#in a hotel room where they could injure themselves

[louisisalarrie]

no one fucking helped him and that keeps just repeating in my head

[cottagecore-raccoon]

Since the Christmas season is upon us, I thought I'd recommend some of my favorite Good Omens fics that put me in the holiday spirit:

What Are You Doing New Year's Eve by theshoparoundthecorner (40k)

“Bit of an odd tradition, if you ask me,” he said, if not to get his mind off the longing that had settled in his chest. Aziraphale shrugged. “I think it’s rather sweet. A kiss for good luck. Seems a nice way to start the year. Very human.” Crowley nodded. “Can’t seem to keep their hands off each other, that lot. Always finding excuses. First it’s mistletoe at Christmas, then it’s luck for the New Year…” “Well there’s no need to be so grouchy about it,” Aziraphale said. “I think it’s lovely.” Crowley’s heart ached a little more as he watched Aziraphale smile up at the glowing numbers on the building above them. Yeah, he thought, lovely. Five times Crowley thought about kissing Aziraphale on New Year's Eve, and one time he did.

Snow Angel by Vagabond (14k)

Human!AU. Aziraphale needs a date to his brother's Christmas party to avoid getting set up with someone. Anathema suggests Crowley, the office bad boy. They go, get snowed in, and have a heart-to-heart that ends in a Happy Christmas. From a prompt: Human!AU: Aziraphale needs a date for family Christmas. He invites the office rebel/bad boy, Crowley.

all i need, darling, is a life in your shape by deadgreeks (14k)

After everything, Aziraphale and Crowley, by unspoken agreement, begin sharing their lives. --- Why? Aziraphale wanted to ask him, why millennia of the way things were, and now this? But while Crowley seemed to have little issue upending every unspoken rule they’d ever written for themselves, Aziraphale was not so flexible, and they had spent thousands of years never quite addressing whatever it was this had stemmed from. Words, Aziraphale had always felt, were for bickering about where to eat for lunch, or hashing out ontological debates, or other trivial nonsense; there was no need to trifle with the imprecision of language, with phrasing and the possibility of being misconstrued, when it came to important matters if the other person simply understood, without needing it said. Six thousand years ago, when Aziraphale had met Crowley on the wall of Eden, watching the first two humans set out to begin the rest of history, something deep within him, more central even than his Grace, had thought, oh, it’s you, and that had been enough for him--for both of them, he assumed--for three millennia. However much he wanted to ask, he didn’t know how. The words simply weren’t there.

Shelter from the Storm by AppleSeeds (13k)

They're coworkers in town for a conference, but a storm has knocked the power out in the hotel where they were supposed to be staying, so Crowley and Aziraphale brave the storm and find their way to a charming little B&B, which has one room available, and it's the honeymoon suite, which only has one bed, and now Aziraphale is injured and needs to be looked after, and oh no now the power's out here too but at least they have the soft flickering glow of the candlelight but OH NO the heating's gone off too and it's getting VERY cold and Newt's the one trying to fix it... whatever will Aziraphale and Crowley do? AKA, what happens when I try to squeeze as many tropes as I possibly can into one story.

The Anon Before Christmas by foolishlovers (67k)

When Crowley’s friend, blogging buddy and business partner Anathema announces her annual Secret Santa Exchange on Tumblr, she is very adamant Crowley should join this year. The old-fashioned (but admittedly compassionate) man he gets assigned to send anonymous messages to every day until Christmas sounds awfully similar to the fussy bookseller that his friends adore, yet Crowley tries to avoid at all costs. But surely his friends would have mentioned if Aziraphale had taken an interest in the Bad Omens fandom as well… right? Or: An Enemies to Lovers Secret Santa Tumblr AU.

I could definitely use some more recs, so reblog with your favorite holiday fics! Self recs more than welcome :)

[betterfettered]

Can I please have yandere Natasha who wants to pamper her fem daring? However, her fem darling refuses her affection. (As the one shot story if that's okay).

Hey bby! I tried to include a little tid bit about your OCs too :) (AFAB!reader x AFAB!yandere, cis wlw)(noncon)(drugging)(kidnapping)(gaslighting)(18+ readers only please, mdni)(Please let me know if I am missing a TW)[This is fetish content and rape and abuse are disgusting and inexcusable in real life.]

Even after you know that Natasha is long gone, it takes you an hour or two before you try to escape. It feels like she has eyes everywhere, like she can detect your every breath , so you move painstakingly slowly to your feet. As soon as you are standing up completely, your head swims and your legs threaten to buckle out from beneath you; you have been sick for a long time, though, so that does not stop you from shuffling over to the locked window and gazing out at the jarring, sunlit thoroughfare beneath you. You know nothing about the tiny people you can see walking around on the ground several stories below you, an odd twist of fate considering that you have lived your entire life beneath their feet as a citizen of the Underworld, so you can only wonder if they would help you if they knew your predicament. You’d never beat against the glass hard enough for anyone to notice, but if they did, would they wave to you and promise to save you? Would they cry themselves seeing your tears?

            You don’t even make it to the door. Pain shoots out from most of your leg joints after only a few steps until you collapse to the ground, rolling over onto your side to curl into fetal position and sob. It isn’t that you don’t have the will, as you have never wanted more in your life than to leave this room – your body just won’t move, even to wipe away your tears, even though your heart is pounding at the thought of being found here.

            After a few hours, when you’re already in significant pain from staying in the same position for so long, the door swings open and hits the top of your head. You groan, curling into yourself a little, and hear Natasha gasp in horror.

            “Oh, heavens. My love, are you okay?” she says, the door locking behind her with a snap. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry.”

            None too gently, Natasha slides her arms underneath you and stands, raising you from the ground, then carries you back to the bed. She is exceedingly careful in how she lays you down, making sure that all of your limbs are rested in an ergonomic fashion, even though you feel the way her fingers wander.

            “Please, follow my instructions so that we can make sure that you’re not injured.”

            One of her hands lies on your face and strokes your cheek, her expression trying to conceal her fear.

            “Tell me where you are right now.”

            “No.”

            “No, you don’t know where you are?”

            “No, I won’t do what you ask,” you say, shaking your head and feeling tears burning your eyes. “I want to go home.”

            She nods, the smile on her face a little stiff, then brushes your leaking eyes with her thumb.

            “I understand,” she says, turning from you to go and fetch the groceries. “I know just the thing to make you feel better. Then I’ll send you back home as you wish.”

            You’re so shocked for a second that you feel like your body keeps crying while you are completely still. Did she say you could go home? You can’t believe it – you’ve been trapped in this hotel room for so long that you’ve lost count of the days. Your heart soars at the possibility of talking to your sister again, even thought you hadn’t sought her out before and don’t even know if she’s still alive: your memory of her has been your only solace in this unending nightmare of being “helped” by Natasha, your imaginary manifestation of her being the your sole source of happiness.

            Natasha approaches again with syringe in hand, her smile more relaxed now.

            “One last bit of medicine to help with your pain before you go,” she says, and then places her hand on your shoulder, running it gently along the skin down to your inner elbow. Once there, she feels around for a second to find your vein.

            “One two three, be brave!” she says, and then spears the needle into your arm, thumb pressing its liquid into your vein. “Now, let me get your bag ready and write down some discharge instructions.”

            She grabs your chin and tugs you towards her, pressing her lips onto yours snaking her tongue into your mouth and grabbing your hair to pull you closer. You don’t want to waste energy on struggling, so you allow her to invade you like that, clenching your hand to have another sensation to focus on.

            “I would be so devastated if something happened to you once you leave, after all,” Natasha coos after pulling away. She flashes you another grin for a second, and then heads to the wardrobe within your room. Once there, she pulls out the bag you’d been carrying when she lured you in, drops it onto the floor, and begins folding up your street clothes to place inside of it.

            For a moment, you think the strange sensation bubbling within you is anxiety, and then you gag so hard aloud that it sounds like a cough. Your entire body feels bad, somehow, but you can’t tell what it is because you feel distant from it, panicking and gagging over and over.

            “Natasha,” you cry out, unable to lift yourself up from how fast the room is spinning you into dizziness. “Natasha!”

            She continues folding your clothing.

            “There’s something wrong! Help, please.”

            That makes her turn around, her expression curious.

            “Something wrong? Like what?”

            “I don’t know.”

            “That’s fine then, I’m sure you can take care of it at home with over the counter meds,” she says, turning back to the closet and grabbing your jacket to fold.

            “No, I can’t,” you gasp between your retching, starting to sob. “Something’s really wrong. Help me. Please, Nat, I’m begging. I’m…begging, I don’t want to die.”

            At this, she turns from her folding work.

            “Begging for what?” she asks, smarmy innocence in her tone. All the while she walks towards you.

            “For help.”

            “Oh, did you need me?”

            “Please!”

            “Say it.”

            “I need you. I need you to help me. I’m really sick.”

            “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you all along, darling,” she says, wrapping her arms around you. You can feel the warmth of her breath fanning along the apples of your cheeks. “You need to be here. Without me, you’d be suffering so much, right?”

            You nod.

            She relinquishes you, pulls your arms away from where you’d been instinctively protecting your breasts from her, and injects your inner elbow again with a different syringe from her pocket.

After only a few seconds, you feel so much better, your limbs feeling like jello and your mind a little fuzzy, but free of the continuous gagging.

She presses her lips to yours, exhaling in pleasure at their softness, at the way your plush body yields when she gropes and then presses into you. You lie still and let her do what she wants until you feel her hand groping your pussy, squeezing it and running her fingers along it in tandem. When you start to struggle against the stimulation, she bites your lip hard enough that the taste of iron seeps onto your taste buds.

            “Let’s start your check up again,” she pants, pulling away. “It’s always best to test someone’s well being with all of your senses. So right now, let me check you with my mouth.”

            Your heart sinks, but you don’t want her to inject you with whatever she had before. Letting your eyes press shut, hot tears spilling down to your temples, tears threaten your eyes when she kisses you again. You can’t help but cringe feeling her hands on your tits, massaging them aggressively; at the same time, the way your cheeks heat up feels completely unfamiliar. The sound of a breathy moan escaping from your mouth shocks you – you realize that Natasha pushing your shirt aside and using her tongue to stroke away the pain her fingers pinching your nipples left behind is making your clit a little stiff.

            “Stop,” you whine, trying to turn your chest away from her mouth, the arousal building up in the pit of your stomach getting harder to ignore.

            “Of course,” Natasha says, kissing either of your tits. “I know what you’re looking for.”

            Her hand sliding up from your cunt to the top of your underwear is so quick you don’t notice it happening; how exposed you are only becomes clear when she buries her face in your pussy, sucking and tonguing your clit while her fingers, roughly jammed into you, start to rub up hard against your G-spot.

            You open your mouth to ask her to stop, but only hear yourself panting, your hips bucking and squirming against her face. You dig your nails into the crook of your elbow as though that will take out whatever she drugged you with to make you feel like this.

            “I don’t want this,” you moan, unable to stop pressing your pussy against her mouth. “What did you do to me? I – agh!”

            Your entire body shudders endlessly, strange noises flooding out of your mouth at her unrelenting tongue sliding back and forth against you while you cum over and over. You feel embarrassed at how you’re writhing and yelping like an animal, but she won’t stop until you are trembling and trying to scoot your overstimulated core away from her. At that, she straddles you on the bed, both hands squeezing you all over.

            “It makes me so happy when you feel good,” she says. “I just want to ride your cute face. But you must be worn out, so maybe tomorrow.”

            Shivering from the disgusting mess between your legs and allowing yourself to cry quietly, you wonder if you should have just coped with the poison instead.

[lace-coffin]

adding onto Asa's newest pet coddling and babying his bugs, how would he react to us protecting them?

Like, maybe another member of the collection got out and found s/o where Asa keeps the bugs and, and startled s/o drops the giant tarantula from where they are on their knees. In their momentary fright, they flinch and shove the tarantula's enclosure, braking it and alerting Asa that something is wrong.

The startled tarantula starts crawling around, quickly moving in the escapee's direction, and just as Asa opens the door, his pet stops the escapee from squishing the tarantula they so fondly named Cocoa by covering it with their hand and scooping him (the tarantula) out of dangers way

this unfortunately leads to the breaking of Asa's pets' hand, however, s/o seems more concerned for Cocoa, as they now have the giant furry spider clutches closely for their chest, but not to tightly, as Asa had taught them to handle it gently

Also I loved the last one!!! very sweet and exactly what I was hoping for, thank you so much!!

Hi I’m really glad you enjoyed the last one! It actually turned out to be one of my fave fics I’ve written and I really appreciate how much detail you always give me to work with! 💖

How would Asa Emory react to his pet/SO injuring themselves to save one of his bugs?

Asa Emory x gn!Reader

Requests are open!

Trigger warning for mild violence and blood.

