#// pierce don't say that with a killer on the loose

[veraghost]

𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙄 𝙇𝙊𝙊𝙆 𝙊𝙉 𝙔𝘼 ! - 𝙅𝙐𝙅𝙐𝙏𝙎𝙐 𝙆𝘼𝙄𝙎𝙀𝙉

an upcoming exam can be stressful, especially when you have a hard time with memorization. lucky for you, your boyfriend seems to have a solution.

𝙋𝘼𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂: camboy!choso x innocent gf!reader

𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂!! 𝙈𝘿𝙉𝙄: fem!reader, established relationship, piercings, choking, overstimulation, detailed body descriptions, dirty talk, pet names, recording

𝙒𝙊𝙍𝘿 𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙏: 3.5k

a/n: installation one of my first series, loosely based (aka one lyric) off of this song by Ariana Grande. i wrote this after a 7 hour shift + a nap, so i apologized if i missed anything proofreading, happy reading xoxo, lex

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𝙇𝙀𝙎𝙎𝙊𝙉-𝙊𝙉𝙀.𝙈𝙋4

there are often times at university when you have questioned why you chose to become a nurse, especially when it comes to studying for biology exams. in the past, you've found ways to memorize the majority of what's given to you, walking into each assessment prepped and prepared, knowing you've done your best and you'll most likely receive an amazing grade. however, as you walk into your apartment, you don't even know where to begin. biology was never your strong suit, especially when it came to navigating people's bodies, finding small veins and understanding certain placements. the silver lining of your current situation, you had just under a month to prepare before the exam day, which meant time to create study sheets and cue cards to practice with.

as you set your bags down on the kitchen island with a deep sigh, you begin to piece together everything you need to do, the list slowly piling up in your head. "everything okay?" your boyfriend asks you, walking into the kitchen. you assume he was filming content in his room while you were gone to class, seeing as though he walks out of the bedroom in nothing but sweats, and judging by the look of it, his fans will be happy with what he's recorded. "yeah, no, i don't know choso, i forgot how killer biology was" you respond, utterly confused on how you should feel. sitting down on the barstools surrounding the table, head in your hands, you grab your ipad from your bag and begin writing your to-do list.

the list is extensive and almost all-consuming, as you take in everything. leaning over your frame, choso is reading the list, eyes trailing down the screen, brows slowly rising as he realizes just how much you have to deal with. "damn, that's... a lot", he says, looking down softly at you, "what do you think you're gonna start with?". you debate in your head, genuinely wondering what to do. "probably start with the bigger stuff, that seems smart right? begin with broad topics and slowly get more specific as i understand the content." you decide, finding a starting point to your dilemma. choso hands you a plate with apple slices, yogurt and granola, with a simple smile, before settling himself on the couch a few feet away from you.

"so, what're you starting with then? i mean there's a bunch of large topics, might as well pick one and start as soon as possible" you hear him say, taking a bite out of his own food. glancing at you hunched over the island. "probably mapping the body for veins, where's safe to place needles is iv's," you say, tracing your own arms as you speak, "and then i'll move onto bodily reactions to certain things, mostly if the body rejects a needle or medication, and how it'll affect the patient."

placing your plate in the sink, satiated for now, you saunter over to the couch, sitting in the spot next to choso. "were you filming while i was gone?" you ask, eyeing him up and down before he nods. "at least i was trying to, i have no ideas and don't wanna just show me jerking off and that's it you know, i got popular for doing more than that, but i'm running out of ideas." he replies, looking just as defeated as you did a second ago. it's understandable tho, he's been at it nonstop for months, and the fruits of his labour have been nothing but rich, being able to pay for rent while also saving for his own degree.

the room falls silent for awhile, a comfortable silence as you begin to trace your arms, struggling to find your own veins. choso is watching you, following your finger up and down your arms. you catch notice of this, and also of how pale your boyfriend is, an idea popping into your head.

"choso... could i use you to study?" you ask him, innocent eyes looking into his. "i mean, look at your arms, i can see almost every vein without having to even squint, your the perfect candidate to help me ace this exam" you continue, basically pleading with him to agree. you can tell he's debating in, listing the pros and cons in his head. you know he doesn't like physical affection much, especially when dealing with his own assignments, but he'd be doing you such a big favour. he shrugs before putting his plate on the coffee table next to him, before pulling you onto his lap.

"i'm assuming this is a yes, baby?" you say, shifting a bit in his lap to get comfortable. a light sigh is heard from your boyfriend, before he agrees, letting your fingers go up and down his arms. you move the short sleeves of his t-shirt exposing his shoulders to you, letting you see more of him. "can you take this off, it keeps falling back off your shoulder, plus then i can use my supplies to make little marks to show where i could put needles and everything into a patient" you say, slightly tugging at the bottom of his shirt, before he pulls it off completely.

fuck, you thought, forgetting just how strong your boyfriend was. although he doesn't look it choso was built. big arms that help you carry groceries into the apartment, big shoulders hiding under every shirt he owns, and a perfect set of abs to top everything off. blushing lightly, you thank him quietly before getting up and grabbing your bag, pulling out a handful of markers to begin mapping his body out. choso is sitting there silently, watching you work meticulously. this was one of his favourite parts about you, the way you fall silent in focus, looking so innocent compared to him.

it wasn't that choso was bad per say, he just looked so different from you. other than the size difference between you both, he was also into different things, his arms adorned in tattoos, a tongue piercing hiding in his mouth, and nipple piercings, his smudged eyeliner, his dark, wild hair, normally worn in ponytails or buns, let loose in the comfort of his home. in comparison to you, he looked like someone who belonged elsewhere.

the amount of moving you're doing on his lap, the friction between your bodies, the heat the proximity creates, becomes unbearable. you're so deep in thought, making sure every mark on his body is placed so perfectly, you don't even notice the growing erection in your boyfriends pants until you hear a small groan. looking at him, he grounds his hips into yours, making a red blush appear on your face.

"i'm sorry baby, i know but you're just so pretty on top of me, i couldn't help it." choso says, sounding so honest, as if he wasn't the one who pulled you onto his lap a half hour ago. "please just give me a kiss, i promise i'll let you go back to work afterwards" he says, tilting your chin before leaning in, a small peck on your lips. one turns into two, then three, and before you know it, the marker has fallen into his lap, choso's holding your waist, and there's not a thought in your head.

breaking the contact between your lips with a sigh, you try and find your marker, lifting off choso's lap just enough to hunt for it. looking around frantically, you feel a pulse between your legs, then another, and another. you realize this feeling isn't going away any time soon, and neither is choso's fully grown erection, still painfully stuck in his sweats. giving up on your hunt, you place all your weight back onto your boyfriend, hearing him suck in a breath.

"baby, remember how you said you needed to study bodily reactions?" he asks you curiously, moving you slightly, hands gently on your helps. you nod silently, knowing if you open your mouth it'll only be moans from how sinful he feels underneath you. "do you think - just maybe - some reactions are like this?" he says, before pushing you further into his lap, letting you feel every inch that's hiding under layers of clothing. you let out a light moan, wanting nothing but more, more of him, more of this.

"i mean probably, right?" you respond, before feeling another grind into your core, riling you up even more. choso smiles, so kindly at you while giving you another drag against his lap. lifting you up, he starts walking you both to the bedroom, placing you down gently on the bed, standing between your legs.

"cho, i..." you start, not knowing how to bring this up to him. even though you and choso have known each other since freshman year of uni, you started dating after becoming roommates. originally, you lived with a few of other friends, before moving in together a handful of months after getting together.

"what baby, if you don't want this we don't have to-"

"i'm a virgin", you tell him hiding your face from his gaze, "actually i haven't done... anything with anyone," you say. god you wanted to die in this moment, basically ruining the entire mood. if only you had kept your mouth shut. choso is silent, making you even more nervous.

"oh baby, why didn't you tell me sooner? we've been dating for months and yet this is the first time you've bothered to say something." he replies after a few beats, grabbing both your cheeks so delicately, wiping the tears that started to well in your eyes from panic. you breathe a sigh of relief, thankful you chose someone so soft and loving. "i didn't want you to look at me differently, i mean, all of our friends have done it, except for me. as much as they love me i know they probably judge me for it, and i didn't want that to be you." you say, tears coming back just as quickly as they were wiped away.

"no, no, sweetheart, never. i chose you as you are, no matter the past, you have or the things that i still don't know, you're my baby." he says, bringing your head to his stomach, your arms wrapping around his waist. you can still feel his erection to your surprise, thinking the moment was over. "i don't mean to ruin this moment, but did you want to..?" he trails off, looking at you with something in his eyes, something dark and almost primal. and truthfully you do, you trust choso so much, he would never hurt you.

"baby i need to hear you say it, i need to know you fully want this" he says, voice sounding so raw, like he's holding himself back from just pouncing on you.

"yes choso, i want to, wanna feel good. but can we go... slow?" you reply, still feeling a bit jittery. it's not that you didn't want to fuck choso, you knew he was good in bed, the hundreds of fans he has on twitter speaks for itself, but this was different, this was personal.

"of course baby, anything for you." and then it's back on like nothing ever happened in the first place, he's leaning over to capture your lips in a kiss, gentle yet consuming, making all thoughts wander out of your head. pushing you further onto the bed, leaning you back against the pillows, his weight a comforting, before something shifts. the kisses become more frantic, and then animalistic, both of you just tongue and teeth, hands roaming everywhere, his hands on your waist, then to your hips before moving to the hem of your shirt, slightly tugging to up.

breaking the kiss, you throw your shirt somewhere on the floor before pulling him back to you, hungry for more of this, more of him. choso is just as hungry as you, grabbing and groping every inch of skin he can get to, before moving his kisses to your jawline and down your neck, kissing every square inch of you. the kisses turn into nips, and then he's sucking a hickey into your neck, one that's sure to come out dark and pretty, adorning your beautiful skin. upon feeling the slight sting, you let out a gasp, learning something new about your body.

"fuck baby, you bruise so easily, so simple to mark you as mine." he mumbles mindlessly, before making a second further down near your collarbone, and another right on top of one of your breasts. he seals each mark with a kiss before sitting up and unbuttoning your jeans, throwing them on the floor to join your shirt. "is this ok? do you wanna stop at all?" he asks, making sure your still set on this.

instead of answering, you grab his face before pulling him down for another kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist, letting him feel the heat thats coming from your core. his hands start to play with your panties, before slowly slipping them off your legs along with your bra.

he sits up, taking in you, completely naked, so fucking pretty.

"hey, don't stare for too long, but thank you, cho" you say, a sheepish smile on your face before your arms start to try and hide yourself from him, getting embarrassed from his stare. "don't you dare hide yourself from me baby, not when i'm gonna make you feel so good." he says, pulling your arms away and pinning them down by your head. he fits both your wrists into one of his hands before lightly tracing your body before reaching your pussy.

"oh baby, look at her, she's basically begging for me to touch her." he says, basically to himself, before putting one finger to your entrance, feeling just how wet and messy you are, hours worth of teasing finally building up to this. "you better pay attention, this is how to body reacts to pleasure", reminding you on what got you into this position, before taking his finger and tracing around your clit, making you gasp. "oh so sensitive, haven't even touched you properly yet" he notes, before finally rubbing your clit, slowly, watching your reaction.

your so quiet, almost shy to show him your pleasure, not wanting to sound slutty. he's treating you so carefully, a drastic change to how he was kissing you just a few minutes ago. he's tracing your entrance again now, gaging how you react to his slow push past the first rings of muscle, and your gasping again, back arching up in pleasure as your eyes close. it doesn't hurt, but feels weird. his middle figure fully sat in you before it pulls back, leaving you empty.

he watches your face, before plunging his finger back in again, eliciting a small moan from your lips, before getting another, and another. you understand now why your friends won't shut up about sex, it feels so different, and yet so fucking good. you can feel something in your stomach, feeling so good and warm, and as choso continues his magic, the feeling slowly builds.

choso isn't even doing that much, he doesn't even say anything, so in awe of your reactions to the simplest ministrations. when you seem comfortable with one, he adds a second, and that's when he sees your body react so wholly, a louder moan coming from you, he speeds up, allowing you to feel everything. and god, you look gorgeous, eyes tightly shut, back slightly arched from the bed, mouth open, moans and sighs of pleasure falling from your lips. his other hand has long since discarded you wrists, allowing you to claw at his shoulders and back as he decides to test the waters a bit more.

he lets his hand wander a bit, not wanting to make his actions to obvious, before speeding up a little more and stopping his hand on your neck, thumb and fingers resting lightly on your pulse points. you don't even notice when he tightens his grip on your neck a bit, so caught up in the pleasure, his thumb finding your clit, and that's when you wake from your trace. eyes opening wide, a loud gasp coming from your mouth.

"feels good, doesn't it baby? didn't even notice me choking your pretty little neck. my pretty girl, so overwhelmed she doesn't even know what to do" he says, a small pout on his face before tightening his grip a bit more.

"feels so g- good, wanna feel like this forever cho, just y- you and me never leaving this room." you moan, dumb off his fingers "can you go even tighter? feels so goooood" eyes rolling into the back of your head when he fulfills your request. he's so focused on you, completely forgetting about his own erection, you just look so angelic. he adds a third finger, noting the little twinge of pain that shows up on your face, keeping his pace nonetheless. the strange sensation thats your stomach becomes so much more prominent, and you can feel yourself losing control.

"awh baby, are you gonna cum? gonna cum all over my fingers like a good girl? yeah c'mon, cum for me, get my fingers all messy" he ebbs you on, watching as pleasure consumes you completely, body spasming and exhaustion paints your face. when you open your eyes, you see choso sitting up between your legs, fingers in his mouth. "you're so sweet baby, it's fucking intoxicating, wanna taste you" he says, licking every inch of his fingers clean.

"can i taste you baby? i'll be extra gentle with how sensitive you must be. came so prettily on my fingers for me" he says, slowly moving his lips to yours, letting you taste yourself slightly on his tongue, before he's trailing his lips down again, taking a your nipple into his mouth. you gasp, body jolting upwards from his piercing, cold on your skin.

his lips trail down, down down, until his head is right between your thighs, looking up at you so innocently, silently asking if he can taste you, and you silently respond.

everything is so much more enhanced, if you weren't sensitive before, you definitely are now. as his tongue circles your clit, piercing creating such a strange sensation, your hands fly straight to his hair, moaning. "oh cho, feels so good, makin' me feel so good fu- fuck!"

you can feel him smile before he takes your clit fully into his mouth, letting a finger circle your entrance yet again. everything is so hazy, your eyes blurry, mind foggy, and yet you wouldn't have it any other way. he's so loud, sucking and licking at you so obscenely making such a fucking mess. he's so obsessed on you and your release, he doesn't even notice his hips rutting into the bed beneath him, solely focused on making you cum on his tongue.

it takes you a fraction of the time to cum again, and has he tastes you fully for the first time, he moans, groaning when your release coats his tongue, and it's good that he cums, right in his pants. he's so drunk off your pussy, you have to push his heaad away from your pussy, wanting more, wanting to memorize how good you taste on his tongue. it's only when he's finally straight in the head he feels so sticky his pants feel, silently cursing under his breath.

"fuck baby, why didn't we do this sooner?" he asks you with a laugh, pulling you onto his chest after finding you a shirt to put on, and new pants for him. everything is so calm now, hearing his heartbeat, the faint lub-dup echoing in his chest. you shrug, genuinely not knowing why you didn't let anything to further than kissing if you knew it would be like that.

you both sit in comfortable silence for a bit, before an idea comes to your boyfriends head. "baby, why don't we record ourselves when we do this?" he asks you, eyes bright and brows raised.

"why the fuck would we do that?" you say, sounding a bit meaner than you meant to. i mean, the boy in front of you just made you cum, twice, and now wants to make porn to post to his twitter of it?

"no baby, so that you can use it to study" he says, and you come to the realization you said that aloud. you ponder. it for a bit, not a horrible idea. you'd have a visual to study off of, and could use the videos to draw diagrams of the body for different tests and assignments, while also leaving timestamps at certain points to describe how something felt for your upcoming exam.

"sure, why the fuck not? we're young, and it's not like anyone else is gonna see these" you say, looking at him for approval. "right, it's a win-win, i get to make you cum, and you get to learn about the human body and all of it's amazing sensations." he replies, reaching out a hand for you to shake. sealing the deal with a firm handshake, you both grow silent before falling asleep, still on choso's chest.

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[dollya-robinprotector]

You can answer this whenever, or never, if you don't want to! But can I ask for advice on how you come up with outfits? I saw the one with Nyan and Kariya's protest outfits not too mention the ones you come up with on your own.

They're all just so pleasing to the eye, and I need to know your secret!!! or tips or anything!!! 🙏🙏🙏

I guess all I can say is you gotta see a lot, save it to your memory, and know how to do some mix-match.

