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"Victory" (Spencer Reid/ Reader)

Requested: Yes

Summary: Spencer's daughter hates her father's girlfriend. But when he is in prison, life pushes them to finally get along.

Warning: Cursing, a little angst, a mean teenager, and fluff.

Word count: 5,4K

A/N: Hello, pretty people! How are you? I've missed you! Life has been a little messy and filled with angst, so writing hasn't come easy in the lastest weeks. Hope you like this story, and I hope I can bring you a new one soon 😉

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Spencer's daughter hated her dad's new girlfriend. And she wasn't subtle about it. She hated that her father was now dating, 'cos she didn't want to share his love. So now she didn't even want to be around him anymore 'cos he was so happy, it was annoying.

It wasn't that she hated her father, 'cos she loved him. But she was never going to face the fact she was jealous. She didn't want to share Spencer with anyone because he was all the family she knew, and they were a team.

Victoria Reid was twelve years old. She had grown up alone with her dad 'cos her mother had ditched the two of them soon after she was born. Spencer had tried to explain to his daughter her mom had left 'cos she wasn't ready to deal with the responsibility of being a mother, which was true. He, on the other hand, was happy to know he was going to be a father, and he repeated over and over again she was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

That was true.

When Spencer and his ex found out they were going to be parents, he was ecstatic. He couldn't wait to hold his baby in his arms and watch them grow. He didn't know his girlfriend had other plans, though, and soon after Victoria was born, she had left the two of them and never looked back.

Spencer wasn't going to lose the chance of being a dad. Even when he knew he was too young, Reid was ready to raise that baby on his own and give her all the love he had.

That's why he and Victoria were so close. Spencer was the only parent she had ever had. He was her world. And though Spencer was only 24 when Tori was born, he had given her his best.

Tori was the BAU's baby girl. Everybody in the team was a part of her life because she had grown up with them. Penelope was her best friend and godmother. Victoria would spend a lot of time with her while her dad was away on a case. Derek was her cool uncle. He helped her train to get into the basketball team and taught her how to dance. JJ was the closest to a mother figure in her life. Tori would spend time with her after school, playing with Henry. Spencer always said JJ was like a sister for him, and that's why they were all like family. Tori actually called Henry and Michel her cousins.

Emily was like her best friend. They could talk about anything, and at least twice a month, they would go out together shopping, just the two of them. Spencer always respected his daughter's relationship with his friend 'cos they were their little extended family. Tori called Rossi "Nono." He had taught her himself, and she loved going to his mansion, 'cos he always had new video games to play with her.

But then came (Y/N). She had joined the team when Victoria was only six years old, and for the first five years, they got along just fine. (Y/N) would come along shopping with her and Emily, sometimes she took Tori out for some pastries, and talked about bands, boys. Victoria loved her.

That until the incident.

She hated (Y/N) after the incident.

Victoria refused to talk to her after THE INCIDENT.

It was a warm spring afternoon, Spencer and (Y/N) had the afternoon off, and they were at his apartment... heavily making out on the couch. That's why they lost track of time.

(Y/N) and Spencer had started dating a few months before. They had been in love with each other for years. Still, neither of them had acted on it until Rossi's birthday party, when they had a little too many drinks and finally confessed their feelings. They wanted to take things slow, but when you make out in front of the whole team, it might be a little harder imagined.

But they had decided to wait for the right time to tell Victoria. But, unfortunately, the right time didn't come soon enough.

- "Dad!! I'm home!!"- Victoria opened the front door and froze in shock at the scene going on in front of her. The twelve-year-old had asked her best friend's mother to drop her home earlier when Penelope told her Spencer had already gone home. In Garcia's defense, she had no idea what was going on in Reid's residence, and if she had known, she would have never let Victoria know her dad was home.

(Y/N) widened her eyes and quickly grabbed a pillow to cover herself. She was shirtless, sitting on Spencer's lap. She still had her bra on (thank god), but anyone could tell that scene was leading to the bedroom in a few seconds.

- "Shit!"- Spencer whispered and closed his eyes as he realized what was going on. (Y/N) held her breath as she stared into the young teen's eyes. Victoria didn't know what to do or what to say, so she simply ran to her room and slammed the door.

- "Ok... so I think Tori knows about us"- (Y/N) tried to ease the mood and smiled at her boyfriend as she put on her shirt. But Spencer sighed and covered his face with both hands- "Oh, come on. It doesn't have to be a bad thing. Let me talk to her."

- "No, (Y/N), let me talk to her first."- Spencer stood up and kissed (Y/N) 's nose- "I know she is mad, and I should be the one dealing with her anger."

Reid knew his daughter well enough to anticipate her behavior. People had often told him he could be a little passive-aggressive when he was upset. And his daughter was just like him.

- "Victoria, open the door!"- he said and waited a few seconds after knocking.

- "Go away!"- the teenager yelled, laying on her bed. She felt betrayed and confused. But most of all, she felt angry that her father had decided to have a girlfriend. He had no right to do such a thing. He had to take care of her and her grandma. No one else.

- "Victoria, we need to talk about this!"

- "You seemed too busy with your girlfriend to talk to me, dad. So go away!"

- "Victoria Marie!"- Spencer knocked on the door but got no answer from his daughter. (Y/N) heard it all from the couch and tried to think of a way to fix things with the young girl.

Sadly, it wasn't going to be easy, and in the months that followed, everything was far from being normal again.

- "I hate her!"- Victoria huffed and left her book aside. Spencer was trying to explain to her why (Y/N) would stay with her and Diana while he took a short work trip for the weekend. But the girl didn't want to hear a word about it.

- "You used to get along with her just fine until we started dating."- Spencer tried to dialogue with his daughter. Still, it was honestly getting harder and harder each time they touched the subject.

- "Used to. You just said it. I have the right to change my mind about people. Why can't I stay with auntie Penelope for the weekend?"

- "Because I want you to make an effort and try to get along with (Y/N) again. Victoria, we've been through this before. I love you, and that's not going to change just because I am dating (Y/N)."

- "This is so unfair! I hate you!!"

Spence tried to stay calm, but after over four-month having the same argument almost every day, he was losing it. Victoria stormed out and slammed her bedroom door behind her back. Maybe it was better not to push it, Spencer thought, defeated, and called Penelope to ask her if his daughter could spend the weekend with her, 'cos he had to travel. Maybe Victoria and (Y/N) weren't going to get along if he forced them to spend time together.

Everyone had already tried to talk to her about what was going on: JJ, Emily, Penelope. But Victoria wasn't ready to give in. She wanted to hate (Y/N), and nothing was going to change that. Or so she thought.

The day Penelope showed up in Victoria's school and announced her something had happened to her dad was engraved in the girl's memory forever as the worst day of her life. Her father had been arrested in Mexico, but Garcia had assured her, the whole team was working to bring him home safe. Meanwhile, she would stay with her in her apartment (she was already there anyway), and Diana would stay home with her nurse.

Victoria's heart was broken. She was basically alone in the whole world. Her father was her anchor. Her protector. Her superhero. Her best friend. And now, all of a sudden, he was gone, and though everybody told her it was going to be ok, she knew it wasn't.

- "Hey,"- (Y/N) walked into Penelope's office and found Victoria doing her homework- "Pen told me you were here, and I thought maybe you'd like one of these."

The young SSA said and handed the girl a box of fresh chocolate frosted with sprinkled donuts and a strawberry milkshake. Her favorites.

But Victoria didn't reply. Instead, she looked at (Y/N) right in the eyes, not moving a muscle, and then returned to her homework.

It had been two weeks since Spencer had been accused of murder, and he had been transferred to Virginia. But the team was far from solving the case.

- "Ok, Tori, please stop this. I know you don't like me dating your dad, but this is not the right time to fight. I know..."- (Y/N) made a short pause and took a deep breath before resuming her idea- "I know how you feel."

- "No. You don't."- Victoria Reid's voice was loud and clear, like thunder, hitting earth with anger. So clear, in fact, (Y/N) widened her eyes when she heard her.

- "You have no idea how I feel. Your dad ain't in jail accused of killing some woman in Mexico. You have no right to tell me that!"

- "My boyfriend and best friend in the whole world is in jail right now, and it doesn't matter if I work myself to death 18 hours every single fucking day; I still can't find the way to help him. I feel lost and alone, and most of all, scared, 'cos I've come to realize I have no idea how to live without him anymore. I'm guessing that's very close to what you feel."

(Y/N) poured her heart with complete honesty to her boyfriend's daughter, fighting the tears back, though you could feel the desperation in her voice. She didn't know if it would be of any use, but she had to take that from her chest. She missed Spencer so much she felt she was going insane. She had no idea what to do.

Victoria stared at her, furrowing her eyes and pouting. She didn't want to cry in front of (Y/N) 'cos she didn't want her trying to console her.

- "Just because you are dating him doesn't mean you have to take care of me. I can take care of myself."- Tori said and looked at the donut. She was hungry, they looked delicious, but the teenager didn't want to accept any gift coming from (Y/N).

- "I am not here because you are my boyfriend's daughter. I thought you were a cool kid way before I fell in love with him."- (Y/N) tried to calm herself down and sat across the table from Victoria- "And I am not trying to steal him from you. I just wanna... make him happy."

- "We were happy,"- the teenager's comeback was like a slap on (Y/N) 's face, but she did her best not to take it personally. She knew it was useless fighting with a teenager.

- "I have a visit scheduled for tomorrow. If you'd like, we could go together."

Tori held her breath. She hadn't seen her father since he left for Mexico. Of course, Victoria wanted to see him and hug him. It was all she wanted in the whole world. But... she didn't want to be friendly with (Y/N).

- "If I go... it doesn't mean I like you."- the young girl whispered.

- "I know"- (Y/N) nodded, feeling already triumphant.

- "And it doesn't mean I'm ok with you dating him."

- "I understand. I just know you miss him, Tori. I really know how you feel, and I'm gonna help you whenever I get a chance."- Victoria didn't answer; she just sighed and grabbed a donut. (Y/N) tried not to smile, feeling she had a small victory.

Spencer couldn't believe it when he saw his little girl waiting for him sitting next to (Y/N) instead of his lawyer in the small grey room. Victoria stood up and ran to him the second the door opened and wrapped her arms around her father as tight as possible.

(Y/N) looked at the guards, thankful neither of them had tried to stop the teenager.

Spencer kissed his daughter's cheek a few times and whispered how sorry he was to put her under those circumstances. He didn't know what to do or what to say. He was speechless. A part of him hated the idea of his daughter visiting him in jail, but he also missed her too much to argue with (Y/N) for bringing her over.

- "I'll go fill a few forms. Be right back"- (Y/N) whispered and saw Spencer's warm smile as he mouthed "Thank you," still hugging his daughter. She whispered, "I love you," and walked outside the room. She knew Victoria would appreciate a few minutes alone with her father, and she didn't want to take that away from them. She really wanted to make Spencer and Tori happy, and spending time together was what they needed.

- "I know this is hard, peanut, but we'll get through it. I'll be out in a few weeks. I promise"- Spencer held his daughter's hands as they sat across the table.

- "I miss you"- her voice was a soft whisper, as she kept trying not to cry anymore. She didn't want to make him feel guilty, sad, or anxious.

- "Me too. How are you? How is living with aunt Penelope going?"

- "Ok... we watch a lot of movies."

- "And school?"- Tori shrugged.

- "Ok, I guess."

- "Victoria..."

- "I got a C on my history paper."

- "Baby..."

- "I know, I know, I should have tried harder, but I really didn't want to do it."

Spencer was torn between lecturing his daughter for getting a bad grade and actually telling her it was ok, 'cos they were going through a rough patch. It was obvious she might get bad grades, all things considered.

- "I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you"- it was all Spencer managed to whisper.

- "Don't say that, dad. I'm sorry I slacked off."

- "You know, you could ask (Y/N) for help,"- Spencer suggested, but Tori just rolled her eyes, annoyed- "She has a master in the subject..."

- "Dad, please don't force me to talk to her."

- "I'm just saying... you don't have to be her best friend, just ask for help when needed, especially when it comes to school. Besides, it's clear she isn't a bad person if she brought you here today."

- "She just wants to win me over."- Tori mumbled and crossed her arms on her chest. But she knew her dad was right in one thing: (Y/N) had done a pretty good thing taking her to see her dad and letting them spend time together on their own.

Victoria thought she was losing her mind after three months had passed and her father was still in jail. It didn't matter that (Y/N) took her every Saturday morning to visit, played her favorite music, and bought her all the pastries she loved. She needed to live with her father again and do all the small things they loved: making breakfast together, playing scrabble, taking long walks in the park, eating ice cream. Tori even missed her father's annoying habits. She missed his rambling and how he always had an answer for everything, even for the things she didn't want to talk about with him.

Spencer was an amazing father, no questions asked, and Victoria Reid knew she couldn't ask for a better dad than him. She just wanted him back.

But things weren't going to improve soon.

When the team found out Diana Reid had been kidnapped, (Y/N) had to take a minute and lock herself in the bathroom to cry her heart out. She felt bad things were never going to cease, and she didn't want to tell Victoria. The girl had already been through so much, adding the abduction of her grandmother wasn't fair. Tori was just twelve. She shouldn't be going through all that.

- "Victoria?"

Prentiss decided she was going to be the one to tell the girl what was going on, and (Y/N) offered herself to look for her. She was in Rossi's office, reading a book curled on his comfy couch. That poor kid almost lived at the BAU by then.

- "My homework is done."- she replied, not taking her eyes from the page she was reading.

- "That's good. And what are you reading?"- Tori sighed and showed her the cover- "Something Wicked this way comes," I love that book"- (Y/N) smiled and took a look around.

- "Figured my father forced you to read it."

- "Actually, I read it when I was ten, and it's one of my favorite books."- (Y/N) looked at Victoria, but the teenager kept pretending to read, ignoring her- "Emily needs to talk to you."

- "And why are you here? Why didn't aunt Emily come? Are you her secretary?"- there was something about Victoria's attitude that reminded (Y/N) of Reid.

- "I wanted to see you, see how you were doing, and take you to the conference room"- Tori sighed and stood up. She hoped Emily had good news about her father, 'cos she was honestly going insane.

But of course, Prentiss didn't have any good news.

- "I'm sorry, Tori, but... you are going to have to stay here tonight"- the girl frowned, confused, and looked at the whole team around her. Everybody looked like they hadn't slept in days. Which, by the way, was very accurate.

- "Why?"

- "'Cos we are going to have to..."- Emily paused and held her breath, staring at her niece's eyes.- "I'm sorry, Tori, but this is the truth: the woman who framed your father has kidnapped Diana, and I'm scared she might try to get you too. So until we catch her, the safest place to be is here, at the BAU. With us."

Tori gasped and covered her mouth with both hands as tears filled her eyes in a second.

- "Nana? Is she ok?"

- "We don't know yet, but we are working to bring her home safe as soon as possible"- JJ caressed Tori's arm and tried to hold her, but she pushed her away mad frowned.

- "You keep saying that, you keep telling me you are working to bring my family home safe, but so far, you haven't done anything!! I am still alone! Dad is in jail, and everybody knows he is innocent! And now nana is gone too!!"

- "Baby, we know it is hard, but..."- Emily wanted to explain to Victoria everything was more complex than they had expected, but the girl covered her ears and shook her head, yelling as she stormed out of the room

- "I don't wanna hear you!! I want my dad!!"

It was painful to hear those things, 'cos the team was doing the best they could for Reid and his family, but they could understand the frustration and, most of all, the fear that little girl felt.

- "I'll talk to her,"- (Y/N) said and turned to Emily- "You guys continue what you were doing. I'll try to calm her down."

- "Are you sure you wanna go?"- Emily asked and cut (Y/N) a short smile.

