#her reading speed picking up just as she reaches the best part

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Hi!! I absolutely LOVE your writing, you do such an amazing job!! I was wondering, if you have the time and are taking requests, could you do how each character cuddles with MC? Can be platonic or romantic, and I was wondering if you could also add professors. Thank you so much, I hope it's not to much to ask!! Have a great day/night!!❤️

A/N: romantic cuddling for the friends, platonic cuddle/hugs for the professors :3

HLC CUDDLE HEADCANNONS

SEBASTIAN SALLOW: This boy is a snake. Full body wrapped around MC like a python. He won't let go easily, either. But he's warm and gives many kisses, so the entrapment is worth it.

OMINIS GAUNT: Physical touch has rarely led to good things in his life so MC will need to be patient with him. Once their relationship is to the point that he feels safe with them, he cuddles with his hands constantly mapping their body. He will have every part of them committed to memory.

ANNE SALLOW: She likes laying on top of them with her face on their chest. She finds their heartbeat soothing. She also likes hearing it speed up when she's feeling cheeky.

IMELDA REYES: Physical touch isn't one of her love languages, so she doesn't go out of her way to cuddle them. She doesn't reject it, She finds MC's affection cute, but she'll be reading or messing with her wand while she lays there with MC attached.

NATSAI ONAI: She is the big spoon. She must protecc. She whispers all sorts of sweet nothing's while she's holding them and gives little neck kisses.

GARRETH WEASLEY: Cuddling him is dangerous because MC never knows what he'll do. This goof can't help but make MC laugh. He loves hearing it. He'll boop their nose, lick their face, even tickle them for a reaction.

LEANDER PREWETT: Long boi with long limbs. MC is tangled in him with little hope of getting away. He has quite the wingspan, so even if MC is on the other side of the bed, he can just casually reach over and yoink them to his side.

AMIT THAKKAR: Hope MC likes his voice, cause he's a talker. MC is his captive audience and he will go on and on and ON about just about anything. Mostly astronomical topics, but he goes off on tangents.

EVERETT CLOPTON: He's the little spoon. Doesn't matter how tall MC is compared to him. They could be the longest mfer or just a little backpack, he loves them either way. He feels held.

POPPY SWEETING: Smol. Turns into a ball like a little hedgehog. Might get lost in the cushions or blankets, so hold tight. Also a bit of a squirmer, sometimes struggles to get comfortable. She'll settle down eventually.

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ELEAZAR FIG: Dad. Hugs. Like, sit on the couch under his arm, dad hugs. Warm and comforting and loving. MC will likely fall asleep.

MATILDA WEASLEY: She's not too much of a hugger, but she won't deny one if MC asks. They'll be short but comforting.

CHIYO KOGAWA: She's not much of a hugger but if MC really needs one, she'll oblige. Might be a bit awkward, but she means well.

AESOP SHARP: MC will have to be strategic. First, gain his trust. That's the hard part. Second, catch him in a good mood. Third, MC must ask ONLY when no one else is around. His affection is very private. Fourth, (optional step) liquid luck.

ABRAHAM RONEN: Favorite Uncle vibes. Playful bear hugs that crush ribs and pick MC up off their feet. Best hugs for when MC needs a laugh.

MIRABEL GARLICK: Very much a hugger. MC can hold her as long as they need to. Let all their worries and stress melt away in her genuine embrace.

MUDIWA ONAI: She gives the best Mom hugs MC could ever experience. She'll go so far as to hug MC in her lap and rock them like a child, even if MC is tall.

BAI HOWIN: If MC needs affection, she suggests they seek out mooncalves or puffskiens.

DINAH HECAT: She is more affectionate than she lets on. If MC is stressed and needs a hug, she offers one without prompting.

CUTHBERT BINNS: He's a ghost. Move along.

SATYAVATI SHAH: She's not an affectionate person. MC will get more warmth from a glacier.

PHINEAS NIGELLUS BLACK: If MC knows what's good for them, they won't touch him. Ever.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy professors #hl #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #anne sallow #imelda reyes #natsai onai #garreth weasley #leander prewett #amit thakkar #everett clopton #poppy sweeting #eleazar fig #aesop sharp

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i just read feysand x reader housewife and I’m wondering if i can request a cassian x housewife reader. like imagine being stressed ab work and then you talk to cassian ab it and he says that you shouldnt worry over things like stressful work, and that you should do whatever makes you happy. so like imagine then reader stays at home and foes whatever she wants woth no stress, maybe she has a business that sye runs so she isn’t burnt out like she used to be and it is all in her speed, maybe she loves writing and starts doing it since she didnt have time before. And omg imagine beefy daddy cassian coming home and he’s so big omg and gives her a hug with his ripped juicy arms and he’s just so manly omg🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 sorry if this is confusing i genuinly lost my mind thinking ab this

At Home

Cassian x reader

A/n: @thehighladywrites has inspired me to write this plus I’ve been dreaming of daddy Cass all week so this is a treat for all of us lmao

Warnings: fluff 🤗

Cassian hated how stressed you were about going to work and how tired you were at the end of the day

It killed him to see you like this

Cass didn't want to stress you out by talking about it so he waited until you came to him

You came home early from work in tears, your mascara all smudged and all sniffly

You went right to Cassian's office and he dropped everything he was doing to comfort you

He took you out for a nice dinner that night to finally propose what was on his mind, stay home and let him take care of you

It was a dream of Cassian's to be able to take care of his mate and now he has the chance

Rhys certainly paid Cassian enough

By the time you sit down for dinner you still have a pout on your lips from earlier

After ordering a bottle of wine and your favorite appitizer Cassian reached across the table to hold your hands with his large ones, "Sweetheart, I want to talk to you about something."

You look up at him, hope twinkling in your eyes. "What's up Cass?" you askk quietly

A small smile pulls at his lips. "I hate seeing you this upset. And I know you like working and being independent, but what do you think about quitting and letting me take care of you? Of us."

You thought you were going to break down again. Not trusting your voice you nod as you pull your lips into a tight smile. "Please," you whisper out

Cassian was ecstatic that he could finally take care of everything for you

In bed that night you went over what would happen from here on out. Cassian would pay for everything, even if it was just a fun purchase you wanted. You are free to spend your days however you want. If you want to stay home and do nothing, great!

If you wanted to start training he'd take you with him

If you wanted to pick up a new hobby Cassian would support you

You went to workout/train for a few weeks with Cassian and the Valkyries for a few weeks until it started to not be fun

You were able to grow closer with the rest of the IC now that you stopped working

Feyre and Mor became two of your best friends

You were even invited to join Valkyrie book club which you loved

Reading all of these books inspired you to start writing yourself

At first it was just for fun and you brought it to book club for the girls to read

Then they started encouraging you to write for real and see if you could get published

Cassian fully supports this and loves how creative you've been. It makes him so happy to see you like this

Another perk of staying home is that you get to spend more time with Cassian

You were super attached to him in general

How can you not love that beefy, sweet, tall illyrian he just has so much love to give and you bask in it

If Cass is away at the house of wind for the day you bake his favorite cookies and you started making delicious dinners for you two

Your favorite part of the day is when Cassian comes home

You run to greet him at the door, "Cassie!" "Sweetheart!" he crouches down a little with his arms open waiting for you to throw yourself at him

He hugs you tight to his chest and spins you around, putting you down and kissing you, telling you how much he missed you

When Cass works from home you sit in his office with him, mostly on his lap becuase you two can't stand to not have your hands on each other

You love being wrapped up in his big arms

sometimes you squeeze and poke at his biceps for fun just to see him flex them as a reaction

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar reader fic #acotar reader imagine #acotar imagine #cassian acotar #cassian fanfic #cassian imagine #cassian headcanons #cassian x reader #cassian x you #cassian headcanon

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Moonlight Sunrise

pairing: gamer!wonwoo afab!reader

genre: smut with some fluff

word count: 2k

warnings: petnames (baby, honey), clubbing, alcohol mentioned, fingering, oral (f receiving), boob play, soft sex? praise (f receiving), unprotected sex (pls actually be protected tho), softdom!wonwoo, aftercare

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YooYoo; Hey Y/N so the girls and I are free this Saturday so we were wondering if you wanted to go to the club with us?

You; OMG YES! I've missed hanging out with you guys so bad!

YooYoo; Same, Wonwoo's been hogging you T T

You; Yeah and our jobs too

When you got that text from Yoohyeon, your best friend, you felt ecstatic. You've missed her and the other girls too. It's been so long since you all got to hang out together as group, so of course you'd take any chance to hang out with them even in a environment you didn't really enjoy like the club for example. That's why Yoohyeon was the closest to you, she always got you to go out your comfort zone and experience something crazy and unimaginable for you. You loved them all so much.

It reach Saturday and around 5:30pm you started getting ready. You took a nice shower, washed your face, did skincare before doing your makeup. You didn't want to put too much makeup on but appropriate enough for a club. You were watching a video on your phone while doing your makeup to have something to entertain you and distract you from frustration. When you finally finished the frustrating part you finally moved on to base. In the midst of doing your base you felt strong arms wrap around your waist.

"You getting ready for your night with the girls?" Wonwoo asked.

"Yes I am," You smiled widely.

"What you are gonna do while I'm gone?" You asked looking at him from the mirror. Admiring his features.

"I'm gonna do a stream in a minute or so," He answered and kissed your cheek. You put down your makeup sponge and turned to kiss him on the lips softly. It's like you could see the love and admiration in his eyes for you.

"I love you baby," He whispered against your lips before kissing you again.

"I love you too," You smiled.

Some time past and you finally finished your makeup. You could hear Wonwoo talking from his game room so you assumed he's already streaming. You went into your shared bedroom and picked out an outfit to wear. You went with a white corset top that made your boobs look good (and Wonwoo really likes that top), along with some black business pants with Wonwoo's black blazer. You changed into the outfit and then went back into the bathroom to add finishing touches. Suddenly you remembered the last time you went out with just friends a lot of people were hitting on you, and as much as you like the confidence boost it gave you, it also made your night difficult. You also recalled that you had an diamond ring that your mother handed down to you. You went back into the bedroom and looked for it but you couldn't find it. You wondered if Wonwoo knew where it would be. You knocked on the door to the gaming room.

"Come in!" You heard him shout.

"Hey baby sorry to interrupt but have you seen that ring my mother gave me?" You asked while opening the door. You hoped you didn't interrupt.

"Yeah..." His words drifted as he looked at you in surprise.

"Hold on guys," He paused the game and took off his headphones before coming over to you.

"Damn you look sexy," He smirked as he put his hands on your hips.

"Thank you honey," You smiled.

"Now babe I really need that ring," You looked at him sternly.

"Yeah just wait here, talk to the stream if you want," He smiled and pecked your cheek before walking out the room. You walked to his gaming chair and sat down in it. You waved at the camera and saw the chat blow up.

carat_won; Omg they're pretty

wonwoohub; Who are they?

wonwooland; Are they Wonwoo's partner?

xviiwoo; Are you single?

bluerose; Where did Wonwoo go?

That was just a few you could read with the speed of the comments.

"Uh hi, I'm Y/N," You waved with an awkward smile.

"I'm Wonwoo's partner," You added. Luckily, Wonwoo came back into the room in time before you could embarrass yourself. You stood up from the chair and walked over to him.

"Here you go baby," He slid the ring onto your left ring finger. He pecked your cheek before sitting back down in his chair, this time patting his lap for you to sit on, which you did.

"I see you guys met my baby," Wonwoo smiled as he put his headphones on. You knew since dating him he wasn't big on PDA, so this was actually surprising that he is showing you off to his thirty thousand watchers and that you're sitting on his lap in front of them. You like it, it's just a shock.

After a while of chilling on Wonwoo's lap while he played his game with his friends, you got a text from your friend Yoohyeon saying she's here. You told her you'll be there in a minute. Luckily Wonwoo's game was over and he was in the lobby waiting for a new round. You tapped his shoulder as a signal for him to take his headphones off for a minute.

"Baby, Yoo is here, I gotta go," You muttered to him and he nodded.

"Okay honey," He smiled and kissed you softly in front of the camera.

"Have fun," He unhooked his arms from you waist and you stood up.

"I love you Nu," You smiled widely when you opened the door.

"I love you too baby," He smiled at you. You shut the door and went to go put your boots on before walking out the shared apartment.

After a couple of hours passed, your friends except for Yoohyeon, Yubin, and you were drunk but still you didn't want to be the reason the girls had to separate for a minute. So you called Wonwoo asking him to pick you up, you told him the name of the club and he quickly showed up. He saw you outside the club and you spotted him. You got into the car and greeted him.

"Hi baby," You pecked his cheek.

"Hi, did you have fun?" He asked.

"Yeah, minus some guys hitting on me," You blurted. Wonwoo has never really been the jealous type cause he trusts you and knows at the end of the day you come home to him and love him but something about men hitting on you pisses him off still.

We got home to the apartment. He hung up his jacket and the keys along with we kicked your shoes off. Wonwoo followed you into your shared bedroom and hugged you from behind as you took off your makeup. He started peppering kisses down your neck and then your shoulder. His hands went from you waist to cupping your boobs. One hand went to your back to unzip you from your top. He slowly pulled it off of you and then turned you to face him. He started kissing your chest along with your boobs. Wonwoo suddenly stopped leaving you confused that is until you saw him sit on the edge of the bed, waiting for you.

"Come here baby," He called out. You followed his voice and straddled his lap. You grabbed the edges of his shirt and stripped it off of him, revealing his nicely toned figure.

"I think it's only fair we're both shirtless," You grinned before going in to kiss him passionately. You wrapped your arms around his neck as the kiss turned hungry. In between the passion and hunger you started to feel his hands fumble with the button of your pants. You got off of his lap and took off your pants along with your underwear.

"Shit, you're so beautiful," He stood up and kissed your lips softly. He pulled away and took of his sweatpants. He came back to you and kissed you softly once more as his hands caressed your hips. He slipped his arm on your back and the other one on the back of your knees. He picked you up and laid you carefully onto the bed where your legs hung off the edge of the bed. You felt him pick your legs up and rest them on his shoulders. He planted a kiss on your inner thighs, which makes you weak.

He placed a kiss on your clit before licking away. He started licking back and forth, his licking starting slow but he quickly picked up the pace. He started sucking your folds and then without warning added two fingers into your hole, making your back arch as he pumped his fingers in and out of you.

"Wonwoo!" You moaned as you gripped his hair. He hummed as an response, and the vibrations adding more pleasure. He would change from licking to sucking and back to licking making your mind reach the clouds as you came into his mouth. As you were trying to slow your breathing you felt Wonwoo lick you clean before coming to kiss you on your lips. You could taste yourself against him.

When your breathing finally slowed down, he started to kiss down your neck again. His hands squeezing your boobs and then suddenly he latched his mouth onto your left boob and started sucking. His tongue doing circles around your areolas and then he started sucking on your nipple. His other hand playing with your other boob. Oh how he loves your boobs, he loves how soft they are, how squishy they are, he loves how they fit perfectly into his hands when he squeezes them.  He abruptly got up off of you and stripped off his last article of clothing. You felt like you could just moan at the sight of him.

"Won..woo," You choked out. He looked up at you with a caring look.

"What is it baby?" He asked.

"I need you," You whined and he smiled. He got on top of you and kissed you softly. He picked up your leg and you wrapped his waist with your leg. He lined himself up and slowly slid into your hole. The slow filling causing you to slowly moan with him.

"Just relax baby," He groaned. After you adjusted he slowly started thrusting in and out. He's going just the right speed to make sure you're okay and also enjoying the pleasure. His hands holding your waist tight enough to possibly bruise.

"Baby c- oh shit can you go faster," You moaned out. He compiled and started going faster.

"So good to me," He moaned. You bit your bottom lip trying to muffle your loud moans. He moved his hand from your waist to your cheek.

"Let me hear your pretty voice honey," He breathed. You arch your head back and let your pleasure be heard. You started moaning loudly as you felt Wonwoo's hand fall from your face to your boob. You started to feel the coil start tightening with each thrust.

"Wonwoo oh shit," You cursed. You started clenching around his dick, making him groan.

"Wonwoo I'm gonna-" You choked.

"It's okay baby let it out," He whispered. With one more thrust, you let go. You came all over him. He continued thrusting, trying not to overstimulate you. He quickly then came inside of you, he continued thrusting it into you as he rode you two through your highs.

He stopped and just stayed over you. You felt him soften and then he slowly pulled out. You groaned at the lost of being filled. He laid down next to you, and pulled you on top of him. Your head resting against his chest, hearing his heart beat start slowing down to a regular speed. He started drawing invisible lines on your back.

"I love you," He whispered.

"I love you too," You replied tiredly. He picked you up and laid you down on the bed. He got up and went to the bathroom. You heard the sound of water start running.

"Baby let's go get clean," He picked you up and carried you to the bathroom. He slowly placed you into the tub. He followed behind you and sat behind you. Your back pressed against his back.

"You're so good to me," He kissed your cheek before helping you wash your body. After the bath, you got dressed in your underwear and one of his shirts. You were laying in bed, cuddled up to him. You were talking about something until you noticedthe shiny object that was still on your hand.

"Oh I left the ring on," You smiled.

"Your hand looks pretty when it's occupied," He smiled and kissed your cheek. You grinned at him.

"I love you so much," You smiled against his lips and kissed him softly.

"I love you too," He kissed you passionately.

#seventeen smut #wonwoo smut #seventeen scenarios #jeon wonwoo smut #wonwoo fic #wonwoo thots #svt smut #kpop smut #seventeen fanfic #seventeen imagines #wonwoo imagines

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snippet: Cass and Jason, guns and targets

Setting: Jason's in his villain era. They're in a warehouse and Jason's challenged her to a marksmanship contest with guns.

Cass's heart raced. She would have to be perfect, on every single shot. She had to be, so she would be. But the gun felt strange and angry in her hand.

Jason was smirking, like he could see her uncertainty. I could throw you against the wall, she wanted to say.

He was letting his weight rest casually against the warehouse wall, smug the way most big men were around her, assuming she wasn't a threat. He wasn't a complete fool - she'd seen him mark the way she moved, light on her feet, and he was staying out of the reach of a kick. But he wouldn't be counting on her speed. She could close the gap between them in a second.

She didn't have to go along with the shooting game. She could toss the gun aside and pick a real fight instead.

There would be a risk. There was always a risk, with big men, because they had muscle and mass. And he was armored and she wasn't, and the warehouse was his, which meant there might be other dangers lurking in the dark. But she thought she would win. She would have her hands and her strength and her speed and the element of surprise. She'd done more with less. He was trained by Batman and by the League and by others, she could see all of them in the way he moved, but Cass had fought Shiva. She was not afraid of Jason Todd.

And part of her wanted a real fight, desperately, to test her strength against his and emerge victorious, to humiliate him if she could.

But in a real fight, she'd risk killing him or dying herself, and she couldn't choose to risk either, not if she had another option. Against Shiva, she'd been willing to die. She didn't regret it. But she could not die in a fight now, not here, not against this man. It would hurt Barbara too much.

It stung, to force herself to judge the odds, instead of just fighting, the way she was meant for. But Barbara had said, You have to think, Cass, pain in her voice. This was important to Barbara - Jason was - and things which were important to Barbara were too important to risk on pride. That was why Cass had agreed to the shooting match in the first place.

Safe. Barbara would want her to be safe.

Barbara would not approve of Cass being here. But that was a problem for another day.

They had agreed to shoot three times from a distance of thirty paces. She would have to hit nearer the target's center than Jason, two out of three times.

"Can I ..." Not train. What was the word. "Practice. Can I practice first."

"That's not the deal," Jason said.

Hmm. Jason was not stupid. Another bad sign. Cass liked it better when they were stupid. A big man, and clever. And not proud. He'd picked his weapon for the contest, the one he was best at, instead of taunting and letting her pick. He wanted to win, not to play.

So why had he agreed to play at all? She tried to read him, but it was no good. Angrytensewary, not about to attack but not unprepared either, his eyes kept flickering up to see if there was an ambush. Nothing useful. Nothing to answer: why a contest, instead of calling his men to fight her.

She wanted Tim. Trying to understand Jason was a headache. She didn't want to. Tim and Barbara liked answers. Tim would've had an answer, or two answers, or three answers, why Jason didn't want to kill her. Barbara would've had just one answer, and it would be the right answer, but Barbara would be angry that Cass didn't want to think. So Tim was better. Tim liked answers so much that he went looking for them even when he didn't have to.

But Tim was injured. No answers, not with a bullet wound. Cass had to do her own thinking. For now. Maybe forever.

Maybe that was why Jason had chosen guns. To remind her about Tim. A threat, not a contest.

She was aware that she was very, very angry.

The anger would've helped in a martial arts fight. It would not help with the gun. Anger made you sloppy. Sloppy made you lose.

"Get on with it," Jason said. "Batman says...patience is a virtue."

"Batman doesn't know shit." His voice was a growl. His body: angryangryangry. Two angry people. She wanted to burn him with her anger. "I don't have all night."

She had not aimed a gun for a very long time. It was both easier and more difficult than she wanted it to be. She frowned at the targets. They were not the kind she'd practiced with.

"Come on," Jason said.

"Shut up," Cass said. "Maybe I will shoot you."

Jason grinned. He had blood on his teeth. His body sang: angryjoyanger. "Go ahead and try it. You think you're fast enough?"

She was fast enough. She could picture it, with a blazing sort of triumph. Aiming the gun at his heart. His armor was good, but not that good, not when they were only a few paces apart. "I'd kill you."

She wouldn't, she wouldn't. Oh, but she wanted to.

"You sure would," Jason said, with a mean smile, and his body still sang anger and joy. Why joy? "But you're one of his, aren't you, little girl? So you're not gonna shoot me. You're too cowardly. You're gonna play my little game, and you're gonna lose, because the game's rigged - oh, not your gun, don't give me that look, it's a good gun, but these are my guns. I don't care how fucking good you think you are, you're not gonna out-shoot me on the first try with my own guns. So you're gonna lose, and you're gonna fuck off, like we agreed, and then tomorrow I'll grab your other little friend and put a bullet in her, and -"

Aim, trigger, fire.

Cass shot him in the wrist, the gun-hand. He went down. She leapt.

The skirmish was not pretty - he was fast, faster than she'd expected, and she'd lose the tooth - but she'd been right that he was not prepared for a real fight. The element of surprise: a better weapon than the blade. She got the handcuffs around his wrists and then the fight was won, or good enough. Too risky to take her hands off him, and too risky to shoot him again, so she kicked both guns away.

"What the fuck," he spluttered, staring at the handcuffs. They were digging into the wound, and Cass was reluctantly impressed. He must be in agony, but he had excellent pain control. "What in the - the fucking hell - you shot me!"

"Yes," Cass said. "A good idea. You said so."

He'd been right. The contest was no good. He'd have won, and she had no time for that. This was better.

Why was he so surprised?

Jason stared at her. She braced for another attack - he might get free yet - but instead he started laughing, high and wild. She couldn't read his body. It was so strange, so strange, she would have called him a wild thing instead of a man.

Too risky to put anything in her hands - he might fight back still, if the frenzied laughter turned violent - so instead she tapped open her communicator with her shoulder.

" -zzt- Cass," said Barbara. She sounded frightened. Cass felt bad. "Cass. Where the hell are you."

"Safe," Cass said. "I..."

I defeated Jason, she wanted to say, but it was not really true. Not a true fight, not yet, maybe not ever. Too bad. She still thought she'd win that way, too. But it was always a little sad when you couldn't find out. Oh well. Maybe another time.

Still. She'd done what she came to do, if not in the way she'd planned to do it. Spontaneity was also a virtue. Batman did not say that, and neither did Barbara. But spontaneity was a very important virtue, Cass thought. She smiled.

"Cassandra Cain," Barbara said, "if you don't give me an address in the next two seconds -"

"I have him. Your Jason. You wanted ..." What did Barbara want. Cass was not sure. And words were boring. It was a familiar frustration, these useless words. "You want to talk to him. So. I have him. Come."

She gave the address.

Barbara started saying other things, so Cass cut off the communicator. She'd given the message. Now, she just had to wait. Jason had stopped laughing.

"Who the fuck was that," he said. "That's not Bruce."

So his hearing was very good too. Good enough to catch the high pitches of a woman's voice. Not good enough to identify her. And maybe a little slow. Who would it be, if not Barbara?

"Oracle," Cass said. "She wants ... to talk to you."

"Who? I thought..." Jason frowned at her chest as if it confused him. "I thought you were a Bat. Who the fuck is Oracle?"

Cass grinned at him. She knew her teeth were bloody now, too. Anger and joy. Maybe she could understand Jason a little. "You'll see."