If you take a look at the Galery section in my commission info web, you'll see nothing I've done to the PCs comes even a bit close to what I actually design for commission or work. The style, I mean. So if you want to draw clothes or characters with simple but still pleasing designs, I think it's safe to say just do whatever you like. My PCs wear only black and white because I like those colors. Lyah wears glasses because I like men with glasses, he has his sleeves rolled up because I like men when they roll their shirt sleeves up. Lya's dress top is skimpy because I like to draw soft boobs spilling out of the hem of clothes. Kariya wears virgin killer because I like bare back and side boobs, etc... Do what you like most. Then you'll know how to make them pretty.

Or... if you want to be more complicated, let's say, hoyoverse or onmyouji or Square Enix level, even Love Nikki level of complicated, then you must really add as many things as possible to your image library. I don't know how to actually say this, it's hard to put into words, but just keep finding references and keep drawing.

Motifs and tropes are something to learn too. For how insect wings and flowers will make you think of fairy or natural, while clocks or gears remind you of steampunk.

How to make a female character look like a mommy? What kind of mommy are we talking about? The "ara ara" type? By making their figure look more round and plum, making their hair loose or more silky with a long dress and apron, and making them always have their palm to cup the side of their face, and tilt their head a little... Things like that. Sometimes stereotype is a good way to start your design game.

Or how to tell if a character is a young brat? Spiky hair, missing teeth with bandages here and there, maybe a tattoo or some piercings with sloppy clothes? Butttttt when you look closer they always have, maybe, some cute stickers on their belongings? Maybe because they have a lil sibling and they have a soft side for that sibling? Yeah, sneak in some easter egg here and there. It's fun when people notice an Easter egg and hopefully, that could lead to questions or discussion between your fans!

[eyesxxyou]

Peeved (Hobie Brown (Spider-Punk) x transmasc!reader

Hobie Brown x transmasc!reader

Rating: mature

Word count: 2k

synopsis: Hobart Brown gets or your last nerve, with his "fuck all" attitude and disregard for your practice times. But you have to admit, you love his hands

warnings: fingering, some second hand embarrassment, hobie praising/teasing reader, hobie being a little shit as always, humping, kinda rushed but I did my best

Enjoy!

“He’s late…again.” You deadpan, checking the time for the third time in just under 20 minutes. “He always does this. Remind me why we haven’t kicked him out of the band yet?” You look to your drummer, who lays upside down off the side of your couch because she knew Hobie would be about an hour or so late like he always is. You could always count on him to never show up on time.

"Because," your drummer says, "no one can play the guitar like he can. You know he's killer at it." It's true and it annoys you that it is. You can't replace him, definitely not at a time like this. You have a gig a week away and even that won't whip him into shape and force him to get his act together, at least for this.

"I can play the guitar…good enough to do his part at least." You cross your arms, kicking a loose shirt you had on the floor under the couch before sitting down. Frustrated at your guitarist, you slouch into the mangy couch.

"You can sing, play the bass, and the lead at the same time." She glances at you from behind messy streaks of eyeliner and long lashes. "Why didn't you enlighten us with this information before? Who knew you were such a talent, Y/N?"

You rolled your eyes at her. "Oh, fuck you."

It was then that Hobie decided he would grace you with his presence, coming barreling through the window with his guitar swinging behind his back. "Yo." The nonchalant in his voice pisses you off. You stand up and once again, like you are every time, reminded by how much shorter you are than him. He's tall, thin, lean, lanky. Overall pretty but he'd probably knock someone's head off if they called him that. It was a shame, in different circumstances, he'd be just your type.

"And where the hell have you been?"

Hobie looks you right in the eyes with a smirk playing across his pierced lips. "Places." You know he's being vague on purpose to get a rise out of you and for a moment it works. "I told you what time to be here."

"I don't believe in consistency, love." He shrugged and for a moment you thought you might jump on him and try to tear his face off. "Well you better find your belief in it before I make you test your belief in whether God exists or not."

"Could you two get a room already. You're this–" she punched her fingers together, " close to vigorously making out with each other." You glare at her and she just smiles and blows you a kiss from her darkly lined lips.

"Let's not waste time then since you're so determined to get through practice." Hobie slips past you, his hands on your waist to put to the side before he swings his guitar to the front. You can't believe there was a time where you had a crush on him. A time where you would lavish over a touch like that, think about it late into the night, trace over where this skin touched yours.

Your drummer insists that you still have a crush on him, it just presents itself differently. "No, no, you definitely still want to fuck him, you just want to angry fuck him now." You'd brush her off, roll your eyes, but never deny. Because maybe a small part of you knows you still want him.

Of course, he plays his part perfectly but refuses to admit he practiced on his own time. "I don't need to practice, just natural talent is all." So cocky, but at least he could back it up you supposed.

His fingers played skillfully over the strings, long and slender, chipped black nail polish, nails always bitten short. Maybe you were staring at his fingers for too long because before you knew it, the music had stopped.

"You missed the queue."

You blink and the moment your eyes come up, they connect with Hobie's. He's got that look in his eyes you don't like. The ones where he knows something you don't. Or rather, he knows something that you don't want anyone else to know. It's mischievous, chaotic, and terrifying.

The rest of practice goes by without much of a hitch. Hobie liked being needlessly complicated but he knew you were seconds away from bashing his head in with his own guitar so he kept his antics to a minimum. But he could see it, the way your anger was burning with something else to fuel it, the way you glared at him that looked something more like longing than anything else, the way you moved away from him when he was close, not because you didn't want to be near him, but it you were close to him any longer, you might melt into him.

"I gotta head out early today." Your drummer was already packing up when she let you know.

"What? Why didn't you let me know sooner?" You're more upset that you'll be left alone with Hobie than anything else. She only shrugged and offered a teasing little smile. Liar. She had nowhere to be. The bastard.

"Why ain't you get on her like you got on me then?" Hobie was suddenly right beside you, nudging you with his elbow until you jumped away from him. You can't remember the last time you were left alone with him. Why was he looking at you like that?

"Because I like her more than you." Your murmur as you hang your guitar up on its stand and sigh. "I'm gonna make some tea, you can get the hell out."

Hobie doubled over in laughter. "No you're not. You and I both know you can't make tea for shit, love. It's gonna be water with milk. Get over here." He grabbed your hand, and brought you closer but you were already pulling away. "Stop, Hobie. You play too much."

"What's your deal? What's your problem with me? Because you've never been so aggressive until this past year." For the first time he seemed frustrated. His jaw tightened and his eyes narrowed at you as he grew closer. Why did he seem even taller now? Why was he backing you into a corner? And why hasn't he caught on yet? You thought he had for a moment.

"You know why." You insist because there's no way he doesn't. He's too smart for that, too observant. And he confirms that with what he says next. "Then say it. Not a mind reader, love, tell me what's so wrong with me that you can't stand my very presence."

"Because you're so you, Hobie!" You didn't want to get into an argument today. The stress was already too much for you and now you had to confront all of this. "You don't care about anything at all, nothing bothers you and you definitely never bother with anything! You just let things go so easily and it pisses me off because I like that about you so fucking much!" Your finger was nearly jabbing holes through his chest. "You make me sick because I just want my lips on yours and to feel your fingers inside of me."

You didn't mean to say so much, especially not that last part. The worst part is that Hobie seemed completely and utterly unfazed by what you had said. His lips pinched to the side as he nodded and hummed softly. "Well then, if you're so sick of me–" he grabbed your waist and pulled you close. His lips were pressed against yours. He bit your lip and you let him, you moaned for him, you opened up for him, let him slip his tongue between your lips, only to find that it was pierced as well.

He placed his tongue directly against yours with all the intent to swap saliva, leave a bit of him in you. You tugged at his vest, a signal for him to remove it. Hobie slid it off his narrow shoulders and let it drop to the floor in a clatter of leather and metal.

When you pulled away, much your dismay, Hobie sat down on the couch, legs spread a comfortable amount. "Come show me how much. I'll be your punching bag for a little bit, love." He motioned you over and like he was pulling on invisible strings, you came over and straddled his lap.

Your lips connected again, sticky and sloppy with passion as you but his lip piercing once more as traced the angle of his jaw with your hand. You could feel his calloused fingertips against the waist of your shorts. They skillfully unbuttoned them before slipping his hand into your underwear. “You said you wanted my fingers, right?” Hobie murmured against your lips as the pads of two of his digits glide against your clit. You shudder softly, your fingers fisting at his shirt.

“Go ahead. Use them.” Hobie leaned back against the couch and simply watched, let you have your way with him since you’re so frustrated. You immediately began to rock against his hand, easing his fingers against your entrance. Inch by inch entered you knuckle deep. You bit your lip, staring at Hobie behind hooded eyes.

“Pretty boy. Take what you need.” Your hands are on his neck, fingers slipping beneath his choker while you rut against his hand. You let out the softest whimpers and moans, mewling with pleasure while you rubbed your clit against the palm of his hand. “Tell me what else is wrong with me, love? Go on.” Hobie curls his fingers against your silky walls that grapple him so well he might just say forget his fingers altogether and move on to bigger things. But you were enjoying yourself so much.

You bite your lip as words fail you and you whimper. “Y-you–” You’re too focused on riding his hand. If only you could see yourself. You’d be so embarrassed that you’re letting yourself go to such a degree. “You’re so cocky.” You shiver, pressing your pelvis down harder against his rough hand.

“You make…yourself too comfortable in my house.” Hobie chuckles at that one. You can feel him curling his fingers everytime you bounce. He massaged the small little place inside you that makes your vision go blurry and your eyes cross. “Fuck— Hobie.” You whine needily. “Right there.” You’re starting to feel hot in your clothes. You wanted them off. You wanted his clothes off. You wanted to feel his skin against yours.

“Saying my name all pretty like for someone who doesn’t like me, eh?” His other hand is on your waist, stroking your hips and thighs before setting in just the right position to control your hips. He can see you getting flustered, just the way you did when he called you a pretty girl. “You like that, love? You like it when I call you my pretty boy, love?” You cry out again for him.

“You’re right. I am cocky, aren’t I?” He forced you to move your hips faster and every muscle in your body trembled. “‘Cause I can really get used to a sight like this. Can’t you?” Hobie likes that way you’re completely falling apart just from his fingers. He couldn’t imagine what you would look like taking the rest of him. He could feel your walls pulsing, begging for release, to completely unravel and fall into pieces.

Your orgasm came like a tidal wave. So brutally you might as well have been torn apart and stitched back together like one of your late-night projects. It seizes your muscles, takes your over, makes you kiss him harder than ever before. Lips meet teeth, tongue, and metal all at the same time. You don’t notice Hobie slip his hand from your pants, digits coated in you.

“You still peeved with me?” He asks softly with a twinge of humor in his voice. There’s something horribly tender about his tone that isn’t usual for the Hobie you know. If you hadn’t known any better, you might have said that he liked you but he was far too inconsistent for something like a relationship. It wouldn’t last. You knew it.

"Just don't be late to practice tomorrow or I'll throw you out the damn window."

[spacexseven]

Tuna, messed up idea, but imagine thriller buddy cop comedy turned full blown yandere horror with: scapegoat! Darling based on the serial killer au. Darling just has terrible luck and gets pinned all the murders and worse thing? they wake up one day, covered in blood, in a strange place with the cold corpse of a red headed man. It takes a while for the implications of what happened to hit them and they later find out they now have mutiple abilities. Abilities they never had before. Or! maybe, this is a crappy isekai au with bad end! serial killer reader. sigma 🤝 isekai scapegoat darling - 🦄 (im thinking about random ideas too much while i should be finishing other wips and ideas.)

manga spoilers below regarding the unknown doa members and a future part of the doa's plan :) i took liberties with the extent of the book's abilities so. don't question it hfhfh

in the same universe as sk reader, but this time, reader is a stranger who has been brought into the bsd world as a pawn in fyodor's new plan. here, fyodor has broken out of meursault already. fyodor centric but implied sigma x reader and nikolai x reader

cw: murder, dark isekai, death, start of an obsession, manipulation, kind of dehumanization of reader, fyodor is Evil.

let's say things were not going according to plan. the hunting dogs had found the coin bombs in the casino, and now all eyes were on sigma and the associated members, mushitarou was out and working with ango and the ada, and the port mafia had seemingly come to help the ada too. it would only be a matter of time before kamui's identity was revealed, and that would destroy everything he's worked for thus far.

it would be easy to do as kamui says and unleash bram's infection across the population; it would only take weeks, if not days, for the virus to spread with kamui's ability in hand. but fyodor disagreed with his decision. no, there was a better way to do things. all he needed was time to distract the public and get everything back on track. if kamui's identity was revealed now...it would throw the world into chaos, yes, but not the kind he needed.

this called for his last resort.

though he hadn't told anyone, there was a little more than a side of a page left blank in the book. on the written side, he had intentionally left a very part blank on the offchance that things would stop going his way. kamui was unaware. of course, but that was for the best.

the first order of business was to ensure ango sakaguchi was dead.

his ability would prove to be too much of a hindrance since he could use it to find kamui and the others. with the information he had, he could somewhat be certain of where ango was and what he would be doing.

under the moonlight, he writes, ango sakaguchi walks down the alleyway, believing himself to be alone. suddenly, there's a strange sensation at the back of his neck; he considers turning around to face his pursuer and slowly reaches for his gun. but it's too late. the minute his hand reaches for the handle, something pierces his chest...

he can almost feel the words coming to life, twisting reality. fyodor smiles to himself as he finishes writing the last line; besides the corpse of ango sakaguchi, a person awakens. in their hand is a gun, the bullets of which match the ones inside ango. he writes about the blood splattered newcomer methodically cleaning up the scene and disposing of the body and evidence.

this person's ability allows them to take the ability 'discourse on decadence' for themselves.

it's a little bit harder to alter history, to make it so that the deaths of numerous ability users before were a result of his new subordinate's work, and give you all the power you need to be useful to him. he has to write down all the details about the deceased users so that there are no discrepancies, has to ensure the crime scenes are cleaned up but with enough clues so the implication is clear. there is a serial killer loose in yokohama, one that has been targeting ability users for almost a decade now.

the special division wouldn't be surprised that ango had become a victim; it made sense because he had been strongly involved in the case for a while now, but this also made it a priority. files about the sky casino were put on hold, and now the terrorists of the armed detective agency and the serial killer were the priority of the government.

it's funny; the special division thinks that the serial killer is working with the ada, which is why you were not caught despite the agency being aware of your presence all this time, and the ada believes you to be working with the doa. they would all be running in circles, chasing their own beliefs, with no consideration of fyodor's involvement.

nikolai brings him updates; his pawn is in a constant state of confusion and shock, and still unable to use your ability as it was intended. you're plagued by nightmares, too, and still afraid of everyone. he chides fyodor for not writing you to be a calm, composed person, so you would continue your work as fyodor intended you to, but he only had so much space. besides, he tells nikolai, pawns can be trained, too; like pets. all he needs is to offer you a home, an identity, and a life—just like he offered sigma—and you'd be eating out of his hand. what did it matter to you, after that, if a few more lives were lost as long as it guaranteed your own survival?

he arranges for documents to be made; for you to have your own job and home so that there's no suspicion about your identity, arranges for nikolai to surveil you closely and watch out for the eyes of god, lest you're caught by fitzgerald, and for sigma to gain your trust. he himself comes to let you know about all the abilities you have and helps you wield them easily

it's a shame. on paper, you were the perfect pawn—but you're too weak to act on your own yet. he doesn't mind the extra time spent, however, and he coaxes you into targeting mushitarou, whose ability would be extremely useful, but your hands still shake even when he places his over yours and directs the gun for you, and you still cry when you see the blood pooling out of mushitarou, folding in on yourself with shallow breaths. you still tremble when he asks you to use your newest ability.

you're still sniffling when he pets your head and suggests you clean up, and though you go quiet, he can tell you're still haunted by your actions when he looks at the glossy emptiness of your eyes. even after all this time, you still look conflicted when he praises you for a job well done.

it doesn't matter what you feel right now, anyway. fyodor smiles to himself when he catches sight of you slumped up against sigma, watching the other go through his customer files, because he would never let you leave. you don't have anywhere else to go, or anyone else to turn to. nobody would accept you like they have, and you knew that; even if you were so terrified that your hands froze over the trigger or you can't pull the knife out, you'd still force yourself to do it if he asks.

truly, you make for a perfect pet.

[almostpleasantrebel]

Dozens of Songs Tag Game

I was tagged by the lovely @thebiwifeonao3 for the dozens of songs tag game!!! Here’s how to play. Also I’m sorry for how much M*A*S*H is on this.

step one:

so here's the game: 12 songs you've recently listened to (include a lyric that you like maybe), 12 ships (can be solo or platonic, dw) (hard mode: from 12 fandoms???) that the songs loosely make you think of, & tag 12 people to do the same.

easy mode: do half a dozen instead idk

here's a fun idea: you could even listen to the playlist from the person who tagged you to use some/all of their song picks!!

step two:

whether you've been tagged or not, you can send an ask with the song & pairing and create a work based on the idea. And the theme of 12 is fun so could be 12 characters, words, paragraphs, chapters, anything!

profit!!! (have fun & maybe end up reading some new fic!)