Shit shit shit. This was not was Asa needed right now. One of his older failed projects had bolted past him and disappeared into the dark halls of the hotel. The Collector in question was currently dragging himself up from the floor with the aid of a near by table, winded and panting.

In a moment of accidental carelessness he’d turned his back, deeming the captive inundated enough to leave. After a round of ‘experimenting’ it wasn’t like he was in any state to move, at least Asa thought. the man laid bloodied and wounded in a pile, paper mache mask stapled to his clammy skin.

Apparently he still had some fight left in him, swiping Asa’s ankle before he could start chaining him back up. That led to the situation now.

By the time he’d gathered himself and trudged to the door the captive was out of sight, it would be impossible to find him right away, he loved his hotel but the twisting halls all blended into one, even if you were a regular visitor. The bloodied and beaten man could be anywhere by now, Asa having no way in knowing where for sure.

Suddenly the sense of urgency came crashing down on him. You were currently spending your allotted free time wandering the hotel, only ever drifting between the places that your master pre-approved as safe for you but on your own nonetheless. Usually the jingling collar on your neck served enough warning if you were to drift, the zombie like prisoners in the lower levels knew not to touch something marked by the hotels owner, one scrape on you could mean a punishment that would leave them wishing they were already dead.

Asa knew in the delirious state the man was in he wouldn’t know nor care you were off bounds, desperate and disoriented, looking for any opportunity for escape from this hellhole.

He could check the cameras, see if he could track the escapee making his way across the monitors but it would be too time consuming, time already not being on his side with you loose in the hotel, blissfully unaware of the deranged man stalking the halls. Fuck, he’d have to do this on foot and now.

On the other side of the hotel you hum quietly, running your fingers across the various terrariums in the specimen room. This was your favourite room to visit, having named all the critters to your liking and much to Asa’s amusement hidden under annoyance. You were particularly fond of the Blue Death Feigning Beetles, just a bunch of silly little blue guys that didn’t really know what was going on but happy to be there nonetheless.

Only one specimen held a higher place in your heart. Cocoa, an older rich brown curly haired tarantula or Tliltocatl albopilosus as Asa insisted. Asa had gifted her to you after seeing how well you handled the other specimens with a particular lean towards tarantulas. One of the easier kinds to keep, she lived up to her specie description well, docile and less prone to kicking hairs or biting. You two had bonded well, spending evenings together on the specimen room floor.

You watched happily as she tottered across the floor in-front of you, never letting her get too far before coaxing her back into your palms. Just as you were going to pluck her from the floor and return her to her tank the door slams open, leaving an indent in the wall where the handle smashed into it.

Crazed bloodshot eyes met yours from across the room, this was obviously one of sir’s projects, but what was it doing here? Fear spiked up your spine like ice as he started approaching with haste, blood gurgling in his mouth making anything he was attempting to say unintelligible. He probably thought you could help him. Poor guy. You felt a little pitiful for him.

That was until he lunged for you, sputtering blood over your fresh clothes from his dripping maw. You let out a startled scream, this seeming to annoy him more, slapping a dirty hand over your mouth in an attempt to silence you and stop his tormenter from locating him. You sink your teeth into his hand in retaliation, the feeling of splitting skin vile under your canines. He howls in pain, shoving you away from him and onto the floor.

You do the first thing you can think of and mentally apologise to cocoa for what’s about to happen. Gripping the table leg you shove the table over, by proxy pushing her tank onto the floor, with as much strength as you can muster. not before taking inventory of where cocoa is on the wooden floor, not wanting her to be hurt in the process.

Asa now only a hallway away hears the crash and swears under his breath, his worse fears becoming real as it becomes apparent you and the escaped victim are sharing the same room. He can only hope he gets to you before you sustain any injuries.

In the blur of chaos cocoa is startled and skitters across the room towards the man. the delirious man snarls in anger and fear, raising his foot to crush her under his tattered shoe. eyes snapping wide in terror you lurch across the floor for her as fast as you can. You manage to grab her just in time, your breath shaky as you scoop her up. The man above you takes this opportunity to stomp as hard as he can on your hand, the sick sound of your fingers crunching under his weight reaching your ears as you wail in pain.

Just as the man makes a run for it the door bangs open loudly to present a less than happy Asa, infuriated murderous look haunting his features. The man responsible for this whole ordeal visibly pales even more. Before he can shake off the shock a blade is swept across his throat with accuracy, leaving the ghostly man to crumple to the floor, gurgling on his own spit and blood. Your master watches him fall with a sick satisfaction, this is soon wiped from his face and replaced with concern when his gaze meets you.

Despite being disheveled and exhausted you hold Cocoa to your chest gently, whispering sweet words of comfort to her. You weren’t sure if the words were more for her or you but it didn’t matter right now, you were both safe.

You eyes finally rest on Asa and your expression softens, knowing things will be ok for definite now. “Sir…I’m sorry about the tank, I didn’t know what else to do, how to reach you. Cocoa’s ok, I’ve checked her over and she’s fine, see?” You cross the room to your master and extend your palm for cocoa to waddle onto Asa’s hand, letting him give her the once over.

“You took perfect care of her, I’m thankful, pet.” A small smile creeps onto his face but is quickly swept off as he sees your hand, red and throbbing, fingers already starting to bruise. Asa quickly places cocoa into an extra tank and turns back to you. “Hand” he orders, waiting for you to place your abused hand into his larger one. He looks over it carefully, flexing a few fingers and hearing you hiss. There’s definitely some breaks.

His face takes on a guilty but frustrated look. “What is this? You should’ve tended to yourself first” he lets out a deep breath. “Excuse my temper pet but you’re hurt, your hand is most likely fractured in a few places…I’m sorry for letting this happen.” He says remorsefully, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Sorry for not telling you sooner it’s just, I guess I didn’t even really register it, sure it hurt like a motherfucker-“

“Pet. language..”

“Sorry sir, it hurt real bad but I was so focused on making sure cocoa was safe it seemed like a non issue at the time.”

“I forgive you, little one” he whispers into your hair. you two stay like that for a moment, basking in each-others safety after the hectic events of this afternoon. Eventually the taller breaks away from the embrace with a sigh, gesturing to your damaged hand.

“Let’s get you fixed up and fed hm?” He suggests, suddenly hiking you up into his arms, your legs scrambling to wrap around his wide waist as you lean your head into the crook of his neck. Asa hum’s calmly as he makes his way through the halls, you snuggle deeper into his embrace, the events of the day finally weighing down on you.

“You can rest now cricket, sir has you, you’re safe.”

[daceydeath]

A Work Proposal (Part 15)

Pairing: Changbin x reader x Felix

Word Count: 2.5K

Genre: Smut 🔞

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, swearing, unprotected sex (don't be idiots), fingering, pet names

You had been working with Stray Kids for a while now and after a long day at work turns into a very unexpected but intriguing proposal. Will this change your world or end your career?

This was the first time you had ever left the country on an actual world tour, sure you had travelled with the kids to Japan on the occasion but this was a non stop for weeks at a time which was all new to you. Sure you knew the schedule back to front and start to finished because you had helped with the entire almost military operation it took to organize it but to actually be going along for the ride was not something you had ever done. The first few shows had been an intense burst of emotions, hopes, dreams and achievements and you could not have been prouder at how hard the kids had worked or how well it had all worked. But now sitting on a plane to head to Japan knowing you were going to be away for the better part of 2 months you were nervous of not only what might go wrong with the schedule but what might happen with your involvement in their lives as well as with their work.

All the stage crew and band had flown ahead so that things could be set up and ready to go and so far they stage crew had said that everything was running to schedule. The make up, costume and hair crew and half on the managers were on the next flight out and you were now sitting beside Chan feeling like there was something that you had missed.

"You are more nervous than the rest of us and it's our tour" Chan chuckled easily pulling his headphone out of his ear.

"I'm worried that its not going to be perfect" you sighed leaning back in the seat watching as some of the others took their plane selfies for Bubble and got themselves comfortable.

"It will be no matter what happens, we all know how hard you worked for us so it will be amazing" he sighed nudging you with his shoulder so that it didn't seem to friendly, you weren't taking chances with the other managers and flight crew around.

"So have you worked out your hotel room schedule?" you asked quietly looking at your tablet to check if there was anything you needed to do before you landed "Han told me you were working on some sort of who shares with who schedule".

"Of course he tells you that" Chan laughed loudly making it look like you two were laughing at something on your tablet "We thought if we just decided where you were all the time that would be a bit shitty of us".

"Because you are going to be exhausted and need rest after each show?" you mused knowing that at least with him that was never going to happen.

"No because you are your own person and you should be able to decide who you are with too not just be passed around like a toy, none of us ever want you to be hurt again because of any of us, you mean too much to us" he whispered seriously his voice soft as though he really needed you to understand how much they all cared.

"I know I'm not Channie" you smiled trying your hardest to not lean in and kiss his soft plump lips as you met his eyes looking at you so affectionately "I know that you all care for me".

"More than just care" he whispered his eyes flicking to your lips before he shook his head a little and moved himself back from you to prevent himself giving in to the exact same need you were feeling. Sighing you went back to your endless checking up on the schedule and making sure that in the few hours until you land the extra security you had arranged would be ready and in position to keep the kids safe. You didn't want to run any chances of anyone falling or getting injured by people who seemed to not be able to tell what was and wasn't appropriate when faced with seeing their favorite idol in the flesh.

When the plane touched down in Tokyo you were relieved staff were already making their way through security and immigration to collect everyone's bags, the head of the security that you had arranged was waiting for you and the fans in the terminal were, for the moment at least, brilliantly behaved. You made your way through the international terminal fairly easily hoping that the same level of respect would be maintained once you got into the general public section of the terminal, but you were faced with more fans than you expected. The kids were kept safe but the three guards you had asked for each member but it was the sheer small area of space that you were given to get through that was making you feel very uneasy especially when it came to the point you needed to form a single file to get through, you had been walking beside Chan most of the time keeping an eye out for all of the members in front of you but when Chan placed his hand on your lower back to move you in front of him to now keep you safe you knew that you were going to be scrutinized by Stay.

Stepping into the car you felt a sense of relief as Chan sat behind you beside Changbin and Felix dropped himself next to you while Seungmin sat in front of you.

"Is it always that...intense?" you asked nervously knowing that you would get a straight answer from them more than the other staff members.

"No sometimes it's worse" Changbin hummed his hand on Felix's shoulder.

"Ok good to know, I'll be more prepared next time" you sighed pressing your cool hands to your warm cheeks.

"Are you alright Jagi?" Felix mumbled taking his hand and placing against your forehead to check you.

"I'm alright Felix, I just don't like large crowds, makes me nervous" you smiled softly as he pouted softly lacing his fingers with yours once you lowered them from your face.

"We will keep you in the middle of us then to keep you safe" Seungmin smiled sweetly turning to look at you as you nodded knowing that you were never going to let that happen.

"We have two hours before your first sound check so that we can ensure everything is working then you have the night off before it all begins tomorrow" you announced knowing that the others in the second van were probably being told the same thing.

"So we have tonight?" Felix repeated

"Yes, you can go out and grab dinner, work out, write, rest or whatever just don't go missing or I will cry" you joked easily as the other two managers in the van chuckled along. Arriving at the hotel you went up to your room to shower and change before you made the solo trip to the venue to go over everything before the soundcheck started. The band had been set up and the stage crew had assure that the stage was safe as well as the confetti guns, streamer cannons and that the risers and stage doors were exactly to specification so all you really needed to do was the sign off before the boys tested it fully. Chan messaged you to say that they were leaving for the venue and would be there soon so you decided to wait for them in the designated rooms that had been set up for them.

"No one got lost" he grinned as he walked in followed by the other kids.

"Thank god, that would have been so much paperwork" you sighed dramatically as Chan sat next to you on the couch to look over your notes on the venue.

"Changbin and Felix want you tonight is that ok?" he whispered lowly to keep from being overheard.

"And they couldn't ask because?" you teased looking around to see if any of the managers were around.

"Because I said I would talk to you about it, and that you are already stressed about this tour you do not have to feel like you are required to stay with us every night you need rest too" he smiled wryly.

"I know that Chan and I will make sure to take care of myself too" you promised smiling at him softly.

"I'll let them know you will swing by their room later" Chan chuckled softly.

Knocking on the hotel room door seemed slightly odd considering that Chan and Lee Know's was across the hall and two doors down was their managers room. But the door swung open before you could give it much more thought and Changbin welcomed you in wearing a tight black tee that had you almost drooling as he allowed you to walk passed him into the room.

"Lixie is going to start us off baby, you want that?" Changbin whispered huskily against the shell of your ear, his broad chest pressed against your back. You couldn't help the shiver that ran down your spine as Felix grinned at you his eyes looking too innocent for what was about to happen.

"Come here Jagi" Felix purred holding his hand out to you which you took instantly letting him guide you to him to kiss you softly as he began undressing you slowly letting each piece of clothing fall to the floor around you messily while he kissed you all over.