#cassandra cain #jason todd #my fic #okay so this isn't really a fic or even a snippet; it's more of a writing exercise #but i have written it so here it is sdfsdf #cass and jason fight <3

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Your Type II

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Eddie being a dick, Gareth and Chrissy being moral support for Eddie and Y/N, mentions of weed

Words: 1,638

Original Request: Ooh can you do an Eddie x cheerleader!reader who are friends and hang out. They start hanging out and even kiss. His friends (the older ones not the kids) notice he's hanging out with the reader and asks if they're dating but then he lies and says something like "never, she's not my type". Then the reader hears him and gets really upset and confronts him? Sorry I'm just a sucker for something angsty!  

Author's Note: I listened to I Really F**ked It Up by GIRLI while writing this, if you'd like to listen while you read. It's a good song and it felt right with this fic. I was told by my proofreading friend that there are grammar mistakes but I’m lazy

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Part One

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @simonsbluee, @sebby-staan, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow, @darling-i-read-it, @bubsonnobx, @sarahskywalker-amadala , @tlivou , @bunnyweasley23, @b-irock ,  @littlemiss-yeehaw,  @adaydreamaway08,  @ogoc-19 ,  @everheart12 ,  @final-girl96, @chloe-6123 , @simp4rengoku

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Their disbelief only grew, as well as their disappointment, as they watched their friend sit and watch, letting her leave. Mike opened his mouth, ready to join in on the lecturing, but Eddie snapped first.

"I know! I know, man." He bit his bottom lip, thinking. "Just give me a goddamn second." Eddie pulled himself up from the table, looking at Gareth and handing him his metal lunchbox, "watch the merchandise."

He sped walk to the doors, weaving between people to the best of his capabilities. He swore that every time he saw her in the distance, more people got in his way. There were hundreds of "excuse me"s, and "pardon"s spewn from his lips by the time he reached the doors. His speed walking turned to jogging. He reached her much easier than his attempts inside the cafeteria.

"What?" She whipped her head around, eyes red and puffy. Chrissy had her hand on her back, and had turned in unison. Eddie had yet another disappointed expression to look at when Chrissy faced him.

The words were caught in his throat. He felt his heart crumble at the look on Y/N's face, at the evidence of her own heart shattering. "Are you just going to stare? Make sure I'm not your type?" She spat through more tears.

"No, no, no, I promise it's nothing like that-"

Chrissy stepped in, "I'm pretty sure your promises are kind of meaningless at the moment, Eddie. Especially to her." The girl was too kindhearted to use his last name out of anger, but too good of a friend to not be angry for Y/N.

"I know." He looked away momentarily out of shame. "Look, I know, I know I fucked it up, like, really fucked it up, but-"

Chrissy closed her eyes and shook her head at the last word, Y/N followed with her thoughts on the matter. "I'm not interested in your 'but's, Munson. Nothing can excuse what you did. Really, I thought you'd apologize, but instead, you're trying to excuse it with a shitty 'but'."

Eddie realized his mistake there. But his mouth moved faster than his brain. "I didn't know you were there, babe, I-"

"You just wanted to look cool in front of your friends. Is that it? Or maybe you just feel sorry for yourself." Y/N shook her head. She turned and pulled Chrissy along with her.

Once more, he watched her walk away. Once more, he let it happen.

He moped around, sitting at the picnic bench in the forest. Part of him hoped she would come, but he knew she wouldn't. She was right. In a way.

He didn't feel sorry for himself before, but now, now he did. Eddie felt sorry that he lost the girl he pined for for years. He felt sorry that the best thing that ever happened to him walked away. But when he thought harder about it, he felt even more shame. Was it possible to feel sorry for her and sorry for himself and still be in the right?

"Hey man..." His picked his head up, Gareth coming into view with his lunchbox full of contraband. He set the box in front of Eddie. "Don't mean to interrupt your...groveling, but here's your shit."

"M' not groveling." Eddie grumbled.

Gareth sighed as he sat down across from him. "You caused a scene, she walked away, and I'm guessing she lectured you." Eddie's shameful nod prompted his continuation. "So she left you to think about what you did, which is exactly what you're doing. According to the dictionary, man, you're doing the two definitions of groveling."

"I'm not acting to get her forgiveness. I want it to be real."

"Groveling isn't acting." He snorted, "It's paying attention or being obedient but like... A little too much."

"So excessively?" Eddie tilted his head. Gareth nodded. "I mean, I don't feel like I'm being excessive. Even if she hadn't told me off, I'd still think about what I did wrong."

Gareth caught a rude glare from Eddie as he broke out into laughter. "That's the funniest thing you've said all day."

"It's true!"

"No, Eddie, it's not." He lifted a hand to brush through his fluffy hair, "You might, but first you'd drown yourself in weed, campaigns, anything to distract yourself. We've seen you mope before, just never about a girl you were actually dating."

The word "were" stuck with Eddie. He found himself focusing on it more than anything else Gareth said. It pained him even more. "Am I a bad person?"

Gareth met his eyes again. "Huh?"

"Am I a bad person?" He asked again.

"A bad boyfriend, pretty much, but a bad person... I mean, you're not terrible?" Gareth chuckled softly when Eddie glared again. "You're not a bad person."

"Then why am I like this?" He seemed desperate, his voice broke. "I don't, I don't want to be like this, man."

"You just let your emotions and other people's opinions dictate your choices. And sometimes," Gareth shrugged, "those clash."

"So what should I do?"

The plaid vested boy rose from the bench. Eddie's eyes bored into his, begging silently for help. "I dunno, man. Maybe the groveling was the right choice. Now I have to get to class, you should do the same."

"Hey. Eddie wants to meet you at his spot." Gareth shifted on his feet. He felt awkward, a "freak" interacting with the popular cheerleaders.

Y/N crossed her arms. "Eddie can go fuck himself."

"Please. Give him a chance to talk. He's been thinking about what happened nonstop." Part of him wanted to help his friend, the other part wanted him to be okay enough to partake in the campaign tomorrow night. The best friend part of him won, for the most part. "He won't stop moping and shit."

"Serves him right." Despite her immediate response, Y/N was thinking over it.

"I agree. He did a shitty thing. But you'd be just as shitty to not hear him out." Chrissy snapped her head in his direction and widened her eyes at him, reminding him of his place in this argument. "Sorry, that was uncalled for-"

"No, you're right. I'm only giving him this one chance." Gareth looked hopeful. "But he starts making excuse, I'm leaving. I'm not going to be his fucking therapist."

He wasted no time leading the two cheerleaders to the forest. Had he not been rushing to get there, he would've been more cautious. He cringed at the thought that invaded his head. What would people think? One of the freaks luring two of Hawkins High's best into the woods? Surely someone would've called the cops. The thoughts vanished when Eddie came into his sight.

Gareth began walking back, taking his time. Chrissy looked between the two, then back to Y/N, like she was waiting for instruction. "I'm fine. I'll be back, don't worry." Y/N assured her with a hug.

She remained standing as she watched Chrissy disappear into the trees. Only when she was gone, did Y/N take a seat across from Eddie. The tension was heavy and thick. Almost suffocating.

"I'm here. So, talk to me. No excuses."

Eddie let go of control, his emotions in the cockpit.

"I hate myself. So fucking much. Because I was no different than those shitty assholes who play around with girls' feelings and act like a different person in public. I hate myself for making you cry. I hate myself for making it harder for you to stick around." His eyes met hers and instantly, he realized his mouth had been doing all the work again.

"Once again, you're feeling sorry for yourself." She scoffed and moved to stand. Eddie's hand grabbed hers, and she snatched it away, but hesitated before she did so.

"Please, just listen." She seemed just as hesitant, contemplative, but remained seated. "All I can do is say sorry. Every time, and I wanted to be better than that."

"Don't want to be better, Eddie. Just be better." It wasn't meant to be mean, just an observation. A command he wanted so desperately to meet if it meant he'd get her back.

"I'm working towards that." He grinned nervously, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what. Apologies-"

"Apologies don't work or count or whatever if you don't say what they're for, I know. I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I made excuses for all the hurt I put onto you. I'm sorry I let my friends' opinions get to my head. I'm sorry that I was a shitty boyfriend."

He sat, waiting for her answer, but avoiding her eyes. His own gaze was fixated in the leaves below his feet.

"You have a tendency to do that." She sighed.

Eddie finally met her eyes, questions lingering on his lips, along with the apologies and "I hate myself"s. His brows furrowed, "Which part are you referring to, exactly?"

"People's opinions." Y/N stated. "People's opinions and your emotions don't make the best duo. We come from different crowds with different opinions. But I don't pretend that I'm not dating you to save face for the squad or the team."

"I wasn't trying..." He stopped himself, grabbing the reigns metaphorically of course. "I was. I let the opinions I didn't even know and the opinions of assholes get in the way of our relationship. I know I fucked it up. I'm really sorry."

"I know." Eddie waited. He waited for her to say those three words. Any of the possible combinations. "I love you" "I forgive you" "I'm sorry too". He waited with his heart in his throat.

"But you've already lit the damn dynamite, and I'm still recovering from the blast."

He was a hurricane, blowing through the town of Hawkins. He was a hurricane, and she was caught in the eye of his storm.

You didn't think she'd forgive him that easy, did you? I'm sorry lmao but the angst was too good, especially with the song

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A miracle | Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Avenger!Reader

Request: If possible could you do some angst/fluff for Natasha Romanoff x Avenger Wife Reader where reader is pregnant with their first child and when Natasha and the Team has to go on mission reader goes into labor and almost dies from childbirth only to find out their child inherited Readers powers

Word count: 1760

Warnings: r has superpowers, r is pregnant, near death during childbirth (r and baby), emergency c-section, angst with happy ending.

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You were pregnant with your and Natasha’s first child. The two of you were extremely excited to be starting this journey together. You were currently 32 weeks pregnant and had stopped working. Of course, usually you get maternity leave when you’re 36 weeks pregnant but seeing as you’re a part of the Avengers, the team made sure that you were out of harm’s way as soon as possible. If it was up to your best friend Wanda she’d have had you sit out training and intel missions way sooner, but you convinced her 30 weeks was early enough.

Natasha has been great during the pregnancy. She’s always been amazing, but she really stepped up to help you with everything you needed, from food cravings to your chores around the compound. When Natasha was away on missions you relied on Wanda to do these things for you. Which Wanda happily did, she was like your sister. You grew up with her and Pietro back at Hydra where you got your powers, similar to Pietro you got superhuman speed and everything that came with it. At Hydra they had wanted to test out if the powers would work differently on the male and female body, turned out there were no differences.

The last two days Natasha had been away on an intel mission, nothing too major, just following people around seeing where they keep their data. You’re watching a movie on the couch with Wanda when a sharp pain in your stomach makes you scream out. Wanda is immediately by your side as well as Pietro who runs in a couple second later after hearing the scream. “What’s wrong?” They ask simultaneously. “I don’t know but it hurts.” You cry out.

“I’ll call Dr. Cho to get her to the infirmary, Pietro can you get y/n there?” Wanda says already dialing Dr. Cho’s number. Pietro nods and picks you up gently, trying his best to not cause you more pain. Once he has a good hold on you he sprints off. In the infirmary he places you gently on the bed. Your hands instantly grip the railing of the bed screaming out in pain again.

Dr. Cho comes rushing in the room with Wanda right behind her. She puts all kinds of monitors on you and around your stomach for the baby to figure out what is happening. The machines start beeping like crazy when another pain wave hits. Dr. Cho tries to read them, but the numbers change too quickly. You reach your hand out to Wanda, “Nat. I need Nat.” Tears running down your face as the pain hasn’t gone down one bit. “I’m on it.” She says giving your hand a quick squeeze.

Walking out the room Wanda dials Nat’s number. Natasha picks up the phone, “This better be urgent, I’m kind of busy here Maximoff.” After Natasha finishes her sentence she hears Wanda sniff on the other side of the line. Instantly she drops her annoyance and gets worried. “Nat, you need to come back quickly. Something is wrong with y/n and the baby. Dr. Cho is doing everything she can, but we don’t know what’s happening. You just need to be here soon, she needs you.”

Natasha takes a deep breath. “I’m on my way. Tell her I’ll be there soon.” With that she grabs her jacket and runs outside, not caring about her cover anymore. She jumps on her motorcycle and speeds back home.

“Pietro, I need you to go to the hospital and get an ultrasound machine, quickly.” Dr. Cho yells over the beeping. Pietro speeds out of the room as Wanda enters again. “Nat is one her way, she’ll be here soon.” You grip Wanda’s hand as another wave of excruciating pain hits you. Crying out as the pain keeps steady for a longer period of time. Once it settles again you manage to tell Dr. Cho between heavy breaths that it feels like your stomach is going to explode as each wave of pain hits.

Before Natasha walks into the room, she wipes her tears away, wanting to present strong to you. Though her strong front falters the second she steps in and hears you screaming out in pain. Her heart breaks at the sight of you. She rushes to your side. “Oh detka, I’m here. I am right here.”

Once your pain goes down a bit again Natasha gets up and walks towards Dr. Cho. “Helen, please tell me you can help them. What’s happening?” Dr. Cho places a hand on her shoulder, “I will do everything to try and help them, but so far I haven’t been able to figure out what’s wrong. Every time your wife has these excruciating pains her readings go off the charts and I lose the babies vitals. Pietro should be back soon with an ultrasound machine, I’m hoping to be able to see what’s happening then.”

Natasha moves back to your side and places a cold towel over your forehead after wiping the sweat away. The coldness of the towel feels nice, but of course doesn’t help much as a pain reliever. Dr. Cho said she can’t give any medicine until she knows what’s wrong, it would be safer for both you and the baby that way. For now, all she can give you is fluids to keep you hydrated.

Shortly after Pietro sprints into the room with the ultrasound machine. While Dr. Cho is setting it up another sharp pain hits you. Both Natasha and Wanda reach for one of your hands while Pietro helps Dr. Cho start up the machine so they can use it right away. Luckily with Pietro’s speed they have it working in no time and Dr. Cho can take a look at the baby with the transductor.

Everyone looks at the monitor with shocked expressions on their faces. Neither Natasha, Wanda or Pietro are by any means doctors, nor did they have much experience with reading ultrasounds, but even they could see that the baby was moving way too fast. Dr. Cho confirms their thoughts by saying, “Y/n and Natasha, it looks as if your baby has inherited y/n’s powers. And by the looks of it we need to get you to a hospital, every time you experience these pains your vitals and those from the baby seem to get worse. I’m sorry to tell you bluntly like this but you need to get a c-section as soon as possible or I’m not sure if you and the baby will make it.”

The decision to get you to the hospital was a quick one, everyone had their best interest in you and the baby surviving. With an ambulance on the way Natasha is quick to pack the last few things for your hospital bag, which luckily you had started per advice from the doctors.

Dr. Cho rode in the ambulance with you since she had experience with powered people and most ambulance and hospital personnel did not. Wanda teleports herself, Natasha, and Pietro to the emergency room where they wait for your arrival.

An hour after your arrival you’re back in the recovery room, besides being extremely tired your vitals have gone up and you’re getting stronger as well. Not only were you doing much better, so was the baby. You welcomed a baby boy into your family. Other than being on the small side since he was born premature he was a healthy baby. You named him Max, a reference to the Maximoff twins, since without them you would have never met Natasha and the rest of your chosen family.

You and the baby had to stay in the hospital for a couple of days. You for recovery and Max to get a bit stronger. Natasha stayed by your side throughout all four of the days. While Wanda and Pietro had gone back to the compound to get the team together to finish up the nursery and plan the baby shower for when you got back. It was an immense help since you hadn’t been prepared to have the baby eight weeks early.

When you brought baby Max home for the first time the living room was filled with both your friends and family, welcoming you home. The place was filled with banners saying, ‘Welcome home!’ and ‘It’s a boy!’. There was a cake with the first picture of the three of you had been printed on and a table full of presents.

After putting your bags down Pietro offered to hold his ‘little runner buddy’ so you and Natasha could properly greet everyone. Occasionally Pietro had to hold Max out since he was moving his legs at such a speed it was likely to hurt when the little feet would touch him. The superspeed made Max his arms and legs strong quickly, Dr. Cho guessed that Max would be crawling and then walking in no time. Which was scary and cool at the same time.

You had a great welcome home/baby shower party but had to excuse yourself from everyone. “Thank you so much for all of this. Please continue the celebration of our little guy, but I really have to take a nap. I haven’t had this much human interaction in a week.” You finish with a joke.

Max was fast asleep in Melina’s arms. She nods in Natasha’s direction, a silent ‘I’ve got the baby, go be with your wife.’ Natasha smiles at the gesture before she jogs up to you and places her hand on the small of your back. “Do you need anything before your nap, detka?” She asks while she places a kiss to your temple. “All I need is your cuddles.” You reply with a sleepy smile.

“Anything for my beautiful wife.” She says opening your bedroom door and inviting you in. You lay down on the bed, Natasha lays down next to you and pulls the cover up to cover the both of you. You were still very sore. The doctor had advised you to sleep on your left side, so that’s what you did. Natasha laid down as your big spoon and put a comforting arm around you.

You fell asleep in no time while Natasha took a bit longer, but she didn’t mind. She was just admiring you. She had always known you were strong, but the past couple of day you had really shown just how strong you really are. With a content sigh she falls asleep thinking of the amazing mom you are and will be.

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Shoulda, Woulda, Coulda (Part 2)

a/n: I’m terribly sorry this is late but it’s been a busy week. Please forgive me. Currently finishing up part 3!  Warning; this is angstyyyyyyyy

Joel Miller x Reader 

Word Count: 2186

PART 1         Masterlist 

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Awkward tension disseminated the stifling space they found themselves trapped in. Ellie and Y/N’s attention darted to the cranky man, an element of surprise sneaking up on both.

Y/N fidgeted nervously picking at the hardened callus adorning her right palm. Her cheeks flared to life nearly unmissable to the common eye, but Joel? No, not a day passed he didn’t linger a second longer than appropriate. Shit, he practically lived for an accidental touch of the shoulder or brush of the leg. Joel was in stuck in hell and acutely aware of the angel and demon at war. Y/N was magnificent and he sure as hell didn’t…doesn’t say it enough.

Hastier than usual, Y/N grabbed her backpack with expert speed sprinting out the door towards freedom. She flew like a bat outta hell. Sunlight danced across her face. The warmth a welcoming distraction. Y/N gulped an anxious breath quelling her jitters. Whether by choice or not…she was fate’s bitch again.

Ellie’s hands waved maddeningly trying to nab Joel’s attention but the cowboy stood frozen transfixed by the last five minutes.

“Uh, earth to Joel?!”

Reality snapped back in place as Joel stared at the proud youngster. An aggravated grunt was all he mustered walking towards the door and out of this shithole. Ellie trailed behind.

The trio journeyed further down the path the wilted map laid out, one step closer to Wyoming, to a new beginning. Eager to break the discomfort, Ellie reached for her book. Anything was better than nothing, right? El thought so.

“Hey, I got a new one for you guys.”

The pages whipped in the wind forcing her to lose track of the current page.

“Any day now would be nice, ya know?” Joel’s prickly mood settled the score. Things were definitely soaring past uncomfortable and landed on planet catastrophe. Y/N stopped kicking dust up on Joel’s heels.

“Cut the shit, Joel. Let the girl speak.”

His answer or lack of must have been sufficient enough for Y/N as they moved onwards. Y/N grew fond of the child eventually loving the sweet but sour teen chiseling bit by bit but Ellie was worth the risk. Always.

A lighthearted tone filtered through their ears; a welcomed noise to the alternative.

“Why can’t you hear a pter—pt”

“Pterodactyl. It’s a dinosaur.”

Ellie repeated; the word feeling foreign on her tongue.

“Whatever. Why can’t you hear a pterodactyl going to the bathroom?”

Y/N smiled waiting for the punch line. Joel staggered ahead trying his best to ignore the current ladies of his life. Y/N counted to ten; “Oh out with it already! Enlighten us.”

An innocent laughter accompanied hardly allowing Ellie to reveal the answer; “Because…the p is silent!”

She broke into a fit of giggles amused at her own joke.

“Wow, might have to file that way away for a rainy day kiddo.”

They trekked six more hours before finding stable campgrounds. One by one, their sleeping bags rolled along the frosty, unforgiving terrain just close enough but never touching. With the sun long set and a fire ablaze, everyone settled into their nightly routine which usually consisted of Ellie reading her comic books and Joel retreating so far into his own head. Easier that way... It annoyed the living piss outta him. His hand clenched wishing to lace his fingers with hers, a pathetic token of affection. But the rational part of his brain told him to shut it off and bury it so deep not even he would know its residence.

“I’ll take first and second watch. Y’all catch some sleep.”

His eyes shifted over Ellie; “And don’t think you can stay up all night reading, tomorrow’s a big day for all us. That includes you, Y/N.”

Two silent beats passed. Joel resumed; “And don’t think I don’t know bout Frank sneakin you that sack of books you keep poorly hidden. Don’t fool yourself, darling. I’m always one step ahead.”

Her eyebrow rose in morbid curiosity; “Just because some of us are determined to quite literally suck the fun out of this shitty world doesn’t equivalent said person having absolutely anything to say about mine.”

Ellie agreed quickly nodding intuitively; “Oh, Y/N. What would I do without you?”

Her rebuttal was quick witted; “Not sure, die maybe?”

“Yep, you are so my favorite.”

A miserable grumble echoed back; “Heard that.”

“Goodnight o loveable child I never wanted but slowly let into my cold wretched heart regardless.”

“Sweet dreams, sucker.”  

Hours ticked by bringing him to the cuff of midnight madness. Joel surveyed the frozen forest scattered in shadows and secrecy. He hated when there wasn’t a clear-cut option. When it was kill or be killed, you’re suddenly forced to choose and fast. Little snores filtered the frigid air reminding him they at least would live to see another day.

 For the next couple minutes, Joel scavenged his memories; the ones that tugged at him most frequently were with his beautiful baby and Y/N. Every birthday, holiday, and Saturday movie night of their lives was spent creating infectious happiness. If only he had stayed the night he opted to run or kissed her without hesitation, given an ounce of himself so she could possibly understand the gaping hole she forever filled in his heart. She was his best friend, his confidante, his past. Too scared to be lovers, eternally looped in boundless temptation.  

Sarah’s death had permanently hardened him reliving the screeching cries of Y/N, the utter desperation tied in her howls, and the forlorn terror taking ahold of Tommy at the sight of Sarah’s lifeless limbs. The aching emptiness of her death shaped him into the monster he was today…maybe always has been. Y/N was a reminder of everything decent he ever had and for was reason alone to keep her at arm’s length no matter the cost. Joel Miller was a man of his word…most of the time.

Dampened twigs snapped beneath worn boots in the distance between him and the girls. His girls. Deep down Joel knew things could never pan out even in pre-Outbreak. He hid like a coward in plain sight from anything out of his control and that usually meant Y/N. Never predictable, a constant that scared Joel to his core. But not now, not when survival predictably remained on the forefront of his mind. He made a promise to Tess and he’d be damned if he didn’t do his best to fulfil it. Life was merciless and winter didn’t help their shared misery. He too was thankful to be closing in on their predicted coordinates, to Tommy.

A small hand rested atop his shoulder squeezing slightly. Joel tensed turning around. The pair exchanged looks. Her voice was soft like churned butter; “Let’s switch. You go rest up.”

At her cruelest, Y/N was compassionate. A calloused palm connected with her warm cheek. Y/N inadvertently leaned into the reassuring stroke. Her hypnotic eyes fluttered open at the foreign sensation jolting back. She sighed. Why did it always feel so natural with Joel? Why was this curse laid upon Y/N, to love and never truly know love. She was convinced it was some cruel cosmic prank handcrafted just for her. He lingered, thumb caressing the corner of her rosy lips. Flickers of hazel filtered through his irises allowing himself a moment of reprieve and relaxation. He bathed it in.

Their blissful bubble burst too quickly pummeling them to reality. Y/N pulled away instantly missing the welcomed heat.

“Y/N…”

With lightning speed, Y/N propelled off the soggy ground sprinting near a clearing. When deemed far enough, Y/N paused her back facing Joel. He stopped leaving minimal space.  

“No. You don’t get to do this. Not now, not ever. You hear me, Joel Miller?”

Confusion was written all over his face; “Darlin’, please talk—”

Y/N shook her head, her shoulders slumped forward; “See Joel, you can’t say things like that. I’m not your girl, you’ve made that abundantly clear time and time again so what else could we possibly have left to discuss, hm?”

“That’s not fair.”

A chortle slipped from Y/N only angering his budding temper.

Her gaze seared into his; “You really wanna do this?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”  

“Fine, let’s fucking go.”

Y/N angled her body facing Joel.

“You love the way I make you feel. The endless compliments, the incessant worship, the prioritized attention, I mean the list just keeps going. You give me just enough of yourself and then inevitably pull away. Girl after girl just waltz through and I let you because I figured it was better to have you in any capacity than not at all. I fucked up by putting you first, but you allowed it, didn’t you?”

She bit the inside of lip refusing to cry in front of him. He didn’t deserve the privilege. His mouth opened ready to interject. Y/N continued.

