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Character A finds their enemy, Character B, badly injured and with amnesia. A is not heartless enough to leave B alone to die, so they rescue B. B is understandably curious, especially because A clearly seems to know them, and asks lots of questions.
A tries to avoid admitting how they know each other, and in the process, accidentally makes B think they're in love.
B: How do we know each other?
A: We're.... *Hesitates* Friends. :)
B internally: Oh, yeah, there's definitely something going on here.
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A to their team: Okay everyone you remember my FRIEND B, right? B is injured and amnesiac, and we're going to help.
B internally: Wow, even the team knows we're together?
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B: I'm glad we're friends.
A: *Pained smile because they're going to miss this when B goes back to hating them*
B internally: Oh no I hurt them by reminding them I'm not in love with them right now! :( (Except maybe I am but I'm not sure!)
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Crucial points:
1. A has NO IDEA what B is thinking. They aren't stringing B along; they genuinely think they've fooled B into believing they're friends, and they've done it to keep B from panicking and leaving before they're fully recovered.
2. If A didn't have romantic feelings for B before, they certainly do now, and they are experiencing a ton of angst.
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darkheart-darlings · 10 months
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I love ships that are tormented, I love ships that are impossible, I love ships that are star-crossed, I love ships that ache, I love ships that try to hate each other, I love ships that try to hurt each other, I love ships that try to leave, I love ships that try desperately to reach each other, I love ships that are in pain, I love ships that know they’re wrong, I love ships that are haunting each other, I love
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blaqcats-fics · 1 year
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I've been juggling between Steddie ideas lately, trying to come up with a solid fic idea since my 5+1 Italian!Steve is completed.
I'm working on Werewolf!Eddie fic, but it's a slow one since my ideas have kinda gone down the drain for that one, but I still wanted a supernatural-isc Steddie fic?
Like here's a few ideas:
Necromancer!Steve Harrington where raises Eddie back from the dead, but with some rather complicated consequences. Angst w/ a Happy Ending. Takes place at the end of '86 and through '87.
90's AU with PunkRocker!Steve Harrington who has an ongoing feud with Rockstar!Eddie Munson. Enemies to Lovers.
Canon Divergence AU where Nancy and Steve are still dating, but the events of Season 1/2 start taking place and while Nancy is together with Jonathan, Steve's seeking comfort in Eddie. Based on the song Scotty Doesn't Know.
Fantasy AU where Steve is the son of a prostitute married into nobility, but he gets killed for being a 'villain', but by some power, he gets sent 6 years back in the past with a chance to take revenge/change his fate. He leaves his country and meets Eddie (who's the Crown Prince of his country).
I don't know I have so many ideas guys.
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afewproblems · 1 year
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Okay, so I couldn't leave this alone so here is a Stranger Things Pride and Prejudice Steddie AU One shot!
There are two truths universally acknowledged, one being that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a spouse, the second is that Stephen Harrington the third is a bastard. 
However little known the feelings or views of such a man as Stephen Harrington may be on his first entering a neighborhood, this first truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered as the rightful property and target of some one or other of their daughter or sons, despite the nature of his rather frightful personality.
Now, he was not truly a bastard -not in the way that you may be thinking dear reader, no. 
The Harringtons were wed in an opulent ceremony that had not left the lips of the citizens in the surrounding hamlets and towns for nearly a decade. The pair were not particularly well loved, nor were they even reasonably well liked, however, their fortune allowed them considerable influence over the land and much of the people around it. Perhaps, in part, because of the lavish balls and beautiful grounds they were held upon. 
A child had been born to Phillip and Emma Harrington upon their third year of marriage, a healthy boy that grew up in wealth and comfort, becoming the very bastard that had plagued Edward's every waking moment with his arrogant manner and beautiful brown eyes.
It was an opinion not only cultivated by several interactions that left Edward puzzled and irritable, but by a troubling anecdote from the affable Lieutenant Hargrove. 
To withhold a sizable income, hoarding so much wealth all to one's self for what, for seemingly no reason at all? 
