#also i thought about all of this while having my morning coffee (at 2pm)

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Stray Kids Reaction - How They Wake Up Their Bestie

Requested by anon: Skz headcanons on how they would wake you up as your best friend? (Gender neutral) (Example: like if they were your roommate) (Why do I feel like Changbin would just plop on top of you 💀😅) 

A/N: Yes, I said Bestie and I have no idea why. I also went ahead and took the approach of it being a collegeAU! type thing with a roommate 

Bang Chan:

Chris would be debating on whether or not to wake you up since you looked so peaceful

He knew you had stayed up later than usual to finish studying for the test you have later in the afternoon

In the end he’d resort to waking you up with breakfast in bed

Or lunch depending on how late it is

He’s very nice and considerate

Don’t take that for granted man

“I made you breakfast or lunch...brunch?”

Lee Know:

Minho would also hesitate at first

But then he would remember the time you woke him up from his slumber so he could give his thoughts on some sweet you’d baked early in the morning

Not that he minded - it was pretty good in the end - but all hesitation would go down the drain

He’d probably also attempt making you something for breakfast or what not

Or it could be the grinding of coffee beans that wakes you up

Or the blender

“Well since you’re up...why don’t we go ahead and eat!”

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116 notes - Posted May 18, 2022

#4

Stray Kids Reaction - Their Crush is a Foreign Idol

Requested by anon: Can you do stray kids headcanons when their crush is a idol? (Foreign idol) (that’s apart of a group please) Maybe something cute where they meet during schedules, award shows, or interviews? (Gender neutral please) (Love your work) ❤️💕

Bang Chan:

You and Chris had actually gone to school together for a bit (your family had briefly lived in Australia) and become good friends

You two would meet again during while your group was touring in Seoul

Having been invited to perform at an award show you would be reunited with Bang Chan

Safe to say you guys made sure to stay in touch after that

And there were many articles the next day in regard to how close the two of you seemed to be during the show

“It’s so good to see you again! We should definitely keep in touch!”

Lee Know:

You yourself fancied the rapper of Stray Kids

It was rather well known due to the amount of time you would bring him and the group up whenever you could

Eventually fans would be pushing for the two of you meet and it would happen

During an interview while on tour in Seoul you would be freaking out as the man you’d talked so highly about would be entering the room

You would be a mess to say the least not believing that you were sitting before you admired so much

And Minho himself would be a mess too

“I’m a huge fan myself...and I also like yo- LOVE your music?” 

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142 notes - Posted April 27, 2022

#3

Stray Kids Reaction - You Put Others Before Yourself

Requested by anon: Can you do skz reaction when their s/o puts others before themselves? (Gender neutral please)

Bang Chan:

Chris loves your selfless nature

But it worries him

He doesn’t want others to take advantage of you

But he also doesn’t want you to feel pressured to change to appease him

Sometimes it may cause a few arguments but nothing that is really serious

In the end, your selflessness is something that attracted him and that can’t be changed

“You know I love how selfless you are, but I can’t help but worry.”

Lee Know:

It’s a quality Minho likes about you

A lot

But he worries that you’ll forget to take of your own need while focused on those of others

He tries to make sure that you can put yourself first as much as possible

And often ends up helping you as you help others

As much as he loves this quality, he can’t help but worry

“I’ll serve them for a bit, you go take a break.”

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144 notes - Posted May 16, 2022

#2

Stray Kids Reaction - Their S/O is Confident About Their Hickeys

Requested by anon: Can you do stray kids reaction when their s/o is confident about showing off their hickies? 😂 and if their friends or the members try to tease them it doesn’t phase them and actually makes them cocky 🙊 (not a lot just a few) (gender neutral)

Bang Chan: Chris would instantly become shy when he notices that you flaunt any and all hickeys he leaves on you. He would just be a walking tomato the entire time. Spare him from this teasing please! And when you get cocky about it...lord. He finds the confidence attractive as heck, but he gets so embarrassed because he wants to keep this part of your relationship between you two. No one needs to know what goes on behind closed doors. But damn it’s sexy.

“Your confidence is so attractive but the teasing from them gives me secondhand embarrassment.”