Songs and ships under the read more thingy

1. XXL (LANY) — Margaret Houlihan/Lorraine Anderson, M*A*S*H

Backseat secrets we will never tell

2. Apocalypse (Cigarettes After Sex) — Margaret Houlihan/Helen Whitfield, M*A*S*H

Your lips, my lips, apocalypse

3. She Looks So Perfect (5 Seconds Of Summer) — Margaret Houlihan/Hawkeye Pierce, M*A*S*H

Your lipstick stain is a work of art

4. Only You (Yaz) — Elizabeth Corday/Anna Del Amico, ER

All I needed was the love you gave all I needed for another day and all I ever knew only you

5. At The Ballet (Kelly Bishop, Nancy Lane & Kay Cole) — Margaret Houlihan, M*A*S*H

Everything was beautiful at the ballet. Graceful men lift lovely girls in white. Yes, everything was beautiful at ballet. Hey! I was happy... at the ballet. That's why I started class... Up a steep and very narrow stairway. To the voice like a metronome. Up a steep and very narrow stairway. It wasn't paradise... It wasn't paradise... It wasn't paradise... But it was home.

6. Trouble (Kristin Hersh) — Abigail Marjorie Lockhart, ER

Trouble oh trouble can't you see you have made me a wreck now won't you leave me in my misery

7. Summer, Highland Falls (Billy Joel) — Elizabeth Corday/Mark Greene, ER

For we are always what our situations hand us

8. Miss Atomic Bomb (The Killers) — Margaret Houlihan/Trapper John McIntyre, M*A*S*H

All that I wanted was a little touch, a little tenderness and truth, I didn't ask for much, no talk about being at the wrong place at the wrong time

9. Until The World Ends (Arch Tremors feat. Lollo Gardtman) — Margaret Houlihan & B.J. Hunnicutt, M*A*S*H

And you are safe with me until the world ends

10. There Is A Light That Never Goes Out (The Smiths) — Margaret Houlihan/Peggy Bigelow, M*A*S*H

Take me out tonight where there's music and there's people and they're young and alive driving in your car I never, never want to go home because I haven't got one anymore

11. Father and Son (Cat Stevens) — Margaret Houlihan & Alvin Houlihan, M*A*S*H

How can I try to explain? When I do he turns away again It's always been the same same old story from the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen, now there's a way and I know that I have to go away I know I have to go

12. Remember Me (Lullaby) ((Gael García Bernal, Gabriella Flores & Libertad García Fonzi)) — Henry Blake/Lorraine Blake, M*A*S*H

Remember me though I have to say goodbye remember me, don't let it make you cry for even if I'm far away, I hold you in my heart I sing a secret song to you each night we are apart

Tags: @remyfire @mercysong-tardis @cuddleswinchester @allcanonisrelative and anyone else who would like to participate

[estrellamorningstar]

Cut Loose [Part 13]

Warning: Smut, NSFW, 18+

Summary: Celeste has to make a decision between The Mastermind or Carlos

Word Count: 2109

         Celeste finally makes it to the shower. Her mind is filled with so many thoughts she already knows she will have a hard time falling asleep. After the shower she lies down and waits for sleep to come, but just as she predicted it's not happening. She decides to go for a walk to clear her mind and to get rid of any residue of the adrenaline rush that Sunshine somehow didn't manage to wipe away completely. 

          The walk is pleasant. Celeste walks along her usual path, listening to the birds and enjoying the gentle warmth of the late morning sun. She tries to gather her thoughts together so they're not just a mix of Carlos and Wesker. She already knows that she's playing with fire when it comes to Wesker, but he has made her feel like she could achieve something. It certainly won't be exactly how she imagines it, but who in their right mind would say no to the most efficient Killer in the Trials? And that cursed kiss. He bought her with that kiss. 

          Her mind brings her back to Midwich; the disgusting wall and horrible noises, adrenaline rushing through her veins and the overwhelming presence of her teacher. She holds her breath as she remembers the force of the tentacle on her throat, her painful, desperate attempt to breathe as Wesker watched her come to terms with death right in front of her and then all of that fear washed away with one kiss, making her feel more alive than she has ever felt. Her train of thought gets interrupted by quick footsteps behind her.  

     ''Can we talk, please?'' Celeste turns towards the voice and sees Rebecca following her. She looks nervous, but from the few Trials Celeste has spent with her Celeste knows that she is someone that Killers don't take lightly. Celeste had witnessed Trickster get frustrated by Rebecca's escape antics, which was amusing, but cost Celeste her Trial because she couldn't stop watching. Celeste stops in her tracks and waits for Rebecca to catch up. 

     ''I'm just going to get to the point,'' Rebecca's expression is serious, but Celeste thinks that she looks so angelic that even being delivered the worst news in the world wouldn't hurt as much. Celeste knows that this is either about Carlos or Wesker. It seems like the whole house Carlos stays in have had something to do with each other in the past and they are always looking out for each other.

     ''Don't let Wesker manipulate you,'' Celeste's heart feels like it is being strangled, a small rage builds in her chest, why can't anybody leave her to make her own decisions? Rebecca notices the change in Celeste's posture and her features soften. ''There are six of us here who can tell you how demented he is.'' 

     ''I don't know what you're talking about.''

     ''Celeste... Whatever you think you will get out of this, you won't. Albert Wesker doesn't give people anything. He uses them to get what he needs and then he discards them,'' Celeste knows that what Rebecca's saying is true, but her tired mind goes back to the moment Wesker kissed her. She bites her lip as if trying to recreate the moment, his presence alone made her whole being addicted to him. ''People in power do not share power.'' 

     ''I'm here to get through the Trials, Rebecca. Whatever happens outside of the Trials is irrelevant,'' Celeste can hear her voice get high and defensive, her cheeks flush in frustration. 

     ''You will hurt everybody in the camp. When he starts asking you to throw Trials in favor of his little henchmen, what then?'' She pauses and watches Celeste with piercing eyes for a moment. The silence is deafening. ''I tried to talk to Carlos, but he isn't listening to me, he always sees good in people. You have to make a decision, Celeste, and there is only one correct answer.'' 

          ''What exactly am I choosing, Rebecca? I don't know what you think is going on, but all Wesker is doing is training me. I have not been doing well, I barely have Bloodpoints to get better gear with. I need all the help... any help I can get.'' 

     ''But at what cost?'' Rebecca dismisses Celeste with a wave of her hand and turns to walk away. She stops in her tracks and turns back to look at Celeste: ''Just do the right thing with Carlos, he's a good person, too good sometimes.'' 

Celeste leans against a tree and watches Rebecca leave. The moment Rebecca disappears out of sight she sits down and looks up at the sky. She had already made the decision to talk to Carlos after leaving the training session, but Rebecca is right, Carlos is a good person and sleeping with his enemy, figuratively speaking, is a shitty thing to do. 

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          After trying to come up with a speech in her head Celeste finally gives up and makes her way to the house Carlos stays in and slowly opens the door, hoping to make it to his room before anyone else notices, but just as she walks through the kitchen area she gets greeted by Leon, who's sitting at the counter, drinking something out of a ridiculously oversized mug. He nods at her hello, but remains as serious as always. She has never seen him smile apart from a polite smile every now and then, but she can imagine that a real smile on that man would break many hearts around the camp.

     ''Is Carlos in his room?'' Celeste asks as she approaches him. Leon shakes his head and pulls a bar seat out for her to sit on.

     ''He went somewhere with Jill, but they should be back soon,'' he stands up and pours a coffee for her which Celeste is awfully grateful for. 

     ''They're all going crazy over Wesker, you know?'' Leon watches Celeste in the same intense, interrogating way that Rebecca was doing, but she feels like he's just curious about how she's feeling and not how she will react to Wesker's name. ''They aren't able to let go of the past, but... it's not your past.''

     ''I joined this thing and nobody explained anything to me when I arrived. I'm just trying to get through it,'' Celeste confesses. She had promised herself to not be vulnerable in front of people, but lack of sleep removes all the filters she has been working hard on keeping up. Leon looks confused as she says that. 

     ''What do you mean you ''joined this thing''? It was your choice?'' 

     ''Well... yeah,'' she looks at him not quite sure why he's confused. 

     ''The rest of us are here against our will. Who brought you here?'' Leon looks more awake than he did when she saw him first, he even seems to have leaned in closer to her, as if trying to see if she's lying.

          Celeste thinks back to the Facebook click bait that she kept seeing over and over and eventually clicked on. It led her to a website that promised her a life of luxury if only she would make it through a year of an interactive simulation experiment. 

     ''The Fog... I think the company was called,'' Celeste remembers the name on top of each of the page she had to fill out. Leon's about to ask her something, but his eyes focus on something behind Celeste. His expression changes to a soft one, but then his eyes drop and Celeste can tell that his gritting his teeth. 

     ''Sorry, Celeste, I will talk to you later, '' he grabs his jacket off the seat next to him, Celeste turns her head to see who he was looking at. Ada and Jake have just entered the room. Leon walks past them without saying a word. Judging by Leon's body language Jake narrowly avoided getting a punch to the face, though Celeste is sure that if Jake had said a single word to him he wouldn't be so lucky. 

          Celeste wonders if Ada ever takes that red dress off, she hasn't seen her wearing anything else. Celeste smiles awkwardly at them. Ada seems to be annoyed about the way Leon left. They haven't been on good terms since Leon found out that Ada and Jake have been seeing each other behind his back. Although Celeste isn't quite sure what their relationship was like before that because since Celeste has known Ada she never struck her as the relationship type.

     '''Cielo,'' Celeste had been so caught up in Leon/Ada drama she didn't hear the door open. Carlos approaches Celeste and, before she can stop him, kisses her. Carlos looks at her questioningly when she doesn't return the kiss.

     ''Carlos, we need to talk,'' Celeste says softly when she notices Jill, Ada and Jake watching  them in deafening silence. Carlos nods at her, disappointment washing over his face. Celeste avoids making eye-contact with anybody and follows Carlos to his room. He motions for Celeste to sit down on the sofa and sits in front of her on the coffee table with crossed arms. 

     ''Did Rebecca speak to you?'' Carlos looks concerned. Celeste nods, but wonders what exactly Rebecca has told him, she did say to Celeste that Carlos never listens to her.

     ''She told me to be careful with Wesker. Everybody is telling me to be careful with Wesker,'' Carlos's jaw visibly clenches at the first mention of Wesker. ''I had a training session with him yesterday when you were in The Trial.'' 

     ''Training session? What... what are you talking about?'' 

     ''I met up with Wesker in the simulation,'' Celeste should have really prepared herself for this conversation, she is trying to pick her words carefully, ''He thinks my past is plain enough for me to learn to do the Trials well.'' 

     ''And you trust a Killer to teach you how to do it?'' The disbelief in Carlos's voice reflects in his eyes. ''Celeste, he's just toying with you. He will get bored of you once you're bent to his will and he gets bored of you.'' 

     ''I know what I'm getting myself into...''

     ''Do you though?''  Carlos hasn't raised his voice, but he seems to be in disbelief of what he's hearing. ''Wesker doesn't care for people he can't get something out of. Once he's done with you...''

     ''...he will discard me, yeah I heard that already.'' Celeste knows that he's right. But she is now realizing that she wants to find out by herself. ''I want to get through this, Carlos. Wesker is the key for me to get good fast. What's the worst that can happen?'' 

Carlos's expression changes to that of pure pity. He kneels in front of Celeste and places his hands on either side of her face. 

     ''I won't stop you, Cielo, but I'm here for you,'' the way Carlos is looking at Celeste makes her heart feel strangled in her chest. She was expecting him to get angry, to throw her out, she did not expect him to get soft with her. It makes it that much harder for her to muster the right words for what she's about to say.

     ''I think it's best if we don't see each other, Carlos,'' Celeste hears the words that come out of her mouth and hates how much it sounds like a teenage breakup, nonetheless, a tear forms in the corner of her eye. She's been holding tears back for a long time, but Rebecca was right, this man in front of her is good to a fault. ''What I mean is... I need to focus on The Trials, I don't have the energy for anything else right now.''

     ''Cielo...'' Carlos is searching her eyes for an answer, for an explanation, Celeste can tell that there's a debate going on behind those big brown eyes of his. ''I will be here when Wesker's done with you. Just... don't let him turn you cold... you're the only person around here who doesn't see the world for the shitshow that it really is. We need more people like you.'' 

          Carlos wipes a tear running from her cheek and stands up. They walk to the door and just before he opens the door he turns to Celeste. His hands envelop her face once more and he kisses her like he hadn't kissed her before. The words that got lost in Carlos's thoughts before are now expressed through the kiss. Celeste stands on her tip toes, indulging herself one last time. He lets go of her face and gives her an unconvincing smile: ''Something to remember me by, Cielo.'' 

[kiss-my-freckle]

Do you think Stefan and Elena are much alike that's why their relationship didn't work?

Very much so, yes. But I consider their shared heroism being their #1 killer. Elena is the type of person to sacrifice herself for her loved ones. She sacrifices herself because she doesn't want Bonnie to die in season 2. She sacrifices herself because she doesn't want Matt to die in season 3. I'm 100% certain she'd sacrifice herself for Caroline. I feel her approach to Damon in the first season is enough proof. Despite knowing how dangerous he is, she slaps the hell out of him when Vicki dies. She betrays him because she believes he'll set the other 26 vampires loose and she wants to protect Mystic Falls.

Compassion and empathy are different. Elena is the kind of person that feels the pain of others, even people who aren't close to her. That's why I often say, Stefan may not have hurt her loved ones like Damon has, but he certainly hurt her just in ripping up and down the eastern seaboard. Just listen to her talk to Alaric about it in 6x2. She feels everyone's grief in 4x2. And I do mean everyone's. When fans see scenes like Memorial, they have to know that she also feels everything Damon feels, which makes her better understand him. That's why she speaks about Damon doing everything for love in 1x13. But compassion isn't just understanding. It's the desire to act on that understanding. That's why she's speaking for April's father, constantly comforting Damon. She wants to ease the pain, get them through it, spread on the sunshine.

Stefan puts his heroism above everything. This is what happens in 2x22, and essentially why he loses Elena. He didn't have to leave town. I know fans like to believe he spent the summer with Klaus to save Damon, but he didn't. There's a truth sitting in the scene when Elena texts Stefan. He went from playing hero to save Damon to playing hero to protect Elena. That's how bad he is with his heroism. He left town with Klaus to protect her. When Damon realized what Stefan was doing, which he didn't realize until 3x2, he outwardly says as much. "He's an insufferable martyr that needs his ass kicked." Damon wasn't complimenting him, he was pissed. That's why he acted like a caveman when he came off the mountain, then turned around and took Elena to Chicago. Stefan didn't need to stay with Klaus, he was choosing to. Even when Elena begged him, this girl that is just as much a hero as he is, he refused to come home. Klaus had to bring him home. Because Stefan only comes home when Klaus brings him home... he loses Elena, and I very much mean this. Stefan went from Damon's heart to Elena's.

I consider 3x5 her un-fall. When he really lost her to Damon.

Forgiveness, denial, vampirism... Stelena shares those similarities, but they differ in degree. Elena doesn't spend 145 years denying she fell in love with Damon as Stefan did Katherine. It takes her a little less than a year to admit the truth. I know fans like to believe his denial is all due to how Katherine treated him, but no. Stefan and Elena have more parallels than people think. If he fell in love with Katherine, what does that say about him. He can be upset all he wants over the fact that he had to be compelled to drink her blood, but being compelled doesn't change the fact that he actually fell in love with a vampire. And not just any vampire. Katherine Pierce. The same vampire that had Rose and Trevor on the run for 500 years. The same vampire that sent 26 of her friends to die in a church fire. The same vampire that wanted him to kill his own brother. He fell in love with her, so what does that say about him. And it's not just Katherine. What does it say about him sleeping with Rebekah, the very girl that literally killed Elena and turned her into a vampire. Elena, who flat-out told him she never wanted to be a vampire. "I don't hurt people. I don't do that. I'm the good brother." It's the same for Elena. What does it say about her falling in love with Damon. The good sister falling in love with the bad brother. The girl people looked up to being judged because of who she loves.

Damon is different. Unlike Stefan, he hasn't lived since 1864. Fans have to know this just in listening. There is no job or home to think about for him because he built his life around Katherine. Damon spent 145 years with only one goal. That tomb was his home and opening it was his job. That's why Damon is feasting on humans in his flashbacks, while Stefan's living a human life in his. Damon has yet to live, and heroes die. He will not die unless he has to. He will not risk his life unless he has to. If he had to, he'd die for Stefan and Elena, and die for them even on his worst day. But he very much wants to live, and because he wants to live, he'll work every angle he can to make sure he does. I will say that he sorta hates playing the hero. He'd rather Elena be his equal. This has a lot to do with what he told her at the motel. He doesn't like expectations. They lead to disappointment. He won't always be the hero, the good guy. He's a vampire, a predator. He doesn't want to disappoint her specifically. Bonnie gets included in this concept with his letter later in the series, but yeah... he'd rather fight with Elena than for her. "I wish you didn't have to fight at all." And while I can appreciate Stefan's optimism, I don't agree with him in 1x12. Fighting is part of human life, and she's knowingly dating a vampire, so fighting will certainly be a huge part of her life.