"Felix" you gasped as he began nipping at your neck gently enough to not leave any marks on you but enough to make you skin burn for him.

"Lay down for me Jagi, I'm going to make you feel good" he mumbled against your skin as he helped you onto the bed.

"Once you get our baby to cum she's all mine" Changbin groaned as Felix ran his hands softly over your skin making you whimper in pleasure, his mouth moving to catch one of your nipples between his lips. His fingertips continued to tease you as the got closer and closer to your core seemingly happy to leave small marks on your chest as he worked you up gradually. When Felix finally pressed his fingers to your clit you moaned quietly making Felix's breath hitch your half closed eyes looking up at him.

"You're so cute Jagi" he cooed softly pressing his lips to your throat as you arched into him. Your breaths already coming out is soft pants as his talented fingers got you closer to your orgasm almost embarrassingly fast as you continued to moan and whimper at his movements.

"Relax baby, let Lixie make your stress go away" Changbin hummed from the end of the bed where he was sitting watching Felix's fingers circle you clit and your folds get wetter the closer you got.

"Lix, mmm" you mumbled your eyes glazed as you let your mind focus on the feeling of his lips on your skin and the pleasure pulsing through you while you ground your hips into his hand.

"So pretty Jagi, so pretty" he whispered biting gently at your breast and licking and sucking on the skin to sooth it.

"Lixie!" you cried your high crashing over you as you arched off the bed again his fingers slowing but not stopping to help you through your high.

"Such a good girl" Changbin groaned watching your slit glisten in the low light.

"So beautiful Jagi" Felix murmured against your lips as he kissed you softly before moving away and letting Changbin loom over you.

"All ready for me then" he smirked spreading your thighs even wider and hooking your legs over his shoulders before rubbing the tip of his cock along your folds. You gazed up at him your mouth falling open as he pushed into you even after your orgasm the feeling of being full of his cock was enough to almost sting. Changbin set a deep yet steady pace to begin with letting you feel every ridge and vein of his length as your tits bounced for him the coil in your belly starting to form again as he watched every expression you made.

"I'm going to fuck you until all you can think of is my cock baby" he smirked picking up his pace and thrusting faster into you making you gasp and mewl.

"Changbin" you whimpered as he picked up his pace again his fingers starting to massage your clit in time with his hips making you see stars, you know at this rate your going to cum again long before he does but you can't stop yourself from hurtling closer as you turned your head to find Felix slowly tugging his cock watching the spot where Changbin is disappearing inside you.

"Eyes on me baby" Changbin coos gently making you turn your head back to meet his heated gaze "Fuck you are so gorgeous like this" your eyes glazed over as your high washed over you making your walls tighten around his cock as he pulled himself from you but continued to play with your clit to let your pleasure continue washing over you.

"Changbin?" you mumbled dazed by your own pleasure and confused why he had pulled out of you when you were sure he hadn't finished.

"I'm here baby, I'm not done with this perfect pussy yet don't worry" he soothed sheathing himself into your still trembling walls. "How are you still this tight?" he groaned snapping his hips into you again making your eyes roll back in your head. Your mind could only focus on the feeling of Changbin filling you, the sound of skin smacking against skin and the sounds of Changbin and Felix's pants and groans.

"You alright Jagi?" Felix murmured letting go of his dick to crouch down beside you sweeping your hair from your sweat dampened skin. You nodded slowly not able to even form words as his fingers grazed down your cheek to your neck making you arch your back and let a nonsensical noise come from your throat.

"I don't think she can speak anymore Bin" he smirked turning his head to meet Changbin's eyes as he continued to fuck you deeply although a little slower as he moved back to where he was sitting and letting Changbin continue to fuck you into the mattress.

"Such a good girl, getting all cock drunk for me" he groaned sliding his fingers back down your leg to start pinching and rolling your puffy clit between his fingers softly making you keen loudly as another orgasm washed over you tears flowing from your eyes as you blankly started up at him your eyes to blurred with tears to even see him clearly. Another few thrusts and Changbin emptied himself inside you painting your walls white with his seed before gently pulling himself from your completely spent body.

Felix was instantly at your side stroking your skin and praising you while Changbin went into the bathroom to grab a warm wash cloth to clean you up. Together they carefully cleaned your swollen slit and wiped your tears before laying you in the large bed between them holding you closely until you began to slowly come back around.

"Didn't take care of Lix" you eventually half slurred turning your head to look at the angelic blond beside you.

"There is always the morning jagi" Felix smiled dazingly leaning forward to kiss your nose.

"Rest baby we've got you" Changbin chuckled putting your hair softly as your eyes fluttered shut again.

a/n: Thank you for reading and supporting me you are the greatest readers in the world xx

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[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Skeleton has to go on a trip. Once he arrives, he notices his suitcase is moving. His child didn't want him to go, so they literally threw all his stuff out and hid in his suitcase during the whole trip.

Undertale Sans - He's kinda happy he found the courage to clean his stuff when he arrived at the hotel because you would have stayed in there a very long time lol. He's not even mad, just in disbelief. He's not too sure what to do though. He can't really teleport you home, it's a country away from here. So... Uh... You're on vacation he guesses? Just never do that again. He could have paid for another ticket, you literally just had to talk to him. He's relieved his kid didn't get hurt.

Undertale Papyrus - What the hell?! It was a twenty hours long trip! You could have died or gotten injured or dehydrated or worse! What were you even thinking?! Papyrus is in dad mode, upset, lecturing his child for long minutes. He can't believe this happened. He's not even sure what to do about this. He can't go back, so the kid will have to stay, but still, there will be consequences. You're grounded as soon as he figures a way to send you back.

Underswap Sans - Oh, man, whyyyy. He escaped the house to have a nice weekend without being forced to be a dad and here he is, forced to be a father. He's exasperated and sends the kid back home on the next flight lol. It's his weekend, leave Dad alone. The kid isn't too happy about it, but, well, they don't really have the choice.

Underswap Papyrus - He's the worst dad ever. He's the worst dad that ever existed on Earth. How could he not notice his baby after so long?! He's horrified his child had to travel inside his suitcase just to not be separated from his dad. Honey won't stop hugging his baby and apologizing a million times.

Underfell Sans - So that's why his suitcase was so heavy. And he thought Edge put some more things for him... Wait. Where are his things? He looks at the kid, who very slowly goes back to hide in the suitcase and starts to close it lol. Red takes a deep breath. He swears he's going to send his kid back home inside the suitcase. It's too tempting right now.

Underfell Papyrus - You're really lucky you managed to open the suitcase. Because Edge saw something moving inside and he was about to pierce it with a dozen spears.... Dumb ways to die, you know. Edge is mad though. Not only you're grounded, but you're going to pay for all of the stuff you threw away to come with him. No more allowance before at least a year. Welp, you deserve it.

Horrortale Sans - The kid thinks it's starting to be long and eventually opens the suitcase to get some air... Only to find themselves in the middle of the airport, all alone. Yep. Oak completely forgot the suitcase... Good luck to get home now :')

Horrortale Papyrus - There's a long awkward silence as you just stare at each other for long minutes. Willow takes a deep breath, and tries his best to not just, you know, scream. He invites the kid to sit on his bed with a hand gesture. He stares at the wall for a long minute, then dramatically do a slow turn towards the child. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! HOW WAS IT EVEN A GOOD IDEA IN THE FIRST PLACE?!" There is going to be a lot of screaming in the hotel that day lol. You're going to be lectured to death after this. And grounded. And forced to do chores around the farm for an entire month. And sent back home.

Swapfell Sans - He was in his bed, finally relaxing after a whole day of traveling, happy. Then out of nowhere, his suitcase started to move on its own. Nox high pitch screams and blasts it, leaving barely two seconds for the kid to escape a terrible death. Nox stays eyes in eyes with his child, confused and in shock, before grabbing them to throw them behind him and blast the rest of the suitcase until it turns to dust. Just in case. He doesn't want any ghosts in his hotel room. Now that this very important matter is dealt with, can you explain why you're here when he's pretty sure he let you home??? He's too much of a softie to get mad at his child, but he still scolds them for doing something so stupid.

Swapfell Papyrus - Uh oh. His S/O is so going to kill him. That's it. He's in exile. He's never getting home ever again. Why would you even do this? No one does this! Ok, maybe he's not the best role model and he can guess where you got that idea, but still! Don't become like him! You're supposed to be his redemption arc, but now you're both villains! Welp. Time to prepare a list of random excuses to explain to his S/O what happened lol.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He opens the suitcase, sees the child, throws a water bottle in, closes the suitcase and puts a lock on it. He leaves you there for the night so you learn your damn lesson and he sends you back home on the first flight the next day. You can cry, he doesn't care. You did this to yourself.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Uh... Well, funny story. He was getting anxious about being all alone in a city he didn't know, and since there was no wardrobe in the room, he was about to hide in his suitcase to calm down. That's a very awkward moment. It takes a good two minutes for Coffee to realize his kid is here, and then to completely panic because what the hell does he do now??? There's only one bed. He doesn't want to be arrested for kidnapping his own child? There's no one with him to help, what does he do? No one told him this could happen! He calls his S/O for help eventually, once he calms down by crushing his kid into a hug to stop his panic attack.

[toasttt11]

new roommate

February 5, 2024

The Chicago Blackhawks had just finshed their first practice back after break and was getting their equipment off in the locker room when their coach came in.

Luke closed the door behind him, “Alright that was a very good practice back and let’s keep it going into the next game, good job today guys.” Luke smiled at his team before looking serious, “We will be having a new player joining us soon, he won’t be playing with us for a little bit as he is still recovering from an injury but he is coming out in the next few days.” The team all looked around the room knowing the trade deadline is coming up and we’re hopping none of their team was leaving for this trade.

“Who’s leaving?” Seth Jones questioned stoically looking towards his coach.

Luke shook his head, “No one. We traded for two first round picks for the 2025 and 2026 draft to the ducks.” Maddox looked up from where he was taking his skates off hearing the Ducks being said. “Trevor Zegras is gonna be joining us.” Maddox eyes widen slightly and Alex and Connor both couldn’t help themselves and their eyes looked over towards Maddox.

“So let’s be welcoming to him as he joins our team.” Luke looked around at his team.

“Where’s he staying?” Nick asked in concern knowing how hard it is to get an apartment in Chicago and the Blackhawks only have so many apartments for their players.

“We’re trying to figure that out.” Luke nodded knowing worse case Trevor would stay in the hotel that’s connected with the Blackhawks but it’s not the most comfortable living in a hotel.

“He can stay with me.” Maddox shrugged nonchalantly looking back down at his skates continuing to untying them.

“Are you sure?” Luke doubled checked knowing Maddox loves his own space but he also couldn’t help and feel pride that Maddox was offering even though he loves to live alone.

“My brother would murder me if i didn’t let his best friend stay with me.” Maddox smirked slighty knowing the second the trade gets out Jack will be calling him to tell him to take care of Trevor. Maddox’s comment got a bunch of chuckles especially since most people knew Jack and Trevor are best friend and they all know how dramatic Jack can be.

“Alright we will let him. Thank you Maddox.” Luke sent a smile to the player who will soon be their captain, before leaving the locker room.

February 10, 2024

Maddox leaning against his car waiting for Trevor to come out of the airport.

Maddox saw Trevor eventually come out, walking out with two big suitcases and a backpack and still in his walking boot.

Trevor smiled seeing Maddox and walked over to him, he dropped his suitcases and wrapped his arms around Maddox in a hug, “I’m injured hug me back.” Trevor whispered feeling Maddox just patting his back.

Maddox rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around Trevor slighty hugging him before letting go and gently pushing Trevor off of him, Maddox grabbed his two suitcases and gave Trevor a look to stop him from grabbing them.

Maddox put the suitcases in the back of the car and walked to the drivers seat seeing Trevor getting into the passenger seat.

Maddox picked up the Aux cord and handed it to Trevor, knowing how much Trevor loves playing music. Trevor widely grinned taking the cord not seeing the slight soft glance coming from Maddox.

“Are you sure you don’t mind me staying with you?” Trevor questioned broke the silence of the car ride as they just pulled into the parking garage of Maddox’s apartment building.

“It’s not big deal i have the space.” Maddox nonchalantly shrugged running a hair through his hair not seeing Trevor frown wishing he could run a hand through Maddox’s hair, “Besides Jack will kill me if i don’t take care of his best friend.” Trevor’s face fell slight covering it quickly before Maddox noticed.

“Right.” Trevor nodded in disappointment knowing Maddox didn’t care for him anymore than being his brother’s best friend and Trevor had to accept that eventually.

Trevor leaned his head on the window looking around the city that he would not be living in, he didn’t love having to live in the cold again but he was pretty happy to play with Maddox again.