Lee Know: Minho wouldn’t really dwell much on how you confidently flaunt any hickey he leaves on you. That being said, once the teasing starts, whether it’s from your friends or his bandmates, he begins questioning whether or not he really should’ve left one on that part of your skin that wouldn’t be covered by your clothes. Attractive nonetheless though. Though he will seriously think carefully about where a hickey could be left the next time.

“Is a shirt going to cover it if I leave it here?”

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169 notes - Posted January 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Stray Kids Reaction - Their Crush Becomes Comfortable and Affectionate With Them

Requested by anon: Can you do stray kids reaction when their crush becomes comfortable with them and starts being affectionate back? (Gender neutral)

Bang Chan: Chris would definitely be happy that you feel comfortable around him to openly display affection towards him. He would wonder if he made you uncomfortable in the beginning and apologize regardless of whether or not that was the case. I can see him becoming a bit more affectionate with you as well and even trying to give more hints to let you know he likes you. It’ll show that he’s happy about this sudden change though, the boys will certainly call him out for his cheery moods.

“You guys are jealous that your crushes haven’t shown affection back.”

Lee Know: Minho would be questioning whether or not he should just stop being affectionate since it was becoming more and more apparent that you weren’t the most comfortable with his affection. When he notices that you’ve grown comfortable with him and start showing affection, he would become elated. Silently he’d be freaking out over the possibility that you may like him back. He’d certainly be more perceptive about you and how you handle him becoming a tad bit more affectionate as well.

“If I ever get to be too much, please tell me.”

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366 notes - Posted January 6, 2022

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[hashirun]

I'm just so tired, stressed, and anxious right now. My best friend's 5 month old husky Zeke died due to parvo last Wednesday. I know how much she loves him and can only imagine the pain she's feeling. I have grown quite attached to him myself and couldn't believe it when I found out that he died.

She arranged for his cremation in Pet Valley which is located here in Silang, Cavite. She asked me if she could stay here Wednesday evening as she didn't want to be alone on the first night that Zeke is gone. Also it'll be much easier to go to Pet Valley the next day from my place compared to coming all the way from Los Baños. I replied that of course she can stay here. But I've already Googled parvo and I was panicking at the back of my mind because my dog Mochi stays here with me and I learned that the virus is very resilient - it can survive months, even up to a year in the right environment. Most household cleaning products are not enough to kill it. To make things worse it is highly contagious and can easily contaminate objects such as an exposed person's clothes and shoes.

I wanted to support my best friend in whatever way I can, and I didn't want to seem insensitive and callous, so I refrained from asking her to make sure she disinfects before coming over here. Instead I decided to keep Mochi all alone upstairs since Wednesday evening - I avoided approaching him while my best friend was here.

My best friend and I stayed up til 4 in the morning talking about Zeke - the onset of symptoms, his trip to the vet, and his death just two days later. We talked about his life, which was short but well-lived. We cried and laughed and ate cookies and drank coffee and smoked cigarettes in between - it was our small private memorial service in honor of Zeke.

We slept in a different room far away from Mochi. I woke up around 8am to do some chores around the resort and cafe. By 9am my best friend woke up as well, we drank coffee and smoked cigarettes and continued talking about Zeke while she readied herself emotionally to go to Pet Valley. By 10 am her friend got here to give us a ride to Pet Valley. We met up with her boyfriend somewhere near the town center around 1:30 pm. We got to Pet Valley by 2pm, where we paid our last respects during his final viewing before his cremation. When she saw Zeke in his little coffin, wrapped in a white blanket with that serene look on his face, my best friend broke down. Soon I was crying as well, heartbroken for both my best friend and Zeke.

My Thursday didn't end there. We got back around 6pm. I tended the cafe til 10pm and was ready to turn in to bed, exhausted. But then a friend from my previous company messaged me to hang out, and I knew she was going through something so I said sure. She got here past 11 pm and we stayed up smoking and drinking and chatting until 5.30 in the morning.

After she left I made sure to wash myself thoroughly to make sure I wasn't carrying any virus when I finally approached Mochi. But I can't shake the feeling of unease - what if he still somehow gets infected? The virus can stick to shoes, so what if the ground here in our place already got contaminated? How can I ever walk Mochi in peace again with this thought hanging in the air?

Mochi howled when he saw me, I could tell he was upset with the fact that he had to sleep two nights without me. I guiltily apologized while I agonized over his health and well-being. I just can't bear the thought of him dying.