- "Yeah, for once, she is mad at all of us, not just me."

The young SSA walked to Garcias's office, where Tori was hidden underneath a desk, crying.

- "Hey."

- "Leave me alone."

- "I know I'm the last person you wanna be with right now, and I am sorry I can't do anything to make you feel better. I can only promise you this: we are doing all we can to bring your dad and your grandmother back home safe." - (Y/N) whispered as she walked slowly towards the girl, who sobbed, whipping off the tears from her eyes.

- "Just leave me alone. I want to be alone,"- Tori mumbled and wrapped her arms around herself, sobbing.

- "I'm not gonna leave you alone, Tori. You are not alone here with us."

- "I am alone!! I want my daddy!! I need my daddy!!"- the girl continued crying her eyes out, hidden underneath the desk. (Y/N) kneeled next to her and sat on the floor.

- "Come here"- it was a bold move, 'cos (Y/N) knew the girl was going to reject her, but she didn't care. She couldn't deal with her sadness, and it scared her to think how bad the child was feeling. So, (Y/N) opened her arms and moved the teen closer to her.

Surprisingly, the girl didn't reject her. Instead, she cried against the fabric of (Y/N) 's sweater and sobbed, shaking, as (Y/N) caressed her hair carefully.

- "I swear, we are not gonna rest until he is free and until Diana is home."

- "I want my family back,"- Victoria mumbled and sighed.

- "You'll get it. I swear, I'll do everything I can to bring them back to you."

That was the first time since (Y/N) started dating Spencer that Victoria let her close. In the middle of the mess they were all lost into, it felt like a little break of peace. Another small victory for the young woman.

(Y/N) didn't mind spending the whole night awake going through an endless pile of files if it meant there was a chance to bring Spencer back home. Tori stayed in Rossi's office, where she made something that looked pretty much like a fort on the couch, with blankets and pillows, to hide from the rest of the world.

It was heartwarming and heartbreaking at the same time, looking at the girl hidden there, trying to read, trying to draw, trying to do anything to take her mind from reality. Penelope brought her something to eat, but she rejected it, saying she wasn't hungry. Emily and JJ had tried to talk to her, but Tori kindly said she wanted to be alone. Even Morgan had called her and announced to her he was taking a plane from Chicago to help the team looking for Diana.

None of that cheered Victoria up.

- "I bought you this,"

Around ten, (Y/N) opened Rossi's door and walked in, holding a box of frosted chocolate donuts with sprinkles.

- "They always cheer your dad up, so I'm counting they will do the trick with you too"- the young woman tried to joke but found Victoria crying quietly insider her fort.

- "Please, just leave me alone,"- she whispered and hid her face with both her hands. (Y/N) didn't pay attention and sat with her inside the fort.

- "Not a chance."

- "I really don't wanna do this now, just leave me alone,"- the girl sighed, defeated, and continued crying.

- "Come here, I told you, you are not alone."

- "I am alone, (Y/N)! My dad is in jail, my grandma is kidnapped, and my mother left me 'cos she didn't love me!"

- "No, baby, don't say that"- (Y/N) wrapped her arms around Tori and kissed the top of her head.

- "I know my mom didn't want to have me, and maybe she was right... maybe I am cursed, and all this is my fault."

- "Victoria Marie Reid, you are talking senseless" (Y/N) held the girl's shoulder and looked into her eyes.

- "You are an adorable young girl who deserves the best in the world. Why did this happen? I don't know, bad shit happens in life, and we must try to learn something from it. That's it. There's no reason or cause. Shit happens, baby, but we must raise stronger than before. You are an incredible young girl, and I know your dad is proud of you. I am proud of you, 'cos you've been so courageous and brave."

- "You are just saying that 'cos you are with my dad."

- "No. I would say that even if I hated your dad. You know why? 'Cos I am not lying, you are awesome, and I love you, get that into your head. And you are not alone, 'cos I am here, see?"- (Y/N) ran her thumb on Tori's cheek, whipping off a few of her tears- "I'm here even when you don't want me to be, so I don't know if you can tell, but you are doomed, you can't get rid of me now. I'm like a disease, but a good one... I don' know if there's a good disease. I'm sure your dad would have the answer for my random comment right now."

Both Victoria and (Y/N) chuckled at the same time, and the girl nodded.

- "He definitely would..."

- "He would also lecture me why I shouldn't give you sugar after dinner, but he is not here, and I am not telling him, so please don't tell him 'cos he is going to be mad at me... and at you."- (Y/N) handed Tori the box of donuts, and the girl smiled.

- "I won't tell him."

- "Great, we have our own little sugary secret. Eat all the donuts you want; I'm going to be with the team in the conference room. Emily has a meeting early morning with the judge."- (Y/N) kissed the top of Vitoria's head and stood up.

- "If you need anything, I'm across the hall."- the SSA said, and the girl nodded, chewing a donut.

- "Thank you, (Y/N)"

By the next day, the miracle had happened. Victoria couldn't stop crying when (Y/N) announced she was taking Spencer back home. Tori stood in front of his father's girlfriend and felt how the tears filled her eyes in less than a minute. Happy tears, for once.

(Y/N) smiled at her, glad to know the young girl was going to have her life back. It surprised her when Tori hugged her, wrapping her arms around her tight. (Y/N) stayed still for an instant, trying to understand what was happening. She hugged Victoria and kissed the top of her head. The child was crying, and suddenly, so was she. The nightmare was over. At least a part of it. They still needed to find Diana. But the fact they were going to have Reid back was already giving everybody the peace of mind they needed to finish the task.

(Y/N) held Spencer's hand tight all the way from the prison to the BAU. He kept his eyes locked on their hands, fingers tangled together. He couldn't believe it was actually happening. He couldn't believe he was a free man.

- "How's Tori?"- he whispered and turned to his girlfriend. Penelope and Luke were in the car with them, but somehow, Spencer could only register the presence of his girlfriend. Not because he didn't care about his friends, but because he could only take just a small amount of information at the time. It was all too much for him at that moment.

- "Good. She has been incredibly strong."

- "Did you tell her about mom?"- Spencer was afraid to ask but needed to know what was going on with his daughter. (Y/N) nodded and sighed.

- "We decided it was better if she knew what was happening, we had to keep her at the BAU, and she was going to get suspicious she couldn't go to Penelope's... sorry."

- "Don't be. You did what was best for her."- Spencer turned to his girlfriend and smiled at her for a second. It was a short, sweet smile. Almost shy. But it was enough to warm her heart and wake the butterflies in her stomach. She was so in love with Spencer Reid, everything he did fluster her.

Victoria thought her heart was about to burst as he waited for her father to arrive. Spencer looked at (Y/N) one last time, and she squeezed his hand kindly, smiling when the elevator door opened, and all he heard was:

- "Daddy!!"- Tori yelled and ran to hug Spencer as soon as she saw him. He couldn't even step out of the elevator when his daughter nearly tackled him, wrapping her arms around him tight.

- "My baby!"- he whispered and spun her in the air a few times- "Are you ok?"- he held her face with both hands and took a good look at her. She was crying but smiling as she nodded.

- "I'm so happy to see you, dad."

- "I missed you so, so much"- Spencer kissed the top of her head and sighed. (Y/N) smiled, and whipped off the tears from her eyes as she stared at the scene. Garcia and Luke stood next to her, enjoying a brief moment of happiness and peace.

- "Me more,"- Victoria whispered and hugged Spencer again- "I swear I'm never going to fight with you again."

- "I'm taking a mental note of that,"- he answered and felt her body shaking as she giggled. Spencer hadn't heard his daughter laugh, giggle, or even watched her smile in the three months he had spent away from her. And that sound was sweet and warm, like a balm to his soul.

- "I'm sorry, Spencer... but, we have to..."- Emily interrupted the moment and smiled at her friend. They all knew they still had to do one more thing before celebrating. They had to take Diana Reid back home safe and sound. Victoria let her father go and smiled at him.

- "I love you, dad."

- "I love you too, princess."

And as the team walked to the conference room to brief Spencer about the case and update him with the latest information, (Y/N) felt someone hold her hand.

- "Thank you,"- Victoria whispered and cut her a smile that warmed her heart.

- "Come here,"- she answered and turned around to wrap her arms around her for a second. Spencer looked at them, and for once, he didn't know what to say. Victoria and (Y/N) just stood in the middle of the hall, hugged for a few minutes, and Reid couldn't believe it. It was so heartwarming and emotional; he really didn't know how to react.

- "Come on, dad!! You are going to miss the movie!"- Victoria yelled and set the popcorn on the coffee table.

- "You can pause it!"- Spencer yelled from his desk, where he was finishing writing a letter for his mother.

- "Or you can hurry!"- Tori answered and sat on the couch.

- "Here's your tea, your highness"- (Y/N) walked to the girl holding a tray filled with cups and more snacks- "Come on, honey! We are not waiting for you!"

Three months after prison and life had never been so good for Spencer, Victoria, and (Y/N).

- "I had never seen you so eager to watch a Marvel movie, since when are you two fans of Thor?"- Spencer walked to the living room, hearing his girlfriend and daughter laugh.

- "Always, huge fan."- (Y/N) smiled and tapped on the couch. Reid sat between his two women and sighed.

- "I can smell the sarcasm in the air."

- "No, honey. We love Thor, right Tori?"

- "Yes! Big fans, huge, the biggest fans"- Spencer looked at his daughter and raised an eyebrow.

- "Ok, I'll buy it. Let's watch the movie."

(Y/N) and Tori giggled at the very same moments like they were sharing a secret joke Spencer couldn't understand, but he didn't really matter. He was happy, his heart was content, and there was nothing more perfect that minute, 'cos his family was all on the same couch, watching a movie, enjoying an afternoon together. Like he had always dreamt of.

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Best Of Me | One

Pairings : →ot7 x reader, poly!BTS x reader

Genre : → vampireau, yandere!au, age gap, gore, obsessive behavior, ddlg/caregiver, poly, fantasy, supernaturals

summary : It’s quite unusual to find a little baby on your doorstep, especially that their area was not of the poorest - you could say that a vampire town was efficient with money and snobby creatures. However over time the first idea of just giving back the little girl seems more and more radical and those moody vampires slowly start perceiving deeper feelings to human they even wanted to kill.

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So im not really as happy as i wanted to be with this chapter, but its the first one that i needed to translate. Suprisingly Its easier for me to write the whole thing myslef than translating it from my native language. + Remember to leave something and im happy to say that we can start an ask game with the characters from my books

Surprisingly this day was awfully ugly for such a beautiful season. Heavy rain was falling on the ground creating the big sheets of wall with those millions droplets that practically covered the whole view outside of the freshly cleaned window.

Tired sigh pierced the quiet, as for the household members, house only causing the weird tension to increase that was there from the early morning. Dark hair of the boy moved with him, now facing the cold, wet window.

Hyung…” Groaned the boy crashing on the couch closing the eyes in the process a little frustrated. Walking just next to him, a little taller man with bright yellow hair, looked at the dark haired one with a tired stare.

“I don’t have time Jungkook, go torture Yoongi or something.” A snort came out of the older one after the not so innocent proposition, as he kept carrying the big basket full of clothes.

And again he was alone. The youngest of the brothers, being the one who never knew what to do with his free time, wandering in the halls and every couch he could spot in their cosy house. His dark chocolate hair falling on his face, a little too long for his liking, but he was too lazy to actually do something with them.

Again that not happy groan left his lips, and wriggling similar to a child that did not get a toy he wanted, in the end forcing him to sit on the couch with a big pout. It was not normal in this household, the whole quiet and calm act, especially considering the residents he shared the home with.

They are more similar to animals than gentelems that appreciate a quiet time. So the weird atmosphere was definitely an unsettling thing for the youngest.

Again looking at the dark view outside the window, he tried to see the cause of all of this. Completely as if something was meant to happen, like the quiet before the storm.

And let me tell you, Jungkooks 6th sense never fails. Just as he thought that maybe just maybe this time he was wrong, a ring echoed in the whole household.

“Someone is gonna open it?!” He shouted being too irritated to even do it himself, despite being the closest to the doors.

Of course, nobody answered. So angry he was at this moment he got up from a nice cozy couch and with heavy steps he came to the big chunk of the wood.

He opened the door not that gently, mumbling an annoyed “what?”

So how irritated he got when he saw nothing, a void, the same doorstep and gate that stood there everyday, now with a big wall of rain to spice up the view. He looked around, now a little confused, while thinking that maybe someone was in the mood for jokes. But how stupid the idea of that was when he remebered, that for his hundreds years of living in this world the first time that actually someone managed to make fun of him was today.

And oh god he started to get so pissed.

So imagine how shocked he was when just before he closed the door he heard a really unusual sound coming from his feets. Unhappy sobs rang in the quiet afternoon immediately attracting his attention.

The young vampire was more than shocked, looking at the child in the pille of pastel colored blankets. Small sobs now increased in a big crocodile's tears with disturbing sounds of the kids crying.

“”No, no, no, please be quiet, we don’t want to wake up the old, ugly, moody grandpa. do we?” He panicked, whispering the words to the child that now laid in his arms. He just prayed that the actual old vampire really didn't take up because of the cries.

As the kid started to calm down, he stared at it with an unreadable emotion. It was a weird feeling, holding the delicate creature in his arm, knowing that just one wrong move, and the child would never cry again.

So what was that feeling that stirred down his stomach as the little creature grabbed his finger with a big open mouth. The sick emotion only made him panic even more, while looking back inside the house.

He decidied,. Sneaking was nothing new for his ninja move, and he strongly believed in his skills of not getting caught with a surprise in his arms. In the end the spiderman socks were a good choice, as their soft material made nearly no sound on the floor.

His stress level went higher with each step that brought him closer to the room that he knew he could not miss. The sound of a knife and cutting rung in his ears is similar to the music in horror music he likes to watch, now making him understand a feeling of pure fear.

Eyes closed while praying that the blonde man won’t turn around catching him in his act. But how wrong he was to believe in such a miracle. Nothing and absolutely gets past Kim Seokjin.

“Jeon Jungkook…” He died, completely freezing in place. Not opening his eyes he waited thinking that maybe it was just his head messing with him, and the blonde boy never actually turned to him. “What have you done again. If I need to clean the mess once again from the ketchup, I'm not going to…”

And as Jungkook thought that nothing can go worse, the little chil laughed a happy giggle while making the grabby hands for his bracelet.

“Jungkook?...What exactly are you holding?” The question like a knife cutted the heavy atmosphere in half. The silence just after that louder than everything he has heard before. He was even sure that he felt his nonexisting heart stopping. “Did you fucking steall a child?! I can’t be…”

“No! It’s not like that I swear I found it on our doorstep.”

“Do you really think think I am that stupid? How even the child could just appear there hm? Rolled there or better flyed on its plush unicorn?”

“Hyung, please you are going to wake up others.” He didn’t even hesitate to beg, looking at the blonde with such terrified eyes. The child in his arms happily munching on his bracelet completely unaware of the tension.

“Why would I care about others! You brought a child Jungkook, how can i be calm!?”

Dark haired unconsciously looked around with gritted teeth, now just waiting for the rest to appear. And he did not need to wait long, as just after he looked back at the blonde, someone came from the other side of the kitchen door.

Tall man with peachy hair and raspy voice, trying to get rid of the rest of his sleep, now scratching his head with confused expressions. Who wouldn’t be confused in this place, seeing a literal child in a house full of old vampires.

“What is this mess all about? You know what hour it is?” Said the tallest one. Blondie one only snorted as if offended while crossing his arms. “What?”