When the Munsons survived on a mere two thousand a year to sustain the 7 of them, and with his elderly uncles failing health, he was beginning to worry. 
And perhaps worst of all, that he had been the direct cause of his dear sister's broken heart.
Nancy had been devastated when she received the letter from Caroline Buckley, telling her that both the Buckleys, Caroline and her lovely sister Robin, and Harrington were returning to London with no plans to return. 
It didn't matter how many times Nancy assured Edward that she was fine, it did not cover up the soft weeping from behind the door of the room she and Ell shared. 
William, Dustin, and Ell came to Edward the next day with concerns for their eldest sibling, strong, whip smart, even-tempered Nancy who kept her heart so often sequestered that to hear of her open sorrows left Edward gutted and the youngest siblings morose for days. 
He knew this was Stephen's doing, since Colonel Byers had so graciously told him so. 
It had been at a sermon, not Edwards idea of an exciting afternoon when there were books to be read, stories to tell, or songs to sing, but it certainly appeased his wonderful friend Chrissy to see her so happy and taken care of, despite her bore of a new husband, Jason. 
Byers was an agreeable fellow, Edward was certain there was no reason that he and Harrington should be so close, but the universe was certainly owed at least one mystery, and Byers was good humored enough to find Edward charming - so Edward chose not to examine it too closely.
“So how long do you plan to stay in Kent Colonel?” Edward asks softly, happy for the opportunity to ignore the dry sermon taking place before them. 
Jonathan smiles warmly though his gaze remains unbroken, eyes staring straight ahead of him, “As long as Harrington chooses, I’m at his disposal”.
Edward snorts and leans forward to tip his face into the hand balanced on his own knee at the elbow, “Everyone appears to be at his disposal,” he finds Stephen in the crowd easily, there is no mistaking him,  “It’s no wonder he doesn’t marry and secure lasting convenience of that kind,” he murmurs, waggling his eyebrows at the Colonel.
Jonathan smiles though it's considerably smaller this time,“They would be lucky,” he says earnestly.
“Really?”
Jonathan nods, “Harrington is a most loyal companion, from what I heard on our journey here, he recently came to the rescue of one of his closest friends just in time.”
Edward sits up, dropping his hand away from his face and turning his body further to face both the Colonel and Stephen, “What happened?”
Jonathan whispers, leaning in conspiratorially, “He saved her from an imprudent marriage--”
Edwards' heart rate increases, his palms begin to sweat, “...Who?”
Across the pews he can see Stephen sitting there, dark eyes downcast, long brown hair sweeping over his forehead in gentle waves, but he seems tired, bored, Edward hates him just a little more. 
“His closest friend, Robin Buckley”.
Time slows down, it feels as though the world has been plunged into the darkest depths of the ocean and Edward is swimming to the surface, his breathing stutters slightly as he exhales slowly through his nose, “Did Mr. Harrington give a reason for this interference?”
Jonathan nods again, “There were apparently strong objections to the lady,” he says softly, he glances at Edward once before turning forward once more, his expression betraying nothing.
“What kind of objections?” Edward stammers, “Her lack of fortune?”
“No, I think it was her family that was considered unsuitable,”
No…
“So…” Edward whispers, the words slice over his lips and teeth, “he separated them”.
“I believe so, but I know nothing else”.
It had been luck that Byers had no idea who Edward was, who he was to Nancy and who he was to Stephen.
It allowed him ammunition to arm himself with. 
His fury knows no bounds, how dare he, how dare this scoundrel, this villain! Edward stalks through the hills outside of town, the distant sounds of thunder and the deep gray clouds painting the skies do not deter him from his path. He breathes deeply and sweeps the long curls away from his face where they’ve escaped from the leather cord tying the locks back. He should have allowed Chrissy to braid it for him like she offered to before they left. 
No point now.
Rain begins pattering around him, starting small before suddenly beginning in earnest, he curses under his breath and takes off towards a short stone bridge with a strange monument on the other side, whatever it was, it was at least sheltered. 