Maddox pulled into the parking garage of his apartment building and parked the car. He hoped out of the car and grabbed the two suitcases as Trevor got his backpack, Maddox slowed down walking so Trevor can keep up with him.

Trevor was looking all around the apartment building as they got into the elevator to go up to Maddox’s floor.

Maddox unlocked his door and opened it letting Trevor walk in, Trevor looked around noticing a lot of very tall windows giving a great view of the Chicago Skyline, the apartment was very modern and a lot of darker colors but Trevor thought it fit Maddox perfectly.

Trevor looked down hearing a meow and saw Mouse, Trevor smiled and petted the cat, the only cat he has ever liked.

Maddox lips turned up slightly seeing Trevor with Mouse, “Come on i’ll show you room.” Maddox headed down the hallway to the one of his guest rooms and opened the door to the one he picked out for Trevor, “If you want to change anything let me know.” Maddox awkwardly scratched his head.

Trevor felt his eyes soften in fondness as he looked at Maddox, “It’s perfect.” Trevor looked around his room seeing the awesome view from his windows. Trevor saw all the boxes he had sent a few days ago and was surprised they were already here.

“Well i’ll let you unpack.” Maddox nodded shoving his hands in his pockets and turning around heading to the door.

“Theo?” Trevor called out, making Maddox turn to him, “Thank you.” Trevor smiled at him, Maddox gave him a tight smile and nodded before leaving the room.

Trevor walked over sitting on his new bed and let out a sigh as he looked around his new home.

[ramona-quinn]

It Takes a Hotel to Raise a Cub

Chapter 3 - Something That Can Help

Plot: Crymini gets her hand patched up, and Charlie discovers a treatment plan that can help her.

Content Warning: Mention of physical/corporal punishment, mention of abuse, trauma, injury, outburst of anger

Once Husk and Angel arrived at the hotel infirmary, the spider set Crymini down on one of the beds.

“Alright, lemme take a look,” Vaggie said.

“Can I fix Crymini’s hand?” Niffty asked eagerly. “Can I? Can I? Can I? Can I?”

“Uh… well, you can hand me the supplies I need.”

“Okay!”

Niffty sped off to grab the first-aid kit while Vaggie carefully removed the glove from Crymini’s paw. The cyclops quickly returned with the first-aid kit in her arms.

Vaggie got to work patching up the hyena’s paw. Crymini sat there in silence. She knew that she was probably going to be in huge trouble for the stunt she pulled, but she didn’t care. She was used to being punished at this point.

“Alright, I fixed it up for you,” Vaggie spoke after bandaging Crymini’s hand. “You’ve gotta quit getting yourself hurt.”

Crymini rolled her eyes as she pulled her hand away.

“Gee, not even a thank you?”

“Want a sticker or a lollipop?” Niffty offered as she held up a box of colorful stickers and Dum-Dum suckers.

“No, how old do you think I am? Five?” Crymini scoffed.

“Okay, more for me! I can use them for my bug traps!”

Niffty ran off while Charlie entered the room.

“Is Crymini going to be alright?” Charlie asked.

“Yeah, she’s gonna be fine. The cut wasn’t deep, and the bleeding stopped,” Vaggie responded.

“Crymini, why’d you sneak off like that?” Angel questioned. “We didn’t know where you were. You could’ve gotten yourself more hurt than you already are!”

“And why would you steal alcohol from the bar?” Husk added sternly. “You know that you’re not old enough to be drinking.”

No response came out of Crymini’s mouth. She stared at the floor as the grown-ups continued lecturing her about the dangers of what she did, about how underage drinking was dangerous, along with sneaking out of the hotel. God, this was bringing the hyena back. She felt uneasy. Her heart began to race. Her body started to tense up. She could feel herself getting angry and overwhelmed. She was sick of being bitched at.

“I get it…” Crymini grumbled.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Husk asked.

“I said I get it!”

“Excuse me, we’re not gonna have you talking to any of us like that.”

“We’re trying to help you get better,” Angel scolded.

“You guys aren’t my parents! Why should I have to fucking listen to any of you, anyway?” Crymini yelled.

The hyena got up from the infirmary bed and then stormed upstairs, not before punching a hole through the wall with her non-injured hand.

Charlie, Vaggie, Angel, and Husk stared at each other, thinking to themselves “What the hell just happened?”

“Maybe I need to go talk to Crymini,” Charlie said as she started to leave, only for Vaggie to stop her.

“Why don’t we just let her cool off?” Vaggie suggested. “You can’t reason with someone when their temper’s at an all-time high.”

“But she looked so upset.”

“I know, we all know. However, sometimes, you just need to let people simmer down for a while.”

“Alright, but I wish I could at least talk to her,” Charlie sighed sadly. “I’ll get Niffty to patch up the wall.”

When Charlie and Vaggie walked out of the room, Husk and Angel were still speechless. They looked at each other again, not sure of how to react or respond to what happened in the last hour.

Meanwhile, Crymini slammed the door behind her once she reached her bedroom. She didn’t feel sorry about what she did. She was tired of getting pushed around like a child. She was tired of these childish redemption exercises. She was tired of everything. However, her stomach began to turn once her mind began to imagine the worst, once again thinking of the possible consequences she might receive after all the trouble she caused. She wouldn’t be surprised if the hotel had corporal punishment as discipline. Crymini then slid down the door and curled up into a ball. Why did she have to make everyone around her so frustrated with her? Why can’t she just go back in time and redo everything? She didn’t choose this life of suffering, but she deserved it. After all, it was her fault for making God angry.

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Charlie was looking through her files in the office, trying to figure out a solution for Crymini. She couldn’t help but mentally replay what happened today, nor figure out why the hyena had been so callous ever since her first day at the hotel. Charlie made a promise to help all the sinners in need, but she nor the hotel has ever dealt with someone so stubborn and defiant. Well, Angel was stubborn and defiant when he first joined the hotel. However, he at least participated in the redemption exercises. Where was the anger coming from, and why was Crymini so mad and reclusive? If only there was a way to help the hyena…

“Honey, Husk and Angel are here,” Vaggie said as she walked in, interrupting Charile’s train of thought. “They want to discuss something.”

“Oh, they do? Sure, they can come in,” Charlie nodded.

Vaggie opened the door, allowing Husk and Angel to step inside the office.

“Hey, guys! I’m glad you could make it,” Charlie greeted as Husk and Angel took their seats. “So, what’s going on?”

“It’s about Crymini,” Angel said.

“You guys have been thinking about her, too?”

“Yeah, Angel and I talked a bit at the bar and wondered what we could do,” Husk said.

“Crymini’s been hurting herself in more ways than one,” Angel added. “She’s… unfortunately, she’s starting to become kinda like me in a way…”

Husk patted Angel’s shoulder sympathetically.

“There’s gotta be a way for Crymini to stop self-destructing…” Charlie rubbed her chin as she heard a knock on the main door downstairs. “Excuse me for a moment, guys.”

Charlie went downstairs and opened the door. She looked down and spotted a bunch of letters scattered across the ground. Knowing Hell, it doesn’t always have great postal service.

“Huh, looks like the mail came,” the princess said as she scanned through the envelopes. She then paused once she saw a light purple one, which was addressed from a therapist named “Dr. Lullabi” from the Sloth Ring. She opened the envelope and noticed a letter, along with a pamphlet inside. She scanned through the letter and found something interesting.

“Hey, whatcha got?” Vaggie asked as she came downstairs.

“I think I found something that can help Crymini.”

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Crymini was scrolling through her phone, looking through her photos of her and Raven and Ash. She then heard a knock on her door.

“Hey, Crymini. Charlie wants you in her office,” Vaggie said from the other side.

Crymini’s stomach dropped. She knew that she was going to be punished for what happened today.

“Tell her I’m not here,” the hyena responded.

“She said it’s important.”

“If it’s another one of those redemption exercises, I’m not interested.”

“It’s not that, it’s a meeting, and Charlie needs you right away.”

Knowing there was no way out of this, Crymini groaned as she got up and walked with Vaggie to Charlie’s office. On the way there, the hyena tried to keep her cool, pretending to still have her I-don’t-care attitude. However, on the inside, she couldn’t help but feel that familiar feeling of anxiety. If only she hadn’t snuck off and isolated herself… if only she hadn’t had such a bad attitude… if only she…

“Hey, we’re here,” Vaggie said as she opened the door.

Crymini stepped inside the office, and her eyes widened when she saw Angel and Husk with Charlie.

“What’s going on? An intervention or something?” Crymini questioned as she took a seat.

“Not an intervention, per se, but it’s a special kind of redemption exercise for you,” Charlie said. “Before we talk about it, we should talk about your behavior here at the hotel. We’ve noticed that you’ve been excluding yourself from the activities provided, and you’ve been down on not only everything but yourself as well.”

Crymini just shrugged and rolled her eyes.

“Have you always felt this way here and on Earth when you were alive?”

Another shrug and eye roll.

“I guess my childhood was shitty… my family was shitty… lots of shame and hitting…” Crymini admitted.

“We’re sorry,” Charlie apologized. “You shouldn’t have been hurt by those who raised you, but your actions have shown how you’ve been possibly coping, and it’s not really healthy for you to live that way. Sneaking out, underage drinking, having a bad attitude…”

“I’m a grown-up like you guys,” Crymini rudely interrupted. “I died when I was nineteen, and I’ve been here for twenty-eight years.”

“But you’re stuck in the age that you died, so you’re still nineteen,” Husk pointed out.

“Oh my God…”

“Anyway, moving on,” Charlie said. “Instead of punishing you, Vaggie and I’ve talked with Husk and Angel and we decided for you to do a special redemption exercise.

Charlie pulled out a pamphlet and handed it to the hyena, who had a befuddled look when she saw the title “Age Regression and You” and the picture of Dr. Lullabi — a pastel-pink turtle demon — on the cover.

“The fuck is this?” Crymini questioned as she read the content inside the pamphlet.

“This is age regression,” Vaggie said. “Age regression is when your mind regresses to a younger mindset, and you’re sometimes taken care of by a caregiver or more.”

“What… what does all of this mean?”

“It means that your headspace can go back to the equivalence of a younger age, such as a kid or a toddler. Some people’s mindsets sometimes go back to as young as infancy. Some regressors — or littles — play with toys, watch cartoons, read children’s books, et cetera.”

Crymini was gobsmacked at that point. Does that mean…?

“Am… am I going to have to act like a baby?!” Crymini glared.

“Well, no, not per se, but this is more of giving yourself a second chance at childhood,” Charlie explained. “To let yourself be reparented, to—“

Crymini ripped the pamphlet in half and became pissed.

“Fuck no! You’re really going to pull the whole ‘act like a baby, get treated like one’ punishment on me, aren’t you?” the hyena yelled.

“Crymini, calm down. It’s not a punishment, we promise,” Angel reassured.

“Angel’s right. Age regression’s not a disciplinary action for what you did, but rather a treatment plan to help you cope and regulate your emotions better,” Charlie added. “You don’t have to regress to infancy or a toddler’s headspace. It’s your regression.”

Crymini groaned as she buried her face in her hands.

“And to add, Angel and Husk have agreed to be your caregivers,” Vaggie stated.

“What? Them? The drunk bartender and the porn star caring for me like I’m a kid all over again?” Crymini scoffed. “Why can’t you and the princess do it since it was your idea?”

“As much as Vaggie and I would love to care for you and your little self, we’re busy with the hotel and running the redemption exercises with the rest of the residents here,” Charlie said.

“Plus, Husk and I’ve had our fair share of struggling with unhealthy coping mechanisms,” Angel informed the hyena.

“We’re still helping each other out, and we’re gonna do the same for you,” Husk said.

Crymini rolled her eyes and slouched in her chair, hiding her face in the hood part of her hoodie. She really can’t fucking believe this. She’s really going to have to go through with being watched over like a fucking kid. She’s really going to have to be a baby… she’s going to probably have to relive her childhood… she felt fucking sick.

[ajshaweel]

2: Aeroplane

|Silvester Belt|

The aeroplane

Finally, Silvester could stretch his body after that very long flight to Malmö. His muscles made a loud crack as he stretched, hopefully nobody heard that and thought he was injured.

Never had he been to Sweden before so he was very excited to explore the city. He was also excited to meet the contestants in person, especially Nemo.

He made it successfully to the hotel and checked in to his room. Then, he placed his suitcase inside. He didn't bother unpacking anything as he didn't see the point in doing so.

Silvester decided to go and explore, he had the rest of the day to do whatever he wanted. When he got outside, somebody ran up to him.

"Hi, is this where Eurovision is happening?" The person asked

"Uhm this is the hotel yes?" Silvester replied as he almost questioned himself

Then he paused "Nemo?"

"Silvester?"

"Oh my-hi are..are you okay?" The Lithuanian asked the Swiss

"Yeah...I hitchhiked here" Nemo replied making Silvester laugh

"Why?" Silvester was very confused

Nemo shrugged "fun and for the experience I guess"

"I think we'll get along quite well Nemo"

Time Skip

It was now hours later and all the contestants had arrived so they were all sat down together for dinner. Everyone was just really getting to know each other.