Stelena's other similarities are also every bit why she's so drawn to Damon. They're opposites, but similar in their opposites, so they really complete each other. It's because he challenges her, surprises her, makes her question everything. The world isn't so black and white. It's gray. Selfishness isn't always bad and selflessness isn't always good. A right time and wrong time to put yourself first. And on that note...

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.

Sorry I pulled a long one lol

[creepypasta-archive]

Jeff The Killer: Rewritten

by Claudia

Just some rewrite i found on jtk.fandom.com, The heavily vandalized Jeff the killer dead wikia site.

CW// stabbing, bullying, blood, murder

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THE CHILD OF THE MURDERED FAMILY MISSING

After a day of the murders happening, the police announce, the child of the murdered family being a 13 year-old boy, hasn't been seen after the incident. The police suspect the murderer kidnapped him. If you've seen the child the picture shows, please contact your local police department. ---- UNKNOWN MASS MURDERER STILL ON LOOSE

After three days of the triple murder of the family and two separate murders shocking the citizens, the killer has struck again. Police say the murderer attacked his victim at 1:30 AM, apparently near the victims' home, leaving his victim unharmed. However, the victim got a severe trauma from the incident, says the police, not willing to give any further information at this point. Details haven't been revealed yet, but the police tells the citizens to be careful and to not to go out alone at night. ---- TAPES OF THE VICTIM'S INTERROGATION LEAKED

After police announcing the murderer had failed at his newest attempt to kill, the interrogation tape has leaked to the public. However, the victim's speech was hard to understand, but our reporters made their best to type it all out. I - was sleeping. When I woke up -. It was dark -, and I took my phone to see what time it was -- The light - of my phone is bright. Then I saw - it. A dark figure stood in the shadows - I couldn't see any details, but I saw a reflection of light - *victim gasps* - Took me a moment to see - it was a knife --- *victim stays quiet* 'Ms Claudia? Please, continue. ' Yes - I'm sorry. When I saw it - I reached to turn the light on - *victim gasps, remains quiet* 'miss? I have to ask you to continue.' *victim remains quiet, breathes heavily* 'miss, this is important. What did you see?' *victim mutters, then sobs* I'm - I'm sorry. I - his face. - His skin looked odd and there was -a huge grin on his face. - Piercing eyes were huge, they looked at me but he - didn't see me. He was bald, wore - black and white. *victim gasps, continues sobbing* he reeked of death. *victim's voice gets muffled up* 'Excuse me, miss, could you speak up?' *victim remains quiet, breathes heavily* ---sorry - I'm sorry. *a soft sob, and victim continues* then, I could hear him speak. - Weird voice, that said - Go to sleep ' 'Go to sleep?' '...yes - I shrieked, - and he darted towards me - raised his knife. - I reached - with the desk lamp on my hand, I hit him. - Could hear him make a noise - as he fell - still trying to cut me with the knife. I - could see his face clearly for a moment - though the light was dim. 'Do you remember any details?' - He had... Cut his cheeks - I don't think he had eyelids. - Cuts on his face seemed - infected. He seemed like - some disease personified - the smell - parts of his face were - swollen - I think his cuts were making - his flesh abscessing - rotting. I - run off, quickly, to the - neighbor's house.

Police doesn't tell whether the taped interrogation is trustworthy, but recommends anyone, who's seen a person even slightly fitting the description, to contact the local police. ---- The days in the new neighborhood hadn't gone too well. Jeff himself had been feeling slightly sick, and he and his brother Liu had both been picked on by the local kids. Actually, they were both in the front of their foes right now.

"Listen here you little punk, give back my bro's wallet or else," Jeff growled, staring at the kid who had introduced himself as Randy.

"Oh? And what will you do?" Randy asked, smirking snarky.

The smirk disappeared quickly under Jeff's fist, and turned into a grimace as Jeff grabbed his wrist, twisted, and heard a crack. Jeff felt Randy's wrist bones breaking, but his expression didn't change. He just threw the kid off, ready to take out Randy's friends. One quick, smooth move, and Keith had a knife stabbed down to the bone of his arm, another smooth move forced Troy on his knees, trying to gasp for breath as his breakfast came out through his mouth and nose.

"Jeff, how'd you?" Liu whimpered, staring at his brother. Jeff just frowned, tilting his head to a direction. Their bus was coming, and without a word, the boys knew that they'd need to run, as they thought that'd be a way for them to avoid the consequences. They arrived soon to the school, both leaving to their own classes. Liu was scared, thinking of what his brother had done. He could still hear the crack Randy's wrist had made, and the cry that the boy let out. On the lunch break, Liu went out, took his shoes off and rubbed them on the ground. The image of Troy's puke splashing on his shoes had come into his mind to stay there, sharp and clear. Jeff, then again... he seemed calm. Happy, even. The sick feeling that he had had on the morning had disappeared.

He smiled by himself, feeling a weird mix of disgust and pleasure under his chest. Jeff was excited; hurting others like that... it was nasty, ill-spirited... but he liked it anyway. Maybe it was the disgust that made him enjoy it so. Every single detail his senses and mind had gathered during the fight... they made him feel good. The idea of that he felt good because he had defended his brother never crossed his mind. Jeff let out a soft giggle, and as if he had heard it, Liu shivered. Even at home, he told his parents It was a wonderful day, when they asked how his day was. Jeff was feeling calmer than for the whole time they'd been living in the house. The next day ruined it. Two policemen came to their house, telling Jeff's mother what had happened. Liu took the blame on his shoulders, and even though Jeff tried to tell the truth, the policemen took Liu away. Jeff cried, yelling at his brother to tell the cops the truth... for nothing. Now, Jeff was all alone his room, not willing to leave his loneliness. He felt how sorrow and guilt ate him from inside. He couldn't look at his parents. Knowing the truth, that he was the one in response of what happened, he suffered.

"Jeff, it's the day," his mother chirped, opening the curtains of Jeff's room.

"What, what's today?" Jeff mumbled the question, his throat still sore from crying and not talking.

"Why, it's Billy's party," his mother replied, leaving Jeff speechless for a second.

"Mom, you're joking, right? You don't expect me to go to some kid's party after..." Jeff growled under his speech. The policemen had taken Liu away just two days before, and his mother was expecting him to go to neighbor's kid's party.

"Jeff, we both know what happened. I think this party could be the thing that brightens up the past days. Now, get dressed", she said with a chirping voice and left Jeff alone. After a trouble with choosing suitable clothes, and having his parents to have few words with him, Jeff ended up wearing dress pants and a white hoodie. The three of them then went to Billy's house, and the mistress of the house shooed Jeff to go to the yard, to play with the other children. The kids were younger than him, but Jeff agreed to play with them; which he found to be a good thing. For a moment, he could forget his brother. Even if it was childish, Jeff enjoyed playing with the kids, and probably would've liked to play for a little longer than he could. It was a weird rolling noise that caught his attention, and before he had figured out what caused the noise, Jeff saw Randy and his friend with their skateboards.

"Hello, Jeff, is it? We have some unfinished business," Randy spat, staring at Jeff, his eyes flaming with anger.

"I think we're even. I beat the crap out of you, and you get my brother sent to JDC," Jeff replied, observing the boy and making a note of the kid's bruised nose in his mind.

"Oh no, I don't go for even, I go for winning. You may have kicked our asses that one day, but not today," Randy growled, darting at Jeff, pushing him to the ground powerfully, even with one broken wrist. The screams of the kids alerted the adults, who now rushed to the yard, as Jeff and Randy tried to beat each other up, and stood quickly.

"No one interrupts or guts will fly!" one of Randy's friends shouted at adults, pulling out a gun, as the other one did the same. A piercing pain slashed into Jeff's shoulder at the same moment; Randy has stabbed him with a knife. Jeff screamed, fell down on his knees, and Randy let his shoes meet Jeff's face. Three strong kicks, fourth one coming. Jeff grabbed Randy's foot, twisted, and as Randy fell on ground Jeff stood up, just to be grabbed by Troy. The fight with one against three led the boys inside the house, Jeff fighting back at moments, trying to escape from the other boy's sharp kicks then. Now, coughing blood on the floor, Randy and his friend backed up for a moment. Jeff tried to stand up, his legs trembling. Randy snarled at him, grabbed a bottle of vodka, and smashed it over Jeff's head, and yelled at Jeff. Jeff grunted, gave it a new try; this time, he stood up properly. Randy let out an angry yell mixed with weird happiness, as he dashed towards Jeff. Just a second later, Randy was on the floor, Jeff on top of him.

A blink of an eye and Jeff was punching Randy's chest, adrenaline rushing in his veins. A punch after punch, cracking sounds, Randy making a weird noise and gasping for air. Randy's ribs breaking under the powerful punches, piercing his insides with their sharp edges and letting the blood in. Gasps, as Randy tries to breathe and scream. Jeff's mindless rage. Blood and alcohol dripping on Randy's dying body. Silence. Everyone staring at Jeff, shocked. Troy and Keith as the first ones to move pointed their guns at Jeff, him already running for his life. The boys chase after Jeff, to the upstairs, trying to drop him dead, missing on each shot. Sounds of fighting. The next thing the adults and the kids could see... Jeff, now the boy on fire, falling down the stairs. An image of... Keith with an odd smile on his face, saying something about alcohol, then throwing the lighter at Jeff. The flames, the pain...Jeff screamed. It hurt, it hurt so badly. Jeff tried to move, to open his eyes. He couldn't see anything, felt something tightly wrapped around him. A scared whimper and noises bear him. An unknown female voice said something, male voice agreed to what she said. Jeff let out a murmur, feeling then a soft touch, the male voice coming closer and speaking slowly. And Jeff could only listen, as the man told him what had happened.

"Honey, are you okay?" his mothers' voice.

Jeff felt relieved, after hours of hearing only the sounds of strangers. The doctor had told him that he had been kept in sleep for some time, so his burns would heal and Jeff wouldn't need to stay awake in huge pain. Jeff couldn't speak yet, though, so his mother continued her monologue:

"Oh honey, I have great news. After all the witnesses told the police that Randy confessed of trying to attack you, they decided to let Liu go. He'll be out by tomorrow, and then you two will be able to be together again."

Jeff shivered, trying to speak, unable to. His mother, however, could give a reply to his unasked question.

"The doctors saved the other boys' lives," she chirped. "There will be some consequences, though, but they won't take you from us just yet."

Jeff didn't quite know how to react to the news. Killing them would've been enough to make Jeff deserve to go to the jail, but just hurting them... No, that's not enough.

He started planning on an idea of how to kill the three before Jeff would be taken to the jail. During the next few weeks, different doctors, therapists, psychologists, and other folk like that visited Jeff daily. Also Jeff's parents' came to see Jeff frequently. Jeff could hide his other side from all of them. The side, that plotted on a revenge, which wanted to mutilate and murder the three kids. As he spoke with his doctors, Jeff could easily lie to them, pretending to be okay, when he was really thinking of ways to kill them too. When Jeff was alone, he smiled under the bandages that covered his face, counting all the possibilities in his mind. Soon came the day when Jeff was to be to let go home to wait for the trials.The doctor started removing the rest of the bandages and cloths that had been covering the injuries of his body, leaving the bandages to cover the most severe ones.

"Let's hope for the best," Jeff could hear the doctor saying, as he removed the cloth off Jeff's face. Jeff flinched as his mother let out a loud gasp when she saw his face; his dad and Liu remained quiet.

"What? What happened to my face?" Jeff groaned, stood up and limped to the small bathroom. What he saw in the mirror, was horrifying to him. His face has badly burned, and he was bald now. Jeff touched his face, looking then down at his hands and arms. The kid let out a whimper, glanced then at his family.

"Jeff, it's not that bad..." Liu mumbled, and Jeff rushed to reply "Not that bad? It's perfect!"

The voice that Jeff made was either shrieking or laughing, and his family stared at him, stunned for a moment.

"Uh... Jeff, are you okay?" Jeff heard the question, and burst out laughing. "Okay? I've never felt happier! Ha ha ha ha ha hahahahahaha, look at me! This face goes perfectly with me!" Jeff laughed, thinking about all his plans he had made while lying on the hospital bed. He wasn't normal. He shouldn't look normal. Jeff grinned, staring at the mirror and stroking his face, the word 'perfect' dancing in his mind. While Jeff was at it, looking at himself, his mother looked at the doctor, worrying deeply about his son's health.

"Doctor, is my son... alright, you know. In the head?" she asked quietly. She got an unsure reply from the doctor; he told her that Jeff had passed the tests, but suffered from traumas that caused him to act the way he did. He also mentioned the appointments Jeff was going to have with the doctors in the near future, adding that they'd soon send a letter about them to her.

"Oh thank you doctor", she smiled, stood up and walked to Jeff." Jeff, sweetie. It's time to go", she chirped to her son."Kay mommy. Hahahahahahahahahaaaaaa!" Jeff replied, with a huge grin on his face. His mother shivered, and walked her son to get his clothes. The same clothes he had worn back then, when the fight had happened. His clothes were cleaned and stitched together. Jeff's mother helped him to wear the clothes, and an odd feeling crawled up Jeff's spine.It had felt so good... beating Randy, crushing his bones, hearing him gasp and blow air from his lungs as he tried to scream. When Jeff thought Randy was actually going to die. Jeff frowned, growling at the thought of Randy and others still living. Late that night, Jeff had spent a long time in the bathroom after taking his painkillers, just staring at his own face and body, thinking about the death of the three. Drowning all the other thoughts of his under this murderous bloodlust, mindless need to crush his enemies’ bones and insides...

Oh no. Jeff stared at the mirror and stopped thinking for a moment. His thoughts, the plans should be kept secret, but how would he be able to do that with his new looks. He tried to smile. His face hurt, so he just whimpered softly, and frowned at his reflection. His looks revealed all his thoughts, he wondered by himself in his mind. Maybe even his family knew. His eyes widened, and he left the bath room, walked quickly into the kitchen and grabbed a knife. Then he went back to the bathroom and placed the knife's edge on the side of his mouth.

Jeff's mother woke up at weird noises, left the bedroom, and quietly sneaked to the bathroom's door. She heard sobbing, and placed her hand on the handle. She listened for a moment before she opened the door, seeing Jeff and freezing to where she was. She tackled with her words as she stared at Jeff, who looked back at her, fresh cuts and burns on his face.

"Jeff, what are you doing?" his mother whimpered, falling on her knees. Jeff rubbed his face with his other hand, and his mother noticed the bloody knife on another of keep smiling mommy. It hurt after a while. Now, I can smile forever," Jeff replied with honesty. His mother was shaking, she stared in his eyes.

Jeff, your eyes!" she shrieked quietly.

"'I couldn't see my face. I got tired and my eyes started to close. I burned out the eyelids so I could forever see myself; my new face", Jeff replied, with his eternal smile, and eternally open eyes. His mind was wandering. He was sure his mother knew what he was thinking, but it wouldn't be ok to kill her without any proof of her being really against him. Then, he got it.

"What's wrong mommy? Aren't I beautiful? he asked.

"Yes son, yes you are. L-let me go get daddy, so he can see your face-" a shock made her voiceless. Jeff had thrust the knife through her stomach.

"Mommy, you lied", he murmured. Lying was bad. If she lied to him... she wasn't on his side. Jeff placed a gentle kiss on his mother's forehead. She cackled, and Jeff slashed her stomach open with the knife. Next, Jeff walked into his parents' bedroom. His dad was still asleep, and he didn't wake up even when Jeff crawled next to him. Now, what would be his reason for killing his father? Jeff tried to think for a while, and chuckled then. Why would he need a reason, actually? No-one would never know. So, he just thrust the knife in his dad's stomach, causing him to wake up and yell in pain, and gutted him. Then Jeff stabbed his neck and left the room, listening to his father making weird noises as he moaned in pain and drowned in blood.

Liu had woken at his dad's scream. Jeff rushed into the dark room, and to his brother, who didn't quite understand what was happening. When he smelt the blood on his brother, Liu's eyes widened, just as Jeff's hand grabbed his neck. Liu whimpered, kicked and squirmed, as Jeff leaned closer and raised the knife. Blood from the knife and Jeff's face dripped on Liu's face and in his mouth as he screamed for help. Jeff just stared at his dear brother for a moment, with his piercing, huge eyes, and with the smile on his face.

"Shhhhhhh", he said, "Just go to sleep."