Edwards chest heaves by the time he reaches the end of the bridge, he brings his hair around to squeeze out the worst of the water, there is no hope for the rest of his clothes, they will need to be hung to dry when he arrives back at Rosings estate to tell Chrissy what he’s learned.
He raises his hands to his face to wipe away the moisture, the Munson family ring glints in the low light and his chest aches with the sight of it. 
Oh Nancy.
He hardly notices a figure that walks up the steps, tall, dressed in blue wool that has deepened to a near black with the rain. 
Edward gasps and coughs to cover up his short lived fright as he finally notices him, Harrington. 
He stands there awkwardly, his normally perfect hair is drenched, flat against his forehead and ears. His nose and cheeks are pink with the cold and there is nothing endearing about this whatsoever.
“Mr. Munson,” Stephen says, the deep timbre of his voice loud over the gentle hum of the cascading rain, “I have struggled in vain, and I can bear it no longer.”
What?
“These last few months have been a torment,” he continues when Edward presents no argument, “I came to Rosings with the single object of seeing you, I, I had to see you…” and here he appears to lose his nerve, his mouth opens and closes until he clears his throat and swallows roughly.
“I fought against my better judgment, my family's expectations, the inferiority of your birth and my rank, the circumstance of all of these things that I am willing to put aside to ask you to end my agony”.
“I don’t understand,” Edwards says, he’s speaking so quickly, it's ridiculous--
“I love you”.
Edward blinks.
“Most ardently,” Stephen says softly, it's nearly indistinguishable from the patter of the rain and the thundering of Edward's heart, “please do me the honor of accepting my hand”.
He was right, it was ridiculous, and rude, it does top Carver’s bumbling attempts at a proposal though which he thought would be near impossible.
“Sir I,” Edward says eventually, haltingly, “I appreciate the struggle you have been through and I am very sorry to have caused you pain,” Edward lies, “believe me, it was unconsciously done”
Stephen’s honey brown eyes close as his expression shutters, “Is this your reply?”
“Yes sir,” Edward bites out. 
“Are you,” Stephen says in a near whisper, “are you laughing at me?”
If Edward didn’t hate him so much at this moment he would pity him, the heartfelt confession disappearing into smoke as Edward burns it down.
“No,” and he really isn’t.
“Are you rejecting me?” Stephen says, he finds his voice once more, the volume climbing back above a whisper as a thread of irritation pulls through the words.
You don’t get to be angry, Edward thinks viciously, you get nothing.
“I’m sure that the feelings, as which you have told me, have hindered your regard will help you in overcoming it”.
Stephen blinks and takes one step forward, they are of similar heights, Stephen just slightly taller than himself but he refuses to let the proximity intimidate him, “Might I ask why with so little endeavor to civility I must repulse--”
“And I might as well inquire why you chose to tell me you loved me against your better judgment--” Edward shouts, 
“No, believe me--”
“If I was uncivil then that is no excuse,” he speaks over him, the words continue to fall out in bursting shouts that would echo over the hills were it for the thunder and rain around them, “but I have other reasons you know I have!”
“What reasons?” Stephen says as his brow furrows, and Edward wants to shake him.
“Do you think that anything would tempt me to accept the hand of the man that has ruined, perhaps forever, the happiness of a most beloved sister?”
Stephen’s shoulders drop ever so slightly, his expression resigned but still determined.
“Do you deny it Mr. Harrington?” Edward nearly snarls, moving in for the kill, “that you separated a young couple who loved each other, exposing your friend to a world of caprice, and my sister to its derision for disappointed hopes, and involving them both in misery of the acutest kind--”
“I do not deny it,” Stephen says softly, his eyes bore into Edwards own, they have not left his face once.
“How could you do it?” Edward whispers, the words are frayed though, jagged as they make their way out.
“Because,” Stephen says, “I believed your sister indifferent”. 
He says it so matter-of-factly, as though speaking the truth.
“Indifferent?” Edward scoffs.
“I watched them most carefully and realized that Miss Buckley’s attachment was deeper than that of your sisters--”
“That's because she’s shy!” Edward blurts out, he won’t have this, this blatant attack on Nancy’s character, she means too much to him while Stephen means nothing, the bastard.
