#when i was in lawschool

[beameized]

If I had a nickel for everytime I may have offended the child of a powerful family and could've died but didn't, I'd have three.

#mei rambles #story time in the tags #when I was in HS my mom moved me into an all girls school now I sat next to this girl who was the friend of my best friend #so I was like yeah let me help you with math and all other subjects I was a smart nerd THEN #and somehow we became the class mandated otp like short fluffy nerd girl tall lanky sports girl ship and she asked me out #but me being 14 years old in my gay catholic repression era told her no she shouldn't do this just cause we are the class mandated otp #so now fast forward like maybe 7 years later I tell my friend about the confession I got and she was like GIRL OMG HOW COULD YOU THAT GIRL #IS THE DAUGHTER OF THE RICH FAMILY IN OUR CITY WHAT THE HELL GIRL #and I'm like huh WDYM she's whooo????? #and then I was so glad I didn't die or anything from that #second one was in college we had this groupwork video presentation now I was doing the editing and asked them to dub the video #but one of the main cast didn't dub properly and there's so much background noises I was so mad I made her re-do it again in the girls #comfort room in our uni AND THEN like maybe 5 years later my friend is like hey remember our classmate she just got married to a soldier #and then she drops the bomb that this girl is a general's daughter #and last was just recently so our uni org holds debate auditions in a applicant vs. all panelists scenario. now this one applicant was #trying to use accounting technicalities to try and argue his way through even though his argument sucks #my non-accounting org mates in lawschool couldn't really argue on that so I had to step in and point out the flaw in his approach #and now I learn dude is the son of a mayor and is rich af #idk how I'm alive

[lakecoded]

butch security officer stopped me in the hall to apologize for not texting me on our time off

#i love herrrrrrrrr. also found out she moved to montreal when she was 18 bc her gf got into lawschool there lol #isabel.txt

[vertigoed]

seasons | satoru gojo

all your life, you’ve lied but satoru knew the truth.

summary: fem!reader x richboy!satoru, childhood bestfriends, satoru is an aspiring start up entrepreneur, reader is in established relationship with toji and in lawschool (reader aged 22, satoru 24)

your friendship with satoru was strictly platonic. this was what you'd swore to everyone throughout most of your life, like a mantra playing on a broken record. that the son of the famous architect was like your older brother and that you'd rather die than see him as a man.

when you first met him, you were only 8 and he had just turned 10. his parents had recently gotten divorced, resulting in a moody satoru moving in next door, with his mom who dressed fancy and smoked a lot.

you were an extroverted child, a bit nosey and always wanting to befriend every kid you encountered. satoru, however, was the opposite. he exuded an air of shyness and snobbishness, often wrinkling his pointed nose in disdain at the things he found unamusing.

you didn't let that bother you and always knocked at his door, asking his mother if the boy can come out and play.

initially, his mom would have to drag him out, but eventually he started to warm up to you. he started to share his candy without you having to plead and some days, he'd shyly knock at your door to ask you to play.

despite satoru being older, he'd often be seen shadowing your every move, akin to a lost puppy, listening to your childish demands and playing the games that you liked.

once his voice dropped, he stopped being so obedient and started to boss you around, which of course led to many childish arguments. when you started to wear padded bras, a noticeable change occurred in satoru's behavior. he became increasingly awkward, abruptly getting up and leaving if you'd touch him the wrong way or avoiding your eyes if you wore something a bit revealing.

high school was rough for the both of you. girls either hated your guts or befriended you to solely get close to satoru. while satoru had to deal with his class mates oggling at you in the hallways and constantly being asked if he's 'done it' yet.

"y/n!"

you lifted your head from your arms, frowning in annoyance as you were just about to drift off to sleep. you tiredly watch sakura stroll over to you with a pink box in her hand.

"i was just about to sleep," you rolled your eyes, resting your chin on your hand with heavy lids.

you were barely surviving with just four hours of sleep as you stayed up all night cramming for an exam. you were in no mood to deal with sakura, already knowing what she wanted from you.

"can you give this to gojo senpai?" she hummed, placing the box on your desk, "and maybe invite him to my birthday party? of course, you need to come too-"

"do it yourself," you buried your face into the crook of your arms, hoping she'll take the hint to leave.

"please," she began to whine, crouching down next to you so she was at face level. you felt her gently shake your shoulder, "i'm too scared and you're like super close to him. just say it's from me-"

"ask shoko or suguru," you snapped.

you hated that all the girls in your grade expected you to be satoru's postman. it was almost a daily occurrence where you'd find chocolates and letters at your desk with his name labelled on it.

but one thing you hated more was when they would personally come up to you for a favour and beg until you gave in.

"but they're older and scaryyy.. please y/n."

"fine!" you groaned, cutting her off as you were unable to tolerate her pitched voice, "let me at least sleep until lunch is over."

"yay you're the best! love you!”

you could hear the girl get up and walk away, sliding the door shut behind her and finally leaving you alone in the classroom.

"she's such a rude bitch sometimes," sakura's loud voice echoed into the hallway.

"she thinks she's top shit just because she's friends with gojo senpai. but seriously, she's just his lackey don't you think so?" you heard another voice chime in and the girls all burst into laughter.

"yeah, she probably does his homework for him and wipe his ass or something because there's no way someone like gojo senpai would want to hang out..."

you felt your blood boil with anger, not necessarily at sakura, but more towards satoru. it was infuriating that people saw you as nothing more than just gojo satoru’s friend. you were sick of school feeling like his kingdom and you were some sort of side character who’s main purpose is to deliver gifts for the almighty gojo.

you look at the box wrapped in baby pink wrapping paper with a blue bow placed on top. "i'm his lackey?" you bitterly muttered to yourself, ripping the paper off.

it was a box of nama royce chocolate. you scoffed at sakura's stupidity of gifting food that was meant to be refrigerated. you scoffed down the chocolates, leaving the wrapping paper on your desk so sakura would notice.

coincidentally, you spot satoru's white hair walking past the room with shoko. you angrily sculled back some water to wash the chocolate down, before stomping out to chase your friend.

"satoru!” you take an airy breath before calling out to him.

he spun at the sound of your voice with a bright grin, his eyes trailing to the box in your hands .

"yo! another present for me?" he greeted you, blue eyes glistening with excitement, "are those nama chocolates? are they still cold-"

you stomped over and shoved the empty box into his hands, "they were cold," you lied (they were room temperature) "and really fucking delicious."

"you ate it?" he looked surprised, slowly opening the box to see it bare and looked back up with disappointment, "but they're not meant for you to eat..."

"from now on, i'm going to take a cut of your presents," you narrowed your eyes before turning to shoko who seemed to be entertained by the little scene, "hey shoko-"

"wait why are you mad at me?" satoru cuts you off and much to his annoyance, your eyes remained firmly on his friend and not him.

"it's annoying right?" shoko linked her arm with you, ignoring the taller boy, "i know exactly how you feel. before you joined this school, i had to put up with the same bullshit."

"people think i'm his lackey," you sulked, letting the older girl walk you down and leaving a confused satoru behind, "and they all think they can use me to get close to him, i'm so over it!"

"i know, we overheard those girls talk.... it's infuriating but don't let it get to you," shoko gave you a sympathetic smile, giving your arm a small squeeze in reassurance, "seriously, i don't know why people put that dumb ass on a pedestal. he's got a pretty head but it's just an accessory with nothing inside."

you laughed a little too hard at shoko's roast.

"i can hear you guys talk shit aboout me! and shoko can you tell y/n that i stood up for her to those-"

"don't worry, we'll be graduating soon so you won't have to deal with him any longer at school," shoko flashed you a grin.

following his high school graduation, satoru moved into one of his father's apartments in ginza as it was closer to his university.

despite him no longer being your neighbor, your friendship remained resolute. you would go over to his apartment almost daily after school, where you'd have a study session, then force him to buy you dinner. thanks to satoru's help, you graduated with grades good enough to get into law school.

things started to get rocky when you got into your first serious relationship at the age of 20.

the moment satoru somehow found out that your boyfriend was 37 with two kids, he lost his shit. he showed up to your door with an expression so dark, his voice so low and fraught with tension, that for the first time in your life, you felt a pang of fear within you.

"you just turning fucking 20 and you're whoring out for a guy who's almost double your fucking age?" he hissed, an unmistakable scent of alcohol lingered heavily on his breath.

"w-what? how did you find out?" you freeze at the door, slightly too frightened to move.

you purposely kept your relationship with toji fushiguro a secret as you were afraid of satoru judgement. you didn't expect him to be this upset though.

he pushed past you to let himself in. "does that matter?" satoru raised his voice. you couldn't tell if he was disappointed or disgusted. "are you with him for money? because you know i can take care of you, you just need to let me know!"

you shook your head, unable to find your voice as satoru was partially correct. money played a big part in your relationship with toji but he didn't have to know that. you bit your lip, sucking in your teeth, "money has nothing to do with this," you lied.

his brows knit into a tight scowl, "so you genuinely like that old fucker?"