I fell asleep to these thoughts, then was jolted awake barely 3 hrs later by my pending errands for today.

So yeah here I am now, still tired, still stressed, still anxious.

[annieintheaair]

There's a million chances for mistakes, that we both can't promise not to make. There's a million doubts that you might have, but is a spark enough to not hold back?

We can spend so much time making all of the plans but the truth is, the only plan is God's plan.

I was going to go to church at 5pm tonight, as we had planned, but then switched to the 3:30pm service and then eventually settled on the 2pm service. My new therapist, Jose, had told me to invite Todd to church tonight, despite everything, and see if he would show up. Not only was I 99.9% sure that he wouldn't show up for the 5pm service but I also didn't care if he showed up or not. Of course, it's not that I don't want people going to church but I didn't care about him being there for me anymore. I went to the 2pm service because I wanted to be there.

I honestly debated all morning if I was going to go at all and eventually realized that I needed to go because the experience on TV just isn't the same. I hated the drive because it's so long but when I finally got close to church, I felt a lot of relief and was happy when I finally got out of my car and walked into church.

Listening to Pastor John talk today, I knew for sure that God encouraged me to go for a reason. He knew I needed to be there. Pastor John talked about the questions we have, like why do bad things happen to good people and why does God allow suffering? He talked about sin and forgiveness and all of it just made me cry but I had to contain myself because I didn't have any tissues with me. It was the perfect message for me to hear. I wish Todd could have been there to hear it, too.

After church, I ran into a few of my friends that I serve with at Students and it was so good to see them and it felt nice to be hugged. I was relieved that no one asked me where Todd was because I wouldn't have wanted to talk about it anyway.

When I left church, I went to check out a house for rent. I didn't know when I inquired about it but it was around the corner from the house that was for sale that Todd and I looked at a few months ago and said was our dream house. The floorplan of the house looked almost identical to the one we had seen and when I left the neighborhood, I passed the house we loved.

My long drive home felt like a trip down memory lane, not of the bad memories but some of the best ones. Seeing the house and driving around that area made me think about the future that we had envisioned for ourselves and the goals that we had together. I drove out towards Denton and recognized some roads we had driven on early in our relationship.

I made a detour to stop for brisket tacos at Marty B's. I debated eating there alone or ordering and grabbing a drink at the bar while I waited but instead, I ordered my food, waited for it, and then left. I haven't been in the mood to drink alcohol all week (my last drink was at the nail salon before our fight). I stopped at the coffee shop, too, and picked up an energy drink for the rest of my ride home.

About 30 minutes from my house, I approached the outlet mall where we had gone just two weeks ago. I passed Buc-ee's where we stopped for candy, and the restaurant where we had lunch. I thought about how we had gone to the movies and we wanted to spend more time together so he stayed another night even though it was a Sunday night and he had to work the next morning.

Years ago, I remember hearing something about parallel universes (multiverses). The Many-Worlds Theory basically says that for every possible outcome, another universe is formed. For all of the decisions that we make, we could have made a different choice. In some other universe, Todd and I had a happy ending, just like in another universe, Dan never died.

As I drove (I drove at least 200 miles today so I had a lot of time to think), I thought more about the church service and I was listening to some songs that pulled at my heartstrings. Just like the questions that Pastor John mentioned in church, I wondered why we hurt each other. I heard once, "Hurt people, hurt people." Aren't we all hurting in some way or another? Why do we hurt each other? Isn't there enough hurt and pain in this world that's beyond our control? Why do we have to add additional hurt?

I thought about this week and this weekend in particular, how I had it all planned out and it turned out to look nothing like what had been planned. It felt like it was going to be a great weekend and there were so many things in the coming weeks and months that we (or maybe just I) were looking forward to. I know I need to trust God's plan but it's hard when I'm really hurting. I just wonder sometimes why I have to hurt so much and when and if the hurt will ever end.

In some ways, I wish I could rewind time to last week before everything fell apart so that I could make other choices and keep all of the future plans that we had. Even if I could rewind time though, if this was God's plan, then this all would have happened anyway and there is nothing I could have done or said to change any of that.

I do wish that we could have talked before it went so far to end with so much hurt. I truly believe that it would have all turned out a lot differently if instead of going silent in the car on the way back to his apartment he had chosen to talk to me. I fell for him in the first place because of his long messages and it seemed like he was great at communicating in the beginning, only to later realize that he would shut me out whenever he was mad about something. In the end, all I wanted was to meet up and talk in person and end on better terms if that was the inevitable.