“I’ve been in love with you for so fucking long, humiliation would be too nice of a term. Don’t bullshit or bait me. Every morning I wake up, I have to swallow this bitter pill. So no offense but fuck you for using me to make you happy until you felt like you didn’t need me anymore and left me wondering where I went wrong.”

Words flew fast; “Yer putting words in my mouth! Haven’t even given me a fighting chance. You’ve already called the winner.”

Y/N’s hands fisted by her side in attempt to suppress her irritation.

“I gave you two decades. I hated myself for imagining you. Every kiss, every caress, every fucking thing. And then you--.”

His heart jumpstarted genuinely fearful of the path they were going down.

“The night we made love, I thought I’d finally won, that the heavens aligned or some bullshit. You’d never kissed me like that before. When I found you gone in the morning, I still held out, you were going to be different. You fucked me and discarded me for the newest model. Guess you got it out of your system.”

“S’not how I remember it.”

“No? Remember making me your glorified secret until Outbreak Day? You were embarrassed and I was heartbroken. Luckily, some higher power saw fit to give me a six-year breather until running into you …and Tess.”

Joel was solemn, remorseful and unsure what qualities she found attractive.  

“Is it my turn yet? Great. Now listen here, I was an asshole and a manipulator, and an overall garbage human. I worked too much, made no time for hobbies of my own, I didn’t...don’t understand why you--.” His voice shook for barely a second finding his footing quick; “You deserved an entire galaxy. I couldn’t give you that, not on my best day. Eventually, you would resent me. An ordinary loser who couldn’t begin to make you happy.”

“That wasn’t your choice to make alone. It takes two to tango.”

“I know.”

“We’ve done this dance before. I’m tired, Joel. I wanna live just for a second without this hostility, this fury underneath my skin. I need to—exist.”  

Ellie’s sweet snorts erupted the intensity. Thank God, the youngster isn’t eavesdropping for once. The rustle of trees casted dazzling shadows and a far spookier imagery.

“It’s bout time we go our own ways. Don’t you think?... Joel, I’d rather live without you than like this.”

It tasted putrid leaving an unpleasant taste in her mouth; “Ellie is the only reason I’m here. That girl softened something in me and I know you hate that and yer a hardass but guess what, Joel? You aren’t the only one that lost somebody so quit being so damn selfish and buck up. It’s more than just you and me, old man.”

His signature scowl was more than enough for Y/N to know he got the message. She awaited his rebuttal but it didn’t come. She stood resolute and waited again met with nothing. His upper lip snarled but Joel nodded nonetheless. Dreadful relief flooded her system. The metallic taste of blood overcame his senses realizing he’d torn the inside of his cheek. Say something, anything you idiot!

He didn’t. Because this wasn’t a fairy tale and he wasn’t a prince. Shoulda, woulda, coulda.

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Ellie awoke with a loud yawn, alerting the group. Y/N and Joel ignored each other packing in complete silence. Ellie’s eyes bounced from grump to grumpier electing not to rock the boat. Y/N pulled the map showing Ellie the trail; “How many days does that equal? My math isn’t, uh, 100% reliable.”

Joel butted in; “Day or two give or take. Almost to Jackson County which means it just a few miles at that point. Time to get goin’.”

El trudged through the infinite icy slush together. Her socks were damped sticking to weirdly to the heel of her left foot. Though crisp, cool air was much welcomed compared to stale, humid summers. Turns out, global climate was indeed not a joke. Luckily, that too fell with the collapse of society. With their destination soon in sight, Y/N could’ve sworn a spark of hope ignited in her veins.

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[maya-eden]

Sixth Sense - Part 2 ~ Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: Foul Language, Fighting

Word Count: ~3.4K

Part 1 | Part 2

"What about now?" 

"No...just no."

"Ugh, I don't get what I'm doing wrong!"

Natasha's frustrated huff was received with a chuckle by Y/N, who tried burying her face against her pillow to muffle the noise, only to be whacked in the arm by the redhead.

"This sucks, you suck! I mean, who even invented this shit? Makes no logical sense at all." Natasha refused to admit defeat so instead preferred condemning the game.

"It's a kid's game, Red."

"Yeah, a very stupid one at that. Can I put this card over this one when they aren't the same color? And what if they are the same color and the numbers don't match? Can I add a +2 after you or not? You didn't explain this well enough." Natasha let her annoyance get the best of her and babbled all her words out at a speed far greater than what Y/N could ever pick up on.

Catching up on her misstep, she opened her mouth to apologize but when her remorseful eyes met her best friend's all statements were lost.

"Why are you smiling at me like that?"

Y/N appeared to be caught off guard by the question, looking down at the bed covers under her and gulping dryly as she came up with an answer.

"I don't think you have the mental capacity to play UNO."

Natasha wasn't expecting that, she huffed out in slight annoyance and nudged the chuckling Y/N in the leg before shoving the cards to the end of her bed and also laying down beside her best friend.

"Whatever. Gosh, I'm tired." The red-head brought her arm up to cover her eyes, not noticing the dreamy gaze that had taken over Y/N's eyes as she watched her.

"I'm on the lookout tonight, you can rest."

Natasha furrowed her eyebrows and perched up, looking at the other girl with confusion, "You were on lookout duty yesterday, though. Tonight's my night."

"I was on lookout two days ago. Tonight's my night."

She quirks an eyebrow at the response, trying to backtrack her days to make sure she wasn't being fibbed to.

"Y/N/N, are you trying to gaslight a master spy slash super hot assassin?"

Y/N's lips tilted into a small smirk and she adjusted herself on the bed to be closer to Natasha.

Slowly lowering the redhead to lay on her arms, she began running her hand through Nat's curls, making her, almost immediately, sigh in relaxation. "I don't know, am I?" She whispered.

Natasha's eyelids dropped and she couldn't do anything but nod in response, enjoying the warmness that Y/N's touch brought her.

She felt as if she was laying on clouds, "You're comfy." She confided quietly against Y/N's chest, knowing the latter wouldn't be able to hear her or read her lips.

Natasha slowly slipped further and further away from this reality, a peaceful dream world impatiently waiting for her. She was almost reaching it, when the steady scratches on her scalp were suddenly halted.

Groaning in resentment, she tilted her head, looking up to catch Y/N already watching her.

"Have you ever thought of escaping?"

The unexpected question made Natasha sit up with wide eyes and a fallen mouth, scooting away from Y/N as if the latter had stung her.

"What?"

Not missing the tension that suddenly filled the room, Y/N also sat up and faced her best friend, reaching forward to grasp the redhead's hand in her own.

"I just...I wa-why don't w-" she cut off her stuttering with an annoyed sigh and played with Natasha's fingers as she thought her words through. It didn't matter how much time had passed nor how low long the two had been best friends...even nowadays at almost eighteen, Y/N would find herself nervous at Natasha's more serious gazes.

"I don't want to fight or kill anyone else, Nat. I don't wanna hear stupid Madam B talking about Animal Planet again and I definitely don't want to pretend like I don't know you when there are other people around." The desperation for something more was presented in her strained voice and furrowed eyebrows.

She clenched Natasha's hand tightly as she spoke her next words, "I like you, Natasha. Why don't we escape together and live freely? Just you and me."

Needless to say, Natasha was caught off guard by the abrupt speech, having never heard such a narrative coming from Y/N before.

She pulled her hand away from her best friend's and drew it up to feel Y/N's head, searching for bumps.

"Did you hit your head when we invaded that warehouse some hours ago?" The question was genuine and the worry was obvious in Natasha's gaze but Y/N only rolled her eyes and looked out the window of their hotel room.

Their graduating ceremony was almost here so they both had joked about this being their last chance at gathering the best possible youth memories. After that, they'd constantly be shipped around the world to accomplish mission after mission and God knows how lucky they'd have to be paired up on missions as frequently as they had been until now.

Paris didn't seem to be too bad of an option for their last night together as teens. All they had to do was infiltrate a governmental warehouse that stored several classified documents. They were in and out in an hour without being seen, experience and skill making them as smooth with the operation as possible.

Tomorrow they'd be going back to Russia and Y/N saw this as her last chance to set things straight with Natasha.

She breathed in some air and suddenly faced the redhead again, "Tell me you don't like me, Nat. Look me in the eyes and tell me that." Her tone, as well as her usually soft gaze, were suddenly more strict and tense.

"I don't lik-" Her sentence was interrupted when Y/N suddenly gripped both of her cheeks and turned her head to make her look at her.

"Look at me when you lie." She whispered, clenching her jaw in what seemed to be irritation but also pain.

Natasha could read her too well. Every little expression on Y/N's face, that had once appeared so bland and monotonous to her, was now a myriad of feelings, thoughts, and emotions.

Her gaze fell to stare at her best friend's lips and she slowly found herself leaning in.

Gosh, the countless times she had wished to just let go of her fears and take those lips into her own. Taste them. See if they were as soft as they looked.

Natasha thought about what it would be like. To run away from the organization. Find herself a normal job and live a common life without worrying about whether she'd make it out alive tomorrow or not.

And then she pictured Y/N by her side.

"Just the two of us?" She whispered out, lost in the moment and looking for Y/N to guide her through the darkness.

"You and me, Red." The latter replied with nothing but sincerity in her gaze.

Natasha couldn't help but smile at the images that filled her head, reaching forward to gently cup the back of Y/N's neck.

She was about to fully lean in and meet her best friend's lips when something poked her thumb. Y/N was too caught up in the interaction to realize what was going on, but Natasha knew fully well what she was touching. The sharp little disk at the back of the other girl's neck...a tracking device.

The one Dreykov would use to locate and capture them. He'd get them back- even if he had to use all of his Widows to do so.

He'd torture them and kill them. Parade their bodies around the Red Room as a lesson for every other girl.

'You escape, you die. This is your aquarium, trying to leave it will only result in you choking to death'

So Natasha pulled away at the last second and cleared her throat before looking away. Her gaze fell on the UNO cards at the end of the bed.

"Can't we just go back to playing cards? This is our last real night as teens so why do we need to ruin it?"

Y/N was, visibly, caught completely off guard. Her eyes were almost fully closed since she was ready to be swept off her feet with a kiss that would take her breath away, so she didn't fully catch Natasha's words.

"W-what?" She stuttered out.

Natasha suddenly huffed and stood from the bed, marching from one side of the room to the other. Conflicted emotions shone brightly on her face.

She suddenly stopped and turned to Y/N with a clenched jaw and furrowed eyebrows.

"Listen, I accept whatever you are but you have no right to push your agenda on me and try to manipulate me into doing something as reckless as even thinking about escaping."

The room was bathed in silence as Y/N tried to assimilate and think Natasha's words through.

The redhead was emotional and her words came out fast, lips blurring together into an incomprehensible mess that she couldn't read.

After the secret was revealed, Natasha was pretty quick to adapt to Y/N's disability, even in an environment as unhelpful as the Red Room.

Whenever it was just the two of them, she'd articulate her words precisely, while making sure to not look like a clown like she did the first time she had tried doing that.

When they were surrounded by people and Natasha noticed the small hint of fear flashing through Y/N's eyes whenever she didn't understand something, she would sneakily and silently guide her back into clarity. Be it with little gestures, nudges, and sometimes even full-on encrypted messages.

Right now, though, unlike all of those times, Natasha seemed to be too caught up in her emotions, rolling her eyes in anger when Y/N asked her to repeat herself.

"Fucking hell, Y/N!" Natasha gripped her hair in frustration and approached the girl. She tapped Y/N's chest a bit more forcefully than she initially intended to, "You." "And me?" Natasha tapped her own chest before shaking her head, "Never gonna happen. Did you catch that?"

"Why are you treating me like I'm a fucking moron?" Y/N squinted her eyes in pure confusion and discomfort.

Natasha snickered, "Because you are acting like one! Thinking we could be a thing and then asking me to run away with you? I mean, where are we? Hollywood Boulevard? We are not in a fairy tale, Y/N. We belong to the Red Room so you better start fucking accepting that. Control your feelings and act like the damn top-class student you are. 'Cause I'm done playing pretend with you. I'm done acting like everything is alright between us when we both know you have feelings for me and can't control yourself. I. Am. Done." Natasha asserted everything in one quick breath, not caring that Y/N wouldn't have picked up on every single word she said, and collected her jacket and duffel bag from the floor.

Without looking back at her best friend, she snatched her weapons from the chair they had been set in and bolted out the door.

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The next time Natasha saw her friend was three weeks after their fight at the hotel.

Y/N seemed to be avoiding her like the plague but it's not like the redhead had foreseen any other reaction from her...she just hoped, deep down, they could miraculously continue being friends, despite recognizing very well how much of an asshole she had been.

Life went on for both of them.

They were both sent on two separate missions, and by the time Natasha arrived, she was rushed into the training grounds.

The test for her ceremony had begun.

Killing the man was harder than she originally thought and then fighting the super soldier was no easy task either. Natasha convinced herself that if she let go now, she could end all the suffering in her life. 

But Madam B knew her far too well to not know when she wasn't committing 100% to a fight.

Natasha won and, in the blink of an eye, found herself strapped to a gurney with numerous nurses scrambling around her as she was being transported down a lengthy hallway.

The procedure left her alone with her subconscious for some hours.

When she woke up again, this time without her reproductive organs, she found herself already wanting to give up on the new life she had just started.

"I should've taken up on your offer to run." The drugs still present in her system turned her mind foggy and made her smile sloppily at Y/N, who had been sitting on the ground beside the infirmary bed and holding onto her hand for the past three hours.

The Y/E/C eyed girl didn't want to risk being discerned by one of the guards or the nurses doing their rounds, so the best solution was just ducking out of sight and hiding whenever someone came in.

"I'm not here to talk," Y/N commented shortly and coldly.

"Yeah, why are you here then? I haven't seen you in weeks."

Natasha would have known the answer to her question if she wasn't drugged out of her mind.

They had both been fearing this procedure for a while now and swore to be there for each other when the time came. So, when Y/N arrived back from her mission, bloody and exhausted, her feet seemed to form a mind of their own and she made her way to her friend.

That didn't mean she wasn't mad or disappointed, though, so she stayed quiet, ignoring the way Natasha squeezing her hand to get her attention brought butterflies to her stomach or the way such action made her rethink the redhead's words from the other day.

"Your hair is surprisingly fluffy for the shit soap they give us here." Natasha's free hand suddenly met Y/N's head.

The girl leaned forward and buried her nose in her best friend's curly hair, loving the comforting but fresh scent Y/N always seemed to carry. The latter had been using braids for the past few days because of her mission, so it was normal for her hair to have more volume.

Natasha didn't seem to pick up on this fact, though. "Very curly hair." She commented with a surprised hum.

"And you always smell very good which is unfair to us common mortals."

"Shut it, Natasha." Y/N hissed out, not amused by the antics. If the drugged girl proceeded with her spurs, guards would be bursting through the doors any second now.

"Oh dear lord! God of fluffy hair and good smells-" the redhead was almost shouting, employing every trick in her books to get Y/N's attention.

"-Natasha shut up!" Y/N whisper-shouted, pulling on Natasha's arm.

"Please, bring back what was once mine and give me my best friend's attention back! I was an ass and deserve puni-" Natasha's loud exclamations were cut off by a hand that was suddenly clasped to her mouth, keeping her silent.

Now standing, Y/N seemed a bit more amused, rolling her eyes and looking away in an attempt to hide the growing smile on her face.

"You're such an idiot." She grumbled, peaking at the window of the room to see if Natasha had caused any commotion.

Not catching any unusual behavior in the empty hallways, Y/N turned back to Natasha and suddenly noticed the way she was already watching her with pure admiration and love in her green eyes.

Y/N let her go and tilted her head with curiosity, wanting to see what her best friend would do.

"I'm in love with you, Y/N."

This considerably dampened Y/N's mood, "What?"

"I love you with my whole being and I want to live with you and have kids and a cat and maybe a turtle an-"

Natasha was cut off by the other girl, "-No, no, no." Y/N repeatedly shook her head, a deep frown taking over her face as her posture tensed up.

"Yes, Y/-" Natasha ignored the pain that coursed through her entire body to sit up and reach forward to cup Y/N's cheek, only to have her hand slapped away.

"-No, no. Natasha, I get that you're drugged but you're being mean."

"Y/N, I'm telling you the truth, let's leave this place. Let-"

Once again, Natasha was cut off.

The redhead's words seemed to be too much for Y/N. She shook her head again and backed away from the bed, "-Stop, stop it!"

She stared at the redhead with teary eyes and this appeared to be more than enough to bring Natasha back to her senses.

"I've been telling you that I like you since we were thirteen. You and I both know that I meant it romantically but you always brushed it off as a simple platonic comment. So you can't just tell me those words after the one time you royally fuck up. I understand that you may not feel the same way, but using my feelings as leverage to make me forgive you is just mean." Y/N finished her sentence with a hard glare on her face and used the sleeve of her uncomfortable spy suit to wipe away the tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Y/N...I'm so sorry." A now much more serious and honest-looking Natasha spoke up, tears also filling her eyes.

She opened her mouth to continue her apology but her best friend beat her to it.

"I don't wanna hear it while you're like this. You're gonna heal and during that time you better start making up a god damn good apology inside that head of yours to make me forgive you. In the meantime, you stay quiet and go back to sleep." Y/N sniffled, once again whipping her tears with her sleeves and crouching down to sit on the floor. She silently held her hand out between them.

Natasha couldn't help the small teary smile that reached her face at the action and interlaced their fingers.

She knew she had messed up...but she also knew she could fix it. She was going to fix it.

Natasha did as told and spent the week where she was bedridden because of the vasectomy coming up with the best apology she could muster.

She was discharged on Friday and Y/N had left for a mission one day before that, leaving Natasha an apprehensive mess while she waited for her return.

Unfortunately, Natasha was dispatched on a mission a week later, on the same Monday that Y/N arrived from her mission.

The redhead cursed her luck at their misaligned schedules, reevaluating her apology over and over again as she infiltrated the building where her mission was about to take place.

Fate appeared to have different agendas for the two girls, though, because that day Natasha would find herself face to face with the one and only, Clint Barton.

The man who offered her a getaway out of the world she was imprisoned in all her life. He gave her a second chance at life, an opening to redeem herself and make up for all the wrongs she had brought about.

He assured her she wouldn't have to look back on this part of her life...that she could leave it all behind and move on to create a better future.

And Natasha accepted his propositions and surrender.

As the cuffed redhead strode inside the unfamiliar jet that would bring her to the United States and took a curious look around, Y/N opened her eyes for the first time after her vasectomy and also took a curious look around the familiar medical room she was laying in.

"Wakey, wakey, Y/N."

She anticipated a mop of red crouching beside her bed and smiling up at her but instead found Madam B and Dreykov surrounded by armed escorts.

They didn't look too pleased and readily dismissed her anguished cries, unhooking her from the machines and roughly hauling her across the Red Room towards Draykov's office.

They shackled her to an uncomfortable wooden chair and sat in front of her, letting one of the guards hold a knife to her face.

"Now...what can you tell us about Natasha Romanoff?"

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[fatecantstopme]

I Can't Lose You

PART THREE

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Summary: The BAU team is hunting a sadistic murderer and you go undercover to reveal his identity and catch him in the act. Things don’t go according to plan and so much is revealed about you, your team, and your boss…things that will change all of your lives forever.

Warnings: Flashbacks of rape and torture. Mentions of death. Cursing. Lots of angst. Sweet fluffy fluff.

A/N: Series should be read in order or it won't make sense. This part also jumps between different characters' POVs.

Part One, Part Two, Part Four

~Hotch’s POV~

She looked so small, so broken. Just looking at her was enough to break my heart, but hearing the way she said ‘I love you’ like she was saying goodbye felt like a knife in my heart. 

She was looking at me like she was trying to memorize my face…like she was convinced she was never going to see it again. Then suddenly, she closed her eyes.

“Baby, stay with me,” I pleaded.

I squeezed her hand, but she didn’t squeeze it back.

“Baby, please…”

Tears streamed down my face and my heart pounded in my chest. Then I heard the loud beep that indicated her heart had stopped beating. The medic pushed me out of the way and immediately began CPR. 

“Punch it or we’re gonna lose her!” he yelled to the driver. We were already racing down the highway, but I felt the vehicle pick up speed.

My hands were shaking and I was terrified by what was happening. I silently began to pray, begging God not to take her from me.

The medic continued to give her CPR, but she still wasn’t responsive. Then I heard the beeping begin again as her heart found a rhythm. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. 

Moments later, we pulled into the ER parking lot. Within seconds, they unloaded the gurney and raced into the hospital, with me right behind them. A nurse stepped out in front of me and calmly told me I needed to wait in the waiting room…that I couldn’t go with her. I wanted to fight her, but I knew it would be fruitless. I backed off and she guided me to a seat and told me to wait. 

I looked down at my white shirt, now stained with Isabelle’s blood, and I felt the tears begin anew. I’d always been told that tears were a sign of weakness…and I must never show weakness. I did my best to bottle up my emotion, to not show any pain on my face. I donned the mask I wore every day to hide the agony I felt inside. The fear of losing her gripped my heart in a vise and I struggled to keep the emotion off my face. 

I took a deep breath to calm myself and moments later, my team came rushing into the ER. They saw me and made a bee-line for me. As much as I loved them, the last thing I wanted to do right now was talk. Especially about Isabelle. 

Morgan reached me first. “How is she?”

“She’s in surgery.” I didn’t add that we almost lost her in the ambulance. 

“How bad is it?” Reid asked quietly. 

I looked at him and shook my head. He looked terrified and I instinctively wanted to lie to him, to protect him, but I knew I couldn’t do that. “It’s bad,” I said softly. “She’s very weak and she’s lost a lot of blood.”

Reid turned even more pale and Emily put a hand on his arm. “Reid, maybe you should sit down,” she said gently. He complied and Emily and JJ sat beside him. 

Morgan walked away to call Garcia and Rossi sat down beside me. “How are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m fine,” I lied, knowing he wouldn’t believe me.

“Come on, Aaron. Talk to me. I know you’re not okay.”

Part of me wanted to tell him everything I was feeling; just get it all out on the table. But the other part of me was too scared of what could happen if I shared all of that. If I talked about it, if I said it out loud, then it became real…and I wasn’t sure I could handle that right now.

“You’ve been through a lot these past couple years,” Rossi said. “And we’ve been with you through all of it, especially Isabelle. So don’t think for one second that we’re not going to be here when you need us the most.”

All I could do was nod. It was taking all of my self-control not to break down. I was surprised to find myself saying, “You never think this sort of thing will ever happen to you…and you never dream it could happen twice.”

Rossi’s expression was a mix of pity, sympathy, and sorrow. “I’m so sorry, Aaron. You deserve better than this.”

“Thanks,” I said quietly. “But it seems the universe has other plans.” 

“Don’t give up hope just yet. Isabelle’s a fighter…just have a little faith.”

“I can’t lose her,” I whispered.

Rossi put his hand on my shoulder. “I know,” he said gently. “I know.”

The hours passed by slowly. Everyone talked quietly, moving around occasionally. Garcia arrived a couple hours into the surgery. She had grabbed a seat on the first available flight.

I hadn’t moved in at least 3 hours. I couldn’t. I knew they were all wondering what was going on with me. I could tell they were dying to ask questions, but they were all too focused on Isabelle to bother asking me. 

At some point, a nurse came over to tell us Isabelle was still in surgery and I heard Rossi ask questions, but I tuned everything out. 

Time blurred by, but still, I didn’t move. Six hours after we walked through the ER doors, a doctor finally came out to talk to us. He looked exhausted and I instantly felt on edge. 

“How is she?” Morgan asked.

“Her injuries were quite extensive. It took a while to repair the damage the knife caused in her abdomen and to stop the bleeding. However, she’s currently stable and is resting.”

“She’s going to be okay?” Reid asked hopefully. 

“She’s not out of the woods yet, but her chances increase exponentially if she survives the night.”

We all looked at each other in concern. All of us had heard the word ‘if’. 

“What are the odds, doc?” Emily finally asked. 

“Honestly? I’d say she’s got a 60-40 chance.” He looked at each of us individually. “Are any of you her next of kin?”

“No,” Rossi said. “Her parents are deceased and her sister is out of the country.”

“How about a spouse or significant other?”

Rossi glanced over at me, but I remained silent. She wasn’t my girlfriend and it didn’t feel right to claim her as such without her permission.

“No, she’s single,” Rossi answered. “We’re her family.”

The doctor nodded. “Due to her injuries, she’s slipped into a coma. It’s likely her body is just trying to heal itself.”

At the word ‘coma’, I sunk back down into my chair. I buried my head in my hands and tried not to cry. The doctor was still talking, but I could no longer focus on his words. 

“Hotch?” JJ’s voice said a little while later. “The doctor says one of us can sit with her.”

I lifted my head up to find the entire team staring at me.

“It should be you,” Morgan added. 