Silvester was sat next to Nemo. On the other side of Nemo sat Olly Alexander who was the United Kingdom representative. On the other side of Silvester was Bambi Thug, the Ireland representative.

These four seemed to click the moment they met and they unofficially formed a friend group. Everyone got along with everyone pretty much but these four were very close within each others company.

Silvester watched as Nemo laughed at something that Olly said. It was something about the way they laughed that intrigued him. He found it cute.

They ended up speaking about multiple topics: their individual interests, their home countries and their families.

After a while of eating, drinking and chatting, everyone left. The four of them left together and headed back to the hotel when Olly asked

"Does anyone want to have a movie night round mine?” He asked them

"Yeah that sounds nice" Bambi spoke while Silvester and Nemo also agreed on the idea

"Sounds fun" Nemo spoke softly making Silvester smile

"What they said" Silvester added on

Then they kept walking to the hotel, making small talk and enjoying the landscape around them.

Sweden was a very beautiful place and all of them were very grateful to be here representing their countries. It was an honour to be the ones selected.

It wasn't too cold outside, only slightly chilly due to the slight wind so it was jacket weather. It was sunny so it was a beautiful evening.

They said goodbye to each other when they got back to the hotel and they each headed to their own rooms. Then they all had some time to themselves before the movie night would take place.

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[drrealityslenderverse]

Forgive Me

A modified alt. scene to my Into the Ark comic based on the option that didn't win the vote

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Following Jay and Tim was all too easy. Even after they’d become more cautious about giving away their location Hoody had still managed to track them down with ease… and he wasn’t the only one. Jay really needed to be more careful. He could only delay and distract Alex so long before something bad happened. 

“It could’ve gone really bad last time.” He thought about Jay’s last entries where he’d not only grabbed some stranger in a mask off the side of the road, but also led Alex straight to the hotel he’d been staying at. 

Hoody considered it lucky Alex was focused on that new girl, Ash, than Jay himself and that Tim had shown up and caught Alex off guard, injuring the crazed man before the trio escaped. The hooded man still didn’t have a good feeling though. Even with Alex laying low to recover somewhere, he didn’t trust the newest person they’d taken in. 

“They aren’t anyone we knew at college. Someone else involved… They’re a threat.” Even if it wasn’t them directly he got a bad feeling from them and they seemed to be aware of it themselves given they weren’t exactly trying to get too friendly. “Good thing too.”

Crouching in the bushes outside the motel though, he began to wonder if it would be too late to prevent Jay from getting tangled up in a worse mess. The slamming of a car door made Hoody flinch, the sound was loud in the quiet morning. He ducked down further as the man walked down the sidewalk in a gray jacket with a neon green stripe down the arms and bottom. His face was covered by a black bandana with an identical shade of green around the edge of it. But it was the box he was carrying that caught his attention more than anything. It wouldn’t have been interesting except for the fact it was dripping a dark red liquid, the bottom soaked through with the blood as well and getting on the man’s clothes and hands… Fresh. 

He forced himself to stay still as the stranger picked the motel room lock and entered the room Tim and Ash occupied. For a moment, he contemplated going in after this intruder but forced himself to stay put. He was unarmed and it was unlikely he’d be seen as help in Tim’s eyes. 

“So long as Jay is safe…” Brian’s boyfriend, well his boyfriend, was oblivious to the danger and who he’d become after the sickness began eating away at him. “It’s for the best… I can’t let him see me like this. It’s easier to help him while keeping him safe if he doesn’t know.” 

A commotion erupted from the room. Hoody tensed up as the man ran out followed by Ash. Tim’s shout for Jay to wake up was soon followed by the man making his appearance and turning to follow after the other two. Hoody stood, wanting to follow from a distance in order to assess just how dangerous that man in the gray jacket was. 

“Hey!” Jay’s voice made his focus whip back to the motel doors. 

He took a step back, already seeing Jay ignore the other situation and barreling toward him with a determined look on his face. There weren’t many hiding places in this small divide between the motel and the field behind him but he had to try getting away. In his rush, he didn’t notice his phone slip out of his pocket and onto the dirt until it was too late. 

The footsteps chasing him had fallen silent. Hoody risked looking over his shoulder to find Jay standing with his phone in hand. A jolt of panic seeped into him. Jay wouldn’t be able to get into his phone without the password but there was enough evidence of his identity on the lock screen… 

“Bri?” The scrawny man’s voice cracked in a mixture of pain, disbelief, and shock. 

Hoody was just as frozen as his boyfriend seemed to be. The pair stared at each other. A pang of guilt went through him at the hurt expression on Jay’s face. 

“Brian… is that you?” 

Jay cautiously began closing in, lowering the phone to reveal the photo of Jay on the lock screen background—a cropped photo that originally had him in it as well. It had been taken before everything had gone downhill. Before the cyphers and riddles plagued his mind whenever that creature showed up and fucked his head up even more. It was all he could do to hold onto this sliver of his old self. The one where he was happy and had Jay in his arms… he could only hope they could have that again some day. 

But that wouldn’t happen soon. Hoody needed that phone back and had to drive Jay away until it was safe. If Alex figured out who he was and how he still loved Jay, then their old director might use Jay to get to him—to hurt him even more before killing the both of them.

Against his desire to embrace Jay, Hoody charged him and slammed the light-weight man to the ground beneath him. It felt like electricity going through him at the contact after so long without any despite the fact it was through layers of clothes and certainly wasn’t meant to be intimate. He grabbed the phone back but hesitated to flee once more. For a lingering few seconds, Hoody allowed himself to indulge in his need for proximity to his boyfriend. The two stared, bodies pressed close enough that he could’ve leaned down ever so slightly and kissed him. 

“I can’t… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… Jay. Please forgive me.” One day, if they survived this, he’d make sure Jay understood why he did this. Why he was hurting and tormenting his boyfriend with those Totheark videos and seemingly toying with him. 

But not today. 

Hoody raised a figure to his lips in a motion for Jay to keep quiet—both to avoid alerting Tim to his presence and in hopes Jay understood he couldn’t tell anyone about who he was. At least the man had been so confused by the morning’s chaos that he’d left the camera in the room. This revelation of his identity to Jay wouldn’t have any evidence left behind for him to bury.

“Wait.” Jay panicked as Hoody jumped back to his feet.

Beneath the mask, a heartbroken expression crossed his face. Gritting his teeth, he ran off again into the field. He’d be back when things calmed down. While he knew Tim could serve as a protector against threats, he’d always be lurking ready to step in if necessary. Together, whether the other two realized it or not, the three of them would stop Alex and find a way to end this. 

[myhauntedsalem]

The Bullock Hotel’s Intense Ghost Deadwood, South Dakota

In the late 1800s, Seth Bullock traveled to the Black Hills gold strike with a wagon full of supplies to sell to the miners that worked in Deadwood, South Dakota. He spent the rest of his life here as a merchant, rancher, sheriff, U.S. Marshall, and hotel owner. At age 21, he was a Montana Territorial State Senator who played a role in establishing Yellowstone as a national park.

When he and his partner arrived in Deadwood Gulch, in 1876, he found a hell-bent, rowdy mining community. Wild Bill Hickok was shot in the head and killed the day after he arrived.

Within a few short months, Seth was appointed sheriff and with several handpicked deputies he was able to clean up the town. Seth was a tall, imposing man with a steely-eyed stare, who demanded respect. He was an honest and fair businessman who often solved potential violent situations with intelligence and creativity.

A territorial judge liked to tell the story of when Bullock stopped a dangerous miners strike. These men hadn’t been paid, so they camped out in the mine refusing to come out. Bullock not wanting to injure anyone dropped a foul, smelly substance down the airshaft. The striking miners eventually surfaced in search of fresh air.

He managed to keep law and order in Deadwood without ever firing a shot or killing anyone.

In 1884, riding on his ranch, Bullock ran into three rough-looking characters. One of these men was Theodore Roosevelt, the future president of the U.S. The two men became life-long friends  and during the Spanish-American War in 1898, Bullock enlisted as one of Roosevelt’s famous Rough Riders.

After a fire destroyed Bullock’s hardware store on Main Street, in 1894, he and his partner Sol Star had a luxury hotel built on the site, the Bullock Hotel, which remains open today.

Seth Bullock passed away in 1919, at the age of 70. Many eyewitness reports indicate his ghost haunts his hotel.

A long-time employee of the Bullock Hotel shares several compelling guest experiences.

One morning, he saw a little boy point to a photograph of Seth Bullock, that the hotel displays and explain the following excitedly. “Dad, that is the man who helped me, last night when you and mom went downstairs. I told you I left the room to explore and got locked out. I was lost, and he approached me, he said he could help. He led me back to our room and opened the door without a key. See, he has a big mustache but he was wearing a big hat and wore cowboy boots. ” He pointed to the photo “That man has the same eyes.”

This employee states this incident was the first of many that convinced him the stories about Seth Bullock haunting the hotel were true.

Working the front desk, late one night he received a frantic call from a guest staying on the second floor. She complained, there is a dirty man out in the hallway smoking a smelly cigar when no smoking was allowed.

The employee asked her to describe this man. “He is tall, has a large mustache, he stared at me rudely. He is dressed like a cowboy with a large hat and boots tucked into his pants.”

There was no one of that description staying in the hotel.

The employee goes on to explain that many guests have given similar descriptions of a man they saw in this same hallway.

In Room 211, where Seth Bullock died, guests have experienced everything from items being misplaced to objects being thrown across the room. Witnesses state while walking in this hallway, they heard their names whispered.

Music is heard in this area with no source and maids state they often find themselves locked out. One used a towel to keep the door propped open only to see it fly across the room. Maid carts also move without assistance on this floor.

Electrical items turn on and off in this room even when they are unplugged. Guests report they felt a strong presence that appeared to be watching and then later followed them.

The Bullock staff keeps a notebook in their lobby so guests can record their experiences. It is believed many other ghosts besides Bullocks remain at this hotel.

The hotel’s kitchen, bar, and basement all have had multiple incidents of unexplained activity.

[shanie]

Section of Unfinished SamiJey Fic By Shanie

I never got around to finishing this. After Sami's elbow got messed up immediately following Summerslam, it felt weird to write a story that involved Kevin being injured knowing that Sami was likely already messed up at the time as well.

But now that Jey is on Raw and they no longer are tag champs, this feels like a safe topic to write about again.

So until I can get it finished, have a snippet of what I DID write before I stopped.

The working title of this fic is "Brothers and Bloodbonds"

......

Kevin hadn’t been kidding about Sami always knowing what Jey’s room number was. 

At first, it had been easy – The Bloodline always lived in the lap of luxury. If Sami knew what the hotel was, all he had to do was find the Executive Suite, and, guaranteed, they’d be there. He’d made a point early on to always locate the suite in the building when he arrived and, while he’d never admit it, on more than one occasion had requested a room swap to something close enough to maybe catch sight of his old family. He was careful, always careful, and if they’d seen him watching they’d never gone after him, but something about keeping them close, about keeping Jey close had always felt right to Sami. 

But once Sami had reunited with Kevin things got a bit… trickier. Kevin was jealous, always so damn jealous, and Sami had to use a trip to the ice machine as an alibi to figure out where the Usos were staying. 

It hadn’t taken long for Kevin to figure out what was going on and, after Kevin had caught him behind a corner watching Jey as he caught some air on a public balcony near the master suite, he’d gotten hell for it. To be fair, Kevin wasn’t angry about Sami’s feelings – those he’d figured out ages ago – it was more a case of Sami being stupid and creepy about following around an ex who wanted nothing to do with him when he and Kevin were ostensibly supposed to be partners. 

Sami had to admit Kevin had a point about that. Even if Jey did want him around, lurking in corners watching him wasn’t the way to go about seeing him, regardless of Sami’s intentions.  

Although, when Kevin asked him what said intentions were, Sami hadn’t been able to answer, but then how the hell was he supposed to tell his partner that regrets about leaving Jey behind in the Bloodline and laments about how Jey had chosen Jimmy over him were keeping him up at night? How the hell was he supposed to tell Kevin that seeing Jey, even from afar, was the only time the bullshit in his brain truly shut up? That keeping tabs on Jey and always knowing where he was and that he was ok was the only thing keeping him sane? 

No, Kevin didn’t understand, especially when following Jey around kept getting Kevin hurt instead and Sami resigned himself to asking the other superstars what room the Usos and their little brother were staying in. And, once tensions began to flare between the Usos and their cousin, Sami started asking the front desk. Sami had always felt like the trustworthy sort but the ease with which he usually got the information made Sami wonder if Jey wasn’t saying something upon check in.  

He wanted to think Jey was.   It was doubtful at best. 