“Nothing.” Oldest mumbled irritated. The tallest only raised his brow, and repeated the question once again. Jungkook being now forgotten with the child trying to catch his attention with little sounds. “You dare to remind me of the hour?! Do you know how many nights I didn’t sleep because of you! If I just could silence you for good, you would have long ago ended like the voldemort, yes i'm talking about that nose of yours”

The taller one immediately touched his nose gasping not believing in what he just heard, now trying to silently disappear from the harash stare of his older brother.

As the peach hired one hid behind a counter, the attention now came back to the snaking Jungkook. More pairs of footsteps rang in the quietness of the home, slowly showing other people.

“Jin-hyung is angry again? What happened I want to see.” Announced the newcomer, sliding on his perfectly white socks.

“Who is angry here?! You want to see how angry I can be you...you…”

“You silly goose?”

“No that's to lame.”

“Dipshit?”

“You dipshit! Thank you Namjoon.” He finished with a red face. The newcomer only rolled his eyes, while making the shortest of the brothers that came with him laugh.

“Since everyone is here…” The tallest started.

“Wait, where is Yoongi.” Asked the red haired one, while leaning on the counter with a mysteriously made coffee.

“Here.” All of them shouted, hearing the sudden voice, and seeing the new person that appeared with a lightning of thunder. “So what’s this mess about?”

Everyone in the room simultaneously looked at the dark haired boy that immediately stopped in his tracks hoping for some power that could help him disappear. All the eyes slowly drifted down his arms, now staring at a bundle of blankets that started to move as if it knew of the attention.

“What is that?” Asked the tallest looking straight at the irritated blonde.

“Don’t ask me, I’m not the one that gives such a stupid example, making those idiots steal children.”

The kitchen is now again quiet, all the eyes on the little creature in the arms of the youngest. Only sound now being the child starting to sob again, making everyone tense.

“Shut it up you morons.” Said second oldest, annoyed at the loud cries. The blonde didn’t waste time, knowing how bad noise is for the black haired. Small body now shuddering because of the sobbing making the oldest coo at the little child.

His arms soon hold the bundle of blanket, trying to calm the kid down with his baby voice. It wasn’t hard to get lost in its eyes, them being mysterious and full of innocence, drawing up the blonde one. His big hand now on its red cheek, trying to feel the texture of the soft skin under his fingers.

And as the cries never happened, the child started giggling again trying to grab Seokjin hands with such a beautiful smile. It was a really soft sight to see making them all calm and giddy inside. But as the child opened its mouth Seokjin's smiles disappeared.

“What the matter?” Asked Namjoon a little bit taken aback by the change of his hyungs mood. The oldest only looked back at the rest of them with a terrified expression.

“It's a human.”

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wanderinginksplot · 3 years

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I'm so sorry if this is annoying I don't have a tumblr of my own and I'm pretty new here I made a request for a fluff fic with Tech and a meteor shower and I would like to add a request for flustered reader and flustered Tech in this I'm so sorry if this is annoying I already said that sorry again but I really like ur writing and would love if you did that but you don't have to no pressure

Hey, anon! First off, never apologize for requesting a fic. It’s not irritating - I love the creative bursts I get from requests! Second, I’m sorry this took so long, but I hope it’s everything you wanted. Enjoy!

Meteor Shower

“We need to leave in half an hour or we’ll miss the next transport,” Tech reminded you, tapping at the datapad embedded in his vambrace.

“Tech,” you sighed softly. “Would you focus?”

He finally glanced up at you, looking mildly offended. “I am always focused.”

“On something other than your datapad,” you amended. “We’re in one of the most stunning places in the galaxy. Look around a little bit, soak it in.”

Tech stared around, but he was clearly scanning for threats, not enjoying the wonder of Serenno’s landscape. “I don’t see anything.”

You sighed. Were all soldiers so focused on their mission that they couldn’t see anything else? It had been something you had noticed with other members of the Bad Batch, even if you didn’t have to deal with it for right now. Hunter, Crosshair, and Wrecker had gone to take the Havoc Marauder for repairs after another famous landing, leaving you and Tech to complete the simple surveillance mission by yourselves. You would be taking a transport to meet them soon, but for now…

“You don’t see anything?” you asked skeptically. “Tech, that’s the biggest waterfall I’ve ever seen. And the moons are so bright here! I feel like I could count every leaf on every tree in this forest. Even the sound of that nerf herd grazing is peaceful.”

“If you can ignore the smell,” Tech countered.

“You’re focusing on the wrong things, here- Wait, look! A meteor!” you rambled, pointing at the night sky. Set against the backdrop of the moons and stars, a meteor streaked across the sky and you sighed happily.

“I could never get sick of seeing that,” you told Tech, struggling to rise to your feet. You had been sitting comfortably on the hill in the cool night air for too long.

Tech’s hand grabbed your arm. “Wait, sit back down.”

You obliged - mostly because your thigh muscles were not enjoying the half-crouch you had been standing in. As you settled back to your grassy seat, you looked over at Tech. “What’s up?”

Tech’s eyes were fixed on the night sky, shining behind his goggles. “Look.”

You looked, and a soft gasp left you a moment later. “Oooh, meteor shower!”

As the stars themselves seemed to fall from Serenno’s night sky, Tech said quietly, “Did you know that meteors can be as small as a grain of sand?”

You just hummed at that, attention fixed on the sky above you.

“Cultures across the galaxy have their own myths about meteors, formed long before inter-planetary transport became common,” Tech continued. He always sounded as if he was quoting some informational holovid or another, but this explanation was sweeter somehow, his focus clearly on the sky rather than his own words. “Some ancient civilizations believed they were markers of important events. Others thought they were the tears of the gods.”

“The ancients on my world believed that meteor showers were blessings raining from the stars,” you contributed absently. “The kind of blessing depended on who you were with. Alone, they meant luck. In a crowd, they meant good harvest. With your family, they meant prosperity. With another person, they meant that there was a romantic match. You’re supposed to give them one kiss for every blessing that fell.”

Tech didn’t say anything, but the silence was tenser than it had been. Abruptly, your mind caught up with your mouth and your face went hot. You glanced over at Tech in a panic, hoping he hadn’t been listening.

From the wide-eyed stare he was directing your way and the redness of his cheeks, he had definitely been listening.

You forced an awkward laugh. “Weird superstitions, right? Good thing we know better now.”

“Wh-” Tech’s voice faded, and he cleared his throat. “What did your people think happened if you didn’t… if you didn’t?”

“They believed it was bad luck,” you confessed, wishing more than anything that the subject would change. “But how much bad luck could a grain of sand hold?”

“Some meteors are larger than others,” Tech countered. “Some of those could have been up to a meter wide. That’s a lot of bad luck.”

You watched him in silence, not sure what he was trying to say.

Tech cleared his throat again. “We could… you know. So we don’t have to worry about bad luck.”

“We do have an important mission coming up,” you pointed out.

He nodded. “And what if the Marauder has more problems?”

“We really shouldn’t risk making things worse for the others,” you agreed. “It wouldn’t be fair.”

The next thing you knew, Tech’s lips were pressed against yours. The kiss was soft and simple, innocent even as it sent heat tingling through your fingers and toes. Tech was closer to you than he had ever been, a welcome warmth in the rapidly cooling night air. You sat twined together for longer than you could keep track of, a hail of meteors falling unnoticed through the dark sky above you.

When you finally broke apart, it was with a reluctant groan from both of you.

“We have to catch that transport, I suppose,” you commented.

Tech blinked at you. “By my calculations, we have several hundred more meteors to make up for.”

“Tech!” you admonished, pushing gently at his chest while you laughed. “What about getting back to the Marauder?”

“There will be another transport,” Tech told you, pulling you closer to him once more.

You loved meteor showers.

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A/N - yes, the “ooh, meteor shower” line was done in reference to our boy Hevy in Rookies, definitely one of my top ten Clone Wars episodes.

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ssa-thotchnerr · 4 years

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Missing You

Aaron Hotchner x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: ANGST!! blood, violence, swearing, hospitals

Word count: 2.4K words

A/N: My first full Hotch fic! I hope you guys like this, and I hope to write more one-shots if you guys request for them!

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You looked up at the ceiling as your heard footsteps coming from upstairs. You were being kept in the basement of the unsubs house, you weren't sure the last time you saw natural light was. You were shaking, fearful of what torture you would be put through at that moment. Your breathing picked up as the stairs down to the basement creaked, and the door swung open.

"Get up," He snarled, growing angry when you tried your hardest to stand up, but ultimately failed. "Dammit, I said get up!" He yelled, striding towards you and yanking you up to your feet and grabbing your hair roughly, pulling your head back to keep a proper grip on you.

"Plea-please let me go," You whimpered. Your jaw dropped as your dads team came in, Morgan and Rossi leading the group as Reid and Hotch stood in the back, your dad without a gun so he didn't make any rash decisions. The UnSub grinned as he pulled out his knife. In the usual run of things, you would have been overjoyed to see your dad again, but this was not the usual run of things.

"Daniel Robson, drop the knife and let her go," Rossi demanded, watching carefully as he taunted you with the knife, dragging it over your skin. "You don't want to do this." He said. The unsub shook his head and laughed, tilting his head. You choked on a sob as he yanked your hair harder. Hotch was panicking, but he couldn't show it, this is what he wanted and he would be damned if he would give it to him.

"Don't I?" He asked, raising his eyebrows as the knife came to rest at your stomach. You made eye contact with your dad, while he appeared calm, you could tell by the look in his eyes that he was anything but. The Unsub put his face in the crook of your neck, you knew better than to fight back. "I'm so sorry." He whispered. Before you could take in what that meant, he pushed the knife into your stomach. He pulled the knife out, and made another motion, centimetres away from the initial stab wound.

Your mouth fell open in a silent scream.

Derek fired a shot through his skull as Hotch ran towards you, unable to catch you as you fell to the floor. You didn't feel the pain of your head hitting the floor, you didn't really feel anything at all.

"D-dad?" You stuttered out, looking up at him as your eyes were able to focus on him. "Y-You came." A grin appeared on your face as he lifted your head into his lap. Derek had called an ambulance, while Rossi was holding Spencer back. The genius saw you as the little sister he didn't know he wanted. You were a smart kid, a good kid, you deserved everything but this. You were shivering, whether it be because of the cold or shock, no one knew, it was probably the latter. Hotch had his hand gently resting on the wounds on your stomach, coating his hands in blood.

Your blood.

"Of course I came," Hotch said, pushing your hair away from your face. "Derek, where's that damn ambulance?" He asked, turning his head away from you for a second to look at Derek. You coughed, causing the pain from your wounds to skyrocket, blood coming out from your mouth as you spluttered. You knew that was a sign of internal bleeding, and you felt your heart stop, it wasn't a good sign.

"Am-Am I gonna die?" You asked him, your voice shaking as you looked up at him, the life from your eyes that mirrored your fathers slowly draining. Hotch put up a brave facade, he had to, he couldn't bear to think about how he'd have to explain to Jack how his big sister would never be coming home. He didn't want to think about losing you, it was always supposed to be him, never you. "Cause-cause dad, I-I don't wanna die." You said, a break in your voice as tears leaked from your eyes. Rossi had taken the Boy Genius out of the room, outside to JJ and Emily to tell them what had happened. Derek had called the ambulance again, and tried his hardest to keep a level head when doing so. Hotch's heart broke at your fear filled question, you were barely 16, you shouldn't be in this situation.

You'd regretted the fight you had with your dad that night, the things you said to each other still hurt to think about. Neither of you were in the right, but neither in the wrong. As you'd stormed out of the house, your last thought was that you'd be kidnapped.

You didn't think you'd be dying in your dads arms.

"Don't say that, Y/N. You're not gonna die, we're getting you out of here and you'll go home and you'll see Jack," He said. Your breathing started to become more laboured, and the ensuing panic that took over you. "Calm down, Y/N, you're only going to make things worse for yourself," Hotch said, his hands shaking as he ran his fingers through your hair. Your eyes started to droop as you became more and more tired, your dad noticed. "Hey, look at me, keep your eyes open, don't you dare close your eyes on me Y/N Hotchner." He said through gritted teeth. Lazily, you looked up at your dad and smiled.

Your eyes closed.

Hotch sat staring in front of him, his blood coated self had gone into autopilot, occasionally looking around at his team. The ambulance had gotten there just as you fell unconscious, and it was in the ambulance when he was gripping your hand he'd let himself break down in tears. Everyone had come, Morgan, JJ, Reid, Rossi, Prentiss and Penelope came. They'd tried to get your father to talk to them, but Hotch was even more stoic than usual.

"Aaron Hotchner?" A doctor came out, his scrubs covered in blood. Hotch was fearing the worst, God, it was one of his worst fears. He stepped outside of the waiting room and prepared himself, that's what he told himself. He told himself he was ready for it, but how could you be ready for this? "Mr. Hotchner, your daughter will be fine. She suffered massive blood loss, she's had transfusions and they appear to be working perfectly, she's awake, but I'm gonna ask that only you go in right now, other family members will have to wait,” The doctor said, smiling as your dad nodded. “She’s a fighter, I’ll give that to her, Mr. Hotchner, it’s a miracle she survived.” He said, smiling at your dad and leading him up the hall to where your room was.

"Believe me, I know,” He said, a small smile on his face as he looked into the room through the window. “Thank you," Hotch said, looking back as he walked to the room where you were. You were laying on the hospital bed, a bored look on your face as you looked around, only for the bored look to disappear and a smile to appear at the sight of your dad. "Hey." He said, taking a seat beside you and holding your hand in his.

"Hi," You said, a pained look on your face as you twisted around the wrong way, causing sharp pains to shoot through your abdomen. "That hurt." You winced, looking up at your dad as he laughed.

"How are you feeling?" He asked you.

"As good as I can after being stabbed twice," You deadpanned to him. Hotch smiled sadly as you let out a sigh, playing with the ends of the hospital blanket. "I don't think I've ever been so scared." You said quietly, refusing to make eye contact with your dad.

"I know you were scared, I know I was," He said, eliciting a small laugh from you. "Jacks been asking about where you were for the past three weeks, I was running out of things to tell him."

"Speaking of Jack, where is he?" You asked.

"He's with Jessica, don't worry, he's fine," Hotch assured you. You nodded and sighed, resting your head on the pillow and only realising just how tired you actually were. "Tired?" He asked you. You nodded in response and looked at your dad through tired eyes, smiling lazily when he kissed the top of your head. "Alright, get some rest. You're gonna get an earful from Garcia when you wake up about how she's gonna follow you everywhere so nothing bad every happens to you again." He said, quoting Garcia's words from the brief phone call the pair had shared.

"Oh boy, I'm looking forward to it," You grumbled, your voice mumbled by the pillow your face was shoved into. Hotch chuckled and shook his head as he left the hospital room and back to the waiting room. Everyone looked up at him simultaneously.

"She's gonna be fine," Hotch told them, a chorus of signs coming from the members of the BAU.

"Can we see her?" Spencer asked, standing up from the uncomfortable hospital seat that he'd moulded himself into hours earlier.

"Not right now, they're only letting family in for now, that and she's asleep and I don't advise waking Y/N up on any good day," Hotch said, getting a laugh from the rest of the team. "Alright, I have to go, Jessica's dropping Jack off soon and I'm gonna have to tell him about Y/N." He said. Everyone nodded and wished you well as Hotch left, then the team following suit.

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"Can you tell me why I'm not allowed to go to school but to the BAU? You're not working a case, are you?" You asked your dad, looking over at your dad as he pulled into the parking lot of the building. Hotch shook his head as he looked over at you, you knew something was up when he wasn't dressed in his usual work attire, and he'd told you that you'd have a day away from your home school work, since you obviously wouldn't be going back to school for a while.

