#update: ...i did try to order some from somewhere. but they closed their orders right before i pressed send it seems

[daz4i]

i would kill for a sufganiya rn fr.

[wcnderlnds]

right now ★ hwang jun-ho

・❥・ summary: junho had been your best friend for as long as you could remember so when a traumatic event happens and he's lost, you help him find his way. ・❥・word count: 2.7k ・❥・warnings: 18+. mdni. unprotected p in v, best friends to lovers. idk v soft smut. mentions of injury. ・❥・ authors note: so... i wanted to get this out of my head bc ive been rewatching squid game and i love my sweet little detective. i added my usual taglist but feel free to skip past it if you're not interested <3

It felt like your heart had plummeted into the pit of your stomach when you got word that Junho was in the hospital. For days he’d been missing. That wasn’t like him. No matter what he was doing, no matter where work took him, he always kept you updated on his whereabouts so you didn’t worry about him. The last thing you’d heard from him was that he was trying to find Inho – his brother. It was a lost cause, Inho had been missing for years by now but you knew that Junho had never given up hope. One thing you loved about him was that he was determined, whenever he set his mind to something he always tried his best to make it happen. If anyone could find Inho, it was him. But, the fact that he’d gone missing for days made you think something terrible had happened.

Junho had been your best friend since you were kids. Both of you had been the quiet kids, solely focused on your school work. It had been a study session where you’d initially met and bonded. Since that moment, you’d been joined at the hip. You’d gone through everything together. Health scares, job changes, break ups – none of that had ever tore you apart. If anything, it only brought you closer through the years. So close that somewhere along the way you’d started to develop feelings for him. He didn’t know, there was no way you could tell him. The bond you had was too important to you for you to ruin it. Those feelings would have to be kept under lock and key. He never seemed interested in relationships anyway, his sole focus had been his work as a detective. Yet another thing you admired about him. His dedication to his craft was so admirable.

Panic had immediately sent in, your feet carrying you to the hospital where he was. It took about five minutes to navigate through the bland halls after bothering a member of staff. Finally, you took a deep breath and pushed open the door to his room. There he was. Hooked up to machines, his eyes closed.

From what the nurse had told you, he’d been shot and found out in the waters. If it wasn’t for some fisherman saving him, he probably wouldn’t be alive right now. You had to stop yourself from crying as you saw him lying there helpless. Never had you seen him like this. Even after his kidney transplant, he was too stubborn to just lay there and do nothing. Now, he had no choice, stuck in a coma-like state.

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For days, you had stayed by his side until the moment he woke up. His mom had been there, too, alerting the doctors that he was finally awake. You had been holding his hand, his grip tightening on yours when he finally woke up. It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders when you saw those gorgeous eyes of his finally looking back at you.

It was another day or so in the hospital before he was finally allowed home. You helped ease him into bed – doctor’s orders that he had to take it easy for a few days. Perching on the bed, you looked at him, eyes laced with concern.

“Do you want anything? Food? Water? I can run to the store if there’s somethin-” You were cut off.

“I saw him, Y/N. Inho, I saw him,” Junho mumbled, eyes almost pleading with you to listen to him. You were the only one he could trust enough to tell.

“What? Are you sure?” You asked, almost in disbelief.

“Yeah, I swear, I did.”

Junho proceeded to tell you everything he’d been through. It was almost crazy, something out of a nightmare but you could tell by the sincerity in his eyes, the panic shining there that this was all true. Junho had never given you a reason to doubt him before so you wouldn’t ignore him now. It took you a moment to form cohesive thoughts, wanting to make sure you took care with your words. This was such an insane situation.

“I believe you but… you’re going to have a hard time convincing anyone else.”

And, you were right. As the months passed and Junho told his story about the island and the murders – missing out on the details about his brother – he found it hard to find anyone that would really take him seriously. The police department had sent him to therapy, insitisng that it was just the trauma of his injuries making him tell these wild stories. It did seem to help. After a while, he stopped talking about it, even asking to be put into the traffic department at work. He wanted to be on the streets, not sitting in his office left to his thoughts.

Or that's what everyone thought but you knew him better.

Junho wanted to be out there where he could talk to people, maybe come across someone he recognised from the games. Well, there was really only one person he could recognise – everyone else had been masked and he hadn’t come across Seong Gihun ever since the games. For all he knew, he had died along with everyone else there. 

He was clinging on to the tiny shred of hope he had left. 

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“Thought I might find you here,” you said softly. Junho hadn’t replied to your texts all day which was unusual for him. Usually, you’d be texting non-stop, all day long. So, you’d gone to the one place you knew he’d be – at the station. It was empty, the dim lights casting an orange glow across the bullpen. It was serene, his safe space.

“Hey,” he mumbled, focusing on some paperwork in front of him. He was sitting at his desk, filing all the parking tickets that he’d given out throughout the day.

“What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing.”

His reply was short, unlike him. You perched on his desk right next to where he was sitting, a heavy sigh passing your lips. “Don’t lie to me, Junho.”

“I said nothing. I’m fine,” he dared to look up at you, his face blank but you could see the frustration, the tension lingering there.

“You’re obviously not. Talk to me.” The way you were looking at him, it was almost enough to make him cave and tell you everything that was on his mind so he looked away. He had burdened you enough.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like… nevermind,” he shook his head. He couldn’t say what was on his mind because if he did then he’d have to confront something he’d been trying to fight for a long time. His feelings for you had grown to so much more than friendship and… he knew yours had, too. He was perceptive, he noticed the details. It was part of his job as a detective. Confronting them meant the possibility of ruining your friendship and he couldn’t lose you. You were the only person he had left, the one good thing in his life and he wasn’t going to risk that.

But, you were.

At this point, you’d had enough. You needed to do something bold that would get him talking or at least take his mind off things. So, after a mental pep talking with yourself, you moved to sit on his lap, straddling him. You lifted your fingers to tilt his chin to look at you. In his eyes you could see a swirl of emotions; confusion, frustration and a tiniest hint of lust. “Do you trust me?”

“Always,” he said, voice strained as he gazed into your eyes. His hands hovered slightly, not knowing exactly what to do with them.

“Good,” you whispered. Nervously, you cupped his cheek and leaned in. Your lips met hesitantly, moving slowly against his. He was taken aback but slowly leaned into it, kissing you back. His hands found their place on your hips like he was anchoring himself to you. His mind was screaming at him to stop, the friendship not worth ruining but it was the most at peace he’d felt in a very long time.

He pulled you harder against him, shifting his hips to settle in his chair more which in turn accidentally caused him to rut up into your. You softly moaned into the kiss, Junho taking the opportunity to deepen it, his tongue sliding past the seam of your lips to meet yours. The taste of you was intoxicating, like a forbidden fruit he shouldn’t be touching but now he’d had a taste of you, he couldn’t get enough. That sound, he needed to hear it again. He pushed his hips up into yours again and this time you ground against him, feeling his length hardening against the fabric of your shorts. His hands guided your movements, pulling you against him.

“Tell me to stop,” he said breathlessly. “Tell me to stop and I will.”

“No,” you said, pressing kisses down his jaw and to his neck. “I don’t want you to.”

His head tilted, allowing you more access to his neck. You trailed your lips along his skin, finding a spot that was particularly sensitive and biting down on it, sucking the skin there. Junho let out a quiet groan, thrusting up into your clothed core harder now. You ran your tongue along the reddening mark, hands sliding up under his shirt to feel his skin. Junho shivered at your touch, his own hands pulling off your shirt, tossing it onto his desk. His eyes zoned in on your breasts, leaning in to press kisses against the soft skin there. All the while his hands moved around to your back sliding up until he found the clasp of your bra. With expertise, he unclasped it, pulling back to toss it to the side along with your shirt.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, caressing your cheek before leaning back down. His tongue swirled around one of your nipples, lightly sucking on the hardening bud until it was a stiff peak then he switched his attention to the other one.

“Junho,” you gasped as your hand threaded into his hair urging him on. 

His head lifted up to capture your lips in another searing kiss. This one was more urgent, more desire coursing through his veins. His earlier worries were long gone, all that was on his mind was the urge to have you. His fingers danced along the edge of your sweatpants before dipping inside the fabric of your panties. One slender finger ran through your folds, a low groan passing his lips as he felt your arousal. “You’re already so wet for me.”

“I’ve been thinking about this for so long,” you admitted, gasping when his thumb found your clit, rubbing rapid, tight circles against it.

“Yeah?” He smirked against the skin of your collarbone. “For how long?”

“Too long.”

“Then I guess you don’t want to mess around then, huh?” His head lifted, that shit eating smirk on his face as he brushed some of your hair out of your face, his expression softening. “If you want to do this, really do this then undress for me but… if you don’t, it’s okay. We can just keep it at this.”

“Are you kidding me?” You laughed slightly, standing up to rid yourself of your shorts and panties, completely bare to him. “Like I said, I’ve thoughts about this for a long time. I’m too far gone to stop now.”

You dropped down to the floor on your knees, your hands sliding up his thighs to tug at his jeans. He lifted his hips up from where he sat, allowing you to pull them and his boxers down just enough to free him from the confines. His erection sprang up against his stomach, his chest heaving as he watched you lick your lips at the sight of him. Your hand wrapped around his length, pumping him a few times. Precum leaked from the tip and you fought the urge to lean forward to get a taste of him but that could wait for another time. All you wanted right now was to feel your best friend inside of you.

You rose back to your feet, pushing him back in the chair as you made a move to straddle him again. Your eyes softened as they met his, it was your turn now to ask him if he was sure. “Do you want this?”

“Yes,” he spoke softly. “I want you.”

That was all the confirmation you needed. You guided his cock to your entrance, one hand braced on his shoulder as you ever so slowly sank down onto him. You groaned as he breached your entrance, the feeling of him inside you better than you could’ve ever imagined. Junho’s hands gripped your hips as you took him to the hilt, his fingers digging into the skin. Not hard but not softly either. Just enough.

The moment lingered as you both got used to the feeling, the only sounds filling the room were your heavy breaths mixed with the occasional beeping of some of the machines in the background. Then, you lifted your hips and sank back down. The sound coming from Junho was heavenly. You set a slow, steady pace, wrapping your arms around his neck as you confidently rode him.

“You feel so good,” he groaned, his eyes darting down to look at where you were joined. “Better than anything I’ve ever felt.”

That tore a small breathless giggle from you causing Junho to smile up at you, capturing your lips. His hips moved up to meet yours, his hands helping you move against him. Soon enough, you picked up speed, the sound of your skin meeting echoing through the room. You rested your forehead against Junho’s, his hand now cupping your cheek as he gazed at you with nothing but adoration. He hadn’t felt this good in years. Not just physically but mentally. Being here, joined with you felt… right. Like, he was at home.

“Junho,” you whined, losing your rhythm as your release barrelled towards you. “I’m so close.”

He took this as his sign to take over, rutting his hips up into you at a wild pace, determined to bring you both to your peak. His hands found their place on your ass, grasping it and using it as leverage to thrust up into you. “Me too. Cum for me, pretty girl. I want to see you let go.”

It was one hard thrust that hit that deep spot inside you that had you spiralling. Your orgasm washed over you, your head falling to his shoulder as you moaned out his name, body tensing with the force of it. The feeling of your walls tightening against his length, pulling him in was his undoing. With a groan, he spilled inside you, holding you tight against him.

The gravity of the moment wasn’t lost on him as he came down but he wasn’t worried. He placed a few soft kisses on your shoulder before moving your head so he could look at you. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you whispered softly. “I’m good. Are you?”

“Yeah���”

“Junho, I-”

But he cut you off before you could finish. “I know. You don’t have to say it.”

“Of course you know,” you rolled your eyes playfully. “But I want to say it. I… love you. More than a friend. I have for a long time and if you don’t, if this is what you want it to be then that’s okay and we can just go back to how we were but… I needed you to know anyway.”

“You’re crazy if you don’t think I feel the same. I’ve been in love with you for years, how could you not tell?”

“Sorry we can’t all be detectives with incredible perception.”

He laughed, giving your hips a squeeze. “Less of the sass or else.”

“Or else what?” You challenged.

Junho gave a teasing thrust up into you causing you to shutup immediately. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

He grinned, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss full of emotion. He knew that if he had you, that no matter what happened over the next few years, he’d be okay. You were his home.