"i-i," you tried to think of words to say. "you haven't even met him, he's really nice-"

"he's 16 years older than you!" his fist slams against the table, causing you to flinch in shock. his face softened, immediately regretting his outburst, "i'm sorry.”

"i'm not a kid," you spoke quietly, taking the seat next to him at the table, "i-i get why it may seem wrong but he cares for me and i'm sorry i didn't tell you. it's only been a couple months-"

"so you want to be a step mom at 20?" he said, letting out a humorless laugh, "you're in law school and you want to waste your time dating a old geezer who's got two fucking kids?"

you couldn't look at him in the eyes and kept your gaze firmly on your lap. having two kids was last of toji's issues. the man owned several clubs across roppongi and shibuya where he money laundered billions, as well as hosting highly illegal, drug infested parties for japan's top 1%.

toji getting caught was near impossible due to his connections with the law enforcement. but you were still afraid of the possible consequences of being a criminal's girlfriend and what it may do to your future career. you knew satoru had every right to be worried.

"stop being like this satoru," you let out a shaky sigh, "j-just stop caring so much."

"oh my god y/n," he groaned into his hands before tugging at his white strands in frustration, "you're fucking killing me here. how do you expect me to not care when it's you?"

"look i get it. i'm like your younger sister and obviously you'd be protective-"

your breath hitched as satoru moved at lightning speed, pressing his lips against yours. he was too quick for your mind to process what was going on as your eyes remained wide open.

it was a blur of dizzying heat, your stomach doing somersaults in a panicked, frenzy mode as your brain was screaming for you to do something- anything.

"are you okay?!" you pushed him off, your heart pounding violently against your chest and blood rush through you in a way it shouldn't.

you couldn't understand why your stomach was swarming with monstrous butterflies and your legs felt like custard. you should be repulsed, not nervous.

"no, just trying to make a point that you're not my sister," his mouth settled somewhere between a smile and a frown as his icy blue eyes bored into you.

he swiftly leaned into you again and cupped your cheek, his touch causing your breath to hitch. " you should be with me instead,” his voice barley above a whisper.

your eyes were almost bursting out your head as you stared back in disbelief, it had to be the alcohol talking.

and for the first time in your life, you felt yourself weak before his famous blue eyes that everyone seemed to swoon for. your heart fluttered and your eyes trail down to his soft lips. that kiss felt like a fever dream, you wanted to feel it again so badly...

wait, what the fuck is wrong with me?!

"you're wasted," you snapped out of the trance, breaking eye contact, “w-we should talk about this when you’re sober."

"what does he have that i don't?" he spoke calmly, his cold fingers digging into your cheek, ”besides fucking kids? was the kiss that awful?"

you pulled his hands off you, still feeling his blue orbs burning into you as you defensively cross your arms. objectively speaking, it wasn't like he was lacking in any way, if anything he was a perfect boyfriend candidate. but your friendship with him was also perfect- so perfect that you were terrified of ruining it.

your mouth opens and shuts, caught in the grip of uncertainty as your mind battled itself. you couldn't bring yourself to admit the unexpected allure of his lips- you just weren't prepared to acknowledge that truth yet.

“i'm with toji," you said softly, lowering your eyes, "i think you had too much to drink tonight, you need to leave."

his face dropped and it was like all the lights in his eyes went dim. with his shoulders slouched, he shoots you a fleeting look before leaving without another word. you found yourself tossing and turning all night, unable to close as your eyes as the hurt look he flashed upon you was etched into your memory,

the next morning, satoru acted like the kiss never happened so you followed suit and tried to forget it- after all, he was drunk so he probably blacked out.

the day you realised you loved satoru as more than just a friend, you were a few years too late.

"you're dating rumi yoshimoto?" the words escaped your lips louder than intended, causing a few heads to turn in the cafe. your face heats up in embarrassment and you try to relax your composure, "-is this why you asked to meet up?"

this was your first time seeing satoru in a couple months so when he asked to meet up at a cafe, you were bursting with excitement, even putting on some makeup before leaving the house. your shoulders deflate in disappointment and your stomach felt as if you've been punched in the guts.

"yeah," he nodded, looking up from his hot chocolate, "it only happened last week."

words failed you in that moment as a mixture of contradicting feelings wash over you. you should be happy for him, or at least be curious about the details. so why did you feel a sickening sense of jealousy?

it made sense for satoru and rumi to be together. they had been friends since college; she worked under him at his startup tech company and they were both attractive and available. on the other hand, you were already in a three-year-long relationship with no right to be salty.

"wow, this is the first time you've even spoken to me about another girl," you tried to sound nonchalant, but your stomach churned. you take a long sip of you drink to wash down the tightness of your throat, "i never even thought you'd be interested in rumi."

satoru's love life had been virtually non-existent- or so you thought- aside from a few casual one night stands in the past that he never bothered to discuss with you. you'd try to get him to talk about the few girls he hooked up with, but he'd scrunch his nose in disgust in response.

he had thousands of beautiful girls at his feet, yet he'd claim nobody was good enough for him. rumi was the last woman you thought would be good enough for gojo satoru.

"i guess i only started liking her a few weeks ago."

you shift uncomfortably at the thought of satoru and rumi dating. act normal. why are you being such a weirdo? you silently scold yourself,.

you take a small breath and force the corners of your mouth into a smile. "h-how did it start?" you kept your attention on your melon soda, stirring it with the straw, "who confessed to who first?"

"she asked me out then i told her to give me a couple weeks to think about it," he leaned back in his seat to stretch out his long arms as he yawned, clearly showing that this conversation was boring him. you couldn't help but admire the cords of muscle in his thick forearms bulge with each flex of movement, "but, anyway that's me. how's your life been?"

"huh?" you blinked, breaking your gaze away from his body and hastily divert your attention elsewhere. you prayed he didn't see you checking him out. "oh um, good. i finished my exams so i'm done for the year and uh... going on a trip in a few weeks."

"to where?"

"europe," you gulped, stirring the ice cream into the green drink.

satoru kept quiet. he didn't even have to ask who you were going with. toji fushiguro had become the forbidden topic between you two.

"rumi huh?" you take a tip out of your drink, hastily changing the subject to break the tension, "how long did she have feelings for you?"

you've only met rumi a handful of times but it was enough to get a slight feeling that she had a crush on satoru, as you noticed her lingering stares on him whenever you met her at one of his parties.

"she said since freshman year in college, so six years or so," he shrugged, "i don't know how i feel about dating someone who works under me though."

you wanted to tell him it's a horrible idea, that rumi could never match his energy and he should break it off. you bite your cheek. you should be supportive and play the best friend role like you're supposed to.

"love can grow over time," you gulped, fiddling with the hem of your sweater underneath the table, "just give it a chance."

you were burning with self hatred at that moment. you coulnd't understand why you were so bummed out by this, why it was so upsetting that-

“i wish you'd stop me."

a baby started screaming on top of their lungs simultaneously as he spoke. you furrowed your brows, leaning in, “huh?”

you weren't sure if you just misheard but did he just say? no, you must've misheard.

“nothing, i said let's go,” he looked away and got up, “i'll pay."

you follow the six foot four man outside, the cold winter air brushing against your skin, causing you to shiver and tighten the scarf around your neck. you watched how satoru walked with confidence, head held high and ignoring every head that turned to admire the model like man.

"let me drive you home," he turned to you, "i parked a few blocks down."

"okay," you nodded, quickening your pace to close the gap between you two, "so, how's the business going?"

"good," he answered, "i've got a meeting with an investor next week."

you get into his sleek black mclaren, buckling yourself as he started up the engine. "do you mind if we drop by the office on the way to yours? just need to grab my laptop," he said, resting his hand behind your head rest as he reversed out.

“i don’t mind,” you answered, playing with the rings on your finger as you looked out the tinted windows.

your mind drifts off to the night satoru kissed you. even three years later, you frequently thought about it. you always questioned if it was fueled by the alcohol or genuine feelings; wondering what would’ve happened happened if you kissed him back and what if you didn't push him away- would you have left toji and be his girlfriend instead of rumi?

truth be told, you weren't even certain how you felt towards satoru at this stage. the thought of being in a relationship with him terrified you. you were never a believer in true love and rather believed in statistics that proved 70% of relationships fail in the first year.

you simply loved him too much so you didn’t want to risk possibly losing your friendship over a relationship that was bound to fail.

satoru pulls into the parking lot of his office that was tucked in between a diner and a vintage records shop. satoru’s office was location on the top floor of the 50 storey building that his father owned and the rest of the building was shared with other businesses.

you raised a brow when you saw rumi's car was also parked. you casually announced that you'll follow him in.