“I can’t tell you that, it’ll ruin the surprise,” Hotch said, getting out of the car and waiting for you to do the same. You walked over to him as you both started walking into the building. You stepped into the elevator and played some game on your phone until the doors opened with a ping. You cautiously stepped out, taking in the lack of noise from the bullpen. “What are you doing?” Your dad asked you, noticing you’d stopped dead in your tracks. First of all, it was a Saturday and the entire building was empty. Second of all, your dad was never so quiet when it came to things like this, yeah, the man could keep a secret, but he’d always tease you about it, just to piss you off.

So, what made this so special?

“I don’t trust this, I can’t hear Reid mouthing off facts no one asked for or Morgan replying to said useless facts,” You said, raising your eyebrows as you spoke. Hotch nodded his head, understanding where you were coming from.

“Come on, Y/N, let’s go,” Your dad said, standing behind you and pushing you forward, eliciting a groan from you. As he pushed you into the bullpen, you were greeted with a chorus of ‘Surprise!’ and Penelope firing party poppers at you.

“I...do not know what to say,” You said, turning back to look at your dad, whose face held a knowing smirk. “You did this?” You asked him.

“With help from the obvious,” Emily commented. Garcia ran forward and hugged you gently, mindful of the bandages visible through your sweatshirt.

“Oh my sweet, sweet, baby Hotchner, you’re never leaving my sight again,” She said, repeating to you what she’d already said back at the hospital. You smiled at her and giggled, nodding as you raised your hands to not oppose the idea she had. After talking to everyone else, you settled beside Spencer, who put his arm around you. When he’d first met you when you were 5 years old, he’d worried about the Reid effect, he was going to make his bosses daughter cry. But, he was shocked when you were completely calm around him, so comfortable that you were the first person you’d introduced yourself to.

“I’m gonna have to agree with what Garcia said earlier,” Spencer said, getting a groan from you as you looked up at him. “I, being serious! I mean, you’re really small and realistically, you happen to be a-“

“Spencer, shut up,” You said, jokingly punching his shoulder. “Just calm down, alright? I’m fine, you don’t need to worry about me. I already have my dad doing that constantly since I got home from the hospital.” You told him.

“Exactly, he’s your dad, Y/N, it’s pretty much his job to worry about you,” Spencer reminded you. “And worry he did, after your fight, he was snappier, more so than usual.” You smiled sadly.

“Yeah, it got pretty ugly,” You said, raising your eyebrows as you played with the ties of your grey sweatpants. “We’re alright, though. I think after this whole thing we’ve made a silent pact not to fight anymore.” Spencer smiled as he nodded.

“That’s good, you shouldn’t fight with your dad, I don’t know who’d be worse, you or him,” You shook your head and rested it against Spencer’s shoulder.

“Talk quieter, if he hears you it’ll turn into a competition,” You said, a grin on your face as you looked up at Spencer. Like him, you considered him the older brother you never knew you wanted. “That would get nasty really quickly.”

“I kinda wanna see it now,”

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marthastella · 3 years

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My au(Day & Night Au)

Every evening, a boy wearing a wreath of roses attracting butterflies with a lamp-shaped tail at the beginning of the road would lie down on the white chrysanthemum garden and watch the light orange sky of the afternoon. He looked at the sky with a relaxed face. “This is still the best place to de-stress,” he thought to himself. The glittering chalk dust emanating from him made the scene more beautiful and poetic. He sat up and plucked a white chrysanthemum that was about to bloom next to him. He picked up the flower and it bloomed - it was quite a fun game for him. He can watch the flower grow in just 5 minutes, this may be the reason why he is so knowledgeable about flowers, especially the white chrysanthemum. He smiled slightly at the flower and put it down and the flower automatically resumed where it had bloomed in the first place. He didn't expect that all of his actions were being watched by someone very carefully. He is the only son of the night god. At first, he did not care about the child of the god of the day, but when he was passing through the chrysanthemum garden in the afternoon, he saw his smiling face illuminated by the morning sun, making him fall in love. your. So every day in the afternoon, he always stood by the corner of some tree just to watch him. Gradually it became a habit. I had to leave early today because I was quite tired, I was a little sorry that I couldn't watch him for a long time. He was just about to return when he stepped on a tree branch and made a sound. “What a bad day today!” He think. Suddenly a voice called out: "What are you doing here?”

Dream turned behind to see George standing up looking at him with innocent eyes. Dream replied, "I walked past here." Geoge giggled looking at Dream and said: "Do you want to make friend?" Dream was surprised after George's words, he never thought anyone would want to be friends with someone like him. His only friend is Sapnap, his servant, but this time it's the child of the day god, which surprises him. “Am I worthy to be friends with a god like you? I am your enemy- god of the future day” Dream replied. “So what? Does anyone forbid it?" George replied. "Then let's do it!" Dream froze for a few seconds, then held George's hand "okay"

Since then, the two have seen each other every day. The two kept telling each other stories about their lives and scenes from time to time. They just realized that their worlds are very similar. Every time Dream talked about the night when the moon shone down on the white chrysanthemum garden, it looked so beautiful and melodious, this made George have a wish to be able to see the moon at night but he knew it was an impossible thing to do. Because the god of the day can only walk freely everywhere in the morning, but if the god of the day goes at night, he will die, and the god of the night will do the same.

Gradually, the two people developed feelings for each other but did not tell the other because they were afraid that after they knew, they would alienate and discriminate against them. So the two of them could only hold each other in their hearts.

On a beautiful afternoon, George went to the chrysanthemum garden as usual, but today Dream did not come. George comforted himself, "He's probably just busy, that's okay."

It's been 5 days since Dream didn't come, making George very worried. He was afraid what would happen to Dream but still tried to comfort himself that Dream was fine.

On the sixth day, George still came to the white chrysanthemum garden. He prayed that this time Dream would come. Just as he wanted, Dream came but his face didn't look good. "What's wrong, Dream?" George asked. Dream was silent for a long time and then replied “I have… a fiancee…” Dream replied

The words struck like lightning across George's ears. The person you love now has a fiancee, how do you get over this shock!? “Two days to our wedding day, will you come?” Dream asked in a mood no better than George.

George didn't answer but just ran away, tears rolling down his cheeks. You cry because the person you love will marry someone else, cry because you will have to watch two people get married. He tried not to cry but couldn't. His heart ached like it was about to burst.

2 days later, Dream and fiancee's wedding ceremony begins Everyone happily congratulated the two of them. Only George was upset. Dream is not much different from George, he tried to protest but couldn't. He was sad because the person he married was not George, he was sad because he could not express his feelings for him. The wedding begins The bride walks to Dream

While the pastor was reading vows in the church, then everybody clammed up. To track pastor asked, "one protest this marriage does not?" Then a voice said: "yes!" Everyone was surprised to hear those words, they turned and looked back to see who was opposed. It was George, he quickly ran to the spot and pulled out Dream before the surprise of everyone. He pulled the Dream come to the garden chrysanthemums which two people often meet each other here. George let go Dream on. Dream questions: "Why do you oppose in your wedding? He was not afraid of being my soldiers chased what? "

The silence lasted… “George! What do you say!? Answer my question, George!" "Because I love you! OK!?" The statement surprised Dream, he couldn't believe this was real. “I can't see you marrying someone else in front of your eyes, you don't like her either? Are you planning to stay with someone you don't like for the rest of your life!?” George shouted. Silent Dream

"So do you agree to be my boyfriend?" George held out his hand in front of Dream. Dream is still silent “I see…” George pulled his hand away and ran away, but Dream jumped to hug him from behind, surprising George. "I agree!" Dream replied. Then the two exchanged a kiss.

They sat next to the chrysanthemum garden and talked about their feelings, about their fear if they didn't agree, but now it's so happy that both of them can't believe this is true. But then the happy time did not last long, the soldiers of Dream caught up to bring Dream back to hold the wedding. The two of them ran away together. But while running, George was hit in the leg by a soldier throwing a knife, making walking very difficult. It started to get dark, Dream saw that and tried to pull George to run quickly to avoid the night. But because of the serious injury, George could not run anymore. When he was able to cut off the soldiers, Dream said to George:

“You run away! It's getting dark! Run away so I can stop the soldiers!” “N-no-no n-time, I…will not…make it…so why run now? I…know that I'm…not going to make it, so I'll stay here with you…” George managed to say. It seems that he already knew his end, so he didn't run anymore. "Are not!" Dream said: "It's still time! Hurry up!” George tried to smile and then said: "I know I won't make it, so I'll be here with you, I want to be with you for the rest of my life."

Dream quietly watched George's face turn pale. He already knew what was going to happen in a few minutes, but he still tried to reassure him that George would be fine. “Dream, I still just wanted to say I love you, do you love me?” George said as he raised his hand to stroke Dream's cheek. Dream hugged George tightly and said: “I love you too!” After that sentence, George stopped breathing. Dream looked at him in horror as he was lying on top of her. He cry….

It has been 3 years since George died, Dream has become insensitive to everyone, now he is a night god but still takes time to go to the white chrysanthemum garden - where he met him. Every day, he would go out and put a chrysanthemum flower down and cry. Today, too, he still brought a chrysanthemum flower and put it down. "This is where I met you, where you said goodbye to the world" Dream said chokingly and tears rolled down her cheeks. He cried because he missed him so much. A voice called out: "Long time no see, why are you so wet, Dream?" Dream heard a familiar voice and turned to look behind. It's George…it's really George… "Am I dreaming again, George?" Dream asked as he stood up, shaking hands and walking towards George. "It's not a dream, you idiot!" George said Dream jumps in and hugs George “You really are back!” Dream said, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Right!" George replied, holding a crying Dream.

this is my first time writing fanfic so it's very bad and logical, hope everyone understands (bad english)

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jinxthequeergirl · 4 years

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Mind games

Moriarty x Watson! reader(and Sherlock x Watson! reader)

Summary/request:Hi! I saw that you're in the mood for some angst. Would you mind maybe writing one for Sherlock? Like the reader is almost always with Sherlock and catches the attention of Moriarty. So one day, while Sherlock is away, he kidnaps them and starts "playing" with the reader. "Playing" as in like mentally manipulating the reader and portrays Sherlock as the bad guy. And by the time Sherlock figures it out that Moriarty has the reader, it's too late. The reader falls for Moriarty and leaves Sherlock

Warning: mmmh I dunno like mental stuff?

I've had this in my drafts for so long, but i'm pretty proud of this.

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Being John Watson's closest family member meant you where involved in a large part of his life.

Meaning you knew Sherlock all to well. And if you where being honest You knew for a fact Sherlock liked you better than John you could keep up with his thought process and tolerate him more than John seemed to be able to.

Both boys loved you with all there heart's even though one didn't show it as much as your brother did. But Sherlock showed it in different and little ways.

"You are not coming along this time (y/n)!"

"You aren't the boss of me sherlock!" you continued to pull your coat on but he came up behind you and pulled it off of you again and hung it up.

"Mrs.Hudson is down stairs and could use some company while we are away. Stay out of trouble!"

You followed him and John out of the flat to the stair case. "John!?"

"Sorry (y/n) I'm with Sherlock on this one." He smiled up at you and shut the front door behind him. You let out a furious groan and leaned against the railing.

It was Things like that,that showed he cared You smiled realizing that.

You made your way down the stairs hoping to find Mrs.Hudson. "oh hello dear! Sherlock go off again without you?"

"Yea more like refused to let me go instead of abandoning me this time."

"Ah! Well would you like to help me bake?"

"Love to!"

"Excellent!" Mrs.Hudson turned to face you and handed you a small piece of paper. "Here is a list of things I need you to pick up from the store." You snorted and left the kitchen with the paper. "I'll be back soon Mrs.Hudson!" you yelled before stepping out into the street.

You sighed staring at the shelf full of flower seeming to be unable to decide what brand to buy. But that's not really what you where thinking.

"Here you seem to be having a hard time." a man came up beside you pulling a bag down from the shelf and handed it to you."

"Oh uh Thank You..." you placed it in your basket with the other ingredients. And turned to look at him.

"Not a problem..baking Are we?"

"Hmm yes I suppose that's what I'm stuck doing today.speaking of I've spent far to long staring off into space I should be heading back." he smiled and stepped aside. "Of course."

You smiled in return and walked down the isle. "But of course if your expecting Sherlock to be home he's not." you stopped in your tracks.

"I-I'm sorry...What?" his smile turned more sly now. "He's all the way across town looking for a man who isn't there. But instead here chatting with his favioret girl."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Moriarty then yea?"

"Hi!" you sighed folding your arms across your chest. "Alright then what is it you want?"

He shrugged and tucked his hands in his pocket. "Just to talk to you is all." you nodded as he walked past you.

"Coming?"

You huffed and placed your basket down. "I suppose I have no choice so why not!" you almost shouted as you turned to follow him.

"It's been five days sherlock!" John yelled angrily Sherlock sat in his seat on edge. "Yes I know John no need to remind me..."

"What could of happened to her!? She could be in danger or worse and we are just sitting here-"

"C'mon John I'm sure you did your best." you smiled at your brother from the door way. "(y/n)!" Sherlocks head poped up at the mention of your name. And he was across the room hugging you tightly before John could even move a muscle.

You on the other hand didn't make a move to hug back and stood awkwardly in his hold. "Hello Sherlock..."

"Where have you been!?" he grabbed her shoulders looking at her worriedly. She wiggled free from his grasp and walked over to John. "I ran into your friend at The store..."

"Friend? What friend?"

"Jim. Jim Moriarty?"

"What!? you met jim what happened?" John asked worriedly. You smiled at him and sat down. "Nothing! I'm fine I promise! we just talked over dinner . And don't worry I didn't tell him anything about you he just wanted to talk to me."

"Wait over dinner?"

"Like a date?"

"For five days!?" you groaned and slouched into the chair as they fired questions at you.

"All right!" They both stopped and looked at you. You pinched the bridge of your nosie. "Look I'm fine! He didn't hurt me! It wasn't a date! and I decided to stay for as long as I did! alright!?"

They both looked down Sherlock looked more shocked than anything.

You sighed getting up and going to your room.

Missing you already

-JM

You looked down at your phone with a smile and shut the door.

Can't say I feel the same

-(y/n)

-JM

Good night Jim ;)

-(y/n)

You held your phone to the bottom of your chin and thought for a moment.

Before you could even think about saying anything else your phone wen't off.

Meet you outside in ten?

-JM

Oh God yes!

-(Y/n)

For months it went on like that you would sneak around with Jim never leaving a clue to either of the boys you called your brother and friend.

Jim would treat you to whatever you wanted when you where with him. And in return you gave him seemingly nothing.

But he was in fact getting something in return.

You all to himself.

"I Bet Sherlock never spent this much time with you..." you looked down at your dinner thinking about that.

"He always had work..."

"Always?"

Slowly.

"I think we both know he just didn't want to make time for you."

But surely.

"Maybe because he never really wanted you around..."

He was squeezing Sherlock out.

#sherlock x reader #jim moriarty imagine #jim moriarty x reader

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getitinbusan · 4 years

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Jaebeom -

Only Love

Part 6 - Nervous

Y/N doesn’t want a relationship, especially not with an idol. Jaebeom only wants her.

Love after heartbreak and all the things that fall in between.

Angst, Cheating, Fluff, Smut

A new series inspired by lyrics, each chapter has a specific song that goes with it.

The Scene

The Masterlist

Nervous - K Flay

I'm writing this from your bed while you're in the other room

I like what you do to me, and I wanna tell you soon.

The ride was quiet, you tucked your head under Jaebeom's arm, the vehicle's movements making you sleepy. He held your hand like a nervous high school boy, afraid what he really wanted to happen was about to happen.

The car pulled up to the front of his place and he smiled nudging you awake. "We're here."

Drunk and groggy you looked around, "where's here?"

He put his arm around your waist to keep you from falling over, "You're at my place, in Hannam. Remember? You asked me to bring you home?"

You looked him up and down giggling, "Yeah I did."