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[gaveyouigaveyoui]

Hi everyone. First and foremost, I want to say THANK YOU, from the bottom of my heart, to everyone who has helped me financially, reblogged my posts, and sent me encouraging and loving messages throughout the bullshit that my mom and I have been going through. You truly have no idea how much I love you and how much you have helped. I wanted to make a post to pin to my page for now to explain further what is going on and hopefully get some more assistance if anyone can spare it. I hate asking, but we've never been in a situation like this before and it's out of control. Our landlord was not upfront with us about a lot of things concerning this poor excuse for a house, and ever since we moved in in January it's been problem after problem. She didn't tell us how to work the heat and we went without it for several days in freezing cold and our fish died when we went to spend a really cold night with family. The sewage is constantly backing up to the point that we've had to drive to Mcdonald's just to go to the bathroom. We cannot use the upstairs shower because it leaks downstairs all over our furniture. There is fungus constantly growing in our kitchen (see my other post, I have photos). We did several tests for mold that came back positive, including for black mold. My cats are getting sick, my mother and I are getting sick (In case you didn't see my other post, I had a seizure and passed out again at another point which the doctors are attributing to the mold). There are wasps getting in somewhere all the time and my mother is SEVERELY allergic. This is just some of what we've had to deal with, and it honestly just feels like I have a poor excuse for a shelter and not a home. It's a horrible feeling, and we don't feel safe here at all. We continue to reach out and try to find somewhere to go and move and people have screwed us over time after time when we try to get out. It just feels like it's never going to end, and I'm so depressed, so exhausted, so overwhelmed, and I feel totally hopeless. We are paying almost $1700 a month for this fucking dump PLUS utilities and we are barely getting by. We're trying to afford medical bills for us and the cats on top of this and it's just.... it's just so much. I've had to sell some of my prized possessions in order to get by and this entire situation is breaking me down. Additionally, my Etsy shop got closed down completely, so that source of income is completely gone for me.

I'm really, really sorry for this, but I have to postpone the Swiftie Murder Mystery game for a short time. I don't have the ability to do that right now, it's going to take a lot of effort and time and energy that I simply don't have. I promise PROMISE PROMISE that I will get back to it as soon as I possibly can. For now, I have to try and focus on taking care of myself, my mom, and my cats until we can get the fuck out of this place.

I just wanted to give some more insight into what is going on since you've all been so generous and supportive through everything. We're going to look into getting a lawyer if we can manage to afford it, and I'll keep you all updated on what's going on.

For now, I'm going to post my information again in case anybody is able to spare anything to help us out. I'm more than happy to make gifsets for you, edits, anything if you want. Thank you again for reading, for your time, and for loving me. I love you all so much.

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[crowsofdarkness]

Here is where you will find all of my current works in progress, some of which are "slow updates". There is no order on what gets posted next or when. I kind of post whatever I'm feeling. This does not include the blurbs I write/post. Those are random thoughts that come to my head throughout the day. As for my requests, please be aware those take me some time to get to and I'll post them when I get the chance.

updated on 6/2/25

My Series:

A Fight For Darkness-Eric Draven(Bill Skarsgard) x Female!Reader-An unknown text and a list full of questions for what happened to your sister leads you down to the underground fight ring that belongs to none other than Eric Draven, The Crow. Once he captures your eyes with his, the web you were desperate to untangle suddenly tightens-

Camboy! Bill Skarsgard[AU]: OF!Bill Skarsgard x Viewer!Reader[AU]-Bill isn't ashamed of the work he does, showcasing his body online for anyone willing to pay. His number one rule was never to make a connection with anyone who either sent him messages or paid for private one-on-one video sessions. That was until you decided to request a certain private session.

El Este Aici: Count Orlok x OFC!Elenor: He is here. | You wakened me from an eternity of darkness. You... You... You are not for the living. You are not for human kind. And shall you be one with me ever-eternally? Do you swear it? Elenor grew up hearing folklore about her family lineage. When death takes someone close to her, she’s forced to step foot into a home she was exiled from. Something draws her towards a box in the attic and once she opens it, she’s visited every five years by the darkness she was destined to always find.-SLOW UPDATES

The Bet: Eric Draven x OFC! Lucinda: Eric didn't give a shit about the new bakery that opened up across the street from his auto shop. And he definitely didn't give a shit about the pretty owner that seemed to always catch his eye. He told himself and others that she wasn't his type. So, why did Eric agree to a bet that involved making her fall in love with him within the month and then ghost her as soon as she uttered those three words? The answer is simple: he loves the thrill of the game.

Teach Me: Bucky Barnes X Reader- You're a little inexperienced when it comes to sex, so Bucky offers to help give you a few pointers. It was supposed to be strictly professional, no feelings attached. Yeah, right.

The Mark of a Serpent: Fallen Angel! Eric Draven x Human!Reader- Eric wandered the earth for centuries as one of the Fallen, forever in debt to the one he fell for. With blood on his hands, he walks away from a murder he'd been ordered to do, unaware of the witness who had seen everything. Now to prove he deserves his spot among the Fallen, Eric needs to kill the witness. He had every intention until he saw a certain mark on her neck.-COMING SOON.

Memory Lane: Widowed! Single Dad! Bucky Barnes x Female Neighbor!Reader-Your car being stolen, your apartment being broken into, and you being fired from your job were at the top of the list of things going wrong with your life. Needing a fresh start somewhere new, you ask for a sign on what to do. You then find an open magazine on the floor showcasing a house for sale a few hours away in a quiet neighborhood called Memory Lane. So, you pack up your entire life ready to start over and focus on yourself, not expecting to fall for your new next door neighbor. Bucky's wife died eight months ago, leaving him behind with their four year old daughter, Olive. Life as not only a widow but a single dad was hard, something he was trying to figure out on his own, but he would do it for his daughter. He made a promise to his wife that he would never fall in love again because she was his soulmate. But when someone moves in next door, Bucky finds it harder to keep that promise.

The Void: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x BlackWidow!Enhanced!Reader- Hydra used her as a weapon, then, becoming one of the original widows, Zima was ready to live the rest of her days in hiding. When someone from her Red Room past comes looking to cash in on a favor, she has no choice but to strap up to face this new enemy threatening New York. Even if one of the people asking for her help was the one who trained her in Hydra, the one whom she swore she would kill the next time she saw him. The Winter Soldier. The only problem? Bucky doesn't remember her.

Requests[CLOSED]:

Steve Rogers Smut: Captain Kink

Bucky Barnes Angst/Smut: Inspired by the song "how could u love somebody like me" by Artemas

Marquis de Gramont: Inspired by the movie "Last Holiday"

[kendallroydefender]

Cowboy take me away - Chapter 8 (Kayce Dutton x Roy!Reader)

Summary: You’re Y/n Roy the youngest daughter of one of the richest men in America but all that money can’t make you happy and you decide to move to Montana for a while. But what happens when you meet the youngest son of another influential man? (This is mainly a Yellowstone fic you don’t have to watch succession to follow it)

There was an immediate sense of emergency on the ranch. John got the few ranch hands that weren’t out with Kayce.

”Beth, y/n- you go look with the others. I’m gonna call Monica.“

You nodded and followed Beth. Outside Jake handed you a flashlight. You walked with him and Colby through the field. Looking for any sign of the boy.

Monica arrived not long after, her hair still damp like she’d gotten out of bed and hadn’t fully dressed. Martin was with her. They hurried over to John who updated them on what had happened and stayed close to them to search.

A bit later you saw the car arriving. Kayce and Rip getting out with concerned looks on their faces, the others following behind them.

You hadn’t seen Kayce for a while. He was out there somewhere, covering ground fast.

You were walking along the fenceline when the beam of another flashlight swept across your path and stopped.

You turned your head. It was Kayce.

He didn’t say anything. Just walked up slowly, the beam from his flashlight lowering to the ground. His face was hard to read in the dark, but his shoulders were tense, his jaw tight.

You didn’t say anything either. You could only imagine what he was going through right now. His world crumbling as the minutes passed and still no sign of his child.

He gave you a brief nod, and the two of you fell into step, continuing the search side by side.

Every now and then, he’d crouch down to inspect something, boot prints, a broken patch of grass. You’d keep your flashlight steady for him, quietly mirroring his movement.

Eventually, someone called out in the distance. Kayce turned his head, listening, and then glanced at you.

Without a word, you both turned toward the sound and started moving again. Together.

The sky had started to shift to a soft grey. You felt the cold and the events of the night in every bone.

You and Kayce had looped back toward the main pasture. Walking quietly next to each other.

Then John’s voice cut across the field.

”Did anyone drive here?“

All the others shook their heads. Looking at the tire tracks in the field. Kayce’s whole body tensed. He broke into a run without another word, and you all followed as fast as you could.

Kayce stood frozen for a second, staring at something on the ground. Then he moved slowly, reaching down and picking something up.

You held your breath as he turned around. In his hand he held a tiny boot. Tate’s boot.

Monica let out a broken gasp, dropping to her knees, crying, shoulders shaking. Martin was there in an instant, holding onto her tightly. Your hands flew to your mouth a small ”Oh God.“ escaping you.

After the search team regrouped, John started giving orders in that steady, grim tone he used when things were bad. Everyone walked back to the main house silent. Monica wrapped in a blanket with Martin by her side, a distant look on her face.

Kayce had barely spoken. Just nodded when he needed to.

Afterwards Kayce found you.

”You should get some sleep,” His voice was low and rough, like it hurt to speak.

You nodded, not pushing.

“I’ll be in my room if you need anything,” you said. He gave you another tired nod.

Even though you were worried, sleep found you fast. Exhaustion set deep in your body. Both mentally and physically.

You don’t know how long you had been asleep when a knock on your door woke you.

”Yeah?“ you called out, still trying to wake yourself up more.

Kayce opened the door.

”Can I sit with you for a while?“ he asked voice barely more than a whisper.

”Can’t sleep right now but-“

”Of course.“ you said, already scooting over.

He didn’t turn on the lamp just took off his shoes before sitting down beside you.

You moved with him, curling on your side beside him. Your hand rested on his stomach. Your fingers moved slowly, gently. His hand coming to rest on yours. You fell asleep soon again.

He didn’t know how long he sat there, your hand warm against his stomach, your breathing slow and even beside him. He could tell that you were asleep again, your fingers stilled against him. Your body tucked close to his. And he needed that. He kept his hand on yours, thumb rubbing slowly over your warm knuckles.

Every part of him ached. His eyes burned, throat tight. He turned his face slightly toward the ceiling, jaw clenched, willing the sting behind his eyes to ease. But it didn’t. Instead he felt the tears rise quietly.

He had seen death multiple times. He had brought death. But this helplessness, this hole in his chest? It was worse than anything he had ever felt.

His free hand came up to his face, palm covering his eyes for a moment. No sound escaped him, just the hot tears trailing down his cheeks.

You didn’t knew that he was falling apart next to you and he thought that might have been the reason why he was able to. He had sat in the living room earlier, after everyone had retreated and felt how he craved having you close. Going back to his cabin alone was a thought that seemed unbearable to him. The stillness of it, the emptiness.

He didn’t knew how long he sat next to you but he got a text from Beth telling him to come to his dads office. He pried your hand from him softly not to disturb you, pressed a kiss to your head and walked out of the room.

You came down later after having woken up again. Monica, Beth and you hadn’t been filled in since that would make you an accessory. Kayce went to tell Monica that he would bring him back. Afterwards he went to your room, telling you that he was going to find out where Tate was.

”Be careful.“ you told him before he headed off. At this point you had heard that Dan Jenkins had been killed by the Becks too. The brothers were ruthless so you were worried about the plan.

The vibe was tense on the Ranch, everything stilled, a static running through everything.

John was in his office, you and Monica in your respective rooms.

You were checking mails to keep your mind off of whatever could be happening to Tate or Kayce right now, it didn’t work. You still had to look for a dress to wear to your sisters wedding but how could you care about that right now? It seemed so insignificant. You didn’t even really wanted to go. It would be another Roy event almost loveless even though it was a wedding. Stiff people, mostly business associates, your mother who used every chance to criticize one of you and your father for whom everything was about the appearances to the public eyes. But you had to go, you knew that. Not showing up would create a bigger drama than a weekend of discomfort.

Kayce came back from his mission to find out where they hid Tate with success. Plans where quickly made, Rip would ride into the hidden place in the mountains the others hidden with their guns.

As everyone got ready to rescue Tate, Kayce found you his eyes were dark, his jaw set tight. He didn’t say anything at first, just looked at you.

”Hey.“ he said then

”Hey.“ you replied softly.

”Just wanted to say…. Thank you. For everything.“

”You don’t have to thank me.“ you shook your head slightly.

“I do,” he said, not backing down. “You’ve been here. For me. For Tate. I just- I notice that.”

The air between you was heavy with unspoken things. You didn’t want to think about why he was saying this now. It felt too much like a goodbye.

“Kayce…” you started, but didn’t know where to go from here.

He gave a small shake of his head, stepping closer. His hand came up to your cheek, warm and rough, familiar now. His thumb brushed over your skin once. You leaned into his touch. Your eyes locked.

“You’ll bring him back,” you said, voice steadier than you felt.

He leaned in, kissed you once, softly.

”I’ll see you soon.“ he murmured then before stepping away.

The next hours were rough. You all had come to the living room. Beth was on the couch across from you. Monica and Martin on the couch resting her head on his lap. Nobody spoke. You held a cold cup of tea in your hands. You couldn’t help but feel like an intruder.

Monica stirred, her head lifting just slightly. Her eyes found yours.

”I‘m sorry they targeted you too.“

You gave a small nod

”I‘m sorry, too. For what you’re going through. I can’t imagine.“

There was a long pause before Monica spoke up again.