"i’ll try to be quick, ten minutes max," satoru turned to you in the elevator as you smoothed down your hair.

"yeah, that's fine," you shrugged, checking your reflection in the mirror.

satoru's stare lingers on you, breaking off when the elevator door opens, revealing the woman you were hoping to see. your eyes trail down to her outfit, a tight midi skirt and cream colored turtleneck.

"h-hey guys!" rumi's voice was pitched, clearly surprised to see you, "what are you doing here?"

her usual black hair was curled into loose waves and she wasn't wearing her thick rimmed glasses that hid her features. she looked pretty and you hated that.

"hey, i'm just getting my laptop," the arctic haired man greets the girl, oblivious to her stunned reaction.

you knew rumi never liked you- or at least, was uncomfortable around you- but, you didn't mind that, especially in times like this, watching her squirm bought you satisfaction.

"hey rumi, congrats on the new relationship!" you chirped brightly at the taller woman, a wide smile plastered on your face, "i'm guessing that's why you're all dressed up?"

satoru shoots rumi a cursory glance without much expression.

"oh... s-satoru already told you," she stuttered, looking at her new boyfriend, who was oblivious to her tone with her lips pressed into a tight smile.

"well, i'm going to be in the office, text me when you get home," the tall man gives his girlfriend another fleeting look before leaving his defenseless girlfriend to your antics.

the dark haired woman wrapped her arms around herself, shifting uncomfortably in her boots, "s-so what are you guys doing after?"

"oh us?" your tone was causal and light, "we're probably going to chill at mine."

rumi's face goes pale and you notice her jaw clench ever so slightly. you laugh and give her a light slap on the shoulder, "what's with the face! don't worry, it's nothing like that," you giggled.

poor rumi start to laugh with you, although she didn't know what was so funny. rumi swallowed her discomfort. after all, you're satoru's childhood friend, practically family and she'd only started dating him a week ago.

"i'm not worried," rumi plastered a smile, meeting your eyes.

well you should be, you think to yourself but instead, you smile back at her. "oh by the way," you lowered your voice, "you got like food stuck in your teeth, must've been from lunch."

you gesture at the left side of your mouth, your lips curled into a faint smirk. rumi turns her head down to the floor and pressed the elevator button to go down, muttering a goodbye to you.

did you feel like immature? yes but what could you do when all you could see is green?

you give the door a quick knock before stepping into the office. satoru was busily typing away at his laptop, not even bothering to acknowledge you.

you walked over to his chair to peek over his shoulder, scrunching your nose at all the complicated coding stuff. you sat yourself on the massive couch facing the french windows.

one prominent feature of the's office was the wall made entirely of glass stretching from floor to ceiling, showing a panoramic view of lively shinjuku below. the sun was setting, casting a gorgeous hue of purple and red over the cityscape of towering buildings with glistening lights and billboards. no matter how many times you've visited his work place, you couldn't get over this sight.

you then tried to focus on your phone, mindlessly scrolling in between apps. a fan edit of satoru's high school photos showed up on your tiktok feed, your lips twitch into a wistful smile as you reminisce on your youth.

back then, people expected him to become an athlete or a professional mma fighter due to his innate atheletic talents. nobody expected him to enroll in computer science and all thought he was wasting his gift.

little did they know satoru also happened to be a coding genius. at the age of 20, he was making headlines in the tech industry, labelled as the gen z mark zukerberg. tiktok and twitter soon found out about gojo satoru, which led to him becoming an online sensation with millions of fans thirsting over him.

your eyes float over to your friend. you were still in disbelief that satoru was finally in his first relationship at the age of 24. as stupid as this may sound, but you never thought this day would come- well not this quick anyway.

"i can feel you staring at me," he broke off your chain of thoughts, catching you off guard. your face heats up in embarrassment and you hastily avert your gaze away. he stood from his seat as he packed his laptop into his bag, "what did i do?"

"nothing," you shook your head as you got up from the couch.

suddenly, you heard satoru's stomach grumble. "i cooked pasta for lunch, do you want some?" you asked as you wait for the elevator.

you bit your lip, watching the flicker of surprise crosses his eyes as he hesitate to answer.

"yeah alright." satoru brushed off the slight prick in his moral compass, telling himself there was no harm in just going over to a friend's apartment for dinner.

so when rumi texted him asking him what he was doing later that night, he lied and replied saying he was at suguru's apartment. when in reality, he was sitting on your couch, lighting up a blunt, with you sitting comfortably close.

he tried to ignore his conscientious side nagging him that this was wrong. not because you're a woman.

but, because it was you. the one who made his heart race whenever your skin brushed against his. only you could turn him on just by your scent or the way you looked up at him with glistening eyes. only you could get him hard by innocently bending over to pick up the fallen remote.

it was you that he was alone with while he's in a committed relationship, which was why he had to leave.

"i have to go," he took an airy breath, standing up from the sofa without a glance.

he never thought of himself as a good guy. in fact he’s done plenty of morally questionable things in the past. but he knew he wasn't going to let himself become a cheater like his father.

"what, why?" you get up as well, following him to the door as he hurriedly shrugged his jacket on.

you grabbed his wrist so he'd face you but his 6'4 frame wouldn't budge.

"i-i shouldn't be doing this," he said with a stoic expression.

"why? we're just watching a movie," you were beyond confused as he was laughing at the movie ten minutes ago. you racked you brain, trying to think what you did wrong that could've upset him so much.

satoru pulled out of your grip and seemed to hesitate to say something before shaking his head and letting out an exasperated sigh, "i'll text you," he murmured, before closing the door behind him.

you don't notice the tears pooling down your eyes, lips quivering as your knees dropped you to the floor. you were only watching a movie with him, something you've done a million times with him. it hurt to know things were going to change from now. you felt pathetic, wallowing like this in self pity and regret.

you wished you didn't care so much and that you could be happy for them. it wasn't like you could rewind the time and change the past, but still, you desperately wished you could take back those words you said.

you thought back to all the times satoru had cared for you, in a way nobody had before. he was never the type of person to verbally express his love, instead showed it everyday with abundance.

satoru was the type to remember you complaining about your headphones being uncomfortable and casually get you a new pair the next day, under the guise that he accidentally bought himself two sets.

there was a phase in high school when you and satoru would often have petty arguments and you'd act like a total brat to him, your teenage hormones fueling your emotions to hurl hurtful insults. surprisingly though, satoru would still drive you to school the next day, albeit, it was always a silent car ride as he still held a grudge against you.

he knew every detail about you and sometimes you felt like he knew you better than yourself. he kept you grounded, always pushing you to be better. even when he was drowning in college exams, he'd still make time to tutor you and helped you keep in track with your studies, knowing you lacked self discipline and would procrastinate if he didn't do so.

when your grandmother passed away, he wasn't sure what to say to comfort you- instead, he cried with you and stayed until you were okay. with satoru by your side, you never once felt alone. it was no secret that you loved satoru but it was daunting to finally realise how deep it was.

was this how satoru felt when he found out about toji?

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i didnt proof read this but yay thank u if u read this far.

(reader is so messy ik )

#gojo satoru fic #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru angst #gojo satoru #jjk x reader #gojo satoru fluff #satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen fic

[linkspooky]

How do you feel about higuruma in the last couple chapters + how he died(assuming hes dead he seems pretty dead), normally characters with death wishes like choso for example are denied that wish, but it was granted for higuruma. just in a meta sense how do u think that served the story

The reason why Choso wasn't allowed to die, meanwhile Higuruma dies is less Gege being inconsistent and more they are two different characters with two different arcs. Choso's atonement arc is pretty clear, his arc is probably the most complete arc in the manga. Higuruma doesn't have an arc, he doesn't grow or adapt or change in time even though he has the potential to, and even though he's challenged head on by Sukuna and that's why he dies.

I don't mean to say that Higuruma is a bad character when I say that he doesn't have an arc, but rather his character remains static even though he is a well-rounded character. We can dive deeper into Higuruma's character though, to show what I mean when I say that his arc is static and that's the reason he died.

The Ugliness of the Weak

Everyone jumps to Nanami right away when looking for a character to compare Higuruma too, but while there are superficial similarities the best comparison is actually Geto.

Nanami is probably the prime example of a first grade sorcerer, he and Yuji are probably the only sorcerers who do their jobs for non-selfish reasons. Nanami could have had an escape from sorcery to make more money in a safer job, but he goes back to sorcery because he believes that work is more useful to society and worthwhile.

