You'll be 'kay (Hotchner Family)
Prompt: 'We shouldn't have met.'
Warnings: First breakup, crying, harsh breakup
Word count: 565
You hadn’t been dating long and it was your first relationship, you were sixteen and it had started as a crush that had developed. You told her reluctantly and she reciprocated and the two of you had started dating. She even came to a family dinner at Rossi’s after one of the cases and the team absolutely loved her, including your dad.
“We should never have dated,” Your heart clenched. “Hell, we shouldn’t have met.”
“What?” You furrow your eyebrows, you didn’t understand, everything seemed fine yesterday.
“We’re breaking up,” You furrowed your eyebrows before she continued, “We ruined our friendship by trying this, not to mention how distant you are - it’s like you don’t even notice me. I deserve better than you. Don’t try and contact me again.” You don’t say anything as she leaves, trying your best to hold it together.
At lunch, you absentmindedly scrolled social media - you weren’t really allowed phones out, but you were in your history teacher’s room and he didn’t really care if you were on your phone - and your heart broke when you went to your DM’s and realised the chat had disappeared. She had blocked you.
The rest of the day passed slowly and you were struggling to keep a lid on your emotions, but soon enough, you were on the bus home with your headphones blaring and looking dramatically out of the window.
“Hey, (Y/N), how was school?” Your dad greeted you as you walked in.
“I don’t wanna talk about it,” You mumble, walking past him to the living room, getting ready to head up to your bedroom where you were planning on staying until the end of time. Not only had the pair of you broken up, but she didn’t even want you to be friends anymore. You had lost her from your life completely.
Aaron furrowed his eyebrows, placing the tea towel on the counter as he walked towards you, “I know you don’t want to talk about it, but if you change your mind, you can talk to me about it - about anything.”
“I know, I just-” You sniff, looking down. Aaron reached out, gently rubbing your back as tears began to drip down your face. You plopped yourself down on the couch and put your head in your hands.
“It’s alright,” Aaron mumbled, he had sat down next to you and sat down next to you as he continued to rub your back.
“She broke up with me,” You mumbled, “Said we couldn’t even be friends anymore and she deserved better,”
“I’m so sorry,” He responded, “Breakups aren’t fun,”
You shook your head, “It’s really not,” You responded. “I feel stupid for telling her, now we’re not even friends. At least before I told her we were friends,”
You look up, hearing soft footsteps, “(N/N)?” Jack asked, furrowing his little eyebrows, “Wha’s da matter?” He padded up to you, crawling up and into your lap.
“Well, you know Jessie?” When Jack nods, you continue, “We’re not together anymore,”
Jack looked at you, studying you for a minute, he lightly patted your cheek, “‘T’s okay,” He replied, “You’ll be ‘kay,”
You give him a small smile, “Yeah, I think I will be,” You mumble, “How about we watch a movie?” You ask, looking at both your dad and brother.
“Yeah!”
“I’ll get the ice cream,”
“Ice cream!” Jack cheered.
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After very little research into the other writings of Laura Ingalls Wilder and Rose Wilder Lane, my hypothesis about the Little House authorship question is that the writing is mostly Rose's, but the heart is Laura's.
In Laura's newspaper columns, the parts that sound most like Little House mostly come from the extracts she shares from Rose's letters (incidentally, it's kind of adorable how proud she is of Rose: "My daughter's in France!", "My daughter's in Albania!", etc.) The prose of Old Home Town, Rose's inspired-by-my-childhood-home novel, has some of the same concise descriptive prose that I've come to associate with the Little House style (I could hear passages in the voice of the Little House audiobook narrator).
Yet the Little House soul is all over Laura's columns. She's fascinated by the simple tasks of life, believes in home and family and hard work, believes in holding onto the goodness of childhood and looking forward with hope toward the future. There's an optimism, almost a romanticism, about life. The children's series that bears her name clearly comes from the same woman.
Rose, by contrast, is much more pessimistic. When writing about childhood, she's almost cynical about the life of a small town. She highlights the dark stories underlying the wholesome exterior, is extremely sensitive to the pitfalls of the social scene around her. Part of the difference is that Rose is writing for adults, but there does seem to be an essential difference in the personality behind the pen, despite the stylistic similarities to Little House.
(At the risk of pop psychoanalyzing people long dead, Rose seems much more neurotic and introverted and sensitive than her mother. In her writings and in the books about her childhood in Missouri, she comes across as child of a fairly comfortable modern life, with all the modern anxieties, in contrast to a woman who grew up starving on the prairie and knows that there are much worse things to endure than small-town gossip).
It's not much of a thesis, but I'm just fascinated by the fact that the Little House series can share so many stylistic similarities with Rose's writings, yet feel so much more like Laura.
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I sometimes wonder if Miguel ever tried recreating that sense of family he had with Gabriella with Miles and Gwen...except Miles and Gwen only received that toxic parental side from him and not the healthier, wholesome part he had with Gabi because he's mentally unwell and grieving and punishing himself daily as penance.
This is a really good thought cause Gwen alludes to this in her rant at Miguel during the Go Home Machine sequence, “Maybe you weren’t hard enough on him!”. Miguel views his actions based on being Spider-Man not as being Miguel. Either way, he is acclimated to loss in grief in such a unique way that it just seems difficult for him to understand that others aren’t or don’t become susceptible to his alternative to grief/guilt.
It would be plausible that Miguel is sort of worried about gaining a connection with members of the society (especially the younger ones) as he’s lost a lot in his life (if his backstory is any similar to his comic + gabi) and the healthier side would undoubtedly led to a less formal work relationship and something that bleeds into what little life he has outside of Spider-Man as Miguel.
For all intents and purposes Miguel genuinely believes that he is being reasonably protective of Miles and Gwen by over-protecting the canon as he doesn’t want them to experience the pain of over-stepping cosmic and normal boundaries like he did along with dampening his emotional investments in them by being harsh. I mean, recently people have been pointing out he tears up when Miles tells him he can’t not save his dad.
His intentions and sentiments towards these kids are pure and based in altruism but his actions and executions of them are destructive if outright hostile.
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An Unsent letter 4
Dear 'maybe someday',
I like you very much. Maybe love you even. I know you know that. But I understand, you are not looking for anything serious right now. I also understand that you talk to me because you are lonely. But I don't want that. I don't want to waste my time on someone I know I won't have a future with. I am not into casual dating anymore. I was happy with myself. I just hoped I would get to share it with you. Our goals are very different, right now. I don't blame you for wanting different things than me. Yes, I do wish you could have loved me back, that we could be something someday. But I understand. Dreams aren't always meant to be reality. Although I am sad about it, it's okay, I accept it. I would have stayed, but I don't want to purposefully put myself through something where the end has already been decided, in the hopes of a Maybe that may or may not happen. I know that I deserve better than that. I deserve someone who chooses me, not someone who settles with me because he was lonely. I deserve to be appreciated, not tolerated. I really wanted it to be you, but we don't always get what we want. All we can do is just accept it and move forward. Maybe somewhere ahead, someone might want to stay. And maybe someday, you will want to stay too.
From,
Your back-up
AsheS
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