”I‘m glad he wasn’t alone.“ she said, giving Martin‘s hand a squeeze. ”Kayce, i mean. I’m glad you were with him.“

You gave another small nod. It wasn’t exactly approval but it wasn’t like the last time you had seen her either.

John appeared behind the glass door.

"They got him, they're on the way back.

Tate's safe." John said to Monica who hugged him. You took a breath, relieved to know that the little boy was safe.

"Kayce's safe too." John said with a knowing look over to you.

You were all in the yard as the car approached. Ryan got out first, opening the back door from which Kayce stepped out.

Tate was asleep in his arms, bundled in a blanket. Monica was at their side in seconds, hands trembling. You watched, heart tight in your chest. The small boy went through hell in the last days. Kayce’s eyes found yours for a moment. Then he sat in motion to carry the sleeping child up into the house.

You all stood there, relieved that everyone was alive. Beth and Jamie headed into the house, John walked over to Hendon to talk about the rescue mission.

You went back to the house and sat down onto the porch chair. It was a while later when the door was opened and Kayce stepped out into the air.

”Here you are.“ he said.

You nodded, scooting over slightly so he could join you. “Thought I’d stay out of the way,”

He sat down beside you, close but not quite touching.

“He’s okay,” Kayce finally said, voice low. “Doctor checked him. He’s… scared. But he’s okay.”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. “Good. That’s good.”

“I didn’t know if I was gonna see him again.”

“I know,” you said. Reaching out, your hand brushing gently against his. He turned his palm to meet yours, fingers curling around yours. Kayce leaned back in his chair, pulling your joined hands into his lap, holding them there.

”I think I should head back to my rental soon.“

Kayce stilled slightly.

You glanced over, trying to read his expression, but he was looking straight ahead again.

“I don’t want to get in the way,” you added gently. “You need time with Tate. With Monica.“

”You’re not in the way.“ he said after a beat. He knew it was time for you to head back. But that didn’t change the way he had gotten used to having you close like this, being able to see you whenever he wanted.

”I’ll miss waking up here.“ you said with a smile a moment later, trying to lighten the conversation ”It’s so peaceful and beautiful.“

“You can stay over whenever you want,” he said, his voice lower.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, taking in the last moments.

“I might take you up on that,” you murmured.

His hand tightened around yours just slightly. “I hope you do.”

In the evening sitting in your rental you felt a little weird. You cooked some food while listening to music to make up for the lack of sounds. You had only been at the ranch for a week but found that you had grown used to being surrounded by people in that time. You had also grew used to not sleeping alone in the last days. And Gators amazing food.

You let him care for Tate for the next few days. Staying out of his hair. Going to town, shopping for a dress for Shivs wedding, going to the local cinema.

You sent him a quick message

You: Hope Tate‘s getting better. Let me know if you need anything

Kayce: Thanks. Just trying to get him settled. Hope you’re okay.

Days passed like that. Short texts and long silences. You understood it. Hell, you even felt guilty about missing him. Tate needed time and his dad. But that didn’t stop you from wanting to see Kayce again, from sleeping in his flannel or scrolling through your old texts. You hadn’t been to the ranch in a while and you missed the bustle of the ranch.

You hadn’t seen him in two weeks by this point. Still messages from time to time, him checking in with you, you doing the same. But it got less and less.

You were just setting a couple plates on the small kitchen table when you heard a truck outside. Headlights flashed through the windows, and your heart skipped a little.

You dried your hands on a towel and walked to the door. When you opened it, Kayce was standing there in the evening light. Hat in one hand, eyes tired.

“Hey,” you said, surprised but not unhappy.

“Hey,” he said back. “Hope I’m not interrupting.”

You shook your head. “Just made dinner. You hungry?”

He nodded once, quiet. “Yeah. That’d be nice.”

You stepped aside to let him in.

The table was already set, nothing fancy, just pasta, salad, warm bread. He sat down without much talk, but after the first few bites, the silence softened into something comfortable. Something familiar.

“How’s Tate?” you asked gently.

Kayce sighed, setting his fork down for a second. “He’s… okay. Not sleeping much. Wakes up every night, screaming. Says he still sees them in his dreams.”

Your chest tightened. “I’m so sorry.”

Kayce nodded, rubbing the back of his neck.

”He’s either sleeping with Monica or me these days. So he’s not alone when he wakes.“

You reached across the table, brushing your fingers against his for just a second. “That’s good you’re there.”

He didn’t pull away. “I’m tryin’ to be.” He said quietly.

You talked more freely afterwards. It was still a little different than it had been but for the first time in weeks it felt like there was a thread between you again.

But eventually the clock ticked past ten, and Kayce stood, grabbing his jacket from the hook by the door. His movements were slow like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to leave yet.

“I should get back,” he said, though he didn’t quite move right away.

You walked with him to the door, hands tucked into the sleeves of your sweatshirt.

“Thanks for dinner,” he added, voice low.

You smiled up at him. “Anytime.”

There was a pause. One of those ones that stretches out and lingers. The kind that used to end with a kiss before everything got so complicated.

But instead of reaching for his lips, you leaned in just a little and pressed a kiss to his cheek, soft and warm and just long enough that he felt it.

When you pulled back, his eyes had softened, his posture a little looser.

“Drive safe,” you murmured.

He nodded, and for a second, you thought he might say something else. But he just gave you one last look, grateful, aching, complicated, and stepped back into the night.

You watched the taillights disappear into the dark before closing the door.

Taglist: @ganana @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @samiwashere @danadinosaur3 @bellarkeselection

[shamefilledsnzblog]

A Roll in the Hay

Blame @boxofbeezle for this. Not so much sneeze kink as itching kink, but threw some sneezing in anyway because I'm a whore like that. First time writing an adjacent kink, not sure how it turned out...

Characters are newcomers to the Perry-verse, joining him on the second expedition to the Underdark. Leofric, a half-elf paladin and the most stubborn creature alive, and Ruben, his bookwormish cleric lover (will update OC post to include them soon)

“HhHRASHOO!”

“Blessings. Is the hay still getting to you?”

With a frustrated snort, Leofric took one hand from the reins and removed his helmet. Tucking it under his arm, he assaulted his prominent nose with one gauntleted fist. Riding behind him, Ruben was, as ever, lost in a book, not even bothering to hold the reins, simply trusting his horse to follow Leofric’s. Turning a page, he took a handkerchief from his sleeve and held it out.

“Here. Blow, don’t go assaulting your nose like that.”

“I don’t need to blow, I need the damned thing to stop… HURRSCHOO! SNRF! … Itching.”

Maddeningly serene, Ruben tucked his handkerchief back in his sleeve and turned another page.

“I told you meeting in the hayloft was a bad idea. You know what hay does to you.”

Leofric snorted again, rubbing and pinching at his nose, alternating between the rough leather and cool metal sections if his gauntlet. True, something about getting too close to hay always set him sneezing, but that was the least of his problems right now. Sure, he was probably turning his nose an irritated shade of pink, but at least, whether by rubbing or sneezing, it was an itch he could scratch.

The hayseeds against his skin were another matter entirely.

Places for an intimate rendezvous in the temple were few and far between, but Leofric had been determined to have at least a short time alone with Ruben before they set off on their latest assignment. Traveling together with a party, camping in the Underdark, would mean few chances for privacy. Best to seize what moments they could get now, and if that meant Leofric sneezing as he lay with Ruben in his embrace, so be it.

The problem had arisen when they had been called to set out earlier than expected, and Leofric had donned his clothes in a hurry. Some hayseeds had clearly clung to his shirt, sharp and irritating against his skin. Not such a problem, had he only been in his shirt. He could easily have scratched at the maddening prickle through the fabric. But in heavy plate armour, his hands might as well have been tied.

The itch burned and prickled, like an insect biting, and there was nothing Leofric could do but squirm. Doing so created a metallic rattling, causing Ruben to look up from his book at last.

“Leo? What’s wrong? You seem uncomfortable.”

Leofric fought to keep from squirming again, feeling one of the hayseeds prick just beneath his shoulder blade. Even without his armour, it would be an awkward place to scratch, and gods above did he need to scratch. He felt Ruben’s warm, concerned eyes on him, and forced himself to remain perfectly rigid in the saddle. Once Ruben started fussing, he tended not to stop.

“It’s nothing. Lingering dust from the hay.”

That was true enough. There was still a tickle somewhere back in his sinuses, waiting to be sneezed out. But it was nothing compared to those damned seeds… Another pricked him around his lower back, and against his will, he gave a sudden twitching shudder. Gods, had half the haystack managed to cling to his shirt?

Ruben, never one to be easily fooled, tucked his book into the saddlebag, and guided his mount forward until he was riding at Leofric’s side. Even if he hadn’t been desperate to writhe in order to try and ease that damned burning prickle, Leofric might have squirmed slightly under the scrutiny from those green eyes. He rolled one shoulder, trying to bunch the fabric beneath his armour in such a way that it might dislodge the worst of the seeds. Instead, it only fueled the itch, and he found himself grimacing in discomfort.

“Something’s wrong. Are you too hot? It’s a warm day, it must be a nightmare under all that armour.”

It was, though not for the reason Ruben had suggested. Though now that he brought it up, Leofric felt a bead of sweat trickle down his back, adding its irritation to the itching. He rolled one shoulder again, then both, and gave a grunt of annoyance.

“It’s nothing for you to fuss over.”

Ruben tilted his head, and his eyes widened a little as he realized the nature of the problem.

“Wait, you’ve got an itch under there? Is that why you’re in a mood?”

“I’m not in a mood!”

“You most certainly are. Let’s stop, and you can get your armour off and see to it.”

“I’m not stopping our journey an hour in just to scratch an itch! I once rode six hours with an arrow in me, and never complained once!”

“Yes, yes, you’re terribly brave and stoic, the very picture of dignity. And if you keep squirming like that, you’re going to fall off your horse.”

“I am not…”

Before he could protest that he was very much not squirming, the itch grew in intensity again, becoming a ferocious, burning irritation. He was unable to suppress a convulsive shudder, his armour clanking at the sudden movement. Ruben arched an eyebrow.

“Not a word. Go back to your book.”

Ruben did no such thing. Picking up the reins, he kept his horse abreast of Leofric’s, looking up at him and clearly settling in for a good long chat. Leofric recognized that spark in his eyes. ‘I can wait you out’, it said.

“Actually, I find myself rather tired of reading for the day. Come on, break the gloomy silence. What do you think our fellow travelers are going to be like?”

Leofric fought to keep from scowling, all too aware of what Ruben was doing. Forcing himself to remain still, he grunted a reply.

“Scholars and nobles. Don’t know what they’re in for. Don’t get too attached.”

“Oh, I don’t know. Serafina DeVille has a reputation for being an accomplished duelist as well as a musician. She might prove more handy with a blade than you!”

Leofric felt one shoulder starting to move against his will, and forced himself to straighten it. Phantom itches began to spring up across his back, begging to be scratched. He bit the inside of his cheek, feeling Ruben’s eyes on him all the while.

“As for Sir Peregrine and Miss Brightburn, they’ve survived one expedition already, supposedly with even less protection. They must be somewhat capable. I found some of Sir Peregrine’s work in the temple archive. It never occurred to me that there were so many uses for fungi.”

Ruben waited for a response, and Leofric struggled for something to say. He had barely been listening. If he arched his back, ever so slightly, one of the seeds lifted away from his skin. He could only imagine what it must look like. Red, irritated, tormented…

“You won’t be too surly with them, will you? I’m sure they’ll be quite lovely, and I suspect I’ll have a lot to learn from them. Sir Peregrine suggests some interesting medicinal applications for the mushrooms he studies, and that alone could be quite useful, and… You’re not taking in a word, are you?”

“Hm. Mushrooms. Medicinal. Fascinating.”

Ruben sighed, and stirred his horse forward, riding in front of Leofric and coming to a halt. Leofric grunted and tried to guide his horse around him, only for Ruben to block him again.

“Stop being childish. Let me through!”

“You’re one to talk. Stop being a stubborn fool, take a break, and take off your armour. I’m not going to spend the rest of this journey being grunted at because you’re too pig-headed to scratch an itch!”

Leofric sighed, and slipped out of his saddle. Slow, careful movements. He was stopping because Ruben demanded it, after all. Not because the promise of relief was so very, very close…

Ruben took the reins from him and set about tying up the horses, while Leofric removed his gauntlets. Gods, his hands were shaking from the urgency… The itch flared again, sending out another wave of prickling phantom itches, and he bit back a moan as he began desperately unbuckling straps.

“Here, let me help you. You’re going to snap those laces like that.”

Ruben carefully unlaced Leofric’s armour from the attachment points, removing his pauldrons and breastplate. As soon as he was able, Leofric tore off his gambeson with such urgency he heard a seam tear, and clawed frantically at his back. There was no holding back the moan of relief as his nails scraped across the itch at his lower back, not the snarl of frustration as he struggled to reach the one beneath his shoulder.

“Stop squirming. Let’s get this off, and see what’s the problem.”

