you were more nervous about jisung. how will you be able to face him? you havent been near him in ages. sure, youd pass him for a brief moment and that was that. but being near him? no— that was too much.

“are you worried about jisung?” mark asked, his voice soft and calming. he didnt want you to be scared of meeting his other group of friends— let alone be scared of meeting jisung.

you nodded. “a little. i saw his tweet earlier and it just— it just made me feel like shit,” you laugh it off, “i’ll be fine.”

he casted a worried glance at you. “just stick with me, okay? or do whatever you want— i’ll make sure you wont have to interact with jisung as much.” he averted his eyes back on the road, letting out a quiet sigh.

you nod, your nerves running through your body. "one of your friends commented under my tweet." you told him, further avoiding the topic of jisung. frankly, thinking about him made you sick, considering what he tweeted just a few hours ago.

"who?" he asked, a slight smile gracing his face, "wait, let me guess — was it chenle?"

you giggled. "no, it was uh..." you took your phone out to look at your tweet, "it was haechan."

"haechan?" he laughed, his eyes crinkling up. "what did he say?"

you hum, "he replied to jake's tweet. you know how he calls me pretty?" you turned to face mark, who nodded. "jake called me pretty and haechan tagged you asking if you were going to let it slide." you slightly laughed, recalling his tweet again.

mark laughed along with you. "i think youll get along with haechan just fine, then."

"mark," a whiny voice rang out, who you found out was haechan, "someone was flirting with your girlfriend under her tweet."

you awkwardly laughed at him, "mark isnt..."

"dude," mark laughed, "yn isnt my girlfriend — what made you think that?"

everyone went silent.

"i swear i see a man giving yn a drink before design class," jaemin defends himself, looking at you as if you betrayed him. he looked at you, then at mark, trying to figure out what was going on between the two of you.

you shook your head, "mark and i arent dating; we're just friends." you looked anywhere that wasnt his group of friends, "i dont know why mark played along."

mark gasped at you, "how is that any of my fault? i didnt play along to anything."

you huffed at him, "you didn't even ask jaemin what he meant when he told you to invite your girlfriend," you rolled your eyes at the boy, "this is embarrassing for me — im here while your friends were under the impression that im your girlfriend."

audible giggles were heard, setting a reminder that his friends could hear your argument.

"ouu, a couples quarrel already?" chenle giggled out.

ignoring chenle, mark defended himself, "you wanted to figure out who he was talking about!" he stared at you for a few moments before your other words registered to him. "wait — whats so wrong about dating me?"

eventually, the giggles turned into laughter as his friends laughed at him in mockery, as if telling him, "theres so many things wrong with that."

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wutheringcaterpillar · 3 months

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Remember That Night? Chapter 2/4

Summary: Aaron recalls what he witnessed after following you home and has to find a way to cope with his emotions. What will happen when you arrive at his room, asking questions, and he has to make a decision on whether or not to tell you the truth of how he feels?

Warnings: descriptions of depression

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It took Aaron nearly two hours to arrive home, he ended up taking side roads to make the drive last a bit longer. This was a night he really wished he had Jack but he insisted on staying at Jess’s for the night because he missed his dear auntie. Aaron didn’t want to go home to his empty apartment, the place that he once shared endless nights with you, unforgettable nights. He was alone once again, the passenger seat sat empty.

For a moment he reached his hand over to grab yours imagining you were in the car next to him but when his fingers gripped nothing but thin air he settled his hand onto the middle console, wishing hopelessly that you’d come back to him. In his head the image of your face took over, all he could think of was the way you smiled at him like no other ever could.

Arriving at his destination he parked his car as he wept, he felt desperate. You had moved on and it was all on him he messed up again, he lost Haley, and he lost you. How could he be so stupid, how could he put his job before you? He knew deep down that the only reason he pushed you away was because he was scared to fall in love again. Beth was just a distraction and his heart knew it. It didn’t flutter when he saw Beth like the way it did with you. He knew you inside and out and what did he know about Beth? If someone had asked him how many siblings she had he couldn’t even answer that but if someone came up to him about something involving you he could go on for forever.

His phone rang pulling him back to reality but it was Dave, and he had known this man long enough to know that he’d be able to read him right away by just the sound of his voice so he just answered the phone, as he was, a complete mess. “Hotchner.”

“Why did I just get a call that you put in your-“ the sounds of Aaron sniffling made him pause mid sentence. Aaron wasn’t okay and even though neither you or him outed it to the team about anything you had going on, Dave knew. “It’s Y/N isn’t it?” Aaron sighed deeply, running his free hand over his tear stained face, when he spoke nothing came out but a low, soft, broken whisper. “Yeah- I- I fucked up Dave.”

There was silence on the line as Aaron watched out the window a couple had walked by on the sidewalk, holding hands, smiling. God how he wished that was the two of you. He felt himself on the urge of crying once more. He had to get off this phone call he didn’t say a word before ending it and throwing his phone at the windshield, and burying his face onto the steering wheel. It wasn’t for nearly twenty minutes later that he got out of his car. His feet dragging slightly on the wet concrete before walking into his home that didn’t feel so much like a home. Jack wasn’t there, you weren’t there sleeping soundly in his bed. He was alone, again with nothing but the last remaining items you had left there.

When he awoke out of his sleep your shirt was still clutched tightly in his grip. Glancing at the time on his phone he took note that he was going to be late for work but he didn’t have a care in the world. An empty void filled his chest, he blew it, he lost you entirely. The scent of you taking control of him, his nose nuzzling in deeper into your shirt. Chills lingered down his spine, but he knew he had to get up out of bed and find a way to get through the day without imagining you kissing your new friend every time he walked passed you.

Groaning, he pulled himself up out of bed and lazily put his suit and tie on. When he walked in the bathroom to brush his teeth and comb through his hair he wasn’t even able to look at himself in the mirror. A ship of guilt had crashed into him anytime he looked at himself, he was ashamed of how he handled himself with you and deep down, he felt like a coward for putting his two weeks in but he just couldn’t look you in the eyes knowing you weren’t his anymore.

When Aaron arrived at the office and Penelope was presenting the case she stopped mid sentence and every one turned to look at him. He looked at everyone in the room except for you. Derek was the first to comment on Aaron’s attire. He looked drained, like he wasn’t all there. Bags remained under his eyes along with dark circles, his suit and tie were disheveled, the collar not even buttoned all the way, his hair was combed but not to the standard that Aaron considered exceptional. “Well if it isn’t the boss man himself. You’re never late we were getting worried is every thing alright?” He was quick to ignore the question and sat down in the only empty seat that was next to you. “Everything is fine. What do we have?”

The only time he looked at you through the presentation was when he knew you were focused on something else. He caught you looking at your phone and smiling down at it, and Spencer had made a comment about how happy you looked when exiting the room. Aaron couldn’t help but form a small smile. He was happy that you were getting through life but upset that it meant you were moving on from him. His mind was tangled in different directions, his mind knew how he should act accordingly but he was afraid his heart would effect his work performance, and this was another reason he was leaving.

He was walking out the door in front of you hurriedly but before he could make it he felt your grip on his wrist. That small touch just made him squeeze his eyes shut, the touch of your skin on him made him want more of you.

When he turned to face you, he did his best to keep his composure. “Hey! Um I- I heard you put your two weeks in and I just- Well I guess I just wanted to know-“

“Y/N i disregarded how you said you didn’t need me to follow you home and I followed you anyway. I think it’s best for me to leave, you’ve moved on and that’s what I need to do now.” He could tell when he spoke by the look on your face his words had stunned you. He was hitting himself in the head on the inside for being so foolish. “You- You followed me home? Aaron you didn’t need to-“ He wondered if your heart was breaking as much as his.

When he turned around he noticed Emily and Penelope trying to pretend like they weren’t watching and listening. Aaron knew his friends weren’t stupid, and that they probably caught on awhile ago, another reason he needed to remove himself from this environment. “Listen, can we talk about this later? We need to go and I just can’t do this right now. I’m sorry- I’m sorry for every thing that’s happened but I’m happy that you’re happy.” With that said he smoothed down his tie and exited the room, leaving you there completely and utterly speechless, at a loss for words.

Once on the plane he had sat down on the opposite side away from you, facing an empty seat, well was empty until Emily took the seat across from him. “So when are you going to tell her?” He looked taken aback, and put on a straight face. “Tell who what?”

“Come on, it’s me. I’m one of your closest friends and hers. I know when something’s up and I’ve had a hint for quite a bit.”

“Emily, I don’t think this is the time or place and quite frankly I don’t particularly want to talk about my love life right now so let’s just focus on the case. Please.” He raised his eyebrows expectantly at her. If she didn’t drop it he was going to excuse himself to some other seat on the plane.

Sighing with defeat, Emily folded her hands and looked at Aaron with caring eyes. “Alright, just- When you’re ready to talk about it you know where to find me.” He nodded respectfully and thanked her, before she took her seat back next to Derek.

That night he followed you home he planned on telling you about Beth. The only reason he hadn’t done it in the office was because he wanted to be safe and be sure there weren’t any lingering ears. He sat there and contemplated in his mind, watching you from afar eyeing the case files. How could he not have known, how could you not have told him you had moved on. He couldn’t blame you after what he did to you but the thought of him mentioning that he still had feelings for you entered his mind quite a few times on the plane ride but he knew in no way was that fair. Taking one last glance at you before the plane landed, he looked at you with loving, desperate eyes but before yours could connect to his he looked away out the window, watching the clouds pass by in a daze. He wasn’t sure if he would ever be done loving you no matter how hard he tried.

He had booked the room furthest from you, trying to put distance in between the two of you even though that was the absolute last thing he wanted. He wanted to be in your room with you, falling asleep next to you, knowing you were safe and sound. His heart quenched as he pulled out the shirt of yours he had packed with him. He was a mess and clinging on to the last important thing he still had of yours. It only made him feel more like a fool when he fell asleep with it in his hands once again.

When he awoke in the morning his arm was spread out on the empty side of the bed as if you were there. His lips curled into a small smile at the thought of you next to him. A knock on the door brought him out of his imagination. He let out a groan before tossing a shirt and sweats on and answering the door. When he opened it his heart rate sky rocketed when he saw the sight of you, with your messy hair, and two cups of coffee in your hand. “Can I come in?” He opened the door giving you a full welcome to his room before taking the coffee you handed him. “Thank you. You’re up early.” You nodded in response, taking a seat in a cushioned chair by the bed. “I wanted to talk. If that’s okay?” He motioned for you to go on while taking a sip of his coffee. “Aaron- I want to know why you followed me home and before you start I want honesty. Please.” Tapping the side of his cup, he looked off to the window on the side of the room, eyebrows knitted together like the way they did when he was contemplating a situation in his mind.

If he gave you his full honest answer, he’d lose you for good even as a friend, he just had a deep gut feeling you’d be upset and angry with him for how selfish he would be but on the other end he couldn’t lie to you, you’d know if he was from how well he knew you could read him like a book and tell right on the spot if he was lying. “Well, where would you like me to start.”

“The beginning would be wonderful.” He nodded in response before dragging his hand over his face. This was going to be the hardest conversation he’s ever had in his life and he just prayed that he wouldn’t shed a tear. “Well. About two weeks into dating Beth I realized something. She wasn’t you. I told myself I’d never do this to a woman but I dragged you into my world and for months we made it our world. When I told you we needed to end it that wasn’t a wise decision on my part. I wasn’t seeing Beth the whole time, it wasn’t until about a week after I broke it off I met her. I was trying so hard to force myself to get over you because I never thought I’d be in the position I was in, dating my beautiful employee, and falling so outrageously deep in love with her that it terrified me.” He looked up at you and saw you had stopped all movement, your coffee was now sat on the floor, spilt over onto the carpet. Your eyebrows raised, and mouth slightly agape. Those pretty eyes that he once made big and wide with love, now on the brink of tears, filled with sadness. He continued on and looked at the floor.

“The reason I followed you home wasn’t just to make sure you made it there safely but to tell you all of this, but I understand that you have moved on and you’re happy and I fully respect that which is why I put my two weeks in. I can’t be near you and put myself through endless regret every day. Just know that every thing we did was real and that I’m glad you have found someone who’s not afraid to love you. Truly. You deserve it but I still-“ Another knock on the door had him wiping his eyes from the tears that were about to form and he watched as you excused yourself to the restroom to get yourself back together.