Admittedly, Higuruma starts in the same place as Nanami, wanting to do his work as a defense attorney even though the odds are stacked against him, instead of being a prosecutor or a judge because he doesn't want to turn his eyes away from others.

However, herein lies the rub, while they share the desire to do a job that's useful for others, especially people who can't really fight for themselves, and they both work hard thankless jobs Nanami never develops a superiority complex about it.

Nanami never thinks of the people he helps as weak and inferior. In fact, he criticizes for only fighting for his ego. He doesn't separate the strong and the weak as different categories, he just does his job out of a sense of duty.

Higuruma is compared to Gojo in terms of his raw talent as a Jujutsu Sorcerer, a modern sorcerer who learned domain expansion, and domain amplification in less than a month and then reverse cursed technique in a few minutes when pressed by Sukuna. He was also considered a genius at lawschool as well who could have easily climbed the ranks further if he didn't stay a defense attorney.

Higuruma does his job out of a perceived duty to keep his eyes open to justice, but he still looks down on those same people he's defending. He sees them as a category separate to himself, they are the weak defendants and he is the savior.

Now, who has a talent similiar to Gojo, started in a place of wanting to help the weak out of a sense of duty, while also harboring a superiority complex against them because he was considered such a genius? Ding, ding, ding you get no points for that one, it's Geto.

"The weakness of the victim. The weakness of the accused. Ugly that's what I thought every time I tried to help anyone." "What I saw was nothing out of the ordinary. A hideous evil, known to everyone."

They're both characters who had impossibly hard jobs who still put their noses down to the grindstone and did their jobs out of a sense of justice, or obligation, or because they upheld themselves to a higher moral standard, only to get sick of it from the sense that none of their actions were making a difference and also the ingratitude of people they were trying to save.

They're also, despite being geniuses incredibly fragile ego-wise. Geto has a hero complex, and when Toji easily defeats him, nearly kills Gojo, and kills Rika in front of him he's shown he's a normal person like the rest of the world and can't deal, even saying spiteful words to Gojo that if he had all of Gojo's strength anything he wanted would be possible. This is coming from Geto who had always treated Gojo like an equal and never envied him up until this point.

Then there's Higuruma who calls the victims of an unfair justice system ugly and weak because they ummm... stare at him.

LIke, wow! They're going to go to jail for a long time for a crime they didn't even do, and they're just a little bit upset about it?

How dare they.

They're looking for someone to blame because they're in a bad situation and they're freaking out?

This perfectly human reaction is called "ugly" because Higuruma sees himself in a superior category to these people. He calls empathy looking at someone's weaknesses, and he felt the people he tried to sympathize with and understand were ugly.

I mean yeah I guess freaking out when they were going to prison for a crime they didn't commit and blaming Higuruma who was overworking himself trying to help them wasn't very cash money of them, but you know what else isn't very chill?

Flipping out and murdering a bunch of people the exact moment you're granted a power like Jujutsu by the culling games. Geto and Higuruma see themselves in a category superior to the weak people who sometimes aren't perfect victims and sometimes aren't grateful for their sacrifices, but when given power how exactly do they use it?

Geto after snapping quickly takes over the same cult that killed Riko Amanai an innocent girl, and uses it for much more nefarious purposes. Higuruma quickly becomes a much worse person than the supposed ugly crimminals he was defending the second, the literal second he's granted power.

Geto and Higuruma are just as capable of being bad victims as the same kind of bad victims they looked down on. They're just as affected by trauma, and just as willing to do bad things when put into bad situations because guess what... they're still human. The strong are equally as human as the weak. They see themselves as better than others, and their altruism isn't 100% altruistic (but to be honest no altruism is completely unselfish) because it comes from a place of perceived charity work. When they are hit with the realization that they are just as human, and therefore just as capable of erroring they can't cope.

Which is where we finally get to my point, if Choso is not allowed to die for atonement then why does the story kill off Higuruma and grant him his death wish?

Here's where I tie him to Geto again. (A lot of characters parallel with Geto really including Yuji several times but that's a different post, like Higuruma doesn't have nearly the same bodycount as Geto and he doesn't have any genocidal ambition but that's why he's a character foil and not the exact same character.)

Arguably, Geto also had a death wish that was granted by Gojo himself at the tragic end of Jujutsu Kaisen Zero. While he never directly says so like Choso and Higuruma do there are plenty of lines that indicate it.

He says that he can't be happy from the bottom of his heart in this world, that's the same as basically saying he can't continue living in the world. Years earlier in Hidden Inventory in a panel that parallels this scene he also says that he'd willingly let Gojo kill him and there'd be meaning in that death. At the end of Zero, Geto is crawling away from Yuta ready to continue the fight again and when Gojo suddenly appears he basically makes no attempts to resist.

You could even say that Geto was throwing his life away in pursuit of an impossible dream to begin with. In the light novel adaptation of this scene, the narrator even speculates that the world was simply too cruel a place for Geto to live in.

'...no matter what, I hate non-sorcerers. But it's not like I hate everyone at Jujutsu Tech. It's just...' It's just that it was what Geto had to do. In some ways, Geto and Yuuta were the same. Geto was too sincere. To someone like him, the reality that the world of sorcerers presented to him was just too cruel. '...that in a world like this, I couldn't be truly happy from the bottom of my heart.'

So arguably Geto had a death wish too, and that wish was granted by Gojo in the end, while Choso's was denied.

To live for the purpose of being yourself. And for that goal, Geto could only continue to pursue his twisted dream, drowning himself in the curse that lies in the gap between ideal and reality. This was the final confession of a man who could only choose to warp himself, who had erased himself in pursuit of his goals. The only person who could bear such a curse was Gojo Satoru.

The prose even further compares Geto to Yuta in how they're too sincere, and how Geto can't change himself in the face of a cruel world. Geto dies not because of his death wish though that's part of it, but because of his inability to adapt and grow.

Then we reach Higuruma, who is literally a DEFENSE ATTORNEY, who is supposed to sympathize with accused murderers, and even actual murderers that he has to defend at court. Yet, this DEFENSE ATTORNEY, can't see a single reason to live and atone and redeem himself for the murders he's committed.

Higuruma's a defense attorney, but his cursed technique is a prosecutor and a judge that hands out death sentences. Despite his stated goal of being a defense attorney and wanting to sympathize with human weakness, in the end he cannot forgive crimminals and he also cannot forgive himself.

If anything, the difference between Choso and Higuruma is that Choso still has things to live for. He has a death wish and a wish to atone, but what keeps him going is his desire to protect Yuji. Higuruma the DEFENSE ATTORNEY has given up his role as a protector and is only dealing out punishments.

A character who is still capable of growing and changing in a narrative usually lives, unless they're a mentor to be sacrificed like Nanami. A character who does not grow either doesn't get screentime or they die. Higuruma couldn't see forgiveness or atonement for crimminals, he could only see punishment and because of that when he became a crimminal too he accepted his punishment and died.

#higuruma hiromi #jjk higuruma #jjk meta #metasks #geto suguru #itadori yuji

[kryptonitejelly]

Aaron Hotchner Masterlist (Part 1)

Masterlist under the cut

Main Masterlist

DISCLAIMER: all work posted here is purely fanfiction; it does not in any way purport to be an accurate representation of real life or the general workings of any institution.

MINI-SERIES

Orbit (Coming Soon)

You’ve know Aaron Hotchner for as long as you can remember, but somehow, you both always seem like you are in constant orbit around each other. 

Deep Undercover (Coming Soon)

The first time you met Aaron Hotchner, you had almost married him. The second time you meet Aaron Hotchner is 10 years later, and this time, you have to fake marry him.

ONE-SHOTS

A slice of life; coming and going - Fluff. Just you, Aaron and a slice of life.

“Agent” (NSFW; minors DNI) - Slightly suggestive, fluff. Where you work at the DOJ and finally get the chance to consult on one of your husband’s cases.

What if I’m not good enough? - Slight angst, mostly fluff. Where Aaron Hotchner questions himself.

“Mom” (ft. Jack Hotchner) - Fluff. Where Jack calls you Mom.

Something is up with Jack Hotchner (ft. Jack Hotchner) - Slight angst, fluff. Where Jack worries you would love a future sibling more than him.

Perfect - Fluff. You both spend months knowing about each other’s existence.

Really hot boyfriend - Fluff. When you told the BAU girls your really hot mystery boyfriend would come pick you all up, because Sergio can’t drive.

Mrs Hotchner (NSFW: minors DNI) - Smut; fluff. Where you take on his last name.

Puppy (ft. Jack Hotchner) -Fluff. Where you and Jack Hotchner buy a puppy.

Combat training - Fluff. Where you and Aaron are dating, and you do your combat training with everyone but Aaron.