Finishing removing the armour, Ruben pulled Leofric’s shirt over his head and tutted softly.

“No wonder you’re in such a state. This is full of hay! Let me get this cleaned out…”

Leofric grabbed Ruben’s arm before he could step away.

“Wait. Can you…”

“Oh? You do need help?”

Leofric sighed.

“Itch. Below the shoulder blade. Please!”

Ruben smiled, and set his short, neat nails to Leofric’s back. Leofric let out a moan that bordered on obscene as the ferocious prickling was scratched into submission. Feeling the tension begin to ease from his muscles, he allowed his head droop in relief.

“I take it I’m in the right spot?”

“Mm… Now a little lower?”

It was as if an army of ants was being brushed from his skin, and the bites they had left behind soothed. Ruben clucked his tongue sympathetically.

“You’re all red in places from the hay. It must have been driving you mad. I think I’ve a salve that might soothe this… Hold on…”

Ruben opened his satchel, and to his immense embarrassment, Leofric actually let out a whine as he stopped scratching.

“Oh, hush, this won’t take a moment. Let me see…”

As Ruben rummaged through his various cures, Leofric twisted around, trying to reach another itch. Now that they finally had his full attention, they refused to release it, new phantom itches springing up everywhere. Even the prickling in his nose returned with a vengeance, and he gave an irritated snort as he scrubbed it with his fist.

And then, the blessed touch of something cool on his back. He stilled at last as Ruben’s gentle hand rubbed the salve in, spreading blessed, cooling relief.

“Hhnng… You truly do have a healer’s hands.”

“And you truly are as stubborn as a mule. It didn’t have to get this bad.”

Lacking any argument, Leofric sighed and knelt down in the grass. Ruben knelt next to him, continuing his ministrations, until Leofric ceased making moans and whimpers of relief. This done, Ruben took up his shirt and grimaced as he looked over it.

“No wonder you were in agony; you’ve enough hay in here to last our horses the full journey! Did you not think to shake it out?”

“The abbot was yelling for us, I didn’t have time to fuss.”

“Well, we’re not continuing until I’ve got this cleaned out. I’d rather you not go into another sulk over something so avoidable.”

Leofric gave a dignified huff of annoyance.

“I do not sulk, thank you very much!”

Smiling fondly, Ruben took a stalk of hay from the inside of Leofric’s shirt, and flicked it playfully across his nostrils. The last itch that remained unscratched returned with a vengeance.

“Hhh-HH-HRAHHSHOO! Fiend!”

“Blessings. And you definitely sulk!”

“And you tease.”

“How could I not? Now sit and relax while I clean this. And next time you feel like some alone time with me, we’re going nowhere near a hayloft!”

[sportswriters]

priorities - h. son

pairing: heungmin son x female!reader | angst | co-workers to (?) | wc: 738 | 🖊: namu

Heungmin is very focused on his job, so he's not considering a relationship at the moment. However, he can't help acting like a gentleman with Y/N.

He's kind, he remembers the things she likes, he pays special attention to her videos, the glances last longer, the smiles too. When he arrives at the building with another player and finishes his own interview, he makes a point of 'waiting for his friend' as an excuse to stay in her presence for a little longer. He's a homebody, and although he doesn't text her, he often updates her on what he's been watching when she greets him in the hallway.

One fine day, they meet at the entrance to the restaurant where a mutual friend's birthday is happening. The place is packed, but the celebration is on the top floor, where there is a cozy terrace. She enters together with Heungmin and the people who have arrived, but as the movement ends up causing someone to bump into her, Heungmin decides to intertwine his fingers with hers for safety's sake. 

As they are last in the order of friends, no one notices what is happening, only Y/N — who’s panicking. When they reach the terrace, where it's more spacious, quieter and better lit, one of his friends turns around and notices them holding hands. "Won’t you look at that? Ben will be pleased to hear about it."

As soon as he realizes it, Heungmin snaps out of it like he's touched an electric wire. "Oh, you idiot, I was just stopping her from being swept away by the movement downstairs. Keep moving." He turns to her and says: "Sorry about him." But that's not what she's focused on. 

Dinner goes well, but she can't get the restlessness that has built up over the last month out of her head. She asks if there's somewhere they can talk in privacy. Later, they go to Ben's house for an after-dinner drink, so Heungmin takes her to the front of the house, since everyone is either in the kitchen or in the backyard.

"I don't know if we're on the same page, but I need you to be aware. I like you... romantically."

Heungmin's eyes widen, genuinely taken aback.

"What do you mean? When did it start?"

She frowns, trying to look for some sign of pretense in his actions. There’s none.

"Are you... Is this serious?"

"The other day we talked about my focus, don't you remember? Romance isn't something I can prioritize right now, I thought I'd made that clear."

She puts her hand to her forehead and takes a deep breath.

"It's not possible for you to be so oblivious. Maybe I'm being too innocent by refusing to believe that you're being selfish," she says.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I really am." He fiddles with his hair, nervously. "I didn't think our closeness would make you feel that way. I didn't mean to."

"Oh, I know very well. I know all your reasons very well. But I also know that there's no way that everything that's happened over the last month is something common. You don't act like this with everyone, be serious. I didn't create this alone, I didn't feel this alone. The difference between us is that I'm not afraid to be honest with myself. If you want to do this with your own heart for the sake of your career, be my guest, just don't take me along on an adventure only to discard me when you remember your unwavering purpose. I won't stand for that."

"Y/N..."

"Don't apologize anymore. Your regrets aren't going to help me get rid of this feeling that's now floating in an aimless river." She sighs. She wants to confess that said river that has been flowing towards him, calm and smooth, is now struggling to regain its rhythm because of the stones in the way. "I'm going to say goodbye to the guys. I need a whole night without alcohol and without you.”

Heungmin's eyes are restless on her face, his labored breathing shows that he's not saying everything he'd like to. He feels like he should make her stay, but what would he say? How to get around what this has become? He can't even remember what happened last month. Everything has snowballed and the only thing processing in his head is the desire to make her stay.

[honeypiehotchner]

Devil's Backbone (Unsub!Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- part ten

I listened to the stripped version of "Good Looking" a lotttt starting around now as I wrote this fic. It's perfect for how the reader is beginning to feel, the sadness and confusion, remembering how Hotch was and realizing how she no longer knows him 😭😭

Warnings: things are beginning to unravel

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Ten: The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all -- "Good Looking" by Suki Waterhouse

“Hotch said he didn’t have any of the files, JJ,” Dave said, stepping into her office. The two of them spoke on the phone last night, as promised, and Dave wanted to give JJ the update first thing in the morning, as promised. “He said he had older ones.” He listed the names off and JJ nodded along.

“I have those accounted for,” she said, looking at her computer, shaking her head. “I know he had those. The others are probably in here somewhere. It’s just weird.”

“I agree,” Rossi said. Files didn’t disappear randomly. If some were taken or even copied, JJ was notified, and she logged it. “But we’ll figure it out.”

“Did you look through Hotch’s office?” JJ suggested. She seemed hesitant to even ask, chewing on her nails after proposing the question. 

“No,” Rossi said. “Should we?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know, should we?”

Rossi thought it over. Strauss’s concern. Your odd reaction to his questions. Hotch’s strange character every time Rossi called. None of it made any sense. Rossi assumed it was grief, just like you told him, just like he told himself, that maybe it was Hotch even trying to convince himself that he was feeling better than he was. But there was a nagging feeling deep in his chest that he couldn’t get rid of.

“Yeah,” Rossi finally said. “I’ll go look.” He knew how it looked and felt: like an invasion of Aaron’s privacy. But this was becoming too convoluted to worry about privacy.

Rossi went back into the bullpen, glad to see you sitting at your desk already. He tapped your shoulder as he went by, nodding his head up to the second level.

You got up and followed, assuming he was going to his office. Your heart began hammering in your chest when Rossi stopped outside Hotch’s office. No one had been in there since Hotch left. It was locked. 

You watched in terror as Rossi took out his keys and let himself into Hotch’s office, flicking the light switch.

You walked inside slowly, your voice low as you asked, “What are you doing?”

“What I don’t want to be doing,” Rossi replied in a hiss, pinching the bridge of his nose. He gestured toward you. “Shut the door.”

You closed the door and pulled the blinds for good measure. Or to help your paranoia. You had a bad feeling in your stomach and a bad taste in your mouth. “Rossi, what the hell is going on?”

“JJ can’t find a few files,” he replied, stopping in front of Aaron’s desk facing you, placing his hands on his hips.

“I know, she told me--”

“One of them she can’t find is Issac Holman.”

“What?” That was not right. That had to be a bad coincidence. The file showed up missing and Holman was dead? Impossible. Too eerie to be a coincidence.

“Another one missing is Nicholas Edwards,” Rossi continued. “He died two days ago. Shot in the back of the head, executioner style.”

“What? Why didn’t you tell us?” That was a brutal method; it was necessary to alert the team.

“Because I didn’t want to say anything just yet,” Rossi replied. His fuming eyes landed on you next. “I need you to come clean with me.”

Fear shot through you so hard that you took a step back from him. “What?”

“When I called you into my office a couple of days ago, you acted like I was interrogating you when I asked simple questions,” Rossi recalled, stepping closer to you. “What did you and Aaron talk about? Tell me the truth. Right now.”

You shook your head. This was a nightmare. This was not happening to you. “Rossi--”

“Agent L/N, I am ordering you,” he pressed, raising his voice. He stepped closer, pointing an accusatory finger at you. “Tell me. This is bigger than whatever secrets you might have, so I need you to get over it and--”

“We had sex!” you blurted, shame rising in your chest like flames, burning their way to your neck. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Stunned, Rossi struggled to find words, eyes blinking and jaw opening and closing. “You-- Are-- Are you two seeing each other?”

“No,” you replied, your face burning with embarrassment. You wished that was the reason behind the sex, that it was a sweet, romantic, domestic relationship you were hiding. “He kicked me out. He wanted nothing to do with me. Can we move on now?”

“Yeah,” Rossi said, turning around slowly. “Help me look for any files he kept in here. Holman and Edwards might be in them.”

You nodded, glad your failed fling with your boss was forgotten for the moment. “Why would they be in here?”

“He liked to go over them afterwards,” Rossi explained. 

“Yeah, I know.” You turned to look on the side tables by the couch, but there were only random magazines, no doubt put there by someone else. Strauss probably put them there one day to liven the place up a bit.

Rossi studied one section of Aaron’s desk against the back wall. “This is empty.”

You leaned over. “Yeah.” You stared at it, eyebrows furrowing. “He used to have a lot of books and…” Files. You remember. You watched him close his briefcase as he said he was sorry but you knew he didn’t mean it.

Rossi turned and looked at you, the same haunted expression on his face. “He took them with him.”

You nodded slowly, your hand covering your mouth. “I watched him take them.” You paused, a sick feeling settling into your bones. “Rossi…what is going on?”

“I don’t know,” Rossi said slowly, shaking his head. “I don’t know.”

But he knew. You both knew. Neither of you wanted to admit it.

+++

Aaron was washing the blood off his hands in the unsub’s bathroom sink. 

He didn’t mean for that much blood to be shed, but he got carried away. The unsub fought back harder than Aaron expected him to. One punch led to another and then Aaron had flashbacks to George Foyet. The unsub’s face no longer existed. It was only Foyet, and Aaron got revenge. Again. And again.

Unfortunately, it made a mess of the fucking bedroom. Thankfully, none of Aaron’s blood was shed. He caught a few blows to his chest and abdomen, but none to the face, none that bled, not like the unsub bled all over the goddamn place. Aaron knew the human body carried 5 liters of blood -- thanks to Reid -- but it looked like much more.

He needed to leave as soon as possible, so he settled for cleaning his hands thoroughly and forgetting the rest.

He rode back to his home in Quantico in silence. No music, no news. He needed to think.

But thinking only landed him in places he didn’t want to be, so he stopped. He stopped for food and carried on back to Quantico to get his things together.

He had one more unsub to hunt, and it wouldn’t be easy. The fucker ran from him once, he assumed he would do it again. So, Aaron needed to be careful and meticulous about this one. It would take longer than a weekend getaway.

+++

You were called into Strauss’s office the following day. You knew it wasn’t good, but you knew that even before you saw Rossi sitting in one of her chairs, fingers pressed to his temple. 

“You called for me, ma’am?” you asked, shutting her office door behind you.

“Yes,” Strauss rounded her desk, gesturing to one of the empty seats on her couch. “Sit.”

This is not good. You did as you were told, sitting on the very edge of the cushion. Rossi refused to look at you, and it made your stomach turn. You took a deep breath. 

“What do you know of Hotch’s whereabouts?” Strauss asked conversationally. She went over to her minifridge and grabbed a bottle of water.

“Uh, he’s at his apartment, I guess?” you replied, taking the water from her.

“You guess?” Strauss pressed.

You chuckled awkwardly. “Ma’am, with all due respect, I don’t know where Agent Hotchner is. We haven’t spoken since he left.”