But, regardless, it was another night in another hotel and once again, Sami knew exactly where to find Jey Uso. Far from the master suite or any suite at all, just a regular hotel room that was honestly beneath Jey. Roman and Solo could go fuck themselves, Jey was the one who belonged in the executive suite.  

Jimmy too.  Fuck him too now. 

The whole lot of them, Jey’s whole family, none of them deserved him and, really, Jey didn’t deserve them. He deserved so much more. To be loved, to be protected, to be champion. 

Most of all, he deserved to not be alone.  And as Sami looked around the hallway standing outside room 403 to make sure nobody had followed him, he knocked on Jey’s door, intent on making sure Jey wasn’t. 

[riken-leather-co]

Bapzo Propaganda | Day 21 |

(Tbh I might rewrite Day 19 & 20, I’m not too happy with them)

The sun set and then the sun rose, the typical day cycle that everyone was familiar with. Those days began to blend together - the horizon darkening, awash with different colors, before darkening. A scene Baptiste had witnessed too many times for him to count. Many nights alone between alleys with the only roof being the night sky. On rare times, a ratty hotel room with a small window for him to gaze out of. Being on the run didn’t provide many luxuries. But, Baptiste would never grow tired of the setting sun.

“Must you always zone out like this?” A tired and equally irritated voice said behind him.

Baptiste grinned and tore his eyes away from the moon in the sky. “But, you always have my back don’t you?”

“Ridiculous.” The man sighed, but said no more. It’d been a month since they’d run into each other. Both had been on the run before crossing paths. Baptiste remembers angry words - mostly from himself, the man was more of a silent anger - and pointed weapons. There would’ve been blood shed had Talon soldiers not shown themselves. How could they pass up on a two for one deal? They’d both quickly realized they were both being hunted by the same foe and had reluctantly teamed up. A temporary thing, or it was supposed to be. Somehow, they were still here a month later.

“Seeing as there’s not a scratch on you, I assume our perimeters are clear?”

“Even if it was not, as if I would be injured and give you an excuse to touch me.” Hanzo said bluntly, setting his bow to the side. He went about his nightly routine. Which involved securely checking their exits and the room for any flaws or bugs. Then, he’d meditate, stretch, repeat the look over, and fall into a tentative sleep.

Baptiste had grown oddly used to the routine. He’s sure one day he’d wake up to Hanzo long gone, with only loneliness taking up the room.

“My feelings are hurt.” Baptiste pressed a hand against his chest, grinning a little when he saw Hanzo roll his eyes. He was starting to catch on a little to what Hanzo considered ‘jokes’ and what offenses he took to heart. “I’ll hold the first watch, even though you think so little of me.”

“Dramatic.” Still, Hanzo nodded his head and went about the previously mentioned routine. Meanwhile, Baptiste grabbed his gun and took up a post near the window. It had curtains but he still remained just out of sight of it - where he could see both the door and window. He eventually heard Hanzo settle down onto one of the ratty beds the hotel had provided them with. There was only one bed. But, since they slept in shifts, it wasn’t an issue anyway.

The next few hours passed without issue. For a moment there was a scare when Baptiste saw a shadow, but it’d just been a kid sneaking out of his room. He heard the parents yelling at him, their voice echoing through the empty streets. He’d chuckled under his breath, remembering his own childhood. Once it became time to switch places, he’d woken up Hanzo.

“I remember the first time I had to wake you up for night watch,” Baptiste mused, watching as Hanzo sat up and yawned under his breath. Hanzo leveled him with a blank look before his gaze shifted to Baptiste’s neck, where a small scar lay.

“...Apologies.” Hanzo glanced away, the closest Baptiste believed the man got to sheepish.

“No harm no foul,” Baptiste said, holding his hands up. “...Well, a little bit of harm, but my neck remains attached to my neck!”

“The way you remain relaxed under pressure never fails to baffle me.” Hanzo pushed himself out of the bed and stretched a little. He made sure to tie his hair up properly and grab his bow.

“The way you haven’t pulled a muscle with how tense you stay baffles me as well.” Baptiste set his gun beside the bed and got as comfortable as he could get. When there was no response, he shut his eyes. It took some time but eventually he did fall asleep.

Baptiste woke by himself. It was why he immediately knew something was wrong. He instinctively grabbed his gun, rolling out of bed, landing in a crouch. The room was quiet, no sign of Hanzo or anyone else for that matter. For a moment, he’d assumed that Hanzo left and that was that. Then he noticed Hanzo’s tiny bag of travel essentials that sat right next to his own. His brain ran through a few scenarios as he tucked their bags somewhere safe. Hanzo couldn’t have gotten taken from the same room without Baptiste waking up, or being taken as well. So, the man must’ve left on his own. He took his job of night duty seriously - so he wouldn’t have left for an ‘errand’, he had to have seen something. And decided to investigate by himself. Baptiste was only slightly concerned - not because he didn’t think Hanzo couldn’t handle himself, but because he didn’t know how long it’d been.

He took off out of the hotel room. There weren’t any signs for Baptiste to follow so he’d be wandering aimlessly. The roof tops made for quick movement, and he could easily see what was happening below him. Baptiste kept a note of his distance from the hotel room. No matter how suspicious, he doesn’t think Hanzo would follow whoever it was too far. There were too many risks associated with it. Movement caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. He stopped and quickly back tracked. Below, he saw a few Talon agents running with a single destination in mind. Baptiste dropped down and followed them as closely as he could without getting noticed.

It wasn’t long before they reached their destination. A broken down warehouse that already had a few bodies littered infront it. He whistled quietly as he saw the arrows sticking out of them. The talon agents took intercepting positions at the doorway of the warehouse. They prepared to move in but fell one by one rapidly as Baptiste disposed of them. He edged closer, pushing the door open with his foot as he peered in. More bodies, large moving canisters, and not a living soul in sight. Baptiste walked in some more, finally taking to keeping an eye around and above him as he proceeded. A glint, Baptiste froze.

“Don’t move.” A quiet noise, the head of an arrow flying for him, and Baptiste flinched a little as it whizzed past his ear. It didn’t hit him. He glanced behind him and saw a soldier drop to the ground, just as Hanzo dropped down in front of him.

“Why’d you leave me out of the fun?” Baptiste complained, turning back to the assassin. Hanzo raised a brow, still holding his bow as he favored his right side. He had a few cuts here and there, but nothing too bad from what Baptiste could observe.

“It wasn’t meant to be fun. There were only two initially,” Hanzo said. He looked frustrated - at himself, Baptiste realized, when the man glared at the bodies. “I should have known it was a trap.”

“You’re not a lone wolf anymore buddy.” Baptiste reminded him. He left it at that, he didn’t want to patronize him or show too much fondness. Hanzo would probably take it as a challenge and leave at first light.

“Hm.” Hanzo wandered past him, tearing a few arrows out some of the bodies. When he reached the door, he glanced over his shoulder. “Are you coming? My wounds need patching.”

“But earlier -”

“Baptiste? Silence.”

Baptiste’s lips twitched. But, when Hanzo looked at him again he cleared his throat and tried to clear his face. “Yessir.”

“....”

It took them longer to reach the hotel again than usual. Hanzo’s side slowed him down more than the man would like to admit, and Baptiste said nothing of it. When they did arrive, Baptiste took up the job of securing their room as Hanzo sat down. Despite both their jokes earlier, Baptiste was nothing but professional and calm as he checked Hanzo over for any underlying issues. The only ‘major’ injury was some bruising of the ribs, nothing Baptiste couldn’t fix, and the cuts were minor. When he was done patching Hanzo up and checking him over, he stepped back and held out his hand.

Hanzo stared at it, him, then slowly took it, brow pinching in confusion.

“I call dibs on the solo mission next time,” Baptiste declared, shaking Hanzo’s hand before dropping it.

Hanzo huffed and stood up, gathering his things. Since Hanzo just had a few bruises, they’d decided to quickly move on. With a warehouse of dead Talon agents there would be worry within the town, and more would be sent in their place. While they wouldn’t expect Hanzo and Baptiste to stick around, they didn’t want to risk it.

“Be my guest.”

“Holding you to that,” Baptiste said, grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. He grabbed his gun and made sure it was locked and loaded. Then he looked at Hanzo who was waiting at the door expectantly. “Let’s go.”

[deerydear]

The way I looked at the world, back then:

"Who even cares if there could be negative consequences of HRT? I want to be happy!

If I have to sacrifice my health for happiness, then..."

I remember befriending people who said that we should have a right to commit suicide, if we want to. I honestly don't know whether I have a definite opinion about this.

I remember people who would cut themselves, wanting to graphically harm themselves, blind themselves.... and they'd get pissed off about being thrown in the psychiatric ward for it.

Although, I find that relatable.

Even if the psych ward's mission is to save your life, sometimes they are staffed by people who get off on having a power trip.

Sometimes, they incarcerate people who don't really need to be there, just to charge them money for staying there. It's really gay. A luxury hotel where you have to sit in a windowless room all day. All you have are some playing cards, books, crayons and paper.

No pencils, because they stopped giving kids pencils after a girl stabbed someone with one.

Then they say, "no, you really do need to be here. You say that you don't, because you have a serious mental illness and your judgement is impaired. Trust us."

The law was unfairly on my legal guardians' side. If they could be persuaded by a greedy conman, then I was treated by them as if I were chattel.

"Don't trust your daughter. We know what's best. We're the professionals, after all!"

I was saying a lot of confusing things.

...but most of them were things that I didn't believe.

This started off being a testimony of how one can warp under pressure.

"I should have the right to kill myself. I should have the right to maim myself, grievously injure myself. I should have the right to harm myself with drugs."

What this really means, in effect:

"You should sit back and watch while I do these things. If you try to stop me, I'll scream.

You aren't allowed to care about me. Caring goes against my political code of ethics!"

Unless you alienate everyone from you, with your fucking psychopathic "code of ethics"... then there is no one to care if you kill yourself, except from afar.

A wall in-between me and them.

I typed "us" and them, but every person could be "them"-ified. I even did it with myself. I locked myself away from myself. Until I was a hollow shell of nothing.

Rereading 1984.... it's like a mirror. It's like Winston was writing from inside my mind, like he was living in me.

I was originally just going to make a joke that this was my old "transition goal":

EXCEPT, IT REALLY KIND OF WAS!

NOT IN A 'GENDER' SENSE, BUT IN MY VISION OF MYSELF.

I WANTED TO BE A TESTAMENT. I WANTED TO BE COLD MARBLE, ENGRAVED WORDS... NEVER FORGET ME.

I wanted to sacrifice everything.

I wanted to become proof of a concept.

Except, I've always been a breathing, pretty girl... blushing like a flower.

The flowers come up, the bugs taste their sweet nectar, the ovary swells with seeds, the petals wilt, the next generation springs up in the next year. It's a gorgeous dance, full of color, form, groove, music....

Why would you give this up to try to become a cold marble statue that sits alone in a museum all day?

In our museum collection: An old, worn picture of the suffragettes marching for freedom.

I have kept returning to that article about bearing false witness.

I see such a parallel with the online feminist groups that I've been a part of. Armchair activism. Yeah, there's people that actually make a difference. There's people out there serving the needy and helping people out of bondage.

...but at least on tumblr, "men" becomes synonymous with "patriarchs" and thus "woman-haters" and then from there your imagination may take you on a ride. It's like stepping into a completely different life.

...but just the way that other people write, "as a woman...", or "as women, we..."

To me, it's so...

Although, I feel like my attitude towards "online activism" was quite selfish.... I wanted to go blame this on the fact that I was twelve, but I know there are people who wouldn't have become the way that I did, if they were twelve at the time.

"Tumblr"

Can I blame tumblr?

Do you blame a fish for being entranced by an anglerfish's light? ...but wouldn't I be an anglerfish, too? Yin and yang...

We aren't actually predator and prey. We're authors, writing on computers.

Ahhhh... I think that my problem is that I kept the framework of "oppressor" vs. "oppressed"; which in neutered-SJW-speak seems to mean, "big meany butthead" and "innocent person who could never do harm, and never has. O sinless lamb."

I do question whether some people's Christian upbringing influence how they view politics, even if they renounced their faith.

I don't think the fact of Christian faith is the problem, I think that it's HOW you understand it.

That's so... unattractive to someone who wants to be a mindless consumer. "Buy buy buy! The instant cure to take away your sins! Fix your problems!"

No, but it's really a more intricate question. You have to discern truth from falsity.

The Devil doesn't create anything. He doesn't have the power of creation. He can only twist things that already have existed. He tries to twist Truth a little bit, so it doesn't fit into its socket anymore. This is how the Devil tries to take apart the machine.

Then he says, "oh, we need to rebuild the entire machine to fit around this twisted joint! Create a twisted reality to fit an injury!"

Instead of going back and just fixing the joint which was working smoothly and properly, before he deliberately injured it.

