#yall can’t tell but he’s holding a clutch purse

[sunnys-aesthetic]

🫵 pookie.. take his gallbladder.

silhouetted demon oc belongs to @jack-o-phantom !

apple belongs to me!

little doodle i wanted to share :3c

[junkissed]

enha surprise adopting a kitten

member — enhypen hyung line (heeseung, jay, jake, sunghoon) x gn reader genre — fluff, sfw word count — 1.6k warnings — kissing, pet names (baby, babe, beautiful, etc.) that's about it notes — requested by @onlymingyus — thank you sm for the request my lovely mars !! this is my first time posting for a group besides svt so i hope yall enjoy reading :) if you did please feel free to reblog or send an ask, it is super encouraging and helps me keep writing <3 enjoy!

heeseung . . . might be confused why it had to be a surprise, because he would’ve said yes anyway, but he would ultimately accept it pretty easily. it's not the weirdest thing you've ever brought home, and he's been thinking about getting a pet anyway, so this is honestly a win all around. he’s flexible and he’ll adapt to pretty much anything you throw at him, so fitting a cat into your daily lives won’t be difficult on his part.

"where did you find that?" he asks nonchalantly when you walk in the door, strolling out of the living room to greet you.

"no idea, he just followed me home. maybe we're being stalked." you giggle as you lean in to give him a kiss, the same way you do every single day when you get home, and he grins at how ordinary this is for you. only you could show up with a kitten unannounced and act like it's the most normal thing in the world. but he loves your normal.

you hand the tiny kitten off to him as you shut the door behind you and slip off your shoes, and you miss the tender look in his eyes while you're digging through your purse in search of something. "obviously i adopted him," you admit, looking up at him as you finally find what you were looking for.

"well, i can never tell with you, baby. the other explanation worked too," heeseung laughs, carefully stroking his index finger over the kitten’s head. you can already tell it’s going to be impossible to get the two of them apart, already forming an instant, inseparable bond.

you hold out the small stack of papers for him to glance at. "the shelter was having an adoption event, and i saw it on my way home from work. and besides, i felt like we needed a little guy running around here. you'll get lonely without me all day."

your reasoning makes the corners of his mouth turn up in a smirk, because it's such a you thing to do. your spontaneity is one of the things he loves most about you, the fact that you could adopt a kitten on a whim because you think he needs a reminder of you. what you don't realize is that everything already does remind him of you, but… he supposes a furry little friend couldn't hurt, too. "you know me so well, beautiful. can't live without you."

you beam at him, and he can't help but think that he'd let you surprise him with a zoo full of kittens if it means he gets to see you smile like that all the time. "so… you like him?"

"of course i do." he leans in to give you a kiss, and you laugh when the tiniest, softest mew springs up from between you.

"good," you say, kissing him back. "because i think he already likes you."

jay . . . obviously can't have a real cat, but i think he’d still enjoy your surprise. he always indulges in your surprise endeavors, and although he has his reservations you always manage to make him smile in ways he doesn’t expect.

"i got you a surprise," you grin as you walk into the kitchen, clutching something behind your back.

"what is it this time?" he turns and looks up from the pan on the stove where he’s started making dinner, cocking an eyebrow at you. try as he might, he never knows what you’re going to bring home with you next, but he’s gotten used to it.

"a kitten."

his eyes narrow in lighthearted suspicion, and he points his spatula at you warily. you’ve had this conversation before, and as much as he would love to own a house full of cats, he just can’t. even the hypoallergenic breeds don’t make much of a difference, so for now he’s content with cat videos on the internet and the occasional trip to volunteer at the animal shelter, as long as he stocks up on allergy medicine beforehand. "babe, you know—"

but before he can finish his sentence you pull your arms around to reveal what you've been hiding: a stuffed toy cat with a bow around its neck.

"cute," he concedes, his expression softening. he should’ve guessed it would be something like this. you know him too well and love him too much to ever purposely do something he wouldn’t be able to enjoy.

"you really thought i brought you a real cat?" you grin playfully at his reaction, because it was exactly the response you’d been hoping for. your boyfriend is too much fun to tease, and you can never resist the opportunity to string him along for the sake of a little fun.

jay pointedly ignores your question and turns back to his cooking, but he doesn’t try to hide the small smile on his face. "dinner’s on in 10. will our… new friend, be joining us?"

you wrap your arms around him from behind and kiss him on the cheek. "of course. i’ll be sure to set out an extra plate."

jake . . . is a dog person through and through, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy having a cat, too. he would be excited at the idea of it at first, but he’d get more nervous as time goes on. it’s a lot of responsibility owning a pet, and although he’s an experienced dog dad he doesn’t know much about taking care of a cat.

"are you sure? what if she, like, bites?"

you shrug with a smile, still cupping the kitten in the palms of your hands and holding her out for him to look at. "i don’t know, jake, it’s just a kitten. she’s not going to murder you in your sleep. she’s probably just as scared of you as you are of her."

he lets out a chuckle at that, because he knows you’re right. he knows it’s an irrational thing to be afraid of, and it’s really not even a fear in the first place, but he’s can’t help that he’s just awkward around cats. he’s more used to dogs; what do you even do with a cat?

but it isn’t long before he’s playing with the kitten just as enthusiastically as he plays with layla, and there’s been more than a couple times when you’ve come home and found the three of them playing fetch together. at first he’d been worried about whether a kitten would be able to fit into your routine, but although he had his doubts he quickly comes to love your new friend. he's a fast learner when it comes to taking care of things, and before long he'd be a natural at it.

sunghoon . . . might be hesitant, but not for long. his reaction would be like when dads say they don't want a pet but then a week later you find him explaining the rules of football to them. he’s more easily won over than he thinks: he swears up and down that he only likes dogs, but then you see him being so attentive to your new kitten and you can’t help but laugh because his soft spot is so obvious even though he always tries to deny it. that kitten is going to be his new best friend, whether he likes it or not (spoiler: he likes it.)

"did you get more cat treats when you went to the store the other day?" he asks casually, not looking up from his phone where he’s sitting on the couch. the newest member of your family sits curled up on his lap, sleeping soundly as he runs his fingers gently over the soft fur of her back.

you hum curiously in reply. "no? there was half a bag left last time i checked. are they gone already?"

sunghoon doesn't reply, which is an admission in itself, and you can't help but roll your eyes and smile.

"you know you're only supposed to give cats a couple of those a day, at most?"

"well, it's her fault, not mine." he makes a huffing noise in disagreement, and it's so endearing you can't actually be mad at him, as much as you'd like to scold him. "she was giving me that look. she deserved those treats. i couldn't deny her."

you find it endlessly adorable how in love he is with this kitten, despite his insistence otherwise. on the outside he seems quiet, but he's really just thinking of the things he still has to do. have the toys he ordered online shipped yet? did he remember to change the litter box? has he spent enough time cuddling today— with both you and the kitten? these are all vital questions that he has to make sure are addressed, and the current order of business on his list is the lack of cat treats. luckily for him, he's not the only one in the house who has a soft spot: you have one for him, too.

i hope you enjoyed this!! if you did, consider reblogging or leaving a comment or an ask :) it shows me this is something people want to see more of, and knowing people like this makes me want to write more of it! thanks for reading!! this is also my first time (officially) writing for enhypen so pls let me know how you liked it, feedback is super appreciated <3

if you want to be notified when i post a new fic, you can join my taglist here!

taglist — located in the replies (i will be tagging those who selected "yes, tag me for everything" on my taglist form, but if you'd like me to remove you please lmk! i probably will not be posting many non-svt fics like this so don't worry lol)

[rustys-lodge]

Sleep paralysis. Pt.1

Request by : @supernerdycookietrashblr : I had a fic idea based off the sleep paralysis demon I was wondering if you could write a fic where the reader is younger Winchester sister she around (16-17) whatever up to you and has sleep paralysis and is always waking up with different scratches/bruises and while they think it’s her doing this to herself in her sleep, one night it goes too far and she sees her sleep paralysis demon and she almost dies but the next time she falls asleep TFW is ready to take down the demon

Warnings : Death, strangulation, and a shit father please dont read this if you’re sensitive to bad parenting. 