Trying to balance you and getting his key in the lock he finally got the door open. At least 5 cats came running to greet him, "Oh my God JB, you're a crazy cat lady!"

"This is why I can't have friends over," he picked up the smallest fluffy one and kissed it's head.

The pretty little Siamese brushed against your leg until you picked her up. He looked shocked, "She doesn't like anyone."

"You purred into her fur, "Well I'm not just anyone, am I?"

"Clearly."

He walked over and took the cat from your arms, "Let's take care of you. What can we do to minimize the hangover you're going to have in the morning?"

He held your face in his hands. "What do you need?"

You were feeling a little dizzy, whether it was from the alcohol or his proximity you couldn't be sure.

"Maybe some fresh air, water...your arms to keep me from falling over." You propositioned.

He slid the balcony door open and led you outside. "You're going to have to hold onto the rail till my arms get back."

The air was cool and you closed your eyes inhaling deeply, everything felt right.

Perched atop the Seoul Skyline the stars shone brightly in the astronomical twilight. In the grand scheme of all the overblown things that had taken place in the last few months, you were still just a small player in a larger roll occurring around you.

A helicopter broke through the silence of the night "Uh-oh, looks like Dispatch tracked you down already."

You shot him a look, "what, too soon?"

He passed you a glass and an aspirin, "Drink."

He stood close beside you, leaning on the rail staring out at the city. You walked your hand over closing the distance until it touched his.

"I want to apologize."

He cut you off, "you really don't have to, you didn't do anything wrong."

He brought his hand the rest of the way to lay over top of yours.

"I'm pretty sure you once told me to never apologize for showing your feelings because if you do you're apologizing for the truth."

Amazed you turned to him, "You remember me saying that?"

He nodded as you moved towards his lips.

He pulled back, "Y/N, you're drunk, I've already ruined our first kiss I'm not going to let you forget the second."

"You're a good guy JB"

He wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your head.

"Unfortunately I am...so I'm going to have to send you to bed."

You looked up at him with big eyes and a pout, "You don't want to sleep with me?"

"Jesus Christ, you think I don't want you? You're really making me question my morals right now."

He ran his hand up your arm and sighed while spinning you back towards the door.

Flipping the switch his bedroom lit up before you.

"It's so cozy Jaebeom-ah. Cats, Plants, nice sheets...how are you still single?"

He handed you a t-shirt from his drawer, "I was kind of hoping I'm not anymore…you can sleep in this."

You grabbed it looking upset, "I'm going to feel bad if you sleep on the couch."

He undid the zipper that ran up the back of your dress. "You're going to feel bad in the morning anyway plus you're not even going to remember this conversation."

You broke out the pout again, "What if I get scared or lonely?"

He bent down and picked up the cat that had followed you since you arrived.

"Nora is the best company and she wouldn't dare let anything happen to you." He kissed your forehead and pointed, "Bed, now."

He was still laughing at you as he turned off the light and closed the door.

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You woke up in the huge bed, alone save for the tiny cat curled up into your side. The smell of coffee wafted under the door calling you to get up but your head swam in scenarios.

You remembered him being a complete gentleman, you remembered falling asleep against the pillow that smelt like him, you remembered...he was just on the other side of the door.

You liked it here, you didn't want to leave. You wanted him to know you weren't a waste of time, you'd already lost so much of it by pushing him away.

Grabbing your phone you composed your words into a poem you needed him to hear.

I was fine on my own, every night I slept alone

The distance kept me safe

It's easier to fake the feel than dance around with something real

Promises might break

Then you came along and said that I was different

You were missing something and it felt like we should see

Normally, I'd fall away, your face is a distraction

But I like the way that you're distracting me

I went home before my friends so I could hear your voice again

But it feels strange to care

I hesitate to say out loud that when I'm drunk and in a crowd

I pretend you're there.

We watch the helicopters from the top of your apartment

And all I could think is I don't want to leave

Normally, I'd fall away, your face is a distraction

But I like the way that you're distracting me

I'm writing this from your bed while you're in the other room

I like what you do to me, and I wanna tell you soon.

Maybe you'll shy away, maybe you'll fall apart

It's hard being honest, but I'm being honest

Get in the play, running your fingers through my hair

Don't wanna behave, how do you act when no one's there?

Feeling inside, feeling a way, it's different and it's working

Oh, you make me nervous, oh, you make me nervous

You read it over and flopped back on his pillow...send…you heard his notification go off ….you waited.

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There was a soft knock before he turned the handle.

He looked beautiful standing in the doorway. His pajama pants hung low on his waist, it was the first time you'd caught a glimpse of his body and your breath hitched at the sight.

Wrapped in nothing but his sheet you pulled the covers back in invitation.

He walked over to where you sat, "Is this what you really want?"

You bit your lip and nodded.

He pulled his pants off letting them fall to the ground and he crawled in beside you.

His hands drew through your hair and his lips found their way to yours...properly, undisturbed, no flashbulbs to commemorate the event. It was soft and languid, his tongue taking its time to explore your mouth.

He pulled away to stare at you, "Tell me I can finally have you."

"All of me Jaebeom...I'm yours."

He caressed your face, thumb sliding between your lips, over your chin and down your neck as he kissed into the crevice of your collar bone.

It had been so long, yet it had never felt like this. You could feel his desire with every touch, his lips, his fingertips and his hard cock pressed up against your hip.

"I want you so bad J," your hands tugged through his hair as you wrapped your leg around his body to guide him in closer.

"Shit..Shit...do you have a condom? I just never thought this would happen..fuck"

You both collapsed back onto the bed breathing heavy.

"Ugh, no," you sighed frustrated.

He put both hands over his face, disappointed that even this moment couldn't go smoothly.

You rolled into his side, "I never stopped taking the pill...and after what happened, I did get tested...I mean, if you're not okay with it..it's okay...we can wait."

He placed his hand on your cheek and kissed you softly, "I haven't been with anyone in years, it's mandatory we get tested during our physicals…"

"Fuck thank God!" You rolled on top of him and ground yourself over him.

Laying kisses down his chest you let your fingers skim lightly over his abs. His skin tingled with goosebumps under your touch and you felt him twitch at your center.

"Are you ready?"

He nodded biting his lip, "Please."

He held your hips as you lined yourself up over him. Not breaking eye contact you slowly lowered yourself, taking him into you.

You felt like you could cry, it had been so long since you'd let yourself feel the intimacy of giving yourself to someone.

You both moaned in unison as he hit your cervix. "You feel so good," he sighed.

You didn't move, you wanted to feel him in you, feel him filling you, this wasn't just sex. You were both here, in the same place at the same time feeling the same thing.

There was no past, only two people fusing themselves to one another's future.

You began rocking your hips. Looking down his face was focused, beautiful, lost. His lips were parted and soft breaths escaped from between them every time you met back together.

He held you pressed against him as he sat upright. Brushing away your sweaty hair he kissed your neck, your shoulders and down to your breasts. He touched them reverently, his fingertips brushing lightly over your nipples making you clench around him.

His face scrunched up, "oh my god baby, you can't do that.. it feels too good."

Pushing his hair back you placed kisses all over his face, "We can do this all day, as many times as we want, I'm not going anywhere."

He secured his arm around you and flipped you onto your back.

Hands on both sides of your face he rolled his hips into you. He hit different, deeper, the repetitive sliding building up the orgasm inside you.

It wasn’t rushed but it was excited, your hands, mouths and bodies had no motive other than providing each other pleasure.

Wrapping both legs around him you held him tightly against your core. "I'm so close Jaebeom, so close..."

Your head was thrown back and your hands gripped the pillows beside you. You felt him cumming, spilling out of you as he continued. He didn't give up until your nails were dug deep into his skin and he could feel you pulsing around him.

He collapsed on top of you trying to catch his breath, "Are you okay? Was it okay?"

You couldn't help but smile at his sincerity, "It was perfect."

Your voice trailed off and immediately noticing, he sat up to look at you.

"I'm scared Jaebeom, I don't want this to start wrong, I don't want to keep us a secret."

"Then let's not." He grabbed his phone and held it up to take a picture.

"Are you fucking nuts?" You asked while hiding in the sheets beside him.

He tapped the keys, "What are you writing?"

He wouldn't answer you, "Jaebeom-ah, give me the phone...stop!"

Smiling he hit SHARE and handed it to you.

What you need to know:

1: I am in love with a girl and I think that she's in love with me.

2: I am incredibly happy.

What you don't need to know:

1: Anything else about us.

2: Especially not why I'm in bed at 2:30 in the afternoon

3: Or that Y/Ns hiding under the covers beside me.

#Jaebeom #lim jaebum #lim jaebeom #jaebum #jay b #got 7

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stealinghero · 5 years

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Ahh I'm shy to ask T . T Maybe you could write a story where Goemon's s/o went on a heist and was pronounced dead by authorities but after like three or four months come back and is like- 'Babe I had to fake my death for a bit. I'm sorry.' I'm curious to know how you think this samurai man would react. Mayyyyybe a little NSFW at this end? ~ , ~ Hhhh androgynous s/o??? Still loving you're writing- congrats on 200 posts! Really excited to see what's to come.

Don’t be shy!! I don’t bite (unless you want it) and LOVE getting asks. No matter what it is! ^___^

It’s weird writing Goemon. On one side he’s pretty easy because he’s chilled and on the other side he’s very intricate with his words and actions. I even put in the hint of a bit nsfw, because he IS a little dirty shit if he really wants to.

I hope you enjoy:

1. denial

2. anger

3. bargaining

4. depression

5. acceptance

Those are the 5 steps of grief. He had gone through all of them. Some were more intense than the others, some longer than others. It would be a lie to say it didn’t hurt anymore. To say it didn’t shred his heart into small pieces whenever his thoughts betrayed him and he felt himself breaking down.

Everything was a potential trigger. A scent, a gesture, even a word. Food didn’t taste the same, his laugh was hollow – just as he was.

Something was lost that day, a spark remained in hope. Then the announcement. And the spark went out.

He had tried to end it. This life didn’t make sense anymore. Why should he want to live in a world without them? But still, he had waited. For a sign, a whisper of the grass, anything. Nothing came. No angel flew down from Heaven to tell him everything would be alright. No Buddha appeared and taught him a lesson about reincarnation and the suffering you had to endure beforehand.

Just Lupin and Jigen. Their preaching was different and had helped him more than any God could do. They sat next to him, they drank with him, they listened to him.

Not even once they were gone too far from him. He would miss them, sure. He would feel even more alone than he was now. But how can a broken man break even more? One time they would leave him forever. And there was nothing he could do.

Once he had sworn to protect his love. And he had failed.

Once he had sworn to forever love them. He still did and it killed him slowly.

Once he had sworn to build a happy family with them. But no one was here now to call family.

And once he had sworn to never lose hope. And he had lost it.

It was a normal day. He took a shower and had some small breakfast Lupin had prepared. He didn’t complain about the western style of it. Nothing tasted good anyway. Why eat rice when it tastes the same as a pancake and shit?!

He took a breath and sipped on his tea as the doorbell rang.

The both men looked at each other. Jigen was out but had a key. Why should he ring? Fujiko would just call Lupin from the outside to let her in. Who would ring?

Slowly, ignoring the adrenaline in his blood, Goemon got up and went to the door. Lupin was right behind him, his gun in his hands.

“Hi.”

This time he took a deep breath and he could Lupin behind him do the same.

The face, the body, everything was right. And if his comrade could see the person, it had to be real.

“Can I come in?”

“Do the dead make home visits now?” Lupin tried to joke.

“I had to vanish for a time. Zeni’s bloodhound was on my trail and almost got me,” you told the two men before you.

Lupin scoffed and put his Walther away.

“This boy still has to learn the rules. Come in.”

You went past Goemon, who still stood unmoving.

“Where were you? Come on, at least a letter or something would’ve been nice.”

“I know. But Yata’s a real bitch. He’s better than the old man himself sometimes. If he wasn’t chasing the wrong person right now,” you had to laugh and followed the thief into the living room.

“We were worried…” Silence followed as Lupin watched you with a stony face, nodding in the direction of the still frozen Goemon.

“I was just gone for a few months. You do that stunt every few years.”

He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“I am not declared dead.”

You went pale.

“What?”

“The police declared you dead. You died in a chase in Rome when you were pinned between two trains.”

Slowly you remembered that stunt. Yata had chased you down and almost arrested you. On the other side of the tracks Zenigata was already waiting… Yes, you had gone a bit too far to kill a civilian in order to fake your own death. But you had succeeded and fled.

“I survived?”

“We thought you were dead!” he shouted at you, which hurt more than any beating.

“I had to do this!” you shouted back.

“And you never once thought about us, right?! Hey, your plan was great but the execution was sloppy. Try to talk to Jigen…. And him.”

Your gaze followed his outstretched finger and landed on Goemon, who still stood in the hallway in front of the open door.

Your heart skipped a beat and not in the good way. Why did he look so pale? And he had lost a few pounds. His cheekbones were more prominent than ever making him look haunted and almost like death itself.

You took small steps to reach him, not wanting to startle him.

“Hey.” It was all you could say now.

He turned around to you and let his eyes wander as if to make sure you were really standing in front of him.

“It’s me,” you reassured him.

He shook his head.

“You’re dead.” His voice was hoarse as if he hadn’t spoken for some time. Knowing him, you knew it was a possibility.

“I’m not. I faked my death.”

He moved his hand as if to touch your cheek and you felt how much you longed for his touch. But something in you also was too afraid. He seemed to be so… frail?

With a sigh he let his hand sink before he could touch you and took a step forward. Instinctively you hugged him and were shocked when he let his forehead rest on your shoulder. He didn’t cry, he didn’t say a word, he just stood there in your arms and took careful breaths.

You felt like you needed to say something, but the words wouldn’t come. No matter what you would say, it would be stupid. Slowly it dawned on you how the three must have spent their last four months without you. As Lupin had said, they had thought you were dead. Goemon had thought you were dead. Gone forever. And now you stood here before him without any warning and with an empty brain, too useless to even say you were sorry.

“I am glad you are back.”

His voice so close to your body shook you from your realizations. You hugged him more tightly, pulling him even closer.

“There is no reason to live without you.”

Tears began to run down your cheeks as you listened to him.

“It was impossible to meditate without your breath to listen to.”

You swallowed any response and allowed yourself to just be in the present.

“Even the food wasn’t the same.”

Here you had to stifle a laugh. When he lifted his head to look at you, he was met with your lips pressing on his.

“I missed you, too.”

The first night with him was like the first night ever. He took hours just to undress you and watch your every move. First he just watched you, then he slowly dragged his fingers over every inch of your body. At the end he explored your skin with his lips and tongue, as if he wanted to use every sense to get a grasp at you.

You felt your and his arousal at this exploration, but you stilled your body and let him do it in his own pace. He needed to know you were back. He needed to know you were his again.

He sat on his heels and looked at your body as one.

“You truly are back.”

You nodded, feeling a bit uncomfortable naked under his intense gaze.

“And you are still mine.”

Again you nodded, happy to see him crack a small smile.

“Prove it.”

You grinned at his invitation and got on all fours. Slowly you crawled over the bed to him and kissed him gently. His fingers ran through your hair and grabbed a handful, yanking you back harshly.

“You know what happens to bad people who fake their own deaths. ”

You didn’t know. But the lustful sparkle in his eyes and his teeth on your throat made you imagine a few things. The night was far from over…

#lupin iii #goemon ishikawa xiii

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nautilusopus · 5 years

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I wrote a whole fucking review for Pokemon Shield but google ate it so I'm putting it up here and making it longer.