The knock on the door was Dave informing him that it was time they go and all he did was nod in response. He quickly got dressed and knocked on the restroom door letting you know you all were about to head out and when he got a broken “Okay” from the other side he wanted to slam his fist against the door. He shouldn’t have said anything at all. He made you upset like he knew he would but he turned and let his back and head rest on the door, looking up at the ceiling as a tear slid down his cheeks, causing a single wet tear droplet to fall onto the floor. This was going to be a long, difficult day for the both of you to say the least.

The endless longing stares and the distance he forced upon the two of you made him go crazy the whole day. If it weren’t for Spencer pulling him out of his mind earlier, the unsub would have gotten away.

The two weeks had dragged by, Aaron began to drink practically every night he didn’t have Jack. For some reason he assumed you would at least text or call him or even talk to him at the office about the last conversation the two of you shared but you didn’t and that’s when he realized he made the right decision by leaving the bureau.

Entering the building on his last day he was welcomed with warm hugs and tears from the team and of course the goodbye cake Penelope had gotten for him. He had gotten to say goodbye to everyone except you, he couldn’t find you for the life of him. “Dave where’s Y/N?”

“She called in sick but she said she left a case for you on your desk.” He nodded in response and headed into his office, it wasn’t a case. It was a letter that lay there with his name written on the envelope in your hand writing. He closed his door, and made his way to his chair taking a deep breath before opening it.

“Aaron. I wanted to say thank you for being such a great man to me. I apologize I couldn’t be there for your last day but just know, I believe you. That it was all real. I knew it was and that’s why I’m wishing you all the success in the world for your new job. You were a pleasure to work with and I think wherever you’re going and whoever you may work with in the future are going to be lucky to have you. You don’t need to respond, just live and be safe please. -Y/N”

He gently folded the letter and tucked it in his pocket. When he picked up and threw the envelope in his trash can he hadn’t noticed the small note that was left in the corner. A small smile formed on his face, accompanied by dimples and the flow of one single tear, once more on his final day. Buckling his suitcase, he said his goodbyes, glancing one last time at the office before leaving.

#Aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #ranaewrites #Aaron hotchner imagine #Criminal minds

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brooooswriting · 1 year

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Situations 2

Situations 1, situations 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Jenna Ortega x reader

The last couple of days have been hard on you and Jenna. You’ve been working constantly, your boss was up your ass the whole time while you tried to please him and keep in contact with Jenna as much as possible.

Jenna was scared to leave her home without anyone, the last couple of days her dad was with her as he was there to visit her but yesterday was his last day. She’s been texting and calling you every chance she had, looking for the comfort only you were able to give her. The whole situation took a big toll on her and her mental health, obvious to everybody.

And to make it worse, someone leaked what happened and videos of the two of you. You found it rather disgusting, how could someone Film all of this instead of helping? Nonetheless, you now had around 50000 follower more and you hated it.

You were sitting at your desk, annoyed, trying to finish your work when your phone next to you rang. Carefully picking up the phone your face lit up when you saw Jenna’s name.

“Good evening darling” you mumbled out as you tried to keep tipping. “Hello y/n/n” she said, you could hear how nervous she was but decided not to ask. She was going to tell you if she wanted you to know. After a beat of silence she spoke up again.

“Are you busy at the moment?” Her voice was quiet and small. “Never to busy for you, what can I do for you?” Your voice was cheerful and happy, sure you were stressed but you’d let everything fall if she needed you. “I haven’t left my house since yesterday and I’d like to go for a walk…” she stopped mid talking as she knew you knew what she was going to ask. “I’ll be there in 15 minutes hun” you said your goodbyes before hanging up.

You stood in front of your closet panicking, you hadn’t seen her again since the accident. Sure, you talked on the phone and over FaceTime but that was different. After changing into around 40 different outfits before deciding for a black skinny jeans and a Bordeaux silk button up with the sleeves slightly rolled up. It was a bit more fancy than what you normally wore but you didn’t want to embarrass her.

Picking up your skateboard you went up the porch to knock on the door. “Y/n” she smiled as she closed the door behind her. “Hello darling” she gave you a quick hug as you bent down to kiss her cheek. “Ready for a walk?” Walking down the stairs with her you playfully bumped your shoulder into hers.

“Sooo, how was work?” She carefully asked, unsure of what to say as this was completely different. You gave each other a quick look before laughing, you guys hated small talk it was something you learned about the other rather quickly. “I love it when you try to make small talk” you grinned causing her to gasp and lightly hit your shoulder.

After another moment of silence you decided to move past the small talk. “So how are you? I mean like actually with you know everything that happened.” She sighed lowering her head to look at her feet. “I’m getting there. As you can see I’m still not ready to go out alone but you know” while the actress was embarrassed of her behavior you were pretty proud. “You’re doing great. No discussion!”

After that there was silence again, a comfortable one. The sun was slowly setting, you and Jenna walking into the sun set. It was pretty dark by now, the silence was broken every now and then by random questions and discussions. But all in all it was going well, she was relaxed and seemed happy.

That was until a man, pretty drunk, walked towards you. He was babbling, stumbling towards Jenna who quickly panicked. You made out words like “Jenna Ortega”, “photo” and “hot”. Best guess you had was that he recognized her and just wanted a picture, but in the brunettes state that was a clear no.

So you pulled your sunglasses down so they covered your face before putting down your skateboard and stepping in front of her, your arm shielding her. “I’m sorry sir, but I have to ask you step away” your voice didn’t leave any room for him to argue so he grumbled before walking away.

Before you turned around to face the trembling girl behind you you saw several people filming and taking pictures with her phones and cameras. Shaking your head you turned around to see some tears stream down her face. “Come on, let’s get away from here” you mumbled to her. “Is it okay if I wrap my arm around you? There are cameras on us” you informed her. While you didn’t get a verbal one, you got a physical one. She threw herself into your arms which gave you an opportunity to pull her away, pushing your board with one of your feet.

You pulled the girl along until you were away from prying eyes. “Are you okay sweetheart?” By now her tears had stopped flowing and her breath was slightly normal. “Yeah, I’m sorry for the way I threw myself at you” she mumbled. You leaned down to kiss her head “no need to say sorry! You’re alright, he didn’t do anything, I guess he just wanted a picture with you” you explained stroking her back softly.

After another minute you spoke up again. “Let’s get you home alright?” She nodded hesitantly parting from you and making her way down the street. You caught up to her holding out your hand, she immediately grabbed your hand finding comfort in it.

Jenna was fascinated by you, the feeling of safety that you gave her was incredible. The way you hugged her after the guy came made her feel so warm inside.

“Ever rode a skateboard?” You randomly asked her as you looked at the board in your hand. “No, not really why?” Her voice was still slightly shaking but better than before. You let the board glide to the ground signaling her to get on it. “Are you crazy?” She laughed causing you to smile too. “No, come on. I’ll hold you” you promised which seems to do the job as she carefully put on of her feet onto the board. Before she lifted her other foot you carefully grabbed her hips to stabilize her. A faint blush coating her cheeks when she realized where your hands were.

Turns out Jenna had a pretty great balance but still struggled to move the board on her own, so you pushed her by the hips for the rest of the way.

The actress was surprised when you arrived at her home, the way back seemed like a maximum of 10 minutes which clearly couldn’t be the case, but you managed to distract her to the point where she didn’t even think about the man anymore.

“Good Night y/n/n” she mumbled as she hugged you goodbye, “good night hun” you smiled as you parted and waited until she closed the door before riding back home.

When you arrived at your apartment you looked at your phone to see yourself tagged in over 100 posts and some articles. One of them immediately catching your eye.

Jenna Ortegas new girlfriend or bodyguard?

Jenna Ortega was seen with the same girl the second time this week. People who saw them said that there was a connection between them that was indescribable. But it also was the second time the girl protected the actress from pushy fans.

So now fans are asking, is this Jenna Ortegas new girlfriend? Or is she just the bodyguard?

#reader insert #brooooswriting #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x y/n #Jenna #Ortega #wednesday x reader

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Heyyyyy, so I got into writing since work hasn't given me time to actually work on my art. It will soon be resolved in a few weeks, then back to posting more often. I am making a comic again and almost done with it so I don't promise projects that won't come.

Enough about me, and let's get to you! This is a thunderstorm comfort I wrote a while back on AO3 and forgot to post it here. My collection is called Nebula Kisses. This one-shot can be seen as platonic or romantic, next one is more on the romance side but still can be platonic if you wish. But so I don't clog your feed, I'll post the next chapter tomorrow or later but within the week!

I also apologize for the weird formatting, this was written on my phone during the time so I don't have the fancy indents or proper grammar check.

Thank you for sticking around with my inconsistencies, I wish I had more time.

So much love,

Nexi

Breath |Sun/Moon x Scared!Reader|

[Power had gone out, leaving Sun and Moon to look for you in the dark. However, you are absolutely horrified of thunderstorms.]

The daycare was lit up during the town wide blackout. The rumbling generators along with the constant loop of the daycare music, Sunnydrop was busy awaiting got his favorite visitor. Who might that be, well none other than the security guard who is ordered to look out for the lobby, green rooms, and of course, the daycare. Y/N is what they call themselves, which Sunny really liked that when they mentioned it to him, he walked around repeating it like a song.

But they were late, a half hour late. He taps his foot impatiently, he checks the attendance and sees that they did clock in. What were they doing? Did they get lost? It's impossible to miss his big daycare! Surely you didn't forget either, his lovely face was everywhere, that had to remind you to check on him.

A quiet rumble of the storm outside rang through the building. According to the weather, it was going to be a rough and long storm ahead. Heard it was going to last until morning.

Sun, getting impatient, decided to look for them himself. Feeling confident, he takes his long strides to the daycare door, his hand reaching for the door knob. He felt himself pause for just a moment. He hasn't really left daycare, not that he can't leave, but it was risky. Last time he left was to take care of that rulebreaker and set up some banned signs around Kids Cove, but that was the furthest he went in a very long time. Sun was still very angry about it, but it did reopen the daycare after Freddy left. So maybe he should forgive him? Nah, he needs to apologize first.

Sun shakes his head, he was getting off track. He opens the daycare door, mind back on his mission. To find his Starshine. He takes his long strides, making sure to stay near the light and flashing signs. The easy part was now over as he got to the entrance door that faced the slide back into his daycare.

As soon as he opened the door with great confidence, he saw that is was pitch black. Maybe his friend did get lost, with this darkness and no flashlight, it would be nearly impossible to find him! Not taking into consideration of muscle and location memory. He felt Moon stirring from inside.

“Moon, sorry to wake you up from your nap. Our dear friend is missing and I had hope to do it myself! But uh... Looks like I can't do much.” He spoke aloud. Silence rang through his head, awaiting for his alter ego to speak.

Moon was recently having a fit, and not talking. This happened since Eclipse disappeared into the arcade cabinet when he was playing that discount floppy bird game. Moon had tried to get him out by playing the game, but something happened to him too. He became mostly unresponsive, giving out short phrases or sentences.

Sun would hear his alter giggle, which relieved Sun that Moon was at least in a good mood. Sun takes in a false breath of courage and walked into the dark. If he could close his eyes, he would've. The familiar pain in his face shocked through him, making him grab at it. He feels his rays click into his head on at a time, unlocking his chest compartment which his infamous hat was held in. It started from his fingers, the oranges and silver turned to white and blue.

Sun felt himself pull back and release control. He now stood outside and watched Moon take his hat and place it up on his head. Moon crouched down and stretches his legs, then start crawling on the floor towards the wall. Sun, not wanting to be alone, would do his best to follow.

“Little Star has gone missing.” Is what Moon would say before climbing up the wall and opening a vent to crawl through. He started to giggle and cackle, it echoing through the building and alerting that Moon was out early. The glamrocks retreating to their green rooms as to not go to parts and services.

*×*×*×*×*×*

You had entered the building on time, rarely ever late. Today has been storming hard, the rain pattering hard on the glass of the lobby entrance. Things were up and normal, doing your normal tasks. Checked stock, picked up any lost and found items to either throw away or await for the owner to come in the next day to pick it up. As you head into lost and found, that was when you heard it. It started as a small rumble before the sky roared a building shaking thunder, knocking the power out.