A/n : Im sorry this took soo long i had just finished the exams and i had a lot of things to do. I hope you liiike it, though. 

----

“Morning, sunshine.” A voice echoed into the library. “How’d you sleep ?” 

You scratched your hair, dragging your feet up the two stairs. “Good.” You lied, a lie that Dean saw through very easily. 

He bitterly sipped his beer, causing you to cock an eyebrow. 

“What?” He gently spat out. 

“Dean, it’s 9 in the morning.”

“Yeah, well...You’re not the only one who slept good last night” 

You rolled your eyes , walking over to him. You stood with your back facing him and lifted the back of your shirt up a little. “Check.” 

You shivered under his gentle touch. You’d think you’d get used to it after a week, but each day felt like the very first time. 

“Would you stop squirming ?” Dean grumbled, prompting a huff from you, which caused Dean to violently spin you around. “Stop. Squirming.” He extended a warning finger out as he stared at you. 

“What’d you find, Dean ?” You asked in a mumble, terror apparent in your voice. 

“Nothing you need to worry about, bud.” Your brother’s concern washed off after a few seconds of silence, which meant that he was hiding something. “Move.” He tapped the side of your thigh to motion for you to move and walked away, avoiding eye contact. 

You hurried up to your room, turned so that your back was facing the mirror and pulled your shirt up, drawing a sharp breath in and letting go of the shirt. A fresh scratch ran all the way from your waist to the bottom of your back. How the fuck could you have done that to yourself ? You trailed your finger over it, it was inflamed but not an open wound. Explains why you didn’t feel it. 

---

Later that day, you laid uncomfortable on your bed, two pairs of eyes peering at your from both sides of the bed. You pursed your lips, staring at the ceiling as sleep slowly drifted away from you. 

“I can’t do this.” You shot up, pressing a palm on the bed to keep yourself balanced.

“Why can’t you ? It’s not like you’ve been sleeping for the past week” Dean squited his eyes at you. 

You scuffed. “I don’t know, Dean...Oh yeah, maybe it’s because two grown-ass humans are staring right through my meatsuit and into my fucking soul. Maybe that’s why.” You faked a smile as you narrowed judging eyes at Dean, who slightly gasped in response. 

“First of all, language.” Dean’s warning index was pointed at you. “ And second, you better close those sweet little eyes of yours and sleep or I promise you I'll knock you to sleep myself.” 

You breathed out a small huff, rubbing your eyes together. “I can’t do it. Can one of you at least lay down with me until I fall asleep ?” 

“I’ll do it.” Dean didn’t hesitate. He plopped on your bed, bringing his arm under your head. “Don’t be scared. I’ll be here with you.” 

You watched Dean as he smiled at you, his eyes silently reassuring you. Yours fluttered. And before you knew it, you drifted to sleep. 

--

“Baby...Come here” A voice, that you recognized immediately, echoed around you. You spun around, smiling as hope flitted inside of you. “Dad ?” You kept spinning around, the space around you suddenly turning white. “Dad, where are you ?” 

“Come...Kiddo, You’re going in the right direction. Just close your eyes and keep going.” John’s voice called again. You did as you were told and started sprinting forward, coming to a forced stop. 

You opened your eyes, to find yourself face to face with your dad. “Daddy, hey.” You whispered as you ran your shaky fingers across his face. 

“Did I ever tell you how much…”

“How much, what, dad ?” 

Your dad placed his hands on your shoulders. “How much I hated you.” In a fraction of a second, they caught your neck,gripping it tightly. 

You tried grasping at his shirt as you gasped in agony. But you couldn’t hold onto anything.  Your body went limp as tears welled up in your eyes. but before they fully closed into darkness, a sudden pressure struck against your belly like lightning. And you shot up, a woeful scream flaring fire through your throat. 

“Hey, hey, hey” 

You clutched your stomach as you took a deep, painful breath in, turning towards the voice. 

Sam was staring at you with watery eyes, cupping your cheeks as he reassuringly nodded at you. “It’s just me...It’s me.” 

“My belly...Wh-what hap-happened- what-” You exhaled a chuckle through the sniffs when you realized. “Did you actually punch me in the belly, Sam ?” You didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The pain was definitely rooting for the latter, but all you could think about is the amount of stress they were put in, to save your from d-

“Death..I almost died..” Realization hit you, causing a lump to quickly grow in your throat. “I almost died, Sammy.” You choked on a sob that quickly turned into uncontrollable crying.

Sam sat on the bed, bringing your head to his chest. He carressed your hair, pulling it away from your tears as he shushed you.

“You’re okay, now, honey. You’re okay”

--- 

Yall are welcome to leave a comment iif you liked it. ❤❤❤🌹🌹🌹

[ssa-babygirl]

Out of My League [Part 2]

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Single mom!Reader

Word count: 4.5k (ohohohoho i went OVERBOARD with the dialogue here I am sorry for all the useless exposition)

Summary: Most things have changed in the last 10 years, but it’s safe to say that a few things stayed exactly the same. Mixed POV

Warning(s): Mentions of past bullying, mentions of cheating, mentions of kidnapping, general criminal minds stuff, cursing, VERY VERY BRIEF MENTION of a miscarriage and leukemia like it’s one sentence and that’s all

Author’s Note: The moment yall have been waiting for! They grow up so fast!! I’m going on a quick trip this week and then heading back to school a few days later, so the next part may take a little longer, but I’m super excited to write it!!

[Previous Part] [Series Masterlist]

Las Vegas, Nevada, 2004

(Spencer’s POV)

My first case out on the field was not a pleasant one. Well, it rarely is, that’s what happens when you work for the FBI to catch serial killers. For the first couple of weeks at the BAU, I helped them consult on cases, but they weren’t sure I was ready to go out on the field with them. After I got my weapon certification, Gideon told me he wanted me to come along on the next case because I was familiar with the area. There had been a series of child abductions near Vegas, my hometown. I would have been much more nervous about traveling had I not been able to see my mom while I was there. I hadn’t visited her in a while and the guilt was gnawing at me.

The first day was brutal. Hotch made some of us go back to the hotel late at night, but it was hard for us to sleep. JJ hated working cases about children, so she went to have a quick drink at the hotel bar, where she promptly forgot her purse and had to call me from her room to go get it for her. I had no hope of getting any rest that night, so I figured I’d take a walk down the hall and try to clear my head. 

There was no sign of the purse at first glance, no small black clutch on the bar like JJ said. But there was a woman cleaning glasses behind the counter, maybe she knew where the purse was.

As I approached the bar, the woman’s features took a familiar shape and triggered a distant memory. Seeing her face again was like coming home after a long drive without a map, squinting through the dark and hoping the headlights would get brighter when finally, you’re pulling onto a road that you know by heart. 

I didn’t need to look at her nametag, I already knew who she was, but judging by her polite smile borne solely out of the courtesy required to work in the service industry, she didn’t recognize me. In her defense, I had grown about a foot and a half since the last time she saw me. And I got a freaking haircut. 

“Y-Y/N?” 

She looked up from her rags and scrunched up her face in confusion.