Officer Repellent - Fluff. Where you get hit on by officers on the case, and Aaron decides you need officer repellent.

Home - Fluff. Where home is when Aaron is with you.

Study Break (NSFW; minors DNI) - Smut. Where Aaron decides you both need a study break.

Sundress (ft. Jack Hotchner) - Fluff. Where you wear a sundress to Jack’s soccer game for the first and last time.

The Six Times Before I Love You (NSFW; minors DNI) -Fluff; small smut portion. The six times Aaron loves you before “I love you”.

An awful lot like goodbye (NSFW; minors DNI) - Angst; smut. You both aren’t anything, but somehow, it feels an awful lot like goodbye.

“You would think its the baby olympics in there.”  - Fluff. Where you are 8 months pregnant and Aaron Hotchner’s baby won’t stop harassing you.

Unspoken - Fluff; angst. Where you get held at gunpoint in the field, Aaron spirals slightly and Jack calls you Momma.

The four times you don’t know, but Aaron knows - Fluff. The four times you don’t know, but Aaron knows.

“Daddy” (NSFW; minors DNI) - Fluff; smut. The first time you call Aaron, “Daddy”.

Dawn to dusk - Fluff. Aaron’s life with you from dawn to dusk.

BLURBS

Hotch - Fluff. When Aaron realises after 3 years of dating and 1 being married, that you still have him saved as “Hotch”

Beautiful (ft. Jack Hotchner) - Fluff. Where you think Aaron is beautiful.

Lawschool!Hotch; academic rivals to lovers with “banter” and a part 2

Aaron protecting you from a creep who tries to hit on you at the hotel bar

Aaron with Derek’s little sister

Aaron and single mom reader with a 15 year old kid

Aaron keeps stealing kisses from you because he loves the taste of your chap stick / lip balm

You are sick at work, Aaron is worried and nurses you back to health

Aaron goes into a hostage situation without a bulletproof vest; you realise you care about him more than you thought you did

You get lightly injured during a case and didn’t tell Aaron, a small fight ensues

Aaron doting on you for Mother’s Day and vice versa for Father’s Day (NSFW; minors DNI)

Mocking Aaron’s “Hotchner frown” and realising your baby girl has it as well

Aaron opening his door to find you hurt, and asking “who did this to you”

Vacationing with Aaron, Jack and baby girl Hotchner

You and Aaron have an established relationship; you always banter and crack jokes with him

Jack outing you and Aaron at Rossi’s birthday party

Sunshine reader and grumpy Aaron

You and Aaron get caught kissing by Penelope

You are a doctor and the team doesn’t know you exist until Hotch gets hurt and taken to the hospital

Jack outs your pregnancy to the BAU

Aaron and surgeon!reader on a hectic day at the hospital

Aaron and you dancing in the rain

Aaron runs the FBI triathlon; you go to support him and the team finds out you are both dating

Where you aren’t being verbal about your struggles but Aaron comes to you

You buy Aaron suspenders

You go to Aaron’s office intending to share lunch with him; only to be swept away into Penelope’s bat cave

Jack hears weird noises from your and Aaron’s bedroom late at night

Aaron and you fight right before he gets called away for a case

Aaron comes home from a bad case to find you cooking his favourite meal; he drops everything and hugs you

Aaron and you are hugging; the team doesn’t know you are dating; your relationship is exposed

Aaron introduces Beth to the team because he is unaware of your feelings for him; you ignore him after and he confronts you

Aaron feels insecure because of his body and confronts you; you are confused because you love the way his body looks

You announce your pregnancy to Aaron and Jack

Aaron, Jack and you go for pride

Aaron and you get back together after a break up

You see Aaron dancing with someone else and get emotional; he looks for you and offers comfort

KJ’S 5 SENTENCE BABY BLURBS

Aaron proposing to you

Aaron and everyone else knows that you are pregnant before you know yourself

HEADCANNONS / BULLET POINT THOUGHTS

You and Aaron are in love and everyone knows; you don’t talk about it, but he gets jealous and protective when someone tries to flirt with you

Girldad!Hotch

Jack outing your and Aaron’s relationship

Aaron wants another baby but is nervous to tell you

Aaron taking care of you when you are sick

Aaron high on painkillers after surgery

Aaron gets drunk and forgets you are his girlfriend

Talkative!reader and Aaron who just sits and admires you

Shy college Aaron who took a class he didn’t need to just to see you

Rossi and Derek send shots to Aaron; Aaron gets drunk and starts to hit on you (although you are already together)

Stepdad!Hotch thoughts

You and Aaron are in a new relationships and he sees a detective flirting with you

Aaron interacting with George Foyet’s child who joins the BAU (no relationship)

Aaron worrying about his relationship with you because he is older

Being in the same law school year as Aaron

Forehead kisses from Aaron

Aaron getting jealous after you and the BAU girls watch Top Gun Maverick

>>> Aaron Hotchner Masterlist (Part 2)

Last updated: 1 September 2022

#kryptonitejelly #kryptonitejelly aaron hotchner masterlist #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x y/n

[thelonelyarchon]

🧶✂️ SEVERED FATES

Pairing: Artem Wing x Rosa, Artem Wing x Fem!Reader (in future chapters)

Summary: (Unofficial summary) Artem Wing is regularly praised for his ability to compose himself in any situation. Despite bombarding himself with paperwork and cases to appeal at court, he never once found himself in a situation where he was totally lost and helpless... that is until his birthday arrives. Plagued by nightmares and sudden illness this time of the year, it's a yearly tradition of the young senior attorney to pray at Cloudbreak Temple since he entered lawschool, the year it all began. It was the same thing every year. Pray and pray for answers. But what if... this year is different? And with the arrival of a mysterious but familiar heiress, he might just get his answers.

"Find what was severed and repair it," said the monk.

But... what must he repair?

Content Warning: Mentions of chest pains, unconscious Artem, overworking, description of fatigue, slightly unnerving imagery of being shot, does not follow Tears of Themis timeline religously, slightly ooc characters, angst (?), not-proof-read

Author's Note: This is an experimental post/prologue! I've had this crazy Gufeng!Artem x Fem!Reader angst fic at the back of my mind since last year and I was too scared to write it. Luckily, I found mysekf writing it earlier today after I finally got the go sign to stop my medicatiom for anxiety. What a better way to celebrate it than writing something that I was scared to bring into life beforehand! Anyway, if this gets positive feedbacks and interested readers, then I'll continue the series!

“AND THAT is why you should take this opportunity to rest, Artem. You’ll exhaust yourself this way,” Celestine pinched the bridge of her nose as she fought back another wave of nausea. The older senior attorney and co-founder of Themis Law Firm was in her first trimester of pregnancy, and her stress was getting to her.

Artem refused to look at Celestine. The pile of paperwork and casefiles sitting on top of his desk prevented him from doing so. He had been stuck in a vicious cycle of ��work, eat, sleep, repeat’ for the last three weeks as the firm had an influx of cases to be handled at the end of March and early April. Nearly all senior attorneys in the firm were preoccupied with their cases, and Artem had the higher task of overseeing all of them.

“I know how to take care of myself, Celestine. You, on the other hand, should focus on your health and not on mine. You’ll exhaust yourself this way.” Artem lets out a small huff as he smiles to himself. Celestine’s mouth was wide agape.

Did Artem just throw her concerns back at her?

“You’re unbelievable,” she sighs. “I really can’t persuade you, no?”

Artem shakes his head without lifting his gaze from the paper he’s scanning. Using the blue silicone page-turner he has on his index finger and thumb, he smoothly flips through another page or two while scanning its contents.

She figures that she can’t persuade the young attorney no matter what she does. After all, Artem just earned another title in the industry: senior monster attorney.

“But I’m being serious now. Like for real, this time. Artem, I know you want to keep me stress-free… but I can completely manage my nausea in court. I can help you. It’s not like I’m incapacitated mentally, too!” Celestine argues.

In the two years he’s been working with Celestine, they’ve developed a sibling-like relationship. Artem understood where her concern was coming from. To be frank, he doesn’t know when was the last time he had a proper sleep. Usually, he’d go home late in the night only to eat and then do some more reading and compiling of evidence until he fell asleep. He would wake up to his alarm blaring, hastily dressing himself up for work before arriving at the firm to continue where he left off the night before. He would be lying if he didn’t admit he was overworking himself.

“I’m fine, Celestine. Reading more won’t hurt me.”

“Yeah, it won’t but I will hurt you if you don’t rest now while I’m still being kind,” Celestine turned her back to him and crossed her arms. She walks towards the door before turning her head at him again only to emphasize what she said. “That’s an order from your boss, Artem! Rest or you’re fired.”