You have always been afraid of thunder since you were young. Not that you could explain it to anyone without the fear of being made fun of for a childish fear. It wasn't childish to you, it was real, the sense of dread and fear that paralyzed you proved it. You drop to the floor, staying as close to the ground as you could. If you could just find your flashlight, you had to crawl around a bit to then heard another rumble.

It took your breath away, your hands shaking as you retrieve the flashlight. Trying to find some solace in the light, you put your thumb on the switch and pushed up. Click. Click-click. Nothing. The flashlight, so cheap that it doesn't even last a hour with full charge, was dead and the charging stations were down. You were in the dark, the loud storm rattling the outside shutter doors, making it very loud and overwhelming.

You grab a blanket from the shelf and put it over you and your head. It just felt safer when surrounded by the soft fabric. Peaking through the opening, you hesitantly get on your feet again. You still had a job to do, but it was going to be slower. You would like your paycheck still and you knew how stingy the company was, taking your panic and finding a way to no pay you.

You would manage to get out of lost and found in the dark. On your way out, a little glow in the dark Monty was resting in a stroller. It must've been left behind but picking it up, it still had its tag and security pin. Rather, someone tried to steal it. It did produce light, enough to get around at least. However, these toys don't glow in the dark for too long. Got maybe, a solid twenty minutes? It's been dark for five, so fifteen. You did your best to scamper to the green rooms and peak around.

You arrive and you see the famous glamrocks interacting with each other. Monty with Roxy and Chica, heading back towards their respective rooms. Monty had taken over as temporary lead as they remade a new Freddy. They did have to use the scraped Mr. Hippo glamrock to fill the fourth spot. Your train of thought was cut off as another loud crash of thunder rang through the building. You huddle against a corner and put the blanket over your head again.

“Why... Why now... Why can't you come when it was after work...” You mutter as you croutch down and felt tears prick your eyes. Another crash finally made you crack, you try to hold back your tears but they started to stream down your face. All you felt was dread, paralyzing fear that. You wanted to scream in fear but that would reveal your fear. You try to be fearless, not let anything bother you. When you first met Sun and Moon, they were rather surprised that you approached them. You had a fascination with how they acted and looked. It was endearing, when you took the time to watch them and interact that even under their rough attitude and words, they were lonely.

Lonely.

Another crash, you were shaking and on the ground. Hands over your ears and a quiet sobbing from your blanket shell. You were too scared to notice the vent opening and the giggling of a certain jester. One with the Moon rather than the sun. The jester made his round, single red eye darting around to find something. Then he hears the sobbing, unfamiliar to his sensors. Crawling over, he finds the shaking blanket of which the sobbing came from. When he lifted the blanket that was when he saw you. Your glow in the dark Monty plush was almost out of glow, leaving you in almost pure darkness.

Moon was all you saw now, his eye lit up the small space. He tilts his head in confusion.

“Why is Little Star hiding? No monsters are here, just Moon” He spoke, unsure to react to the crying. You quickly wipe your face and sniffle, putting up your strong front.

“Cause uhh, I was playing a game..?” You made it sound more like a question than an answer. Of course, it was a lie, so Moon leaned closer.

“Then why cry? Liar, liar I hate liars. Speak truth.” Moon wipes a tear from your cheek. But as you go to answer, the loudest crash of thunder lands. It shook the building again, making the lights flicker and power back off. You yelp and cling onto Moon. You try to get as close as you could, fingers slipping a tad just for you to scramble to get your grip. You breathing escalated and felt the verge of hyperventilation. You weren't expecting anything from Moon, never was the touchy one unlike Sun who couldn't stop having tiny touches and bumps.

But you then felt mechanical arms wrap around you. He sat down and pulled you onto his lap, cradling you close to him. He gently rocks back and fourth, winding his broken chest music box. He was taking nap time protocol with some modifications. His broken music box plays a soft tune, though in some places it wobbled.

“Breathe. Deep breaths. It will be okay..” Moon whispers. You try to follow his instructions, still freaking out. Your shaking breath and hiccups try to find a rhythm. Moon rests his blue hand and rubs gently up and down your back. It was slow. “Breathe in..” He whispers, his hand gliding up slowly, helping you follow. You take a shuttering breath in, slow like his hand. It stops, in which you held your breath. “Breathe out...” His hand runs back down and you sigh out. It was then looped

Moon would then carry you, you holding onto him with your legs around his thin waist, him with a arm under you and one on your back to keep the rhythm going. He adjusted the blanket to keep it over your head.

He arrives back to the door of the daycare, avoiding the light, he hooked his arm around the wall to find the light switch to turn off the lights. He finds it and flicks it off, hearing the buzzing electricity stop. He peeks in to make sure and then walks in. He takes the long way around and gets inside the daycare. He would have the fly hook attach to his back and he glides over to his and Sun's tower.

“... Moon..? Why are we here..?” You asked, hearing the rumble again and wincing at the noise. Moon would hold you close as he goes back to crawling. He crawls through a small hole off to the side and see that it was a small hiding place. There was boxes, drawings, a mattress with a few pillows. There was also an arcade cabinet in the corner with the screen busted.

“Hide away, storm won't follow here.. Safe here..” He crawls onto the mattress and lays you next to him. The rumbles of the storms were dampened, making it barely audible. With the help of Moon's music box as well, he pets your head.

“... Thank you.” You mumble out, only for Moon respond with a fake click of his tongue. He giggled a bit and curled up around you, his legs are under yours, making you rest yours on top of his. You both cuddle up under the blanket, Moon rubbing your back to keep the deep breath rhythm.

A very loud roar of the sky fills the room, and you both tense up and huddle. A few more tears fall and Moon quickly wipes them away. It was the first time you would ever see Moon have a slight shake in his hand. He was afraid too, of thunder and storms. He was able to repress his fear as his tip top priority was to make sure you were okay first. But he felt as if he needed to keep up this false confidence that you could remain calm.

You mimic his movements, running your hand on his back in a soothing motion.

“Breathe...” You both say at the same time. You get as close as you two could and comforted each other. Moon pecks the top of your head. He felt safe with you, and you felt safe with him. For someone as reclusive as Moon, this was a good bonding experience that neither of you would forget.

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denziezwhattfuck · 1 year

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141 and Los Vaqueros + Konig with a M!Reader who's really talented and can pretty much do anything

When Price invited you to the team he knew you were gonna be a great asset to the team, Price saw your files and was stunned, the information in It were you being a professional hacker, professional gymnast, professional martial artist and much more, Price's jaw dropped he saw the number in the file that said It was yours, he immediately made a phone call with the number, though your face was still unknown so he doesnt really know what you look like he only knows what you're good at and you're pretty much good at anything, your phone rang on your desk as you were drawing on It, you raised an eyebrow as you grabbed the phone to see who called you, well ofcourse It said "Unknown caller" but you werent scared od anything you know you can handle anything quick, "Hello?" You said as you stood up then leaned down a little to your desk, "Hello! Good afternoon Sir (Y/N), we would like you to join our military group. Task force 141! I've seen your file and I am really impressed by your skills, you'd be a great addition to the team." Price said behind the phone with enthusiasm, you smiled "Would love to! When will I start?" You asked looking down on your drawing as you continued scribbling on It with your tongue outside slightly shown, "Later, kind sir. We'll send in someone to get you If you want?" He asks in a calming tone, well you didnt really know where the base was so you said yes, "Please wait for someone to come by at any given moment. Cant wait to meet you (Y/N)." Price said as he stops the call, you put down the phone as you heard a beep continuing on drawing,

A few minutes later

You heard a knock on your door, you know It was someone whose gonna pick you up and drop you to 141's base, "Hello! Captain Price told me to pick you up, are you ready to go?" You nodded in response, "Alright, come with me." He then walked away from your doorstep going towards the car, you then followed them, he opens the car door from the back gesturing you to come In nicely, you smiled and came in, the soldier then closed the door beside you buckling your seatbelt dusting the shirt you were wearing, "Let's go shall we?" He said looking from behind to see you, you gave him a smile and nodded, the car then revved starting the vehicle as he presses down with his feet to start moving.

Part 2 coming later!

Ill be cutting these in lots of parts due to tumblr so please bare with me

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honeypiehotchner · 8 months

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Devil's Backbone (Unsub!Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- part fifteen

On the shorter side because we're starting to wind down 🫣🫣

Warnings: just fuckin' sad man; more show-typical violence descriptions

Fifteen: Haven't I given enough? -- "Gilded Lily" by Cults

You tossed and turned on your couch. Your bed felt too soft, and you were tired of lying in it, so you drug yourself to the living room two hours ago.

There were no new leads with Hotch. It had been two days. You were sleeping on the couch in Rossi’s office, until he had enough of it and sent you home. Morgan threatened to come with you, but you insisted you were fine.

You didn’t want any of them to see you like this. So conflicted. So torn, when you shouldn’t be.

You wanted to talk some sort of sense into him. You had no idea why, but you felt like you could do it. You saw the way his face softened when he told you to leave it alone. You saw the sincerity when he said he didn’t want to hurt you. You saw it. You knew you could make it return, if only you could talk to him again.

The issue was that you had no way of reaching him. Garcia checked his cellphone, and he left it at his apartment. As you thought he did. You had no way to reach him. Unless he reached you. But he wouldn’t. You knew he wouldn’t dare.

Your phone rang at that moment, and scared the shit out of you.

“Hello?”

“Newman is dead,” Rossi answered, skipping all pleasantries.

You sat straight up on the couch. “What?”

“I’m on my way to get you,” Rossi said. “They’re holding the scene for us.”

“Okay,” you scrambled off the couch. “How close are you?”

“Ten minutes.”

“Make it five,” you replied, hanging up the call.

You flew around your apartment, shoving extra clothes into your go bag. You had no idea what was left in there or what you even put in there then, but you didn’t have time to check. You stuck your feet into boots and grabbed a jacket. You were waiting downstairs for Rossi when he pulled up six minutes later.

You barely buckled before Rossi took off toward the airport. “Where was he?”

“Kentucky. Outside Bowling Green.”

So Hotch was closer than you thought. “How was he killed?”

“He was stabbed,” Rossi answered, keeping his eyes on the road, his expression hard to read aside from terror and disappointment. “Repeatedly in the abdomen. Then shot in the head.”

“Like Foyet.” You exhaled. “What the hell is he doing?”

+++

Aaron was fucked and he knew it. He killed the unsub with a knife this time, but not before the unsub landed hits on him. Aaron’s blood was all over the place. Where his ended and the unsub’s began was impossible to tell.

911 was called almost immediately by a nosy neighbor. Aaron watched them from their front yard, pointing across at the unsub’s house, then at Aaron as he ran down the street, back to his car. With his FBI vest on.

It was a nightmare.

Taking care of the unsub was the bigger nightmare. He fought harder than Aaron anticipated, attempted to attack Aaron with a knife of his own, and it was a blur of fists until Aaron had him pinned to the floor.

“Where’s Jack?” he had screamed. He lost himself in that moment. It was Foyet beneath him. Haley was upstairs. Jack was nowhere to be found in this world. Until he was. Until the unsub was no longer moving and Aaron realized what he had done. Again.

It didn’t matter. He had one left. One more, then he was done. Then he had to be done, because they were looking for him now.

He heard nothing on the radio, saw nothing on the news, but knew there wouldn’t be. JJ would be working hard to keep it under wraps, to keep the media from going on a frenzy.

They knew where he was. He was certain of it. But it didn’t matter, not as long as he got the last one.

+++

“I cannot go in there,” you said, shaking your head outside Danny Newman’s house. You had planned to go in and handle things, but your feet refused to move past the sidewalk.

With what Rossi told you, you knew you couldn’t look at the scene. The blood. Newman’s mutilated body. You were barely sleeping as it was. It would only make it worse.

“Alright,” Morgan nodded. “Let’s go to the precinct then.”

“Are we seriously setting up here?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. This was ridiculous. “We don’t have time, we need to be out here—”

“Get your butt in the car and stop arguing,” Morgan pointed back to the SUV. “Rossi can handle it here with Reid and Emily. JJ, you coming with us?”

“Yeah, let’s go,” she said, tugging on your arm gently, but enough that you started walking. “Come on.”

They coaxed you into the car and over to the precinct. JJ handled the set up with the sheriff while Morgan pulled you into the conference room and sat you down, shutting the door for more privacy.