Strauss laughed as she sat down across from you. “Well, Dave told me you did speak to Aaron.”

You looked at Rossi with wide eyes, sensing betrayal, but he shook his head only slightly. So he told her the truth, but not the full truth.

“I went to his apartment to offer condolences,” you said. “And to check on how he was doing.”

“And how was he doing?”

“He seemed fine,” you shrugged, putting the water down on her coffee table. “What is this about?”

Strauss sighed. “Agent Hotchner’s behavior has been worrying me since the day I sent him home,” she said. “Now, supposedly, he needs to get away, with no phone, no devices. And frankly, I cannot let him do that.”

You looked at Rossi, your eyebrows furrowed. “Where is he going? What is he thinking?”

“I don’t know,” Rossi replied. “He wouldn’t tell me. Just that he is heading out tomorrow morning.”

You turned back to Strauss. “Ma’am, I had no idea--”

“I know,” she stopped you with her hand in the air. “I don’t care to know the details of your relationship with Agent Hotchner. I hope there aren’t any details. But seeing as you are someone he trusts, I need you to follow him.”

“Follow him?”

“Yes. See where he goes. If it’s nothing troubling, you will return to the BAU. This is a private assignment and you are not to discuss this with anyone outside of this room, do you understand?”

You nodded. “I do.”

You felt like you were signing your life away.

[littlebluentebook]

Alastor x Reader pt.6

A/N Oh my goodness! I didn't expect the story to get this much attention! Im going to do some sort of second story where Alastor and the reader are in hell. If theres no objections I'll also feature some helluva boss characters (just to advance the plot!)

I am very sorry for not updating! I went out of town, nearly broke my hip, got sick, and started a new job all in the last 2 weeks. I should be able to post once every three days now :)

Thank you to everyone reading the story! I love sharing my ideas and feel free to reach out if there are any stories you want to see!

TW-Animal Blood(?)

Chapter 7

You woke up in Alastor's arms. It wasn't on purpose! You both had agreed to split the bed, pride getting in the others way. Apparently, somewhere in the night you each reached for the other. Not minding the extra warmth, you fell back asleep. There was no point in moving away; you liked him, he was comfy, and kept you warm. The second time you woke up, the sun was bright and the bed was empty. Worried you checked the clock to make sure you hadn't overslept to open the shop. You had forty five minutes to get the store open. Not as much time as you would have liked, but also not anything too out of your range.

"Ah! My sleeping beauty, glad you're now awake!" a voice said from the doorway. Alastor? You thought he had left. "Come now! I have made us breakfast."

Alastor could cook. Breakfast tasted like it was picked up from a five star restaurant on the more expensive side of town. Over breakfast he told you that he was unable to leave such a beautiful person alone and you needed the rest from the previous night. He actually didn't leave you at all that day.

He sat talking with you in your shop keeping well mannered company. Alastor would never admit it, but he absolutely loved listening to you talk. He spent so much time talking on the radio it was nice to finally be listening to others. He never really cared for sewing but asked you questions about how you did certain things and complimenting your stitch work. He also would assist you while you worked; measuring, flipping things right side outing grabbing fabric as needed. He liked feeling useful to you and watching you work on something you were passionate about.

:Thank you so much for your help today Allie."

"Allie?" He tilted his head like a puppy hearing 'no' for the first time.

"Yeah! Like a nickname," you beamed at him. Alastor mulled the name over in his head before deciding it was okay when it rolled off your tongue and into his ears. No one else could ever be allowed to call him Allie aside from you.

"Hmmmm. Alright" He was at a loss for a nickname truly just wanting to call you his. "Why don't we go and fetch ourselves dinner. I know the most exquisite place!"

"that would be lovely!" Your demeanor was much calmer than your racing thoughts. First, Alastor had stayed the night and made breakfast. Secondly he spent the entire day with you. And now he wanted to take you to dinner! You felt like a romance character from the books you had read and heard stories of.

He had helped you close the shop, took your arm in his (it was the only way you two ever walked together) and he led the way to the restaurant.

It was a nice place with candles and flowers on the table. There was a live band playing softly to entertain guests as they dined.

Alastor was sweet and kind with you, he made excellent recommendations about what drinks to try and meals to order. You both split a cake together for dessert. The night was wonderful, absolutely perfect! The only thing that there you off was the way in which Alastor ordered his steak.

"Alastor!" you had whisper-yelled "that cow is so undercooked I can still hear it moo-ing in the fields. Do we need to have the waiter take it back for just a moment longer?"

"Haha oh no darling! I just enjoy my cut of meat like this. It holds so much more flavor!" You gave him a quizzical look swearing you had just seen blood dark as your wine pool on the plate.

When your night had come to an end, Alastor had walked you home and kissed your cheek. It had left you red and blushing thinking about it as you slept.

The next morning you had awoken ready to start your chores. You folded the blanket and pajamas that Alastor had borrowed and cleared a drawer for the items to reside in. Today you had a new activity you hadn't done in years.

You walked down the stairs leading to your shop and to the circular display table at the center of your shop. Grabbing the wilted flowers and vase you got to work and put them in your oven to dry them out. You loved keeping gifts, flowers were beautiful but difficult to keep but you made it work.

The entire day you were all that was on Alastor mind. He simply could not get enough of you despite spending the entire day together before. He was talking to his mother about the feeling and how he had never experienced it, unsure of what to do he was searching for advice. His mother was not helping the situation, she merely laughed at him. "Oh Al, why don't'cha go onna date together and court the poor thing!" What if you didn't like him back? What if he made a total fool of himself. His mother could sense his worries, "well whoever can put up with ya for a full day definelty doesn't not like you." She pinched his cheeks and went back to cooking for the both of them

[nattikay]

fursuit making update: both ears are now complete and attached to the head! I've decided I'm not going to post any more WIP pics because at this point she's close enough to done for it to feel like "spoilers" for the finished thing lol

I leave for AWU just one week from today and have made a list of all the tasks I need to get done to finish the suit. There are 14 tasks in total (sounds like a lot but most of them are relatively small/quick things). Eight of them are absolutely mandatory to have a finished wearable costume, the rest are things would be ideal to have but aren't strictly necessary/it won't be the end of the world if I don't have time to get to them (mostly small internal things that no one will actually see when I'm wearing it, like bias tape on the edges of the handpaws or around the neck hole, inside lining for the back of the head (right now only the front is lined), stuff like that).

Of the 14 total, I've deemed seven of them to be minor/simple enough that I could theoretically do them in the hotel the night before the con if I need to. Obviously trying to do all seven of them there would probably be a little much, but if I reach the day I have to leave and there's still one or two, maybe three of them that I didn't get to at home, it should be fine.

So yeah, I think I'm pretty confident now that I can finish this thing in time to wear her at the con! Yay!

Right now the only thing I'm a little unsure about is the eyes—not about whether or not I can do them, but about which material I'll be able to use.

See (no pun intended lol), I was originally planning to use the same method I'd used for 2.5's eyes, namely making a digital iris design and printing it out on cotton buckram (with just my regular home printer). I thought I had some buckram left over from the last time I made fursuit heads, but even after digging through all my craft supplies I couldn't find it, so I had to order some more. Unfortunately the place I usually order from was out of stock, so I had to find some elsewhere.

While looking for somewhere else to get the buckram (this was two weeks ago now), I saw an Etsy listing that said they could print custom fursuit eyes on a plastic mesh with the fancy dye sublimation printing, which caught my attention because hey, that could be even better; I'd still get to use the iris art I made but on the fancy vibrant waterproof mesh. So I decided to give it a shot...the problem is I don't know if they'll arrive before I have to leave 😅

I found and ordered some regular buckram too, as a backup, but I'm really hoping the fancy dye sublimation irises get here in time. The seller said they'd print and ship them on Saturday (last Saturday, not this coming Saturday) but I haven't gotten any kind of shipping confirmation so I don't know if they actually did or not.

Luckily installing the eyes doesn't take very long, so I'm gonna give the fancy irises until Wednesday to show up. If they're not here by then, I'm just gonna have to cut my losses and go back to the regular printer on cotton buckram like I was originally planning. Which, hey, not the end of the world, that method worked perfectly fine for 2.5...just a mild letdown after getting excited about the fancy option 😅

[kaiannae]

Life update (in lack of Starling update)

So, I think I would like to avoid another "going dark" episode like the one from the last two-three months. That one was because of war, and war is still very much present, but at the moment, my lack of writing is mostly due to other matters. CW Cat Medical Stuff: I have a cat. My mother is his human, but I take care of him and I love him very much. Unfortunately, he started feeling unwell two weeks ago on monday morning. He hid all sunday night, he wouldn't eat all day, he was not moving from his hidey hole, I was worried. I called the vet monday evening after confirming he was feeling worse and worse, and was instructed to give first aid painkillers and bring him the next morning. Since then, its been an ordeal of unclear diagnosis. Obvious infection without a source. My vet is very professional, but even after hospitalizing him for close care, going through multiple in-depth tests and giving him broad antibiotics, he wouldn't eat, while the tests were showing nothing but a sourceeless infection. Eventually I was sent with him to a vet hospital to do a specialized ultrasound. That too showed inconclusive results but there were enough findings to make my vet press for an abdominal operation. Its very lucky that they did, and very lucky that they insisted on doing it that same eveing. Turns out the poor thing had a gall bladder infection, which did not show in blood tests or ultrasound, and somewhere in the few hours between the last ultrasound and the operation the gall ate a hole in his stomach and it was leaking into his abdoman. The operation saved him in the nick of time, though it was touch and go for a couple of days. It is now the third day of him being back at home, he has a feeding tube and has to be tube fed 6 times a day. He also gets 9 types of meds, some of which need to be taken with food, some away from food, so I am his home nurse for the next two weeks at least, that assuming he'll keep improving. END CW Cat Medical Stuff. And as if to add insult to injury, I've been feeling ill since the begining of this week, and after testing negative at first, I am now positive for COVID and feeling it heavily. In fact, my mother now has COVID too and she needs care as well. So to summarise, I hardly have time to sleep, so investing myself in the angsty Bren and Fairy PoV enough to write is not really working right now. I must focus on taking care of parent and cat, and though I don't know how much the vet bill is yet (still pending on that) I do know its going to be in the several thousands, so I must focus on that as well. (Sadly, if you don't have pet insurance, any intensive care or test costs a fortune here.) So, please stay tuned as I try to restore some order to my life and calm things down a bit. The wizards are still very much on my mind, in fact, they are one of the things keeping me sane at the moment. If you like my writing and would like to tip me on Ko-fi, there's a link in the header of my page, or you can just search Kaiannae. (sadly I hardly uderstand Kofi, but I know the page works. I intended to make an actual content page there but never got the time with everything that's happened in the last few months.) It would all go towards bills and would be very much appreciated. Also, if you'd like to see or have an idea for a short oneshot you always wanted to see with the wizards, Starling AU or just Shadowgast, feel free to toss them in my direction. I might not be able to invest myself in my main writing right now, but I might be able to do a short thing as I wait for feeding times to post seperately for ya'll, especially night feeding times... Again, I apologize for the wait. Please stay tuned.

[jonathankatwhatever]

It’s 15 Mar 2024 and the most amazing work is occurring. Here’s one bit: I was coming upstairs from putting the laundry in the washers and wondered if I’d taken my lactaid, because I’d made a hot milk/coffee and left it on the table to be reheated. I realized too many steps had occurred between for me to know for sure. I could guess I had because I’d made the drink and cleaned up, which indicates a degree of care, but what if I put the lactaid off til return? The choice of perspective seems a coin flip biased by which goes first, like in any game where going first endows an advantage of choice. Aside: thought about this yesterday as I was running, so it was blown entirely out of my head a few miles after, that choice of which path to take is an ordering issue because all which respond to that path being chosen now order. This is like when the sink is draining slowly and you can make it drain fast by closing and opening the drain. This creates a disruption which allows the water to organize and that ordering is more efficient at draining. Kind of the way heroin drains the person more efficiently. I’m using drain a lot on purpose, of course: the idea is to be like Stein and allow the associations to build across the usages. The idea comes from the lifeblood and the connection of that to water.

I find that stuff fascinating. I was working through a question that troubles me: the explosion of violence and the decline of cities during my lifetime. I was able to articulate the idea that it was a partial consequence of increasing freedom as a few things happened. On the idea level, the church that led the movement had developed a theology which downplayed the material world, and that ideology did not fit the developing reality that success in gaining basic rights naturally leads to questions about prosperity in this world. The former is more abstract. At a practical level, Martin King’s murder deprived the movement of the natural leader, the guy who brought a bunch of voices together.

That idea came out of thinking about how unprepared people were for success. Institutions didn’t exist. This really helped me sort out something from the family story, the one where I actually meet you as a character in which in the story itself I’m essentially you as a male in this other family, except I’m a different you, the one who does the music and who needs a sister to write lyrics. Like I said, they’re all version of me and you, so I’m really comfortable there. That storyline involes investment in poor communities by a bank. How to improve a neighborhood so the people who live in it benefit as well. Or at least the people who own homes in it can prosper. I mean ‘loans’ to improve homes so the value of other homes improves, as actual community investment which benefits the bank. I mean grants so people get their homes fixed up in important ways rather than needing to sell low to a flipper. Updated electrical, plumbing, HVAC, etc. Try to cut costs by recruiting from the community and by encouraging local contractors to try out people, to see who works well, etc., the idea being you want to encourage the work itself to be an investment in the people.