I nodded and got to my feet. With trembling hands, I followed the doctor to Isabelle’s room. He led me in and I saw her laying on the bed, hooked up to various machines, her skin the same color as the sheets except for the dark blue bruising and angry red cuts.

I took a tentative step towards her and the doctor encouraged me. “Talk to her. She may be able to hear you.”

I sat down in the chair beside her bed and took her hand into mine. “Hey Isabelle, it’s Hotch,” I said. “Umm…Aaron.”

I heard the doctor quietly leave and shut the door behind himself.

“I’m so sorry,” I blurted. “I should have never let you go in there. None of this should have happened.” I closed my eyes. “But that’s not what you wanna hear. You don’t wanna hear me blaming myself, because what good will that do?” I paused. “But what else am I supposed to say? I mean, I don’t even know if you can hear me.” 

And it’s not like I’m a big talker anyway. What am I supposed to say? Should I tell her how much I love her? How desperate I am for her to open her eyes and look at me? Should I tell her all the things I’ve left unsaid?

I settled on telling her a story instead. “Do you know when it was that I first knew I loved you? It was that case in LA, with the guy who kidnapped and murdered all those kids. We’d finally caught him, but we couldn’t find the kid he’d recently kidnapped. I knew it was likely we were just looking for a body, but he didn’t wanna talk. You insisted on giving it a shot, so I let you. You humanized this man, this monster. You made him feelsomething and he told you where to find the little girl. You were so full of passion…of life. You ran out of that room and I followed you. We found that little girl alive…the look on your face when you reunited her with her parents was an incredible sight. I’d never seen anything so beautiful before. You looked at me and smiled. I could still see that fire in your eyes and that’s when I knew. I’ve tried to hide how I’ve felt for so long, but I can’t do it anymore. All I want to do is be with you.” 

Tears streamed down my face and I made the toughest decision of my life. “I want you to come back to me, Izzy. I desperately want you to open your beautiful eyes and look at me…but I can’t ask you to do that. I can’t force you to come back. It’s your choice, Isabelle. You’ve been through so much…and it would just be selfish of me to ask you to stay for me. So if you want to go…I’ll understand.”

I broke down sobbing. I buried my head in her sheets and let it all out. I’d been lucky enough in my life to have loved two incredible women…but I already lost one of them and the thought of losing the other was tearing me apart. 

I tried to picture my life without her and I simply couldn’t. She’d been a part of my life for 5 years…she’d helped me through the most difficult time of my life. Isabelle made my life better. I didn’t want to have a life that didn’t include her. 

~Morgan’s POV~

“Did any of you know?” I asked.

“Know what?” Emily asked.

“About Hotch and Isabelle?”

“They’re friends,” Rossi said. “Isabelle’s been there for him through all the hell he’s experienced the last couple years.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t see it Rossi,” I said. “He’s clearly in love with her.”

“What?” Garcia exclaimed in surprise. “Hotch? In love with Isabelle? No way.”

“It’s true,” I insisted. “You should have seen the way he reacted when she got taken…and when he saw the video.”

“I can’t believe it,” Garcia said.

“Does it really matter how he feels?” Rossi asked.

“I suppose not,” I said. “I just have to wonder if Isabelle feels the same.”

“She does,” Emily said softly. Everyone looked at her in surprise. “I saw the way she looked at him earlier today. You could see it on her face…and you could see it on his too.” 

Rossi sighed. “I saw it too. Not from Izzy, but from Hotch. He told me—back in the van—he told me he loved her. I had no idea until that moment.”

Everyone was silent for a moment. After a while, Reid broke the silence. “What if she doesn’t wake up?”

He sounded so incredibly young and vulnerable. I knew how much he loved Isabelle and I didn’t want him to blame himself for what had happened. “Don’t worry, kid. She’s going to be alright.” Maybe I was reassuring myself more than him. 

JJ reached over and squeezed Reid’s hand. “Don’t blame yourself,” she said gently. 

“It was my idea.” 

“And Isabelle wanted to do it,” Emily said. “It was her decision.”

“No one tells Isabelle what to do, Reid,” Rossi added. “She puts her life on the line for her job every day. The only remarkable thing about today is that she almost lost it.”

It was obvious from Reid’s expression that he was still blaming himself, but he did seem a little less upset. 

“Alright, we’re all exhausted,” Rossi said. “Why don’t all of you go back to the hotel and get some sleep? I’ll call you if anything changes.” We all began to protest, but Rossi held up his hand. “You’re no good to anyone if you’re sleep deprived. Now, go.”

There were grumbles all around, but everyone began to get up and prepare to leave. 

“Rossi? Do you wanna get some sleep? I’ll stay here,” I said.

Rossi shook his head. “As long as my girl is in that bed, I’ll be staying right here.”

I knew how much Isabelle meant to him, so I understood his desire to stay. “Why’d you let Hotch see her instead of you?”

“He loves her,” he said simply.

“So do you.”

Rossi smiled. “I do indeed, but I would never stand in the way of true love. He’s a good man and Izzy deserves someone who loves her like that.”

I clapped him on the back. “You’re a good man, Rossi.”

Rossi nodded. “I just hope that hearing his voice convinces her to wake up.”

“You and me, both.”

~Your POV~

You woke up in a place you didn’t recognize. The bed was soft and warm, and you had no desire to leave it. You breathed in deeply and the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted your way.

You smiled to yourself and sat up, instinctively glancing at the other side of the bed, but it was empty. You stretched and slid out of the bed, before making your way slowly to the bedroom door and down the hall. There was something familiar about this place, but you couldn’t quite place it. 

You followed the smell of coffee and walked into the kitchen. There was a tall man at the stove with his back to you. He heard you come in and turned around with a smile on his handsome face. “Hey gorgeous. Did you sleep well?”

Your jaw dropped in surprise. “Hotch?”

He looked at you quizzically, then laughed. “I think you may have slept a little too much. You only call me ‘Hotch’ when we’re at work.” 

You continued to stare at him for a few moments before shaking your head. “My brain feels a little fuzzy,” you admitted. 

He smiled and poured a cup of coffee for you. “Maybe this will help.” He handed you the cup and gave you a warm, sweet kiss.

You smiled at him and took a sip. It tasted just the way you liked it. “Delicious,” you murmured. You sat down at the table and watched him cook. He brought you a plate of your favorite breakfast foods before joining you at the table. “Wow. What’s the occasion?” 

He looked surprised. “You really did sleep hard.” He chuckled. “It’s our anniversary.” 

You nearly choked on your coffee. “Our what?” 

He lifted his left hand and wiggled his fingers at you. You noticed the wedding band on his ring finger and instinctively looked down at your own. There was a large diamond ring and platinum wedding band shinning on yours.

“You didn’t forget, did you?” he asked.

“I…I guess I did—I’m sorry.” You closed your eyes and tried to remember your wedding…nothing. Completely blank. “I don’t really remember anything.” 

He looked concerned. “What do you remember?”

You closed your eyes again. “We were working a case down in Atlanta. A Senator was raping and murdering prostitutes.”

The concern on his face intensified. “That was when I first told you I loved you.”

“Yeah, I remember that too…” but you couldn’t remember what happened after that. You could feel something there on the edge of your mind, but you couldn’t grab it. 

“Baby, that was four years ago.”

“What?” you gasped. 

“We worked that case four years ago.” 

You shook your head. “No…no that’s not possible.”

“It’s true,” he insisted.

You closed your eyes and tried to picture what happened next. “What was his name? The Senator?”

“Mark Jacobs.”

You gasped as memories of torture and agony flooded your brain. You dropped to your knees and cried out. 

Hotch grabbed your arms. “Isabelle, what’s wrong? Izzy? I’m here. Stay with me.” His voice began to fade. “Stay with me…”

~Hotch’s POV~

Suddenly, Isabelle began to convulse and machines started screaming. I jumped up as nurses raced into the room. 

They started yelling orders to each other and only one thought occupied my mind. “Isabelle…I’m right here. Stay with me.” She stopped seizing and the nurses relaxed. “Stay with me,” I whispered.

The machines commenced their normal beeping sounds and the alarms stopped ringing. I sunk back down into my chair and one of the nurses squeezed my shoulder.

“She’s alright, sweetie. It was just a minor seizure. It happens sometimes with trauma patients.”

I stared at Isabelle and nodded.

“Your wife?” she asked kindly. 

I looked up at the older woman and shook my head. “We work together.” As if that’s all she was to me…a coworker.

The nurse, ‘Ellie’ according to her nametag, raised her eyebrows. “Never known someone to care enough to sit with their coworker in a hospital overnight.”

I gathered her meaning, but for some reason I just didn’t want to admit the truth. “We’re FBI agents, so we’re really close. Practically family,” I said instead.

She nodded and glanced over at Isabelle with a shake of her head. “The poor girl has been through a lot.” She turned her focus back to me. “Tell me you caught the man who did this.”

“He’s dead,” I said dispassionately. 

She nodded again. “Good. Now you just holler if you need anything, alright?”

“Thank you.” 

She left and I focused my attention back on Isabelle. I couldn’t help but wonder if she could hear me. Part of me hoped she could and the other part hoped she was blissfully unaware. It would be miserable and terrifying to be aware yet trapped in your body. I shook my head to clear the negative thoughts, but it wasn’t working. I decided to go back out to the waiting room to tell the team to go back to the hotel to rest. 

I stopped by the nurse’s station to tell them I’d be right back. When I got out to the waiting room, only Rossi was there. 

He saw me and jumped out of his chair. “I sent everyone back to the hotel. They were exhausted.”

“You should get some rest too.”

“Nah, I’d rather be here.”

A couple people were staring at me and I realized I was still wearing my blood stained shirt. “Why don’t you come see her? I’m getting some weird looks out here.” 

Rossi nodded. “I’d really like to see her.”

We headed back to her room and Rossi entered first. When he saw her, he brought his hand to his mouth and his eyes filled with tears. “Oh my sweet Isabelle,” he said softly. 

“I’ll give you some time alone.” I started towards the door, but Rossi shook his head. 

“It’s okay. Stay. It’s what she would want anyway.” Rossi pulled up a chair on the other side of the bed and I sat back down in mine. 

We sat in silence for a little while before Rossi said quietly, “The team knows.”

I sighed. “I’m really not surprised. The last 24 hours have been rather telling.”

“Does Isabelle know how you feel?”

Dave was one of the few people I actually felt comfortable discussing this sort of thing with, so I answered him truthfully. “I told her last night at the hotel—or I guess the night before.”

“What made you tell her?”

“I don’t wanna hide how I feel anymore. Isabelle makes life worth living. I don’t care that I’m her boss. I don’t care that I’m not supposed to feel this way. I’m in love with her and it was killing me not to tell her.”

He nodded. “Izzy and I don’t often discuss her love life, but on the few occasions when I’ve asked her if she was seeing someone, she always laughed and brushed me off. She claimed no one really appealed to her, but it was always clear to me she wasn’t being entirely honest.”

I chuckled. “I never would have thought in a million years that someone like her would go for someone like me.”

Rossi raised an eyebrow. “Can I assume the man she’s been in love with these past few years is you?”

I nodded. “How did I get to be so lucky? What makes me so deserving of love, not once, but twice?”

“You’re a good man, Aaron, and you’ve got a good heart. You deserve to be happy.”

I looked at him and gave him a small smile. “I appreciate that, Dave. I’m just not sure the brass will feel the same way.”

“Screw them. Do what makes you happy. Besides, Jack adores Isabelle. You’ve gotta think about him too.”

I smiled. “He really does love her. She’s so good with him. He asks about her all the time. Jessica says he even talks about her when they’re together. He likes to tell her about all the things he does with Isabelle.”

Rossi smiled. “That’s so sweet. Jack’s a good kid.”

“He’s the best. He really could use someone like Isabelle in his life…on a full-time basis.”

Rossi raised his eyebrows. “Full-time, huh?”

I blushed. “I haven’t exactly had time to mention that to Izzy, but I’m hoping she’ll be open to the idea.”

“You’ll have plenty of time to discuss it when she wakes up.”

I grabbed Isabelle’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “I told her she didn’t have to.”

Rossi looked confused. “Didn’t have to what?”

“Wake up.” 

The confusion changed to surprise. 

“I didn’t want her to feel burdened by what I want. I want her to make the decision for herself. I know it sounds crazy, but in case she can hear me, I just wanted her to know that if she can’t fight anymore, then it’s okay to let go.”

Rossi stared at me in silence for a few seconds. “You really are a good man, Aaron Hotchner. Izzy deserves someone like you.” 

“That means a lot to me.” And I genuinely meant that. Rossi viewed Isabelle as his daughter…it’s almost like having a stamp of approval from her father.

We lapsed into a comfortable silence and I felt myself start to drift off. Within minutes, I was sound asleep upright in my chair, the beeping of the machines a soft lullaby in the background. 

**********The Next Morning

I woke up in a strange place, groggy, and disoriented. I could smell disinfectant, which only served to enhance my confusion. Then I heard the beeping of the monitors and it all came rushing back. I opened my eyes fully to see Isabelle still lying motionless on the bed. Rossi’s jacket was sitting on the back of the chair he was using, but he wasn’t there. 

“Oh dear. Did I wake you?”

I turned to see who was speaking. It was Ellie, the nurse from the night before. “No, I didn’t even hear you come in.” I yawned. 

“I just wanted to check on her before I head home.” She bustled over to the bed and started running various checks. 

“How’s she doing?” I asked tentatively.

Ellie smiled. “She made it through the night, which is a good thing. She’s quite a fighter. Her vitals look good and she appears to be stable.” She patted my shoulder. “Don’t worry, deary. I think she’s going to be just fine.”

I thanked her and she left, heading home after a long night.

Moments later, Rossi came in carrying two cups of coffee. “Morning sunshine,” he said as he handed me a cup. 

“Oh thank god,” I mumbled, taking a sip. If anything could make me feel alive, it was coffee. 

“How you holding up?” he asked as he sat down across from me.

“I’m alright. The nurse said she looks good.” 

Rossi smiled. “Isabelle’s not one to give up.”

“You don’t have to tell me that.”

Seconds later, my phone rang. I audibly sighed. “It’s Strauss.”

“I’d recommend answering that if I were you.”

I sighed again and answered the phone. “Hotchner.”

“How’s Isabelle holding up?” she asked without preamble. 

“She’s in a coma. She experienced quite a lot of trauma.”

“That’s quite unfortunate,” she paused. “I’m sorry to do this, but I need your team back here immediately. There’s an urgent case we need you on.” 

I turned pale and felt anger bubbling up. “Couldn’t you have another team do it?”

“I’m sorry, Aaron, but your team is the best. And you’ve been requested personally.”

“I can’t leave Isabelle,” I said.

“You don’t have a choice, Agent Hotchner.” 

“Look, Chief Strauss. I understand what you’re saying, but I will not leave one of my agents all alone in a hospital in a strange city. I’ll send the rest of the team. They can handle the case without me.”

I could hear the annoyance in her voice as she begrudgingly agreed. “I expect them back in DC by tonight.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said as I hung up.

Rossi eyed me quizzically.

“We’ve got a case. The team has to go.”

“You’re staying with Isabelle?”

I nodded.

“Good.” Rossi sighed. “When do we leave?”

“As soon as possible.”

“I’ll go to the hotel and get everyone. I’m sure they’ll want to see Isabelle before we go.” 

He left and I sat down again to await the team’s arrival. It wasn’t long before I heard them coming down the hall. They all filed into the room and fell quiet when they saw Isabelle. 

Garcia was the first to recover. She went to the bed and grabbed Isabelle’s hand. Tears streamed down her face. “I don’t wanna leave her.”

Morgan stood behind her and put his arm around her. “None of us do.”

The rest of the team gathered around her bed, except for Reid.

“Reid?” I said gently. 

He couldn’t even look at her and his hands were shaking. “I can’t…” he whispered.

I looked at JJ and nodded toward Reid. She moved over to him and took him by the arm. “It’s okay, Spence. You don’t have to stay in here.” She led him outside and came back in a few minutes later. “He’s still blaming himself.”

I shook my head. “It’s no more his fault than it is mine.”

“You know how he gets. He won’t listen,” she said sadly. 

“I know.”

Everyone spent some time talking to Isabelle and slowly preparing to leave. About an hour later, I escorted the team out front to say goodbye. None of them wanted to leave, but I had to put my foot down. 

“I’ll call you if anything changes, guys. So please, don’t worry.”

We said our goodbyes and I watched them drive away. I couldn’t help but wonder how long I could get away with staying here before Strauss fired me or sent someone to drag me back to DC. 

********** 2 weeks later

I rolled out of bed at 7:15am. I checked my phone and saw that I had three messages from Strauss. I groaned and pushed the play button for the first message. I heard Strauss’ agitated voice demanding that I return to DC immediately. I deleted the message without listening to the whole thing and pressed play on the next one. It was more of the same, but she was definitely pissed this time. I deleted that message as well, then listened to the final one.

“If you’re not on the next plane to DC, Agent Hotchner, I promise you’ll be working the night shift in some remote hell hole for the rest of your career,” she said before hanging up with a slam.

“Shit,” I mumbled. I’d been avoiding her calls for the last few days. I knew I couldn’t hold out forever, but I was still hoping Isabelle would wake up before I was forced to go back. It’d been the longest two weeks of my life…I was desperate to go home and see my son, but I was also terrified to leave Isabelle.

I also didn’t want to lose my job, which meant I needed to call Strauss whether I wanted to or not. I dialed her number and waited for her to pick up. 

“Chief Strauss.”

“It’s Aaron Hotchner—”

“Where the hell have you been? Have you been ignoring my calls?”

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I’m still in Georgia. Agent Heywood is still in a coma.” 

That seemed to calm her down a bit. “I’m sorry about that, I truly am, but we need you back here. You have a unit to run.”

I sighed. “I know. And trust me, I want to come home, but I’m having a hard time leaving her.”

Strauss was silent for a moment. “Why?”

I was now faced with a choice. I could either lie to my boss or I could tell her the truth…either way, I would be facing serious consequences.

I took a deep breath and took the plunge. “Do you want me to be honest?” I asked.

“Of course.”

“Even if it’s not what you want to hear?”

She paused. “Tell me what’s going on, Aaron.”

“I…umm…I’m in love with her,” I blurted.

“Oh…” the silence drags on. I could tell she was trying to figure out what to say. A solid minute passed before she spoke again. “Does she know?”

“Yes.”

“How long has this been going on?”

“Nothing’s actually going on, but I’ve felt this way for a while.”

She sighed. “Aaron, you know the rules.”

“I’m well aware of the rules, Erin, which is why I didn’t act on my feelings. But coming this close to losing her really put things in perspective.” I thought about Haley and I’m sure she was too. 

“I shouldn’t even be entertaining this, but how does Isabelle feel?”

I blinked back tears as I recalled the look on her face when she told me she loved me. “Isabelle’s last words to me were, ‘I love you’.”

There was a long pause before Strauss responded. “If it came down to it, would you step down to be with her?”

“Yes,” I said without hesitation. “I would do anything.”

“Then I’ll do what I can here.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me just yet. Aaron, I need you to think about this very carefully…what are you going to do if she doesn’t wake up?”

I closed my eyes. “I can’t even think about that. I—I don’t think I can live without her.”

She let out a long exhale. “Alright, I’ll deal with the higher ups. You focus on waking Isabelle up.” 

“I will,” I said before we hung up. 

~Your POV~

The lights were too damn bright…you could hardly see. You squeezed your eyes shut again and let out a soft moan. You desperately tried to remember where you were, but nothing was familiar to you. The sheets were rough, it smelled funny, and you were pretty sure you could hear beeping. 

You tried to shift your body, but sharp stabbing pains shot up your limbs. You tried opening your eyes again, much more slowly, giving them time to adjust to the light. Once they did, you looked around the room. “What the…is this a hospital?” you thought to yourself. 

You tried to sit up again, but it was much too painful. You tried to remember how you got there. Was it a car accident? You looked down at your arms, but you couldn’t see the wounds because of the bandages.

You saw a call button attached to the side of the bed and you reached out to push it. Seconds later, an older lady, a nurse you assumed, came running in. “Isabelle!” she yelled in surprise. “You’re awake!”

You tried to speak, but your throat was too dry. The nurse seemed to know this and she hurried to get you some water, which you chugged down gratefully.

“Where am I?” you asked. Your voice sounded raspy even to your own ears.

“You’re at Truman Memorial Hospital.” 

“How did I get here?”

“Do you remember anything?” she asked instead of answering your question.

“No…” you closed your eyes and forced yourself to think. “My team…we were working a case…Hotch…Hotch!” your eyes sprung open. “Where’s Hotch?”

The nurse shook her head. “Who’s Hotch, honey?��

“Aaron Hotchner. He’s an agent. He was with me in the ambulance…but I don’t remember how I got in the ambulance…”

“Oh! Aaron! Let me call him, deary. I’ll be right back.” She hurried out of the room. 

You stared at the ceiling and desperately tried to remember what happened. You could feel something pricking at the back of your mind, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. 

A few moments later, the nurse came back in. “Oh, he’s going to be so excited to see that you’re awake! He’s spent nearly every waking moment with you for the past two weeks.”

You nearly choked on your own saliva. “Two weeks?”

The nurse blushed. “Oh, yes. You’ve been in a coma for the last two weeks.”

You rubbed your temples. “My god, what the hell happened to me?”

“I think I’ll let Aaron tell you that,” she said gently. 

I was about to pressure her for answers when I heard loud footsteps running down the hall. To my surprise and happiness, the man ran right into my room…it was Hotch. His eyes were wide with worry and I could see the pure emotion on his handsome face. 

“Isabelle…” he breathed. He was looking at you like he didn’t believe you were real. 

“Hey,” you said softly as you reached out for him, beckoning him towards you.

You saw the nurse quietly back out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

You smiled at him and he tentatively touched your hand, as though he was afraid you’d disappear. “You’re awake,” he whispered.

You nodded and reached up to touch his face. The moment your skin touched his, he lit up. You could feel the joy radiating from him. In an instant, he leaned down to kiss you sweetly. You breathed in his scent and deepened the kiss. You could feel how badly he needed you and it made your heart flutter. 

“Aaron,” you whimpered.

He affectionately caressed your face and smiled at you again. “You had me worried,” he murmured. 

“I’m sorry,” you said earnestly. “Honestly, I don’t even remember how I got here—or why I’m here for that matter.”

He froze and looked at you in surprise. “You don’t remember anything?”

You shook your head.

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

“You telling me that you loved me.”

His eyes widened. “Nothing after that?”

“An ambulance ride, vaguely. But nothing else.”

“You don’t remember Reid knocking on your door at the crack of dawn?”

You thought for a moment, then shook your head. “All I know is that something bad happened and I ended up in a coma for two weeks.”

He nodded. “Maybe it’s better that way.”

You looked surprised. “No, Aaron. The not-knowing is terrifying. I need to know what happened.”

“I don’t want you to relive it.”

“I have to know.”

He stared at the sheets and didn’t respond.

“Give me a cognitive interview,” you pleaded.

His head jerked up and his eyes filled with emotion. “Absolutely not.”

“You know I can do it myself. It’ll just be easier to have you with me…to walk me through it.”

“Iz…”

“Aaron, please.”

He sighed. “If at any point in time you feel like it’s too much, we’re stopping, okay?”

You nodded and closed your eyes.

“Think back to that night. You’re comfortable in bed and you hear knocking on the door.”

“I’m annoyed because it’s so early…it’s Spence.”

“What does he tell you?”

“He’s got a plan…I have to go undercover…then we tell you about it,” you grimaced. “You don’t like the plan.”

“No,” he said softly. “I did not.”

“But we do it anyway, because it’s the only way to catch the unsub.” You started to breathe heavily. Hotch leaned forward, watching you closely, concern apparent on his brow. “Senator Jacobs…he’s the unsub.” You rubbed your temple. “He…he took me. He…” Tears began to stream down your face as the memories of that night came flooding back. You remembered it all…the rape, the torture, every moment of it. 

You let out a sob and Hotch wrapped his arms around you. “Stop, Izzy. You can stop.”

You shook your head. You needed to know how this story ended. You remembered the team breaking in, you remembered Hotch begging you to stay with him, and you remembered hearing his voice, but not being able to respond. He was telling you about the moment he realized he loved you. You couldn’t see him, but you could distinctly hear his voice. You also heard him tell you that he understood if you had to go. You could feel his pain and his love as if it were your own. 

Your eyes fluttered open and you looked up at him. “Oh, Aaron…”

He brushed your hair back and looked at you lovingly.

“I heard you,” you said softly. 

He furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?”

“When I was in the coma…I heard you tell me that I didn’t have to stay—that you would understand if I couldn’t.”

Tears welled up in his eyes. “You heard me?”

You nodded. “You told me about the first time you realized you loved me…that kidnapping case we had in LA.”

He wrapped you in his arms and buried his face in your hair. “I can’t believe you heard that,” he whispered. 