Is there any clear winner?

[aziraphales-library]

Hello! Hope that you are doing well!

Can you recommend some fics where Crowley and Aziraphale ended up sharing a bed somehow, but Crowley tried very hard not to get too close to Aziraphale?

Thank you in advance!!

Hi! We have #sharing a bed and #there was only one bed tags, so check those out! Here are some more bed sharing fics...

A Little Snag by edenbound (T)

They've driven all day, Crowley really wants to lie down, Aziraphale has decided he does too, and there's just one little problem.

Begin Anew by NaroMoreau (T)

They both had said to each other this moment would come but until the boxes had lined up in the entrance, Aziraphale hadn't believed it.

A Moving In Together fic.

Hotels Should Have Bunkbeds by Zakani_Donovan (T)

While on vacation, an angel and a demon find themselves in a unique rooming situation.

Somnolentia by DecadentCollectionDestiny (G)

It's been an exhausting day of averting the apocalypse. Crowley is ready to collapse into bed, and, surprisingly, Aziraphale decides to do the same, to see what it's all about. However, as expected for a beginner, he's having trouble falling asleep...

Convergent Evolution by sharkhette (NR)

"You could stay here, if you like," Aziraphale said quickly, before he could lose his nerve and change his mind. Crowley stilled, staring at him. "It's a bit silly for you to go trekking all the way back to your flat only to turn around and come straight back here first thing in the morning. I've got a room upstairs you can sleep in. It's got a bed and everything. I've never really used it myself—never got the hang of sleeping, I'm afraid—but it looks quite comfortable. Maybe not up to your standards as far as style goes, but I always thought that a bed was a bed." He finally shut his mouth to stop any more embarrassing words from tumbling out.

"Thanks," Crowley said slowly, "but the couch would be fine, really."

Shelter from the Storm by AppleSeeds (T)

They're coworkers in town for a conference, but a storm has knocked the power out in the hotel where they were supposed to be staying, so Crowley and Aziraphale brave the storm and find their way to a charming little B&B, which has one room available, and it's the honeymoon suite, which only has one bed, and now Aziraphale is injured and needs to be looked after, and oh no now the power's out here too but at least they have the soft flickering glow of the candlelight but OH NO the heating's gone off too and it's getting VERY cold and Newt's the one trying to fix it... whatever will Aziraphale and Crowley do?

AKA, what happens when I try to squeeze as many tropes as I possibly can into one story.

- Mod D

[radiant-reid]

...The Problem In Houston...

← Two Hours in Miami

Summary: Spencer and Y/n's questionable, drunk, cliché decisions leads them to a sober decision which leads them to have to face some consequences.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Angst then fluff)

Content Warning: child abduction case details | vomiting | pregnancy

Word Count: 4.9k

Masterlist

Neither Y/n nor Spencer hurried to get their marriage annulled. After their time in Miami, their dynamic had changed. Legally, they were married, but actually, they were sexually involved and trying not to be awkward about it. More than friends, definitely, but a whole lot less than married.

The team still had lots of cases to work and consult on. It was a good thing because it meant their attention was off trying to figure out where their relationship was going. But it also meant they were in close proximity, not helped by Garcia's hotel meddling.

It was tense for the rest of the team, as well. No one struggled to figure out the cause of the couple's tardiness. Bets had been placed, glances to one another had been made, but the jury was still out.

Weeks after the... incident, the team had been called in at 6 in the morning for a case.

"Thank you all for coming in so early," Hotch announced, making his way into the round table room at a quickened pace.

From next to her, Y/n could see the concerned look on Spencer's face. More troubled than he usually was when a case came, as he bit down on his bottom lip and his eyebrows drew together.

"What happened?" Spencer spluttered out quickly. He knew things weren't good if Garcia didn't know what was happening. Y/n moved her hand, resting it against his in the hopes it would calm him.

"Two child kidnappings in Houston," Hotch answered, handing Spencer a file while the rest of them got information popping up on their screens. It shouldn't have made Spencer feel reassured, but he was thankful no one was leaving or injured. "Allison Kilby, 7, and Mason Boyd, 8, were both taken from houses only 3 blocks apart."

They were all flicking through the information about the children, familiarizing themselves. "Where's the clock at?" Rossi asked him.

"At least 4 hours. Allison's mother noticed her missing at 2 am when she checked on her after their baby woke up. Mason's parents discovered he was missing at 5:30 this morning when his dad got up to go to work." Hotch continued with the case information.

Morgan looked up at him. "We're thinking stranger abduction?"

"The odds of it not being a stranger in such close proximity on the same night are staggeringly low," Spencer commented.

Hotch nodded. "The child abduction rapid deployment team is already on the ground. The jet's standing by, we've got a long flight, so we leave immediately." He informed them. The time sensitivity of the case didn't leave them with a lot of time to discuss theories when they could do it on the jet.

Just like that, they were back in the air once again. Garcia fed them information from Quantico while the team discussed theories. They requested the additional information they needed. Then they considered how to best use the media to their advantage before Hotch assigned their tasks.

"Here," Spencer said, placing a mug of coffee in front of Y/n as he took the seat next to her. He chose to ignore JJ's eyes, shifting up to look at them as she raised her eyebrows. Ever since they got married, the two of them had every look, every gesture, and every word they spoke scrutinized by the other profilers.

Y/n thanked him with a smile, taking a sip of her coffee. As soon as she tasted it, she had to sip it back out into the cup. "What did you put in that?" She asked, turning to look at Spencer as she grimaced.

Spencer knew how she liked her coffee. He memorized how everyone took their coffee, but especially Y/n. "I made it exactly how I always make it." He maintained before correcting himself. "How you always make it."

"No offense, Spence, but it tastes horrible," Y/n informed him, patting him lightly on the arm as she moved the cup away from herself. She could hear JJ's snigger from across the table.

There was a defined pout as Spencer looked at her. He knew there was no way he could have gotten it wrong. Picking it up to try it only confirmed his theory. It was precisely the way she'd always had it. Identical in taste to the cup she made 2 weeks prior, when she was trying to convince him it was better than his. "Y/n, it's the same." He assured her.

Y/n just shrugged. "Maybe I just don't like it anymore." She suggested. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright. Can I get you something else?" Spencer offered. He figured she was just sick, probably a cold. She shook her head. "Are you sick?"

Once again, she shook her head. "I'm good, really." She assured him, knowing he tended to worry when anyone on the team was sick. Spencer just nodded, not ready to comment further with everyone's eyes on them.

Morgan, Spencer, and Y/n were sent to talk to one set of parents and analyze the abduction site. JJ and Hotch managed the media, and Rossi and Emily went to the other parents.

"Mr. and Mrs. Kilby, I'm SSA Derek Morgan." Morgan introduced himself, shaking the parents' tremblings hands. "This is Dr. Spencer Reid and SSA Y/n Reid." He said it as it was a natural thing. Not even a smirk on his face like he was trying to joke with them.

Y/n and Spencer weren't going to jump in to correct him in front of the distraught parents. It was something she'd never get used to seeing. From the blame that Mr. and Mrs. Kilby had placed on themselves to the uncontrollable spiral of thinking Allison, it always got to her. The worst thing was, there was nothing Y/n could immediately do to help ease the heartbreak.

"We just need to ask you a few questions about Allison," Spencer told them, taking a seat across from them. There was a tenderness in his voice that Y/n adored.

"I'm going to take a look around her bedroom if that's okay?" Morgan wondered, stepping closer to the door of the bedroom.

Both of the parents nodded, clutching onto a teddy bear that Y/n assumed belonged to Allison.

Spencer began his questioning while Y/n looked around the living room. She always found it uncomfortable to look around victims' homes while they were alive.

They had only been there for a few moments when the baby monitor started sounding. Wailing from the 10-week old brother of Allison. Mrs. Kilby launched for the monitor, wiping the tears out of her eyes with a sigh as she went to stand up.

"I can go and get him," Y/n comforted her, knowing how difficult it was for the parents.

Mrs. Kilby nodded at her thankfully. "He's, um, he's been sleeping in our closet." She managed to get out through sobs. Y/n shot Spencer a look. If the baby had been so close to the parents, what prompted Mrs. Kilby to check on Allison.

"It's the second door on the left." Mr. Kilby filled in, squeezing his wife's hand tighter.

Y/n nodded, leaving to find baby Jacob. "Hey, hey, hey, it's okay." She cooed, scooping him up. He was the sweetest little thing, thin, light brown hair, wide brown eyes, tiny little fingers and toes, dressed in a blue one-piece with dinosaurs on it. "Oh, aren't you cute?" She muttered, bouncing him up and down in her arms as she brought him out to the living room.

"I'll, uh, go and g-get his bottle." Mr. Kilby stated, standing up to move to the kitchen.

Y/n returned the now quietened baby to his mother. "He's adorable." She complimented as Mrs. Kilby hugged him tight to her.

"He looks just like A-Ally did." She mumbled, studying the baby, before looking back to the Reids. "Do you... do you two have kids?" She asked them.

It wasn't a stretch to understand why she might assume that. Y/n took the question, guessing Spencer would try to explain their situation. "No, we don't."

"If you do, you're going to be good parents." She replied with a sad smile, her eyes flicking between the two of them. "I can tell."

Spencer smiled back at her. "Thank you." That definitely was the more straightforward answer.

The case continued onward, everyone giving it their all to try and recover the children. Still, only 20 hours in, Y/n was more than ready to fall asleep. Usually, she could last at least 30 hours without sleep and an adequate amount of coffee. Mainly due to the severity of the case.

Spencer noticed her yawning. "Are you sure you're not unwell?" He asked, holding the back of his palm to her forehead.

"Reid." She wined, pulling back, but Spencer was persistent, holding his hand to his forehead. He was far more concerned at the fact she could be ill than he was with the odd looks he was getting from the team.

Spencer eyed her skeptically. "You're a little warm." He noticed.

"I feel fine. I'll sleep once this case is over." Y/n insisted, giving him a firm stare, so he knew to shut up.

Only 7 hours later, they were entering an abandoned commercial building, looking for the unsub and children.

FBI vest on and gun raised, Y/n pushed open a door only to reveal a little girl, tied up with duct tape over her mouth. She was seated on an old mattress in the small, dark room, absolute fear in her eyes. "I've got Allison!" She called out to the team before rushing over to the little girl. "Hey, Allison, my name's Y/n. I'm one of the good guys." She assured Allison, tears streamed out of her eyes as she struggled about. "Don't worry, you're safe now."

Carefully, she took the duct tape off. "Where's mommy and daddy?" The little girl cried out.

"Right outside, sweetheart. I promise." Y/n comforted her, working on untying the ropes on her hands. "They've missed you so much."

"Are they angry?" Allison asked her between sobs. "I didn't want to go with him...he had a gun, and... and he told me he'd kill them if I didn't."

Y/n couldn't shake her head quick enough, wanting to cry herself. It broke her heart that the little girl could blame herself. "They're not mad at all. You've been so brave." She assured the little girl, picking her up once the ropes were undone.

She carried Allison out to her waiting parents, handing her to them. Just the way they hugged, all crying but finally reunited, was enough to have light tears streaming down Y/n's cheeks.

Spencer noticed, having just walked out of the building with Hotch, who had the unsub in handcuffs. He jogged over, wrapping an arm around Y/n and pulling her into his chest.

"Hey, it's okay," Spencer assured her, whispering softly into her ear while Y/n cried harder onto his chest. He ran his hand over her hair, holding her tightly.

She pulled back after a while, wiping her eyes. "Sorry, it doesn't normally get to me."

Spencer shook his head. "You've got to be able to show emotion. You can't do this job if you don't." He reminded her softly. It wasn't a secret that her compartmentalizing skills were better than Spencer's. He could count the number of times he had seen her cry on a single hand.

"I know," Y/n said, grateful for his forever sweet nature. She knew no one on the team would have hesitated to wrap her in a hug, but Spencer always made her feel infinitely more comfortable.

Spencer held her close to his side as they walked to the SUVs, past the sounds of police cars, talking officers, and ambulances. "I'm really proud of you." He mentioned, sitting next to her in the back of the SUV.

Y/n looked up at him with a soft smile, resting her head on his shoulder while he ran his hands up and down her arm. "Thank you, Spencer, seriously." She mumbled to him, letting her eyes close as her fatigue took over.

She didn't wake up until they were back at the motel, and the car suddenly stopped. Spencer's attention was immediately back on her. "Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep." She muttered, looking around at Morgan, who was driving, and JJ in the passenger seat.

"You looked pretty comfy there," JJ mentioned, looking back at the couple with a smirk.

Even half-awake, Y/n rolled her eyes, looking up at a slightly blushed Spencer. "What can I say? Spencer has comfortable shoulders." She joked.