Somewhere in my mind I see 5 houses near each other, and a structural contractor goes through each, etc. Project manage the scheduling. So this would require a development corp. Another complication would be tenant protections and how those might go away or change, but the complications of another set of interests, that third party, don’t resolve to 1Space; they require some compromise that shifts each perspective, each End. That is an important part of the gs and Triangular process: the ideal, which cannot be achieved, means flicker through states, which of course organize. And connects to the Julia set which connects to the Mandelbrot set.

Anyway, that was a detour. That’s what comes from drinking hot milk and decaf.

Example: Pi in our work is the count of connections at any specific level, and that directly translates in relation to the M-set because Pi appears as the number of iterations increases as the real count, which is compressed xyK to real, approaches the cusp of the M-set at ¼. That is, if you apply Mag10, which is (1+(SBE3)+1), meaning it is iterative over base10, so the actual iteration is that which approaches the M-set at the tangent point of ¼ on the real line. This generates a count of iterations before it exceeds the same value of 2 used in general in describing the M-set. I keep hearing a reminder that this is around 0, that it begins with a count of 0, and the reason for the 2 is that if a 2 appears in the calculation then it can’t go back.

So when we count to 2 that means counting imposed to complete.

I need a break.

[xiubaek-13]

Chapter 41 - Baby Don't Cry

Requested: No Genre: Canon-AU Pairing: ? (at this stage undecided) x Reader or is it now Baekhyun x Reader? who knows!?

Warnings: Nothing major just some angst, anger and sexual tension

Word Count: 6,094

A/N: What's this? A semi-regular update? Honestly I'm surprised too but we are just gonna run with it ok. I hope you enjoy it.  If you want to help me out, reblog this for me (you don’t have to though, so no pressure there). I would like to thank @leewalberg @myeoning-call & @thesammtimes for proof reading this and listening to me while I tried to make this chapter flow properly and feel natural.

As you stood in front of the door to his room you wondered if you were going to regret coming up here. Should you have simply let him brood? Would you just be his verbal punching bag or would he flat out not engage in conversation with you? You had no idea but you felt a pull to go to him, to at least try to help him. You were reminded of that day that he and Yixing came to you by the river when you were homesick. They were in no way obligated to make you feel better but it showed you how much they cared for you that they made the effort. They hadn’t tried to make light of your struggles either, they simply sat with you, hugged you and talked until you were ready to return to the dorms. Now it was your turn to be there for him when he was struggling with something. 

Chanyeol had told you what to expect and you had listened closely to him. After all, he and the other members had all experienced Baekhyun like this more than once during their time together and they’d learned not to crowd him but rather have one of them go and try to bring him out of his mood, even if it was only a slight improvement. They hated seeing their normally happy go lucky friend be down on himself. Chanyeol said that those moods could last a few days but that Baekhyun always tried to look at the positive side of life and so he only fell into one if he was really upset. A fact that did not sit well with you because it meant that tonight’s shift was due to exactly that. What you didn’t know was if it was tonight’s concert, the guys’ teasing or if it was something related to you. 

No matter what it was, standing in front of his door wasn’t going to fix it. No, it was time to go inside and try to help your friend, or whatever label should be put on the relationship the two of you had. You cared about him and didn’t want him to wallow in anger at himself for the entire night, at least not alone. Sometimes the best thing to do was address the issue and talk through it, sometimes distractions worked best but other times a person just needs to sit in their feelings and wallow. The last option was usually a little easier to do if you realised that you had people in your corner who were there for you.

You knocked once, deciding that you’d rather not surprise him while he was in a bad mood. It gave him the option to decide if he was going to open the door for you or not which would give you an indication of what you were walking into. You weren’t sure if Chanyeol had told him that you were going to see him or if he’d just fled the room as soon as the offer came up. “You have the wrong room. I haven’t ordered anything.” His voice sounded from somewhere behind the door, far away enough that you knew he hadn’t checked the peephole. His voice was muffled by the door but you could still hear the irritation in it.

“It’s me.” You said as you knocked again. You waited for his response. Would he let you in willingly or were you going to have to let yourself in after he made it clear that he didn’t want you there? The latter could result in more hostility that you were prepared for so you were really hopeful that he’d just let you in. 

Baekhyun sighed audibly from right behind the door. He must have looked through the peephole to verify that it was you, and that you were alone. You could have sworn you even heard a soft Aish followed by some swearing before you heard the chain being removed from the door. He didn’t open it straight away, which made you more nervous than you were happy to admit. 

At long last the door handle moved and he opened the door enough for you to see his face. He didn’t fully open it but whether that was due to his current mood or learned behaviour to protect his safety you weren’t sure. You were calling it progress because he had opened the door and he had spoken to you. So far no yelling or pushing you away. “What do you want noona?” He said flatly. 

“I came to talk to you and if you didn’t want to talk then I came to just sit with you.” You smiled softly. 

“I’m fine. You should just leave me alone.” He replied, voice still flat and devoid of emotion which was almost scary because Baekhyun was one of the most emotionally fuelled people you had ever met.  

“Obviously something is wrong and I’m here for you whether you like it or not.” You stood your ground, making sure not to sound too forceful but also letting him know that you were not going anywhere. 

He huffed at you but took a step back, your invitation to enter the room. You didn’t give him time to change his mind as you entered through the opening he’d made, closing and re-latching the door behind you. 

Once you were inside the room he went back to his bed, flopping down on the mattress and scrolling through his phone. His body language was closed off, telling you that talking to him was not going to be an easy task. You sat on the edge of Chanyeol’s bed, placing the bag you brought with you by your side, and waited. He continued to ignore your presence as he scrolled through his phone but as you watched him you could see that his eyes weren’t focused on his screen. This was his tactic? Pretend to look at his phone until you get fed up and leave? You pushed your bag somewhere on the bed behind you and glanced around the room. Normally after a concert or big schedule there were two things that always occurred. Food and more food. The amount of food they consumed after a concert was ridiculous, but it proved to you just how much energy they burnt during the three and a half hours. Their bodies needed that fuel to propel them through the performances safely. There were no empty containers or room service trays in the room which meant that Baek most likely had not eaten.

“Baek.” You started. His fingers ceased scrolling though he still refused to look at you.

“Mmm?” 

“Have you eaten?” You asked softly.

He resumed scrolling through whatever it was that he was using to avoid actually having a conversation with you. “I’m not hungry.” He said flatly.

You sighed. His dismissive tone was not something that sat well with you and though it was irritating you, you were worried about him. “You just sang and danced for hours under incredibly bright lights. There’s no way that you aren’t hungry.” 

“Well I’m not.”

If he was going to be like that then you were going to have to try another approach. So you tried to sound stern as you responded. “You need to eat Baek. Regardless of what is bothering you, your body needs the nourishment.”

He tossed his phone to the side and glared at you, his eyes devoid of the friendly light that they usually had. “Nothing is bothering me and I’ll eat when i fucking feel like it. I’m not a child.”

“Bullshit.” 

He looked at you, really looked at you and it made your skin crawl. You’d never felt such hostility from him before. “Excuse me?”

You weren’t backing down. You’d at least gotten him to put that fucking phone down and although the conversation was not pleasant, he was talking to you and was looking at you. Even if the look he was giving you made you want to leave the room and not come back. You never thought you associate Baekhyun with the word intimidating but here you were, borderline intimidated by him. “You are obviously angry. I don’t know who it's directed at or why but you are angry.”

“Just drop it.” He snapped, the volume in his voice increasing.

Well he’s already pissed off, you thought to yourself, might as well go for it now.  “Is it because you messed up your ment? Because I thought you play-”

“Just fucking drop it ok?! I said I didn’t want to talk about it.” He all but yelled as he glared at you. His features were anything but relaxed. You had hit a nerve. 

“No.” You replied.

“What?” He asked incredulously. You’d never seen him so tense before. His normally bright eyes were dark, his jaw clenched and body uneasily still. 

“This kind of shitty attitude might work with the guys but it’s not gonna fly with me. You can tell me that you aren’t angry about something but we both know that is a fucking lie. You are pissed off about something. I don’t know what it is, hell you don’t even need to tell me what it is but I am going to sit here with you whether you like it or not. We don’t have to talk if you don’t want to but I’m not leaving.” You were pushing your luck by pushing him like this but leaving him in the state he was in was out of the question for you. You knew that the likely outcome was making him so mad that he finally cracked and snapped at you. Baekhyun was able to keep his cool a lot longer than anyone expected him to when he was pissed off but you were being relentless in your approach on purpose. He needed to express his anger rather than bottle it up and you were pretty sure that he’d forgive you for it… at least you hoped he would. It would either help him or you were actively destroying your relationship with him.

He moved off his bed and stood over you, pressing a finger into your shoulder harshly before gesturing at the door. “And if I don’t want you here? Am I not allowed to kick you out of my fucking room?! You’re not the teacher here.” 

“Then you’ll have to cause a scene and either have me removed or be so horribly mean to me that I’ll never speak to you again.” You stood your ground, refusing to allow yourself to be intimidated by him. You had to admit that angry Baekhyun was frightening if only because of the jarring contrast to his usual demeanour. Warmth usually radiated off his being but when he was angry? It was like warmth ceased to exist.

“I just want to be alone! Fucking hell!” He yelled as he turned away from you, balling up his fists in his hair. He walked away from you, letting out a yell of frustration as he flung himself back down onto his bed. “Are you crazy? Why won’t you just leave? Or do you enjoy making me yell at you?!”

You made sure that your tone was calm before you spoke again. Matching him with anger or sass wasn’t going to yield you positive results. “I’ll leave if you tell me what is so terrible that it has put you in this abysmal mood. I can handle being yelled at or spoken to in a harsh way because I don’t think this is about me. I think you’re just projecting your frustrations on me at this moment. Now if you aren’t going to talk to me then I will sit here and keep you company. I am, after all, your personal cheerleader.” 

“Don’t try and be funny.” He said flatly, his fingers absent-mindedly tugging on a loose thread in the quilt. 

“I mean it you idiot. All jokes aside.” You smiled sincerely, even if he didn’t see it. 

He rolled on the bed so that he was facing you and propped his head up on his arm. “And calling me an idiot is supposed to make me believe you?”

You shrugged. “Stop being such an idiot then.” 

“Yah! You -” He started to respond but you cut him off.

You could feel the beginnings of warmth starting to return to the room as his anger morphed into something less severe. “Anyway, I was trying to tell you something before you so rudely interrupted me.” You pointed at him. “You’re getting very chatty for someone who doesn't want to talk.”

“I can’t believe you don’t shut up.”  He groaned, the ghost of a smile passing over his features. You were making progress. For some people the phrase don’t poke the bear rings true but in Byun Baekhyun’s case he needed to be poked. He needed an outlet for his frustrations and you had no idea what he did when he was at home in Korea to expel those emotions but you knew that his options were limited while he was cooped up in a hotel room. You were willing to be that outlet since you were sure that he did not hate you, rather that he liked you quite a lot, even when you frustrated him.

You shifted on your bed, sitting up and fidgeting with a pillow on your lap. You had the sudden urge to tell this story to him but for some reason, the idea of saying the words aloud made you nervous. It pulled you back to one of the most sincere and vulnerable moments you had shared with him. It was also one of your most difficult moments since moving to Korea. It was difficult to think about it without getting a bit emotional. “Baek?”

Your sudden soft tone grabbed his attention and he cocked his head to the side, still resting it on his arm. “Mmm?” His features shifted from irritated to curious. The way you’d called his name, almost timidly, had him fully focused on you.

You took a deep breath to steady yourself and let the words flow out of you. “There was a time when I wanted to get away from everyone and just be alone with my darkness. I didn’t want to talk. I didn’t want comfort. I just wanted to get away from everyone and everything and allow myself to dwell on my feelings or rage at the universe.” You glanced over at him when you saw movement in your peripheral vision. He’d shifted on the bed and was now sitting up, watching you as you spoke. You let your eyes fall back to your lap as you fidgeted with your fingers and continued your story. “I found a spot away from everyone and sat in silence for what only felt like minutes. I was there for hours lost in my thoughts.” Your fingers kneaded the pillow as you spoke, the only sign that you were a bit anxious in telling him these feelings. It was the only time since moving to Korea that you thought you didn’t belong, that you should just go home and stop pretending like you could build a life here. You had contemplated quitting that day, going as far as writing your letter of resignation in your head while you sat on that bench. Then those two had turned up and without saying the words, they reminded you that you were building a life, that you did belong and that things were going to work out as long as you stayed.