“Buckley too is modest and was persuaded that she didn’t feel strongly enough--”
“Because you suggested it!” 
They’re shouting now, both of them inching ever closer, clouds of angry breath undulate together in the cool air as they share the space.
“I did it for her own good!” 
“My sister hardly shows her true feelings to me, to any of us!” Edwards chest heaves as he realizes what he’s said, he shakes his head and looks away from the stricken expression on Stephens face. 
Edward swallows sharply, the words come out smoother than he feels, “I suppose you suspected her, her fortune had some bearing on the matter--”
“No,” Stephen yells, speaking over Edward as he rears back in surprise, “I wouldn’t do your sister the dishonor, though it was suggested that…”
“What was?”
Stephen hesitates for a moment, his eyes flick between Edwards own before he breathes out, “It was made perfectly clear that an advantageous marriage--”
“Did my sister give you that impression?” Edward hisses, taking a step forward of his own.
“No! No, no, there was however, I have to admit, the matter of your family--”
“Our want of connection?” 
At this Stephen looks away, his chest rises in barely restrained frustration if the clenching and unclenching fingers mean anything, but Edward presses on, “Miss Buckley didn't seem too concerned about any of that--”
“It was more than that”.
“How sir,” Edward growls, his jaw set and teeth nearly bared. 
“It was the lack of propriety shown by your aunt, your younger siblings, and on occasion your uncle”.
“Forgive me,” he says eventually, the words nearly startle Edward after so long with only the quiet hum of the rain around them, “you and your sister I must exempt from these conclusions”.
Edward stops from rolling his eyes, though its a near thing, he takes a deep breath and speaks, “And what about Mr. Hargrove?”
This seems to catch Stephen off guard, he flinches and frowns,“Mr…Hargrove?”
“What excuse can you give for your behavior to him?” Edward continues, leaving his tone sharp and his words biting, he crosses his arms as Stephen strides towards him suddenly.
“You take an eager interest in that gentleman's concerns!” He grinds out, his brown eyes scanning Edwards own with a sneer. 
“He told me of his misfortunes--” 
“Oh yes,” Stephen mutters, “his misfortunes have been very great indeed”.
He shakes his head and steps back, rubbing his hand roughly through his wet hair, tossing it out of his eyes, his face drops to the ground as he refuses to look at Edward.
“You have ruined his chances and yet treat him with sarcasm?”
Stephen laughs bitterly and shakes his head, his hands come up to hold his hips with a white knuckle grip, “So this is your opinion of me,” he whispers darkly, he raises his head to meet Edwards gaze once more, “Thank you for explaining so fully, perhaps these offenses might have been overlooked if your pride had not been hurt--”
“My pride?” Edward shouts.
“--by my honesty in admitting reservations about our relationship”.
Stephen scoffs, whipping out a hand to gesture towards Edward, “Could you expect me to rejoice in the inferiority of your circumstances?”
“And those are the words of a gentleman?” Edward barks out, he steps forward, tilting his chin up just slightly, “from the first moment I met you, your arrogance and conceit, your selfish disdain of the feelings of others, made me realize that you were the last man in the world I would ever be prevailed upon to marry”.
Stephen recoils as though slapped, he takes a step back and then another, his face pales considerably as he raises his hand to pinch his nose briefly before lowering it slowly. 
“Forgive me,” he says eventually, the words so soft Edward nearly misses them, “for taking up so much of your time,” he tilts his head slightly towards Edward before turning abruptly on his heel, stalking down the steps and back the way he had come. 
Edward stands there, breathing heavily, ignoring the sharp sting and heat behind his eyes as he blinks back frustrated tears. 
Damn him. 
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Hours later once Edward had made his way back to Rosings, walking through the mud and the rain, considering the shouting match that had taken place over and over, the words play on a terrible loop in his mind. 