"Uh, thanks," Spencer replied with a laugh, looking at her with a raised eyebrow. JJ and Morgan got out of the car, followed by Spencer and Y/n, all taking their go-bags from the trunk. The latter two hung back. "We're staying until 7," Spencer told her. Y/n glanced down to check her phone, almost 10. She really needed 8 hours of sleep before she had to wake up and pack her things.

Hotch was in the lobby, handing them both keycards and making sure Y/n was okay. They trailed up to the 4th floor, talking about anything that wasn't the case. Spencer could tell she was exhausted just by her quietened voice.

When they got to the 4th floor, Y/n stopped at room 11, holding her keycard to the scanner and unlocking the door. To her surprise, Spencer remained standing in the hall.

She spun back around to from at him. "Room 12," Spencer explained, holding up his own keycard. Y/n would be lying if she said she wasn't disappointed. Apparently, she was too tired to not let it show on her face. It only took Spencer a split second to decide what to do, following her inside and closing the door.

Y/n smiled appreciatively at him, wordlessly thanking him before stepping away to get changed into something more comfortable to sleep in. Spencer undressed, crawling under the cover with as minimal effort as possible. Y/n did the same thing, laying next to him before looking up at him. Even in the darkness, he could see the tears.

It only took Spencer a moment to understand what she needed. He wasn't always good at reading body language, but there was something simpler about reading Y/n's, especially when she had her guard completely down.

"Come here." Spencer softly whispered, pulling her body into his chest. Y/n felt instantly more comfortable just by smelling his cologne, her tears slowing. He placed a kiss on her forehead, one hand holding her lower back and the other resting against the back of her head. Like that, it didn't take them long to fall asleep.

It wasn't the alarm that awoke Spencer. It was the sound of someone being sick. Blinking his eyes open, memories filtering into his brain, he remembered he'd slept in Y/n's hotel room.

In the next second, he noticed Y/n wasn't in bed and got out of the covers, walking into the bathroom. She didn't even look up at him when he walked in, and she didn't have a chance to once he was scooping up her hair while she threw up again.

When she'd finished, Y/n turned around to look at him, embarrassment written all over her face. "Please don't look at me like this, Spencer." She requested, shaking her head as she got up off her knees. Spencer frowned at her, pouring her a glass of water which she gratefully gargled, getting the taste out of her mouth. "Seriously, I look terrible."

"You look beautiful," Spencer assured her, handing her toothbrush and toothpaste to her. Y/n wished she didn't have to blush at that, but she did as she brushed her teeth. He watched her intently, trying to form an accurate diagnosis of her symptoms.

Still, it was Y/n who spoke first. "I think I have the stomach flu or something." She concluded.

"You've had stomach aches?" Spencer asked her, again looking more concerned than he should be. This time accompanied by a paler face and thumping heart. His mind was thinking it all over too fast, and it dinged on only one possible explanation for all of the facts.

Y/n frowned at his frown. It was an amplification of the look he had in the field just before he realized something was about to go horribly wrong. She was careful in phrasing her answer. "No, I've just been vomiting."

"More than once?" Spencer spat out, eyes searching hers for an answer. Slowly, she nodded. "Don't hate me for saying this." He prefaced, and Y/n knew it was going to be serious.

"Spencer, what is it?" Y/n asked carefully, the building tension in the air making her uncomfortable.

Spencer tried to take a breath in, but it halted in his throat. With shaky hands, he spat out his answer. "I think you might be pregnant."

It was instant, the way the color flooded from her face. He saw her struggle to hold the countertop. Spencer only had a second to reach forward to grab her, knowing she was about to hit the floor if he didn't.

The sight around her quickly faded away, turning into black spots as her hearing when out. The last thing she felt was Spencer's arms around her. All too quickly, it was all gone.

When she came to a few seconds later, she was lying on the bed, and Spencer's words immediately registered again. "You think I'm what!?" She asked, quickly sitting up and looking around the room.

From where he sat next to her, Spencer reached out to lightly push her head back onto the pillow. "It's the only thing that makes sense."

It did, but Y/n wasn't ready to accept it. "No. No, no, no, it doesn't."

He leaned over to look at her, and Y/n couldn't believe how attractive he was from below her. It reminded her of the last time she'd seen him like that, on top of her.

Y/n scrambled to sit up properly, resting against the headboard while Spencer moved to sit in front of her. He picked her hands up, holding them in front of her while she brought her knees to her chest. Slowly, she realized what was happening, and it made her head spin. She wasn't sure if she needed to throw up again because she was actually sick or the thought made her sick.

"Y/n, just breath," Spencer instructed her, audibly taking deep breaths in and out so she would do the same thing.

When she'd finally regulated her breathing, she met his eyes properly. "I'm freaking out." She admitted the obvious.

He squeezed her hands, trying to ground her. "I know, I know, I'm sorry." Y/n chuckled softly at that, and Spencer reached out to place a hand on her cheek. She nuzzled into his palm, eyes filling with tears. "Are you going to be okay if I leave you here for a few minutes?"

Y/n quickly frowned. "Where are you going?"

"There's a 24-hour convenience store just down the road. I'm going to get a pregnancy test so we can know for sure." Spencer informed her, not taking his hands off her until she was okay with him going.

Y/n nodded, wiping a tear off her cheek. It was a good thing that one of them could be so calm. Even if Spencer was completely freaking out on the inside.

Reluctantly, he took his hand off her cheek. He moved across the room to put more clothing on and grab his things. The clock revealed he still had an hour until they had to go.

"Spence?" She asked just before he walked out the door. He turned back to look at her, concern flooding his face every time. "Can you get me Hershey's chocolate?"

Instead of commenting on the fact it was something she couldn't stand eating, he added it to the list of her symptoms. "Of course. Drink some water. Not too much, though, because it could lower the amount of human chorionic gonadotropin in your-"

"Yeah, got it, Spencer." Y/n cut him off. It was already awkward enough without having to talk about her urine.

In the 15 minutes that he was gone, Y/n did nothing but pace. She walked up and down the hotel room until she was sure her footsteps were imprinted on the carpet.

Finally, when he entered the room- having been smart enough to take her keycard- Y/n stilled. Unable to breathe as her heart started to pound. The realization that she was about to find out. To discover the truth.

"Don't faint again," Spencer said, walking over to place a hand on her waist.

Y/n held a hand over her mouth, trying to breathe in and out as she nodded. "Okay, okay, it's fine. I just have to get this over with." She decided, reaching into the bag Spencer was holding to pull out the box.

He knew it was just a facade, stopping her before she walked into the bathroom to wrap her in a hug. "It'll be okay." He assured her, letting her walk off to the bathroom.

It was as if she dissociated while she was in there, separating her brain from her actions like she was on autopilot.

She only had to wait a minimum of 60 seconds. Damn Spencer Reid for getting the fastest acting ones he could find. But she didn't want to do it alone. It was shaking in her hands as she walked out of the bathroom. Spencer took it out of her hands before she dropped it on the floor.

With each second that past her body seemed to find a new reaction. 15 seconds and she couldn't stand, her legs giving out as she rested against the foot of the bed.

Spencer was right there with her, threading his fingers through hers. He was talking, but she wasn't really hearing it. The vibrations were there, but she struggled to comprehend the words.

"Why was that the conclusion you came to?" Y/n asked, wanting to hear something. She only put it together after he said because of her tender breasts and then missing period, but those both weren't things he knew.

Spencer gazed at her for a second, reading whether or not she really wanted to know. "Your coffee, firstly. Hormonal changes alter our tastebuds, which also explains the chocolate." The chocolate she was far too nauseous to eat. "Fatigue was next. You were out like a light when you usually can't sleep for at least an hour after a case wraps. In early pregnancy, the progesterone hormone levels soar, which makes you tired."

"You should get an MD," Y/n mentioned with a chuckle. When she thought about Spencer, it was easier to not think about the test results.

Spencer smiled lightly at her. "You know, you always diffuse the tension in a room." He mentioned.

"Is that your way of saying I joke when I'm uncomfortable?" Y/n shot back with a smirk.

Spencer chuckled at that as well. "You want to know something?" He asked.

"Yeah?" Y/n replied, decreasingly interested in the test.

"Times up." There was that daunting feeling again. Complete dread washed over her face. Spencer pulled out the test, reading it and not telling Y/n.

She couldn't even read it on his face, despite how hard she tried. "You are an incredible poker player." She stated, voice higher from the lack of oxygen she was getting.

Everything moved incredibly slowly as Spencer said the single word that could change anything. "Positive." Her hand was to her mouth before she could stop it, unsure of whether to smile or scream. Spencer confirmed it by showing her the test, and her eyes watered as she read it.

Spencer took her hand away, unable to read her eyes properly. It might have been because of his own spinning heads or her tears, or his tears. For once in his life, he was unsure of what to do.

Was Y/n really sure it wasn't going to be positive? "What are we going to do?"

"Yes," Spencer answered before actually realizing what she'd asked. She laughed at his hurriedness. "Sorry, uh, well, I don't know."

The room became clear again, the background filling in around Spencer as Y/n started to feel better. Still, there wasn't a clear answer. "It's been like 5 weeks, right?"

"4 weeks and 5 days." Spencer corrected her softly.

Y/n bit her lip, her brain still looking for an answer she didn't believe it had. "We have to tell Hotch, right?" She realized, reaching out to grab Spencer's arm, looking at the time on his watch.

Spencer's eyes widened as he shook his head, slowly stopping when he realized the implications of her words. Carefully and forcibly, he kept his tone level. "You want to keep it?"

Y/n ducked her head, not wanting to meet her eyes when she admitted it. "I think so?" She squeaked out.

Deep down, Spencer realized that was what he wanted. And it scared him like nothing else ever had. He reached under her chin, pushing her head up to meet his eyes.

"Hey, that's okay." He assured her, nothing but sincerity in his tone. She could feel the smile he was trying to hide. It was the most reassuring thing she'd ever felt.

As soon as he said that, her eyes flicked up to meet his. "What?"

"Y/n, it's my fault we're in this position-"

Y/n shook her head, cutting him off. "Kind of mine, too."

Spencer chuckled at that, impressed she could joke as tears streamed down both of their cheeks. "What I'm trying to say is that I'm here for you. Every step of the way, regardless of what you want to do."

"Promise?" Y/n wondered, unthreading their hands to hold up her pinky finger.

The smile that washed over Spencer's face was a dead giveaway. She only saw it as a giveaway for his support, not for the adoration he had for her.

Locking his pinky with hers, he spoke. "I promise." Silently, they shook them just like a handshake but of a far deeper connection. "You don't have to figure it all out right now because, trust me, I know, there are a lot of decisions. But whatever you end up deciding, I'm here for you."

It was true that she didn't have it all figured out. Almost none of it was figured out. But as they stood up, and Spencer wrapped his arms around her, treating her both like she was the strongest person and made of glass, she knew it would all be fixed.

Something was different on the jet, and everyone could tell. Y/n and Spencer were both infinatly more comfortable with each other. Not caring around the suspicious eyes of Prentiss, Morgan, or JJ.

The team knew something must have happened. Something as serious as getting married, but less severe than having sex, when Spencer and Y/n walked into Hotch's office.

Y/n sat across from stoic but concerned Hotch as Spencer closed the blinds. "What happened?" Hotch asked, eyeing the newlywed agents knowingly.

Spencer sat down when Y/n opened her mouth, but not a single word could come out. She was so worried about what he would say or if she could lose her job, or if Spencer could lose his, that she stayed silent.

Ready to prove his devotion, Spencer spoke. "Y/n's pregnant." Matter-of-fact but it still changed the entire atmosphere of the room, the air tightening making it difficult to breathe.

Then came the deadly silence. "You're what?" Hotch spat out, almost not believing what he was saying. His eyes were darting between them desperately. Something assured him it wasn't a prank.

"Please don't fire us," Y/n begged, the tears welling in her eyes while she waited for Hotch's reply. If he was trying to drag it out, it was causing enough tension.

"I can't," Hotch informed them, and it caused both of them to be able to breathe easier. "And I wouldn't." He continued. "I... I'm very happy for you both if that's what you want." There was a smile on his face. An actual smile. Spencer reached over to hold her hand, reminding her it was all real, that she didn't need to pinch herself. "But there's going to be some paperwork." He concluded.

It didn't sound like much of a punishment to Spencer. "I'll do it all, anything you need."

Hotch gave him the smallest chuckle. "I appreciate that, Reid. But, just so you know, I have to report this to my superiors." Both of their faces filled with dread. If Hotch couldn't fire them, his superiors definitely could. "No different to how I reported JJ's pregnancy. The only problem about you both working at the BAU is the legal rights you're going to have to wave." Y/n could sense him acting almost fatherly, calming both of them. Spencer was nodding along with him, clearly having read the entire FBI contract fine print. "Now, Y/n, can I give you a hug? Because you look terrified."

Y/n couldn't have nodded fast enough. Although he hadn't said it, she felt like Hotch was on their side. And that everything would be okay.

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