For the first time since the moment Celestine entered his office twenty minutes ago, Artem lifted his head to look at the senior attorney. Maybe it was from the frustration she felt but Celestine wasn’t smiling. He gently dropped his pen on his table and closed the folder with the casefiles he was supposed to finish reading by lunchtime.

He rests his elbows on his desk and uses the back of his entwined fingers as support for his chin. He learned it is best not to provoke a pregnant woman or he might just have to deal with her tears. He is efficient at dealing with court trials, but he’s aware he’s useless when it comes to stopping women’s tears.

“Fine, Celestine. You won,” he leans back on his chair and loosens his necktie. Now that he took the time to relieve himself of his duties, he could feel the fatigue consuming him.

His eyes feel itchy and dry from all that reading, and he knows he may just need a pair of glasses if he continues to abuse his eyesight like this.

When was the last time he slept well again? Yesterday? Two days ago? Maybe.

“Mr. Wing, I have here last month’s pending civil cases! These haven’t been looked at yet so Kiki was hoping if you could-”

“Ah! Rosa, there you are! You’re just in time!” Celestine exclaims as she claps.

Rosa jolts back in surprise as Celestine bombards her with a hug. She laughs nervously and looks at Artem. Her smile drops upon seeing his face. He looked… like a homeless man. He looks horrible!

“I’m on time for what…?”

“I have an important favor to ask of you and it’s more of a personal favor, but I’m willing to give you a bonus for it!” Celestine said.

Rosa’s eyes widened as she stepped back and raised her hand. Just what happened here? A bonus sounded tempting, but Rosa knew that when Celestine asks for personal favors these days, it usually involved three things: pregnancy cravings, dealing with impertinent clients, or Mr. Wing.

And with the sight of Artem casually sprawled over his office chair nearly passed out from fatigue, she knew she should be nervous.

“Ah… hahahaha… uhm. Ahem! C-celestine?”

Celestine grinned and moved behind her. She pushed Rosa inside the room towards Artem and stood by the door. She reaches for the handle.

“Rosa, make sure Artem doesn’t step foot inside the law firm for the next week or so nor have him hold anything related to work! That’s an order. Don’t worry, I'll count both of your absences as a paid one-week leave,” she slyly smiles. Rosa was horrified.

She will… babysit Artem for a week!? She should feel happy that despite chilling around for the next week or so, she was still being paid. But… she’s spending her week with Mr. Wing!? Now, now! That’s uncalled for!

“N-now h-hold on for a second, Celestine–!”

Celestine laughs as she pulls the door close. Before she could close it, she left her with one more instruction, “Oh. One more thing. Artem’s relieved from the cases he has right now except for next month’s trial. And by the way, it’s nearly the 26th. Keep an eye on Artem, will you?”

Rosa’s eyes softened when she saw the genuine concern on Celestine’s face. She knows Celestine and Artem’s mother are close, and she treats him like a brother. It was also Mr. Wing’s birthday week. But for some reason, there was something deeper behind the meaning of her instruction.

Keep an eye on him… for what? Or… from what?

As soon as the door clicked shut, Artem let out a sigh. Rosa turned to his way.

“That Celestine… really,” he sits up from his chair. “I’m sorry you had to do this. You may refuse to do so if you like.”

Rosa shook her head and offered him a smile. “It’s alright, Mr. Wing. At least it’s me you’re with. That way, I can still bend the rules and allow you to sneak a peek at your work from time to time,” she winks and gives him two thumbs up.

Artem chuckles as he smiles warmly. “Right. Well, help me arrange these files. I’ll leave the other cases to Celestine and I’ll bring the ones for next month.”

“Copy that, Mr. Wing!” Rosa said enthusiastically.

As Artem stood to fix his things, he noticed the calendar sitting on top of his desk where the keys to his car were placed in a bowl. The date April 26th was encircled in red marker ink ominously. Artem holds his chest as the familiar sense of foreboding creeps up to him. He sighs and shakes his head.

Rosa notices the sudden change in his demeanor. “Are you alright?”

Artem looks at her and smiles. “Yes. Also… would you like to come with me to Cloud Break Temple?”

Rosa’s eyes sparkled at his offer.

Cloud Break Temple… their spot. It’s been a while since they’ve been there.

“Of course… Artem.” She said softly.

_____________________________

“WHAT are you going to pray for, Mr. Wing?” Artem looks at Rosa as she speaks. Currently, they stood at the arch at the entrance of the temple. Many tourists and locals were climbing the long stairs up to the temple. Some were students, some were elderly, and some were even pregnant.

The bustling sound of the temple and the bells and windchimes comforted Artem. He never really admitted it, but for some reason, the temple was a safe refuge for him. Although, during the week before his birthday, he would feel an ominous shadow looming behind him.

“Hmm, nothing. I was just going to pray for well-being.” He said.

“Ah! If I remember correctly, last year you went here for your birthday, too. Is this a yearly tradition?” She asks.

“You could say that. It only started when I pursued law school.”

“Huh?” Rosa asked, confused.

Naturally, Rosa didn’t know everything about Artem despite the blooming affection between the two of them. Artem has yet to pursue her officially. However, in the short time she was able to work with Artem, she could somehow get a gist of who he was and how his mind worked.

It’s only been a year since she met Artem and worked for him at the law firm and NXX so this came as a surprise.

Artem looked at her and smiled. He reached for the top of her head and gently caressed it. Rosa’s cheeks were flushed. Artem could feel his burning too. He clears his throat and retracts his hand away before walking deeper into the temple.

The temple was still the same, although a few areas had been closed off for construction. When they got to the area to get their tickets, he found a familiar face. It was the old monk that had entertained them last year.

“Oh! It’s you two darlings again.” He started. Rosa and Artem laughed at his words. They greeted the monk together.

“How have you been? Are you here to pray for safety? What about the exam? Or, is it marriage again young man?”

Artem blushed as he shook his head and laughed nervously. “How I wished to, but it is not my purpose for coming today. I am here to pray for–” At the corner of his eye, he caught a shadow walking past him, stopping him in his tracks. The words remained at the tip of his tongue as he trailed off.

It was a shadow… no, it’s a silhouette. No… it was a woman who walked past him.

Before Artem could turn around to see who it was, he found himself clutching his chest as a searing pain radiated throughout his body. He falls to his knees.

In his mind, he thought his fatigue was finally catching up to him. Was it a heart attack?

“I can’t… I can’t breathe.” Artem muttered.

“What is wrong with me?”, Artem thought as he felt his consciousness slipping away.

“Artem! Mr. Wing! Are you alright? Can you hear me?” He could hear Rosa’s distant, frantic cries for help as people surrounded them. His eyelids fluttered open as he fought back to keep himself conscious. But it was so… heavy. It was just like the last time last year. It was as if his chest was just shot.

HIs head lolled back and his eyes rolled back as he struggled to fight back. He was sure he would lose consciousness now. His hand clutched his chest even harder. It was even more difficult to breathe. He could see the face of the old monk looming over his figure.

"Am I… on the ground? Why is the sky the only thing I can see?"

The monk's face was void of emotion as if studying the strange thing that he had just seen. But what is it? Why is he staring at him as if he knew this would happen and he knew why it happened? Artem couldn’t bear to look at the disappointment on his face. What did he do wrong?

He turns to his side as the last bits of his consciousness leave him. His eyes landed on the wishing tree, the same one on which he and Rosa had hanged their tablets. Visions began to form as he hallucinated.

Blink.

“Oh… what a lovely tree. It’s more luscious now this time of the year.”, Artem thought as the tree became much more younger-looking. It lacks the wooden tablets that were hung on its branches.

Blink.

“Who… who are they?”

A man and a young noble lady met under a younger-looking wishing tree. This time, the first tablets were hanged by the two. Two entwined fates, one lucky and one unlucky…tightly tied together to make a fortunate one.

“Why… am I seeing this?”

Blink.

It was only a split second before the scene changed again. Artem found himself screaming for help when an arrow was shot towards someone. Before he could see who shot the arrow, the searing pain in his chest became unbearable and the last bits of his consciousness finally slipped away as the arrow pierced his heart.

On the other end of the temple's grounds, you, the woman who happened to pass by the area, stopped to look at the commotion behind you. You tilt your head off to the side as you eye the young man who's sprawled unconscious on the floor.

"Who is he?" You asked the man in black beside you.

"A young man has fainted, Madam. It was the one you happened to pass by just now. It's not of your concern. The staff has called for help. We must leave now if we are to catch the plane by tonight." He said.

The urgency in his voice was unmistakable, but you chose to ignore him. You took of your sunglasses to take a better look at the man. Your brows twitched at the familiar face. Who would've thought the one lying on the ground and causing a commotion would be the youngest senior attorney in Stellis City? Artem Wing.