Thinking about Jesus, who loves us no matter what, forgives us no matter what we've done, and never leaves us, I just wish that people could do the same. I feel like I was able to forgive Todd for the things he did to me to hurt me, including three weeks ago when I slept at my old neighbor's house because he wouldn't let me inside his apartment and his mom told me to sleep in my car or drive an hour home drunk. I even tried to forgive his mom and thought I'd manage to have brunch tomorrow even though I was still hurt and upset about it since she wasn't even sorry for suggesting those things to me.

The Bible teaches us to forgive others in order to be forgiven by God for our own wrongdoings. I know I try my best to follow Jesus but sometimes fall short. I think that's part of being human. We are not perfect people. I wish Todd could have forgiven me for the things that I did that unintentionally hurt him. I don't know if his intent was to hurt me or if he was hurting me because he was hurt. I know that my actions last weekend came from a place of hurt and it all spiraled into so much more hurt. What hurts the most is knowing that the person I loved felt the need to hurt me back, to shatter my heart into a million pieces. At what point do we learn to stop hurting each other?

I know I'll never be able to change the past and God's plan is always so much better than my own but I just can't stop feeling so awful about my own mistakes and Todd's lack of forgiveness and willingness to try to fix things. I really do want to be with someone who means it when they say they love me and who will do anything and everything to make it work. Now, I just wonder, when will I start to feel better about all of this even without his forgiveness?

xoxo

Annie

[ocean-anchored]

Dear future self... February 12, 2024

It's been a seriously busy week & weekend. Let's recap.. Monday last week Danny put charlie down. That was a sad day, I wasn't sure how it was going to hit me, but when I saw Cody's stories, I crumbled and cried a lot of the day. Tuesday went for lunch with Chrystal for our work department christmas party. Then went to Canadian brewhouse with a group to watch the oilers/knights game. Kamber, tyson, shane, amber & naythan, it was a lot of fun. Man i love amber, I shit talked her a lot & Knights won so that was fun, killed their 16 winning streak so she wasn't too pleased of course. Wednesday I went to a little pub with Callum Domke, grade 4 friend because we had matched on bumble & thought it would be funny to catch up after 20+ years. He was the same & it wasn't awkward at all. It was funny, we just talked about life & everything & had a lot of good laughs, it was a nice wholesome night. Thursday I relaxed. Friday I went to Bottlescrew bills with Corey, or we started our night there. We were supposed to play cornhole but they didn't have any games so we had some food & then walked over to Craft. We chatted for hours, we didn't even end up playing a game we just talked constantly which was really nice. I got to know him a lot better & see a much more deeper side to him. He's really smart. His past is interesting, he's a bit more of a party boy than I wished, but he's also turning 35 next month. We went back to his place around midnight probably to play overcooked. I had opened up a lot about my past with him & he did too. I think it connected us a lot deeper & he had said he struggled with depression to. He said he's told me more things than most people know about him which was kind of nice. Overcooked was hilarious, we had so much fun. Honestly he makes me laugh so hard. I felt like I was flirting with him a lot & trying to hint at him. Finally at like 2 or 3am I think i jokingly said he hurt my feelings & he asked how he could make it up to me which is when I got super shy. He obviously knew & kissed me. It was pretty hot if I'm being honest. He's a really good kisser. He said earlier in the night that he loved my smile & my eyes so it was great to know he was attracted to me lol. i ended up staying over but nothing happened, we just cuddled & he was very respectful that I didn't want to do anything further. We cuddled a lot which was nice, & I think we passed out around 5am. I was up way too early & kind of laid & tossed for a bit till 10:30am. I felt like I was intruding a bit & didn't want to over stay my welcome, but he had said he didnt want to get up yet & pulled me in to cuddle him. Which we cuddled & talked till about 12:30. It was honestly just a really sweet wholesome night & morning. He still didn't try to take advantage of me which was great. He made me coffee & we had a relaxing hour before I thought i should go home at like 2pm. I went home & spent time with nova for a while. Then went to Waterhole to meet Drew for dinner. I didn't know what to expect really, I was nervous for sure. I'm not sure if he was nervous too, but our conversation isn't the best & that's why I didn't think it was going to be a long night. The first part was a bit bumpy & I wasn't sure. He's just not good at keeping a conversation going. He's super attractive though & has a good head on his shoulders. Actually to the point of being someone that I've been interested in & looking for. We talked a lot about red flags & what we were looking for in a relationship etc. We hung out till about 8pm ish though so 3 hours, it felt pretty good by the end of it & when we walked outside he said he wanted to see me again & I laughed asking if I checked off some boxes. He texted me later that he did want to go on another date so that was nice to hear.