“Okay, so you definitely know me, and I am so sorry about this, but I can’t quite place it. You look so familiar, though, I just… I meet a lot of people with this job, I’m so sorry, I forgot your name.”

I grinned, she still had that same habit of apologizing every five seconds, “I don’t really have that problem, eidetic memory and all.”

Her eyes widened, “Spencer? Spencer Reid!”

I laughed and nodded.

“You’re so tall now! What has it been, like, 10 years? Oh my goodness, come here.” She awkwardly leaned over the bar and hugged me. She still used the same shampoo. 

“How ya been, kid?”

“I’m good! H-How are you?”

“Doing fine, thanks. What brings you back to good ol’ Sin City?”

“I’m here for work.”

“Oh, and what are you doing now?” She leaned on the counter and gazed up with curious eyes, “Helping the doctors at Area 51?”

Good to know she still had jokes, “No actually, I’m with the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI.”

“Woah, you’re a fed now?”

“Yeah, we’re investigating a series of--”

“Kidnappings. Yeah. Scary shit. Can I get you a drink?”

“No, I’m good.”

“You close to catching the guy?”

“Unfortunately, no.”

“Any of the kids turn up?”

“Unfortunately, yes. We found one boy this morning. He… didn’t make it.”

Her face dropped to a look of worry I hadn’t seen since she took off my blindfold that day on the football field, “Name. I need a name,” her voice grew hoarse.

“I can’t really disclose that information.”

“Spencer, please. Every day my kid comes home from school and asks me if I was watching the news.”

I couldn’t deny the way my heart sank at the news, but I could sure as hell ignore it, “Y-You have kids?”

“One. Little Jamie. His best friend, Robbie, is missing.” Robbie Carter, age five, he’s been missing for the past two weeks. He’s likely dead, but we still haven’t found him.

“Every time someone misses school he gets scared they got taken too. Baby Boy doesn’t understand flu season yet.”

“How old is he?” I had to get her mind off of this. I don’t want to worry her.

“Five. Just started kindergarten. Wanna see a picture?” Seems like I succeeded. 

“Sure.”

She whipped out her phone and pulled up a picture of Jamie on his first day of school, backpack far too big for his body. Y/N was posed next to him, the picture too small to show that she was crying ever so slightly.

“Adorable, right?”

I couldn’t stop the grin spreading across my face, “Cute kid. Looks just like you.”

She looked back at the photo and smiled softly, “Except the eyes. He’s got his dad’s eyes.”

I glanced down at her hand holding the phone and was greeted with a pleasant surprise, “I’m guessing Jamie’s dad isn’t in the picture?”

Offense flickered across her features for a second, her eyebrows twitching and lips pursing, “How’d you know?”

“No ring.”

“You do work for the FBI.”

“Would you mind telling me what happened?”

“You know, you’re supposed to be the one spilling your sorrows to the bartender, not the other way around.”

“You don’t have to tell me, just thought we could catch up, I haven’t seen you in ten years.”

She sighed, returning her phone to the front pocket in her apron, “Remember Kyle Brothers?”

“Oh, do I? Yeah, of course, I remember your high school boyfriend, Y/N. What tipped you off, the eidetic memory, or the fact he used to beat me up after gym class?” It was more like the intense rage and jealousy I had when they got back together after football season ended.

“God, see, I always knew he was an asshole, but it never seemed to faze me, I’m so sorry about that.”

“You did what you could. And you apologize too much.”

“Sor--”

She froze mid-word and made a face as she realized once again that she was about to apologize yet again. I stifled a chuckle, but she laughed and grabbed a rag from the counter to finish cleaning the glasses.

“So Kyle?”

“Yes, Kyle. We broke up again before college, I was going out of state and didn’t wanna do long distance, you know all that. I was in a really bad place during my senior year of college, so after graduation, I decided to move back home for a bit, spend some time with my mom--”

“How is she?”

“She’s great! Moved to D.C. with my dad a while back.”

“I should visit her, Quantico isn’t far.” 

She returned a genuine smile, “She would love that.”

“Sorry I interrupted you, keep going.”

“You’re fine. Long story short, moving back home for a few months turned into having a one night stand with my ex. Which turned into us getting engaged nine months later while I’m exhausted and holding my son.”

“Well, that’s a fun birth story for Jamie.”

“Yeah, ‘Happy Birthday, sweetie, your father proposed to me while you were, like, an hour old and then cheated on me six months later.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep.” She popped the p, “Came home and heard two things: Jamie fussing in his sleep from the playpen and bedsprings squeaking in our room.”

“I’m guessing that you guys were done for good after that?”

“Nice detective work.”

“Technically, I’m a profiler, not a detective, as they typically work in local police departments and I work for the federal government, not a precinct--”

“Jesus, kid, you’re gonna put the poor lil lady to sleep,” I turned around and saw Morgan crossing the lobby to the bar, still in his work clothes.

“If I'm yawning it’s from my double shift, not his rambling. It’s been a while since I heard a good Spencer Reid knowledge dump.”

“You two know each other?” He leaned on the bar and I could sense him turning on the classic Derek Morgan charm.

“I could ask you the same question.”

“Uh, Y/N, this is SSA Derek Morgan, we work together, Morgan, this is Y/N L/N, we went to high school together.” The “I had a huge crush on her” was silent.

“Nice to meet you, doll,” he reached out a hand to shake yours. His eyes lingered on you for a bit too long, and I recognized the look in her eyes from the way she talked to Kyle in the halls before our study sessions, and I didn’t like any of that one bit.

Derek turned back to me, “JJ sent you down here a while ago, she’s looking for you.”

I glanced at Y/N and tried to hide the cocktail of emotions in my mind, “I guess I just lost track of time.”

He probably caught onto something because his regular teasing smirk flashed on across his face, “You guess, sure, loverboy, I’ll be in our room. Nice meeting you, Y/N.” He left and she waved, watching him as he left.

“JJ?” She asked, turning back to me.

“Coworker of mine, she left her purse down here and sent me to get it for her.”

“Oh, Blondie from earlier?”

“Yeah.”

“She seemed nice. So pretty!” She reached below the bar and pulled out the small black purse that was left behind about an hour before, holding it up to me and cocking an eyebrow.

“Yep.” 

“How long have you two been working together? Long enough to be more than coworkers?”

I laughed uncomfortably, “Uh, n-no, actually this is actually my first case on the field, before this I only really helped the team consult on cases, but this one was urgent and I wanted to visit my mom so they brought me along.”

“Well, send Diana my love.”

“Of course. And if you hear anything from Jamie about another missing kid, give us a call.” I reached into his pocket and pulled out a card, sliding it to her and leaving with a sympathetic smile, wishing I could say more.

              (Reader POV)

About a week after you ran into Spencer, you were closely following the story as it unfolded on the news. Another kid had gone missing, the second in two weeks. His name was Drew Olson, he was a year older than Jamie. They didn’t find a body yet, so there was still hope. Robbie hadn’t turned up either, which was the best news you had about him. No other bodies have shown up yet, and the cause of death for the boy they found was starvation, so the guy probably didn’t want to hurt these kids.

Regardless of whether or not the situation was actually dangerous, the school still increased security, since two of the victims were students. The pickup line was heavily monitored by teachers and faculty to make sure all students went home with their parents. You had gotten there a bit later than usual, forcing you to the back of the crowd where you couldn’t see the kids as they came out of the building. 

When you finally got up towards the front, there were only a handful of kids left.

And Jamie wasn’t one of them.

Panic started to twist your stomach into knots, but the rational part of your brain clawed at the inside of your skull saying he was just inside, he was waiting in a classroom, he was safe.