Morgan pulled up a chair and sat down across from you, giving you his usual brotherly look of concern. You hated it.

“We need to talk.”

“Derek,” you exhaled, ready to push yourself up and out of this chair. “I’m seriously not in the mood—”

“Tough,” he replied firmly, glaring at you to stay put, but the worry bled through. “Hey. Seriously. I’m worried about you. You look like you’ve been through hell.”

You scoffed. “Well. Thanks.”

“You know what I mean,” he chided. “Listen to me. If you need to sit this out, you need to say that.”

You snapped your gaze to his. “I’m not sitting this one out. I have to find him.”

“You can’t help him.” Morgan leaned forward, watching you closely. “Listen to me. Nothing that we can do can help him. I don’t want to believe it either, but come on, Y/N. We can catch him, and we can figure out where to go from there, but nothing you can do will help him.”

“I have to try.”

“You’ll kill yourself trying,” Morgan countered, words caught on the lump in his throat. “Or you’ll get yourself killed. You don’t think he won’t take a swing at you if you get in his way? Look at how many bodies he’s left behind.”

That hurt, and it shouldn’t have. You knew he was right, but you refused to believe it. You refused to stop trying. You had to hold onto who Aaron was before. That was the only way you were going to make it through this.

“He wouldn’t,” you protested. You weren't sure how much you even believed yourself. “He won’t.”

“I never thought he’d go down this road,” Morgan said, looking just as pained as you felt. “And look at where he is. I don’t want to speculate on what he would or wouldn’t do at this point. Because we don’t know.”

But you thought you knew. You were sure of it. “I know he’s still in there, Derek. I have to try to get to him.”

“I know. I know you do,” he said, reaching out to rest his hand on your arm. “We’ll be right here with you. Whatever happens.”

You nodded slowly. You knew what you wanted to happen. And you knew how impossible it was.

+++

The team stayed overnight in Bowling Green, needing to take more time to get themselves and their next steps together. Aaron couldn’t be far, so they needed to stay as close to him as possible.

That wouldn’t be hard.

What was hard was going against your heart and informing the team that Aaron had called you. You thought you were dreaming when his name came across your screen, but when you answered, he was there. It was his voice. His voice, asking you to meet him somewhere close by to talk.

You wanted more than anything to take one of the SUVs and go on your own. You wanted to go against the team’s wishes and handle it yourself. But Morgan’s words echoed in your head, and that was how you showed up outside his hotel room, teary-eyed, begging for help, asking what the hell you were supposed to do.

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creedslove · 1 year

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Hey, can I have a story like this: The reader's dog, whose name is Mando or Grogu, runs away (maybe during a thunderstorm). Fortunately, the dog has a collar with an address and phone number. Pedro is the one who finds the dog and phone calls to the reader. And they meet when he returns dog to her. Of course the reader is grateful so he invites Pedro to dinner and he agrees!

Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Warnings: none, just fluff

A/N: this is short and sweet and also kinda silly. I wasn't going to write anything as I'm sick but I figured I would feel better if I spread some Pedro love 💕

You checked your phone each passing second in hopes to see if someone had any news of your puppy. Your sweet little Mando had been missing for more than twelve hours and your heart was shattered.

Ever since that stupid thunderstorm the night before, your lovely stray pup had run away in fear as the loud thunder noises were too much for his small sensitive ears and when he found just the tiniest gap in the fence after you forgot the door half open, he was gone.

Luckily to you, Mando had a collar with all the information someone with good intentions could contact you but you were truly worried about someone who didn't have good intentions… you tried avoiding these thoughts but at the same time they kept intruding. Your dog was so cute, you worried someone would also think your dog was cute to the point of keeping it to themselves.

It was mid afternoon when your phone finally rang and you answered in a heartbeat.

The relief you felt washed over you like a crashing wave when the male voice announced he'd found your puppy. He suggested a bakery some blocks away from your place and you arrived there in less than fifteen minutes.

You looked all over for your puppy and the moment you heard his small barks you rushed to him, thankful to know your puppy was alright.

"Mando!!!!" You squealed and saw when he jumped off the man's lap and ran to you, sniffing you all over and scratching your legs softly wanting all the petting in the world.

You picked him up and giggled, scratching under his ears and chin seeing how he wiggled his tail. You checked on him to make sure Mando was alright and finally took a look at the man who had your dog. Your smile died as you noticed who he was.

Pedro had a soft smile on his face and took off his sunglasses.

"So… Mando?" He asked finding it amusing how your cheeks took a crimson shade.

"I-I…" you stuttered feeling so embarrassed and shy at his presence, he was taller than you imagined and he looked stronger too.

And holy shit he was way more handsome in real life than in the picture as if that was even possible.

"I'm sorry, hi… my name's Y/N and you're Pedro… yeah, my puppy's name is Mando, and I obviously like your work, but I swear to God I don't call you daddy on the internet or keep making glittery edits of your pictures'' you blurted out all at once making him laugh.

"It's alright, Y/N… I think Mando is adorable and well, he was very hungry and scared when he showed up in my backyard this morning, so I gave him plenty of water and ran by the store to get him some dog food, I hope it's alright" he said gently and touched your hand, seeing you were nervous at his presence.

You nodded and smiled "sorry Pedro, I know I'm acting weird, I was just not expecting to see you…meet you" you blushed "but it was very nice of you to take care of Mando and return him to me… do you think we could maybe have some coffee or a slice of cake?" You pointed at the bakery entrance and smiled big as he nodded.

"Sure, let's go, Y/N" he placed his hand on the small of your back and walked you inside.

You felt so lucky to have found Mando and Pedro in only one afternoon.

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sxtvrns · 1 year

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publicly romantic

🎶 now playing: in my heart (demo) - grentperez

P: Lee Felix x Fem!Reader

S: He fell first, and he fell hard. When you were on the big screen behind him, he knew he fell for you even more.

W: fluff, drabble because im in my kpop era now, no knowledge of skz at all, short

N: if im being honest guys the only reason i decided to write this was because i got inspired by those fan dance things during their world tour ive only ever listened to case 143 and i apologize if this makes me an outsider but i thought this was cute okay enjoy the content

please interact if you enjoy!

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When your boyfriend said he was going on a world tour, you did not think it was going to last for nearly an entire year. JYP better give them a break after this.

Dating Felix was a handful. He was always busy and his schedule was packed, you both were travelling constantly, having a home in Sydney and in Seoul. With the tour on his hands as well, it didn’t make it any easier. You saw all the edits of him flooding the internet, all of them reminding you of how much you missed your boyfriend.

So when you were told he was going to Australia, and you were conveniently going to be there at the same time as his concert, you had your fingers crossed you could get tickets. You didn’t care if you were in the pit or in the nosebleeds; you were happy to even be in the same room as him for a little while, even if you had to admire him from afar.

You texted him and called him as much as you could. Whenever your phone rang, you always assumed he was on a break or had free time, knowing that it probably meant the rest of the day was full of work. The amount of people that love him reminds you of how lucky you are to have such a handsome guy who seems so out of reach be your boyfriend.

Things weren’t kept secret for long. When you visited Felix one time, he forgot he was live, saying your name and three forbidden words out loud and straight to the camera: I love you. You never showed your face that live, your hand merely waving hello. It wasn’t until you left the room that both of you had realized what he’d done.

You came into his room after he finished his live, putting his phone away. “What the fuck did you do.” You say, more of a statement rather than a question. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to– it just slipped out!”

“If I knew you were going live, I wouldn’t have come. You slip up easily whenever I’m around.”

“That’s because I love you. And that’s also exactly why I didn’t tell you because I wanted to see you.”

You pace around the room, panicking. “JYP’s gonna kill us. He’s gonna kill you. Your fans are gonna come and kill me!”

“He already knows.”

“What do you mean, ‘he knows’?”

“Chan accidentally ran his mouth. If anything, you wouldn’t be in my room right now if JYP forced me to break up with you. He just told me to be careful… and I do. Ever since we started dating, I’ve been careful.” He sighs, setting his phone down and walking up to you. “I’m sorry. I… you can stay here for a few days if you’re too scared to go outside.”

He knew that people could find what you look like and all your other information with a mere search of your name. This wasn’t the same as other people knowing who his sisters were. Him getting into a dating scandal would jeopardize your safety and his group. He didn’t care about his group at the moment, he was scared for you.

“I… I’d like that, actually. I hope you don’t mind.”

“I assume that means you don’t mind sharing a bed? Unless you want me to sleep on the floor.”

“You really think I want you to sleep on the floor after the amount of time we’ve been apart?” Your response makes him smile, pressing a kiss to your forehead and pulling you in for a hug, his hand caressing the top of your head. “I’m really sorry. I know I messed up. And I’m sorry I can’t be there for you all the time.”

“I know. It’s okay. You’re doing your best, and that’s enough. I know you’re working hard and you’re busy. But… I’m hoping we can still try to enjoy ourselves for the time being.”

He pulls away to look at your face, being confused about your sudden switch up.

“Yes, I’m scared, yes, my life is probably going to be in danger at some point, but I did not come to see you just to worry about this and our relationship going public. It’s out there now, and there’s nothing we can do about it. I know I was panicking about it a few seconds ago, but I’ve come to terms that it happened already. I forgive you. And honestly, I’m glad that you’re that comfortable with me to say it in front of thousands of people.”

“I’m sorry–“

“You’ve apologized enough. It’s okay now.” You cut him off, going onto your tip toes to kiss his nose. “Can we order something? I’m hungry.”

“You didn’t think of doing that before my live ended?”

“I was gonna ask you, but I felt I intruded already.”

After that whole fiasco, people found your social media accounts, some of them even following you, flooding your comments with nothing but sentences that had the name Felix in it at least once. You got a few death threats even, but you tried to not let it get to you too much. It made you a bit paranoid, but the more you went out, the more you forgot about them.

Articles were written; Tiktoks and edits took over your feed about the ‘mystery girl’ or ‘Y/N’ behind the camera that gave Felix heart eyes whenever he looked at you. Eventually, they found out what you looked like, and though you were expecting insults, you were instead given compliments.

Pretty, adorable, beautiful… words that made you feel comfortable to be a part of Felix’s life publicly. He never brought it up during conversations or interviews unless another person did, which, he was very cautious with what he was saying.

You had your fair share of hate. It bothered you a little bit, but then remembered the only reason they hated you was that you had something they didn’t: Felix. His love and affection, his admiration and attention. It boosted your ego unhealthily, but you weren’t gonna get all full of yourself over it.

He wasn’t necessarily open about his relationship. He wouldn’t bring up the topic himself; usually someone else would have to. He would answer any questions, but there was always a limit to them. He was all nice about it though, always asking you after if what he said was okay to share with others.

“‘How’s Y/N?’ She’s good. She’s actually visiting, so I hope I’m not too loud.”

“‘How did you two meet?’ She does camerawork and paid us a visit, shadowing someone else. She always came along for a few shoots in a row, but I didn’t want to miss the opportunity so I just asked when no one was looking.”

“You wanna see her? She’s not too comfortable on camera, so I don’t think–“

“Felix, do you want this?”

You look at his tripod set up, then his surprised expression, as if he’d seen a ghost. “What’s wrong? Am I interrupting?”

“Nothing. What is that?”

“It’s a grilled cheese. I put the last of your gochujang in the butter.”

“Ah, thanks, we needed to get rid of it somehow.” You eye the camera. “Your face isn’t showing.” He clarifies, allowing you to walk into frame, letting him take a bite of the sandwich. His eyes light up, enthusiastically nodding. “It’s good!”

“Do you want it? I’ll make another one for myself.” He nods, taking the plate from you. “Thank you!” He says, mouth full as you walk out the door. “Look at this, guys. You guys summoned her, now I get good food.” He bites into it again, visibly enjoying the simple sandwich you made. “I love my girlfriend.”

The clip went viral. It’s now one of Felix’s iconic moments, and the first of your own.

You two were certainly romantic, private and in public. On the occasion you’d post photos of the two of you together, and you were also open about it if you were to do lives together. You weren’t in every live, but he invited you once and it was fun, so you were open to other opportunities.

You kept your hood on, which hid your face a bit well enough on camera.

“Y/N, what are we making?”

“Rose tteokbokki.”