Jeff was all alone. He had become so weak, and it hurt everywhere. Opening his mouth made his whole face feel like it was burning. He couldn't see anything. He was so hungry. Starving. The infected cuts and scars leaked with dirty fluids. His body, his clothes were dirty, smelt awful. Jeff disgusted himself. Leaning against a cold stone wall, he sobbed softly, trying to take a better grip of his knife. He whimpered as the knife fell to the ground, and he himself fell down on his knees. He couldn't do anything anymore. He hadn't found Randy, Troy or Keith, and now it was too late. On the next morning, his body would be found from the spot where he was resting now. ---- ANOTHER MURDERER RAMPAGING IN THE CITY The Police informed locals earlier about the discovered corpse that was said to belong to the murderer. Even though the murderer was announced to be dead, a similar murder happened last night approximately at 2:00 AM. More information about the corpse or the incident hasn’t been revealed yet. The police are left clueless, and once again they ask the locals to be extremely careful when they're at late hours spending shit.

Written by:Claudia

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I watched The Town That dreaded Sundown (1976)

I've never seen this, so this year's 1970's Halloween theme seemed like the perfect excuse.

A hooded killer is running amuck in Texarkana. Very loosely based on true events.

At first, I was surprised by this one. The opening kill was rather effective. I started to think that this movie might be better than I had heard...Then I kept watching.

Sure, "The Town That Dreaded Sundown" isn't all bad. Some scenes and some of the acting are decent. I'd go as far as to say competent. However, a lot of this film is so bad that, what could have been a straightforward serial killer film, becomes a truly strange experience.

There is a B-movie feeling which isn't in step with a film from 1976. It's like what you'd expect while watching a cheap 1950's creature feature. Something akin to an Ed Wood film. The only difference being, instead of chasing ghouls raised up by space aliens, the cops are after a hooded man who occasionally shoots women in the face. And, that's just the tip of the poorly made ice-berg. There are day-for-night shots, which are clearly just daytime shots. There are scenes that linger just a little too long. There are certain lines which are spoken as if they're being read for the very first time. There is so much.

But, by far, the worst is the tonal shifts. The awkward, unfunny comedy that comes out of nowhere in this otherwise gritty serial killer film. Specifically the goofy "New Guy" character on the police force. He is one of the most out of synch characters in any film I've ever seen. I asked myself, "Why is THIS guy playing THIS character in THIS movie?" And then I looked it up and I learned that the actor playing the "new guy" is also the film's director, Charles B. Pierce. Clearly Mr. Pierce fancies himself a comedian, putting himself center stage in "hilarious" moments. The scene in which he forgets his keys, or the scene in which he is dressed as a woman and tries to keep his dignity, are not funny and go on way too long. He is awful, painfully awkward and his off-tone buffoonery is a huge ingredient in the wildly strange ride that is "The Town That Dreaded Sundown".

Now, don't get me wrong, I enjoyed this movie. It is absolutely "so bad it's good". I laughed a lot. It was unintentional on the filmmakers part, but I had a good time.

If you remove the silly comedy scenes and some of the goofier moments, you could have a broken, but decent B-Horror about a serial killer. A few of the murders feel grisly and brutal. The police officer and Texas ranger (The latter played by Ben Johnson) are a decent pairing of heroes. The story is real and probably worth making into a movie. But, holy shit, the bad stuff is just so bad that the whole movie becomes one big joke...and some, like myself, might argue that a hilariously bad film is better than a cheap mediocre thriller.

One hundred percent see this if you haven't. It's a novelty. There might be nothing else like it. A somewhat brutal serial killer film with some of the worst comedy I've ever seen attempted on screen.

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"To be fair, that is ... kind of what got us to this point," Spencer pointed out, to Hale's 'first 'first of all' remark, grateful as he is for what he assumes is an attempt at levity in an otherwise not light hearted conversation. He can feel the ache in his stomach, and in his chest, the tightness in his lungs and the burn in the back of his throat from the flood of words that he'd let loose, at the anxiety that he'd felt letting them spill out. He made an intentional lack of habit of applying his profiling skills, at least consciously, to his colleagues and friends - there were a lot of things that just habit and training couldn't ignore, but he'd learned the hard way that very few people liked to be held up to a mirror, to be scrutinized with cold, hard facts - or suppositions, depending on one's perspective on the nature of profiling.

The knot that had been pulled taut during his spiel snapped free, at the tug against his pockets, though, and he felt like he could breathe, free of the nervousness that still had his heart hammering off rhythm and chaotic in his chest, and he tried to keep the pang of regret from coloring his expression too greatly as his fingers unfurled, fingertips tracing lightly against the detective's damp cheeks. "I feel obliged to inform you that I do absolutely look fetching in a fez, actually, and I definitely think bowties are cool, but -- I have been known to rock a pair of sandshoes in my day, too." It was a pleasant surprise to hear Hale rattle off what was clearly common usage of the fandom that Reid had only mentioned as what he had guessed would be a negative character trait -- obviously, there was still a lot left for him to learn.

"Hm, I guess it's good to know even I'm not right all the time," he mused, a smile twitching at the corners of his lips. "Though, to be fair, the military service does technically fulfill the need for a parental figure and the arguably unhealthy outlet for violent impulses but --" Thumb and fingers curl tightly, briefly, into where they're held by Hale's. "I think -- that's probably an overabundance of profiling for one day." His thumb traces the edges of Hale's palm. "I ... don't have a whole lot of experience in the relationship department, either. My first ... long term relationship was long distance for most of it, and -- " His throat tightens, a piercing ache in his chest again. "She was killed. In front of me. The day we met, actually. After that, there was -- ah, a -- one of the serial killers we arrested, she -- became infatuated with me, I suppose you could say, and she .. well, she caused some ... tension in the last relationship I was in, and while it was not the definitive cause of our breaking up, it played a factor. My life is ... hardly ordinary. I think, it's good that you know that, knew that, from the start."

the fact that hale remained silent and that he stayed for the rest of the conversation at all was a testament for the space that spencer had already carved out in the detective's chest. walking away would've been easier after getting a complete ( and almost accurate ) rundown of his life by what could still be considered a complete stranger. guilt forced him to stay. not only guilt for misreading the situation with reid but the guilt he felt for everything that turned him into the person he currently was.

at some point, the backs of his eyes started to burn. teeth again dug into the flesh of his bottom lip and several tears rolled down his cheeks. rather than crudely wiping them away, they were ignored as if they weren't even there at all. when he heard several people shout his last name from across the room, all he did was raise a hand to gesture a greeting, or a goodbye. not like he was listening to what they were saying.

there would never be a chance the building was completely empty. being pulled away by other voices was probably the kindest out he was ever going to yet. again, hale forced himself to remain put. stay.

rage ignited first, quickly tempered by a protective instinct to fight things he'd never be able to physically hit. the last, again, surprised him in a way that should have been anticipated.

" if you dress up as anything other than nine, we're breaking up before we even decide where this is going, " he grins with whatever energy he manages through all the more negative emotions because, at the very least, he wants it to come across as the mood-lifting joke it was meant to be. " i'm also going to be a good boy and not make a joke about things being bigger on the inside. "

more silence blankets between them. this time, it's for the purpose of trying to get his own thoughts in order. he'd been verbally reamed many, many times in his life but never so accurately and never with such good intention.

eventually, hale unwraps himself from his own arms, leans forward, and slides several fingers into each of the agent's pockets. the grip is used to urge the other forward until reid is standing between his thighs. the movement helps him hone in on the fist hanging at the other man's side. anxiety related, possibly. so, hale does his best to loosen those fingers by sliding in his own.

" first of all, " he whispers. " fuck you. " the grin remains but the words themselves are a little more hollow. " i had a great dad, thank you very much. i'd like to think this all stems from mommy issues because she was not around to keep my happy ass in line. " the comment on innocents was not going to be touched with a ten foot pole. " secondly, you should be very proud to know that i've never been arrested. i was in the army. so, there. "

having reid so close means he can avoid looking up into those beautiful eyes. instead, he looks down at the hand he's holding. " i've only ever been in one relationship and it was...about as fucked up as you could imagine. mutually, of course. we both wanted to destroy each other in the worst ways. " staring at the other hand in his, hale has the sudden urge to lean forward and press his forehead against spencer's chest. he doesn't. he hasn't earned that kindness quite yet. " if you want to try...i want...but, i don't know how great i'll be at it. i mean, i really don't know how this ends up since you don't exactly live here. if i was ever going to try this, though, i'd like it to be with someone like you. "

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Part 2

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You let your gun rest beside you for a moment, finger off the trigger. "GREAT, now I gotta disengage this-" You grumbled as he just watched you while Cherri got belly rubs from him on the couch. 

You walked outside to your back porch. Doing exactly what Dewey showed you. Thumb on the hammer spur, other thumb on top of the hammer, and your finger on the trigger. You pointed the gun to your empty backyard just in case before slowly pulling the trigger while holding the hammer to keep it from kicking. You felt the hammer loosen as you slowly released the trigger and let it ease up to its normal position near the firing pin. Then made it half cocked as a safety measure right when you heard him running his mouth inside.

"Well sorry Annie Oakley but I don't know why you have that old hunk of junk anyway! Just get a regular automatic! Or a revolver that does the thing where you have to pull the thing to shoot." He called from the living room

You put it back in your holster and marched back to him with an outraged expression. "Single action. And NO I feel better being able to shoot right away if I need to. Which is double action... Besides, It's a very special gift from Dewey! It's what I'm most comfortable with."

Though, you did think of an easier semi automatic to carry in the future but you weren't telling him that. But Dewey giving you his family heirloom after Windsor made it feel lucky. You were beyond touched and insisted he kept it but he claimed you could 'borrow' it for good luck. It made it feel like you could take down anyone with it in any situation; even against another masked killer.

 You stood in front of the tv with your hands on your hips to block his view. "What the FUCK are you doing anyways?! Are you trying to get shot?! I carry a gun now, dumby!" 

"Just keeping you up on your game, Sweetcheeks...You pointing a gun at me is strangely hot, not gonna lie." 

You rolled your eyes as Cherri laid all over him. "I think she's my dog now. Who's a good girl? Is it you? Yes it is! Who's your favorite person? Is it Stu? Yes it is! Yes it is!" He talked to her in a goofy voice and she ate it right up. Her tail hitting the sofa as her tongue lulled out. 

You relaxed but still frowned at him. "I'm serious, Stu. You could have just knocked! You can't just barge in here like this." 

He went from grinning down at the dog to looking up and raising a brow at you. "Why? Afraid I'm gonna interrupt your sex talk?" He gave with no smile and a raised accusing brow. You raised your own brow as he mumbled. "So, who's the guy?" 

You huffed with a glare. "I was joking with my friend, if you mind. It's just what we do." 

"You say you love your friends?" 

"Yeah, actually I do. I love ya too despite my better judgment." 

"Okay, now say it with a 'you' and look deeply into my eyes while you say it." 

"Absolutely not. I love you as a friend." 

"Fucking ouch....Seriously though, who is he?" 

He went to look at the caller ID on the table and you rolled your eyes as his brows furrowed. "Randy??" He thought a moment before smiling. "Oh, for a minute I thought I had competition." 

"Oh? You aren't worried about Randy? He's a guy." 

Stu released a snort of laughter and gently moved Cherri off him. "Barely…Nah, that machine is off. You were talking to someone else, weren't you?"

"Stu. My friends and love life are none of your business. Especially with your tendency to stab. Be lucky I've allowed you in my life this much these last few years." 

He sighed with an eye roll as he gently pushed Cherri off to stand. His hair was dark and cut short but spiked up in the front. He still kept a nose ring, two earrings on one ear and an eyebrow piercing. You got glimpses of a tongue ring when he stuck his tongue out at you like he did when he was joking. He had on a black band t-shirt with a studded belt, faded ripped baggy jeans and some old sneakers. He still kept a loose chain on his neck and a few strappy bracelets on his wrist to add his own style to it. He was just a slightly subdued 2000s version of his persona Tim from Windsor. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever, babe...I haven't even done that, in like, 4 months and he was asking for it! He tried to key my car after I pissed him off, like...Was I NOT supposed to gut him and let him hang in a nearby tree? No one since then, cross my heart. I'm going through a dry spell." 

You gave a sarcastic huff of laughter. "Oh well, congrats on 4 months of sobriety." 

He gave you a sarcastic smirk right back before stretching and asking. "So, what are we eating tonight?"  As he walked by you to the kitchen. 

"Um...I was having spaghetti." 

"Oh cool, I can go for some of that. Garlic bread?" He was already helping himself. 

"Nope, salad." 

"Ew...Eh, spaghetti will work. Actually, I can go for that salad if you have Caesar dressing and croutons-" 

"Fridge. Let me dig for those-" You told him as he opened your fridge and knew where everything was as you pulled out a spare sample bag of croutons from Wendy's in your drawer. You tossed them to him. "You're in luck." 

He caught them as he closed the fridge. "Nice. Crunchy seasoned bread cubes make everything better, huh?"  

You sighed to yourself as you watched him. He was getting into a bad habit of crashing at your place then you not seeing him for weeks and then rinse and repeat. 

"So, are you staying for a few days?" 

He shook his head as he got a fork and stuck it in your pot of spaghetti. You pointed to the cabinet and he sighed and got a plate as he spoke. "Nah, I'm just visiting for the evening. Was hoping you could spare me some dinner before I go." 

You looked at him in surprise. "Oh...Well, we can set the table and eat together. You don't have to scarf it down over the stove." 

He gave you a smile. "Are you asking me on a dinner date? Candlelight, wine and all?" 

You smiled back at him. "I only have soda and a half-gone Yankee candle." 

He chuckled to himself as he got some spaghetti on his plate before working on preparing a salad. "As tempting as it is, Sweetcheeks; I can't. I gotta be at the hotel in a little bit." 

You blinked in surprise, folding your arms and leaning against the counter. "Oh...Um, why do you have to be at the hotel so soon?" 

He raised his brows as he sucked up a forkful of spaghetti. He swallowed before he talked. "Oh...So...I can't ask about your private life but you can mine?" 

You gave him an annoyed look. "You want to know my relationships. I want to know if you have to be there at a certain time or else you'll be offed." 

"Aww, you're worried." 

You shrugged. "Should I be?" 

"Wait...Are you worried for my safety or that I might have a friend waiting on me?" 

You rolled your eyes. "Stu." 

He gave you a long teasing look before finally shaking his head with a smirk as he twirled spaghetti on his fork. "Nope...Actually, I have my manager waiting for me there and she's very persistent that I be back to go through some paperwork or some crap like that with her." 

You blinked and scrunched your face. "A manager??" 

He nodded. "Yep, acting. Turns out, I got a knack for it. Already had a talent agent scout me out at a dive bar when I was just telling a story to some guys. Apparently, I'm very animated? Whatever that means. Anyways, he got me a manager and now I'm on my way to Hollywood in a few days!" 

You didn't know what to say. "U-uh...I-I mean, that's great.-" 

He looked like an excited kid. "I know right?! Sure beats swindling losers out of their money at pubs or casinos." 

He got a huge grin on his face and wiggled his brow at you. "Guess who's auditioning to play Stu Macher on Stab 3, babe?" 

Your entire face dropped as you stared at him with wide eyes and your mouth hanging open. He just nonchalantly finished his plate and started on his salad; giving a waiting Cherry a noodle from his discarded plate. You continued staring at him until he finally looked back at you.

"Yeah?" 

You stared at him a moment longer before it erupted out of you. "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!" 

He cringed. "That a 'Oh my god, are you kidding?! That's great!' or?-" 

"....NO. No, STU. Its NOT!" 

He sighed heavily and frowned as you ranted. "Stu, you can't play you in a fucking movie about the crime you committed! Are you out of your mind?!" 

"Kind of." He stuck out his tongue at you and snorted to himself.

You paced and turned back around to give him an outraged look. "How are you so nonchalant about this?! I did not spend 3 years on edge praying no one sees you coming or going from here and hiding everything from Gale Weathers just for you to put your face all over the big screen!" 

He jutted his hand out to you. "But that's the thing; it's so on the nose no one will think of it! Stu Macher is dead so this look alike just has an uncanny resemblance...And if he were alive; he would never play himself. It's like reverse psychology or something!" 

You shook your head. "You're insane...I'm going to go to prison and get everything taken away from harboring a fucking murderer and lying to cops and-" 

He sat his plate down and walked over to you, resting both hands on your shoulders. "Hey, YN. It's okay. You think I'm stupid or something? I got it under control...No one will know, Sweetcheeks." 

You looked up at his blue eyes. "Um, how?! You have to let your manager know-" 

"Nope. I got an entire stolen identity at a strip club near LA a year ago. A guy who knew a guy sort of thing. I got a name: Dennis Rafkin. A Social security number, birth certificate, family history, records-" 

"Stu...That is so wrong. You stole someone's entire identity?" 

He blinked at you. "Did you miss the part earlier where I gutted a guy?" 