“You were there for me the whole time.”

He pulled back to look at you. “How could I leave you?”

You smiled through the tears. “I love you, Aaron Hotchner.”

“I love you, Isabelle Heywood.” 

He kissed you and you found it hard to breathe. When the kiss ended, a horrible thought popped into your brain. “How much did you see?” you asked softly without looking at him. 

He doesn’t need you to clarify your question, but it was clear he didn’t exactly want to answer. After a few moments of silence, he said, “I saw everything from the moment he turned that camera on to the moment it stopped.”

Tears poured down your face and you fiddled with the blanket. “Everything?”

“You were in agony…you were being tortured and it was my fault. It felt like just punishment.”

Your head snapped up and you fixed him with a stern expression. “None of what happened was your fault, do you understand me? None of it.”

He was quite clearly taken aback by the intensity of your statement. “I can’t help but blame myself.”

“Well stop it, because none of you were to blame. It was all Jacobs.” You gasped loudly. “Oh my God, and Brady!”

“Brady?”

“Detective Brady! He was there! He’s the reason Jacobs knew I was FBI. Did you get him at the warehouse?”

Hotch looked extremely pale, but you could see the cold fury in his eyes. “That son of a bitch…he wasn’t there when we found you, Izzy.”

“He probably knows I was in a coma…and since Jacobs is dead, no one else knows he’s in on it. He’s probably still at the station, biding his time.”

Hotch looked furious, hands balled into fists at his sides. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. “Captain Harris, this is Agent Hotchner.” Pause. “She’s doing well, thank you.” Another pause. “Is Detective Brady in today?”… “I’d like to meet with him.”… “No, no. It’s better if you don’t tell him I’m coming. In fact, don’t tell him you spoke to me at all.”… “Will do. Thank you Captain.”

He hung up and looked at you apologetically. “I have to go…the rest of the team is back in DC.” 

“No, Aaron.” You tried to sit up, wincing in pain. “It’s not safe for you to go by yourself.”

“You’re probably right, but there’s not exactly another option.”

“Why don’t you call the Atlanta field office and see if you can get an agent to go with you?”

“That would take too long. If he finds out you’re awake, he’s going to make a run for it…or worse.” The look on his face told you he was picturing the ‘or worse’ very vividly in his mind.

“Hey. You don’t get to go running into danger without backup just because you’re worried about me. That’s not how this works.” 

His expression softened. “I can’t just sit here and do nothing. Not when he’s out there and you’re lying in that bed.”

“Well, I’d get up if I could,” you said softly.

He winced as he came over and grabbed your hand. “That’s not what I meant. I just can’t help but worry about you, Izzy.”

“I know.” You yawned. “Just promise me you won’t do anything stupid.”

He nodded. “I promise.”

You yawned again and he smiled. “I think you need to rest. Your body has a lot of healing to do.”

“I was asleep for two weeks.”

“That was just to catch up on all the sleep you missed because of work,” he joked.

You laughed and rolled your eyes. “It’s because my boss overworks me.”

He chuckled. “He must be an ass.”

You grinned. “I don’t know about that, but he does have a nice ass,” you teased.

He blushed, which only made you grin even more. Then the two of you burst into laughter before you yawned again. 

“Maybe you were right about that rest thing. Do you mind?”

“Of course not.” He kissed your forehead. “Get some sleep. I’m going to see if I can get an agent from the field office to come down here.”

“Good. Be safe.”

“Always.”

You closed your eyes and quickly drifted off to sleep. 

~Hotch’s POV~

I’d made a promise, but I knew I had to break it in order for her to be safe. Isabelle was all that mattered. 

I felt a twinge of guilt as I made my way to my Suburban, but I brushed it off. I got in and made my way to the police station. I knew I should have at least called Rossi and told him what I was planning, but I didn’t want to give him the opportunity to talk me out of it. 

I pulled into the parking lot and headed inside, eyes peeled for any sign of Brady. I saw him standing on the other side of the bullpen with his back to me. I started walking toward him when another officer noticed me. “Agent Hotchner?” he called out. “What are you doing back here?”

Brady turned around and saw me. His eyes widened and the color drained from his face as he turned to run out the back door. 

I wasted no time in rushing after him. “Brady stop!” I yelled, drawing my gun as I chased him out the door. 

A shot rang out and I felt the sting of a bullet graze my arm. I pulled back into the doorway, peering out slightly to see Brady running toward the parking lot next door. I dashed after him, ignoring the pain in my arm. 

I heard the sound of running feet behind me and I turned to see Captain Harris running toward me. I kept running and just prayed he was on my side…otherwise, I knew this would end badly for me.

A few yards ahead of me, Brady had started to slow down. I thanked God I was in excellent shape as I began to close the distance between us. Moments later, I sprung forward, tackling Brady to the ground. His gun flew out of his hand and he groaned in pain.

“Detective Brady, you’re under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder and obstruction of justice,” I said as I put handcuffs on him.

Captain Harris came up behind me just as I started to pull Brady off the ground. “Agent Hotchner, what’s this all about?” he demanded.

“Brady here has been working with Senator Jacobs. Not only is he your leak, but he’s also the reason my agent is in the hospital.” 

Harris paled. “Are you sure? How do you know?”

“Because Isabelle is awake.” I saw Brady’s eyes widen. “She told me herself.”

Harris closed his eyes briefly, before letting out a string of curse words. “You son of a bitch!” he yelled at Brady. “You betrayed your oath, you harmed innocent people, and you almost got a federal agent killed. What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I want a lawyer,” Brady said stubbornly.

I sighed. “Yeah, I bet you do.”

The three of us made our way back inside the station. All eyes were on us as I marched Brady straight through the bullpen, into the parking lot, and into the back of my SUV. 

Captain Harris and I bid farewell and I immediately called the Atlanta field office. I made arrangements for a couple agents to come down and get him for extended questioning. Until they arrived, however, I wasn’t letting him out of my sight. 

I drove back to the hospital and dragged Brady in with me. I was halfway to Isabelle’s room when a wave of pain hit me and I remembered my arm. The adrenaline had finally worn off and it was beginning to throb. I turned back around, heading to the nurse’s station with Brady in tow.

“How can I help you?” a nurse asked me. 

“I got shot in the arm and I just need a quick patch up.”

The nurse paled and her eyebrows shot up. She eyed me warily, her gaze shooting over to Brady and back to me like she was trying to figure out what was happening.

I pulled my creds out, showing them to her, and her expression immediately changed. She led me to a small room and gestured for me to have a seat. I put Brady in the corner farthest from the door and took off my suit jacket. 

“Shirt too,” she insisted sternly. 

I gingerly removed my shirt and she stepped closer to get a good look at the wound. “It’s pretty shallow, so you’re lucky.” 

I nodded and she set to work cleaning me up, stitching the wound, and bandaging it. Ten minutes later, she patted my shoulder gently. “You’re done.”

“Thank you,” I said as I got up and started to pull my shirt back on. 

“Don’t you be putting that bloody shirt back on,” she snapped.

“I can’t just wear my under shirt,” I complained.

“Well you’re gonna have to.” She took my shirt right out of my hands and tossed it into the medical waste bin. “You’ll live,” she insisted as she walked out the door.

I sighed. “Come on,” I grumbled as I dragged Brady out of the room and towards Isabelle’s room.

I expected her to be asleep, but instead I saw she was on the phone. A nurse gently stopped me from going into the room. 

“She said it was a private call and that no one was allowed in the room,” she said softly. 

“Oh,” I said in surprise. “I’ll just wait out here then.”

Brady and I took a seat in the chairs just down the hall from Isabelle’s room. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was talking to and what was so private that she didn’t even want me to know.

~Your POV—10 minutes prior~

There was a knock on the door and a kind-faced nurse entered. “Isabelle? There’s a phone call for you.”

You furrowed your brow. “For me? But no one even knows I’m awake.”

“Actually, we received a request from your boss that she be notified immediately if you woke up. I’m assuming this is just her returning the call.”

‘She?’ you thought to yourself. Confusion lit your features, but it quickly dawned on you, ‘Strauss’. Out loud you said, “Could I take it in here, given that I can’t really move?”

The nurse laughed lightly. “Of course, dear. I’ll transfer it.” She turned to go.

“Wait.” She looked back at you. “Please make sure no one bothers me until I’m done. Even Aaron.”

She nodded. “Absolutely.”

Thirty seconds later, the bedside phone rang. You took a deep breath before answering the call. “This is Isabelle.”

“Isabelle, it’s Strauss.”

“Hello, ma’am.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Like I got hit by a train…twice,” you said honestly. “But I’ll heal.”

“I’m glad you’re alright.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” There was a pause and you waited for her to speak. When she didn’t, you broke the ice. “While I appreciate you calling to check up on me, I sense there’s something more.”

Strauss sighed. “Unfortunately, yes, there is. It’s about Agent Hotchner.”

You immediately tensed up. “What about him?”

“Well, for starters, he’s refused to come back to DC for the past two weeks. He even stopped taking my phone calls. When he finally answered, he informed me he wouldn’t leave you…do you know why that is?”

You had no idea that Hotch had been disobeying direct orders. That was so unlike him. You had a sinking feeling Strauss knew exactly why Aaron had refused to leave you and it wasn’t his sense of loyalty. 

You decided to feign ignorance. “I would assume it was out of a sense of duty. He’d never leave a member of his team behind.”

“No, Isabelle. That’s not why.” You could hear the annoyance in her voice. “He informed me just this morning of his feelings for you.”

You nearly dropped the phone in surprise. “I’m sorry, he did what?”

“He also told me you reciprocate those feelings.”

You closed your eyes and let out a long breath. “And?”

“Is it true?”

You knew it was pointless to lie. “Yes, ma’am. It’s true.”

Strauss sighed dramatically. “He’s your boss, you know.”

You felt annoyance creep into your voice. “I’m well aware of that, ma’am.”

“If he’s taking advantage of you—”

“It’s not like that,” you said quickly, cutting her off. “We’ve never been together. My feelings have nothing to do with him being my boss or pressuring my in any way.”

“Alright,” she said before pausing. “Do you plan on starting a relationship with him?”

You wished you could say it was none of her business, but unfortunately, it was her business. “I would like to,” you said honestly. 

She sighed. “I was hoping you wouldn’t say that. I’m sorry to have to do this Isabelle, especially after everything you’ve been through, but you and Aaron Hotchner cannot be together.”

You inhaled sharply, feeling the pressure of tears welling up in your eyes. “What?”

“It’s against policy, Isabelle. I simply can’t allow it.”

You laughed harshly. “Allow it? Who are you to decide who I can love?”

“I’m the one who has the power to ruin your career. I can transfer you to another unit. I can fire Agent Hotchner. I can end both of your careers in an instant, Agent Heywood. That’s who l am.”

Tears streamed down your face and your heart snapped in two. “Why?” you whispered.

“Having a relationship is too distracting. Either of you could get hurt. You’ll be too focused on each other and one of your teammates could be hurt—or worse. And what if you break up? Could you still work together? This is my best team and it’s my job to ensure that everything runs smoothly. I’m not going to risk jeopardizing that just so you can have a boyfriend.”

While her points were valid, she was still wrong. You just had to find the words to say to make her see that. “You’re right, it could be dangerous. We could get distracted. We might fight. We might be angry with each other at times…but he’s not ‘just a boyfriend’. I’m in love with him, Strauss. Love. Those feelings didn’t just develop overnight. I’ve spent the past three years of my life completely head-over-heels for someone I thought I could never have. But I never once acted on those feelings. I never jeopardized anyone’s safety. I never prioritized him over anyone else on the team. That team is my family. I would die for any one of them in a heartbeat. I love them as much as I love Aaron, just in a different way.”

You took a breath before continuing, “And we fight just like any other family, but we forgive each other and we come back stronger because that’s what families do. So if you think for one second that I’m going to put my family at risk just because I want a boyfriend, then you really don’t know me at all. I love Aaron with all of my soul and that kind of love doesn’t break, Chief Strauss. Ever.”

There was a long pause as Strauss took in your words. It was clear she was surprised by what you said. Finally, she spoke, “I didn’t know you felt that way.”

“That was the whole point. When I’m at work, I’m professional.”

“Can you remain that way?”

“Absolutely.”

She took a deep breath. “I am willing to allow this on a trial basis as long as you promise me one thing.”  

“Anything,” you said with a hint of desperation.

“Don’t make me regret this decision.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

“Because I will use my earlier threats, Agent Heywood. Do not test me.” 

“Yes ma’am. You have my word.”

“Good. Then rest up and get your ass back to DC as soon as possible…and bring Agent Hotchner with you.” 

“Yes ma’am. Will do.”

She hung up and you stared at the wall in silence, phone still in your hand. You couldn’t believe what had just happened. Somehow, you’d managed to convince Chief Strauss to let you and Aaron date…it was damn near a miracle and you couldn’t wait to tell him about it.

~Hotch’s POV~

I was starting to get a little antsy, waiting for Isabelle to finish her call. I tried to imagine who she was talking to, but I didn’t want to guess. She’d looked pretty upset earlier…

“Mr. Hotchner?” I looked up and the nurse who had told me to wait earlier was smiling at me. “You can go in now.”

“Thank you,” I said as I stood up. “Come on, Brady.”

The man grumbled, but allowed me to lead him into Isabelle’s room. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw him, but that surprise quickly faded to concern when she looked at me.

“What happened?” she demanded as she stared at my bandaged arm. “Where are your clothes?”

I told Brady to sit in the corner, then I moved closer to her bed. “It’s just a little scratch, nothing to worry about.”

She quite clearly didn’t believe me and Brady let out a cackle.

“Scratch?” he said sarcastically. “I shot you.”

Isabelle’s eyes widened again. “You did what?”

“He was chasing me. What was I supposed to do?”

Isabelle looked like she was about to tell him exactly what he could do, but I cut her off by lightly touching her arm. “I’m fine, Iz.”

Her eyes darkened. “I told you not to do anything stupid! You were supposed to wait for backup!”

I frowned. “I’m sorry, Izzy, but I couldn’t risk him getting away.”

“He could have killed you,” she hissed.

“But he didn’t.”

She glared at me. “That’s really not the point.”

“Oh would you two please shut up?” Brady interrupted. 

We both turned our glares on him and he fell silent. 

“Did you really have to bring him here?”

“Well, I couldn’t leave him at the station. I don’t know what they would have done,” I said. “There are a couple agents coming down to get him.”

She nodded, seemingly content with my response. 

“Who was that call from?” I asked innocently. 

She turned a shade paler and said, “Strauss.” 

Now it was my turn to pale. “What did she want?”

“She was just checking in to see how I was doing,” she said lightly. The tension in my body lessened significantly…at least until she added, “Oh and to tell me that you and I can’t be together.” 

I felt anger bubble under my skin. “She can’t do that,” I said harshly.

“I heard a similar reaction…but she does have the ability to ruin our careers, Aaron.”

My face hardened and I desperately tried to control my emotions. I knew Isabelle was right, but I didn’t want to lose her. Not after everything we’d been through.

I was about to say as much when she once again continued her thought. “However, I did manage to convince her to let us try it, ‘on a trial basis’. Her words, not mine.”

My jaw dropped. “How the hell did you manage that?” I asked in shock.

She shrugged. “I told her the truth,” she said simply.

I stared at her in silence, hoping she’d continue. I was dying to know exactly what she’d said. It quickly became clear that she wasn’t going to say more, so I said, “We can talk more about this when we’re alone.”

She gave me a small nod. “Have you called the team yet?” she asked softly. 

I blushed. “I…well—I sorta forgot…”

“You forgot?” she asked with eyebrows raised. 

“I was a little busy,” I said, pointing at Brady.

She rolled her eyes. She didn’t say a word, just picked up her bedside phone and dialed a number she knew by heart. “Hey, Spence,” she said softly when it was answered. 

I couldn’t hear his response, but I could imagine he was overjoyed.

She laughed lightly. “I feel fine, Derek, relax. Hey, Em!” she paused. “Yes, I’ll bring Hotch with me.” Pause. “Yeah, Dave. He’s right here.” She looked up at me with a small smile on her face. “He is a good man, I know. I’m very lucky.”

I felt warm inside as I listened to her half of the conversation. I was dying to get home and I was so glad she was coming with me. The conversation continued for a little while and I sat patiently, waiting for the team to stop throwing questions at her. 

I knew how much she loved them, and how much they loved her. They were all so worried, but instead of calling them the minute she woke up, I went after Brady. I felt slightly ashamed, but I still think it was the right call. 

I glanced over at Brady, taking note of his expression. He was watching Isabelle with a look I knew very well. I’d seen hundreds of male unsubs stare at her with the same kind of hunger that I saw on his face in that moment. The very thought of him touching her made me want to punch him in the face. 

Instead, I ignored his expression and focused on Isabelle. Even covered in bruises, healing cuts, and bandages, she was still incredibly beautiful. So much so, it was almost painful to look at her. I loved her more than I ever thought possible…and somehow she’d managed to convince Strauss that we could be together without jeopardizing the team. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what she’d said to her…

My phone started to ring and I glanced at the caller ID, but didn’t recognize the number. “Hotchner.” 

“Agent Hotchner, this is Agent Collins. I’m on my way to pick up your suspect. Where should I meet you?” 

“I’m at Truman Memorial Hospital.”

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. So’s he, unfortunately. ETA?”

He chuckled. “About 20 minutes.”

“Perfect. See you then.”

I hung up and looked over at Isabelle who was still on the phone. The team must be in-between cases or she never would have let them talk so long.

My phone rang again.

“Mr. Popular,” Brady muttered. 

My trademarked glare silenced him and I looked at the small screen, a number I recognized flashing across it. 

“Hotchner.” It was my customary greeting and I wasn’t going to change it, even for her. 

“Aaron, it’s Strauss.”

“Ma’am,” I replied.

“Have you spoken to Isabelle?” Straight to the point…not that I was surprised. 

“Briefly. She said that she’d gotten your permission to pursue a relationship.” 

“Indeed. As long as certain rules are followed and expectations met.”

“Of course. I do have to wonder though, how did she convince you?”

“She’s a very determined woman and she cares very deeply for you and for her team. I have to respect that. As for specifics, well, you’ll just have to ask her.”

“I will,” I said earnestly. Strauss sounded like she really did respect Isabelle…and that was saying something. The two of them often butted heads and there had been quite a few heated arguments broken up by me or Rossi.

“Good. Now, when are the two of you returning?”

“I’ll have to talk to her doctor. We’ll travel as soon as she’s cleared to.”

“Drive if you have to, Aaron. I’d like you back at work and apparently that’s only going to happen if Isabelle is in a hospital close-by.”

“You’re correct. I’ll get us back as soon as possible. You have my word.” 

“Good. I’ll update the director on her status. Talk soon.” She hung up without waiting for a reply. 

I shook my head. That woman really was a lot to handle. 

Isabelle seemed to be finishing up her call with the team. I smiled at her as she told them how much she loved them and promised to be home soon.

“You know she’ll never stay with someone like you,” Brady said softly beside me.

I turned to him in surprise. “Excuse me?”

He nodded towards Isabelle. “She’s not the kind of woman that would settle for the kind of life you would give her. She’s fire…and you’re water.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I growled angrily.

“It means that eventually she’ll leave you. Maybe not tomorrow, maybe not next year…but she will leave.” 

“How would you know what she wants or what she’ll do?”

He smiled mirthlessly. “Because I know women like her…and I know men like you. You’re damaged goods Agent Hotchner, and sooner or later, she’ll tire of trying to fix you.”

His words slammed into me like a baseball bat. It hit me repeatedly as the realization that he could be right dawned on me. My heart clenched and I dared to glance at Isabelle. She was looking at me with concern clear on her pretty features. I doubted she had overheard the exchange, but that didn’t stop her from reading my body language. She was a profiler after all.

She beckoned me to her and I reluctantly got up and went to her side. She took my hand and squeezed it. I squeezed hers back, a little harder than I’d intended to.

“Are you okay?” she asked softly.

I smiled tightly. “Of course.”

“Are you sure? You look a bit…tense.”

I laughed and it sounded fake, even to me. “I’m always tense.”

“No…not with me.” She paused. “You hide your feelings, you pretend to be fine, you act stoic…but that’s with other people. You don’t have to wear your mask with me, Aaron. No matter what you share with me, I’ll always care. I love the man beneath the mask. Nothing will ever change that.”

The fierceness in her voice took me by surprise. Hell, 90% of what she did surprised me. I started to respond, maybe even tell her what Brady had said, but I was interrupted before I could. 

“Mr. Hotchner?”  A nurse asked from the doorway. “There’s an FBI agent asking for you.”

I sighed quietly. “Tell him I’ll be right out.”

The nursed nodded and hurried off.

I turned to Brady, but Isabelle’s hand on my arm stopped me. I turned to look at her again. 

“This conversation is far from over,” she said pointedly.

I simply nodded because I didn’t know what else to do. I didn’t want to show weakness or vulnerability in front of Brady, so I stood up straight and donned my armor once more. 

“Come on, Brady. Time to meet your new best friend.”

“Aw, I thought we were best friends!” I could hear the sarcasm in his voice, but I chose to ignore him. Instead, I grabbed his arm and led him out of the room.

A tall man in a navy blue suit walked towards me and introduced himself as Agent Collins. I shook his hand and pointed to my prisoner. “Agent Collins, meet Detective Shawn Brady.”

Agent Collins raised his eyebrows. “Detective?”

“Former detective, now disgraced,” I corrected myself.

Collins nodded. “We don’t take too kindly to anyone coming after one of our own…being in law enforcement makes it so much worse. Hope you’re ready to be locked up for the rest of your life, asshole.”

Brady didn’t say a word, but I could see a twinge of fear behind his defiant stare. It brought me a small amount of pleasure and I handed him over to Agent Collins happily. I waved goodbye as Collins and Brady headed for the exit. 

“Good riddance,” I mumbled under my breath.

I turned and walked back to Isabelle’s room. She looked up at me when I entered. “He’s gone?”

I nodded.

“Good.” She patted the bed beside her. “Come sit with me so we can talk. And close the door.”

I did as she asked and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Talk to me, Aaron.”

I ran my fingers through my hair. “About what? I’m fine, Iz.”

“Don’t offend me by lying to me.”

My eyes widened in surprise. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt or upset her. I sighed and took a deep breath. “It’s just…something Brady said got me thinking.”

“Why in the world would you listen to anything that man had to say?”

“Because he was right—at least about this.”

She didn’t look convinced, but she remained silent and waited for me to continue. 

“He pointed out how incredibly different you and I are. But that’s not really what got me thinking. He said that I was damaged goods and that you would get tired of trying to fix me. He’s right—I am damaged. And you deserve better—”

“I’m gonna stop you right there,” she said harshly. “Now you listen to me, Aaron Hotchner, and you listen good because I’m only going to say this once. You are not damaged. Life has thrown incredible obstacles your way and you’ve experienced pain and loss than most people would be able to handle, but you’ve overcome it. You don’t let the past define you. You’re the kindest, bravest soul I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. You save lives for a living, Aaron. You’ve dedicated your life to helping others, in spite of what’s happened to you. You never give up, ever. You inspire me.” She paused, slightly out of breath. “You wanna know what I told Strauss?”

I nodded, too stunned to speak.

“I told her that I’ve spent the last 3 years of my life completely head-over-heels in love with a man I thought I could never have. I told her I would never do anything to jeopardize the safety of my team—my family. I would die for any one of you without a second thought. Aaron, you’re the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. I love you with all my heart and soul…and that kind of love will never break.” She paused. “That’s what I told Strauss. That’s what changed her mind. So don’t you for one second think that I will ever walk away.”

I sat in silence, trying to wrap my brain around her words. What had I ever done to deserve her—let alone her love? 

I must have been quiet for too long because she spoke very softly, “Please say something.”

I looked into her eyes. “Three years?” I asked softly. It was all I could think to say.

She nodded.

“I didn’t know—I never thought—I always assumed you would never love someone like me.”

“How could I not?”

I was certain the surprise showed on my face. “What did I do to deserve you?” I whispered my earlier thought aloud.

Isabelle smiled at me. “It’s not about deserve, Aaron. I met you and I knew immediately that you weren’t like other people. Now here we are, years later, my heart is filled with love for this amazing man. Please don’t make me try to convince you that you’re worth it. You’re the most important thing in my life.” 

I smiled warmly and she smiled back. “I love you so much, Isabelle Heywood…I always will.”

“I love you too, Aaron Hotchner. Nothing is going to change that.” 

I leaned down and kissed her gently, careful not to hurt her. It dawned on me that we hadn’t really talked about what happened, but I didn’t want to think about all of that right now. I wanted to focus on the future—our future. 

~Your POV~

You smiled at him warmly when your lips separated. His eyes were filled with affection and it made your heart flutter. His dark hair was messy and he looked tired, but he was still the sexiest man you’d ever laid eyes on. 