Pokemon SwSh is bright and shiny, but has many small systemic problems that ultimately pile up into a larger Not Fun whole. I know the easy criticism is to bring up Dexit, which I'm not happy about for a variety of reasons, but I still think they could've made a fun game in spite of that. Instead I'm going to bring up other problems the game has in the hope of having some of the game's other issues actually recognised before fans and critics alike fall into the same trap that I did. Dexit is honestly just the tip of the iceberg.

First, the good:

Trainer customisation has improved, and I'm always a sucker for the little things. Clothes are affordable once more AND come in a variety of designs, something I felt was a problem with Gen 7, and the player character model actually has facial expressions. This makes the world just a bit more fun to interact with when you're no longer a blankly-staring robot child. I often find myself spinning/doing the Leon pose just for fun because it’s nice to watch your character do something quirky and expressive like that, in the same way people are endeared to Wind Waker or BOTW Link more than Twilight Princess or Majora’s Mask Link despite both of them ostensibly being blank slates.

The curry minigame is fun even if I don’t quite understand how fanning works yet (and also another opportunity to see said facial expressions). Just a tad heartbroken I can’t import my team from previous games to play with them in camp.

Marnie's a neat concept for a rival, and one that I've personally wanted to see in the Pokemon series for a while. I'll avoid speaking about it too much for spoiler reasons, but I think most people will wind up liking her as well.

The game looks nice. Not like, astounding or anything, but the cities and towns have a lot of atmosphere baked into their design.

Lotta bangers in the soundtrack, and the presentation of gym battles as a World Cup-esque deal, complete with hyped up audience, brings a fresh, exciting take to the Pokemon League. I like the way the music changes as the battle progresses, and enjoy the little in-universe details, like the champion walking around with all his sponsors on his uniform.

WOOLOO

MY BOY TOBY FOX OUT HERE DOING GOD’S WORK, THIS SHIT SLAPS BEST TRACK 10000/10

Now for the bad:

The game feels very small and unfinished. It constantly implies cool things are happening in the background, but you never get to participate yourself, or even see them. The closest you get is your rival showing up with a news article explaining that a fun thing happened and was resolved in the time it took you to walk 100 feet. It makes the main questline feel flat and tedious, and something tells me maybe we were supposed to get to participate in literally anything, but there just wasn't time and they had to get the game out for the holiday season.

This pairs very badly with the second thing, which is that there really isn't very much to do in Pokemon SwSh. Most of what you wind up doing is backtracking. The Wilds are a neat idea in theory, but in execution they're kind of the worst part of the game. They're also, unfortunately, the biggest. It feels like there's really only two areas in the entire game -- the empty cities/towns with nothing really in them, and the giant, open-world-esque Wilds.

The Wilds themselves are nothing to write home about. Pokemon catching is gated off by level, but all areas of the wilds are available simultaneously. This means if you care about filling out the dex, you'll find yourself constantly walking back and forth between town and the same areas of the Wilds you've already been to, checking things off a list. There's less a sense of exploration, and more just a sense of wandering in circles occasionally checking the weather. And if you DON'T care about the dex, then there's literally no reason for you to constantly return to this gigantic, lovingly-modeled wasteland ever again, making the game feel even smaller as you hop from empty town to empty town, and there’s even less for you to do as a result.

The game is piss-easy, even for a Pokemon title. EXP share is always on because this game shares the same engine as Pokemon Let's Go, meaning you will be disgustingly overlevelled if you make the mistake of exploring the Wilds in between gyms the way I did, and remain that way for the entire game. I found myself throwing the fight against Opal a little bit just to hear all her dialogue. Otherwise you just oneshot everyone and everything, and all the fights start to feel samey very quickly.

Also, barren postgame. Like 30 minutes tops.

Maybe I’m a fool for expecting writing from a Pokemon game, but after Lillie from Sumo/USUM I went and got my hopes up, and Hop absolutely does not deliver. I don’t hate him like some do (Hugh is still absolutely the most annoying rival and no one will ever unseat him), but he just feels like many many missed opportunities. He feels extra redundant given Marnie’s presence on top of that.

Bad Pokemon designs. This one’s a personal gripe so it’s at the bottom of the list, but I feel like it’s still worth mentioning that I abandoned the shit out of my starter and am left with nothing to replace it with. Greedent is now my new least favourite Pokemon ever. Fuckin FNAF-ass lookin motherfucker.

As sort of a smoking gun exemplifying my point, I have 53 Revives just from wandering around in the Wilds forever. And I have 3 Hyper Potions in my entire bag and no other healing items, because the game has given me no reason to go back into town and buy anything because there’s nothing in the towns, and it’s never required me to heal because there’s really no significant battles to have either, in the story, or ones you would seek out for your own reasons.

On a personal note, I’m 7 badges into this mess and I still haven’t finalised my team because I can’t even find 6 designs I like that also result in at least a somewhat decent type coverage (or at least flashy variety of colour). To those of you that know me and my True 100% Run, that’s fucking unheard of for me.

Overall, disappointed. It's not terrible, but given how robust every other mainline title was, this is a big downgrade. Not worth $60. I've played more fleshed-out romhacks. This game reminds me more of Coliseum/XD than Gen 8's big debut. Mostly I just feel bad for the friend that bought me it.

This would just be kind of a bummer on its own, but coupled with the fact that 1. half the damn Pokemon aren’t in it and Game Freak has openly stated they plan to keep doing this and 2. in spite of that the game still felt unfinished, making you wonder what the hell they spent all their time making (Gigantamax maybe? Why? You can’t even do it in-game for the most part. At least Mega Evolution was readily available. Not to mention it won’t even be available next game. Stop making up gimmicks just to discard them), it makes me seriously concerned for the future of the franchise.

#pokemon #pokemon swsh

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im-a-goner--foryou · 6 years

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You cannot reblog that beautiful Mafia boss!Tony and not write a drabble about it. But I'm going to be a good girl and ask Mafia Boss!Tony and Kidnapped!Peter, pretty please?

((oddly enough I haven’t received an ask about mafia boss Tony before?? Oh god, it’s one of my favourite aus, especially with the opportunity for huge power imbalance.))Tony Stark is the most powerful mafia bosses in New York, he’s rightly feared by most everyone, known for being ruthless and endlessly cruel. The authorities haven’t been able to capture him for years though, so he still runs loose, hiding in the shadows; and truthfully nobody’s brave enough to stop him and his gang anyways. So maybe Peter’s parents are involved in some shady shit, they got on the bad side of some underground higher-ups and somehow managed to infuriate the Mafia Boss– and Tony can’t have people not obeying his orders, so he retaliates by personally kidnapping the couple’s fifteen year old son, Peter, right from their home. It’s not until they bring him back to base and wrench the canvas bag from around his head does Tony finally get a good look at the boy, and when he does… he feels robbed of breath.

Because Peter is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his nearly fifty years of life, so gorgeous. Everything about him- those big doe eyes, pale creamy skin, red cupid-bow lips- all contribute to the overwhelming innocent vibe he gives off, pure and untainted and so unlike everything Tony touches. And the man yearns so bad to change that.

“P-please, don’t hurt me, please Mister,” Peter stutters, and he looks impossibly prettier when he’s begging, lilted voice quivery with impending sobs, soft eyes glassy with tears. Tony is struck with the sickening urge to make the boy cry– and it doesn’t take long for him to do so, just a few gruff orders at his men to tie Peter up to a chair, bind him down. Oh the kid is so submissive, not even struggling against the rough ropes biting into his skin as he allows himself to be shoved and yanked, shoulders slumped to make himself seem smaller; wet lashes fluttering against high cheekbones.

Tony watches him for a while, drinking in the pretty picture he makes, until he finally speaks. “I don’t want to hurt you, Peter.”

“Y-you don’t?” And the boy looks so hopeful in that second, voice gasping high, Tony can’t control himself any longer; leaning forward in his chair to grasp Peter’s trembling chin with his fingers, hooded eyes hungrily devouring his prey. He shakes his head slow in answer.

“No, you’re too… pretty, to hurt,” he hums, not missing the way those honey sweet eyes glaze over at his low, quiet words. “You’re a sweet little thing, aren’t you? Do you know who I am?”

A soft pink tongue darts out to lick at his lips nervously, and Tony’s eyes track the movement. “Yes, Mr. Stark.” Tony represses a shudder; his name sounds so beautiful and wrong, in that childlike voice- and he craves it more than anything else.

“Good boy. I’m going to treat you so well, baby,” he mutters, a clawed hand winding up to the tussled, silky curls atop Peter’s head. Fingers twisting into a vice-like grip, he talks at the boy’s hair, tearing a soft cry out of his throat. “We’re going to have so much fun, you and I.”

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thetrashthatsmilesback · 7 years

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Was I blind and deaf and dumb I didn’t know how bad it had become Or how to save you (because I'm basic and part of me hurt me emotionally)

This is a character study of the relationship between Larry and Connor. Its towards the beginning of Connor's junior year, and is a lead up to what is implied to be his first attempt. This is really dark, so please be safe.

Warnings: f slur suicidal ideation psycho used as a slur sociopath used as a slur referenced abuse drug addiction referenced self harm referenced suicide attempt

This is cross posted to AO3 here x.

This is canon compliant, but since its pre-canon it could be considered a prequel to Connor lives AUs

I also took the idea of Connor's middle name being Lawrence from @Ch-ch-ch-ch-cherrybomb as they are my biggest writing inspiration.

Larry Murphy had never been able to bond with his son. Connor was complicated, and a total mama’s boy through and through. Their interests didn’t coincide, their social lives were complete opposites, and while Larry’s masculinity was hard to doubt, Connor had always been a bit… prissy. Of course Larry cared for and loved his son, he just wasn’t sure how to generally interact with him in any way. After their fight last night he wanted to try and fix the bond that had been lost somewhere along the way.

“Connor, where were you last night?”

“Out.”

“Out where? Your mom’s sleeping meds were also missing. I want to see them now, and I want every pill that should be in the bottle to be in the bottle.” Connor scoffed, shaking his head. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy, rimmed with red. There were long fading tear tracks going down his cheeks. His hair had obviously gone at least a week without being washed.

“Yea… I don’t think you’ll be too pleased if you want all of the pills in the bottle. There’s maybe,” he looked at the ceiling in thought, “half? Yeah. Half a bottle left.” He nodded with his lips pursed before speaking again. “Although, I ran into some kid and he made a joke that wasn’t at my expense and I was able to-” Larry finally cut the brunet boy off.

“Half the bottle is left? Did you overdose? How did you not pass out? Where were you?” Connor rolled his eyes, only the blue and brown one visible from behind his curtain of hair.

“Jeez, I didn’t take them all. Like you said, they’re mom’s prescription.” Larry could feel his jaw tensing.

“Well you shouldn’t have taken any. I want the bottle back right now Connor Lawrence Murphy.” The boy pushed his chair out from the table.

“Fine!” He huffed before running up the staircase. About five minutes later he came back down with a small orange bottle with the name Cynthia Murphy written across its label. He handed it to the redheaded woman, and sat back down. His plate had barely been touched.

“Connor, sweetie, you really shouldn’t take anything that isn’t prescribed to you.” She reached out to run her hand over his hair but he jerked away making a strangled noise.

“So, Zoe, how’s school been this week?” The younger Murphy made a small non-committal sound before looking up.

“My teachers have been trying to cram a lot in before Thanksgiving Break, but for the most part it's okay. I got the solo in the jazz band concert again. You are coming right?” She looked up, hopeful.

“Of course Zoe! We wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Zoe’s hair was in a ponytail, fully showing off the vibrant indigo streaks running through it like lightning.

“Well… I mean, you missed it last year.” Suddenly there was an intensity in the air that could be cut with a knife.

The year before, during the Thanksgiving jazz band performance, Connor had been home alone. During it he went out to get high, but ended up passing out and being found by a young mom and her two kids in a park. Cynthia had missed most of the concert due to being in the emergency room with her sobering son.

“That won’t happen again this year dear. I promise, we’ll be there.” Her look was tight, like a wound coil, but she managed to smile at her daughter. It was in moments like these that Larry truly loved his wife. She’d do anything to keep the family together.

“What about you Connor, how’s school been for you?” As soon as the question left his mouth, he knew he had made a mistake. The evening hadn’t been perfect, definitely tense, with fairly terse answers, but asking this question was like cocking a loaded gun. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Zoe pull her legs up to her chest in a defensive pose. Cynthia began, as imperceptible as possible, to move all of the cutlery away from Connor. His son, for the second time this meal, looked up through the curtain of that damn hair.

“I-uh- it’s been… fine?” He could see Connor clenching his fist into his palm, but for some reason decided to push.

“Has it really?” Connor nodded, looking down at the table. Zoe shot a glance in between Larry and Connor, and readied herself to dart from the room. “Because I got an interesting call from your latin teacher. She said you haven’t been to class in two weeks.”

“Not now Larry, Connor has been feeling sick. We can discuss this later.” Cynthia’s tone was soft but commanding. It was obvious she was demanding her husband to not push their son further. The one in question simply lowered his head more, face completely concealed by hair, and muttered a low ‘fucking bitch’ below his breath.

“No Cynthia. I doubt he’s been sick for two weeks. In fact, the only class that i haven’t been informed of your missing has been English. Where are you during the day Connor?”

“I’ve been out.”

“Where?”

“Larry not right now.”

“God does it even fucking matter?” Connor’s head shot up, and Larry could see the tears forming in his son’s eyes. He’s not high then. He would be yelling by now if he were, the red was simply from crying. For some reason he couldn’t seem to stop himself. He was sick of this, this shit that Connor would pull. He’d do anything to get out of class, even fake stomach aches and claim that the people there made him want to throw up. Larry remembered being a teenager, he was similar to Connor - skipping class to go behind the school and smoke cigarettes with the rest of the jocks. He knew Connor wasn’t actually sick, he just wanted to go feed his oxy addiction.

“It does matter. You need to go to class Connor. You can’t live on our couch forever.” Connor stood up abruptly, causing Zoe to finally dart out of the room, slamming her door shut and driving the lock home.

“You sound like my fucking counselor! You can’t keep failing Connor!” he was sneering in a voice that was definitely nothing like his counselor’s. “English isn’t a viable degree Connor! Your math grades are too fucking low Connor! Don’t you want to graduate? Do you really think that your parents want to be stuck with you for the rest of your fucking life? Do you honestly think, that anyone would want to support a fucking piece of shit like you?” He smashed a glass as he said the last one, tears flowing down his angular cheeks, and gasps falling out of his mouth. Cynthia stood up and began to walk towards him, but Connor backed away from her. “God, do you honestly think I don’t fucking know I’m on the verge of dropping out? Do you honestly think that I don’t know I’m throwing everything away? I can’t fucking do this any fucking more! You’re my parents! You’re supposed to hold me and tell me it’ll be okay and help me lay out my fucking options but you don’t fucking care! No one fucking cares! No one fucking listens when I say that I can’t fucking stand that place! I can’t go in without people making school shooter jokes, or cowering, or shoving shit into my locker, or telling me to just fucking kill myself as if I don’t already fucking want to!” He was full out sobbing now, his hand cut up from the broken glass.

“Connor, oh Connor. You don-”

“Yes! I fucking do. I just fucking want to be fucking dead. I can’t fucking take this any fucking more.” Cynthia walked up to their now hyperventilating son and walked him over to the couch where she held him.

Later that night Larry and Cynthia got into a fight about whether Connor meant what he said or not. Larry just couldn’t accept that his son was honestly suicidal - it had to be for attention. A way to get more drugs to get high off of. Cynthia had argued back that he couldn’t be lying. That this isn’t the first time their son has told them that he wants to die.

He came back out of his reverie in front of the banged up door of his sixteen year old son. The door was banged up, covered in dents and scratches from nights when Connor had come home too drunk or high to even open the door. He reached up and knocked softly, calling out “Connor? I want to come in.” He cracked open the door to see his oldest lying on the bed reading. He was totally engrossed, headphones on, knees at his chest, head buried into the pages so deep that only his eyes - visibly alight with excitement - and a light blush across his cheeks were visible.