You pushed through to the teacher that was keeping track of names on her clipboard. She was younger, just about your age, and wore wire-framed glasses that complimented her dark braids. She gave a warm smile and asked for your child’s name.

“Brothers, Jamie Brothers.”

“Alrighty, let’s see--” she paused as her finger stopped over a name highlighted by a bright green, indicating that the child had been picked up: Jamie Brothers.

“He’s not here.”

“What? What do you mean he’s not here?” The part of your brain that said he was safe fucked right off and left you a shaking mess on the pavement. The teacher reached an arm out and held you by the elbow as your knees buckled beneath you. Other parents’ attention was suddenly directed towards you. 

“Ma’am, the sheet says he was picked up already.”

“But by who? Not me! So who the hell took my son?” All eyes were on you as you didn’t even bother to control the volume of your voice. 

“Mrs. Brothers, please remain calm, I’m sure there’s been a mistake, I can send someone in to find him inside the school.”

“Please…” You whimpered, unable to find your breath.

...Give us a call…

Spencer’s words echoed in your mind and you knew what you had to do, so you scrambled through your bag for the card you were given the week before. You frantically cursed under your breath as you searched for your wallet. You finally found it, taking it out with your phone so you could call the number on the card. It rang once, twice, three times before an unfamiliar voice crackled through on the other side. 

“Agent Hotchner.”

“Are you with the FBI?”

“...Yes, who is this?”

“My name is Y/N L/N, Spencer Reid gave me this number if I knew anything.”

“Do you have information regarding the recent abductions?”

“My son’s been taken.” You could feel the lump in your throat nearly restricting any words from coming out.

“Hold on, ma’am, where are you?”

“I’m at the school, he’s not here. I came to get him and he’s not here, I don’t know what to do!”

“Miss L/N, stay put, we’re on our way.” The call ended with a click and suddenly the world went quiet. There was nothing but the rush of blood pounding in your ears. All you could do was stare blankly at nothing in particular as the phone fell from your hand, hitting the pavement, your knees following quickly behind. You felt the bruises on impact, but you couldn’t care less about how much pain you were in, not when you felt this numb. Your pain didn’t matter anymore, all that mattered was that Jamie was missing and you were powerless to help. The remaining parents surrounded you, all clutching the shoulders of their children, their safe children, the ones they didn’t have to call the fucking FBI to pick up from school today.

When your brain was able to process information again, you noticed the school parking lot had filled with police cars, including two large black SUVs. You squinted through the inappropriately bright sunlight and the bitter tears in your eyes to see a tall man in a dark suit approach you. Behind him, a scrawny young man in a plaid buttondown was following closely.

You recognized him right away this time.

“Spencer,” your voice was barely a whisper as you attempted to stand on your shaking legs. You looked straight past the man in the suit and scrambled over to him. Before you could even reach him, his arms were stretched out to you, enveloping you in a tight hug as soon as you were close enough.

Your heart had to be beating out of your chest, and you were sure he felt it against him. The tears running down your cheeks stained his shirt, soaking him to the skin as he cradled your head against his chest, trying to do whatever he could to make you feel safe again, no matter how scared he was.

The man in the suit was now joined by an older man in a brown jacket and the man you met at the bar the other night, Derek, you think his name was. The suit turned to you and Spencer and introduced himself as Agent Hotchner, the man you spoke to on the phone. He asked you to describe what happened when you arrived, if you saw anyone who looked out of place, if you saw evidence of a struggle. Spencer’s arms never left your frame the whole time you spoke.

“Thank you very much, Miss L/N, I promise we’ll find your son, we have time on our side. Reid, stay with her in the meantime, Morgan, go question the parents, Gideon and I will talk to the monitors and see if they knew who picked Jamie was picked up by.”

“Yes, sir.”

All the men left to complete their tasks except for Spencer, who was supposed to stay put with you. The second you were alone with him once again, your face returned to the spot on his dampened shirt where it had previously been. One of his hands was planted firmly on your upper back, the other stroking your hair between his fingers.

It’s strange, really. Last time you saw him he was just a kid. A brilliant, sweet, small kid. The kid who’s hair you’d fuck with. The kid you held after his bullies hurt him. Then you don’t see him for over a decade and suddenly the roles are reversed. He was tall enough to rest his chin on your head now, which you had mixed feelings about, but you couldn’t deny it calmed you down. Almost as much as his quick yet steady heartbeat drumming right in your ear. The kid was still skinny, but his hugs were still warm. 

“You’re alright, we’re gonna find him,” he whispered into your hair, but you had a feeling those words weren’t only for you. After a few minutes, the three other agents returned to where you and Spencer stood, alerting the two of you that the team would be heading back to the police station where you were welcome to wait with them. Derek figured you were too shaken to drive yourself, so he offered to let you ride along with him and Spencer in the SUV, which you did not hesitate to accept.

Once at the station, you were greeted by the blonde from the bar. What was her name again?

“Jennifer Jareau, I’m the press liaison for the team. You can call me JJ.”

She sat with you while Spencer worked with the others on the case. You wanted to be updated whenever progress was made, but she told you that wasn’t totally possible. Regardless of how against the rules it was, she still gave you the profile. The unsub likely worked with children and knew them and faculty well enough to enter the building and take the kids without being noticed. They may be a parent going through a loss, as no evidence of sexual assault or any physical violence was found on the only body save for light ligature marks on the wrists. Due to the relatively nonviolent nature of the crime, the unsub could be a woman. They likely live alone since they are keeping several young boys in their home. Although this likely wasn’t the work of a pedophile, a trafficking ring could not be ruled out yet.

You suddenly understood why the victims’ families aren’t supposed to know the profile. You thought it would make you feel better, but it only made you feel worse. JJ opened up another box of tissues for you, got you water, and offered you snacks, but there was no way you could get anything down. Every sound, every person that passed the window, every buzz of JJ’s phone sent your stomach plummeting down a death drop. You had just calmed yourself down from yet another panic attack when you saw agents strapping on kevlar vests and putting their guns into their holsters.

They knew where the kids were.

              (Spencer’s POV)

I wasn’t allowed to see her before we left. I couldn’t tell her where I was going, I couldn’t tell her that Jamie would be okay, I couldn’t tell her anything. I barely spoke to her since we got back to the station, and that was hours ago. Now I-- we just have to leave her there again.

This was my first time going out on the field in this capacity. I’d never had to step out of that SUV with my gun out, ready to shoot anyone who threatened the lives of my team or any hostages they may have. I’d never had to strap on a kevlar vest and worry about the potential bruises that may be left behind by being hit with bullets. I’d never had to worry about not coming back before.

“Don’t be worried. If your hands shake you won’t get a clear shot,” Gideon reminded me in the car, as if I’d be able to get a clear shot with a steady hand anyway.

The unsub was a woman named Harriet Yanonovich. According to hospital records pulled by Garcia, our new tech analyst, her son had recently passed after a short and sudden battle against leukemia. This came shortly after Harriet had a miscarriage that triggered a chemical imbalance, degrading her mental health, which resulted in the trigger, losing her job at the elementary school that the boys had each been taken from. I would have felt bad for her if she hadn’t taken my friend’s son away from her.

But she did, and now I just have to hope she didn’t hurt him.

We arrived at Harriet’s house fairly quickly. Hotch sent Morgan and me around the back, he and Gideon would take the front. As we rounded the back of the house, we discovered that she had a storm cellar under her deck. The doors were closed with a heavy padlock. Morgan aimed his gun to shoot it off the chain.

“Don’t do that. The bullet would ricochet and hit you in the knee.”