“If you don’t know already, my girlfriend is an amazing cook and she gives me food sometimes during some of my other lives.”

“Then Felix makes brownies after and it’s a full meal.”

He notices your amount of clothing, greater than his. “Why are you wearing your hoodie? Is it not warm?”

“I’m hiding myself, I’m scared.”

“There’s nothing to be afraid of when you’re so pretty.”

“I cannot believe you’re flirting with me in front of over a hundred thousand people.”

“They deserve to know.”

His hand rests atop your head, his fingers gently gripping the hood. You let him take it off, fixing your hair right after. “Isn’t she pretty?” He shows you off to the camera before you hide your face in his chest.

You sat in an innocent little bubble tea shop, scrolling on your phone when you get a call from him unexpectedly. “Hello?” You greet, sipping on your drink. “Y/N, do you wanna come backstage after the concert? Feels like it’s been forever since I’ve last seen you.”

“Probably because it has. Can you really do that?”

“Chan’s parents and siblings are coming, and they’re going backstage, my sisters are coming too.”

“I mean, I’d like to, if it’s possible.”

He chuckles. “I’ll see you there.”

“Love you.”

There’s a brief pause, and you think about hanging up.

“Love you too.” He mutters, ending the call. It wasn’t very ‘professional’ of him to be calling his girlfriend when he should have been out there practicing, but he’s been kept from you long enough. He just couldn’t help himself.

And besides, he’d do anything for you.

As if it were a coincidence, it turned out you were sitting next to Hannah, who greeted you with a hug when she saw you sit down in the seat beside hers. Now you were sitting in your nosebleed seat, eagerly leaning forward to stare at the screen, the sudden random play dance coming on.

From your knowledge, a camera would focus on a certain fan in the audience, mostly in the further back, said fan having to follow one of the boy group’s dances. This would usually come on mid performance, meaning the members would be watching as well.

You’re so engaged staring at the screen, excited to see who’s on next that you don’t realize that it’s you. “Y/N!” Chan says, looking over at Felix. The choreography for God’s Menu begins to play as Hannah forces you up onto your feet, cheering you on.

You hand her your lightstick and place your bag down, forcing yourself to get over it and just do the dance for the few seconds you’re on screen. In your opinion, you did pretty well, judging from the screams that erupted from every inch of the room. You do the ending fairy, leaning against the railing again with a hand under your chin, sending a wink and a flying kiss across the arena. You immediately get shy, hiding your face in Hannah’s shoulder.

“Wow.” Felix starts, feeling Chan pat his back. “That’s my girlfriend, everyone.” He points in your direction, the arena flooded with screams as Felix’s ears and face slowly go red on the screen. You feel your own face heat up as you cover it, Hannah shaking you uncontrollably. “He’s blushing!” Han teases, pointing at your boyfriend’s crimson face. “C’mon, man, say something to her!” Chan says, ushering him closer to the edge of the stage.

“Y/N, I love you!” He holds a finger heart up, sending a flying kiss back to you. Your face goes warm at his bold move, yet you feel pride that he’s comfortable to do that openly in an arena full of his screaming fans. “Don’t cover your smile, you’re beautiful.” The screams somehow get even louder, and you feel as though a million eyes are on you as you wave your lightstick gleefully.

“Aww, so sweet!” Seungmin adds, poking at Felix’s open affection.

“Do you guys wanna know what Felix does? He scrolls through her photos sometimes before practice and he comes back all red. His excuse was that warm up was tough on him.” Chan exposes, though isn’t immediately stopped by his friend. You laugh at the thought, it being heartwarming at the same time.

You wait with Hannah, her parents, and Felix’s family after the concert, seeing Chan walk out first and greet his family, then you. “Felix ‘s coming, just grabbing something.” You nod, letting him reunite with his family for the time being. You smile at his feuding with his sister, feeling a tap on your shoulder.

Felix is standing right behind you with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen, and you practically jump into his arms. “Geez, I’m so sorry, I smell so bad.” His sweat makes your hands cling to him, yet when you look at his face, it made him all the more attractive. Still smelly, but somehow sexy at the same time. He had a towel on his shoulder, wiping his sweat off as best he could. He pulls away to greet his mom and his sisters, taking their pictures for them. You watched in awe how sweet their connection was and how close they were.

You overheard his mom talking to him before they left. “Treat her good, okay? You don’t want to lose her.” Your heart melts, now aware you’ve truly earned his mother’s approval. He walks over to you, stopping to simply admire you, his hand tucking your hair behind your ear.

“My god, you’re beautiful. I’ve missed you so much.” He mutters, the words making you blush and jump onto him for a long awaited kiss. One of those long, cheesy movie kisses was a way to describe it, but who cares if it was cheesy, you finally got to kiss him after months of being away from each other. “Loved your dance, by the way. When’d you get the time to learn that?”

“Circumstances. Figured it’d be best to be prepared.”

“You did fuckin’ amazing, then.” His hand covers his mouth, eyes widened in shock. “I didn’t mean to say that.”

“You aren’t live anymore, it’s fine.”

“Still felt wrong.”

“Do you guys want me to take a picture of you?” Hannah appears out of nowhere, startling you. You nod, handing her your phone, posing for a couple pictures, feeling Felix’s hand on your hip the entire time. “Alright, now kiss!” Hannah says jokingly, Chan shoving her shoulder.

“Seriously–“ You get cut off by Felix’s lips on yours, smiling into the kiss. Hannah eagerly takes photos, even when he pulls away, simply staring into your eyes as if he could see a whole world behind them. “Can you post that?” He asks, his lips curling into a smirk.

“Am I allowed to?”

“I’m the one that asked.”

That was a yes.

When Hannah hands your phone back to you after scrolling through the photos, she says, “You know I was joking, right?” You huff with a smile, staring at the photo of the two of you kissing. “If Felix was given a chance to kiss me, he would do it in a heartbeat, no questions asked.”

missed this goofball <3 love you always and forever, lixie (ps i love ur abs)

YALL R SO CUTE

AWWWW

i want this SO BAD you dont understand

that should be me

SHE IS SO PRETTY

tbh felix same id fold too

HAHAHA CAPTION IS SO REAL

“Have you been doing that for every show?” You ask, Felix running his fingers through your hair. “Doing what?” His eyes dart from your eyes to your lips and back. “Showing your abs. Lifting your shirt up and shit.”

He chuckles, his smile so pure talking about such a suggestive topic. “Yeah, why?”

“You’re telling me if I went to your Korea concert, I would have seen your abs there too?”

“You can see my abs anytime, Y/N.”

“I can?”

“You’re my girlfriend, of course you can.”

“Well, I don’t see you enough to see them that often but–“ When you turn back, his shirt is lifted up, showing them off in the middle of a Sydney sidewalk at an ungodly hour in the morning. You yank his shirt back down, Felix laughing almost too loud. “How indecent of you.”

“If indecent is what it takes to make your face like that, I’ll be it all the time.”

“Shut up.”

“You know you like it.”

“Maybe I do, so what?” You turn your face away from him, feeling his fingers rest under your chin to face you towards him again. “So… show me that you like it.”

“Felix, I am not having sex with you in the middle of the sidewalk at one in the morning.”

“So you’d have sex with me if we weren’t on the sidewalk?”

“I don’t think I can even have sex with you. At all.”

“Who’s stopping us?”

“Your fans. Your company.”

“They don’t have to know.”

“‘lix–“

“I know, I know. I’m just joking. Maybe when this whole idol thing is over.”

“It’ll be a while, then.”

“Hope you’re still in love with me by the time I’m 30.”

“I’ll always be in love with you, ‘lix.”

“Really?” He stops in front of you. “Really.”

“You promise?” He holds out his pinkie finger. You hook your own with his. “Promise.”

And he kisses you. Again, and again, and again.

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i wanna be where you are; feel so close though you’re so far, you’re my girl. 🎧

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rain-lavender-rain · 1 year

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"Please Turn Those Headlights Around"

Bucky x Reader One Shot

Summary: They're both scared of love, but can they find their way back to each other?

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: None, a few cuss words. Angsty with some fluff. Mentions of sex, but very brief and not explicit.

Bucky felt the slight chill in the air against his skin. It was the first sign of waking up. The second sign was the birds already singing their song, even before the sun had hit the horizon. The third? Cold.

Bucky cracked his eyes open, all the memories of the night before flooding back. The sounds of a symphony falling from your lips with his melody filling the open spaces of the tune brought a warmth that couldn't be reproduced without something specific. That specific thing was you.

His eyes opened fully, blinking away the sleep, but you weren't next to him. That's why he was cold. The chill was brought from the loss of you. He knew you were an early riser, but usually not this early. Using heightened senses, there was no sign of you. Quickly sitting up in bed, he glanced at the bedside table, and his fingers brushed across the cursive handwriting on the note that was left.

"I'm sorry."

Sorry for what? Was it something he did? Was it something he said? Bucky was at a loss.

His mind focused in on what was going on in the tower. Footsteps. Listening closer, he realized it wasn't yours. They had to be Steve's. Louder, but gentle, and more pronounced. So, quicky putting on some clothes, he got up to see his friend in the kitchen.

"Hey Buck... you okay?" Steve asked, turning around from making his coffee.

"Have you seen Y/N?" Bucky asked frantically.

"Uh, no?" Steve replied, his brow furrowing in concern. "You okay?"

Bucky sighed in response.

"I think I messed up Steve."

The blonde was still a bit confused, but a few pieces were starting to come together. He spotted the small bruise on the brunettes neck, the messy hair, the wild and dejected look in Bucky's eye and question about where y/n was all gave him a few clues.

"You're going to have to give me more than that. What do you think you messed up?" The blonde continued, grabbing his brewed coffee.

Bucky wasn't even sure how to start and he ran his fingers through his hair.

"Y/N, we- well, we slept together." he muttered.

Steve tried not to choke on his drink. His suspicions were confirmed. It's not that he was surprised per-say, in fact he saw all the unspoken strokes of flaming gentleness and love between the two of you. But, still he never thought you two would admit it to each other, or go further than the quiet touches, the glances, and unspoken romantic tension. Sam was always the one trying to push Bucky and Y/N together, whereas Steve sort of just silently supported it without being pushy.

Instead of making Bucky annoyed, he raised an eyebrow letting him know to continue.

"I think I messed up. She wasn't there when I woke up, and all she left was a note that said "I'm sorry." I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

Steve was about to respond when Sam walked in from his morning run, hearing part of the conversation on the way to grab himself a cup of coffee.

"Lemme guess. Y'all had a moment or something and now she's gone?" Sam asked, seeming quite unbothered.

Both Steve and Bucky turned their heads to stare at the other man with confusion and surprise written upon their faces.

Sam sighed when no one answered the question.

"Oh come on. First off, I know how she ticks. We've been friends for a while. Second, I know her tendencies."

Steve's phone rang and he gave Bucky a look with a squeeze on the shoulder.

"I'm sure everything will be fine, Buck. Call if you need anything." He said before leaving the room.

Bucky stayed silent once again, looking to Sam to say something helpful. All that Sam did was shake his head, taking a sip of coffee before speaking up again.

"I've been around long enough to know both of you are runners."

"Runners?"

"Yes. How do I put this nicely? You two are impossible by the way. You both like to run away when feelings really start to be stirred. You avoid it at all costs because you're trying to not only protect yourself, but the other person. You're scared of intimacy, of vulnerability. So, at the first sign of it, you run. I mean you two have never addressed whatever there is between you, but the whole "thing" from last night? That was probably her moment of realization that her feelings were deeper than that of a friendship, Bucky."

Bucky just stared in complete and utter disbelief with eyebrows furrowed. Sam was right, but that didn't mean Bucky liked it.

"I'm actually surprised that she was the one who ran first." He murmured.

Bucky rolled his eyes, annoyed with Sam already.

"So, where is she?"

Sam shook his head again.

"Where does she normally go when she wants to hide from the world?" Sam answered, walking out of the kitchen.

"Wait- Sam!"

"You know where Y/N goes. But one piece of advice, don't fuck it up Barnes." He said.

A lightbulb went off in Bucky's head.

"The cabin." He whispered under his breath, before breaking out into a full on sprint to get his motorcycle. The ride that should have taken 45 minutes, took closer to 30 as he sped recklessly to where he knew Y/N would be.