Chrissy helps him change out of the cold sopping wet clothes, and starts a fire in the guest room, he ignores the diatribe that Jason begins, gesturing with his bible and at the deluge that continues outside. Edward sits numbly at their kitchen table until Chrissy takes him by the arm back to his room. 
He tells her everything, every terrible word, every excuse Stephen lobbed at him while he was gone. Chrissy listens patiently, holding his hand in her smaller ones as he speaks. 
“Once I started I couldn’t stop, the words were coming out like bile,” he mutters listlessly. Chrissy wrinkles her nose and stands up from the end of the bed, she crosses over to the small desk against the wall. There atop the glossy brown surface, sitting in the soft glow of the brass candelabra is a letter. 
She grabs it with soft hands and walks back towards the bed where Edward is perched curiously.
“He came by earlier,” Chrissy says simply, holding out the paper, “said this was for you, hoped it would clear the air a bit”.
Edward takes it, the letter feels heavy in his hands as he smooths shaking fingers over the seam of the paper and the small wax seal. 
“I’ll leave you to it,” Chrissy whispers as she squeezes his shoulder briefly before making her way back to the door, letting it close softly behind her. 
Edward takes a deep breath and cracks the seal, unfolding the papers as he begins to read. 
‘I'm not going to renew the sentiments which were so disgusting to you, but to address the two offenses you have laid against me. 
I had not long been in Hertfordshire before I saw that Miss Buckley preferred your eldest sister. I observed my friend's behavior attentively and I could perceive that her partiality for Miss Munson was beyond what I have ever witnessed in her. 
Yet when I observed your sister, I detected no symptom of peculiar regard, and witnessed only the family's coarse appetite for having their children married favorably. And so in London, perhaps erroneously, I persuaded her of the unfitness of the match, citing your sister's coolness towards her. It would not have been the first time her heart had been trampled.          
It was unknowingly done and though the motives which governed me, may to you appear naturally insufficient, they were done to protect my closest friend. 
Edward rolls his eyes and scoffs but continues reading.
As to the other more serious matter.
As you may not know, my sister, Maxine was adopted as a babe. My parents had always wanted a girl and were not able to conceive a second time. They did, with their wealth and power, manage to find a baby to bring home with no questions asked. 
I loved her from the moment she came home. She was my sister, she was ours.
What I’m sure Mr. Hargrove has neglected to tell you, is that he came to us out of the blue claiming a familial relationship to Maxine. Demanding money for his silence, to continue the narrative that the Harringtons had no skeletons in their closets, nothing to hide. 
My parents would pay him to the tune of $3000 so he could do as he wished, fritter it away on drink and gambling, but silently. 
At first.
Over the years he demanded more money, always more, he was a leach whose thirst was never quenched.
Eventually, at their wits end my parents told him it was over, Maxine was nearly fifteen and they were ready to tell her about her origins. Hargrove would have nothing to hold over their heads if the secret was out. 
But perhaps the worst part was that this man, this stranger, had never really been related to Maxine at all. He had been a records clerk in London and stumbled onto the entire plot, sheer terrible circumstance brought this vile man into our midst.
No, and we had found out this appalling truth upon discovering that he had connived a relationship with my sister whom he had persuaded to be in love with and nearly made her consent to an elopement. All under our noses. 
At this, Edward nearly drops the letter, he quickly scrambles to grab the paper, bringing it back up to the light. Oh Gods.
His prime objective all this time had been to obtain her inheritance of thirty thousand pounds.
Upon this discovery we nearly killed each other, the only thing stopping the whole mess was Maxine. I will forever regret that she had to see such violence. 
I was lucky enough to persuade my sister of her folly. I hope that this goes some way to mitigate my behavior in your eyes. If you doubt my word please have it confirmed by my cousin Colonel Byers.’
The last page falls on the bed, away from Edwards shaking hands. He presses his fingers into his eyes until white sparks dance across his vision. 
He doesn’t know what to make of this. 
How could he?
Let me know what you think! (special shout out to @flowercrowngods for bouncing a few ideas around about this!)