Larry stood there a moment, staring at the boy. His hair was getting relatively long, reaching to about his mid neck in length. His jacket - something that Cynthia had picked up from the consignment shop that looked like it belonged with a dressier shirt than what Connor usually paired it with - was rolled up to his elbows revealing a scattering of scars. They made Larry sick to his stomach. Connor had self harmed on and off since the end of sixth grade, and although most of the cuts were so faded you couldn’t even see where they were, the newer ones were a dark red. His shirt was disheveled and had rid up to expose a small portion of stomach, also littered with the dark lines. His legs were bent supporting the relatively thick book resting on them, in black ripped skinny jeans covered in white and blue paint.

Larry cleared his throat and finally Connor looked up, the light clearing from his eyes to be replaced with a blank stare. “Hey, wha-what are you reading?” Connor looked down at his book, back up at his dad, and then at the book again.

“Its-” his voice was hoarse, desperately needing to be cleared, “It’s War and Peace? Like… the book by Leo Tolstoy?” When Larry said nothing, simply moving closer to his son to attempt to talk, he flushed and continued. “There’s, a um, there’s a musical in previews about it. So I uh, decided to read it.” Larry nodded and sat at the edge of the dark bed.

“You like musicals? I always thought you were more into rock bands.”

“I like both.” So far this was going better than expected. Connor had opened up about his book and taste in music without it becoming a screaming match.

“Why don’t you put on a musical for me then?” Connor looked up at him suspiciously. “I’m trying to bond with you Connor. I want you to feel safe here.” Connor simply looked down again, before carefully opening his bedside table’s drawer. Larry paled and felt sick at what was inside. It was lined with various bags of pills, powders, and weed. Some were obviously painkillers, others were sleeping pills, and some he didn’t want to know what they were.

“My drug issues aren’t exactly secret.” Connor murmured while grabbing his phone out from underneath a bag of light blue powder. He probably felt that this was an excuse for blatantly showing it off to Larry. “Can you just… can you not tell mom? I don’t want her to worry. Like, I know I’m a dick, but I’m not that much of a self centered ass.”

“She’s already worried Connor. Every night when you don’t get home until two, three in the morning - if at all, she’s worried. Every time you come home drunk or high, or come to breakfast hungover, she’s worried. When those damn scars are on display, she’s worried. Last night when you said you wanted to kill yourself, you made her worried.” Connor looked up at him, his eyes hard.

“Is that really why you’re in here? To make me feel guilty? Are you going to record this as well? Hahaha,” his sarcastic laugh was cold and bitter, “How fucking funny is this! Connor Lawrence Murphy feels bad! He’s not a total sociopath after fucking all! Lets all laugh at his drug addiction while he has a fucking breakdown!” His face had grown cold, hands clenching at the book.

“Connor, that’s not why I’m here. Why would I want to show off my own son’s tantrums?” Larry’s voice had risen, he felt it himself. This wasn’t what he wanted, he had wanted to try. “Wait, Connor,” He had taken a deep breath while his son curled himself even more into a ball, “I didn’t mean it like that. Why do you think I’d record you?”

“Zoe would.”

“Your sister wouldn’t Connor.”

“Look me in the eye and say that.” At this Connor looked up and made eye contact. Those peculiar eyes with brown speckling the left sea of blue. Neither Cynthia nor Larry knew where the heterochromia came from, both of them being blue eyed. When Connor’s eye first started darkening Larry had assumed that Cynthia had cheated on him. When she denied it, half in tears, he decided to just leave it alone.

“Connor, I don’t want to do this right now.”

“You can’t can you?”

“Connor-”

“Do you know what they call me at school?” Larry looked back at his son again, raising an eyebrow.

“Psycho Connor, Crazy Connor, Connor the School Shooter, bomber, fucking serial killer. They film me and then put it on the internet. They call me fag and sociopath and revolting, they tell me to kill myself before I kill one of them. I just wanted to know that someone could guarantee that they didn’t believe that about me.” Connor looked up through his curtain of hair. “I’m abusive to Zoe. I’m awful to mom, mom who lets me do whatever. And then to you, I egg you on. I’m an ass. You treat me like a criminal, and I give you every reason to.” Connor looked back down at his legs, biting his bottom lip. “Can you go?”

“Connor I-”

“I just want you to go!” His voice raised, eyes full of tears, face flushing a dark red. Larry did leave at that, and he pretended he didn’t hear the broken sobs. He pretended he had never seen the drawer of drugs. He pretended the scars, and paranoia, and slurs weren’t parts of his son.

Larry had never understood his son, but the next morning when they found him in a pool of his own vomit, an empty pill bottle in his hand, he wished more than anything that he had tried harder.

#connor murphy #larry murphy #cynthia murphy #zoe murphy #tw self harm #self harm #tw suicide #suicide #tw f slur #f slur #tw psychopath used as a slur #psychopath used as a slur #tw drug abuse #drug abuse #character study #relationship study

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fuckedurbias · 7 years

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I can't see your rules tab because I'm on mobile so I hope this is ok, can I have a drabble or scenario with Young K from DAY6 where he takes you to a carnival and you see your ex there or his ex? Thanks!

this request didn’t break any rules at all it was perfect!! i had a lot of fun writing this even though i don’t really know what genre it fits hehe it has a mixture and tbh it’s just super cute and made me so soft. i hope you enjoy!!! xx

genre: fluffy af ;-; so cute + a bit of angst

word count: 1.4k

warnings: mentions of past toxic relationship

He missed again and again you laughed so hard at the sight of him getting frustrated.

“Come on babe, just give up already otherwise we’ll be here all day” you sigh, pulling on his shoulder.

“As if, there’s no way I’m allowing you to hold this against me the rest of my life” Younghyun glared, giving the man running the stand another 5 dollar bill. The poor man rolled his eyes and let out a long sigh, reluctantly giving Younghyun another ball. Younghyun happily took the ball and pulled his arm back and aimed at the bottles on the shelf with his other arm, closing one eye and sticking his tongue out all while leaning back and standing on one leg. You facepalmed, secretly smiling into your hand at how much of a dork he was. After standing there like a weirdo for what felt like at least 10 seconds, he finally threw the ball hard and he closed his eyes for a second, scared of what could have happened. He slowly opened them to see that he had hit the bottles smack bang in the middle and that they had all fallen over. You stood there with your mouth open, shocked that he actually did it after trying 6 times. The man running the stand looked like he was thanking all the gods for finally letting this weird boy knock all the bottles down. Younghyun threw his fists in the air and cheered for himself, then looked at you and smirked.

“And you thought I couldn’t do it” He teased, poking your nose.

“I never said you couldn’t, I just wanted to leave but no you just have to be so persistent” You teased back. He pouted back at you, turning away to look at all the big stuffed animals on the shelves in the stands. He saw the giant Tepig plush, which was the thing that made you want to come to this stand in the first place since it’s your favourite pokémon, so he of course chose that one for you. The toy was huge, bigger than Younghyun’s face so you started laughing when he carried it over to you because you could see his face popping out from behind with a big smile on his face. He handed to you and you took it with a big smile and squished it against you as you snuggled your face into it. Younghyun leaned in closer to you and poked his cheek, gesturing for you to give him a kiss.

“Come on, tell me how amazing I am” he smiled. You squished your face up in annoyance and placed a quick peck on his cheek, acting reluctant. He smirked, knowing perfectly well you were happy with him and did think he was amazing even though you acted as if you thought the opposite. He grabbed your hand and slowly intertwined his fingers with yours, swinging your hands and looking at you smiling. You caught him looking at you and you shot him a puzzled look.

“What are you so happy about?”

“I’m just so happy being here with you, I know we’ve only been together for what, three months but you know, we knew each other for months before that too and I just-

‘I really really like you… I love you” He smiled, looking at the ground shyly as he said the last three words.

“Younghyun,” you stopped in your tracks, causing him to stop and stand with you “I really like you too, I know I tease you but I’d never actually hurt you and you know that. I think you’re really cute and honestly I’m head over heels for you,” you confessed, reaching up to his face and stroking his cheek with your thumb.

“So you… love me too?” he said, giving you a cute little smile.

“Of course you silly billy”. He gasped and blushed in response, covering his mouth with his hands.

“Stop being a dork pretending to be surprised and let’s go get something to eat” you said grabbing his hand again.

“I’m not surprised it’s just exciting to hear you say you love me”, he said with his cheeks still pink. You sighed at him, he’s just so goddamn cute. He once again intertwined his fingers with yours as you led him to the churro cart. You weren’t walking for long though, as something caught your eye. You stopped so abruptly that Younghyun bumped into you, but you didn’t move a step. You were just standing there with your eyes wide, Younghyun noticed and waved his hand in front of your face but you still stared straight ahead. He followed your eyes and looked to where you were looking and he saw what you were looking at. It was him. Your ex-boyfriend. The one that you stayed up all night sobbing to Younghyun about when he broke up with you over text. He broke up with you so abruptly, with no solid reason. You were with him for three months but you really liked him and thought he was a good guy even though he wasn’t. After you broke up you found out he cheated on you twice and flirted with so many other girls, so you guess he just got bored of being tied down to you when he just wanted to fuck around.

He made eye contact with you and you looked straight down, feeling dread come over you. Out of all the days to see him you had to be with Younghyun.

“That’s him right?” Younghyun whispered to you. You nodded and looked back up at him, noticing he was still looking at you. He noticed Younghyun too and smirked and looked away, you didn’t know what that was about but you didn’t like it. Anger mixed in with the feeling of dread and you began to feel overwhelmed, why was just seeing him making you feel this way?

“Are you okay?” Younghyun asked, squeezing your hand tighter. You shook your head, feeling tears suddenly well up in your eyes. Younghyun started pulling you somewhere where you couldn’t see your ex, back to the entrance and behind one of the stands. By the time you got behind the stand tears were already streaming down your face and you didn’t even understand why. When your ex was completely out of sight Younghyun pulled you in for a hug, wrapped his arms around your shoulders and nuzzling his head on top of yours. You just sobbed into his chest until you had no more tears left, and the whole time he was softly rubbing your back and telling you its okay. When you stopped sobbing and lifted your head to face him he started to wipe your tears away and asked you if you were okay.

“I don’t know what happened,” you sighed, trying to catch your breath after sobbing so much “I just felt so many emotions at once and I think it all just caught up to me and I just didn’t know how to process it”. He nodded in response, listening to every word so closely.

“Just…all the memories came back from when I was so happy with him and thought he was so perfect to when he broke up with me and I found what he truly was and what he did to me and just the pure heartbreak I felt at that moment and please don’t think that I don’t want to be with you because of this because I do I really do Hyunnie I just don’t know what to do or how to feel right now” You rambled, taking a deep breath at the end of it all and just staring up at him. Younghyun grabbed your cheeks and slowly leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips, making you feel a lot calmer. It felt so refreshing and wonderful to finally be with someone who actually cared about you and listened to you.

“I understand, it’s okay to feel this way don’t feel bad about it alright? He’s an absolute asshole and I wish I could go out there right now and punch him square in the face for what he did but I know it wouldn’t fix anything” He laughed. You giggled back, clearly feeling a lot better.

“How about we go get some pancakes huh?” He smiled, patting your head. You nodded excitedly; they were your favourite. He grabbed your hand and gave it a soft squeeze as he took you on the long route to the cute little café they had in the theme park. You looked up at Younghyun as he was leading you there and smiled to yourself, feeling your heart swell with love as all your other emotions were washed away. You were so in love with Younghyun and nothing or no one could ever take that away.

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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But I'm A Cheerleader! (Aja x Farrah) - Millie

A/N: hey there! This is my first time submitting a fic here, and I hope you guys like it. I was incredibly surprised that no one has thought of a cheerleader AU after the second episode aired, so I had to write one! (Btw the title bears no resemblance to the movie with the same name) I’m sorry if this chapter is boring or cheesy since it’s the first. Please bear with me! P.S.: i created a blog to keep track of my fics, @artificialmillie because I do plan to write more on here.

“I’m Aja; I’m sassy!”

“I’m Nina; I’m assy!”

“I’m Shea; I’m flirty!”

“I’m Sasha; I’m dirty!”

“I’m Charlie; I’m boozy!”

“I’m Jaymes; I’m snoozy…!”

“I’m Alexis… and I’m a floozy!”

All the girls had opened out into a triangle, Alexis staged right in the middle with three girls either side of her. They all sported short, purple, pleated skirts with tight-fitting shirts, and of course their signature white bows atop their heads. The RuPaul Glamazons had come to slay this football season.

“We are RuPaul’s Glamazons, got our cheering panties on,” they chanted in perfect unison. “Our beat is unstoppable; our hair is unclockable!” After their short chant they skipped away for the B-52 Bombers to take the floor in their almost matching uniforms. Bitches.

This rivalry had lasted almost two years. Both teams attended the same school, Tuckahoe High School, and most only joined the cheerleading squad to get a front-row view of the star football players. God, they were hot. All the girls had a particularly good time on the football field, except they were in the gym hall today for their final practice. Tomorrow they were debuting their new cheers in support of the guys as they battled it out for the winning prize - bragging rights. Oh, and a trophy.

“Alright, work it, work it, alright!” the Bombers chanted, clapping their hands together and walking - except Farrah, who was skipping - to the centre to begin. Their red-orange outfits were stoned for the Gods, despite Kimora’s lengthy complaining and telling them “stoning is for ugly girls”. Instead of white bows they rocked orange ones, and their hair was voluminous and tied back instead of loose and wild like the Glamazons’.

“B-52 Bombers, let’s go!” Cynthia, who was the leader of the team, shouted. She had competed the longest, and was no stranger to a football game. She led the Bombers with professionalism and poise.

“I’m Cu-Cu; I’m naughty!”

“I’m Kimora; I’m slutty!”

“I’m Eureka; I’m wacky!”

“I’m Trinity; I’m tacky!”

“I’m Farrah; I’m thorny!”

“I’m Peppermint; I’m corny!”

“I’m Valentina - I’m also corny!” The Glamazons giggled at her from the side of the gym.

“Our lobsters are rocking, our love is in the shack; we’re roaming ‘cause we wanna, so haters step back!” they shouted together. Their cheer didn’t even make that much sense - the Glamazons were ready to strike back.

“B-50-who? Not as cool as Ru. RuPaul is more fierce than Kate could ever be. More woman than Fred and more man than Cindy!” They clapped their pom-poms together and smirked as the Bombers took great offense to their chant. But they weren’t afraid to be just as rude.

“RuPaul is shameless, selling candy bars and more. She even had a perfume and it was called Whore!” The Bombers erupted into laughter at their enemies’ shocked faces, but they weren’t expecting what was coming next.

“Your beehives - busted! Your songs are too slow. You should go retire in a private Ida… hoooooe.” They shook their asses and their pom-poms in mockery, with Charlie, Alexis, and Nina shouting at them through big plastic horns. Both teams exchanged glares, but before any violence (which happened surprisingly often) could ensue, the main football commentator was reading his lines and forcing them on to the tumbling.

Everyone got into formation, most of them at the back doing stunts and a few at the sides for when it was their turn for their solo. Every season they were sadly forced to work together to produce show-stopping performances, although it wasn’t like many people were watching them - the footballers were always the centre of attention. Nonetheless, they enjoyed what they did.

Kimora stepped forward to do a weak cartwheel and roll, followed by Peppermint doing a handspring. At the back, Alexis, Shea, and Sasha were propped up by their team and competitors, extending their arms fabulously. Eureka cartwheeled in front of them, wowing everyone as she landed in a perfect split. The Glamazons gossiped between themselves, although not in mock, but in amazement. Just as she landed, Shea was sprung into the air and landed flawlessly in her teammates’ arms, taking everyone aback with her calibre.