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[loiswolf]

Day 54 July 25 Cornwall - Prescott 85kms

Last nights motel was ok but I’ve booked the last 2 through a company called Priceline and I’ve realised it’s a scam. The price they quote for the motel is in US dollars, then they add tax, then they convert it to Canadian dollars and it costs about $50 more. Then you convert it to Australian and it’s really a whole lot more than you originally thought. The best one to book through is Airbnb. They quote in Australian dollars and everything is included.

I booked todays place through Airbnb but then got a scare this morning when I received an email asking how my checkin experience was. The checking time was quoted as 8am -10am and checkout at 12pm. I was worried I had booked somewhere that rented rooms by the hour!

I sent a quick email off to my host and was reassured by her response. Turns out this place is fantastic but I’ll get to that later.

It rained a lot yesterday afternoon and through the night. I was hoping it would rain on me as a relief from the heat but it cleared before I left.

Just a few hundred metres from my motel was the bike path which is supposed to follow the river. I joined it as it looked pretty good and was often tree lined, providing shade.

It was also very pretty.

At 10kms it turned towards the river to cross over several islands. Google maps must know me well ( yes, creepy) because it was directing me to follow the highway. Hmmm, the path actually looked really nice and only a couple of kms longer so I decided to go that way.

It was really lovely!

The road connected 6 or 7 small islands, all of them named and many with camping grounds on them. I stopped on this causeway to watch the ducks for a while.

The path returned to the road at Upper Canada but veered off just before the highway. I continued to follow it, impressed with the quality of the river route…..until this

Yes, of course it couldn’t last! I took the gravel road back up to the highway and continued on until Morrisburg. 48kms done it was time for a break at my new favourite pit stop. The McDonald’s here pretend to have McCafes but they don’t. I remembered about the hotcakes…perfect!

Coffee, hotcakes, good wifi, a water bottle full of ice and Shirley just outside the window where I could keep an eye on her.

Getting the larger part of the ride done before midday is a good idea because the refreshing morning breeze turns into a strong headwind early in the afternoon. Yep, I was riding straight into it for at least the next 10kms. The road was a bit more sheltered by trees and had more bends in it after that so the following 20kms wasn’t quite so bad.

I reached Prescott at 2pm. I had been sent a code to self-checkin so even though it wasn’t supposed to be until 4pm, I used it.

What a great place! I wish there were more places like this that catered to single travellers. It’s a bit like a youth hostel but with single rooms. The rooms are quite small

But it doesn’t matter because there is a large communal area with a kitchen. The bathrooms are very clean ( the whole place is ) and there is breakfast food and good coffee available all day. I booked it on Airbnb and it’s really cheap compared to a motel. I soooo wish there were more places like this.

I enjoyed coffee and a bagel before doing my shopping run which added about 4kms to my total today. Tomorrow is going to be a bit longer. I hope that wind dies down!

[theretirementstory]

Good evening, it is currently 17c on this “fête des meres”, Mothers Day , here in France. What a day it has been to…….. but more about that later!

I feel as if I have done “not a lot” this week but when I think about it, perhaps I have done more than I give myself credit for. The usual cleaning jobs in the week have been done rather haphazardly, I did do the washing and got it all hung outside to dry, that was a ✔️ the ironing hasn’t been done so that’s a ❌ but I have been out and about, not just to the knitting workshop!

Everything was gearing up to Thursday, Ascension and a public holiday here. It was also the 30th Journée des Plantes in a nearby village, free bus from town would take me there and I had arranged to meet up with friends from Haute Marne for a coffee, before I “checked out” the 140 exhibitors. It was cloudy in the morning but the sun got out in the afternoon, I had thought to get the 2pm bus home but I was enjoying it all so much that I ended up on the 4pm bus. I was worn out when I got home.