A slight smirk played on your lips as you thought of the Gods giving you a favor. Perfect timing. He's the right man you need for tue job you have in mind.

"Hugo," you gently eyed your bodyguard to signal hik to come closer to you. He quickly moves beside you to hear your request.

"Yea, Madam?"

"Get the car. I would like to personally bring the man to the hospital." You wore your sunglasses and turned around to exit the temple grounds. Younhear your bodyguard choke on air at your order.

"P-pardon, Madam!?"

"You heard me once. No need to make me say it twice."

"U-understood." He jogs back to the scene where a staff was frantically attempting to awaken Artem. You on the other hand, refused to look back. Once your guard was out of sight, you couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

"I hope I'm doing the right thing by helping you, Attorney Wing. Don't make me regret this." You mutter.

You though you should have a little more faith in him. After all, you just hit the jackpot. Maybe the gods really did hear your prayers today. With the case you were entangled with, sure enough Stellis's top senior attorney can help you win this and clear your name. 99.9% win rate? Yes, helping him is worth it. You just hoped he would think that way, too.

#artem wing #tears of themis #artem wing x reader #tot artem #lily's corner | fic 🍧🍰₊˚⊹⋆ #artem wing x rosa #tot rosa #rosa #Artem Wing angst #angst fic #tears of themis angst

[binch-i-might-be]

okay! here we are! for my secret valentine @firebalda :)

The hand that rested on his desk slipped down into his lap, drifting to the inside of his forearm of its own accord. There, hidden underneath his sleeve and faded with the twenty years that had passed since, sat a burn mark. An old injury, one Alexander had inquired about only weeks after they’d first met, back in lawschool–the two of them drawn to each other by their shared ambitions and the fact that both of them had just managed to claw their respective ways out of foster care to full ride scholarships, and were now surrounded by nepo-babies and third generation lawyers in the making. Two lost and lonely kids who found themselves in one another.

Back then, he had told him what he had told everyone else; an accident involving an unsupervised hot pan when he was a small child.

It hadn’t come up again, so Alexander never found out the truth.

some modern au established hamburr featuring hurt Aaron and good bf Alex :))

I hope you like it!

thank you @hamevents2024 for organising!!

#alexander hamilton #aaron burr #fanfic #secret valentine #also let me know if you have an ao3 so i can gift it to you on there! #hamburr

[loycos]

I get it guys, i truly do. You dont wanna write a cutesy modern au fic of your favorite lesbians with one of them (god forbids TWO of them) being fucking cops. I know, thats a lot to unpack when all you wanted is just have Vi and Cait drink some margaritas in a bar and then go fuck in the restroom. But for the love of god, why would you make Caitlyn a lawyer. A lawyer. This girl, whose main defining feature is that she hates dishonesty and games of politics. who is so bad at lying her idea of a good cover up story is a pirate grandma. Who tried to flat out deny the truth in front of a jury and then fell flat on her face one second later. This girl. Youre telling me this girl will make it even to the apprenticeship stage in lawschool. What are you guys on that its such a common trend

#make her a private investigator of sumthin #arcane #this blog is where i rant now i guess

[tobydandelion]

Once again I've gone from One real life platonic friends to Zero, because I refuse not to be honest about my belief in the Social Model of Disability and true leftist collective responsibility. And it'll probably happen again tbh, lol. My sense of justice may make life more lonely right now, but I know I'll be able to find at least a couple like-minded folks to truly connect with once I'm in lawschool.

Quality over quantity after all, and I'm very patient. And being high support needs, I can't waste time and energy on people who don't believe in the kind of justice that I believe all people deserve.

I won't pretend for anyone. I can't. I'm never losing who I am to gaslighting ableds and disableds with too much internalized ableism to understand what we all deserve as human rights.

There is good news about school though! My divorce only has a few months left. My ex decided to go the newspaper method after all, so now I'm just waiting for the mandatory waiting period after that, then I can file fafsa and get enrolled at the local community college!

In the meantime, my habilitation worker is looking for a two bedroom for my boyfriend and I, since the roommate I houseboy for might wanna switch trucking companies soon and move to another state in January anyway.

And so, my life continues to steadily increase in stability and comfort. Where it stops no one knows! I'll just keep swinging on the spiral and find out, I suppose. Hopefully I really can increase the stability and comfort of others too, when I'm a lawyer. Only about a decade or so I'm sure, lol. But like I said, I'm patient. :3

#actually autistic #actuallyautistic #disabled pride #disability pride #disability #disabled #autistic pride #social model of disability #high support needs #disability justice #neuropunk

[oh-my-damn]

I don't get it if you're joking or not anymore lol

Who's joking?

I quit lawschool, this is my full time job now

I spend 24 hours a day dissecting the interactions between a middle aged actor and his teen bride

It's my purpose in life

Who cares about being a prosecutor when there are CELEBRITIES PRETENDING TO DATE EACHOTHER

#mandy answers #law school #chris evans #alba baptista

[locura-azul]

15 Questions 15 Mutuals

Tagged by @daylightisfadingaway :) :)

1. Are you named after anyone?

I am named after my sister's favorite cartoon character's wife (she was obsessed with David the Gnome.) Lisa the gnome and go figure I ended up being short. Had I been a boy I would have been David because of her lol

2. When was the last time you cried?

Idk I cry a lot so probably sometime last week? I'm a big crybaby it can't be helped.

3. Do you have kids?

Nope

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I wouldn't say a lot.. honestly it depends on my mood.

5. What sports do you play/have played?

Futbol toda la vida.. I've been dabbling a bit in futsal this past year. I also did track and field in high school to keep in shape for futbol haha

6. What's the first thing you notice about people? 

Their eyes/energy.

7. What's your eye color?

Brown

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Either or.

9. Any special talents?

I am really good at making desserts.. does that count?

10. Where were you born?

The garden state

11. What are your hobbies?

Watching/playing futbol, reading, hiking, learning new languages.

12. Do you have any pet?

The family dog, he's with my parents. His name is Bingley.

13. How tall are you?

157 cm / 5'2"

14. Favorite subject in school?

Like grade school? I always loved music and math.

15. Dream job?

I do not dream of labor but idk i would like to leave the world a better place than it was during my lifetime so like a human rights lawyer or something to support/improve the lives of those in most dire need of it..

I tag (no pressure of course): @jcamilov06 @la-cruz-del-sur @i-am-a-lawschool-zombie @bestrecorder @drzzaa @downtothemarrow @capfly @nikkicee @onemoore @carluhh @equilibrismo @theroyaltenenblarghs @hoverinlimbo @yurugua @sol-mente

#questions #tagged in

[coolbeansbuddyofmine]

Helurrrr

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

yasmeanie <3,

well, i'll get to it then. the rainbow is answered so i'll just do the other two! i will /try/ to be concise but again, no promises.

💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language

considering who's asked this question, i suppose the fun answer would be vibes. and i guess that encapsulates what is the most important part to me---the mood, the tone, the themes they just need to feel right to me. i personally enjoy writing more emotional, character study-esque, introspective fics which is partially from my literature background in literary analyses. don't get me wrong, plot and characters and world-building is fun and all, but i think the emotional crux of the fic is most important to me which is why my tags are less technical or setting-based, and more like 'angst' or 'hurt/comfort' which tends to deal with the emotional gravitas of the work.

i think part of this is done through figurative language, so language is important to me. i think, first and foremost, i'm a poet and that translates to my prose and my fics, which tend to be more poetic, metaphorical filled with grandeur; purple prose if you will.

so yay emotions!

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

oh fun!

so i have adhd and ive been working on multiple projects at once (as per usual, typical coolbeans honestly)

and here are the final chapters of my two favorite unfinished multichaps currently (with blurbs!)

so this is chapter 8 of the office au i've been writing for f4! i'm pretty far through but im still sorting out some plot details and trying to find time to write it all!

so this is my uber-fave (and only) fiery priest fic that im hella obsessed with right now and i'm soooo close to finishing chapter 4 i just need to power through for a couple hours and i should be done.

as for my up and coming work(s), i have lots of fun things !

this is for my despised beloves strangers again the show i cant get enough and it ripped my heart out of my chest and stomped on it. i want to give my baby hara the justice she deserves bc everyone in that show did her dirty and i will redeem her myself so be it. i said fuck canon and redid the ending as i deserve to

this is lawschool fic bc i saw something on pinterest and was inspired. it's all fluff pointless romance really.

this one i've had in my reserves since december when i watched the show and i WAS obsessed bc my man yim siwan needs to portray more green flag cuties but i also wanted horny daebeom

these two are what i like to call my sister fics. they're the folklore and evermore if you will. the sidecouple angst in two different flavours. if you've read beware the villainess, the first is like where she finally manages to get him freed, a post canon work, and the second as the title states, is canon divergence and still angsty but more adultier flavoured. more hurt.

i love love yona and yohan from beware the villainess this is them in case u dont know they are my favorite grumpy saintess queen x sunshine wizard simp

i've been really into manhwas since early last year (honestly if u follow me dedicatedly anywhere on social media, you'd probably already know this) and i have some i want to write for!

love,

rosey posey <3 (coolbeans/ro)

link to the original post if anyone else wants to ask me more! i'm finally back (proper) for the better i think <3 ask me more things im currently accepting prompts <3 !!!