No matter how anxious you were you couldn’t help but smile as you proceeded to the next part.  “Then, the most annoying person in the known universe called me. I contemplated not picking up but I knew if I ignored them that they would just bug me incessantly until I let them in. So I answered their call and for once, rather than being annoying, teasing or flirtatious they were concerned. So I let them come to me. They, and another friend, sat with me until I was ready to speak to them and continued to sit with me until I was ready to return to the world.” You had rushed through the last part because you were oddly shy about sharing it even though he was there when the whole thing happened. He just didn’t know all of the exact details of your thoughts that day. He still didn’t, but the idea of telling him those thoughts made you feel small so you kept them to yourself and hoped that he could read between the lines and work out that it was more than homesickness that he’d helped you with that day. You kept your eyes focused on your hands after you spoke, not as mentally prepared as you had thought you were to see his reaction.

What you hadn’t seen was the way he’d listened intently as you spoke, his features shifting from confused to understanding. He had smiled softly at you as you’d spoken once he realised what time you were talking about. He remembered that he was supposed to be irritated at you even though you were being incredibly endearing and open with him. However, he took umbrage with being referred to as the most annoying person in the known universe, schooling his features back to the picture of indifference before replying with a semi bored tone. “So?”

You lifted your head and stared at him. How could he react like that? “Fuck’s sake Baek. I appreciated what you and Yixing did for me so much. I had no idea that any of you cared that much about me or my well-being and so I’m trying to tell you how grateful I am and that even though I wasn’t in the right head-space at the time, I can see exactly what the two of you did for me that day and so I am going to do for you what the two of you did for me that day. Even if you’re being a jerk about it.”

He shrugged. “You were sad. I’m fine.”

You bit back. “Sure, and cucumbers are your favourite food. Don’t bullshit me Baek.”

He couldn’t hold his laughter at your random remark. You didn’t understand, you’d shared something with him sincerely and he responded so indifferently to it, as though he actually didn’t care at all. It confused you because you knew that he did care, you thought you’d brought him far enough out of his dark mood to feel empathy towards others again but apparently you were wrong. But why the laughter? Why was this now funny to him? Ten minutes ago he was ready to throw you out of the room and now he was laughing earnestly at you? Was he this unhinged? Had something broken in his brain? 

He rolled rather ungraciously off his bed and walked over to yours and plonked himself down next to you. “Yah.” He smiled at your confused pout, laughing softly as he tried to speak. “Yah, calm down. You didn’t look at me while you spoke so I messed with you.”

“What the fuck Baek?!” You shoved his shoulder with yours. An action that only made him laugh more.

“You called me the most annoying person in the known universe. That wasn’t fair.” He pouted.

“Your present actions say differently.” He laughed as you poked his shoulder as you spoke.

“Thank you for telling me.” He said as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled both of you down onto the bed into a hug that could have been a lot more comfortable. Even with your arms pinned to your sides and his arm digging into your back you smiled. 

***

The two of you had spent the better part of the last hour talking about the concert and at some point repositioned yourselves on the bed so that he was spooning you which was much more comfortable that the previous iteration of the hug. There was an unexpected level of comfort for each of you to lie like this as you spoke. “I just… I feel like I let them down.” He mumbled into your shoulder. 

“Let who down?” You asked.

“Aeris.” He rolled onto his back, breaking the hug. “They wait for so long to see us, especially internationally, and I fucked up. They must be so disappointed.” He sounded so deflated. You were glad he was finally talking because now you could explain all of the reasons why the only person he’d let down was himself because his fans were anything but disappointed in him.

You rolled over, resting your head on a pillow so that he could see your face as you spoke. You felt like it was important that he could see the honesty in your words. “I can assure you that the last thing they are is disappointed. They got to see EXO’s concert in all of its glory. They heard you sing, watched you dance, witnessed the joy on your faces as you performed. They got to hear each of you speak in Korean and English AND they got to see their Byun Baekhyun get frazzled but in the most endearing way. If anything, they love you more for it.”

His brows knitted together, still too focused on the details rather than the big picture. “But I messed up. I didn’t perform how I wanted to. It wasn’t what they waited to see.” He frowned. A grown man should not look that cute while frowning you thought to yourself.

“Baek. With all due respect, shut the fuck up.” You nagged. “They saw you. That’s literally all they needed. You sang perfectly, and you were adorable and funny when you messed up your lines. They fell even more in love with you. You looked into their eyes. Tell me that you did not see pure unfiltered joy and adoration in them.”

“But -” 

“I’m going to give you a slight reality check. Maybe your trainers have taught you to believe that it would be frowned upon to be even slightly off your game but over here they actually love it. It shows that you are human, that you make mistakes just like everyone else and it is also a special memory for them that is different from every other show that you do on this tour.” 

He ran his fingers through his hair. “Can we agree to disagree?” 

“Absolutely not.” You shook your head. “You can be mad at yourself but you need to know that aeris are not mad at you. Not even a little bit.”

At this point you knew you’d gotten through to him but that he wasn’t ready to admit that he had gotten mad because he held himself to such a high standard and that because he didn’t feel that he delivered to that standard the concert was a failure. He pouted. “I’ll work on it.” You had done it. Those four words were as close to being told you were right as you were going to get and you were claiming them. There was more to discuss, you knew this much. Being off his game for the concert was the result of something and it was time to dig a little deeper to find out what the cause of the problem was.

“Is the concert the only thing eating away at you? I’ve never seen you that upset before.” You asked.

His pout deepened as he thought for a moment before sighing. “Honestly? No. It wasn’t just that.”

You let your hand rest on his shoulder, giving it a little squeeze to reassure him before you asked. “What else is going on?”

“I think I finally understand how Minseok felt when the guys teased him during truth or dare. We always tease each other and banter but it's always playful.” He frowned. “Today didn’t feel playful for me, it felt like some sort of cruel joke and I let their words get to me. I think that’s why I messed up. I was too in my head.”

You hummed in agreement. You knew why they’d teased him but you didn’t think now was the right moment to give him all of the details. “They were weird today. I picked up on that as well.”

His frown deepened. “I don’t know noona, it all just felt kind of targeted at me. Like they all know something I don’t.” 

You were entering dangerous territory. You weren’t going to lie to him but you really hoped to hold off on telling him everything until he’d had his lesson. “They were trying to get a reaction out of you. You know how much pleasure Dae & Yeol get from teasing someone to the point that they snap.”

He placed his hand over the one you were resting on his shoulder before he spoke, keeping his eyes downcast. “Yeah well, I might not have snapped at them but I let them get in my head and mess up my performance which then made me yell at you when you tried to help me. Which I’m really sorry about by the way. I was in a foul mood when you turned up at my door tonight but that doesn’t excuse the way I treated you.” He looked at you once he’d finished speaking, a look that was full of remorse and guilt. The look in his eyes was more of an apology than any words he could utter.

And there was the apology that you’d been unsure if you’d receive from him. You smiled, a warm feeling spreading throughout your body. “We worked through it. I forgive you, most annoying person in the known universe.”

“Yah!” He yelled but there was no anger behind it. He was laughing at the same time. You couldn’t resist the opening for this new joke. Baekhyun rolled over so fast you didn’t even see the tickle attack coming until he was on top of you and you were unable to escape his clutches. You screamed as his deft fingers waged their tickle war on your sensitive waist. There was no escape for you though, not now that you were caged by his arms and thighs. He looked down at you as you writhed beneath him in a futile attempt to evade his attacks and smirked. “Come to think of it, there was another reason I was so on edge today.” He paused his attacks, removing his hands from your waist as he propped himself up with his arms, allowing you a moment to catch up.

You stilled beneath him, suddenly realising the position the two of you were now in and the change in tone of his voice. Baekhyun was on top of you, his weight effectively pinning you to the bed. He was so close to you. You’d been this close to him before, sure, but never like this. Never with the feel of the weight of his body against yours as he spoke to you like that. “Oh yeah?”

His breath was warm on your neck as he spoke, that flirtatious tone returned to his voice, mixed with something more.  “Mmm. Someone sent me some very interesting messages during lunch.”

You played along, trying to appear nonchalant as he resumed your game of cat and mouse. “Did they now?” 

He nudged your neck with his nose, having moved even closer to you than he was before. Surely he could hear your heart hammering away in your chest. You felt the press of his mouth against your skin as he spoke. “They did. They put all sorts of images in my head, ones that will live there rent free until I can follow through on them.”

You swallowed. “And these images, did they distract or frustrate you?”

His long fingers twisted in your hair, causing your head to tilt back slightly, exposing more of your neck to him. “Both.” 

You wanted him. You felt that pang of desire flow through you as he held himself back from connecting his mouth with your neck. You wished he’d take that next step. You wanted to feel the press of his tongue on your neck, of his teeth as they left small love bites in their wake. Even though every fibre of your being was busy attuning itself to his every breath, every twitch of a muscle, of any movement in his body, your brain could not resist teasing him. “And I even refrained from commenting on it earlier.”

His movements halted. “In what way?”

“When you were mad and saying you wanted to be left alone. If you’d been less incensed I was going to ask you to give me a hint as to why you wouldn’t want to be alone in a room with me given earlier today it was pretty clear that that was exactly what you were after. There was going to be a wink and everything” You arched your back slightly, the movement pushing your chest against his.

“Fuck.” He whispered, his hips involuntarily rolling into yours. You bit back the moan that threatened to come out of you, allowing logic to penetrate the haze of lust that was rapidly overtaking your senses. You needed to talk to him first, otherwise he might take everything the wrong way. You needed to slow things down, no matter how much you wanted to finally give in and have him to yourself. You had to find a way to delay proceedings yet again. The problem was that you didn’t want to delay this. You wanted him to keep rolling his hips into yours, to keep exploring your body with his skilled fingers and sinfully soft lips. You wanted to rid yourselves of clothing and spend the entire night giving in to every fantasy you’d had about one Byun Baekhyun. You could feel the press of his body against yours, his warm breath on your neck as he held himself back. He was waiting for you to make a move to tell him that you wanted this as much as he did. 

You needed to stop this before it went much further. Granted the last thing you wanted to do was put a stop to this because it was hot as hell and you were loving every second of it. The two of you were experts at the build up but it had always been safe, either through a phone or as a stolen moment. Not like it was now. No one was coming to call him to a schedule, no, you were closer to crossing this line than either of you had been before. But there it was, that small voice in the back of your mind. Telling you that you needed to do the lesson first so that you could explain the entire thing to him prior to having your back blown out. That voice also kept going with its idea that he might never want anything to do with you again after he knew about the reward/punishment system but you felt a moral duty to have him know before crossing this final threshold. “Baek, before this evening gets derailed.”

“No.” He groaned.  “No more interruptions. I refuse to prevent this from happening again. Especially when we are literally in a bed, alone in a room with no one coming to interrupt us.” His head fell against your shoulder, his weight still pinning you to the bed. It took every ounce of self control that you had to not give in to your desires but the fear of the aftermath was stronger.

“Baek, I promise. We will have this happen before the night is over but we need to finish the conversation before we get too distracted.” Even you didn’t sound convinced by your own words.

He lifted his head from where it had been pressed against your shoulder, propping his upper body up on his forearms. The position only pressed his hips more firmly into yours. “I am no longer mad or sad or anything bad. See I’m rhyming. Perfectly fine now.” His words were short, his tone clipped. He was not buying what you were trying to sell him and really, could you blame him?

“Baek.” You tried.

“Noona, you can’t tell me that you would rather hear me talking about how I was in a shitty mood earlier when my mouth could be put to far better use.” The matter of fact tone he used, the sheer confidence in it sent a jolt to your core. You could think of far better things for both of your mouths to be doing but that wasn’t why you were trying to delay this. You needed it to play out as planned so that he knew everything. Blurting it out now was also not an option since you were absolutely certain that it would completely kill the mood in the same way that throwing a bucket of ice on him would.

“Just answer me one more question.” You said, your hand softly gripping his bicep.

He sighed. “Fine. One question.” He didn’t have to look happy about the diversion, he just had to go with it. If after all of the cards were on the table he still wanted this, then he could have it. But until then you had to be the less eager of the two of you.

“To sum up, you were sexually frustrated earlier because of me. Then the guys, mainly Dae & Yeol, teased you and you felt like it went too far and they got in your head which caused you to not perform to the standard that you set for yourself and you forgot some of your ment.” You stated.

He rolled his eyes at you but responded nevertheless. “None of this sounds like a question… but yes.”

“Why do you think they were picking on you?” You asked.

He raised a brow at you and managed to gesture at the position the two of you were in with just a look. “Seriously? That’s your question. Right now?”

“Yup.” You moved your hand from his arm and poked his cheek until he tried to bite your finger.

He frowned as he thought about your question. The frown was also due to frustration at the fact that he was not kissing you or touching you properly at that given moment. “I still think it’s to do with those lessons that no one will tell me about.”

You held his eyes with your gaze as you stated bluntly. “Then have one.”

“What?” He asked, dumbfounded by the suggestion.

“Have your lesson. Once you have it there will be no more secrets. If they are just teasing you because you haven’t had one yet then that's incredibly simple to resolve.” How he responded to this would determine if things would go as planned or if you were about to come clean about everything and hoped that he understood.