He lowered his weapon, “You got a better idea, pretty boy?”

“Yes, actually.” I quietly crept onto the deck, lifting the welcome mat from in front of the sliding glass door into the absolute wreck of a kitchen. Under the mat was a simple looking key. 

“She’s a school teacher going through a depressive episode, not a criminal mastermind.”

“Alright then, genius,” he rolled his eyes, “Let’s see if it even works.”

I inserted the key into the lock, hearing a click and turning it with little difficulty. The shackle popped open. I gently removed it from the chains, trying my hardest not to make any noise that would alarm anyone in the cellar. Unwrapping the chains from the handles, I turned back to face Morgan.

“I accept your apology.” I attempted to muster my smuggest smile, but it was hard to mask the dread and worry on my face.

“Yeah, yeah, open up.”

He grabbed one handle and I grabbed the other, sliding the metal doors open and revealing a staircase into a shadowy basement.

“You first.” Morgan nudged my shoulder.

“What? No way! Morgan, this is serious!”

“So go! It’s your girl’s kid!”

He was right. Not about Y/N being my girl, because she wasn’t (though the thought did briefly replace the anxiety in my heart with pure light that I hadn’t felt since I was twelve), but I was still doing this for her. This case wasn’t just a job for me. This was for Y/N. For Jamie. Y/N deserves to see her son again, I owe her that much.

Derek would learn about my fear of the dark much later, but from how fast I jumped down those stairs into that cellar, he’d never been able to tell.

Against the farthest wall, there were four young boys all curled up in a corner. From the limited light, I could see they were all covered in varying levels of filth, the cleanest boy baring the face I had seen on Y/N’s phone screen. The boys all looked terrified, the two dirtiest looking thin and weak against the ties that bound them to a water pipe. I called up to Morgan to come down and lowered my gun.

“I’m Dr. Spencer Reid with the FBI, I’m here to help you guys, okay?” The boys all nodded. Morgan helped me untie their wrists.

“Do you know where Mrs. Yanonovich went?”

“She said she was going upstairs, and that we have to be good or else we wouldn’t get any supper,” Jamie piped up.

“How long you been down here, kid?” Morgan asked.

Jamie shrugged, “Couple hours.”

“Did she hurt any of you?” The kids all shook their heads no.

Hotch’s voice crackled over the radio, “We have her in custody, any sign of the kids?”

“Yep, we found them in the cellar. All are alive, but we may need a medic on standby at the station for some of them.”

“Are they hurt?”

“No, just malnourished. Definitely dehydrated.”

Morgan and I led the kids out to the surface, the setting sun creating a glare off of the tin cellar doors. We were greeted by Gideon and police rounding the corner to the backyard. The kids ran out the gate towards the police cars, eager to be home soon. 

               (Reader POV)

“Okay, I’ll let them know.” JJ hung up and turned back to you, a relieved smile gracing her face. You stood up, desperate to hear the news she had.

“They found the kids, Jamie’s safe.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from lunging at the woman you barely knew, wrapping her in a bear hug as delighted laughs left your lungs. You felt tears of pure relief drip down your cheeks as she squeezed you back, also letting out a deep sigh.

You waited impatiently in the bullpen, anxious to see Jamie unharmed and to give the team your gratitude. When they finally arrived, you saw your son walking hand-in-hand with Spencer and the older agent you believed was named Gideon. Spencer pointed over to you with his free hand and smiled, causing Jamie to drop their hands and sprint into your arms crying “Mommy! Mommy!” You immediately lifted him up and covered his face with kisses. The two of you held onto one another so tight, you were surprised either of you could breathe. Spencer came over to you, smiling with eyes you couldn’t quite recognize. 

“Thank you, Spencer.”

“No need, Y/N. I’m glad I could help. I just wish I could have met Jamie here on better terms!”

You adjusted your hold on Jaime to free one hand, stretching it out for Spencer to take it in his own. You squeezed it gently, smiling into those hazel eyes that had somehow never looked warmer before, despite the deep shadows under them.

“Thank you.”

His pursed lips twitched slightly and you noticed the tears brimming his sunken eyes. The poor boy needed sleep and a lot of it soon. He squeezed your hand back, sending shockwaves up your arms straight to your heart, which hadn’t felt this light since you were seventeen years old.

Taglist~~~

Lmk if you wanna be added! Some names didn’t work so if you don’t see your name as a tag just dm me a url and I’ll try to fix it

@lawnmoa @ellvswriting @baby-pogue @rottenearly @confused-and-really-hungry @thatsonezesty13 @deni-gonzalez @irjuejjsaa @randomfandomshitposts @bisoner @moonstarrnghtsky @smurfflynn @eldahae​ @t0xicllama​ @undeniablyyou​ @staplernpaper​

[abbybubbls]

5 Easy Steps

I wrote a Good Omens thing a while ago, it’s on my AO3, but I felt the need to post it here... because I can. This fic is VERY self-indulgent. My mental health obviously hasn’t been so great throughout this year (just like everybody’s), and I have been projecting myself onto Aziraphale a lot. Writing this really helped, and I hope yall like it.

(I also fixed and added very minimal things to this, so I guess I gotta do the same for the AO3 version, huh? Yeah, I’mma get to that.)

If you’re ever feel the need to talk to somebody, please do. Reaching out for help can go a long way. :)

- Enjoy -

Summary: A month has passed since Aziraphale last called Crowley, and he suddenly gets a message. Good thing he’s not a heavy sleeper.

Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep. “This is Anthony Crowley, you know what to do, do it with style.” Bee-EEP!

Crowley opened his eyes slowly.

“Again…? Uh- Crowley? Are you there? I- I don’t know if you can hear me, but ah… I don’t… I’m not feeling my very best, and uhm… I was hoping we could talk to get my mind off of it, but… I know you don’t like being interrupted in your sleep, so… I won’t stop you. If you want, you can call back whenever… Goodnight, Crowley.”

“Angel, I’m right next to you.”

“CROWLEY-!”

With a jump, Aziraphale dropped the phone to the floor. He clutched his chest, holding onto the corner of his desk. Crowley simply had his hands in his pajama pants’ pockets, with this subtle concerned look on his face. His hair was noticeably a tangly mess.

“You alright?” Crowley asked. Aziraphale swallowed and tried to compose himself by straightening his vest.

“Not after seeing you inches close!” he exclaimed. “At least knock the door, Crowley…!”

“I’m sorry,” Crowley shrugged a bit. “Heard you weren’t feeling great, and I wanted to see for myself.”

“Well…” It sounded like Aziraphale was conjuring up some kind of retort, but he paused. His frightened posture softened. “You didn’t have to, but… thank you.”

Crowley’s response was a small nod.

“Nobody has seen you outside, breaking any rules,” Aziraphale asked. “Right?”

It took Crowley a few seconds to remember that there was a lockdown still going on. “Oh- no, I miracled here, in the middle of your message.”

“Okay…” Aziraphale’s voice was quiet. Crowley glanced down to see his hands wringing together. He’s seen this before.

Without looking behind him, Crowley plopped down on the couch, patting an open spot. “C’mere, sit.”

Aziraphale promptly did so, adorably politely sitting next to Crowley, with his hands on his lap.

The two sat in silence for a moment. Crowley was observing Aziraphale, catching up notice that every few seconds, he’d try to come up with something to say, only to stop himself multiple times. His fingers were clutching onto each other as if they had their own little ten lives, and they all depended on hugging so tightly, that the knuckles almost went white. Crowley took notice of this, seeing Aziraphale’s face turning pink. He could sense the anxiety in the whole bookshop. He’s seen this before.