As soon as turned off the bike, his feet carried him quickly towards the door, which suddenly opened.

"I'm sorry, Bucky. I'm so sorry."

The man stopped in front of Y/N, his heart wanting to flood her with his love. The gates were shut for the moment, trying to redirect the bursting love away from the city, but soon enough, the flood doors would either open, or the water would seep over the top of the wall.

"Doll, stop apologizing. It's okay." His hands wanted to reach out to cradle your face, but Bucky had to stop himself for the moment.

"No, it's not. It's not okay because- because I can't tell you how I feel. I can't say those words out loud." Your voice was cracking, the dam starting to be weakened by the flood of love in just his eyes alone.

"Y/N, it's okay. I understand." Bucky replied, trying his best to calm you.

Your voice raised with emotion. "But it's not okay, Bucky! It's not okay because I didn't see it- I didn't realize it until it was too late. And now you're going to be hurt because of me, and that's exactly what I never wanted to happen... and I can't tell you because then it makes it real and that's..." the tone of your voice lowered with sorrow and pain before you finished your sentence.

"It's terrifying."

Your eyes turned down towards the weathered wooden panels of the porch.

He gently grabbed your hands, allowing you to pull away if you wanted. Bucky was relieved you didn't.

"If there's one thing you taught me, Y/N, its that I deserve to be loved. But, so do you. And how lucky am I? How lucky am I that I get to be loved by you in any form?"

Your eyes met his in a soft allowance of vulnerability. You were met with nothing but love and understanding. It was starting to seep through the cracks in the gates of the flood wall.

"Sam, as much as he's a pain in my ass, is perceptive and he told me some things that made me think. We're the same Y/N. We run at the first sign of love because we believe its dangerous. As soon as we love in that way, we believe we will end up getting hurt, and so will the other person that we're in love with. Our views and perceptions of love aren't the same, but similar. I know it will take us both some time, and you don't have to feel the exact same way right now, but I need you to know something Y/N."

He tipped your chin to meet his eyes again and gently ran his thumb over your fingers as he held your hands.

"It terrifies me, too. But there is no one I would trust more than you with my heart. Y/N, doll. I am willing to work with you, to always be patient, to never push you, to listen, to meet you halfway, because even if I run, I know I'll run back to you."

You were silent for a moment before his name tumbled from your lips in a whisper.

The flood gates began to open on their own accord as love rushed in. Fate sealed the lovers together in a chorus filled with gentle passion. Fate knew they would fight to return to the holder of each others heart.

Y/N's hands left the soldiers and travelled towards his face in a delicate caress. Their lips met and tears traveled down the slopes of their cheeks. It was the final stamp in a promise to meet each other half way, as love rushed in to both of their hearts in a tender embrace.

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yns-world · 1 year

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art imitates life, life imitates art

part ii of the euphoria au!outer banks series

part i part iii part iv

title: art imitates life, life imitates art

pairing: euphoria au!rafe cameron x reader

summary: lexi's interpretation of your relationship with rafe was very...interesting.

words: 2.3k (this is the first long fic i've written in literal years...i'm not even exaggerating either 💀)

warnings: toxic relationship, slight dv, mentions of murder, attempted murder, rafe cameron as his own warning, euphoria craziness

a/n: it makes my heart overflow with so much love and appreciation when i saw everyone's reactions to the first part of euphoria au!rafe 😭😭 i can die a happy woman knowing that someone said that i wrote rafe in a canon way 🕊️

fem reader, racially ambiguous, any size reader

italics = scenes in the play

Y/C/N = Your Character Name

R/C/N = Rafe’s Character Name

Lexi peeked behind the curtain, astonished at the full auditorium. She still couldn’t believe the number of people who showed up. Seated near the front was Maddy and her gang. While Cassie and Nate sat further away in the middle. Rafe and Y/N sat a few rows behind Cassie and Nate.

Lexi walked on stage, her nervous jitters noticeable but she still kept a smile on her face.

“Our Life is a lot more complicated than adults would make it seem. We’re going through our most important developmental years, this is the time where our personalities shift and form. This is also a time where we experience our most memorable relationships.”

Actors that represented Maddy, Cassie, and Y/N entered the stage, laughing and walking in sync.

“Is that supposed to be us?” Maddy scrunched her face in confusion. “I don’t even look like that.”

Lexi continued her narration.

“During these fleeting high school moments, we solidify friendships and create new ones.”

While the three girls are talking in the prop hallway, a tall, blonde actor treaded on the stage, making an exaggeration of biting his nails. He kept his gaze down and bumped into Y/N’s character.

“The girls swore that they would never let a boy come between them, but it seemed as though Y/C/N had other plans. It’s almost as if her plan all along was to let a boy come in between her and everyone else.”

Maddy’s and Cassie’s characters were visibly heartbroken and betrayed as Y/C/N gazed lovingly up at Rafe’s character, not paying her friends a second glance.

Cassie turned her head to glimpse at Y/N but Y/N kept her eyes glued to the stage.

“But was the relationship worth it? Y/C/N cut off her friends to have more freedom with her new boy toy-- or so she thought.”

The backdrop changed to a classroom and Y/C/N’s phone rang and rang until she finally picked it up and put it on speaker.

“Where the fuck are you?! I’ve texted you 57 times! Why aren’t you answering me?!” R/C/N spat accusations left and right, but Y/C/N just rolled her eyes before hanging up mid-sentence.

A couple chuckles were heard in the audience, some even from Cassie, and Rafe visibly tensed. His jaw was clenched and his grip around Y/N’s hand was tighter, almost to a point where it hurt.

“You call it love, but I call it Stockholm syndrome. You’re not the sweet, innocent angel that everyone believes you are. Sometimes I think R/C/N could’ve been normal if he hadn’t met you.”

The scene switched to Y/C/N’s room, where Y/C/N and R/C/N were in the middle of another fight.

“WHY CAN’T YOU OPEN YOUR FUCKING EYES?!? ALL THE GUYS SEE YOU AS A SLUT.”

“You’re so fucking crazy R/C/N! I wasn’t even flirting with him! And don’t you EVER call me a fucking slut, you psychotic piece of shit!” Y/C/N jabbed her finger in R/C/N’s face with each word. R/C/N tried to smack her hand away but Y/C/N reacted quicker and slapped him across the face.

The scene went silent and the actors remained in their places. R/C/N’s hair fell over his face, covering his expression. Y/C/N didn’t move an inch.

A hush fell over the audience. Some dared to sneak a glance at Rafe and Y/N but one look at Rafe’s fuming face scared them back into place.

“This is absolute bullshit. This is what she fucking invites us to? She’s supposed to be your fucking friend.” Rafe started his heated rant and Y/N knew all too well what came afterwards.

“Shh baby, it’s okay. She doesn’t know what she’s talking about. She never had a boyfriend before, what would she know?” Y/N brought Rafe’s hand to her lips and planted a reassuring kiss on his knuckles. She then reached her hand behind his head and began massaging his scalp to ground him.

After a few beats of stillness, Y/C/N broke out of her daze and carefully approached R/C/N.

“I’m sorry, baby. I was scared.” Her voice was soft and calculated.

R/C/N slowly raised his head to look at her and was frozen to his spot. He didn’t try to move when Y/C/N brought her hand to rest on his red cheek, the same hand that hit him.

If anything, he leaned into her touch and closed his eyes.

“Puppy Love” by Paul Anka started playing in the background.

They called it puppy love

Oh, I guess they’ll never know

How a young heart really feels

And why I love her so

Silent tears rolled down R/C/N’s face.

I cry each night

My tears for you

My tears are all in vain

“You made me hate myself. Sometimes I wish I would’ve just dated myself.” R/C/N whispered, his voice thick with tears. He still leaned into Y/C/N’s hand.

Y/C/N wiped his tears with her free hand and leaned up to plant her lips on his. The light focuses on them as their kiss lasts for a few moments, before the entire stage goes black.

The audience is quiet, still trying to process what they just saw. Y/N glimpsed at Rafe out of the corner of her eye and his gaze was focused on the floor. Tears stung in the corners of his eyes but he was quick to wipe them away; but not quick enough for Y/N to notice.

“Rafe….” For the first time, Y/N didn’t know how to comfort him. She had no words to offer him. She retracted her hands off him and placed them in her lap; she was scared to touch him, to break him further.

This isn’t who she was, right? This is just a show of theatrics. None of this was real.

Various degrees of self-awareness, disgust, and sadness flashed across Y/N’s face in a matter of seconds until she wore a common face of fury.

“That Lexi bitch had no right to make a play about real people, she didn’t even fucking ask.” Y/N thought. “She has no fucking clue what the fuck she’s talking about.”

Just as Y/N was about to get up from her seat, Rafe grabs her wrist and pulls her back down.

Rafe applied more and more pressure onto Y/N’s wrist as the seconds passed. The two were dead silent, staring back at their reflections on stage.

Is this how the world saw them? Was this really them?

Maybe out of ignorance, or maybe out of pure denial, the couple was glued in place, unable to move a single muscle. But their rage was a silent one, a terrible storm waiting for the perfect time to strike.

The lights return back on stage, this time lighting up Lexi who stood on a prop football field.

“R/C/N and Y/C/N certainly had an unusual form of love. It was a deadly love, a love that could kill you if you weren’t too careful. Interestingly enough, no matter how much R/C/N showed his devotion, it was never enough for Y/C/N. She was always looking elsewhere.”

The light shined over Y/C/N flirting with some random football player. They cracked jokes and Y/C/N laughed a little too loud and a little too hard. She threw her head back and placed her hand on his firm bicep.

“God, you’re so funny! I never knew you were such a jokester.” The football player reveled in the attention, getting high off her compliments.

Simultaneously, a light shined above Lexi, who stood on the other side of the stage, by the fake bleachers. Next to her was a furious R/C/N, who had a brick in his hand.

A heavy blanket of silence fell on the audience, a silence so loud that you could hear the actors breathing into their mics.

Everyone knew what this event was referring to, but no one dared to speak a word of it.

Instead of the usual anger that Rafe wore throughout the entire play, a cheshire-worthy smirk graced Rafe’s lips, a low chuckle erupting from his throat as he waited for what's next.

He locked eyes with Lexi, daring her to say the next words.

Lexi was about to fold under his scorching stare, a stare that only saw red-- but she had a show to run.

The show must go on.

Lexi cleared her throat, and spoke each word while maintaining full eye contact with Rafe.

“Nature versus nurture, a debate as old as time. In this case, was R/C/N always this crazy or did Y/CN create this monster? Was R/C/N born this way or did she groom a killer?”

As soon as that last word left her mouth, Rafe was already out of his seat and half-way down the aisle before anyone else could react.

“Y/N, put a fucking leash on your mutt!” Maddy jeered.

Initially, Y/N was going to try and stop Rafe but Maddy’s comment put a halt on that plan. Instead of trying to put a lid on the atomic bomb that is her boyfriend, she let him roam free. Rafe always was her greatest weapon.

“What good did leashing your boyfriend do for you? Oh wait,” Y/N laughed, turning to Cassie. “You lost your boyfriend to your best friend.”

“Let me at this whore!” Maddy struggled against her friend’s restraint.

While Maddy, Cassie, and Y/N were thrashing it out in the seats, Rafe was already on stage and cornering Lexi.

“You think you’re real smart, huh?” Rafe wrapped his hand around her throat and pushed her against the wall. He brought his mouth to the side of her head and whispered in her ear. “Do you wanna know how I killed that son of a bitch?”

Lexi’s eyes were turning red due to a lack of oxygen, and her attempts to claw at his hand were futile.

“I had him in my hands, just like this.” Rafe applied more pressure to her throat. “I squeezed until his eyes popped out of his sockets.”

But before he could go in for the final kill, Nate pushed Rafe off of Lexi, who collapsed onto the floor and tried to catch her breath.

“You’re a real fucking pussy, Cameron. You’re nothing but Y/N’s bitch.”

Rafe shoved Nate back.

“At least I’m not fucking the whole school. Who knows what kind of STDs you got?”

That was all it took to rile Nate up. The two boys threw punches that rang through the entire auditorium-- everything was audible, the fist-to-face contact, the cracking of jaws.

While the boys were breaking each other’s bones and the girls were clawing each other’s faces off, the police were called and arrived at the scene. After a few attempts to break up the fighting, all the perpetrators were escorted outside, placed far enough apart and with plenty of enforcement to prevent another altercation.