You went to open your mouth but nothing came out. "Ah-....Okay." 

"Besides, the guy died in some rich dude's house under mysterious circumstances. He was a 'Ghost hunter' so-" He made a snorting motion with his nose and you gave a huff of laughter despite yourself. "- We know he was on something or a crackpot. No family claimed him missing, and as far as the Government knows, he walked out." 

"Then why not get a normal job if you're so set? Why are you taking such a risk?" You softly asked. 

He grinned with a shake of his head. "Because that's not me, Sweetcheeks. I have an opportunity to live the life of a movie star. Honestly, as freaking crazy as it sounds; I should be thanking you! If it wasn't for you sabotaging our plan and helping Gale Weathers live; Stab wouldn't have been made and I wouldn't be able to play myself on a movie set. I mean, who can imitate this charm and dashing face, am I right?" He squeezed your shoulders with a smirk and you bit your inner cheek to keep a serious face. 

"So...You're saying you're over what happened 5 years ago?" 

He grinned down at you. "Beyond it. Besides, after being near you more I realized you really were just desperate for me not to die...Kind of romantic when you think about it."

You gave him a warning look and he continued. "Seriously though...Thanks for screwing everything up. If we would have killed you or whatever; not only would I have been without you in my life BUT I would have been just...Stuart Macher. Just some regular degular kid from Woodsboro California that survived a Massacre. I would have been old news within a few years and probably forced to be a pharmacist like my Mom or a business pencil pusher like my Dad….BORING." 

He shrugged with a grimace. "I mean sure...I miss them. I miss that stupid asshole cat of Mom's that hissed at me every day. I miss holidays. I miss my family...But...I get to live a life 18 year old me could only dream of, man! I had to get rid of my piercings which sucked but it's for the best because I also gotta worry about Tim being caught now too...I'm not thanking you for that." He winked at you.

You bit your lip. "I get it and I know life seems to be picking up for you but...I just wish you wouldn't play yourself." You looked away with a worried expression and he brought his hand up to the side of your face to look at him. 

"Hey, everything will be fine...I actually came here tonight to not only tell you but to see if you would go with me." 

"What?" 

"Cherri can come too or we can drop her off at your parents. Or if your old fluffy cat won't like that then maybe your parents can house sit?" 

You didn't know what to say as he bent down. "Come on, babe...It's gonna be lonely without you. I could be on set for months." He went to kiss you and you pulled away.

"I can't. I like it here. I like being...Safe. Right here. Hollywood sounds like a social anxiety nightmare." 

He sighed in annoyance. "Alright, fine. I get it." Before he went to grab your hand. "I'll miss you though but maybe we can...Make up for it tonight. My manager can wait-" 

You jerked your hand away when you felt his lips on your neck. Whipping towards him with a glare. "God damn it, Stu! We've been over this!" 

He groaned to himself with a scowl. "Well excuse me for thinking me being gone so long would change your mind. I mean, after 3 long years I thought maybe this would be the thing to make you budge." 

"Oh yeah, like you haven't been with ANYONE in three years when you came here tipsy with a hickey a few months ago. You totally are just saving it for me...Give me a fucking break, Stu." 

He smirked. "Jealous?" 

"You wish...No, I'm not." You seriously gave. His smirk dropped as you smacked your leg in exasperation. Cherri just laid on the floor watching you both. "God, you don't get it! Me and you are not happening for the hundredth time!" 

"Why not? Cause you got some other guy?" 

"No." You rubbed your face and looked over at the calendar on your fridge. He did the same, seeing the date and something you had scribbled on it. 

He gave a huff. "God, when are you gonna get over it? You knew Sidney and Tatum for like 9 months. Life goes on." 

You looked at him in outrage. "Get over it? I only knew you for 6 months through Tatum if we're playing that game-" 

"But we've been in each other's lives for three years!" 

"Yeah and what happened to the other two before that, Stu?" 

He rubbed his temple. "Okay, so we had a rough patch. I still…" He looked at you. "I still loved you the last 5 years, alright? And I've been good as gold the last 3!" 

You stared at him. "Love me, huh? And yet, you're telling me to get over the anniversary of my best friend's deaths just so you can get laid." 

"Well, I got over it! I want to start a new life and move on. I was friends with them longer than you were and I was banging and dating Tatum. So if I can, why can't you?" 

You shook your head. "You really are still THAT dense about this...It must be nice. " 

You stared a moment, giving a bitter smirk. "Just moving on like nothing happened. Wonder if the Prescotts get to move on? Or the Bakers? Or the Oarths? Or Kenny's wife who was pregnant with his unborn child when he was killed by you? Even the Davis's?!...How about the Riley's? Hm? Do they get to move on? Dewey barely calls me this time of year! Her Mom kept her room as is, Stu! They kept her room just to keep a piece of her!" You felt the burning in your chest at the idea of it all. "Oh...But you banged her and moved on. So I should too." You scoffed with a bitter laugh.

He finally lost his temper, a rare thing between you two but it happened once in a blue moon. It did make you subconsciously ready to get your gun...You knew you'd always mistrust his anger. Cherri eyed him and got near you as he yelled and threw a plastic container across the kitchen from the counter.

"GOD YOU'RE SUCH A BROKEN RECORD! WHADDYA WANT FROM ME, YN?! Do I gotta go and build a fucking time machine and kill some other sorry ass teenagers instead or what?!" 

You rolled your lips and looked away, shaking your head before looking back at him. "No...I want you to realize that I can't be with someone that not only murdered so many people in my life but shows no sympathy for it TO THIS DAY. What happens  when piss you off enough? Am I going to be on your list?...I refuse to be a Hallie, Stu." 

He glared at you before shaking his head and walking away. "Pft, okay...Whatever." He walked away before turning back around. "You know what?! I'm sick of this bullshit, man! Either you and me are a thing or I'm moving on! I'm gonna be around a lot of hot starlets and models, baby. A LOT! Women that aren't going to have a problem with my past or my anger issues or whatever else your issue is." When that didn't get a reaction out of you. He lost his anger and threw up his hand. "I'm not sticking around for a Highschool crush when I have an opportunity to go be somebody!" 

You calmly looked at him. "And I don't want you held back...Go be somebody and go fuck a million models if that's what makes you happy, Stu. But that manipulation crap only works on someone that's jealous...I'm not. You know, everyone thinks Billy was the only manipulator but that's horseshit. You manipulate too. You both are fucking guilty of it." 

He rolled his eyes at you dissecting him. You continued. "I hope you have a good time on set, and if you get caught, I'm playing stupid. I really did think you were some guy named Tim impersonating Stu. I'm sticking to that." 

He stared at you in surprise. Clearly thinking he could guilt trip you into being with him...He was mistaken. 

He sighed and slid a hand over his face. "Alright...Guess this is goodbye then. Can't say I didn't try...Might be a long time if we see each other again." He almost walked away. A few moments went by before he came back and got a piece of paper on your counter and a pen. "Here's my cell phone I just got...Just in case you change your mind." 

You solemnly nodded. He sat the pen down and you softly asked him. "...Call me when you get to the hotel safely?" 

"...You care enough-" 

You cut him off. "Stu, I care about you; you know that. I just can't be with you...If something happened to you...Prison, getting into some trouble-" You trailed off. "I would be devastated." 

He stared at you for a long moment. his eyebrows shooting up. His expression turned into a frown before he forced a tight smile. "Alright...Lock that backdoor, Sweetcheeks." 

He turned to leave when your phone lying on the counter started ringing. You never put it back on the receiver. You hesitated, not wanting Randy to be calling and jokingly flirting again but you had to answer the minute you saw the name. 

Your face dropped and he eyed you as you answered it. "...Dewey? Is everything okay? It's really late for you to be calling." 

"Sorry...YN. Where are you?" 

Stu stayed a moment to look at you in interest. You gave a confused look. "No you're fine...Um, I'm at home. Why?" 

"Have you seen the news?" 

You looked over to the news station on your tv just talking about the weather. "No?" 

"Good, they haven't aired it yet. Well... Cotton Weary is dead." 

You blinked repeatedly. "I mean, I wasn't close to him...It's bad but-?" 

"YN, this wasn't an accident. Both him and his girlfriend were savagely murdered in their condo earlier this evening. I'm technically supposed to keep everything hush hush but considering...You know, your...Seclusion and being part of Woodsboro; I felt you needed to know before you see it on the news." 

You swallowed as Stu urged you. You held up a finger to him to be quiet. "Yeah...Yeah I have the gun. Yes...Okay, bye Dewey...Love you and stay safe." You hung up and leaned forward on the counter. 

"What? What is it?" Stu urged. 

"Cotton Weary is dead..." 

His face relaxed. "That's it? Like I said, lock the door and put up your security." 

He was leaving and you tried to stop him. "Stu, you can't just leave! Didn't you hear-" 

"Yeah and it's just someone that had issues with Cotton I mean, he was a total dick and made a lot of folks mad in the industry. I wouldn't worry...Bye, YN. I'll talk to you at the hotel." 

You watched him wave and go as you couldn't stop him. You could only lock your back door and wait till you saw him jump the fence from the window before typing in your security system. You slouched against the door frame as Cherri walked over and looked up at you. Whining as she sensed your mood. 

"I know, girl. It's okay." You tried convincing yourself more than her. 

You ate, put everything away and then sat on the couch. It was almost 10...You wondered if you should call Randy but surmised Dewey probably already did. You jumped when your phone rang, answering it knowing only a select few people had your number.

"Hello?" 

"Uh...YN, where are you?" 

"Stu?" You sat up. "I'm at home, why?" 

He was quiet a moment before laughing. "Alright, very cute. Are you pranking me because deep down inside that's how you express stuff?" 

"Stu, what the hell are you talking about?" 

"YN, you called me 5 minutes ago to come outside the hotel." 

"What?...No, I didn't!" 

He sighed. "Oookkaayy, you totally didn't just call me up to come outside." 

You gripped your seat. "Stu...I did not." 

"I know your voice, Sweetcheeks!" 

"Stu-" 

"YN, I'm going back in. Cute prank. Love ya bye." He mocked you earlier and hung up.

You looked at your phone with confusion. Something didn't feel right. You went to call Stu again on his cell, this feeling that had to warn him that something was wrong but he didn't answer.

[hogwartstoalexandria]

Eye of the Storm

1987w | Mature (notsfw) | Hotcheon: Jason Gideon/Aaron Hotchner

Additional Tags

50 Types of Kisses Writing Prompts, Angst, Depression, Introspection, Character Study, Established Relationship, cabin in the woods, Moody this fic is Moody, Sexual Content, Canon-Typical Violence, Episode: s01e14 Riding the Lightning, Episode: s01e17 A Real Rain

Summary

39. Kissing tears from the other’s face.

Or, cabin emotional h/c post Sarah Jean and Marvin Doyle.

Read it here on AO3 or under the read more!

He's like a man lost at sea. Watching the storm outside the windows of his house, Chaucer on his lap, a book wide open, spilling its poetic guts all around him, yet not able to pierce the wall-hard torrent Jason can feel suffocating him. The clouds are dark, angry. The too-high grass in his yard billows with the wrath of the wind. Air versus earth. Madness and blood. 

Sarah Jean. And now Marvin Doyle. 

The prison gates no more deprived of freedom than the shaking, ailing devastation of New York's latest serial killer. 

No demons in his head, no barking dog, but more victims' voices. More grief and more violation. Haunting him, like it haunts Jason. Has for years, always will. It's a fact of this life. One more bullet point in the job description. It happens to all of them in the end. It will happen to Spencer one day. It's certainly happened to Hotch. 

Like the Grim Reaper come to collect dreams and innocence—the word only exists for others, Jason doesn't remember the last time he felt it for himself—he wishes the weather would let him see the birds, but it's going to pour for another three days. They'll be back on another case by then. Evil takes no breaks. 

He only hears the door close, but pieces back together the key in the door and the handle turning, the wood creaking in its hinges. Like a patchwork of past and present. A collage from memory. Jason doesn't move. What for. He does glance up to see Hotch's suit jacket drape over the back of a chair in the corner, followed by his suitcase propped on the seat. His eyes get stuck on Hotch's large hand as it opens to let the bag down, and closes back in a loose fist. Reflexive motions. They don't mean anything but habit. Sometimes nerves. 

"Jason?" 

Hotch's voice is a shock. Like a lance thrown through air thick as insulation. Keeping the surroundings out, people and creatures and ghosts. Like God come to the lost in a medicated dream. The cushion gives out gradually. First his name, then the rain painting the windows, then a body next to his, fabric rustling at the knees, creasing at the elbows. 

Jason stares, in front of him, and then at the man who lets himself into this house one day but not the next, the next day after that sometimes, when they don't enter together. 

"You're here." His own voice is more foreign still than any other sound. He realizes he hasn't heard it since Ted Elmore's apartment, right before the deafening gunshot. 

"You're crying." 

Hotch is frowning. It's not confusion. It's concern, and that too, is foreign. Not unwelcome, but stunning nonetheless. He doesn't let people close enough to be concerned. 

"Aaron," he says his name, not Hotch. He's close enough for that, too. Aaron holds people at arms' length. Jason runs past boundaries. It's the job as well, but it's more. It's who he is. It's how he sees things, and people. How he sees things in people. 

He sees Aaron. 

"You did what you had to." 

"I know." 

But in the next breath Aaron takes his hand and squeezes. Jason watches that, too. His eyes downcast, not to hide, but to observe. The curve of fingers grabbing for palm, for wrist, for contact. The warmth he cannot see that makes him shudder. The intent, clear as day, yet murky like the rest of the week, month, decade; like the pools of water in the series of potholes in the road that leads here. 

It's a cabin, not a house. Both a haven and an echo chamber. The gunshot. Piercing. Final. Protective. Protocol. 

He looks at their hands; he doesn't move his. 

"Come with me." Aaron's fingers twitch like he wants to rub them together the way he does when he's nervous, but can't with Jason's in the way. He tugs, and Jason goes. Why not. 

His lower back whimpers, but he remains silent. 

The cabin is small, as any refuge must. It's an embrace. Half a dozen steps of Aaron's too long legs, a few more of his, and they can reach the next room. Not the kitchenette on the other side; the bedroom. 

He has a quilted blanket on that bed. A gift from the tech girl, Garcia. He has more photos, framed and precious, lining both the walls not occupied by bookshelves, and even some of those too. Memories held up against novels and anthologies, gathering dust on the dresser and windowsill. He has hiking gear, piled up in yet another chair in the corner. He has Aaron's hand, still holding onto his. 

"What should Morgan do, Jason?" 

"What?" 

"That's what you said, with Sarah Jean." 

Now, that's the confused frown. 

"I'm coming with you." 

"That's what I said today." 

"It is." 

"Talk to me," Aaron whispers, pulling Jason down, lying down, shoes hanging just off the foot of the bed. Jason's socked feet are cold. He doesn't seek out the warmth of Aaron's calves like he might another day, another time. 

"What is there to say? Doyle could have shot me. Elmore lives. He and his girlfriend got a scare that will last them years, less if they're lucky."

"You need a break." 

"No." Jason shakes his head against the pillow. He looks at the way Aaron's hair splays across his. He doesn't reach up to play with it, to feel the silky coolness of the strands. "I have what I need." 

There's no smile on the other man's face. The light in his eyes is troubled brown water. 

"Do you?" The question itself is unfair, but Jason suddenly has to ask. 

Hurt flashes in the brown, makes it clearer before it goes back to blurry, far away, thoughtful. 

"I'm where I want to be," he says, and what he means is Haley's long gone. Ex, not wife. What he means is the boyish dreams he had and held for so long are gone up in flames, and in the ashes he sits. 

"Are you happy?" 

The silence drowns everything else, buzzing, alive. Aaron jerks up. Sitting and toeing his shoes off until they thud down on the carpet. Looking and frowning and huffing. 

"Stop," he says, and then his lips, soft, forgiving, naked, brush under Jason's eyes until he closes them. Not so much a kiss as a caress. Aaron's mouth takes away the tears that were, and catch the ones that come, still. "I'm where I want to be," he repeats. The air in Jason's lungs feels like fire. Like he's been screaming. Or, as it is, crying for hours without realizing he was. 

"What's a vacation?" He'd joked, but with only the appearance of humor. 

The cabin is all he has that resembles it, and Aaron is close enough to know where it is, and to know he is wanted here, in Jason's isle of solitude. 

Eventually, it's not Aaron's mouth he feels but his nose, his cheek, his truly large hand. Rubbing and warming and cupping. Jason goes with it. He tilts his head to invite a kiss, and breathes through that, a real lungful of respite. It's not long before they're not lying side by side but over and under. Aaron's weight on him, like another quilted blanket, pieces of himself he's given to Jason, day after day, bit by bit, from the very beginning. 