“Aziraphale,” Crowley said, only getting skittish glances. “Aziraphale-”

“Yes!” The response was quick, with the angel turning to Crowley with a small and nervous grin. “What- What is it?”

Crowley pursed his lips. “You gonna… tell me what’s wrong?”

Aziraphale opened his mouth and stopped for the nth time. “Well… I don’t know if it’s something that is wrong at all.”

“I mean, it’s gotta be something that’s bothering you,” Crowley said. “You did say you’re ‘not feeling your very best’, so… what’s up?”

A small sigh. “I’m just… antsy, I suppose.”

“Over what?” Crowley asked. His arm was draped over the top of the couch, and over behind Aziraphale’s shoulders. The angel wiggled a bit and cleared his throat.

“Over… this.” He gestured weirdly with his hands. Crowley doesn’t get it. “This year has been… strange. We all thought this year would be something special and exciting, but it just… spat at us with a bunch of things at once.”

Crowley shrugged lightly. “We’ve had big pandemics every one hundred years. It happens, angel. You know that.”

“I do,” Aziraphale replied, hands still clasped together. “I do, but I… I know it’s nothing for me to worry about, and I know I should try to focus on myself for once, but… so much has happened, that I  can’t  focus on myself at all. Even in America, I’m worried. Can’t people just go by the rules? Is it that hard for people, who claim to just love love LOVE their country so much, to stay indoors and respect others by how they look? Whatever happened to common human decency?!”

Crowley has been taking a nap for a month, so he obviously hasn’t caught up on the news, especially with what’s happening in America… but from the tone of Aziraphale’s voice and his wording, Crowley could tell that something big must be going on over there… again.

Aziraphale leaned back on the couch, with Crowley noticing his hands gesturing around and shaking as he spoke. “And I know! I know there are good people, who are fighting and protesting for a wonderful cause, and they’re all putting their lives on the line, but… no matter what I hear, from two people taking walks outside, to a single person I let visit my bookshop for comfort, it’s always bad news, everywhere…”

Crowley silently nodded along, and Aziraphale’s voice started to waver. “I’m sick of it. To the point where I’m not sure what news could be real or not- I…”

Aziraphale almost flinched at the feeling of a careful hand on his back. Crowley was frowning, watching him attempt to wipe his eyes with his trembling hands multiple times.

“I just feel so helpless,” he said as a whisper, now clenching fists against his lap. “At first, I liked staying in the bookshop, because staying home would be helping people. I’m an angel, I’m supposed to help people. But now, with everything that is happening out  there… I hate it here. I hate staying cooped up, I hate not being able to do anything about these problems that have absolutely nothing to do with me, or you.”

For some reason, it’s always a surprise to Crowley that Aziraphale would sometimes use the word ‘hate’. And he loves just about everything in the world.

“I’m just…” Aziraphale held in a breath and sighed shakily. “Not feeling like myself lately. I want this ‘bad news’ year to be over. And we thought 2016 and Armageddon were bad, heheh…”

He laughed, weakly. It was a poor time to add humor into this, but Crowley would have to give the angel credit, at least he tried.

Crowley watched as Aziraphale kept wiping his eyes, sniffling lightly. “Oh, I’m- I’m sorry, Crowley, I- I… I figured you wouldn’t have wanted to see me like this. I knew waking you up was a bad idea.”

“Aziraphale,” Crowley shifted on the couch, facing the angel. His hand was still on his back, comfortingly. “Feeling like all of that is okay. You’re not the only one-”

“I know, Crowley!” Aziraphale was gritting his teeth, making Crowley hold his hand back. The angel quickly looked guilty from his sudden snappy tone, and tears welled back up in his eyes. His voice broke. “I know.”

“Angel-”

Aziraphale then started crying. Frowning deeply, Crowley immediately pulled him into a gentle hug. “I’m sorry- It’s okay, it’s alright. I’m here, angel. Shhhshhshshshshshh. I’m right here.”

Aziraphale tugged onto the back of Crowley’s shirt, sobbing. Brushing his fingers through the angel’s hair and rubbing his back, Crowley began rocking from side to side. “Let it out now, Aziraphale, it’s alright. I’m here, it’s okay.”

Minutes have passed, and Aziraphale’s crying quieted down. Crowley figured that he’d be feeling better by now, but once his arms went free, Aziraphale’s grip around him tightened, which began another round of soft crying.

“Shhhhhh.” Crowley sighed and continued rubbing Aziraphale’s back gently. “Breathe. You’re alright.”

There were only small, desperate whimpers. Crowley sighed through his nose, feeling his eyes sting a bit. His eyebrows then raised, remembering something. He put his hands on Aziraphale’s shoulders. “Aziraphale, look at me.”

Aziraphale was lifted off of Crowley, but his head was down with his eyes shut closed. Crowley cupped his cheeks, wiping dried tear streaks off. “Look at me, angel.”

Melting at his touch, Aziraphale’s hand went up to hold Crowley’s. His eyes opened slowly, puffy from crying, looking into Crowley’s.

“You wanna try something for me?” Crowley asked. “I think it’ll help.”

Both hands were being held as the two shifted on the couch. Aziraphale cleared his throat multiple times.

Crowley held up a hand freely. “Name five things you see.”

Aziraphale opened his mouth, and stopped.

“Five things you can see,” Crowley said. “You don’t have to list every single thing in the shop.”

“I know…” Aziraphale’s voice croaked, and he cleared his throat again. “Uh… The lamp… the desk… the bookshelf… the phone… and you.”

“Alright,” Crowley said, holding up four fingers. “Four things you can feel.”

Aziraphale pursed his lips. With his leg dangling off the edge of the couch, his toes wiggled in his sock. “My socks…”

He glanced down to see his thumb fiddling underneath his pinkie ring. “My ring…”

He gripped onto the blanket on the couch. “The blanket…”

He felt Crowley’s hand holding onto his, carefully. “And you.”

Crowley held up three fingers. “Three things you can hear.”

Aziraphale blinked. “Well, that one must be a bit difficult to understand, don’t you think…?”

One of Crowley’s eyebrows quirked upward, and he was smirking. Aziraphale blushed. “Right. Uh… me…”

He looked around the room, seeing his record player, not playing anything. “Whatever song is playing in my head… if that counts…”

“It does, don’t worry,” Crowley said.

“And you,” Aziraphale finished.

Smiling softly, Crowley held up two fingers. “Two things you can smell.”

Aziraphale took a deep breath through his nose, and sighed with a small smile. “My leftover cake from yesterday…”

Another deep breath, and Aziraphale blinked up at Crowley. “And you…”

Crowley was curious as to what the Someplace Aziraphale might have caught that smelled like him, but another part of him just went, “No, he’ll just fuss over how weird you smell, you’ve been sleeping for a month, get it together, man.”

Crowley shook it off, and held up one finger. “One thing you can taste.”

“Oh, now that’s just too many to choose from,” Aziraphale muttered, making Crowley snicker. The angel snapped his fingers, in an attempt to recollect any remaining taste from the cakes he’s had. His hand then clenched into an excited fist, and he grinned. “The cherries from my Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte!”

Crowley’s smile widened along with Aziraphale’s. He held onto both of his hands now, feeling the trembling go away. A little bit of the anxieties were still there, but at least the angel was smiling.

“It wasn’t any miracle,” Crowley said. “But you can use that little shtick to help you if you’re ever feeling worried again.”

“I still am feeling worried…”

“And that’s okay.” Crowley’s voice was soft. “You can just use it to be more aware of your surroundings instead of what’s going on somewhere else. And yeah, it doesn’t get rid of how you’re feeling, but it helped, right?”