Your eyes slowly wandered over his face and down his body, then back up again. You could see the lean muscles through his shirt and you felt the strong urge to place your hands under his shirt to feel the strong, smooth muscles of his abdomen and chest. 

You felt a warm, tingling sensation throughout your body and he seemed to sense your desire. You saw him tense up and when you looked up at him, you saw the heat in his eyes. You smiled flirtatiously and gave him a little wink. You were too weak to do much of anything else, but he didn’t seem to mind. 

“Later, I promise,” you murmured. 

He shook his head. “I can wait forever if I have to, Izzy. As long as you’re with me.”

You smiled. “I won’t make you wait forever. You might be able to handle it, but I think I would die.”

Surprise lit up his handsome face. “Really?”

“I’ve spent the past 3 years pretending I didn’t have feelings for you. I’ve had to keep my thoughts and my hands to myself for a long time. I think I can hold on a little while longer.”

He smiled and gently caressed your face. “You’re so incredibly beautiful.”

You closed your eyes and leaned into his hand. “I probably look like hell right now, judging by the way I feel.”

He shook his head. “You’re perfect.”

Your eyes widened slightly. 

“I’m serious,” he insisted. “Absolutely perfect.”

You gave him a small smile, but you didn’t say anything. You could feel the medication wearing off and the pain had been slowly intensifying. You tried not to react…you didn’t want this moment to end. 

“I can’t wait to tell Jack,” he said with a smile.

Your eyes lit up. “Jack! Oh, I miss him.” You paused. “I—I hope he’s okay with this.”

He grabbed your hand. “He adores you, Isabelle. I have no doubt he’ll be thrilled.”

You nodded. “I hope so. I just don’t want him to feel like I’m trying to replace his mother.”

Aaron shook his head. “Jack and I both know you would never try to do that, Iz.” He paused. “But since you are the closest thing he’s had to a mother since Haley died. Don’t ever feel like you’re not good at it. He’s a lucky boy and I’m an extraordinarily lucky man.” 

Your heart warmed at his words. You felt tears pressing on the backs of your eyes, so you joked to lighten the mood. “You certainly won’t feel so lucky when he’s a teenager,” you said lightly. 

Aaron laughed. “Thank god we have a while before that particular nightmare.” He gazed at you affectionately. “You’ll be an amazing mother.” This time, you couldn’t stop the tears. Aaron gently wiped them away with his thumb. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, smiling softly. “Nothing—I’ve just never been this happy.”

He grinned and leaned in to kiss you. When he pulled back, he bumped into your side and you winced slightly. Unfortunately, Aaron noticed and immediately examined you with a worried expression. “Are you in pain?”

“No, I’m alright,” you lied.

He narrowed his eyes. “You winced.”

You tried to move your arm to wave him off, but pain shot up your arm and you groaned involuntarily. 

“Alright, that’s it. You need pain medication,” he said as he reached for your call button. 

You tried to stop him, but you were too weak and in too much pain. 

The nurse came in and Aaron told her that you were in pain. She came over to you and gave you a shot of morphine in spite of your protests.

“There’s no need to suffer,” she said gently.

“But it makes me so tired,” you said sleepily. The morphine’s effect was almost instantaneous.

“Good,” the nurse replied. “You need your rest.”

Aaron thanked her and she left the room. You reached for his hand and he wrapped yours in his. 

“Don’t leave me,” you murmured.

“I’ll never leave you,” he whispered as he leaned down to kiss your hand.

You drifted off to sleep with his words ringing happily in your head. 

**********

Unfortunately, the happy feeling didn’t last long. The moment you fell asleep, you fell into a nightmare. Maybe ‘memory’ was a better term for it. 

You were lying on the floor, face down, and you heard movement above you. You couldn’t see anything and you had no idea where you were. It didn’t take long for you to realize you were naked. You tried to move, but your arms were restrained above your head. 

Fear gripped you and you heard a male voice right behind you. “You’re so soft, Isabelle.” 

The man’s hands slid down your back and you tensed. His breathing was heavy and you could feel his body pressed up against your own. You struggled and he laughed loudly. “It’s futile, Isabelle. You can’t escape me.”

With a grunt, then man plunged his erection inside of you and you cried out in pain. He continued thrusting, ignoring your pleas and your tears. Each thrust was more painful than the last, your blood the only lubrication he had. 

Finally the man stopped and you silently thanked God for the reprieve…

You awoke to find yourself strapped to a cold metal table. You were still naked, but you were in a lot more pain than you were before. You looked down at your body and you saw cuts on various parts of your body. You couldn’t remember how you got them or how you ended up here. 

You heard someone enter the room, but you couldn’t see anyone. Then a man spoke, “Isabelle…don’t you just look delicious?”

You shivered involuntarily and he moved into your field of vision. Surprise lit up your face as he came into focus. He was holding a knife and smiling at you. Your breath caught in your chest as you gasped, “Aaron?”

He smiled wider. “We’re going to have fun, you and I,” he said as cut into your thigh and you screamed in agony.

**********

You jolted awake, heart racing, breathing ragged. Aaron’s face was hovering over yours, concern covering his handsome features. A moment of fear gripped you and you flinched away from him before reality settled in and you realized it had been a dream. This was your Aaron, not the one from the nightmare.

“Aaron,” you gasped as you grabbed his arm.

“What’s wrong?” he asked softly, brushing the hair away from your sweaty forehead.

“It was just a bad dream.”

His brow furrowed and his eyes traveled over your face. “Flashbacks?”

You closed your eyes and wished that for just one moment he couldn’t read you like a book. You sighed and looked up at him. “Worse. It was a flashback, but Jacobs wasn’t the one hurting me.”

“Who was?”

You shook your head. He didn’t need to know what you saw. “It doesn’t matter. I’m fine.”

“Izzy,” he said firmly. “You need to let it out.”

“Aaron, you don’t want to know.”

He gave you his patented glare. “Yes, I do.”

You sighed again. He was the most stubborn person you knew and it was making you crazy. So against your better judgment, you gave in to him. “You,” you whispered. “I saw you.”

His face turned white and he stepped back. “I would never hurt you.”

You reached for him and took his hand. “I know that. That’s why I said it doesn’t matter. It was a dream—it has no meaning.”

“Dreams sometimes have meaning, Isabelle. You know that. Maybe you’re subconsciously afraid of me—”

“Let me stop you right there, Dr. Freud. I’m not afraid of you, subconsciously or otherwise. Afraid of losingyou, yes, but afraid of you? Never.”

He smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed. “I’m overthinking this, aren’t I?”

You smiled back. “That’s sort of what you do.”

He laughed and it warmed your heart. “It’s just so new…I don’t want to mess it up.”

“So don’t,” you said simply. “Just be yourself…I already love that man, so you have nothing to worry about.”

He smiled. “I’ll do my best. I promise.”

“That’s all anyone can ask.” You paused. “Now how about you go find my doctor so we can see when I can go home, okay?”

He stood up. “With pleasure.” He leaned down and kissed your forehead.

You smiled up at him and he left to find the doctor. 

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #hotch x reader #criminal minds fic #i can't live without you series

[detectivecarisi-1]

The Senator’s Daughter Chapter 4 (Bodyguard! Dave York x AFAB reader)

AN: Good evening :) Can’t lie… seeing people reading this story, interacting with it, genuinely enjoying it??? Has me on cloud 9. It’s really the best knowing that people are enjoying this incredibly self-indulgent fanfiction I am writing. Last night, I saw that one of my favorite people on tumblr liked a chapter and I literally almost cried. Anyways, that’s life. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! I am sure you can tell, but miss reader here definitely needs some therapy... but she’s gonna get dicked down instead

Rating: Explicity (18+ ONLY, Ageless blogs will be blocked!!!!) 

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: ANGST, slight fluff? mentions of smut, descriptions of wet dreams, reader has a panic attack, verbal abuse, slight SH behavior (the reader pinches her thigh to keep from crying), references to alcohol abuse, language, Age Gap relationship. This chapter is pretty tame, no smut, just lots of emotions. 

Prolouge Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3   

Dave is halfway downstairs, when he hears a high pitched, girlish scream followed by a thump coming from the living room. He instinctively starts to pick up the case, reaching for the knife he keeps in his pocket and speeding down the remainder of the steps, he’s about to turn the corner, when he hears loud, uncontrollable giggles.

He slows down, releasing a frustrated puff of air, and sees you laying on the floor, laughing, a real, genuine laugh, while… what looks like a snowball with a tail is doing everything in its power to lick your face. He smiles as he listens to you saying … absolute nonsense in a baby voice, before you pick the snowball up, kiss its head and cheerfully proclaim, “I can’t believe you’re back, baby!”

Dave watches for a moment, smiling softly as you grab a stuffed ice cream cone, throw it, and clap for the snowball when it chases it. Dave huffs in amusement as he watches the snowball lose traction on its own paws and slide to a stop.

“I swear, she loves that dog more than life itself,” Dave turns to see Senator Leland, smiling at his daughter on the ground, whispering so their presence continues to go unnoticed, “You may think the dogs been missing for a year or two, but she was just at the groomers this morning.”

Dave clenches his teeth to prevent his face from showing how adorable he thinks it really is. He watches you, so off in your own world, calling the snowball “the most precious little lady!” While rubbing its belly, the dog flopped onto her back. Finally, Senator Leland clears his throat, getting the attention of you and the dog.

Dave watches you turn, and your smile falls, your lips part slightly, eyes widening, you take a shaky breath in, but you don’t look away from him.

Why aren’t you looking away from him?

While you’re staring at Dave, like an animal caught in a trap, the snowball spots Dave, and sprints toward him, sliding to a step just at his dress shoes. He reaches down, offering his hand for a sniff, when the dog just immediately begins licking his fingers. Some guard dog you got…  

Mr. Leland’s phone begins ringing, he sighs, checks the caller ID, and he frowns, “Honey, you tell Dave about ‘love of your life’ yet? I’ve gotta take this, it’s an update on the polling numbers.” Mr. Leland answers the phone, swiftly leaving the room. You look down for a moment, clearing your throat, before smiling shyly at Dave, “that’s … that’s my best friend, my baby. Her name’s Peeve.”

At the sound of her name, Peeve looks toward you, and sprints back, hopping onto your lap. Dave furrows his brows, confused by the name, “Peeve?” You finally smile at Dave, still nervous, avoiding his eyes, “she’s my pet. My pet Peeve.”

You look up at Dave, a goofy, nervous smile on your face, just in time to see him returning your gaze, his face completely unamused. You feel like a fucking idiot, and your smile falls as you look away, going back to petting Peeve, before Dave lets out a breathless laugh.

He feels a pang in his chest at the way your face lights up at the sound.

Suddenly hopeful, you bite your lip and sit back against the fireplace, resting your arm across your knees, and he’s caught off guard by how… soft you look. You’re wearing an old William & Mary University hoodie, which looks a little bit too big on you, swallowing your body whole, paired with grey sweatpants, tied loosely around your waist. A pair of fuzzy socks with pink and purple dots on them covering your feet, and your hair loosely tied back from your face, with a rosy, pink scrunchie, a few stray pieces softly falling behind your ear, and laying messily across your forehead, perfectly framing the curve of your jaw and the plumpness of your cheeks. Your face is glowing, probably from the prior orgasm, but Dave also knows people well enough to see how exhausted you really look. Darkness and a little puffiness around your eyes, and your slightly lethargic way of moving.

After a while, Dave finally says “that’s the worst goddamn name for a dog I’ve ever heard” reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose to make a feeble attempt at hiding the laugh he can’t hold back anymore. You gasp dramatically, feigning offense, “I’ll have you know Peeve fits her name perfectly. Just you wait until you get perfectly comfortable in bed she just HAS to lay directly on top of your legs, and you’re forced to remain, perfectly still, in that same spot for the rest of the night!”

He blinks, chuckling under his breath, he turns to look away from the passionate argument for why Peeve is a pet peeve, to try to regain his composure. “Move her?” he responds, voice breathless with exasperation, examining the ornate detailing in the marbling of the fireplace.

“When Peeve is so comfortable? Blasphemy, Mr. York, how dare you suggest such a thing!” You lean forward, resting your head on your knees, eyes twinkling.

He turns around at processes the scene in front of you, Peeve jumping to rest on your tummy, you’re smiling so brightly at Dave that he swears he can feel his heart start to pound in his chest, like a boy crushing on the girl next to him in class.

The feeling startles him. He looks at you, pretty little smile on your face. So different from what he expected. But then… he processes how young you look. How soft, and innocent your smiling face is. As if all at once, he then remembers why he’s here. You’re just a spoilt little rich girl, taking advantage of the privilege granted to you. You could have it all, but you choose to throw it away for a few drinks and a bag of Percocet. His job is to make sure you don’t end up in jail, or worse, dead. He remembers your temper tantrum; he remembers the photos of you on TMZ.

He remembers how turned on he was hearing the soft moans you let out in your sleep… He remembers how in his fantasy of you, you listened so perfectly as you fell to your knees in front of him… he remembers how pretty you sound, begging for his cum.

As he gazes at you, he starts to process how your eyes look the exact same way they did in his fantasy. Big, round, innocent… so fucking pretty.

He can’t feel like this.

He looks away, steeling himself, clearing his throat, “Well… a dog’s a dog, Miss Leland. You can move her.” and he swiftly walks to the dining room, not bothering to look at you again. ——————————————————————— You sit there, defeated for a second, trying to comprehend the sudden shift in Dave’s demeanor. You frown … did you maybe take it too far? Well, you definitely did. You just met the man that morning, and you’re already waving a vibrator in his face. But to be fair, you never had a solid understanding of boundaries, and he was fucking with you just as much.

Sure, there’s this weird, undeniable sexual tension between the two of you, like a rubber band about to snap… but you can’t help but wonder if you’ve created this. if you imagined the look in his eyes when you whispered in his ear. like he wanted to devour you where you stood. or maybe you imagined the smile he immediately hid when you woke up from your (very fucking filthy) wet dream you had about him. but, you know you didn’t imagine the hard outline of his cock, straining against his black dress pants. you can’t deny the feeling of it under your fingertips as you lightly brushed across it. You know, he must’ve been just as turned on as you were.

then again… the human body is weird. it gets turned on to things the brain wishes it wouldn’t. and Dave clearly fucking hates you, that much is for sure. after basically stealing his life away and then having a literal fucking temper tantrum about it, honestly, you can’t even blame him. Not to mention, he’s probably more than twice your age, so why would he even bother looking at you in that way?

but then again….

you’re thinking yourself in circles. nothing makes sense, and you resign yourself to a feeling of hopeless confusion. flopping back onto the floor dramatically, you stare at the ceiling trying the deep breathing techniques you learned when your father finally agreed to let you go to a therapist. It’s all you really remember from your time in therapy. her name was Monica… and you loved her. but after a reporter followed you into the office and photographed you crying as you exited, the headline on the next day’s Virginian Pilot “Leland’s Daughter Breaks Down!,” your dad pulled you out and never let you go back.

later, you found out the reporter was the father of one of your acquaintances in high school… great. that did wonders for your trust in other people (obviously.)

you’re laying on the floor, four second inhale. four second pause. four second exhale. pause. rinse and repeat. Peeve lays down next to you, stuffed ice cream cone still in her mouth, as she offers it to you as a consultation prize.

God you wished that fucking worked.

before your head can clear and your heart rate can return to normal, you’re called into the dining room for dinner. ——————-————————————————

When you enter the dining room, your dad is still furiously talking on the phone. Dave sits awkwardly at the end of the table, looking frustrated, staring at the cabinet behind your father. His eyes flicker to yours for a moment before he clenches his jaw and looks away.

You try to forget how bad it hurts.

“Listen… I know it’s gonna be hard to cover up. But do whatever you have to do. I don’t care if you have to … well pay the fucking sheriff off if you have to! I don’t care!” your father hangs up the phone in an instant… it doesn’t take a genius to know he’s talking about you, and it definitely doesn’t take a genius to see how pissed off he is. He runs a hand through his hair, letting out a long, frustrated exhale. Before turning to you and giving you a tight-lipped smile.

You can’t find it in yourself to return it.

You begin to eat your dinner, chicken piccata with artichokes, served on a bed of simple, creamy spaghetti, topped with a heaping serving of Parmigiano Reggiano a side of a Caesar salad. You let the bright flavors of capers and lemon distract you from how much you’re feeling. How you’re somehow feeling so much, you feel nothing at all. All the intensity somehow just morphed into a feeling of acceptance, completely numb to everything happening around you.

You let your eyes flicker to Dave, who is staring at his plate, and he must’ve sensed you looking because he looks up at you briefly, before immediately glancing away, like you’re fucking see through.

Jesus Christ. Your foot starts to tap nervously, as suddenly the taste of parmesan cheese and creamy spaghetti noodles suddenly makes you feel nauseous. God… fuck this.

“Dad…” you blurt out, before you can even think about what you’re about to ask, and how bad it’ll make you look, “am I still able to go out? Or am I like… permanently banished to my room?”

Your father freezes for a moment, and you swear you hear Mr. York let out a sigh of annoyance. You watch him out of the corner of your eye, clench his jaw, and the soft eyes he gave you in the living room are long gone. He straightens up and looks to your father, waiting for a reaction.

“Sweetheart…” your dad starts, he’s choosing his words carefully, slowly and methodically speaking, trying his best to make this blow over as smoothly as he can, “are you sure that’s the best idea?”

No, actually. You’re not sure. In fact, you know this is a bad idea. You know this is probably one of your worst ideas. Less than 24 hours ago you were sitting in a Virginia Beach jail cell and got off solely because of your father’s reputation. But with how you feel like, at any moment you’re going to lose your fucking shit. How you’re seriously contemplating bursting out of this house and running into the cold Atlantic Ocean just outside your doorstep, just to get the fuck out of here… drinking sounds fucking incredible right now.

You can’t say that to your father, for … obvious reasons. So, you sit up a little straighter, clearing your throat, and pitching your voice up higher, just like you used to do as a kid when you would beg him to take you to 7/11 for a Slurpee after school, “Dad… I know what I did was bad. And I’ve learned my lesson. But, with Dave here, he can take care of me. So, nothing bad will happen again.” You look to Dave again just in time to see him roll his eyes at your performance. Okay, confirmed, he does see right fucking through you.

Your dad on the other hand… this always worked. He frowns… looks at you, thinks for a moment… “You can go out again. On two conditions.”

Fuck. Yes.

“One, you listen to Dave. Everything he says. If he cuts you off, he cuts you off. If he says it’s time to leave, it’s time to leave. You stay right next to him, the whole time. You do not leave his sight.”

You smile. Easy enough. You glance at Dave who is tapping his fingers on the table, his jaw tightly clenched, mouth pulled to one side, biting the inside of his lip.

Oh, he’s pissed.

But… like he said himself, the only two people Dave takes orders from is his boss, and Till Leland.

God bless Till Leland.

“Second, you have to promise me you’ll go back to school. You’re doing nothing with your life, and I’m sick of it. You need to start something. You can’t just make a career out of partying.”

Okay… that’s a little more difficult. You frown… “can I go to William & Mary?” Your voice is still in that pathetic, high pitched, whiny tone you pick up when you want something, and you’re vaguely aware of the way Dave turns to look at you, eyebrows pinched together in confusion.

Your dad sighs. Leaning down to rest his elbows on the table, resting his forehead on the heels of his hands “We’ve had this talk before, honey, you know, damn well, that if you end up going to anywhere other than Virginia Tech the President of the University will stop donating to my campaign. You know this.,”

Yes, you know this. But that still doesn’t stop you from trying to change this.

“I know, dad it’s just…”

He cuts you off, slamming his hand on the table, “See, you say you know this. You say you understand. But here you are still asking.”

Dave doesn’t show it, but he’s really fucking confused by the sudden turn in events. He’s never seen your father like this. This morning he was so kind and worried about you. Even when he yelled at he wouldn’t let you drink yourself to death, that came from a place of worry. Now, Till Leland is just furious. Dave watches as you recoil, as if you had just been slapped, and you look down at your plate, staring into it like you’re trying to completely remove yourself from being mentally present in this moment.

Till continues, “I caved when you just kept begging to study English Lit. Even though you know as well as I do that there’s barely any jobs. But I’m not caving in this. It’s Virginia Tech or you get out. You’ve ruined my campaign enough for one night. Honestly, you getting out would be doing me a favor, at this point.” After saying it he closes his eyes, breathing heavily, rubbing his temples.

Holy shit.

Even Dave can recognize that that was a little excessive. He looks to you, where you stay, staring into your plate of pasta, blinking away tears, breathing heavily. The silence in the room is defeating. No one moves, no one makes a sound, until he hears you, in a small soft voice “I’ll register for classes tomorrow…” Dave watches as you bite your lip, and bring a hand up to your thigh as you pinch the skin above your knee for a moment, you take a deep breath and look up at your father, “May I be excused?”

You get out of there before your dad can respond.

Dave takes a deep breath, standing to follow you out of the room, grabbing his plate, Mr. Leland holds a hand up, before sighing and resting his forehead in his hands.

“Dave… just…” He looks up at Dave, face sad and eyes slightly reddened, shakes his head, and goes back to eating his dinner, like nothing happened, “make sure she’s alright.” ——————-———————————————— The second the door to your bedroom shuts behind you, you let out a choked sob, stumbling until you collapse on the floor. Bringing your knees to your chest, you’re just trying to breathe. Four seconds in. Four second pause… and you can’t hold your breath for four seconds. Your heart rate is too high, your mind running too quick, your heart just fucking hurting too bad. You feel like your father reached into your chest cavity and is currently crushing your heart between his fists. The emotional pain you feel right now is so crushing, you feel it physically. You feel a heaviness on your chest you've unfortunately grown familiar with, but not used to it. You’re not able to breathe. Everything that has happened in the last 24 hours is pinning you to the ground, warranting you unable to even move. You just sit on the ground, crying in your hands, feeling your warm tears sliding down your palms, darkening the sleeves of your hoodie, the fabric cooling and chilling your wrists. But you don’t even care.

Your brain feels like mush, so much to think about leaving you completely thoughtless. All you know is you’re hurting and there’s nothing you can do in your house to stop it.

Laying back and staring at the ceiling, tears running across your cheeks, cool tears pooling into your ears.

You let them run.

You don’t bother to move when your head your doorknob turn, and the undeniable click of your door opening. You just stare up at the ceiling, memorizing the faint textured details on the ceiling. You don’t bother moving, even when Dave kneels beside you, his knees popping as he lowers. You miss the way his face winces at the feeling.

He examines you for a moment. Face swollen and glassy with tears, your eyes blankly staring into the ceiling. Your breathing, rhythmic, he hears you inhale for four seconds, hold for four seconds, exhale four seconds, hold for four seconds. You repeat this, over and over, not stopping, even he moves to bring you a tissue from the box on your bedside table.

He doesn’t say a word.

Neither do you.

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[miss-celestial-being]

My Dearest, Secret Admirer

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𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: eddie munson x fem!reader

𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠: Eddie Munson, local freak, has found himself obsessing over the Hawkins princess, Y/n. After years of pinning, he finally decides to give her a letter, unknowingly starting a pen-pal-ship with two simple words; "secret admirer"

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: kinda stalker!eddie ig, completely fluffy tho, mostly not proofread

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 1.1k

𝑎𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠: so ik this is out late but i completely forgot and ive had like no inspiration to write the other parts so expect later updates than i said originally

**Love, Eddie part one**

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Y/n leaned against her locker, books in hand as she talked to Chrissy about the upcoming basketball game. She tuned to her locker, unlocking it before pulling it open. A paper fell to her feet, messily placed in an envelope, smelling of smoke and grime.

She bent down to pick it up, eyebrows furrowing at the scribbled handwriting on the back.

'Y/n Y/l/n'

Y/n looked around for anyone who could've put it there, finding it empty spare a few freshmen running to their next class in the short passing period given, Chrissy long gone. She hummed, opening the letter carefully in fear of something jumping out at her. She gently opened it, being careful as to not break the beautiful blood red wax seal on the front.

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Beautiful Y/n,

Your eyes sparkle like the very stars you hung in the sky. Your hair flows elegantly as you walk down the halls.

You're laughing now. Your laugh is like the songs of the angels above, your smile bright as the sun. I admire your beauty from afar, wishing to have your heart, to hold you close, to protect you from the cruelty that is the world around your love.

My dear princess, my queen, you have my own heart. You have me. I am yours. I assure you I mean no harm, I only wish to know your love.

Forever yours,

Your Secret Admirer

(p.s. check room 30)

•

Y/n chuckled as she looked around her once more, still finding no sign of the person that pit this letter in her locker–her secret admirer. She walked to class, her thought filled with guesses at who this could be.

She bit her nails as she watched the clock.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Finally, the bell rang. Y/n stood up, speeding out if the class to search for room 30. She passed rooms 28 and 29 before finally stumbling into the abandoned classroom. "Hello?" She asked the empty room. She sighed to herself, rolling her eyes at the prank that was played on her before she caught sight of an envelope from the corner of her eye.