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darkphilosophies · 6 months
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A Court Of Fire and Desire
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When vipers intertwine, And poison pours like honey, Flames shall burn divine, The emerald will meet the ruby. Only then shall stars align, The dagger to paint him bloody.
Eris Week Day 6 : Arranged Marriage
First Chapter now on AO3
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heretherebedork · 2 years
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It's officially enemies to lovers season! Featuring:
Mafia boss and reluctant bodyguard! Rich snobby CEO and food stall owner turned chef! Prideful chef and perpetually annoyed food critic! Rejected nurse and obnoxious new surgeon! Former love interest and the guy who still likes him but can't admit it! Laundromat divorced father and the bartender at the bar below him! Ex-friend and competitive basketball player! Rich city kid and the friend of the domestic helper! Tailor and agoraphobic rich man!
It's raining enemies to lovers! @absolutebl Tis the season to hate your partner... apparently?
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biaswreckmepls · 2 months
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Fan-Chosen BTS fics #2 - Feb 2024 - Day 1
Bunk Buddies
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25168018/chapters/60989326
Author: TheFlyingHummingbird
Rating: Mature
Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin
Status: Completed
Chapters: 3/3 (56654 words)
Tags: Summer Camp AU
Summary:
Jungkook is absolutely shameless and Jimin doesn’t know how to handle that. Especially not when they’re sharing a room, not to mention a bunk bed, at summer camp and Jungkook won’t stop touching himself and moan in the top bunk every single night.
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25168018/chapters/60989326
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jheqiawrites · 11 months
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Some cover art for my collaboration with Cass! Check us out on Ao3!
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After All This Time || Chapter Six
Aaron Hotchner x Reader
Word Count: 1,086
CHAPTER WARNINGS: angst i suppose, mention of the injury but nothing really bad i don't think.
A/N: I don't know if anyone actually reads the author's notes on this story, but I'M SO SORRY. I didn't mean to be gone for so long and I kept seeing new notifications about people liking this or wanting to be added to the taglist and ugh. I'm sorry, please forgive me. but here's chapter six!
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The next few days went by slowly, and though Hotchner had made an effort when he had the team stay, he never once sat with you in the hospital room. Once you were cleared to fly, the team piled back into the jet to go back to Virginia. Derek had taken your bag for you since you weren't supposed to lift anything over ten pounds.
"Thanks, Derek. I could have carried it you know." You tell him with a small smile as you sit down on the bench, holding a hand against the bandage on your hip as you did.
He sets the bag beside your feet and winks, "I know, Mamas. Hang tight."
You nod as JJ comes to sit beside you and she says, "You look terrible, Y/N."
Letting out a soft laugh, you reply, "Well, gee, thanks for the warm greeting." You look at her and she smiles nervously. "I'm so tired." You admit to her, blushing slightly.
She pats your thigh and says, "I bet. Get some rest. And for the record, I would have done the same thing at the barn."
Nodding, you smile slightly and close your eyes, realizing as you did that the only spot for Hotch to sit would be across from you. Sighing to yourself, you close your eyes and lean your head back against the wall of the plane behind you. You fall asleep in minutes, not even registering that he had sat down across from you.
About twenty minutes into the flight, there is some turbulence and Hotch looks up at you, wanting to make sure you weren't being jostled too much. Your position had shifted though, and he could tell by looking at your face that it was subconsciously hurting you.
"Oh, L/N." He whispered to himself as she stood up and crossed the short distance to where you were sitting. He moves you slowly, being careful not to wake you up as he sits you up against the side of the couch, not wanting your bullet wound to be aggravated.
Emily sends a knowing look towards you, despite you not being able to notice it, and Derek's eyes harden as he watches carefully. The team all exchanges looks as Hotch tucks a piece of hair behind your ear before sitting back down and going back through the case files for the fifth time.
When the jet lands about two hours after that, JJ wakes you up and grabs your bag, walking in with you.
"You know..." she starts carefully, "Hotch seems to be a lot softer with you than the rest of us." "What?!" You would choke on your water if you were drinking any. "What the hell are you talking about?" You ask her, clearly thinking she'd snapped and gone crazy.