Clothes get shed, with less grace than careful attention. That does matter. Old scars are bared, just like fresh ones were. Feeling Aaron's chest against his is yet another stunning sensation. Two bodies breathing in tandem, another item on another of Jason's lists. He threads his fingers in Aaron's hair this time. Grabs for the base of his skull and pulls him down into another kiss. More demanding, less careful, but welcome. Aaron lets him, and more than that, he invites it again when his breath hitches and he smiles into the kiss. Not widely, but enough that the map of his lips shifts against Jason's. A fragile lightness. 

They're always huddled under layers upon layers of clothing, the both of them, so when it's skin on skin and nothing but the faintest sliver of space between them, Jason can't help but grab, but touch, but feel. Aaron is lean everywhere, but Jason finds purchase anyway. He knows where to grip, knows which crooks and lines will make Aaron hiss and moan. 

He travels up and down those points of sensation. He chases the sounds that claw up Aaron's reserve, takes note of them until notes are insignificant, small in the grand scheme of losing himself in what is offered, and what he gives in return. 

Aaron, too, loses himself. He rocks down on Jason's lap, takes him in and wants more, creates a rhythm to the way he cants his hips, and sits and lifts, up and down, and up. Their looped arms keep Jason from falling onto his back again. He squeezes Aaron's waist between them, and Aaron his shoulders. Forehead against forehead. There is no trace of the tears, no trace of the gone, only the real, tangible mass of the man making love to him without calling it that. 

Their eyes are sometimes screwed shut, sometimes wide open, enjoying the raw contact, calling for another, deeper still, union of souls. 

The music of Aaron panting and groaning, quiet even then, is one Jason knows even in his sleep. 

He knows him, and is known by him. The cabin, its walls, the howling wind outside, it's one more stage, one more nook, and it does not change that at all. Nothing can. From one hotel in one town to the next in another state, another year, another case, Aaron has taken more room in Jason's life than, as ashamed of that as he is, even his son has. Inconspicuous, discreet, gentle, sober, all the ways Aaron has settled at his side. A presence like no other. A man tall enough to be towering and yet almost never is, with enough authority to let himself become conceited and rash, and who thinks about sending flowers on your behalf and apologizes for Jason's manners when he forgets them. 

Aaron Hotchner is a mystery made clearer every day. 

Jason pulls and twists and grabs at him until it's Aaron under him, Aaron's legs around him, and their hands clasped on either side of his head. 

"You knew I'd be here." 

Aaron looks amused. His eyes say, of course I did. His mouth just kisses the side of their joined hands. 

It's when he rolls off him, later, that clarity comes. He can hide in files or forests, but he is no mystery anymore either, to at least one person in this world. It's as comforting as it is puzzling. 

"I'll get you a towel," he says, when Aaron starts to move off the bed. He watches him again, right before he leaves for the bathroom, all sprawled long limbs and flushed cheeks and chest, limp everywhere but his eyes, always his eyes. Windows into whose soul, Jason's not so sure in the moment. 

He splashes water over his face, but doesn't look in the mirror. He doesn't need to. Then he gets back. He wipes Aaron clean with the damn towel. Throws in the basket in the corner opposite the chair. They don't cuddle—the very word builds a slight laugh in Jason's throat that has Aaron smiling in return. Like he thought about it at the same time. They lie facing each other, quiet. The storm is still raging outside, but here it's calm. 

They can have three days of that, then get called back. That sounds as close to a vacation as Jason will ever get, and Aaron will ever take. 

Maybe they'll play chess, eating ice cream out of the carton. 

Marie Writes 50 Kisses Masterlist

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Tagged by @npdclaraoswald to answer some questions! Thanks for the tag

Favorite color: Been really into the color purple recently

Currently reading: lots of fanfics! I'll share a few that Im currently loving;

AA(can be found on Fanfiction.net) - Chicago PD related, Jay Halstead has headaches that turn out to not be headaches

Nightmares and Visions(AO3) - Chicago PD related, A serial killer is on the loose, Jay gets caught in the crossfires

Not a Second Time(AO3)- MASH related, The Vietnam War is here and guess who volunteered? Good ole Hawkeye Pierce!

Red White Blue and Black(AO3)- MASH related, Hawkeye gets attacked one night (this was one of the first MASH fics I read and I'm so happy it's still being updated)

Last song: How Do I Say Goodbye by Dean Lewis

Last movie: God I don't know maybe the Jodi Arias: Dirty Little Secret lifetime movie

Sweet/spicy/savory: Sweet

Currently working on: looking for more background extra work and trying to get more production gigs

I'm going to tag: @bipolarhawkeyepierce / @rogerwaterssdivorcelawyer / @idontgohereeither / @gregorygerwitz / @queer-cheer / and anyone else who wants to participate and hasn't been tagged, consider yourself tagged!!!

[rims-things]

Lost in Your Arms 

Fanfiction 

Genre : Romance / Fluff / Comfort 

Pairing : Myul Mang ( Kim Saram) / Tak Dong Kyung 

Show : Doom at your Service 

Warning : Do not read if you are not comfortable with a little passion between the couple + wound kissing 

Setup : It takes place right after episode 12 last elevator scene 

Tak Dong Kyung watched him as he stood out of the elevator, with a wrecked look on his face. She was anxious to even think about the fact that this person might be someone she knew. But he, on the other hand, looked confused and afraid at the same time.

She took a step forward to step out of the elevator, but he vanished in thin air. With sheer disappointment, she walked towards her room, blaming everything on her illness.

The next day was a bit hectic for her. She had to go through a lot of tests and some of her initial treatments were getting started. Hardly did she have any time to think of the events of last night. But as the sun went down and midnight approached, she subconsciously waited for him to appear.

She wore her usual hospital dress and an oversized jacket, with her hair loosely tied up in a bun. After unknowingly waiting for him on the terrace, she tried her luck in the parking area.

All she could do was Sigh, looking at all the cars that appeared to be staring at her and asking what exactly was she expecting.

She looked at her bracelet and wondered why it was so precious to her.

I better get back to my room -- she thought.

But just when she was about to head back, she saw the headlights of a car lit up and her eyes instantly fell on a kitten sitting near the tire.

Tak Dong Kyung rushed towards the car and stood right infront, making the person hit the brakes instantly.

She quickly bent down and took the kitten away from the tire.

"Are you okay ? "- she said, caressing the young cat.

"Do you want to die too ??? "  yelled the man who came out of the car.

Dong Kyung let the cat slide away as she stood up to face the man. He looked extremely furious.

"I'm sorry Sir, there was a ..." she tried to give an explanation when she noticed a Knife and blood on his hand.

"Is that blood ? What did you do? " She asked, suspecting that he was some sort of a criminal. 

Her guess was right, and she could hear a buzz in the hospital. But before she could act on it, the man grabbed her by the hair and tried to put her into the car.

"I'll kill you too " he declared as he opened the door to put her inside, but Dong Kyung couldn't give up so easily. She resisted and tried her best to scream but he covered her mouth with his hand.

"Just get inside the car if you want to live " the man shouted, he wanted to run away before the security got to the parking area and he couldn't leave a witness.

He was almost about to put her inside the car when he sensed a weird tension in the air. Everything was strangely silent all of a sudden.

It was then, that Dong Kyung noticed a tall figure standing at a short distance. As he approached them, she could see who it was. He wore a long wine colored coat with a sweater allowing a generous display of his neck.

He walked towards them with his hands in the pockets of his loose trousers. His face looked pale and eyes red with anger. She noticed the lights starting to flicker, the same way it had happened the night before.

"Who are you " the killer asked.

"Myul Mang " He said , tilting his head slightly to dart his eyes at the killer's hand which had grabbed Dong Kyung's hair.

The killer instantly left her and she fell to the ground.

"Aah.." she said, as she hit the surface.

Myul Mang stared at the killer with fury in his eyes.

The criminal picked up his knife again and tried to reach Dong Kyung, but she was quick enough to get up right on time and run towards Myul Mang.

She crashed on him against his chest and grabbed on to him as tightly as possible.

Myul Mang didn't move. He kept staring at the killer.

"He has killed someone " Dong Kyung whispered to him in terror.

He looked down at her and it was then that he noticed a small scratch on her neck because of the force with which the killer might have grabbed her.

He frowned and looked back at the man who was frozen near his car.

"I would have simply handed you over to the Police, if you had not done that to her " Myul Mang informed before blinking his eyes which was enough to bring doom on the killer.

His neck suddenly tilted and with the sound of a bone crack, he fell to the ground.

Tak Dong Kyung shut her eyes and hugged Myul Mang tightly, scared to imagine what was happening at her back. He gently put one of his hand on her head.

"Are you okay ? " He asked in a whisper, to which she nodded.

When she lifted her head up to look at him, she felt something change around her. When she looked towards her right, she found herself in an entirely different place.

It was a large mysterious hall, with lamps lit with fire. She could see a large circular window behind him which had a dark shade of blue.

Her eyes widened and she looked at him in confusion.

"Where are we ?" She asked.

"It's my home " he said with a straight face.

She walked away from him and looked around. The place felt familiar but she couldn't remember anything.

"Have I been here before?" She asked.

"I hope not. " he said nervously.

She gave him a scared look and went ahead to sit next to the large window. She could see the night sky and twinkling stars.

"It's beautiful.." she exclaimed.

Myul Mang walked up to her which made her stand up instantly. She guessed he was there to say something, but he stood merely inches away from her.

She coughed slightly and looked away, feeling his intense gaze on her.

"Where did he hurt you? " He asked, taking his hand near her neck where he had seen the injury.

But she instantly grabbed his hand and looked back at him.

"What did you mean back then? "

Myul Mang raised his brow.

".. when you said, you would have simply handed the killer to the police if he had not done this to me "  she questioned.

He instantly took his hand off from her grip and moved back. He sighed and looked away. Obviously, he had no answer.

" Did you kill him ? " She asked, swallowing a lump in her throat.

Myul Mang stared back at her.

"Would you hate me if I did ? " He asked.

"No." She replied, without giving it a second thought. She herself was clueless how she was so confident that she wouldn't hate him.

"Why?" He asked.

"Because I'm sure you might have done it for a reason. You're that kind of being." She answered in a go, as if it was already there in her subconscious.

He felt he had heard that before, but when? He couldn't recall.

It made him anxious and he walked back to her, raising his hand towards her neck again.

"Let me see please.. " he pleaded, but she backed off.

"Keep your hands away until you answer me " she said.

"What ? " He asked.

Tak Dong Kyung sighed.

"I think.. I know you..  but I dont remember, have we met before ?" She said, searching for answers.

Her questions made him confused, as he already had his doubts. He gulped in and looked away,  unable to understand what to say.

"I don't know " he said.

Tak Dong Kyung took a deep breath before continuing.

"I don't remember anything, but I feel, I was happy with you..I feel....

.. I.. loved you" she spoke.

What she said, made him restless and he walked to her staring deep into her eyes which were welling up.

He pursed his lips and tried not to react to what she just said. He wanted to escape the situation as soon as possible, but he was concerned for her as well. And somehow, he knew what she was saying might even be true.

He sighed and gulped in before speaking up.

"Let. Me. See." He said sternly, clearly trying to avoid what she was saying.

She shook her head for a No.

"Keep your hands off. Answer me first."

It was enough to make him loose patience and he instantly pulled her towards him, encircling his hands around her waist.

She was taken aback as she immediately grabbed his coat to prevent herself from falling.

"What are you doing? " She asked, trying to catch her breath.

His gaze pierced her soul. It was just a little scratch she had on her neck, but he wanted it gone as soon as possible. Even he didn't know why he felt that way, given that he already knew she was going to die soon.

"You want me to keep my hands off. Fine."

She looked at him, confused about what he exactly meant.

To her surprise, he suddenly tilted his head, leaned down to her neck, and planted a soft kiss on the scratch.

Her stomach twisted as she felt his lips on her skin. She inhaled sharply and clenched the collar of his coat tighter.

He lifted his head up and looked at the scratch disappear. But he soon realized that he had escalated the tension between them. She had shut her eyes and was gasping for air.

"It's gone now" he said, looking at her intently.

She opened her eyes slowly and gathered courage to look up at him.

She felt a strange comfort when their eyes met.

"It was just a scratch" she whispered.

"Then just thank me " he said, his voice cracking.

She swallowed and gasped, but her mind wasn't working well at all. Without much control on herself , she let her feelings take over and she stood on her toes to reach his lips and cover the gap between them.

He did not know she would do something like that all of a sudden, but given the situation, he surely was expecting it to happen.

He shut his eyes as he felt her lips move against his. It took him few seconds to let his guard down and let his heart decide what was to be done.

She inhaled rigorously when she felt him responding to the kiss. His grip around her waist tightened and he pulled her closer into his himself.

She wrapped her hands around his neck and deepened the kiss. She felt giddy with the rising heat within her. For some reason, his lips felt familiar, she knew she had kissed him before, but she couldn't remember.

He played with her lips as if they belonged to him, and suddenly felt a slight touch of her tongue in his mouth.

She wanted more. Subconsciously.

He gasped and let her enter his mouth, pushing her back against the wall next to the window, without leaving her lips for even a second.

She winced as she felt her back hit the wall and his strong chest pressed against her tiny physique.

He pulled her up a little by her waist so she could stand on his feet, making it easier for her to kiss him back.

He explored her mouth, sending shivers down her spine. She moaned and struggled to breath. He passionately delved into her mouth, making her dig her fingers in his hair and pull it gently.

He groaned and kissed her fervently, feeling her tiny fingers tugging on to his hair.

She felt his hands kneading the soft skin on her waist.

Her hands instinctively grabbed the colar of his coat and with a little effort, she pushed it back. He made a slight movement of his arms to let the coat slip off his body and fall on the ground.

He gave her little time to catch her breath before cupping her face and kissing her back.

She slid her hand to his waist and clenched his sweater. She felt her toes curl with each movement of his tongue in her mouth.

He slipped his hand in her soft hair and opened the loose bun she had, letting her hair flow open.

He carressed her neck as he kissed her more.

After a while, he stopped and looked at her, his face was crimson red with the rush of blood and lips slightly swollen.

Both of them struggled to breathe as he spoke.

"Tak Dong Kyung.. " he panted.

She gasped and felt nervous with the way he took her name. His eyes were filled with passion.

"I don't remember why.. I don't remember how and I don't remember since when.. but.. I love you..."

She smiled a little and a tear rolled down her cheek.

"I feel I Love you too.. Kim Saram" she whispered, before kissing him back.

A/N : Thank you so much reading! This is my first work on the doom couple! :) Sorry if there were any mistakes :( Please leave your reaction here :) I will write more if you all liked it <3 

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Yay lasertag!!! Janus you should totally go visit Remus on the weekend and hang out! Also, maybe invite Remy too, if they wanna come. Then (specially if they don't show) you can plan with them both to maybe go on another hangout with Remus but to somewhere you like and let Remy tag along for the ride if they wanna while u're at it.

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Janus: "Ah yes! I will let you know that after hanging out with Remus I managed to use my incredible totally very good texting skills to ask the Rems if they wanted to go to an art museum and they both for some reaosn, maybe they are being blackmailed, said yes! I hope it will go g-"

He cut himself off as he saw the two Rems come towards him. He had been waiting outside the museum. (Honestly half the reason he had choosen it was because he knew Remus liked art)

Remus waved at him while grinning. He had on sweatpants, a way too large t-shirt and a necklace made out of animal bones. Remy had their arm swung around him. Even though they had sunglasses on their eyebags were still visible.

“Aight gamers! Are we ready to do an epic art heist!! I got my sunglasses ready!” Remus exclaimed. He didn’t, he was planning on stealing Remy’s sunglasses.

“Partner you’re forgetting that we must first observe the security measures of the museum before we can even start to plan the heist” Janus replied.

“Oh!!! That’s what we’re doing today isn’t it??”

“Correct partner!”

“Babes I dunno why you gotta steal art when I’m standing right here” Remy added while posing.

“Good point. Good point” 

Janus had on a yellow bowtie he’d gotten from Logan, a loose purple shirt and black dress pants. People had to look fancy when they went to museums right? Remy had a skirt short enough to fool god and their boyfriend’s hoodie on (it looked oversized on them but with how skinny they were Everything looked oversized on them).

As soon as they got in Remus started to bounce up and down as he looked at the posters showing all the different exhibitions. There was a modern art one, classical and one smaller exhibition for specifically mosaic works.

“So whatcha you wanna look at Snakey?” Remus asked.

Janus was caught of guard “Why are you asking me?”

“Well you chose how we would hang out. C’mon you deserve to choose this too”

He looked over to Remy who shrugged “Uhm okay. Well. The classical paintings would proably give us the most money on the black market so lets look at those”

“Yay!” 

Remus quickly took on his noise canceling headphones and a chew necklace before doing thumbs up. He firmly took Janus’ hand in his. He sent him a soft smile which made Jan’s heart spin before dashing of with him into the exhibition.

A few big paintings from the renaissance hung on the wall. Remy came a little later since with the cane they walked pretty slow. Remus eyed the paintings from a distance before squinting at them up close. He flapped the hand he was hoding Janus with around.