Aziraphale nodded slowly. “It did.”

“Right,” Crowley replied, cupping the angel’s cheek again. “It’s just a little reminder that you’re still here. And you’re safe. You have every right to be worried about America. There can be dumb people and there can be smart people. Try not to let it take over your whole head when you think about it. Okay?”

Aziraphale nodded again with a smile. “Alright, I’ll try. Thank you, Crowley.”

“No problem, angel.” Crowley wrapped his arms around Aziraphale again, pulling him in for another tight hug. “If you feel the need for help, just ask me. I’ve helped you dozens of times before, and I’ll keep doing it dozens of times again.”

There was a tearful chuckle. “I just don’t want to push all of my troubles onto you.”

“I honestly don’t care,” Crowley said. “I’m not the  best  therapist demon in the world, but I still want to help you in any way that I can.”

The only response to that was Aziraphale’s grip, tightening around Crowley’s shirt. He could practically feel the angel smiling. He could tell he was thankful.

Minutes have passed.

“You know, Crowley… you don’t have to stay over here.”

“Yeah, I know. But I want to anyway.”

“Oh… you’re too kind.”

“‘Kind’ is a four-letter-word, Aziraphale.”

“Uh… you’re too… great?”

“Better.”

A tiny scoff, but the hug didn’t break. “I admire you, but you can be a real pain in the wing over such simple words.”

A shrug. “Eh. What can you do.”

“Well… nothing, really.”

“Great.”

[inferno-loop]

Do one where the reader is in too much pain from her period and Yoongi takes care of her; hot water bottles, chocolate, peanut butter, pads,/towels/tampons and is really worried about her. Thank you!

Thank you for requesting darling! It may not be exactly the same but I hope you like it 😘

You opened the door to your apartment and stepped inside, breathing a sigh of relief. Strangely, you weren’t able to concentrate at work today. You had been feeling nauseous and heavy the entire day. 

Walking forth, you turned towards your kitchen and kept all the groceries you bought after leaving work, on the kitchen table. You turned around to take some water out of the fridge when you suddenly felt a sharp pain in your stomach. It was so intense that, for a moment, you fell down on a knee. You got up, taking support by placing your hand on the chair. You knew what this pain was and now felt stupid for not realising why you had not felt good the entire day. 

Periods. 

You sighed as the pain diluted a little and reached for your purse where you always kept an extra tampon. Taking it, you picked up a towel from your room and went to your bathroom for a warm shower.   

                                                             ***

You stepped out of the bathroom, feeling a little better after taking a shower. You weren’t any less worried though. You knew your pain would intensify in a while, it always did. You decided that you would take a painkiller after having supper.

Wearing comfortable clothes, you stepped out of your room to hear your phone buzzing on the kitchen slap. It was a message from Yoongi. You quickly replied. 

You laughed a little as you put your phone down on the kitchen slap. You finished the sandwich you had made while texting Yoongi and kept one aside for him. You couldn’t help but feel relieved when you thought about your boyfriend coming over. His presence itself would help in taking your attention away from the pain that you knew would come in a while. 

The bell rang and you turned around to answer the door, knowing it is Yoongi. However, suddenly another jolt of pain hit you in the stomach and this time it was so intense, you fell there and then, knocking your phone off the slap in the process. You tried getting up but the pain became unbearable as soon as you moved and you couldn’t get up. You heard the bell ringing and a few seconds later, your phone started ringing. You struggled to reach your phone but you couldn’t. You let out an air of pain from you mouth as you brought your hand back on your stomach and turned your body into a fetal position.  

“Y/N!  What’s happening? Are you okay?” You heard Yoongi’s concerned voice on the other side of the door. 

You mustered up your strength to shout out one sentence. 

“IT HURTS, USE YOUR KEY!” 

                                                     ***

Yoongi didn’t waste time, he immediately fished around in his handbag for your apartment’s key. Taking it out, he put it in the keyhole and turned it. He opened the door and hurried inside to find you on the kitchen floor in a fetal position, clutching your stomach in pain and almost unconscious.

“Shit.”

He dropped his handbag on the floor and ran to you. 

“Y/N! What the fuck happened? Are you okay? Shit what do I do?!”

“I’m okay!” You tried to calm him down. “Just take me to my room, I’ll tell you what to do!” 

“Okay. Okay, I’ll do that.” Yoongi picked you up in his arms, bridal style, and took you to your room. He opened the door with one hand, and carefully placed you on the bed. “Okay, what do I do?” 

“Take out a tablet from the medical aid, it’s called ibuprofen.” You tried to explain through the pain.

Yoongi immediately turned around and went to your wardrobe, opening one of the drawers. He took out the medical aid and moved the tablets around in a hurry before taking out a leaf of pink coloured tablets. 

“This?” he asked you, holding up the tablet. 

You nodded your head. 

He took out one tablet and came to your side. He helped you sit up and put the tablet in your mouth. You gulped it down with water. 

“Okay, what the fuck is happening? Shouldn’t we go to the doctor?” Yoongi asked you in a worried tone. 

You shook your head slightly, “Periods.” 

“I figured that out, Y/N, but this was something else. I’ve never seen you in so much pain. Jesus, I thought you had been stabbed or something.” 

“It happens once in while. Don’t worry, I feel better now.”

Yoongi looked at you in a slightly suspicious manner before getting up and taking off his T-shirt. He threw it on the side of the bed and walked around it. He got on the bed and helped you lie down. He then took the blanket and pulled it over both of you, giving you his hand as pillow. 

You smiled and put your hands around him, snuggling closer. 

“I made a sandwich for you. You should go eat it, you must be hungry.” You said, half asleep. The medicine was starting to take effect. 

“I’ll have it later. Go to sleep.” He said pulling you closer. 

                                                           ******

You woke up to see your boyfriend missing from your side. You sat up on your bed, yawning. The pain was there but it had diluted to being bearable. 

You got out of the bed to change your tampon. Heading to your drawer, you stopped dead in your tracks. 

“Fuck. I don’t have tampons.” 

You rushed out to the dining room to call Yoongi. He appeared to be out, you could tell him to bring some tampons. You hurriedly dialled his number and was about to press the call button, when you heard the main door open and in walked your fabulous boyfriend. 

You cursed to yourself, you were too late. 

Yoongi gave you a weird look and went to the kitchen to put down the stuff he had bought.“What happened? Is it paining again?”

“No, no.” You gave him a guilty look. “I..uh..forgot to buy tampons. I don’t have any.”

Yoongi came out, giving you a poker face. 

“I know, that’s why I went out to buy some.” He said handing you the packet. 

Your mouth hung open. You got up and gave him a tight hug. 

“Min Yoongi, have I told you that you are a fucking genius? 

“You don’t have to tell me love, I already know.”

“Just change quickly and come out. I got some stuff.”

You nodded your head as you took the tampons from him and went to the loo. “Gimme half a moment.” 

You came out and went to your lounge, knowing Yoongi is there since the television was on. You were right, he connecting the T.V. to the home theatre. 

“Shoot, what stuff do you have?” You asked, walking towards him. 

“Ice cream, for one. It’s in the freezer. The chocolates are in the fridge. The peanut butter sandwich is in the microwave. The movie, is right here. 

“I love you.” 

He laughed. “I love you too, baby.”

You went to the kitchen and took out the sandwich from the microwave, all the while thinking how lucky you were to be able to call that man your lover. You never imagined that he would be so sensitive towards your..well, your periods. No one ever was. 

A smile formed on your face as you took you sandwiches and ice cream tub into the lounge. You set it up on the floor and sat next to Yoongi. 

“So, what are we watching?” 