#ask box answered #my writing #oh this was so fun pls ask me more

[void-whisper]

✨🌸 If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not 🌸

Hi bestie!! Ily!! Sorry for answering this so late!! 💖

Okay, this is a lil hard bc as soon as I have to think about myself suddenly my brain is like, "there is nothing here, no personality ma'am", but let's go.

I was best in my class during lawschool about 8 semesters in a row but didn't get honours bc I didn't do scientific research stuff that was needed for it (mostly bc I was lazy about it and my friend that did it was super stressed about it);

Skyrim is one of my fav games ever but you would not think so bc I have about a million complaints and pet peeves about it (still come back to it about one a year at least);

When I was in high school had the whole plot of the first Percy Jackson and the Olympians book memorized and could cite all the story beats without looking at the book;

#asks #thank you lovely!! #and I'm sorry it took me so long to answer this 😅😅😅

[actuallyava]

Jealousy?

Thoughts racing

Mind taking

Too many options to count

Body moving

Love screwed up

And I’m not even sure what it’s about

We were friends, right?

Companions, right?

So why do I feel this way?

It’s not on them it’s me

It’s me it’s me it’s me

Sitting in this room, trying to flee

From the place I’m in right now?

And I sit here and wonder

The thought that pushes to the forefront everytime, is this jealousy?

Such a nasty concept

Wanting something that others have

Is that what I’ve used as my life raft?

The boat that saved me from feeling mediocre and kept me afloat?

Have I always craved other people’s gifts?

I never wanted it until I saw someone else have it?

Why shouldn’t I?

Is that what it takes for the green eyed monster to get in my eye?

Is that what it takes to make my morality die?

Lots of questions with no answers, it would be great if you could be my guide.

So I sit here, watching other people fly by

And wonder why I can’t seem to jump the nest and do my own dive

Do I want what she is?

Is this who I am?

Am I not happy for the things that happen to others, and proud of my own circumstance?

No.

That’s not me.

I graduated top of my class most definitely

I garden on my own, learning skills to do better

I have written two and half books from scratch, letter by letter

I take care of my family, without any help

I have traveled to islands and cities, my feet tangled with kelp

My brother loves me, my mother respects my calls

I picked myself back up when all I could do was fall

I followed your instructions to tee

And this is nothing to do with them versus me

But for a second I had to remember who I was

In the dark and in the light, I’ve stayed the same…trust!

I’m happy for my ex-friends, who sat and let me cry

In all the moments I felt like I should die

I’m excited that they’re winning, and that they get married to football players

Go to lawschool

And have drawings that are on Jumbotrons to share

They deserve every blessing that you have granted them,

And I won’t ever be a hater to seeing them win

When it’s my turn I will gladly stand proud,

Holding my trophy I will stand up say loud,

This is mine and my ABBA’s no one can ignore,

That when it’s time for me, no one can close my door!

-Max

[hotchfiles]

lari ⋆ 27 ⋆ brazilian with adhd ⋆ she/her ⋆ fanfic writer ⋆ aaron hotchner obsessed

this is a nsfw page, minors please, please, don't interact with content not appropriate for your age.

self proclaimed president of: ⋆ rossi!reader ⋆ liaison!reader ⋆ lawschool!hotch

co-creator of: ⋆ adhd!reader ⋆ activist!reader

thighlover!hotch & softdom!hotch, nerdyawkward!hotch truther

this is an anti daddykink!hotch zone i don't accept criticism on it

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yapping ⋆ theorizing ⋆ making all thomas gibson's roles hotch related somehow ⋆ screencaps ⋆ scene packs ⋆ opinions no one asked for ⋆ constant live posting of criminal minds episodes ⋆ current watch: finished s14 ⋆ current rewatch: s1

REQUESTS ⋆ OPEN FOR AARON HOTCHNER

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don't request: noncon/dubcon/cnc, age gap when one is underage, incest, pregnancy, periods, parenthood, smut.

the fact i won't take requests on those doesn't mean i won't reblog or write on my own. beware of warnings.

i don't guarantee writing all requests!

racism, homophobia, transphobia and all that fascist shit will be deleted, blocked and cursed by me with my witch powers. i'm a communist & anti zionist.

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[kryptonitejelly]

omg do you have any thoughts on what sharing a form with lawschool!hotch would be like

Send more thoughts here.

I kinda got a bit carried away and turned this into a kinda headcannon like thing where there are hints of something between you and lawschool!hotch hehe, cos lawschool!hotch is my absolute love.

Lawschool!hotch to me = a younger, more playful hotch. Somehow, and because of the boarding school arc, I can’t shake the image of fratboy!hotch in my mind. He probably would have cleaned up (most of) his act by the time he hit law school, but I imagine he would still have a streak of something still left in him.

You would notice him the first lecture you have with him, which also happens to be the first lecture of the year for the first years. Sitting in the middle of lecture hall, lounging in his seat, hair floppy, notebook in front of him. He would be just oozing with a quiet kind of confidence, and you wouldn’t be the only one who notices him. I think he would be popular with both the guys and the girls.

If you catch his eye, he would smile, chuckling under breath as your cheeks turn red. He would remember you, eyes brightening with familiarity snd excitement the first day you slide into the seat beside him in your torts seminar. He would introduce himself to you as “Aaron”, although you hear all his other friends call him “Hotch”.

You would soon realise that despite his partying ways and the ‘I couldn’t care less’ attitude he seems to radiate, he actually is bright, and one of the most hardworking students. He puts in the hours, does the readings, prepares for his classes and generally takes school seriously.

Because of his frat boy exterior, people are hesitant to ask him for help or approach if they need, but as long as you ask, Aaron is always willing to help out and toss around ideas and concepts with you. He never assumes he is right though, and is more than willing to be convinced or told he is wrong - he’ll accept it, but he generally is right.

He would always be prepared when exam season rolls around, because he continuously does the reading and prepares for classes. You would whine to him and procrastinate, but he would force you to sit down in the library and do the work, dragging you up in the mornings and hustling you throughout the day, kicking you across the finish line of the year if he had to.

He would make sure you go out with him after the exam season ends, trying to get you wasted by plying you with alcohol but not consuming much himself, but always keeping a watchful eye on you, making sure no one touches you and that you generally steer clear of harms way. By the end of the night if you are too drunk, he would take you back to his dorm, bundle you up in his bed and fall asleep promptly right next to you. You would wake up in the morning to find yourself snuggled up against him and tear yourself away in shock, falling out of his bed. He would stir, and lazily peek out at you from the bed with a smirk.

He would drag you on a roadtrip with his friends the moment the school year is out, insisting that you relax before the next year comes back to kick you both in the butt, convincing you that next summer would not be as carefree because - internships. You would find both yourselves slipping away from the group, kicking your feet up and, watching one too many sunsets together. Your arms would brush against each other, skin touching and he would much to your giggles and protests, plant his head firmly in the crook of your neck insisting that he lay on you, or on your lap.

The first time you see Aaron in a suit, hair buzzed shorter (think Greg in Dharma and Greg, ugh Greg baby 🥺🥺) for one of the moots he is participating in you just stare. He notices and winks at you. It makes you flustered and you drop your note cards, for the same moot. He is a natural in moot court, and of course, his side wins. You lose, but happily, and blame him. He teases you about catching you staring at him in a suit and you get all blushy and run away making up some lame excuse.

Also, I don’t feel like Aaron would have started his running in law school. I feel like thats more of something he picked up maybe in practice, to keep himself focused and more grounded, or maybe in the FBI academy.

Bonus: If you had a boyfriend in law school, that was not him >:((, Aaron would want to be super critical about your boyfriend, grumbling to everyone else that he wasn’t treating you the way you deserved to be treated. He would try to be cordial to the guy when you are around, but leave them in the same room and he would become the thorniest porcupine / ice prince ever. He would be generally super protective of you, because the idiot might not realise he has a crush on you, and the day your boyfriend breaks up with you he would be there in a heartbeat, threatening to hunt the bastard down and beat him up.

#asks #send asks #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotchner thoughts #aaron hotchner headcannon #k answers #lawschool!hotch #fratboy!hotch #aaron hotchner x you