"Oh!!! This is so cool!!!! This is from the renaissance but it's not using the chiaro oscuro technique like everyone did 'cause Da Vinci would eat their newborn if they didnt!”

"Is that why it's looking flatter than me?" Remy asked.

“YEah!! Augh I love the renaissance!!! Mostly because they were dissecting bodies so much!! sometimes for the sole purpose of drawing anatomy better!! I wanna do that! Or watch someone do that! Getting to see one of those old classrooms where they dissected corpses would be so awesome!”

“Huh good way to get rid of bodies. Great time for serial killers” Janus commented.

He let out a dreamy sigh “It truly was. They’re doing serial killers dirty nowadays”

They went through some more rooms of renaissance paintings. Janus made sure to hold Remus back a bit so Remy could keep up with them. The duke kept rambling about different shading techniques.

They stepped into another room and the style changed. Remus continued to flap his hand nonetheless. Janus was definitely going to have pain in his wrist tomorrow. It was worth it if he could hold his hand though.

Remy leaned their elbow on top of Janus’ head “This is like the baroque time right?”

“YEah!” Remus’ eyes went huge “Bean you didn’t tell me you were into art history??! Do you know about Ruben too?? I like how he paints butts!”

“What? Nah. I just- I can like see it on the clothes in the paintings. Can’t you?”

“Do I look like a time traveling fashiong guru” Janus replied sarcastically “That is honestly impressive”

Remy sunk in on themself and a hint of red appeared on their cheeks “No. Nah. I’m like a total airhead! Completel idiot! hehe I’m like tots sure everyone knows this stuff. Y’all are just bad at fashion. I uh anyway Rem you were gonna rant?”

“I was?”

“Yeah!”

“Oh....Okay!!” He looked around the room before getting caught on a small painting in the corner. He dashed over to it “HANds!”

The painting depicted 2 bloody hands over a table. They were holding onto each other. the red stuck out against the dark background. It was hard to see if they were supposed to belong to two people who were fighting or in love.

Remus looked down at Janus’ hand while playing with his fingers “I think my favorite body part are hands” He mumbled “I mean they’re horseshit to draw but they can do so much”

Janus looked away from the painting as well. He let his crush do whatever he wanted with his hand as long as he kept holding it. the way he held him so lightly but kept rubbing his thumb up and down his skin made him melt.

“Yeah they can do a lot of fucked up shit” Remy butted in. Jan nearly jumped. He’d completely lost himself in adoring his crush.

“Well hands can also be used to give snakes small berries! And to make coffee!”

“Girl I wasn’t starting an argument. But you sure did won it!”

Remus was staring down into the floor as he said “When I become a cannibal I would wanna try eating human fingers first. I’m sure they would be tasty”

“Why was there a when in there?” Jan asked in a small amount of terror.

“Oh yeah babe totally. I will like actually eat a dick” Remy agreed.

“Why is there a will in there? What kind of time tenses are you people on?? Does english grammar mean nothing to you heathens!?”

Remy got a smug look on their face. They poked their finger right into Janus’ chest “C’mon say what you will eat when you become a cannibal”

“Yeah Snakey” Remus squished his cheeks “Say it! Say it! Say it!”

The two of them kept going on while Janus looked like a sour lemon until he finally caved in.

“Fine. I would either eat the stomach or....the buttocks since they would have the most fat and sustain me the longest”

The Rems looked at each other before bursting out into laughter. “He said butT!” Remus cackled out. The other Rem nodded along and pretended to wipe away a tear from laughter.

“Aight babe let’s put the guy out of his misery” 

They motioned for Remus to go ahead. He happily skipped into the next room and grabbed Jan’s hand to take him with him. The snake couldn’t help but notice how Remy stayed behind for a monent.

“Oh cool!! We’re onto impressionism! The first real art style!” He sighed “From impressionism to cartoon furries. How magical the journey of art is” 

(Jan who had a scaley phase in high school chose to not reply)

“I love the music as well. Crazy lads. My favorite lad?” Remus snickered “De bussy!!”

“That’s my porn name” Remy instantly replied, coming up behind them. “Hey that paint lady kinda like looks like Terra” They pointed at a painting.

“....Hey YEaH! I guess my art is timeless!”

Janus looked between them “who’s Terra?”

“Well girl” Remy playfully ruffled Remus’ hair “She’s just Rem’s tots cool like cartoon character. She’s like all over his sketchbook. Makes it look kinda straight if you ask me but she does have like a very cool design so I get it!”

“Oh......Yes...Sounds very....cool”

The group kept going around looking at art. While it felt like lead was filling Janus’ chest. He’d never heard about Terra. He’d never seen his sketchbook. Meaning they had spent time with each other without him.

He pierced his nails into his palms to stop the thoughts. He refused to be some jealous person who didn’t allow his friends to hang out without him.....Still he wish he could have seen the drawings as well....seen them smile together...heard their shared laughter....

Oh. Oh what if they thought he was annoying. What if they preferred being without him. What if he’d forced them to come here today. What if-

“Hey snakey wanna look at the modern art as well?” Remus interrupted.

“What?” 

Without realizing they’d gone through all of the classic art. Now they were in the last room with not much more than a giant painting the size of one of the walls and a bench.

“That sounds horrid!”

“Yay!”

Remus quickly continued of into the next exhibition. Janus still had the taste of lead filling his throat as he went to follow. Until he realized Remy wasn’t there. He turned around and saw them sitting on the bench in front of the painting. They were leaning their arms on their cane.

“It would probably give us a lot on the black market” Jan said while sitting down beside them.

“Mhm. It’s pretty. I just like wanted to look at it some more” They lied.

“Understandable” 

The painting was pretty much a big flower field with a summer sky shining down on it. Janus noticed how Remy forced deep breathes through their gritted teeth. Their brows were furrowed and their hands kept shaking.

“Are you alright?”

“Of course!” 

“I have some painkillers with me. Would that help agains the pain you’re totally not in?”

They glanced over to him “Girl what you doing walking around with painkillers?”

He looked at them with the most deadpan expression “Remy I’m overweight. You can not phantom how often I get knee pain" He took out a pill and held it out to them "Here"

"There's really like no need! I can like handle it"

Even more deadpan "You shouldn’t have to ‘handle it’. It's 1 painkiller dear. I'm not exactly becoming a saint because of this"

They hesitantly took it "Thanks"

He did fingerguns "No problemo"

They stayed sitting for a bit so the pill could kick in. Jan shuly glanced over to admire them every now and then. Remy kept looking down into the floor while picking at their skin.

“I’m sorry” They said it in a much quieter voice than their usual high pitched one “I tried to do everything right so I wouldn’t ruin everything. I even went to bed early so I wouldn’t get tired....I...I really looked forward to getting to be with you two”

Janus heart beat faster. He pulled himself together to comfort them “You haven’t ruined a thing”

They hid their face in their hands “I’ve been tired and out of it all day. I keep like slowing you down. Don’t think I haven’t like noticed how much you have to hold Rem back from going faster! I’ve just been making this all much worse than it should have been”

“Well you’re here aren’t you? I for one appreciate you simply being here. You don’t have to do anything to make me appreciate you, don’t even have to talk. I hope you know that”

“....really?”

“Oh no darling I totally expect you to win the nobel prize while in a kind of pain I can’t even imagine being in on a daily basis”

Remy chuckled “Thanks”

“There’s really no need for that. I am at any and all times doing the absolute minimum to be counted as a decent human being”

“Sure snakey-babey” They had a soft smile on their face.

They moved to hug him. Their arms wrapped around his back and they muffled their head right between his man titties. Janus sat still for a few seconds, too flustered to think before moving his arms around them as well. A hand on the back of their head, another on their lower back. Their skin felt so cold against his.

Remy closed their eyes and let themself calm down. They could feel Janus’ breathing against their hair.

“I think my fav like human part is the chest” They mumbled out “‘Cause I can hear the heart beat. It reminds me I’m- we’re still like alive”

“Like a bloody biological seashell”

“Exactly” They pressed themself closer. “I like being with you” It was nothing more than a whisper, like it was a secret “When you’re here I feel a bit less like a rotting corpse”

Janus held onto them harder “Well I-I try my best”

“I know babe”

His heart was beating out of his chest. The people around them must think they were a couple. He closed his eyes and focused on Remy’s touch, on Picani’s words from their last session. He managed to push enough of the shame away and focus on the happy butterflies in his stomach instead.

Remy moved away. The moment broke.

“We should probs go find Rem before he starts like eating the art”

“haha yeah” Janus did thumbs up but kept sitting. He’d gone full idiot.

It wasn’t until he saw Remy straining to stand up even with the cane his brain kicked back in.

“Is there some way I could help?”

They didn’t answer. But they did lean their arm around his shoulder to let him carry some of their weight. They slowly but surely made their way to the modern art exhibition.

Remus was sitting crosslegged in front of a weird statue, he was doodling in his sketchbook but shone up into a smile when he saw them.

“There you are! I was starting to think that either the zombie apocalypse had started or you were making out somehwere”

“Oh yeah babe. Full tounge” Remy joked back. Jan let out an inhumane noise.

He closed his sketchbook “I think we’re done here. You’re looking tired beanie. We can come back some other day”

Remy held back the urge to lie that they were fine. Instead they weakly nodded.

The gang left the museum. Right beside it was an ice cream shop. Remus got 3 scoops of a worryingly weird mix of flavors. Janus got 1 scoop of lemon. Remy didn’t feel like eating.

They sat down on a couple of benches right outside. Remy laid down with their head leaned onto Remus’ thigh. He chewed his ice cream while calmly moving his hand up and down their back.

Soon enough they were deep asleep. Janus quickly laid his jacket over their legs. He didn’t want to accidentally see anything under their skirt without their consent.

Remus stared at him like a blood sucking eagle while smiling ���Soooo now when beanie is in dream land.......Do” He stopped to giggle “Janny. Janny. Do. Do you like someooooonnneee??”

Janus just blinked at him for half a minute. This was too much. This whole day was too much. He was a wreck. His crush was asking him THis?! While his other crush was laying in his crush’s lap?!?

“Why- Why- What- Who are you working for?! The fucking FBI??? Are they after me?” He desperately tried to joke it away.

“No. No. But seriously JanJan!” He wiggled his shoulders around in a stimmy way “Do you happen to like anyone with a name that starts on R????”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Janus kept glancing between his two crushes while his blushing could be seen out into space. He wanted to lie but his mouth wouldn’t move.

Remus leaned closer and whispered “You’re into Remy right?”

He nodded. A breathe of relief went through him. At least Remus didn’t know he liked him.

“OH I KNEW IT!” Remus yelled out in excitement while flapping his hands.

“Shh! Shh!” Janus scrambled to cover his mouth as Remy stirred for a moment. “Shhhh!” They cuddled closer to their friend and fell back asleep.

“I knew it!” He giggled “Or I mean Remy knew. They told me they thought you were into them”

“WHAT?!” 

Now it was Remus that covered his mouth. He was full on cackling “Yeah! They said it was really obvious! But good for you snakey! I’m sure if you murder their boyfriend you can get them in no time! Or you can become a fab homewrecker!! I can help you buy a nice sexy dress and all!!”

Janus paled in terror “How- In- What- In what way did they say it was obvious?”

“Oh y’know-”

The notif on his phone went off. He checked and his eyes went wide. He carefully moved Remy’s head onto the bench before standing up.

“Sorry snakey! Ro needs super duper emergency help! Gotta go!! See you later! Don’t die!”

Remus left him just like that.  Right after dropping THAT bomb on him. Janus sat unmoving. His mouth was slightly agape in shock. His thoughts were runnig around screaming nonstop.

He sat like that for over 20 minutes until Remy let out a yawn and slowly woke up. They took off their sunglasses to rub their eyes. Just seeing their vibrantly green eyes made Janus panic even more.

“Did Rem disintegrate?” Their voice was hoarse from sleepyness. Janus pinched himself to hold back the uhm feelings.

“He- he uh he went he went he sure did went yeah”

“....Cool!”

They stretched their joints, they all cracked. They looked to Janus and moved closer. He couldn’t breathe. They knew. They knew. They knew.

“Girl are you feeling okay?” They pressed their palm to his forehead “You’re like super hot. In both ways! Maybe you should like go home and rest. I gotta get home before my boyf gets home anyway”

“Y-yeah” Was all Janus could get out.

“Cool. OH! By the way! Girl!!! We haven’t like hung out just the two of us right?? We should tots do that! Just like tell me whatever you wanna do and we can do it!”

“Yeah”

“Awesome! Well I’ll see you on that hang out then”

They hugged him for just a few seconds but for those seconds Janus felt like he was in heaven.

They got up and left. Janus slumped over on the bench. His heart was going crazy. They knew. They knew and now they wanted to hang out alone with him. He turned to you. His eyes were wide and panicked.

Janus: “W-what am I supposed to do? I don’t know any good hang out plans! Do you know any??? I’m- this is all- how did they even know I like them! Oh I’m sounding like an overdramatic 13 year old.....This totally isn’t really overwhelming. I would hate getting Logan cuddles right now!”

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Another Day

Jungkook x Reader

Page 2

You entered the huge amphitheater. If you had to draw your stomach right now it would look a lot like  a very tight knot. You knew everyone had their eyes on first years, and with your social anxiety, just existing amongst seniors gave you cold sweat. Makes you think that it was not such a good idea to sign up for some advanced extra classes. Nevertheless, you were beyond excited for your first day. Science history  was always something you were interested in, and finally getting proper information about all the things you found fascinating excited you.

"I am professor Triplelegg" The tall light haired man spelled his-quite funny name- on the huge board. He wore round glasses that seemed too small for his face and a funny colorful tie. "And I will be responsible for your science history knowledge this semester" He made a short pause and then started pacing around the room. "I suppose you've all heard of our beloved German theoretical physicist, Albert Einstein... Big lad AL" he laughed at his own joke, scanning the room for some kind of positive reaction, but when he didn't find any he proceeded his talk " I should say that laughing at my jokes could win you points.."

And around that moment, the  sound of the room’s huge door closing echoed. A tall dark haired young man walked calmly to his sit. He was wearing a black shirt and loose jean pants. You could see his toned body peaking through the fabric, and what looked like a tattoo around his neck. You gulped for a second, and you think every girl in your class did the same....He walked like the whole class wasn't staring at him, like the professor didn't just form a clear 'I'll banish you from these lands if you're ever late in my class again' expression.... He walked like there wasn't a single care to give.

"Class, seems like our friend here didn't really care about the introduction of today's lesson..." he slowly walked towards the attractive student. "Perhaps you could enlighten us with your knowledge and tell us what the Annus Mirabilis papers are, and when they were published" 

The boy looked up, and around the class, forming a a cheeky side smile on his pale and soft looking face. "Annus Mirabilis or else Miracle year, are the four papers published by Albert Einstein in 1905. These four papers were major contributions to the foundation of modern physics. They revolutionized science's understanding of the fundamental concepts of space, time, mass, and energy"

The professor stared at him, you couldn't quite see his face but you bet your favorite butterfly ring that he was completely fazed and caught off guard. "Glad to see someone here appreciates Einstein.." the professor acknowledged. But the student quickly replied

"Appreciate Einstein? Why would I ever appreciate a racists middle aged man?"

You swear you heard a couple of people gasping. But you stayed unfazed, interested in the way the conversation was going. 

"You don't speak like that about the father of Science in my classroom  young man. I appreciate and encourage conversations and opinions, but this is just absurd!"

"Absurd?" The boy scoffed " Don't get me wrong, mister relativity was an incredible physicist, but half of his 'borrowed' work was straight up stolen, and he didn't acknowledge other people's opinions just because of their ethnicity. So yeah, forgive me if I don't have 'Einstein rocks!#E=mc*2' tattooed in my back" 

Wow, first day in class and Collage is already surpassing all of your expectations. You notice the professor being quite pissed of.

"He's right, you know." you don't know what got into you, but you felt the urge to hop in this controversial conversation. You were always more nosey than you liked. You notice the student's piercing brown eyes sizing you up, from top to bottom. If looks could kill this boy would be a serial killer....You felt a bit in-prisoned by his stare, but you found the courage to continue anyway. "I mean, I don't know about everything my classmate just claimed, but I do feel that learning the history of these incredibly well known scientists shouldn't be one sided. History after all is never one sided. There are goods and bads and well..." you stutter a bit as you now realize that a classroom of mostly seniors was fixated at you and what you had to say, especially him. "well I think both dark and light should be highlighted. I believe we deserve a well rounded knowledge" as you finish your sentence, you catch  the boy smirking at you. You don't answer with a reaction, you turn your head to the professor who was resizing his glasses and started walking towards your sit

"I'm glad you guys have opinions. It shows that you're actually interested in this class. But I assure you, false claims will not be tolerated as I teach. Now, let's begin with the first chapter, shall we?"

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