As the police were taking statements from the witnesses, the main group sat on the curb of the school-- bloody, bruised, and beaten. Each person lost in their own thoughts and regrets until Y/N finally spoke up.

“How did we end up like this? We’re unrecognizable.” Maddy and Cassie remained silent, only sending each other glares.

“It’s all his fucking fault,” Nate gestured at Rafe, who sat a few feet from him. “You should’ve never come to this fucking town.”

“Rafe’s not completely at fault.” Lexi defended. “You still would’ve slept with Cassie regardless if he came to East Highland or not.”

“I don’t want to hear you fucking speak, you sick bitch.” Y/N groaned, holding her head in her hands. The conversation fell into a beat of silence before Cassie spoke up.

“In a sick way, this is like a bonding moment for us.” Cassie noted, looking at the group.

“What. The. Fuck. Cassie.” Maddy was so over Cassie’s bullshit, but Cassie continued.

“No matter what happens, we’ll always come back to each other, It’s like we’re all connected.”

Rafe scoffed while Nate just shook his head.

“This crazy bitch.” Nate muttered under his breath.

“Who wants to get something to eat?” Y/N asked, still holding a tissue to stop her bloody nose. Her question was so out of the blue that everyone thought they hallucinated it, until she repeated herself.

“I’m starving. It’s up to y’all, but I’m getting some food.” Y/N extended her arm to her boyfriend-- who had a black eye and bruises littered all over his face-- but he was quick to help her up to her feet.

“I’m going.” Rue answered, appearing out of nowhere.

“Me too.” Jules added, wrapping her arm around Rue’s shoulders. “Why not?”

Maddy looked at her friends and shrugged. “Fuck it. Let’s go.”

As the group began walking away and discussing possible food options, Cassie, Lexi, and Nate rushed to catch up. Meanwhile, Lexi strayed a few paces behind everyone else.

She took in the sight in front of her-- a group of teenagers, surely flawed, yet they still have so much to experience.

Cassie is right. Lexi thought. We are all destined to be intertwined, for better or for worse.

Lexi would be sure to start working on the sequel of her play when she got back home.

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boltupbitches · 4 months

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What Was I Made For? Part 2 - Joe Burrow

Trigger warning: this one shot deals with serious topics such as clinical depression, depersonalization disorder, and miscarriages.

Sequel to What Was I Made For?

Joe attempted to call his girlfriend once more, frowning when it went straight to voicemail. He frowned in deep thought as he continued his drive home. This wasn’t like her at all to ignore phone calls or to have her phone off.

The rational part of his brain was thinking ‘What if she took a nap and forgot to charge her phone?’

The other side of his brain was blaring red alerts that there was something off about this situation, especially given her recent dip in mental health. Every time he left the house, his head clouded with thoughts of his Barbie. She hadn’t been the same over the last few weeks and became more withdrawn as time went on. Joe felt like he was losing her in this relationship and, thanks to the hecticness of his football schedule, he didn’t know how to get back to her.

She was sinking and he was drifting further from her against his will.

As soon as he pulled into the driveway, he noticed her car gone.

Odd.

He quickly walked into the house, noticing all the lights were off and just how silent the house was.

He dropped his bag in the doorway and made his way down the hall, turning on the living room light first to see if she was sleeping in the living room, having waited up for him like she sometimes did.

She wasn’t there.

He headed upstairs, heart thumbing as he walked into their bedroom.

He noticed as he looked around the room that things of hers were missing. Things like photographs, mementos from trips and work, and her LSU cap and tassel. All gone.

He ran his hand over his face as dread built up in his gut. His stomach was in knots and he couldn’t shake the fear building in him.

Where the hell was his girlfriend?

He opened the closet she used and noticed a mess of items strewn about. There were also two of her suitcases missing. It was as if she packed in a hurry and took whatever she could in that rush.

Did something happen to her family?

Where the fuck was she?

Joe pulled his phone from his pocket and immediately dialed her number. It rang through this time but went to voicemail, meaning at least her phone was on again.

He cleared his throat and figured leaving a voicemail was best since she wasn’t going to answer. “Hey, babe… I’m not sure what’s going on or where you’re at right now, but I’m worried as hell. Please give me a callback or just a text telling me you’re ok. Please. This is scaring the fuck out of me right now. I love you, bye.”

Joe made his way out of the closet and sat on the bed, burying his head into his hands as he started to breathe heavily. He didn’t know what to do in that moment.

He lifted his head when he heard a buzz of his phone next to him. It was a message from her.

Barbie

I’m ok.

Joe rushed to text her back.

Joe

Where are you? Is everything ok?

He saw the speech bubble start to appear, showing she was texting, but then it stopped and started again before disappearing altogether. He was left on read.

Joe tossed his phone down and groaned, “fucking shit! What the fuck is going on?” He threw himself back against the bed beneath him.

He felt a piece of paper poke against his ear and turned his head to see the folded piece lying there with his name in cursive lettering. It was his girlfriend’s handwriting. Joe sat up and unfolded the letter. He began to read it, hoping for some clarity on the situation.

Joe,

I am sorry. I can’t do this anymore. I am not ok and I haven’t been for a long time. I think I forgot how to be happy. Something I’m not, but something I can be. Something I wait for. Something I’m made for. Here, I am not happy. I can’t pretend to be her anymore. I want to be the old me again, and I know you can’t be the old you. I’m sorry. I love you.

Best,

Your Barbie

He felt his hands shake as he stared in shock at the letter she left him. He couldn’t believe it. She left him. Just like that. In the dead of the night while he wasn’t home.

He felt a slew of emotions boil over in him. The first was anger. Anger at himself for not acting sooner when he saw her spiraling into her depression. Anger at her for just leaving him with no forewarning or conversation. The next emotion he could identify was heartache. His love for her ran deep and he couldn’t imagine a future without her in it.

While he sat there in shock for a few more moments, his phone went off again.

Barbie

I’m so sorry. I love you. Please read the letter.

Joe didn’t respond to that at all and instead got up out of their bed. He stared around the room, realizing how empty it felt with her missing from it. He couldn’t live here without her in it. He didn’t want to wake up without seeing her face or hearing her voice.

He knew at that moment that he was going to go get her and bring her back. If he had to beg to her on his knees, he would without any reservation. He needed to fix this.

Joe didn’t text her a heads up and instead grabbed his wallet from downstairs and his car keys. He locked the house up and got in his car. He typed her parents’ address into the GPS, pulling up the Cleveland address and sighing loudly. He was about to drive 3.5 hours across the state of Ohio to get his girlfriend back. Thank god it was a bye week for him.

—---------

It was 5 am when he pulled up to her parents’ house. The kitchen light was on and a silhouette peeked out quickly before disappearing. Within moments the front door was open as Joe was walking to the front steps.

“What the hell took you so long?” A gruff, older man questioned. Relief was shown on his face. “It’s been almost a whole day since she got here. I’ve been keeping an eye out for you to roll up.”

“Well, I didn’t hear from her after the game or before the flight home. I didn’t hear from her on my drive home and came home to her stuff partially packed and her gone. I knew she’d come here first. I would have come sooner if I had known sooner that she left.” Joe rubbed his hand down his tired face.

“Come in. Come in. I’ll make us some coffee. She’ll probably sleep in today. You could probably get some sleep if you’d like to.”

“If she wakes up before me and sees my car, she’ll try to leave again,” Joe stressed.

“No, she won’t. She came home. She knows besides your guys’ place, she has nowhere else to run off to. She has to face the music and her problems head-on sometimes. I don’t know what is fully going on with her, but I know from her earlier episodes while growing up that her depression sometimes convinces her she’s not worth anything. She can’t keep running off when this happens. Especially because it’s scaring the people that love and care about her.” Her dad sighed and gestured for Joe to follow. “Go get some sleep, kid. We’ll talk here around noon time when you get back up. She’s not going anywhere right now.”

Joe nodded and headed up the stairs towards the guest room. He paused in front of Barbie’s bedroom and peaked in to see her sleeping underneath the blankets with her head turned away from the doorway. He smiled sadly at the sight of her, knowing she was likely emotionally drained and exhausted from the last 24 hours alone.

Joe kicked his shoes off and set his wallet and phone on the bedside stand. He lifted the blankets and crawled underneath. At some point in his tossing and turning, his mind settled down enough for him to slip into a slumber.

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Joe moved around a few times as he came to, trying to shake the tiredness that was pulling him back under. He lay there with his eyes closed, dosing off once more when he heard the bedroom door open slowly.

He blinked a few times and lifted his head to see the surprised face of his girlfriend looking back. She was glad in a pair of LSU pajama pants and an old Nike shirt. Her hair was pulled back in a bun with a few strands loosely hanging around her face. She looked gorgeous.

“Hey.” He croaked, quickly clearing his throat and sitting up.

“Hey…” She greeted back unsurely, her eyes darting around the room as she blushed, likely embarrassed for being caught in the middle of sneaking into his temporary room.

She couldn’t admit it, but as soon as she saw his car in the driveway, she was not just stressed at having to face it - she was relieved he came after her. She felt so embarrassed when her dad walked past her, stopping to bluntly tell her, “You two are going to talk about this and hear each other out like adults.”

She didn’t mean to cause trouble for anyone. She thought she was doing Joe a favor by leaving, but within the last 24 hours, after the cloud of depression lessened around her, she could think a little more clearly and realized she may have made a mistake in how she tried to end things.

Running away never worked. She knew that. Yet she tried to run from her problems and in the process, she hurt Joe. She regretted that deeply now.

She had to see for herself that he was really there in the same house as her. She didn’t mean to wake him up in the process. Yet, here they were.

Joe watched her with sad eyes as she focused her gaze back at him, shame and regret showing deep in her eyes and on her face. It made his heart pang with sadness for her. He knew she was struggling a lot. Especially since the miscarriage a year ago. He couldn’t help but blame himself for not spending enough time with her or focusing enough attention on her needs.

Joe tapped the spot on the bed next to him, swinging his legs out from under the blankets and facing the window.

She shut the door and approached him, nervously taking a seat next to him, leaving space between them as she wrapped her arms around herself, her head bowed.

“Barbie… please.” He broke out his nickname for her. “Please talk to me.”

She shook her head and bit back a sob as she felt the floodgates start. “Did you read my letter?” She asked softly, still not looking at him.

“I did,” Joe confirmed. “That’s why I’m here.” He combed his hands through his hair in frustration. “I am here to talk to you and to tell you that I can’t live my life without you. You are literally the one thing I look forward to coming home to. Win or lose. You’re there for me. You come to games, you show me unconditional love and support. I was sick to my stomach when I realized you weren’t home with me.” He wiped the tears building in his eyes before they could spill over. “Since the miscarriage…” He started but stopped when he saw her flinch, “I know you’ve been hurting so deeply. I’ve seen the signs and I selfishly threw myself back into football to shut out my own pain. In doing so, I shut you out too and you were drowning while I was drifting away. I am so sorry that I wasn’t as attentive as I should have been. I’m sorry that I made you feel that you didn’t matter anymore or that you didn’t belong in my life. I fucked up and I’m so sorry.” Joe was openly crying now too.

His girlfriend lifted her head halfway through his apology and couldn’t help her instinct to wrap him in her arms as he caved way and started to sob quietly. She felt her own crying start once more as they held each other firmly, crying through the pain of loss, uncertainty, and heartbreak.

They stayed wrapped in each other’s arms even as Joe pulled them backward to lay on the bed.

As their tears settled, she spoke again. “You’re not 100% at fault for this, Joe. We were both hurting and trying to distract ourselves with everything else, but the reality. I fucked up a lot too. Icing you out, allowing my depression to almost destroy my life, stopping my therapy appointments, and leaving you so callously. I am sorry too.” She whispered the last part with sorrow laced in each word. “I am so sorry.”

“I forgive you.” Joe said. “I will always forgive you at the end of the day.”

“And I forgive you.” She echoed.

They stayed in each other’s arms, staring happily at the other for a few moments. “Please, Barbie. Please come home.” Joe pleaded.

She nodded with a sad smile. “I will. Can’t leave you in that Mojo Dojo Casa House all on your own now, can I?” She teased him.

Joe laughed at her cheesy quip. “The amount of Barbie puns have increased tenfold for us since that movie came out.”