She hummed, walking toward it, looking around for anyone that could possibly pop out and scare the living shit out of her. She reached for the envelope, opening it the same as the last, preserving the wax seal.

She read the note to herself, a small smile on her face.

Dearest Y/n,

Her smile grew at the words. She looked around as though she would get caught reading something so harmless.

It would seem as though you enjoy this little game, otherwise why would you be here? Obviously if you weren't here you wouldn't be reading this so I think it's safe to assume you like this.

I hope you understand the effort it took just to get myself to do this, I was really nervous.

She chuckled at the person's cuteness. Her face heating with admiration.

Now, a few things;

1. If you wish to continue this, leave your own letter here (its a classroom so im sure you'll find paper) I'll check around 4:30 to make sure we don't cross paths.

Y/n looked up at the clock, realizing it was 4:00. She grabbed a paper from her notebook, ripping it off and getting ready to write, finishing the note first.

2. Look here every Wednesday between 2:30 and 3:00 pm for more notes, You leave notes every Thursday at the same time, good? I think a schedule would be best, no? If you wanna write to me more or something, just say the word and we can make it every other day.

She made a mental note in her head, memorizing the times.

3. If you wish to know my identity, you'll have to guess for yourself. No cheating!!

She let out a snort of laughter, shaking her head as she continued the letter.

And lastly...

Let the games begin,

Your secret admirer

Y/n took out a pencil from her bag, scribbling on the lined paper messily as the clock ticked.

She folded it up, running out of the classroom with a few minutes to spare, her smile wide as she thought of who it could be.

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Eddie leaned against the wall behind the corner, peaking out to look back at Y/n's locker, watching as she opened it, his letter falling to her feet.

She smiled.

That was a good sign right?

She pealed it open, pocketing the wax seal before taking out the letter, she looked around and Eddie moved back behind the wall quickly. He heard a soft chuckle and his smiled, peaking back around the wall to watch the girl with admiration.

She finished reading, looking back around her before the bell rang and she ran to her last class.

Eddie walked around the school a bit, biting his nails until the bell rang. He checked his watch, the time reading 4:00. Eddie sighed, leaning back against the wall as he waited for the 30 minutes to be up.

He heard hurried footsteps running out the school and checked his watch once more. Eddie checked his watch again, the time now 4:27. He stood straight, walking slowly to the room till his watch beeped, signaling it was 4:30. He smiled slightly, picking up the pace until he was standing in front of the door.

He took a moment to calm himself, remembering that she may have just thrown it away. He opened the door slowly, checking around the room for the girl. The room was empty except for a small, folded, lined piece of paper. He knelt down to pick it up, realizing it must've fallen off the table.

He smiled, opening it slowly as though he was afraid it would be a letter of rejection or calling him a freak–which he was used to but something told him it'd hurt more coming from her–or a creep. He took a deep breath, reading it quickly.

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Hello stalker secret admirer,

Firstly, thank you for the compliments.

Secondly, I've got a few questions before we start this for real;

1. Why me? There are so many other girls here, so why did you choose me?

2. What will we talk about? Just our day? Or will we have like a secret code or something? Just wanna know if this'll be fun, y'know?

3. How is it fair that you know my identity but i can't know yours?

4. Can I ask things about you? Like your hobbies, your hair color, who you are, etc. etc.

And lastly...

Let the games begin,

You know who

(p.s. "the word" ;) )

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[jackiequick]

Life or Death Experience [Part 2]

Read Life or Death Experience [Part1 Here]

Top Gun Maverick Au Series

Pairings: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Jennifer ‘JenPen’ Mitchell, Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Amber ‘Skysolo’ Kazansky 

Supporting Characters: Maverick, The Daggers Squad, Cyclone, Bates, Hondo and etc

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The snow is slowly getting ready to pick up speed as some bit fell from the sky onto the ground level in the air, as she flew. JenPen wasn’t sure if she was gonna be fired or not after that stunt she pulled back there, but after feeling like she just died twice hearing Dagger 1 and 2 were down, she felt like the gearshift to race off and find them. The girl refused to believe they were goners.

The girl was like a ball of dust behind and in between the clouds, speeding off a fewest touchdown with other aircrafts until she noticed Maverick and Rooster from far away and two misleading shot heading towards them. “Not today..” She muttered taking down a pilot’s leading missiles as Rooster quickly started shooting down another pilot. He didn’t notice his girlfriend was the one in the cockpit, until he whipped his head to notice her plane gasping, “Jen?!” Before either one of them to respond to their radio, the couple was hit separately by the enemy aircrafts…

From where Maverick was standing and dodging a hit, he saw it all. The older man was taken back, in his eyes both of his children were down for the count and exposing themselves to the snowy woods. His whole world stopped pacing in itself as he paused fearing he lose them forever due to his picks for the mission, then he saw it, two brightly colored  parachutes flying in the air and his feet ran quicker than his brain could process it.

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Rooster quickly woke up in a pile of snow and groaned sitting up, wiping away the snowflakes that fallen onto his face. It was an addicting adrenaline run that came over him as he noticed a few feet away from him stood JenPen, then he remembered that just happened and grumbled loudly. JenPen sat on her knees pounding the snowy ground, sucking her teeth and groaned as relief and realization hit her.

She noticed Bradley starting to wipe away snow from his suit glaring her. JenPen raise an eyebrow with such attitude and yelled, “What? You mad at me or something?!”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Rooster yelled with a strong look. 

“Is that how you greet the woman who saved your ass?!”

“You throw my ass in the snow!”

“I did not!”

“What are you doing here?!”

“Saving your ass from there ass!”

“I was fine, I didn’t need you to save me!”

JenPen stood up at this point with her hands on her hips and joked, “Aww, Princess Bradshaw doesn’t need saving? I’ll just go then!”

“With what form of transportation? You’re feet?!” Said Rooster as he rolled his eyes with his hands on his own hips.

“I—? That’s not the point! I deserve at least a ‘thank you’ or—”

“Is that Maverick?”

“Huh?”

The couple turned their heads slowly to see what looks to be a Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell running at lighting speed the best he could in the high piles of snow that surrounded them. The pair looked at each other and gulp in fear knowing something was coming with the face the older man had. Once he arrived Maverick yelled, “You alright?”

“Yeah I’m good! You alright?” JenPen and Rooster asked with their arms in reach expecting a smile but instead they were pushed to the ground.

“Fucking hell!” Bradley yelled in surprise, looking at Maverick like he was insane, “What the hell?”

“Bradley stop cursing!” JenPen shouted to him then, turned to look at her father surprised by his action, “What was that for?!”

“What are you guys doing here?!’ Maverick shouted in relief and annoyance at their actions.

“What am i doing here?” Bradley shouted back standing up and helping JenPen onto her feet.

Maverick pinched the bridge of his nose and ground, “You think I took down that missile so you could be down here with me? You should be back on the carrier right now!” He turned to his daughter next, “And you! You are a Dagger Spare, you should be back there waiting for him and the others, not here. Especially in your condition.”

Rooster questioned Maverick’s last words ‘condition’ and sucked in his teeth in frustration pressing, “First off, i saved you life, Mav! We both did!”

“I saved your lives! That’s the whole point! What the hell were you even thinking?” Maverick questions.

“You told me not to think!”

“Well i…” Pete was left without words knowing that’s what exactly what he said and exhale, “It’s good to see both of you.”

“Good to see you too.”

Jen looked around with a hand on her chest exhaling, “So were sticking together right? So what’s the plan?”

“First off, you’re just as insane as i am for coming here.” Maverick exclaimed and half smiled, “In all likelihood, search and rescue won’t be up here in a few hours. We got two option, stay here and hide, or get back up in the air.”

“How would we even do the second one, exactly? We got no functioning aircrafts with us.” Bradley said, looking around keeping an eye on his girl and uncle Mav for any injures.

~~~~

Pete gave them a knowing look to indicate for them to follow him to the other side of the forest. He noticed how close they’ve grown holding hand and wished he saw more of it over the last two weeks before the mission. Bradley sighed marching towards the direction of the mountains grumbling. JenPen followed both her boys, marching along the forest questioning if they might not even get a chance to talk.

She stopped, “Guys wait! We not make it out alive and if I’m gonna fly with you guys, i need to know we’re all on the same page…please?”

Maverick looked at Rooster, as they shared a look then look at Jen knowing she was right. Bradley sighed, “Why did you pick me and not Hangman or Coyote? After everything that’s going all between all of us, I figured you wouldn’t want to!”

Pete winced, “I’d prefer to have you by my side any day, regardless of what happened. I was just scared okay…”

“Scared of what? Screwing up or getting drafted on a dangerous mission? Pulling my papers broke us apart! All of us!”

Jen looked down at the last part and spoke, “The night we found that the paperwork was pulled broke us, dad! Bradley left us…we were all heartbroken, you even wanted to pulled mine…why?”

~~~~

“Because i was scared of you guys getting hurt or worse, not making it out alive!” Pete sadly admitted, “I’ve lost so many people in my life because of the Navy…i lost my parents, best friend and even wingmen. I wanted to save both of you from that heart ache of losing each other!..you two are my kids and i love both of you. You were the last people in my life i refused to lose, but i lost you guys anyway due to my actions…”

Bradley frowned but stayed quiet, looking away for a moment before glanced back at them. Tears started to form. “I left our family behind because i thought i wasn’t good enough for the Navy, Mav! I made Jen believe that it was her fault and that she didn’t tell me because she didn’t want to break my heart…i broke the heart of the one girl, i knew i want would have my back! I ran away from you…” He said, shaking his head at the mere thought of that night, “I hated it!”

“Because i didn’t know either before i was given that letter from you, Roo..i told you and i screamed at dad that day…I made Bradley believe he wasn’t trustworthy! I knew i wasn’t gonna make it into the Navy without your support and i threw my enlistment papers in the trash..so we were sent back a few years. I was heartbroken, i cried for days because of that night…” Jen said as she admitted to how she felt, “Because dad didn’t want to see us in the Navy or something!”

Maverick stayed quietly hearing both of them. He knew it must’ve hurt and he remembers how crazy that month went. Pete decided to tell them the truth, “You’re both right. I was scared, but both of you are born to be in the air! Bradley, you don’t trust yourself nor your aircraft and it tends to hold you back. Jennifer, you get spooked too quickly and end up doing something hugely impulsive that can backfire. I could see it..”

“You didn’t..I—” Bradley spoke but Pete stopped him with a look.

Pete contained a sigh and continued, “The day you told that me wanted to join the Navy, i was trilled, but like i said i was scared. I remember, i made a promise to Carole that i wouldn’t let you guys fly just yet, especially after what happened to Goose. She was scared both of her babies would goners before they got time to live their lives! And so i was..i wanted both of you to live longer than Goose and any other wingmen in the past who died young, in doing so, i messed up…I’m sorry for what we did, we were trying to protect you.”

“You made a promise to my mom that we live our lives before we fly? You wanted me to fly?”

“Yes i did! From the moment you were born, a part of me always knew you would be flying up there and having a good time. I never wanted for anything of this to happen and I’m sorry I stood in your way. I just want to..”

JenPen stayed quiet wiping tears as she listening to them with a hand on her chest. It took her a moment but she finished her dad’s words, “..protect us.”

~~~~

They were marching on a little to keep warmth and not stay in one place. Maverick let out a sad smile taking both Bradley and Jennifer. The pair grabbed Pete’s hand and gripping onto them for dear life, realizing how much they missing out on contacting one another.

Pete sighed, “You two are my pride and joy, and i want to see you guys succeed! There are still things you need to work on and clear out, before you can reach the level of greatest I know you have within you. You’re skills and instincts are what got you guys here so far.”

Bradley smiled wiping a tear from his eye and chuckled, “Damn right i did! I took down a missile to save your ass.”

Jen rolled her eyes and smiled, “If were talking truths and revealing stuff...i got something to say.”

“What is it?”

“I’m pregnant.”

JenPen grinned, tapping her gloved hand onto her very flat belly. The girl shrugged playing it off cool but couldn’t stop the giggles that escaped her lips. Maverick’s eyes popped up like a Jack-In-The-Box laughing with joy already knowing the important news, it’s why he pushed his daughter more lightly onto the snowy ground in the pits of his anger than Rooster. Speaking of Rooster, the man was completely speechless at the news of him being a father and never imagined it to happen so fast.

Jennifer raise an eyebrow giggling said in a jokingly manner, “Uh, earth to chicken? You alright?”

“You’re pregnant?!” Bradley exclaimed as a huge smile filled his entire body.

“Y-yeah! You happy?”

“Happy?!”

Before JenPen had a moment to response, Rooster lifted his gorgeous gal into his arms and spinning them around in gleeful smiles. His emotions couldn’t handle the craziness of the situation first finally he told the reason why his papers were pulled and now he’s told about going to be a daddy. The man was trilled. Maverick laughed, throwing his head back at Rooster���s reaction and JenPen’s giggles.

Once Jen was back on her feet and still in his boyfriends arms, the girl said, “I’ll take that as long yes?”

“Oh my god, yes!” Rooster replies grinning and then turned to Mav, “Did you know?”

Pete nodded with a smile and replied, “I was told earlier today, i almost let it slip after i found. Now let’s go before we’re dead!”

~~~

The trio walked, more like ran up a mountain of snow, eventually ducking behind a snow bank as they peered through the smoke and debris as the cold played on their faces while looking for an escape plan, hopefully. 

“There!” Maverick said, pulling out a set of binoculars that he carried with him. Bradley and Jen peered over to see what he was looking up, their eyes widen at the realization. 

“The hell-are you crazy?” Jen asked, “Oh wait, don’t answer that.”

“You’re not serious.” Bradley asked, “An F-14..?”

“I shot down 3 MiGs in one of those.” Maverick responded as if it was nothing and his daughter sighed wondering how this can work.

“Uh hello?! We don’t even know if that bag of ass can fly!” Rooster argued, making a very valid point.

“Let’s find out.” 

And Maverick was off racing towards the frontlines down the mountain. Jen gasp, “Dad no!” as Bradley yelled, “Mav?! I...okay.” The two ran off him bumping into each other until they all reached the planes. Maverick gave them instructions to get in the F-14 as he got into the other one. 

As Bradley entered the backseat he joked, “This thing is so old!”

“So is dad!” Jen joked pack fixing her helmet in the front seat.

Maverick rolled his eyes and grumbled, “I heard that!”

The two laughed, getting ready to fly and follow Maverick’s lead. JenPen grinned, “Never thought we get fly together huh, honey?”

Rooster thought about it for a moment and grinned, “I would’ve liked it in better circumstances sweetheart. Wait-have you ever flown one of theses before?!”

“Do you want the answer to that right now?”

“We’re gonna die.”

“With that negativity we just might!”

“Again, you almost killed me back there!”

“I was saving your ass, dummy!”

“I was saving all our asses, women!”

Maverick cut them off, “Hey! As much as I love you two together, it’s not the right time to argue, understand?”

They both mumbled, “Yes.” like two children being caught in the act. Soon enough they were off flying behind Maverick, wondering how they were gonna get this in the air but they were answered rather quickly. 

“Why are the wings coming out dad?” JenPen asked glanced at the jet in front of her, following her father’s lead, confused after no response from him.

“Uh, Mav? This is a taxiway, not a runway! This is a very short taxiway, Mav!” Rooster reminded, but it was no use, no response from him either.  The jets started moving forward, picking up speed.

“You just hang on and follow my lead.” Maverick said calmly, guiding the kids up with him as flew up the runway. JenPen grumbled and took a breath, flying upwards while Rooster braced for impact, as the two yelled slightly. A cling was loudly heard from behind them and smiled in relief, getting a strong feeling they are gonna make it home. 

~~~~~

Back on the carrier. Cyclone was humming and gripping the sides of the desk looking between the controls. Warlock sighed trying to figure out a new move as he saw The Daggers return from the mission with a sad success. Amber was pacing back and forth watching her friends return keeping an eye on controls and walked out of the room, begging the world for a response from Maverick, Rooster and JenPen. The women glares at Cyclone was a fire pierced glare, sass and cries of anger filed up her body. 

Bob and Fanboy were in the hallway with Payback and Hangman discussing the actions of the mission. Coyote was in the medical ward of the carrier with Phoenix since she was being looked at the nurses and doctors for any damage to her body. The whole carrier felt silent while a high piercing sorrow filled up the airways of everyone in it, searching for any signs of pilots. 

Cyclone was walking down the hallway glancing at the young Kazansky walking down with Warlock to discus matters with the Daggers, she followed. Cyclone kept going on and on about how reckless they acted and wanted answered on the Michelle family, since he figured they knew about the relationship between the group. The Daggers tried their best to explain but none of the answers was to his liking. 

Amber’s temper was rising more and more knowing that this could’ve all been resolved if she was just able to sent Hangman and anyone else after them from the start. She hated the fact that Cyclone was tossing JenPen’s name around as well, calling her impulsive and reckless wanting her to be court-marshaled once she returned, if she did return. 

Then the top of the glass was filled when Cyclone said, “Rooster, Maverick and JenPen desired what’s coming to them! Not once, was I informed about the couple either. Their wings will be taken away the hour they step foot onto this carrier, the three better hope the officers have a change of heart.” 

“That’s it, let me at ‘em!” Amber shouted with her fists curled, chest puffing heavily, speeding towards the admiral’s face to give him a good swing in that jaw of his. 

Her shouts caught all of them off guard, Cyclone’s eyes widen and Warlock let out a grunt. The Daggers got quick to their feet, yelling and shouting. Amber arm was in the perfect position to swing a good one towards’ his face when a pair of arms wrapped around her waistline, dragged her backwards. “No, let me at ‘em! Let me go!” she said shouted once again trying back the arms that tighten around her waist and the gentle hand placed on forehead. 

A few hushed were heard in her ears and small circles rubbed onto her back to calm her down. She soon realized who’s arms she was placed into. Phoenix and Coyote’s arms. Hangman was standing behind them, glancing between her and Cyclone in full force, his chest was puffed out and ears were ringing.  

Warlock stopped them all but before we can say a word, an operator ran from the room, a frantic expression on their face. “Sir, sir!” They said, “We’re receiving a signal from Rooster’s ESAT, but it appears to be malfunctioning, sir!”

“What?” Amber asked, now calmer and looked around the room in pure shock.

“Malfunctioning how?” Cyclone asked, while Bate questions knowing JenPen wasn’t far behind.

“Sir, Overwatch is reporting an F-14 Tomcat is airborne and on course for our position.” Explained another as they ran into the control room. 

“He’s airborne.” Amber muttered. 

“It can’t be..can’t it?” Bate said in awe and hopes it was true. 

“Maverick.” Cyclone muttered his face a pure picture of surprise, then sighed deeply, “Get Hangman in the air and I want him to get eyes on that Tomcat, now!”

~~~~

Amber run up to the taxiway of the carrier where Hangman was setting up his cockpit and hearing the radio from the operator. He placed his helmet on again and glanced at his lady, “You alright?”

“Could be better. We will deal with that outburst later.” Amber tried reasoning with her boyfriend and sighs, standing on the latter nearby the jet.

“Everything will be fine, I promise. Also, I would’ve let you punch Cyclone it wasn’t for our position on this mission.”

“I know you would’ve. Now go kick some ass!”

“Yes, ma’am!”

And Hangman was off the carrier as The Daggers raced off in preparation for the landing soon

~~~~

The trio had to keep their helmets on while smiling and waving at bandits like idiots, flying off and around the air to return home. It was stressful and dearly annoying, JenPen got inpatient and Rooster tried fighting out the urge to telling them race off while Maverick stayed calm. The jig was up and they all knew it, as one bandit pulled up beside them. 

“His wingman is moving into a weapons envelope, so listen up. When I tell you, you grab those rings above your head. That’s the ejection handle.” Maverick remained calm, trying not to show how scared he felt in that moment. He didn’t neither of the kids to fill up with fears, knowing they are strong enough to hopefully face this.

“Honey, I think we can outrun theses guys.” Rooster said in a fear and proudness laced in his voice. He was just the RIO in this moment while JenPen was the front facing pilot with nerves in her eyes but remained playing it off cool. He and Maverick talked, knowing it was a dogfight. 

“Yeah. An F-14? Against 5th generation fighters?” JenPen reminded both of them with her hands on the wheel, glaring at the skies between them. Maverick glances at the side of their planes and the bandits. 

“It’s not the plane. It’s the pilot.” Bradley repeated himself. “You’d go after them if we wasn’t here.”

Maverick sighed, “But you are both here...I’ll fight one of them off, you take the other one.”

So the fight was on. Maverick stayed in his lane fighting off the fighters while JenPen and Rooster fought against another set. They fired missiles and gun, focused on shooting them down. The bandits were smart but so were they, flying behind the clouds and around mountains of greenery and snow as their covers, getting the jump on them. JenPen saw sometime in the radar and shot a missile, “I’mma try something.”

“Go ahead.” Rooster said pushing the bottom switch to eject more flare with a slight smirk. 

They decide to do a small similar maneuver on the bandit after seeing it do a spiral spin on them and started firing at them. One bandit was in the air searching for them, finding nothing on the radar confused when suddenly Rooster and JenPen did a inverted dive and flipped over where they were upside down facing the bandit with a grin. 

“What the-?” The bandit questioned was confused for a moment and looking around for Maverick’s signal but found nothing. Rooster smirked sticking out the middle finger saying, “Smile for the birdie!” as JenPen flew them above and beyond the bandit. Rooster pushed the button and send out flares to the guy in the cockpit and the other behind them. The two laughed. 

“How’s that for commentating with foreign relations?” Rooster joked as they speed off towards the higher edge of the clouds. Maverick was in the air soon a few clouds away. Everything was fine until they took a few hits as it turned into a cat and mouse game, they were out of flares on both ends, the kids panicked as Maverick felt like he re-living a fear of his all over again. 

He sighed squeezing his eyes and shouted, “We gotta bail! We gotta eject!” That caught Bradley’s attention, “What?! No!”

“It has to be done! We need altitude! Pull the ejection handles the second you do.”

JenPen groaned and her grip on the wheel tighten, it felt like a nightmare and looked over her shoulder at the guys. “DAD NO! WAIT!”

“There is no other way, you have to!” Maverick recounter flying upwards, hoping they followed his lead.  

She looked up in the air for reassurance whispering and Rooster prayed to whoever was listening muttering, “Talk to me, dad...” Without a second to spare they were off in the air higher and fast as JenPen shouted, “Eject!” They can both hear from the radio Maverick screaming to the top of his lungs to eject from their seats that very moment. His heart dropped his to stomach and his ears rang as he heard Bradley’s cries, “It’s not-it’s not working!”  

The pounding in Maverick’s chest rises as he hears both JenPen and Rooster shouting trying to escape the jet but nothing was working. The handles refused to eject them out of the plane. He tighten his eyes shut mumbling how sorry he was as it dawned on him, he failed both of his kids that very moment...

~~~

Rooster felt his body went cold and his hands squeezing for warmth looking around in full force to survive this mission, but he knew he was a goner. He was gonna die the same way as his father. Bradshaw family gone. He can hear Jen’s heavy breathes and impulsive ways of pounding the front of the dash, he knows she was upset and mostly scared. 

Bradley wished he can hold her and tell her it was gonna be okay but he can’t. His only thought was how he didn’t get to marry her before he died, or to even ask Maverick for his permission first...

BOOM! It was heard loud and clear, Jen snapped her head whipping around releasing a breath she was holding onto. An explosion that spooked her, seeing it was a bandit and a few other getting blasted into pieces. Maverick took a sharp breath believing he died at the moment and was sent off to heaven with Goose, but he wasn’t. Bradley rolled his head back gasping for air and turned to see what just happened. 

A jet appeared from the black smoke and rough piercing noise. A solid F-18 in it’s full glory. Then they heard it. “Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. This is your savior speaking. Please fasten your seatbelts, return your try tables to their locked and upright positions, and prepare for landing.”

Bradley rolled his eyes in relief and broke into a small. JenPen laughed and shook her head. Maverick grinned proud of this student. 

“Hey, Hangman! You look good.” Bradley said into the radio. 

“I am good, Rooster. I’m very good!” Jake replied with a grin, “The missus let me go take it for a spin.”

“I can see that.”

“I’ll see you back on deck.”

Jake flew guiding them to the carrier with glee, radioing to the tower that he found them and they will need medical attention. Amber heard it from the radio calling was troops on deck to get ready. Maverick followed Jake with JenPen and Rooster behind them. They lost an engine but Jen wasn’t gonna confirm that to Bradley. 

It was a rough landing but they got out safely. Maverick out of his jet first asking if they were ok as they nodded, as the trio found themselves hugging in the crowd that surrounded them. A few tears were shed that they survived, pulling away Rooster run towards Bob and Phoenix in full force. 

Jake grinned shaking his hand and said, “You did good!’

“Thanks! You got yourself another kill.” Bradley respond returning the grin. 