JJ smiles slightly to herself and says casually, "You were leaning in your sleep and your face pinched like you were uncomfortable. Hotch straightened you out and brushed hair behind your ear." She looks over at you with a contained smile and shrugs, "He hasn't ever done that to me or Emily is all I'm saying."
As you walked with JJ, you saw Hotch hanging back and frowned. Replaying the conversation from the hospital in your head, it makes you angry. He hadn't ever apologized. Stopping where you were walking, you waited for him to be beside you before limping quickly to try and keep pace with him.
"Hotchner. I have a question." You tell him, internally grateful that he slows down a bit to meet your normal pace.
"Speak."
"Why?" You say to him, that being the beginning of your question.
Hotch turns and gives you a look, "Agent, do you need to be re-admitted? Speak because-"
"No. Why, do you hate me? I've been thinking about it since I got shot because honestly, that's where I think you are, isn't it? You hate me, and I want to know why." You think for a moment and then say, "Why were you so adamant that I did the wrong thing on the case? You have a child, a young boy, so shouldn't that have been your very first instinct?"
Hotch's glare hardens and he opens his mouth to speak, but you say, "Wait," and then keep going. "It was my first instinct and I don't have a kid. "Why did you ever think the debrief should go right when it did? Just, why?! You would have done the same thing if you were that close and could!"
You were getting emotional at this point and you had just made it into the bullpen.
Hotch had had enough of your back-talk and your attitude and said, "You're being a brat, Agent L/N."
"Excuse m-"
"No, now YOU shut up and listen. You don't know anything about my family and I suggest you stop pretending that you know anything about me." His glare is like steel that stabs right through you.
Holding your composure as much as you could, you turn and walk away, limping heavily as every step sent pain through your abdomen. You slid into your seat and slammed your hand on your desk, burying your head in your arms as you cried overwhelmed tears.
Hotch stands where he was, his glare following you as you collapsed into the desk and even still watching as your shoulders shook with silent tears. He felt a stab of something. Guilt maybe? But it was closer to sadness or regret. He was the reason you were crying. He rubbed a hand across his face and sighed as he let his expression soften just a bit.
He walks over to your desk area and says, "Agent. Look up."
You wipe at your eyes and look up with fire in them, "What? You wanna see me cry too? Was it-"
"You're too emotional right now to be active. Go home. Take tomorrow and Sunday off, be back in on Monday."
"No-"
"Go, Y/N."
You were a bit thrown off by the use of your first name, so you nod and stand up, grabbing your go bag which didn't have much since your bloody clothes had been thrown away. Walking out the door you look down to shield your eyes from your watching teammates.
You look in Penelope's office on your way and sigh in relief that she isn't there. Popping in, you look half-heartedly for the paper you'd been searching for.
You find it and walk out with a resignation form.
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cloudofbutterflies · 2 years
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You log onto AO3. You open up the tag for your favorite ship. You sort by kudos. There is a 200k, completed fic tagged Found Family, Enemies to Lovers, and Mutual Pining. 
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greykolla-art · 8 days
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Alastor: “Now, let’s talk about literally anything else please!”
Me: “Good! Cause I don’t know where you went so I can’t go further with this!😂”
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elainiisms · 1 year
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i want you carnally *shoves a knife into your abdomen*
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Behold! The Seventh Score. A wlw romance about two rival thieves who have more in common than they think. Layla and Rivka learn to get along under the cut!
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If you enjoyed this you'll probably like my other queer comics.
Tips are always welcome and appreciated on my Ko-fi! Comics are a labor of love and take a ton of time, thanks for enjoying!
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artofdyingslowly · 1 year
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enemies to lovers but with myself
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inkstaindusk · 2 years
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knight/lord ships are like. what if i would die for you. what if i wanted you to live for me. what if i wanted to touch you but could only be satisfied with being near you. what if i could touch you but only through the safety of our gloves. what if i couldn’t stop thinking about you right next to me. what if i bloodied my hands for you and never looked back at the wreckage. what then
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morrahart · 8 months
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The bestest girl Karlach
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