“Conjuring 2″

“Fantastic.” You smirked. 

You both dig horror movies and watching them with him was always more fun. 

“Thanks for making the sandwich baby, here’s yours.” 

He shook his head. “I’m eating the one you made.You can have that.”

Your heart melted. You quickly reached out and turned his head towards you and gave him a peck. Then you settled on his side, putting your head on his shoulder. 

“Thank you for being here, Yoongi. I can’t tell you how much I love you.”

You thought he was about to give a sarcastic remark but were pleasantly surprised when you heard him say,

“Always.”

_________________________________________________

so that’s that. leave it to me to turn periods into a sob story(in my defence, i could relate so hard my periods are hella painful as well)

I hope yall like it and KEEP SENDING IN REQUESTS! 

much love, 

INFERNO-LOOP

[nercomancyandbooks]

NASHVILLE JUNE 25TH 2008

“What is it like?” The voice asked in a rather curious accent. “What is what like?” The young child’s voice near cracked as the figure stepped out of the shadows into the light. “Being different, seeing things others can’t. Knowing things you should not know?” His face boney half decayed flesh falling from his jawbone, pieces of skin crashing to the floor each time the apparition stumbled toward the girl with the long curly blonde hair. She peered past him, attempting holler for parents. “No, tell me…Aaron; wolf in sheep’s clothing. You will be mine shortly.” Her blue hues met the empty eye sockets of the now skeleton man. “Soon, you will understand.” She blinked and he was gone…

The night terrors hadn’t stopped since the fire, Aaron laid half-awake in some half-sized foster home bed screaming in pure terror. “The man, he’s coming he’s coming!” She shouted over and over again, her foster siblings all crowding around her attempting to shake her awake. Once her eyes fluttered open, she had zero clue what she had been doing. “Wh-what are you all… d-d-doing over here?” The blonde began to sit up a bit. Shifting her weight to her right hip. “You were screaming…” Alex explained. “You said some man was coming…” Aaron shook her head, “Nonsense.” A smile pressed to her lips, “Yall have nothing to worry about just come on get some sleep.” Tiny palms pressed to each of her siblings faces attempting to give them some kinda sign everything was fine. Maybe it helped, she hoped it had.

BEACON HILLS OCTOBER 12TH 2017

Foster homes weren’t easy for the girl; actually they were not easy for any child. Must less children with gifts they could not understand…

“Do you think they’ll notice we’re gone?” Ryan whispered, just as Aaron tossed the white sheets fashioned into a rope outside the second story window. “Who? Dumb and Dumber? Probably not. Why you scared?” She flashed a grin in his direction. It was the night of all nights…the biggest party Beacon Hills had ever had and Aaron wasn’t about to miss it. Ryan went out the window first, mostly because Aaron wasn’t so sure the sheet would hold them both. Once he made a safe landing on the soft ground. The blonde grappled herself to the make-shift rope, bouncing down until she hit the grass with a loud thud. “Ouch, f***…” Ryan laughed quietly reaching his hand out to yank her to her feet. “Why didn’t you catch me?” She scoffed, he smirked. “Look I ain’t no prince in shining armor you gotta catch yourself sista.”

It was a long walk to the Russel’s house but Ryan really wanted to see Danny; and well Aaron really wanted to see Jack…Jack Daniels…that is. Ryan was still in the closet with their foster parents so any chance he could get he’d have Aaron cover for him while he spent the summer with Danny, but once school started back well…he didn’t have much choice, but to act straight. Aaron had devised a plan to make sure their foster parents didn’t end up beating the sh*t outta him. It mostly involved her being the one to take the hits, but none the less she felt like maybe she deserved them… Ryan reached over, lightly rubbing Aaron’s shoulder blade and she winced. “Careful.”

Pretty soon the sounds of loud rap music drowned out her thoughts, they had finally made it. “Thank God, now I can finally drown myself in boys and booze.” Ryan flashed a grin, giving Aaron a quick kiss on the cheek in thanks. Before he disappeared into the crowd, Aaron catch a glimpse of Danny smiling. The blonde quickly waived her way through the waves of teenagers until she found the kitchen. It was fairly empty half-full booze bottles everywhere, but Aaron wasn’t interested in the cheap stuff laying everywhere. Her eyes rested on the cabinet in the dining room.  "Bingo.“ Carefully she snapped open the locked drawer snatching the unopened bottle of whiskey, shoving it into her jacket pocket awkwardly. Aaron danced her way to the back door carefully sitting herself down on the back steps. It was quiet out here, well besides the fuzz music roaring from inside. Blue hues traveled around into the darkness, shapes of shadows danced from tree to tree. Aaron was sure no one else would of seen them just her, which yet again caused her to scoff. She cracked open the sail on the whiskey bottle only to shove it’s mouth to her lips. Tilting the neck back as she guzzled down a hefty amount of liquor, the caramel color burned her throat all the way down…

An hour or so later, Aaron was quite buzzed a couple people had shuffled their way out into the back deck. The mixed smell of weed, bourbon, and B.O. automatically caused the blonde to shove herself up to slip back inside for some beer. Although the scent wasn’t much better in the house, body upon body grinding and dancing. Aaron’s hues shifted toward a couple open cups, carefully she stole one making her way toward the upstairs. The crowd gave her a bit of a panic attack feeling. Soon enough the blonde had come upon a thin hallway of doors, echoes of moans and vomiting roared as she past each door frame. Until she reached the last door on the right, Aaron reached for the door handle quickly yanking it open. Her half-empty solo cup was the only one to keep her company - or so she thought.

The room was bright yellow it must have been one of the Russel kid sisters rooms cause it looked like the power puff girls vomited all over it. Aaron quietly plopped down on the half bed grabbing the big-headed Bubbles doll from the center of the bed. She gave it a once over before chucking it across the room. Her plastic eye hit the wall with a loud thud, Begin again, begin again, begin again. Purity Ring blasted from the blonde's dark/light washed jeans. Aaron nearly fell off the bed, startled by the ringtone. Her fingerprints tumbled the rose gold galaxy cell phone. Recognizing the burnette's photo flashing on the dim screen. Aaron quickly brushed her thumb over the green button. "Hello?

"Aaron? It's Carmen. The coven is sending me on a journey to find more information about my ancestry. I am to pick someone to travel with me.What do you say? A round trip to Maryland. We can make a vacation of it. It will gives us a chance to explore a whole new kind of witchcraft."

"Sure, sure!" She smiled happily, as they hung up. She hadn't seen Carmen in sometime. She was one of the few people who truly understood her gift…her curse. Carmen never made Aaron feel like a freak, she always made her feel as if she was just a normal girl…a normal girl whom could raise the dead but none the less. She considered her one of her closest and most trustworthy friends.

*******

The blonde became so eager to see Carmen as soon as she hung up the phone, Aaron began to make her way back home. Well not exactly home, but the place where all her belongings were. Rylan arrived a few hours later, catching a glimpse of Aaron shoving handfuls of clothes in a teal antique suitcase. "Where you going?" His shoulder pressed against the doorframe smiling. "Road trip, with one of my special friends. Do you think you can cover for me?" He nodded, slipping into his room. Aaron was just about packed when the echo of her ringtone blasted once again. Carmen's bright and shinning face lit up her cellphone's screen once more.

The make-shift sheet rope still dangling out the bedroom window. Aaron tossed out her suitcase, than her purse, before she shuffled down more confidently than before. Chipped black-nail polish clutched the suitcase, after slinging her bag over her shoulder. Aaron darted for the car door as it began to open, quickly shoving herself in first before tossing her belongings in the back carelessly. "Drive!"