“Make that two! Sorry about the last few days.”

“It’s alright!”

For the hell of it, Phoenix couldn’t help herself and said, “You know, Mav has five. Makes him an ace.”

The two shrugged knowing they can’t beat Maverick for the life of them, pulling Phoenix into a hug. Amber found them slapping Rooster’s arms for the stunt he pulled earlier dragging JenPen along, who she found hugging Hondo. 

JenPen was released from the hold and hugged Phoenix who scolded her saying, “What is wrong with you?! You almost gave us all a heart attack!”

“I’m sorry! I was impulsive.” JenPen admitted looking around at her friends, noticing Payback, Coyote, and Fanboy coming into the group. She thought it was a good time as any to tell them. She sighed, “Also I got something to say!”

Payback and Coyote looked each other confused, Bob shrugged having no idea. Jake raised an eyebrow at her, “What? Did you get promoted?”

“Not exactly in the way you think, Bagman.” Natasha remarked chuckling and winked at Amber. 

Rooster smirked placing a hand on his girlfriend’s flat belly and rubbing a few small circles. Fanboy grinned and Bob clapped hugging JenPen. Coyote’s eyes darted quickly noticing the hand placement and gasped, “You’re kidding?!”

Payback smirked, “You went up there to save your baby daddy?! That’s my girl!”

Rooster laughed throwing his head back hugging The Daggers. Jake is silent the whole time breaking into a howling laughter and joked, “Papa Rooster and Mama Mitchell?! I better be the uncle!” 

Everyone was laughing and cheering, noticing a few admirals and officers, trying to process all that happened. However it all came to a stop when a strong voice was heard in the crowd. “Maverick. Rooster. JenPen. To the briefing room, now!” It was Cyclone with a piercing look that meant business. 

~~~

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Losing a friend is like losing a part of your memories and personality; you can’t look back at them because it’ll just remind you of the times you had and how many times you two were together. You can’t forget the times you were down because that friend was always there so to lose the shoulder you cried on at one point is like losing a comfort item, as much as it sounds selfish you wanna keep them to yourself for the sake of having someone there, you dreamed of living and going college with that person but now anytime you see each other there’s not even a smile shared, now you look away awkwardly as if you didn’t even grow up with her, as if you weren’t the one at her parties, the one she complained to about her family and problems, you understand sometimes people grow apart but if you asked your child self if you were to lose that person, they would laugh and say never not even when we are old and wrinkly. You dreamed of always being close to each other, even after death, but now you wonder if they even know your favorite things. You always thought they would the ones your kids call family, the one to be at your side when it’s your wedding, you grew excited to grow up thinking they’ll always be there at your side for every milestone, the one you’ll call to be the god parent of your child, the one who’ll help you shop for your wedding clothes, the one you’ll have on speed dial. Losing a friend breaks the heart way beyond any lover can; it breaks not only the love but also the child inside you that grew up with this person. You cry and scream for them in your head but can’t bring yourself to reach out, you look at the old messages and regret not talking to them more, not taking more photos but how could you ever think that you wouldn’t see them once again when as a kid you couldn’t spend a day without speaking a word to eachother, you never went to each others houses but to you they were your safe place, but now as teens you two barely talk, in total different groups, in different directions of life but at the end you would still help that friend out, in the end that little kid in you would always have a bestie with them, and for that your grateful as they saved you in ways no one else could have, I guess that’s why it hurts more then anything else, because your not just losing your best friend, but your comfort person, the whole reason why you stand today.

Ok, first I’ll pick at it with more conventional things. Mostly punctuation and organization I suppose.

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Losing a friend is like losing a part of your memories and personality.; You can’t look back at them because it’ll just remind you of the times you had and how many times you two were together.

I suppose you could put ; here, but I think because the 2nd idea has ‘because’ in it, it isn’t well-fit for this purpose. So I made them individual sentences.

You can’t forget the times you were down because that friend was always there; so to lose the shoulder you cried on at one point is like losing a comfort item,. As much as it sounds selfish, you wanna keep them to yourself for the sake of having someone there. You dreamed of living and going to college with that person, but now anytime you see each other, there’s not even a smile shared,. Now, you look away awkwardly as if you didn’t even grow up with her, as if you weren’t the one at her parties, the one she complained to about her family and problems,. You understand sometimes people grow apart, but if you asked your child self if you were to lose that person, they would laugh and say never, not even when we are old and wrinkly.

Now right away, I don’t know if you noticed this while writing, but this is like…5-6 sentences smushed into one. Which I think you did by adding lots of commas. You can do this to a certain extent of course, but I think cutting it down will make it easier to read.

A lot of what I did throughout the sentences is add or remove commas. I also added quite a few periods. Periods help complete thoughts and make it clear for readers, so keep that in mind while writing!

You dreamed of always being close to each other, even after death, but now you wonder if they even know your favorite things. You always thought they would be the ones your kids would call family,; the one to be at your side when it’s your wedding,. You grew were excited to grow up thinking they’ll always be there at your side for every milestone,. You thought they were the one you’ll call to be the god parent of your child, the one who’ll help you shop for your wedding clothes, the one you’ll have on speed dial.

Now here, I think you could rearrange the sentences so they kind of follow chronological order, so that it’s easier for the reader to read. Like wedding clothes -> Wedding -> Being Godparent -> Children.

Now I didn’t rearrange them because that would be confusing for you to correct and see. Some of these sentence corrections are there because of how it’s ordered. Now if you re-ordered them, it might be different.

I also noticed you like to use parallel structure, which I would keep up with that. You sometimes change it at the very end, which might break your style.

Losing a friend breaks the heart way beyond any lover can;: it breaks not only the love, but also the child inside you that grew up with this person them.

I was a little hesitant here on the colon, but I think it makes sense to put it there because you are explaining why it breaks the heart more than a lover right after.

Because you’ve mentioned the person as ‘them’ earlier in this piece, I think it’s better to use the pronoun rather than this person, since it can get chunky or unclear.

You cry and scream for them in your head, but can’t bring yourself to reach out,. You look at the old messages and regret not talking to them more,; you regret not taking more photos with them more. But how could you ever think that you wouldn’t see them once again when as a kid, you couldn’t spend a day without speaking a word to eachother,? You never went to each others houses, but to you, they were your safe place,. But now, as teens, you two barely talk, in total different groups, in different directions of life. But at In the end, you would still help that friend out,. In the end, that little kid in you would always have a bestie with them, and for that you’re grateful, as because they saved you in ways no one else could have,. I guess that’s why it hurts more then than anything else, because you’re not just losing your best friend, but your comfort person, the whole reason why you stand today.

Ok for this part, just like the last few, I chunked it into easier sentences, and did some minor grammatical corrections. The part where I put the semi-colon, I added a few words to the 2nd idea to make it more complete and suited for parallel structure.

Final evaluation for conventions: I think the biggest thing is knowing where to end your commas and putting periods instead. You have lots of parallel structure going on, which I think is great for you style. But you need to keep the parallel structure consistent if you use it.

I would also read on semi colon placement if you haven’t, so you have a better idea.

Stylistically, I think it’s great. I know you don’t explain why you split up with the friend, but I think it gives a sense of mystery. It’s still complete without it. So I wouldn’t worry too much on that. I would focus more on getting your conventions fixed.

(I don’t do this much editing for my own pieces, but hope this helped you a little).

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[schvmacher47]

Rumour Has It (Pedri x artist! protagonist)

part 1!

view part 2 here ;)

read rumour has it on wattpad!

summary: Being dragged along to the studio of Sira's favourite artist, Pedri never thought he would find himself falling in love with this place or even the owner... He quickly found himself looking forward to hearing about the process of the commission his friend placed, dropping by after practice to pick up Ferran's commission and place his own, just to get another reason to see Ana again. [...]

It was a warm, bright day in early February, the clock was about to hit four in the afternoon. Ana's pants and the sleeves of her sweatshirt were covered in old, dried-off paint. She stared at the blank canvas in front of her, twisting the big paint brush between her fingers. The white canvas slowly but surely blurred with the curtained window front of her studio.

Ana sat with her back to the front door. It was a quiet day, not many people found their way into one of Barcelona's many, narrow, secluded alleys. And if they did, it was only with a certain goal in mind.Whether it was to take photos of the picturesque alleys, to go to one of the cosy cafés, restaurants or bars, or to visit her studio.

But it wasn't one of those days. And that was okay. She found the peace and quiet extremely pleasant. A welcome change from the stressful city and university life.

Sighing, Ana dipped the brush into the brown acrylic paint diluted with water. The liquid paint dripped onto the floor when she applied the brush to the canvas and spread the paint over a large area.

The former white of the canvas disappeared, the canvas was now tinted in a light brown colour. Satisfied with the new starting position, Ana reached for the magazines beside her and tore up article after article. She dipped another brush into the container filled with glue and began to randomly paste the torn articles on the canvas.

She did what she did best, let her creativity run wild. The randomly placed newspaper articles created a new depth to the canvas, creating the perfect starting point for an abstract portrait.

Even though art was a passion that required patience, patience was exactly what Ana never had when it came to waiting. Spending hours working out details on paintings? No problem. Waiting for the thin layer of paint and glue to dry? Big problem. That's why she always had a hairdryer at hand, in most cases she didn't want to deal with her impatience - The hairdryer thus became her little helper, speeding up the drying process in no time. She loved it, so she didn't lose any time and could start almost immediately with the actual sketch.

Lost in her thoughts, Ana let her pencil run over the canvas, and the initially confused lines quickly formed the shape of a female face. Carelessly, she dropped the pencil back into the bowl on her cart, which she now pulled towards her. The three-tier Ikea trolley looked like one big mess - or even a battlefield. The once white paint was adorned with colourful blobs of paint - oil and acrylic - apart from the new aluminium foil on the top surface - a kind of improvised colour palette. The lower two floors were crammed with paint tubes, sorted by oil and acrylic paint despite the chaos, containers of thinner for the oil paints and all the brushes.

Soft music accompanied the calm atmosphere in her studio as she mixed different acrylic colours and diluted them with water. The paint dripped again, on the floor, trousers, sleeves, as she spread the liquid paint with a soft brush along her sketch and on the newspaper articles.

Without a precise idea, she taped random spots on the canvas and exchanged her soft brush for a large spatula, which she generously covered with white and red acrylic paint and dragged it across the canvas.

The clock was about to hit five in the afternoon when Ana reached for the hairdryer again to dry the acrylic paint faster when she heard the door to her studio open. She rolled up her sleeves and fixed her hair before rising and walking towards the two young men that had just entered the studio.

»How can I help you?« she asked with a friendly smile on her lips. The taller of the two began to speak. »I would like to commission a painting.« – »Sure, would you like to sit down over there to discuss the details?« He nodded in agreement and dragged his buddy with him to the table in the corner.

»What do you have in mind?« she asked as she also sat down at the table and crossed her legs. She pulled a sketchpad and pencil from a drawer, placing the utensils on the table in front of her. »The whole thing is supposed to be a gift for my girlfriend, I brought you some pictures to use as templates...« He told her, spreading out some printed photos on the table. The photos showed a young woman with her horse.

»Sira adores your work! She's been talking non stop about wanting a painting of yours for ages...« he finally continued. »Oh, I'm glad to hear that.... Looking at these photos, I think we have two options here, option one would be, we keep it completely realistic, no frills, just a realistic oil painting. Option two would be a mixed media version...« She explained, meanwhile feeling the interested gaze of the other man, who had remained quiet until now, on her. »Mixed media is what?«, the aforementioned man inquired. »Mixed media is, as the name suggests, a work of art made from many different media.«

»Well, if you're saying that Sira loves her art style, then this 'mixed media' thing would probably be the best choice, right?« – »Gee, you do have brains, Pedri. Who would have thought.« – »You obviously didn't think of it yourself. At least one of us can think straight...« Ana grinned in amusement as she overheard the conversation. »I think your friend is right.« – »Ferran.« – »I think he's right, Ferran. I'd go for the mixed media version too.... Especially if she likes the style as much,« Ana said with a grin.

»I'd trust the female advice if I were you, Ferran« – »Are you questioning my decision-making ability when it comes to gifts for my girlfriend right now?« – »No, I'm just saying that you should trust the female intuition, I guess she knows what she's recommending,« Pedri gestured wildly to clarify his statement. »I can also just make a sketch and then you can still decide...« – »That sounds great, let's do it that way.«

Ana picked up her pencil, immediately starting a sketch of one of the photos that Ferran brought along. Whilst her main focus was now on the sketch, she still continued her questions regarding the painting. »How big do you want the canvas to be?« – »There's literally no need to ask Ferran that, out of all the people I know, he's the one with the worst spatial imagination.« Ana raised her head, the sketch suddenly not as important anymore. Pedri looked at his friend from the side, a wry grin on his face. Ferran just shook his head. »That's so not true!« »Oh yeah? May I remind you of the Christmas tree which was way too tall for your apartment? Or the wardrobe, which didn't fit through the front door?« – »There was literally no need to bring that up.« Ana grinned as she overheard the conversation.

She continued to run the pencil in her hand across the piece of paper, the lines slowly forming an image of the reference photo. »Sounds like a problem we can solve in no time...How about we finish setting up the order portfolio and then look at different canvases with different dimensions?« Both young men nodded in agreement, leaving Ana satisfied working on the final touches of the sketch.

»You know, this is just insane, right?« – »What?« – »This!«, he pointed at the sketch. »You did this in what? Barely five minutes.« Ana just shrugged. »It's my job, it would be very inconvenient if I wasn't able to sketch this quickly.« she mumbled and quickly put her pencil away, being satisfied with the outcome of the sketch. »So I'm right in thinking, that I'm doing a painting based on this sketch?« Ferran simply nodded, being at a loss of words.

Ana took a folder from the shelf behind her. Rummaging in her drawer, she took a ballpoint pen and started filling out her portfolio template. »Since we already have the sketch and reference photos, I'd only need your name and the date by which you need the painting. We'll discuss the price later, once we've decided on the size of the canvas.«, Ferran nodded in agreement, still having a surprised look on his face.

»It'd be great if I could pick the painting up by the end of March.« »Should we agree on the 29th?« – »That's perfect.« Ana nodded and noted the date down. »For how long have you been doing this?« »What?« – »Painting. When did you start?« – »There are photos of me painting at just the age of two, so probably even long before I could really talk. My parents told me that I'd always wanted to destroy the house... As far as I know they had to paint at least a few walls white again after I've decided to paint on them..« – »Sounds a lot like us, don't you think Ferran?« – »The destroying the house part definitely!« A wide grin spread across his face. »Care to explain?« »You don't know?« Both young men looked surprised at her. »Am I supposed to?« – »Given the fact that you live here in Barcelona, I'd say yes. At least the majority of women around your age would definitely know who we are.«, Ferran explained. »That sounds very...cocky.« – »Believe me, I wish it was different...« Pedri shook his head. »You can't have it all I guess..« – »Well I think there are a lot of guys who would enjoy all the female attention you apparently get.« – »I know, but that's just not the point of being a professional footballer...« – »Oh yeah right, I think I know who you are... At least if you're the guys my sister's boyfriend keeps talking about. And that one guy that looks like he could still be in highschool, supposedly forming the new greatest duo of all time with you, just like Xavi and Iniesta once were... I'm not much of a football fan though. Actually I’m one of those who just watches it when it's the Euros or the World Cup, so it's just what I picked up from my soon to be brother in law.« She explained, remembering how Catalina and Carlos had dragged her along to the group stage matches of the Spanish national team in Seville.

Ana just shook her head, twisting her ballpoint pen between her index and middle finger. She indeed never has been really into football, just then recognising the two young men that have found their way into her studio from all the billboards. »So your full name is?« – »Ferran Torres García.« – »Alright, we’re all set. I’d say we can have a look at the canvases now.« Ana quickly tidied up her desk, putting the order portfolio neatly away into her drawer, before she stood up and indicated them to follow her.

»I would probably opt for a rectangular format, as it kind of stretches out the painting rather than compromising it. Which is great in this case, as a square format would just compress it, it wouldn’t look great.« Ana explained, while she led the two men to her hidden storage room. »Now coming back to the spatial imagination, do you have an idea of how much wallspace you want to cover?« she asked, while she already picked out a few canvases she in general always recommended to clients. »I took a photo, we have this wall in our hallway, pretty empty so I figured we could put it there.« said Ferran, unlocking his phone to show Ana the photo he took of his hallway. She had a quick look at it, immediately getting a feeling for the space that should be covered. »How about something like this?« she grabbed a canvas from her storage shelf, putting it on her spare easel. »This is 1,40 metres wide and 1,20 metres tall. Normal wall height is at least 2,50 metres, so it’s not taking up too much space, while still covering up the empty space without being too bulky. « »Sounds… great?« – »I told you he has literally no idea!«, exclaimed Pedri from the other end of the small storage room. He had subconsciously moved off to the other hand and found himself looking at paintings which Ana had stored for her next exhibition. Still amazed by the works of art he’d just seen, he slowly returned, slightly shaking his head in disbelief.

»This is just insane…«

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[mythicalcowboyatheart]

Idk if you take requests or not but if so could you write a fluffy fic where Spencer picks up reader from jail he had to bail her and her friends out for marijuana possession ship or something and she’s really embarrassed but he keeps joking about how cute she’d look in prison orange and how he wants to frame her mugshot

Jail bird

An: i laghed so hard when I read this request! Of course ill wright this because im a bit of a stoner lol

You just wanted to have fun with your friend Remona. That's what this night was supposed to be fun! Just you and your best friend smoking some devils lettuce after a stressful week. But nether one of you expected your friends got busted speeding an the way back to your place after going to your weed dealer. The blue and red lights flashed as you and Romona got out of the car like the officer told you as he checked the car. And of corse he found your weed in the car.

Both of you were loaded in to the police car and tooken to the police station. You both got your mug shots tooken and you got to make your one phone call so you called the only person you knew would probably be up this late at night, hopefully your saving grace Spencer.

The phone rang. "Hello?" Spencer awnsers "hey Spence can I ask you something and you can't laugh." "I can't promise I won't but yeah sure." "can you come and pick me and Ro up from the police station?" You hear laughing on the other end of the line. "Im not joking Spencer!" "Okay, okay! I'll be there soon, and in case I can't get you out make sure you assert dominance first." He laughs out the last part and hangs up.

It took Spencer about 15 minutes to get to the station.He stopped by the front desk and was handed what looks like a piece of paper. since it was your first offense you and Remona just were able to leave with Spencer. Once you were out the cell you ran up and hugged Spencer and kissed his cheek. "Your awesome!" "Oh I know jail bird." Spencer said with a smirk. Remona said her goodbyes and left in her car.

"and also..." Spencer says holding up the paper he was handed at the front desk. "This is getting framed." You looked at the paper and it was your mugshot. Your jaw dropped. "Spencer Charnas no your not!" You say trying to snach it out of his hand, he raised it around your reach."nope this is my payment for getting you." You sigh "whatever!" "And plus you look hot in this mugshot." Spencer smirks softly kissing you.

An: idk if this is how jail and stuff work lol

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[sansloii]

Name: Hollis! ( though, i go by Marshy as well and have for about 6 years )

Pronouns: she/they

Preferred comms: discord because tumblr ims are questionable at best. i also uninstalled the app because of how often it would just randomly crash for little to no reason so.... if you want to reach me, disco is the safest bet

Name of muse(s): I have eight wonderful creatures of varying temperament. Batch 1 was Mikah. Batch 2 was Penelope, Wynn, Evan, Dakota, and Joseph. Batch 3 was Roderick and Andris. I also am working on fleshing out Vega properly but he's not quite done yet.

Experience in RP: in about 2012-ish, i was into f.andomstuck and i had an oc for that until like.... 2014-ish? it was baby's first blog and i didn't really know what I was doing. I had fun, while it lasted, but i also knew some of the people in this community ( like they went to the same high school as me ) so any issue we had on tumblr would translate into lunchroom confrontations. I didn't enjoy that part so much and my interest for it fizzled out by the time i graduated. then, i jumped over to the fire emblem fandom and made an oc for fire emblem awakening! i think i stayed in that rpc until 2016/2017 and i had two ocs, a mother and her son from the future, that i still very much adore. there were ups and downs and i feel like i was taught.... multiple frustrating lessons during my tenure there. it did help me develop my writing a lot and i have to say that i'm honestly better off having taken the chance to do it.

lastly, i ended up here in 2017 and i'm not leaving. i also have another massive oc blog i'm slowly reworking but i'm trying not to stress myself out lol.

Best experiences: it's very difficult to put specific experiences into words because most of it, for me, is vibes. my best experiences have been interactions and plots with people that I not only get along with but like... you know--we understand each other. like if i decide that i'm not going to rp on tumbles for a month and maybe just stick to headcanons, i can do so without fear that you think i'm wasting your time. or that we can pick up where we left off and it's okay if you respond to the months old thread you had with me. or! we can just stay up until the wee hours of the morning talking about ideas or blorbos or getting really into a discord rps. like it's the vibes that i can come to you like a fart in the night with a gifset or image like "hey this is our muses" and, likewise, you can do the same with me.

to those of you who i vibrate at the speed of light towards at any given moment, you know who you are. thank you for being patient with me and giving me the space to vibe with you :)

Pet peeves / dealbreakers: i feel like every time i open my mouth about pet peeves i have, i sound like a crotchety old person that always has something negative to say deep down ... but w/e. it's my soap box.

i've noticed that since i've come back, it feels like i have to be the one that's chasing some people for interactions or plots more often. or like. right out the gate, they wanna jump from A to Z and be best buds and whatever so we can speedrun everything. or... i'm expected to or have to do most of the work because they're quite literally doing none of it after expressing interest. and like some of that isn't inherently bad! i'll be the first to admit that if we're friendly enough and progress something enough to where it's like... an established thing? we can have something going faster than the speed of sound after that. we can have multiple ships, a dedicated au, a whole slew of worldbuilding shit together and i won't care because i know said person on some level. and that took time + a whole slew of back and forths.

however, it doesn't feel great to express that "hey i want to plot something but it'll take time and like... if we're shipping on top of that, it'll take double that amount" and watch, in real time, as that person just... eventually leaves you on read. and/or just doesn't interact with your content anymore. and i can tell the difference between being preoccupied/ having not great week/taking a break from tumblr entirely/being slow and being put on a shelf/ barely acknowledged very clearly. i shouldn't have to feel like i'm competing for a slot or something, which is the vibes i got sometimes and ( as you would expect ) didn't like.

this isn't directed at anyone i'm currently following, ofc. i know i am not perfect but i also know that i am an extremely patient person, which is how I want to be treated. It's very frustrating to try and try and try again only to get the bare minimum from people i genuinely wanted to interact with. but c'est la vie--such is life--and i move on. i, like many others, have limited time to be on here and if something doesn't bring me joy after a month, two months, three months, I'm more than willing to part with it. there has to be effort on both ends in some way and if you want me to pat your ass, pat my ass too.

Muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ): you cannot make me choose. now, does that mean that I write them all in equal amounts? certainly not. but it really depends on my mood. sometimes, all i wanna do is talk about soft moments. other times, i want to put my muses in a blender and watch them process what's happening to them. occasionally, i'll let them roam free and be as horny as they like. the key is to always cycle through the three so you don't get burnt out on any one of them.

Plot or memes: uuuuuhhhh it depends? plots are my fucking jam and i like having a general storyline to follow when writing and then figuring out the little details when we get to them. it's a long process but i enjoy the wait and the buildup more than i enjoy air so djsfdvdfvd--

buuuuuut i also think memes are a valueable, valueable springboard into interactions. and plotting straight outta the gate can be intimidating for some. plus, if you want to plot but your head is empty atm, finding and sending memes with the same vibe as the plot point you wanted to discuss is helpful! i'll admit that i'm not great at sending in memes but it's not for lack of wanting to. it's more not knowing what to send and picking a muse to send along with it that trips me up. Plus, not being here most of the day tends to mean i miss a lot of meme reblogs orz

Long or short replies: long replies but i do trim them shorter or rewrite portions of them. sometimes, i will write what i deem to be "too much" for a reply ( e.g: my partner has like 350 words and i'm sitting at like 625 words ) and i'll go back and edit it down to 450-500 if i find stuff that doesn't really move anything along or is just needless padding.

Best time to write: it used to be late night but i pass out too often for that to be effective anymore ( because of my sleep schedule for work ), so i tend to favor late mornings and early afternoon. if i'm writing late at night, it's because i didn't have time during the day to do so.

Are you like your muse(s): n...not really in most cases. like we share some traits here and there but for the most part, my personality, sense of style, and morality deviates from most of them.

tagged by: @rexpyre tagging: @arcxnumvitae @gunrising @royaletiquette @nezumivc103221 @bonesofchaos and anyone else that wants to.

#ツ ┊ ⧼ catwalk talk ⧽ ⇹ ( ooc. ) #.does a little dance :) #.thank you for the tag!