“You loved it though.” She pointed out with a grin. “We saw it twice if I recall.”

“We did.” Joe grinned. “It’s a masterpiece.”

She pecked a kiss to his lips. “Will… will you go to therapy with me?” She asked shyly, “So we can talk about the.. the miscarriage?”

Joe turned serious and nodded to that request. “Absolutely. We can make the appointment this week after looking around for a good one. Anything for you.”

She smiled at him again. “Thank you.”

They lay like that for a while, just relaxing in the other’s arms as they heard the bustle downstairs of her parents talking in the kitchen.

“Your dad was very happy when I rolled up here at the break of dawn,” Joe said casually. “I’d never seen a man so happy for a younger guy to show up in the dark looking for his daughter.”

She laughed at that. “He was so stressed when I showed up unannounced and crying. He thought you cheated or something. After my mom calmed me down and sent me off to my old room to sleep off the stress, I know she told him everything after I spilled to her. Pretty sure he had a few beers from the almost heart attack of having to beat up his favorite almost-son-in-law.”

They laughed together at that. She continued speaking. “You are seriously the only guy my dad ever liked that I dated. And it is not because of football - we know he’s a Steelers fan living in Browns country after all.” They both chuckled at the memory of her dad getting in a fight with Bengals fans at a home game against the Steelers last season. “He says you’re one of the kindest and honest men I’ve ever dated. You’ve set the bar high.”

“You make it easy.” Joe praised her. “How could I not love and care about you when you’re you? There’s no one else like you.”

“And there’s no one else like you.” She echoed.

“I’m just Joe.” He said.

“But unlike all the other Joe’s in the world, you’re my Joe.” She teared up a bit in saying that.

He smiled at her. “And you’re my Barbie. Better than all the other Barbie’s in the world. Even Margot Robbie can’t compare.”

“Now that’s a stretch!”

Joe started tickling her side. “Nope! You’re the prettiest Barbie! Say it!” She wouldn’t though and continued to laugh underneath him.

Downstairs, the older couple smiled at one another as they heard the giggles coming from upstairs. They were so happy Joe showed up to talk reason to their daughter. They hoped the two could heal from their pain and move on with their relationship. They just wanted to see their daughter happy again.

“I’m glad she found the one.” The wife mused. “Remember that awful Austin Pressler down the road? Such a slime ball.”

“Don’t get me started on that boy,” The husband grumbled, “I still see him occasionally and I still feel the urge to beat his ass for breaking her heart in high school.”

“What about Joe?” His wife inquired.

“Joe and our daughter are going to be fine. They’ve both been hurting and the only way to heal together is by being transparent. They’ll make the right decisions. It’s not for us to get involved and complicate it for them.”

“I’m surprised you’ve made peace with him being the Bengals quarterback.”

“I have no beef with the Bengals.” He sat his newspaper down, pointing at his wife. “Now if she was dating a Browns player, I’d disown her.”

“Oh my god.” His wife rolled her eyes at his theatrics. “You’re dramatic like your daughter.”

“Damn right.” He said proudly. “Damn right.”

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ateriblewriter · 1 year

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I’m Here (t.z)

a/n: i’m having big feelings tonight. and yeah. im really sorry for this. most of this is under a read more for a reason that will become very clear. please be careful. It might not be for you. im sorry.

TRIGGERS: self harm, self worth, hinting at other things (if you or anyone ever needs help please do reach out)

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You woke up to the phone ringing, the paper you had gotten for your report sat on the table in front of you blank. When did you fall asleep? You don’t remember doing that. You needed to keep up on your work, you couldn’t let yourself fall anymore behind than you already were.

Your phone going through its ringing cycle broke you out of your trance once again. You had a feeling you knew who it was. Trevor had started to call you a couple times a day once you stopped showing up at the usual hangout spot. You ignored every single phone call. Maybe if you ignored him, he would forget about you. Like he should. You were not a good person.

You felt terrible about doing that. You couldn’t let him know what the problem was. You didn’t want to be the monster that wiped the smile off his face. It would have killed you even more to see that happen and be the one to have done that. No, it was better to ignore the problem and leave him be.

Half an hour after the phone rang there was a sharp knock at the door. You could only imagine who it was. He shouldn’t be here.

“Open up Y/N.” Trevor knocked frantically. “Come one. I know you’re home. Just come to the door. Please.”

“Go away, Z .” You quietly mumbled walking up to the door. You knew you were a bother to him, just a worthless bother. A monster some would say.

“If I go away, I’m only going to come back with reinforcements and I don’t think you want them knocking at your door.” He was right. You didn’t want Jamie or any of the others tearing down the gateway to your home. It would be too much for you and you knew you would do something even more drastic than you already have.

You rolled down the sleeves of your sweater to cover the fresh scars that adorned your wrists. You didn’t want him to see the extent of your punishments. You needed everything to seem like it was fine. Maybe then he could go back to not checking in on you. Taking a deep breath you opened the door.

“Fuck.” The way you looked worried Trevor. He knew your inner demons could sometimes come out to haunt you over the little imperfections you made in life. He wasn’t expecting this. You had changed, and it scared the shit out of him. Gone was your beautiful smile and bright eyes, only to be replaced with pale tear stained cheeks, dark rings around your eyes, and an unkept mop of hair that looked nowhere near its usual lush perfection. It frightened him seeing how dead inside you looked.

The unease in his voice hit you. You were making him feel like that. That was the monster in you. Something you couldn’t contain. You couldn’t stand to see him anymore. You fucked everything up by being yourself, your stupid worthless self.

“What happened?” You just stared at him. Your voice failed you at that moment. You wanted to tell him to go away and leave you alone. But the words weren’t there. “Y/N. Please talk to me.” he pleaded urgently.

“You shouldn’t be here Z. I’m not worth it.” Tears started to slide down your face. He couldn’t be here. He needed to leave. Now.

“Y/N don’t say that. Please don’t ever say that.”

You didn’t answer as the door swung open and his hand reached for your wrist. You tried not to wince at the contact. Trevor noticed this. Shoving the sleeve of your sweater up, he saw them. The marks you had made.

“What have you done?” He mumbled panic and fear making their way to his face and voice. That hurt even more. You did that. How could you do that? Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. You slumped to the ground into a sobbing ball.

“Hey. No no no no. It’s okay. shh. It's okay. It’ll be alright” he sunk to the ground and held you in his arms. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Leave me.” You murmured quietly. “Please just let me go. Leave me be. I’m not worth the pain. I’m a horrendous monster that doesn’t deserve to be here.”

Trevor didn’t know what to say. This time his words failed him. He just wants you to be okay. He needed you to be okay. But all he could do was sit there and hold onto you as you told him what a waste of space you were.

Once again really sorry. I was feeling some big feelings.

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sub!charlie x male!ghostface!reader??

this came out super nasty. a little knife play, a little degradation, hair pulling, stalking(?), some of ghostfaces iconic lines too. !not proofread!

(ooc charlie, turned him into a giant slut :/)

charlie has always been a big fan of horror films, especially the stab franchise. so once killings that had been suspected to be by another ghostface, he was ecstatic. even to the point of rewatching all 7 in one night. maybe it was odd, but nonetheless, it excited him.

but one night, when he was left home all alone for a weekend, nice and comfortable on his bed, rewatching some of his other favorite horror films. his phone rang. over his phone screen flashed the caller ID, 'unknown'.

curious as to who would be calling him so late at night, he answered. bringing his phone to his ear, he spoke; "hello?" his voice was a little sleepy from how focused he was on the screen in front of him, yet confused due to the unknown caller.

for a moment, you stayed quiet on the other end. your breathing silenced by the mask covering your face. "hello, charlie." you breathed out, your voice obscured by the voice changer inside of your mask. "how's the movie?" you asked, seeing his face contort in confusion. as you had silent been creeping, standing right outside of his bedroom window.

quickly, he looked back at his television screen. "wh- what movie?" he questioned, testing the waters. he had quickly started to suspect that you were the one who had started up the killings again.

"friday the 13th." you soon spoke back, somewhat snarky as you saw charlie worrying ever so slightly. "good choice, charlie." you began to tease, feeling that you had the upper hand with your voice changer and such.

charlie seemed to worry a little more, turning off the television and speaking into the phone. "who are you anyways?" he asked, already knowing all too well who you are and what he wanted. but for some reason, he hadn't put in any thought to the fact that you'd probably kill him.

at that, you stifled a laugh. "ohhh, charlie, you already know the answer to that.." you cooed. "i'm the last person you'll ever see..alive." and like anyone else would, you spat the words cruelly. even though you knew what you truly planned to do to him.

and instead of being scared, charlie felt a pang of excitement go through him. he recognized the line you used, he'd heard it oh so many times in the past from movies. but there was something so..thrilling, about having someone threaten him like that.

he let out a breath, grinning a little. "yeah? you are?" he quipped back, enjoying this situation a little more than anybody should. he felt like he was in one of the movies that he adored so very much.

"where are you anyways?" he asked, knowing you must have been around since you somehow knew what film he had been watching.

"right here." you replied vaguely, still watching his every move from behind his bedroom window. he glanced around the room, trying to spot you out. but even if you were inside of his room, he wouldn't spot you easily. you would blend right in with all of the merchandise and memorabilia of the stab franchise that he'd collected over the years.

he grinned sheepishly, wondering if you were really there. "well, i don't see you anywhere.." he replied, biting his lower lip in slight excitement. but just a moment after asking, his bedroom window began sliding open. his head shot over and watched as your cloaked figure entered his room.

finally, he began to feel some kind of fear chewing at him. he watched as you made your way closer to him, he didn't even move. he didn't know what to think. he felt like he was in one of his favorite movies, but that meant he'd die. before he knew it, your gloved hands were bringing your hooked knife to his throat.

he looked up at you, his big blue eyes filled with fright as he pleaded. "w- wait! wait.. please don't.. don't kill me?" his voice cracking as he stared at your masked face, the mask he'd looked at so many times before.

but with your free hand, you ran your fingers through his hair, as if to sooth him. he was confused. and despite his fear, he started to enjoy this situation again. with the hand in his hair, you tugged a bit, eliciting a little whine from him. you tilted your head to the side, pulling again curiously. another soft whimper erupted from his throat.

you chuckled, the voice modifier still masking how you really sounded. you moved your hand down, pushing your thumb through his pretty plump lips. he quickly caught on, biting down on the cloth glove. you pulled your hand away, leaving the glove hanging out of charlies mouth. you took it, dropping it on the floor and pushing your bare thumb back into his mouth. he swirled his tongue around it, staring up at you.

he let out a soft hum, definitely starting to enjoy this even more. but after a moment, you pulled your thumb away, a string of his spit following. you moved your hands down, underneath your cloak... unbuckling your belt.. unzipping and unbuttoning your jeans.. and pulling them down.

he watched, intrigued. he didn't expect it to go this way, he thought he'd be dead by now. but no, he was hornier than ever. and slowly, you pulled out your hard cock. right in front of charlies face. he looked at it, swallowing back a little anxiously, he'd never done this before.

but before could do a single thing, you gripped at the back of his head and thrusted your dick into his mouth,hitting the back of his throat. he gagged around you, tears pricking at his eyes.

"be a good boy for me, charlie. if you are, i promise not to kill you..~" you hummed softly, still holding your knife against his throat as you began thrusting hard. his big, teary puppy dog eyes stared up at you, his throat making the nastiest sounds of him gagging and whining.

his lips were so pretty around your cock, already covered in drool. but slowly, he got into it. he started bobbing his head as you thrusted. "you're so fucking nasty.. nobody would've ever thought of you to be such a cockslut, would they?" you spoke harshly, pulling at his hair and brushing the blaid of your knife against his throat.

he drooled around your cock, slurping as your precum began to bubble up. at this point, his hot tears started to fall down his face. he looked up at you, so adorable as you abused his poor throat. but he loved it. every second of it.

you felt yourself about to cum soon, your balls tightened and your cock throbbed. shoving charlies face all the way down, absolutely balls deep down his throat. he yelped, gagging more. his face all red and wet from you fucking his face. a second later, you shot your hot ropes of sticky cum into his mouth. he swallowed it all up, except the bit that dribbles down his chin.

and without another word, you pat the top of his head softly, tucked your dick away, and hopped outta his window. :3

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