Valentina did a one-handed cartwheel, a roly poly, and another cartwheel, with perfect poise. Despite only doing cheerleading for ten months, she was beginning to outshine some of her teammates, which they were not taking lightly.

Charlie flopped at her cartwheel - being boozy and all, she was probably still a little drunk from the night before - and was joined by Sasha who stood on her hands as Jaymes rolled through the pair. At the back, Cynthia fell forwards into her teammates’ arms, and then was propelled again to head to the other side, all while keeping a cheery smile on her face. Luckily she was light, so it wasn’t much of an effort to keep her in the air. Now it was Shea’s solo, in which she flipped cartwheeled, and landed in a split with a sly grin on her face - a beautiful ending to the tumbling package. The commentator spoke again, and they were on to the group dance.

With Valentina and Shea at the front, and Cynthia in the centre, everyone extended their arms and jumped in the air twice. They moved their arms and legs in compelling ways, all fuelled with enthusiasm and smiles on their faces. Eventually they parted and danced together in their own teams, beginning to lift Valentina and Aja into the air before they jumped.

“5, 6, 7, 8,” Sasha started, encouraging everyone to join in.

“Glamazons, Bombers, the battle rages on. This cheer ain’t over, now bring it on!” everyone chanted. By now, everyone was in their positions for the stunting. Ready to stunt were Farrah, Trinity, Aja, and Shea, all confident with smiles on their faces, even Trinity, who was scared of heights. When they were at peak height they all extended their arms in a V-shape and propped up one leg. As soon as they were up they were back down again, and they moved into a new formation. Valentina and Jaymes were down at the front, with Alexis and Charlie supporting Shea with their legs not far behind. At the back were the other girls, keeping Farrah and Aja in the air who were supporting a shaky Trinity standing highest of all. At last, they’d finished their lengthy performance, and it’d definitely pay off tomorrow.

The girls separated and gathered together in their own teams, beginning to talk between themselves. Most of the time it was just bitching about the opposite team, but today it was happy discussions about the next day. Like every final rehearsal, there was fear laced with excitement, but most of all, happiness. After weeks and weeks of endless practising, there was finally a relief from all the hard work.

“So, guys,” Charlie began with a smile on her face. “What about a party tonight? To celebrate that we’ve finally finished.”

“Trust you to suggest a party,” Aja joked. “It’s not like you host them every weekend.”

“What? It’ll be fun. I’m inviting all the footballers - even the ones that those skanks over there are rooting for.”

“I’m down,” Alexis said.

“Me too,” Shea agreed.

“They probably have, like, ten million diseases. Half of them have probably slept with the Bombers,” Sasha argued. Everyone nodded in agreement.

“So?” Charlie responded as if there was something obvious they’d missed. “It’ll make them jealous.”

“If it makes you happy, I’ll come,” Nina said. “Jaymes?”

Jaymes jumped as if she’d been asleep, and nodded. “Charlie’s parties aren’t half bad.”

With a few people giving in, the rest of the group eventually did too. Perhaps it was a bad idea to have a party right before a tournament, but that wasn’t on their minds at this moment in time. Doing anything to spite the Bombers was, and they were going to do just that.

“PSA: it’s a white party,” Charlie said. “Come dressed accordingly.”

“Why’s it gotta be white?” Nina said.

“Why not?”

“Shouldn’t we come dressed in purple? Since that’s our team colour,” Aja countered.

“Whatever. Just be there at 9pm.”

Even before she entered the house, the stench of alcohol had weaved its way into Aja’s nose. House and dance music was being blasted from inside, the bass booming through the walls so you could even feel it. From the looks of it, most people had already arrived, despite it only being 9:08pm. She peered through the window to see a bunch of footballers crowding round Shea, and the rest of the Glamazons drinking from red solo cups and/or admiring the boys. Just as Charlie said, the Bombers footballers were there too.

Aja knocked at the door, and was greeted by a tipsy Charlie.

“Aja! Come in,” she said simply, grabbing her wrist and pulling her inside; it took all of her willpower not to barf at the smell of vodka that stained the air.

Inside were almost all the Glamazons and the footballers from both sides. She could sense all their gazes roaming her body, as she’d chosen a short, black latex dress that was not the most conservative. She paired her look with her cheer bow that lay on top of her freshly curled pastel purple hair, showing patriotism for her team.

“Where’s Jaymes?” Aja asked.

“Probably sleeping,” Sasha said. “I don’t think she’s a party girl.”

“Her loss,” Alexis said. “We have this whole night to dance away!”

Everyone nodded in agreement and Charlie turned the music up, if it was even possible for it to be louder. The girls resumed their dancing and drinking and the guys resumed their grinding, and they got on with the party.

Not even an hour later, there was a furious knock at the door. By then, everyone was too drunk to be concerned, but got up to answer the door anyway. Charlie opened the door with a smile, which faltered when she saw who was standing right in front of her.

Farrah Moan, with the rest of the B-52 Bombers slithering up behind her.

“You just had to have it your way, didn’t you?” Farrah accused, glaring at Charlie.

“What do you mean?” Charlie played innocent, although her badly performed facade was scrapped when a bunch of footballers came to the door to see what the commotion was.

“Inviting our footballers to your shitty party.”

“They’re not yours. They’re their own people.”

Farrah scrunched up her face in a scowl, opening her mouth as if to say something, but then closing it again. Charlie did have a point.

“Look, I see what you sluts are trying to do -” Eureka started, but was cut off.

“Can you shut up a second?” Charlie demanded. “This is our party. Join us peacefully or leave.”

And so they left, quickly defeated, and thé Glamazons continued their party.

The next day at school was filled with glares from both sides, like two packs of wolves about to pounce. No one said a word to each other, but the looks being exchanged were enough to tell a thousand words. The footballers, however, seemed unfazed. After all, they had an important game tonight.

“I trust you’re ready for tonight?” Miss Visage found Aja in the corridor standing with Jaymes. Miss Visage was the deputy head teacher of the school, and always liked to be updated on students’ progress, no matter what it was in. Miss RuPaul ran the school and was therefore too busy to talk to all the students, so Miss Visage silently took that role. However, it was Miss RuPaul’s idea to start a cheerleading squad, RuPaul’s Glamazons, which then led to the B-52 Bombers being born. The original squad took inspiration from the 80s band, which the current squad had now ditched for twerking, rudeness, and chasing after the footballers.

“Of course,” Jaymes said, smiling brightly. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Aja nodded in agreement.

“Good. I know you girls will make us proud.”

“Are you rooting for the RuPaul’s Glamazons, Miss Visage?” Aja asked, smirking.

“Oh, you girls know I’m not allowed to have favourites,” she said with a wink. “But good luck.” She walked away. Aja and Jaymes smiled to each other, confidence beginning to grow inside both of them.

Cheering and screaming erupted through the crowds, signifying that it was 6:30pm - the game was about to begin. The Glamazons and the Bombers organised themselves into their positions, sharing a few glances here and there, and smiled widely at the crowd surrounding the pitch.

“Glamazons, Bombers - welcome to the starting match of the ninth season of Tuckahoe Football!” Mr. Mathews, the commentator, announced. “Are you ready?!”

The crowd cheered and whistled, some chanting the teams’ names. Excitement grew inside each of the cheerleaders’ stomachs. Mr. Mathews blew the whistle, and the game started.

#please remember your tags!!#farrah moan #aja #au #millie #rpdr fanfiction #cheerleader au #high school au #farraja #but i'm a cheerleader #s9

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meulinthekittytroll · 7 years

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Rant af I'm sorry

Yunno I don’t know what my dads problem is with my boyfriend. He doesn’t like him, at all. And I honestly have no idea why. Maybe it’s because this is the only relationship he’s seen me in? I’m not sure But if my dad could have seen all my past relationships he’d understand why B is probably the only one I could ever want to be with. There were some major people who impacted my life in negative ways and I’m still recovering from them. I will point out the major ones First there was David. He tried to kill me once, and manipulated me and made my self esteem plummet. (Grade 3-7) Yes, I know, 3rd through 7th grade and he tried to KILL you? Are you over exaggerating? No I’m not lol. Then there was Devin. He was the first boy to cheat on me. Which made my self esteem plummet even further. He also was the first boy to treat me… like I wasn’t a person I guess?? I don’t know how to describe that one but it made me feel very inferior. (Grade 6) young I know but shoosh this shit can happen at any age if you let it happen. Then there was Max. We never actually dated, but he is still very important because oh boy I crushed on this boy HARD from 8th to 10th grade. He and I had a thing going on in 8th grade but never quite did anything about it which only made me like him more. Then 9th grade came along and we only got closer but still didn’t quite do anything. (I also had a boyfriend at that time that I’ll get to in JUST a second) Finally 10th grade came along and I FINALLY made a move, only to get shot down, HARD. That was partly my fault I suppose for being too scared to tell him my feelings earlier than that. But still, ouch ouch that hurt me a lot. Jacob, the boyfriend mentioned just a second ago, this was a long distance relationship. He was a couple years older than me and I had never met him in person, I dated him because I was extremely lonely. This lasted almost a year, but not quite. It started out really fun because I could lowkey flirt with Max but still have someone to go home to and text and get the feelings of love that Max didn’t give me, I know I know that’s borderline cheating but hey I was in 9th grade and I was stupid in love with Max and it was just a messy time in my life and Ive obviously learned from it and cheating is disgusting ugh……. ihatemyselfAAAAnyways, as the months rolled by, things slowly went downhill with this Jacob kid. He just was a downer. We both were depressed and got even sadder when we realized we couldn’t meet for a long time blah blah you get the point everything was a mess and he made me extremely unhappy, that was a very toxic relationship and I’m glad nothing ever became of it. I haven’t talked to him in almost a year, I hope he’s doing well. Also in 10th grade I developed this crush on this boy named Anthony and he was a dorky kind of cute, tall and scrawny but still muscly, I dug it. I flat out told him I liked him bc I didn’t want another Max situation and he seemed interested at first until he told one of his friends that doubled as my friend that he wasn’t interested so I obviously found out and got shot down again. Ouch! When that didn’t happen I started talking to a good friend I also met over the internet named Gavin and wowie did this boy make me feel wanted and loved. I had a brief thing with him previously but it never followed through, due to the fact that he was a dickbag and cheated on me and blamed it on some personality disorder where he needed more than one girlfriend to be satisfied *cough* bullshit *cough* but anyways, I tried it with him again the summer going into 11th grade c he was sooooooo sorry and loved me soooo much and wanted to marry me (gag!) anyways, things were good for a while but then he slowly stopped talking to me and cheated again and all this other shit and as my confidence in myself slowly went down the garbage disposal as it had been since like 4th grade, I finally told myself enough is enough and told him I was done with him. I told myself I was done with boys until the right one came along and treated me right. As a junior at a new school with no friends, I assumed it would take until junior year of COLLEGE to even consider boys again (besides possibly sleeping around once I got too tired of being a virgin kek) But yunno, life throws unexpected things at you. I remember the night so clearly. I went to bed finally content with being alone, not having to worry about any boy cheating on me or making me feel bad or putting me down constantly. Then, wouldn’t you know it, the NEXT FUCKIN DAY, this super duper cute boy I had seen a few times around school walked into my first period photography class. And I thought to myself “fuck.” Bc I immediately knew something would happen between us. This boy was he perfect mix of goofy, nerdy, and cute as fuck, with a hint of holy shit you’re SEXY. Exactly my type. Tall, dark, and handsome (a spongebob reference has never been more relatable) ((besides maybe “i’m surrounded my idiots”)) ANNYYYWAYS Me and this kid start talking bc I grew a pussy (not balls bc balls are sensitive and vaginas take a pounding) and gave the kid my Snapchat. That same day I reaaallly wanted a chance to talk to him so I posted a pic on my story of me and my dog havin’ a blast (rip Lily u will be missed ily thank you for being the reason the loml messaged me for the first time) anywho, HE MESSAGED ME FIRST AND WE STARTED TALKING AND SHIT bc he thought my dog was cute af (which she was!!!!) and we kept talking and talking and found we had so much in common and finallyyyy we admitted to each other we liked each other and started dating soon after and I’m spare you all the mushy details of how that came to be. Back to the reason why I started writing this little rant/story in the first place. My dad borderline hates the guy. But what my dad doesn’t understand (which is a lot but these next few sentences are important) Every single relationship I’ve had, was with a guy who has done nothing but lead me on, cheat on me, or abuse me (both physically (which only happened twice thank god) and mentally (which happened SO MUCH OH MY GOD it’s so much harder to catch that than actually getting physically abused) Yet, my current boyfriend…. we’re gonna call him B, bc his name is unique and I don’t want people knowing who I am if this ever gets read by someone who knows me and cares enough to read though all of this. B is the most beautiful person I have ever met, inside and out. He makes me feel important. He makes every day a blessing. When I first moved in with my dad in the beginning of 11th grade, I was a complete shut in. I hardly ever left my room besides to eat and bathe. After I met B, I started opening up and spending time with the family, and I made such amazing friends at school that I would have never talked to if it weren’t for him. B makes everything exciting. Of course we have had our fair share of bumps in the road, but ever healthy relationship does. And yunno what else healthy relationships do? They talked them through and fix the problems!!! B has made it so clear to me that I am worth all of the shit that goes on sometimes, and believe me I can be crazy so that is saying something. And oh boy is he a package deal too. He’s constantly got something going on, he’s quite frankly an idiot sometimes. But hey, he’s my idiot! I’ve never woken up and been happy about being alive since I was like 10, until B came around. B completely flipped my view of the world around. We tell each other this thing all the time because weird kinda opposites when it comes to certain things. He looks like the moon, but is the sun. And I look like the sun, but am the moon. He has dark hair and he’s got olive skin (very Italian looking) looking like a human version of the moon. But he has this optimistic view on life, the personality of the sun. Then there’s me; golden brown hair with fair skin, I look like the sun. But I’m kinda a pessimist, and I also am quite the night owl (he definitely isn’t!) personality of the moon. That might not make sense to you, but it does to us. I’m getting side tracked. The whole fuckin point is, I hadn’t felt true happiness since I was 10 until I met this guy. My dad says we aren’t going to last. My dad barely even lets me see him outside of school once a week, and when he does let me he always gives this disapproving scowl and scoff when I ask to see my boyfriend (who I have been with for well over a year now) once a week. Oh and by the way, he LIVES with his girlfriend who he’s only been dating a few more months than B and I have been. I wonder what he’d feel like if the roles were reversed. Yunno? Like he gets to see his gf every day and sleep next to her ever night, but the moment I want to see B, I get a scowl and a reluctant confirmation that I can see him on the day I asked to see him on. I’m sorry for all this rant and I know it’s probably all over the place but I just really really had to get it out because I don’t know why my dad is so unhappy with me being with a guy who makes me so happy. It’s not like B is a delinquent. He has two jobs (one is a photography business, he does really well with it actually he shoots for weddings and shit he’s an amazing photographer ((he only took the photography class at my school for the credit and to laugh at how low quality everything was at the school and how badly they taught it))) and he’s polite and respectful. My father truly has no reason to not like him, he has no idea how badly I’ve been treated up until I met B. B treats me better than anyone ever has, including my dad. Everyone else in my family loves him! Not nearly as much as I love the son of a bitch tho. I truly grew up from 3rd grade on getting belittled and cheated on and made to feel terrible, and if my dad knew that or understood it, maybe he wouldn’t hate the boy that made me happy to be alive again. Thank u for the ppl who took the time to read this through even tho I doubt anyone will do that bless u ilysm

#Tay rants #I'm sorry I love my boyfriend a lot he's really great #past relationship abuse?

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