“Are you seriously trying to convince me to have a lesson instead of having sex with you?” His frustrated face was incredibly endearing. On one hand you wanted to do the lesson because you had spent considerable time planning his once you knew it would have to be done while you were overseas and on the other you really did just want to have sex with him. The foreplay between the two of you had been going on since the moment you’d met and you felt such a great need to have him, to feel every inch of him. You were reminded of a saying. ‘Very often the things we most desire come only after much patience and struggle.’ The words had never hit home harder than they did now.

“Consider the lesson our final session of foreplay.” You winked. “Special, just for you.”

He groaned, resigned to the fact that for once you were going to beat him at being stubborn. “You are not leaving this room until we make some of the images in my mind a reality.”

“Is that a yes?” You asked hopefully.

“Are you going to take no for an answer?” You shook your head. “Then I guess it’s a yes but as soon as we finish this lesson… the things I’m going to do to you.” 

“Don’t start something you can’t finish Baek.” You warned.

A wicked grin formed on his face. “Oh noona, just you wait.”

A/N: Thanks for reading. It means the world to me to hear from you or see my fic liked and/or reblogged. We're closing in on the finish line now. Just Baek's lesson, his reward or punishment and Xiumin's reward to go!

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[cevans-is-classic]

Anniversary

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Aaron Hotchner x Reader

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Warnings: Sexual content! Language! Me trying my hand at kinks??

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Aaron had driven Jack to school that morning, hugged his son and wished him a good day, reminded the office that Jessica would retrieve him at the bell, then spent five hours behind his desk.

In those five hours, Rossi had come to his door twelve times and said that if he came back to find Aaron still doing paperwork instead of going home, he would become the next case. It took the last time, Penelope in step behind him, for Aaron to remember he had a team of profilers who can make it look like an accident.

“Okay.” He had raised his hands up, a smile tugging at his lips. “I give in. Can you make sure Strauss gets the reports I finished?” Rossi raised one brow while Garcia folded her arms and Aaron had to hold back laughter as he maneuvered past them and towards the elevator.

“Happy Anniversary, Hotch,” Morgan shouted as the doors closed, the team crowded around the bullpen grinning as he had departed.

He’d stopped at the market on the way home and picked up some apples for you, smiled at your doorman when he made it to your elevator, and kissed you softly on the forehead when the door opened.

You’d ordered in, set up a movie, and had the living room ready for a cozy anniversary. Neither of you was expecting to be called away to work, and Aaron knew Jack was somewhere safe and sound.

The movie hadn’t even ended by the time he’d wrung two orgasms out of you and was well on his way to making it three.

“One more, Baby.” Aaron pumps his fingers faster, using the palm of his hand to rub over your clit. He can feel you tightening around him before fluttering and gasping with a whine.

“Aaron-” He kisses your temple, tasting the sweat there thinking of the way you tasted coming on his tongue, “Please- I- I can’t-” your thighs were shaking, your left hand squeezing his calf with all your might and your right hand reaching up to curl around his neck. You arched your body away from his chest; twitching in his hold. Both of your legs on either side of him, your back pressing into his chest — you were bare for him, sweaty and writhing, asking for more than he worked you over.

“Aaron- I can’t-” You whined, high pitched and needy.

“I know you can. I can feel you. You’re fucking soaking my hand, Baby and if you come again, you get to soak my cock.” You gasp, pushing upwards, and Aaron tightens his arm around your waist to hold you closer.

“Oh, is that it?” He’d used his tie to keep your eyes covered, but he knew you were squeezing them shut, nose scrunching up as you fuck down on his fingers, “My cock? Is that what’s going to make you give me what I want?”

“Yes-” You moan, throwing your head back into his shoulder, “Yes, yes- please.” You keen one more time and shake, thighs squeezing while you speed up your thrusts. God, he doesn’t even have to move his hand. You were doing all the fucking work.

He looks at the tie around your eyes, down to your mouth where you were biting your lips raw and over your chest — sweaty, heaving stopping where he can see his fingers inside you.

“Fuck, Sweetheart, I need you to come again. I want to fuck into you while you’re sensitive and needing. Get you on your back so I can slide right in.” He heard you gasp as you pulsed around his fingers, slick coating his hand again.

You pout when he lets go of your waist, “Sir — Aaron.”

He shushes you, “I’m not going anywhere, Baby.” He removes his fingers slowly, bringing the drenched digits up to your mouth for you to lick at. Your tongue is insistent, cleaning between his fingers and down his hand until he pulls them back and kisses your neck.

“I’m going to help you lay down.” He murmurs into your ear, moving you off his lap, helping you rest on the couch. You tilt your head back, arching your neck as he moves down your body and Aaron is rapt to leave a few marks along your jaw. He leaves two on each breast. Listening to your whimpers makes his body burn.

“Happy Anniversary, Sweetheart.” He utters into the inside of your left thigh. He has to move to get his pants down and you groan, reaching out for him until he shuffles closer again. His left hand lifting your leg, bringing it up and around his waist.

“Happy Anniversary, Honey.” Your voice is stronger than before. He smiles, moves his right hand to the slope of your ass, lifts in, and slides inside, moving forward so he can bend and catch your mouth in a kiss. The gasp you let out is addicting, his favorite thing to taste from your lips when he enters you.

“I want to see you.” Your hands claw at his back, “Please, Honey. Please let me see you.”

He kisses along your jaw, mouthing at the curve of your neck, and nods, picking up speed enough to move your body up off the couch. Your hands scramble for the tie, tugging at the knot and throwing it aside. Aaron isn’t sure where it lands, but he doesn’t care when you reach for him, grabbing his jaw and forcing his head to look up at you.

“I love you.” He says in a breathy gasp. The look in your eyes, the way you bare your teeth at him makes him lose whatever semblance of control he had.

“I love you too. Now let me come on your cock — then fill me up, Babe. Please.” Who is he to deny you?

I edited this during my lunch break for no reason other than I already had it written and couldn't work on what I needed to.

I hope you enjoy it!!

[technowoah]

Taunt

It only takes one time to realize you fucked up.

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50) "Fuck off... I mean it"

24) "Get in the car" "..." "please get in the car"

⚠︎ angst to fluff, swearing, based on the song Taunt by Lovejoy ❤🐈 its short btw yall

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She was always asking if he was alright. He always lied to her just to get her off his back for the night, but it was his fault that he wanted her to move in. He has to deal with that all of the time, it was her fault anyways. She made him upset, she made him not alright. She didn't know that. She constantly complained about things that didn't even concern her, she dodged their relationship making it more about her than them.

It was tiring to him. Constantly providing, trying to tie a broken knot, but he didnt let that get in the way of his career, or his friends. There's another issue, he never talked to his friends about her. She accused him of not being proud of their relationship and that became a problem that never got resolved.

Did anyone ever say "no" to her? Well if no one did, he would be the first one to do so. Fuck that.

He listened, and listened, but nothing kept this relationship together.

Wilbur talked to the three people chatting on his discord through his headphones as a soft LED lights flowed through the room. These nights were simple because she didnt have to see him when he decides to stream, he basically has his time set out for himself without trouble. He wasn't ecstatic, he felt horrible, but the facadè was there.

Her on the other hand wasnt happy either. She never got attention from him, and of course she could get moody from time to time like every other human being, but she always took it out on him. Who else was gonna be there for her? He acted like her cared, she knew he was lying. His "caring" consisted of humming and him responding like a default character in a video game. He didn't care, he acted like he never did. She needed that attention and he knew damn well she did.

She wasnt asking for much, at least to her it did feel like it. She knew when she was wrong, but she didn't want to admit it when they were both in the wrong too. They dont get each other, she didnt know why he asked her to move in when he didn't want anything to do with her. Ever since he moved her in he kept her in check like a child, she hated and loved that at the same time. Its true that she wanted her own way, she did what she wanted and gave her attention to whoever she wanted her attention to be. She thought that was fine, but apparently she dosent give any effort to the relationship.

Rolling her eyes at the thought she decided to leave the dishes in the sink dirty. She thought about leaving and finding someone who will get her, yes Wilbur listened to her, but there was no effort. When he's drunk and tries to "figure out what makes her brain tick" ends up in more distaster.

Lying in the couch her mind began to wonder, he always said that she could get away with anything. She always took it as a taunt. Everytime it was brought up. He called it "pretty privilege" and he always taunts her saying she abuses that power.

Her jaw clenched as she recalled those memories. Summoning the courage she brought herself up onto her feet and rushed to their shared bedroom. Taking a deep breath she opened their closet and started pulling her things off of hangers, not caring if she made a mess. She tossed her clothes onto the messy bed that they didn't bother to make this morning.

Bringing a small backpack out from underneath the bed she tried shoving most of her clothes into a bag for a night. In total frustration she emptied the bag and only backed necessities that she would need for the night.

She was tired of him and he was tired of her so she was doing both of them a favor. She made her way out of the door grabbing a coat and sliding on some simple shoes. Shooting a quick text to a close friend letting them know she's coming over. Her friend wasn't that close, but she decided to walk. As she locked the door to their shared apartment she debated texting Wilbur. She didnt want to, but she didnt want him to freak the fuck out because she wasnt home.

( Wilbur )

Me: Ill be back for the rest of my stuff tmrw.

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She closed her phone and started on her night time journey down the street trying to let everything from the past few weeks go with the cool wind.

Him on the other hand stayed silent. He had just finished his stream and had gotten a text saying that she'll be back for the rest of her things. This was inevitable, one of them had to leave, but to him it didnt seem right. He didn't want her to leave. Something in his heart was making him chase her back, the same thing in his heart that moved her into his apartment in the first place. Maybe it was love, maybe he wanted to persevere and have someone in his life. Something in his mind was telling him that he let go of something special.

Wilbue thought about it as he shut everything off and went to go grab his belongings, before rushing out the door to try and find her. Sadly to his discovery, she turned off her location. He finally made it to his car and started driving towards his house to see if she was around there.

He couldn't call a friend because she never introduced her friends to him. She did that on purpose because of him not doing the same. As he drove down the not so busy streets of Brighton he thought if he could get to know her, pull emotions and feelings out of her and see the real her. And if he cant do that? Who knows what will happen.

He remembers this face she always pulled when he always said "Im alright." She scrunched up her nose in annoyance and he always took it as a taunt because he couldn't figure out the real meaning. They were both going at this the wrong way, he dosent know anything about her and maybe thats the problem, but she needs to calm down as well. She needs to start paying attention to both of them instead of herself.

He was seated at a stoplight until he saw a figure on the sidewalk walking past him. The person looked shocked then kept walking, but even faster this time. He rolled down the window to see it was Y/n walking. Wilbur ran the red light and found a place to turn the car around to follow her. He drove a couple of feet in front of her before putting his hazard lights on and stepping out of the car to confront her.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Wilbur said while getting our of his car.

"Im getting away from you. And what are you doing here?" She said.

"Well I could ask you the same thing. Its not safe out here alone." He calmed down a little. Wilbur's main goal was to get her back home so they can have a civilized talk. He didn't want to be out here.

"Oh? Ive been fine for the past fifteen minutes." She sasser back.

"That dosent mean its not safe!" He exclaimed.

She stayed quiet so that gave Wilbur an opportunity to speak.

"See, I want us to go home so we can have a civilized talk without feeling defensive. I want to get to know you, I know you're my girlfriend and yes, it was my mistake rushing things. Im not putting the blame all on myself either." He finished and she stayed quiet with her arms crossed infront of her chest.

"Are you cold-?"

"Fuck off...I mean it." She said while trying to pass hin on the street.

He stood in her way and he kept doing that every time she tried to get around him. Wilbur saw that she was getting annoyed at his actions. Wilbur held her by both of her biceps trying to hold her still so he could talk.

"You're being childish!"

"Fucking listen to me! You cant just keep walking away from us! From me! This is not healthy!" Wilbur yelled. He let go if her and surprisingly she stayed there.

"Get in the car." He ordered but she stayed silent. "Please get in the car."

She turns around gets in the passenger seat if Wilbur's car. He sighed a sigh if relief and followed her lead. They both got settled into the car and he didn't move. He wasn't going to drive unless she talked to him. After a minute if silence she spoke up.

"I know its- its both of our faults. And i have some things I need to work on. I cant just run away. Also your thoughts of me need to be rearranged, but I need to give you all of me. At leat 50 percent so we can start somewhere. But Im sorry." She said while she looked down at her lap maybe in embarrassment.

In the end they both wanted to fix themselves. In the end they wanted eachother. And they can both see that.

He leaned over the armrest and gave her a kiss on her cheek. She turned to him with a surprise look on her face, like this was the most affection he gave her, because it was true. She grabbed his hand that rested on the armrest too as he started to drive towards their home together.

As the nightly drive continues on and now shes drifting off in the passenger seat as In Love With An E-girl plays softly. She's left too tired to talk with Wilbur and be in touch with her emotions right now, but she'll do it for the both of them this time.