I had been to the cinema earlier in the week, I was the only person in watching the movie and was really into the tale, when suddenly the screen went blank and the emergency lighting came on. I sat for a while, hoping that it would start up again, however, I began to wonder if anyone else was around! I went into the foyer and called “ allo, allo” there was no response. Suddenly from the bowels of the cinema (or just the basement) the young man appeared and said that the storm outside had knocked the electricity off. He said 3 minutes (how precise)! The lights came back on but no film, he re-appeared carrying the laptop and I had to say “oui” when he got back to the part where it had cut out. I was conscious of the time as people were coming in to see Downton Abbey II. Now you may think that after an experience like that you would be wary about going back to the cinema, but no! I went again on Saturday to see Downton Abbey II (in English). I was not alone that time, one other person was in to see it. I have to admit to crying, but I think the other lady did shed a tear too. When I left the cinema I went into town where something called “vélo folies” was taking place. There was an artisan market in the square, and the roads were closed to cars so that people could get on a bike, scooter or anything to transport them…….. one man was wearing roller boots! The Mayor of our town was on a bike as was the Mayor of Troyes who had come along for the day. It is well to see that the warmer days are coming, there is just so much going on, not just in my town, but in neighbouring villages too.

My friend’s Mum celebrated her 90th birthday this week, how amazing. They were going away for a few days, I think at that age people don’t want a big fuss over their birthday.

My wifi is playing up and I will need to ring up the provider on Monday. I start to watch a tv programme and the wifi “drops off”, I am in the middle of a video call and the same thing happens. I suspect it may be that 1) some “engineer “ has messed about with the wiring in the big box up the road, 2) because I don’t pay for fibre they want to sicken me off or 3) atmospherics …… I don’t believe number 3 for one minute! It started on Thursday evening and it is really getting to me now.

Today I had planned to go to the market at the Chateau at Vaudremont. I was awake early and decided to leave home about 9am so that I was there and back before too many people arrived. I was there early and I spent a lovely time chatting to my friend (one of the exhibitors) I bought some lovely goats cheese, two enormous red radish and two navets, I tried both of these on bread and they were delicious. I also picked up some beautiful strawberries, now I know I am picking mine, but they only seem to be coming in two’s and three’s so it was lovely to sit and eat quite a few strawberries. I returned home for lunch and then walked to the next village where a “vide grenier” was taking place. I had gone to look and see if I could get something different for the garden to add a bit of interest. I bought a couple of pots, a shallow metal tray and an object which was standing on the ground but I was told should be turned the other way around. I think it may have been the cover for a large wall light. I liked how it was standing and said I wanted it for my garden. This got some strange expressions but it is in situ along with the pots and the shallow metal tray which I have added water to, on the off chance that the birds may like a bath!

I will bid you a bonne soirée.

#barsuraube #chateaudevaudremont #nature #photography #trees

[hopelesslyfallenninlove]

It's just you ~ Cordelia Goode x reader

It's been a tough 2 weeks lately. I've been at work non stop and I haven't been able to talk to my girlfriend all that often. This honestly sucks all I want to do is hang out with my girlfriend. When I get home she's already sleeping and a few hours later I have to leave for work so we never get to see each other. I would love to talk to her about what's going on and why I've had to work so much but I want to do it in person and not over the phone. I sure hope Cordelia will forgive me once this weeks over. You see I've been working so much to be able to get her the ring of her dreams or at least the ring she deserves. I have made plans this Saturday to finally propose after being together for 3 years, she is the one and I knew from our second date together. The first date was just about first meeting and learning things but the second date that's when she showed me her true self and ever since then I knew that Cordelia Goode was the one for me. I didn't care if she is a witch or the supreme, I just want her to be as happy or more as she makes me. I'm a better person with her than I was before.

It's Friday night and I'm home at 10pm. I'm so revealed that these 3weeks are over. I can finally spend time with my baby and ask her to marry me with the perfect ring. As I make my way upstairs I see Cordelia's office light on and decide to make some tea and bring it to her, she can over work herself sometimes. I get into the kitchen and start the kettle, then I go upstairs to change out of my work clothes. By the time I get back to the kitchen the kettle starts to whistle, I get 2 cups out and put green tea into both of ours. Then I make my way to her office. I knock on the door and hear a soft come in, I open the door and see her with her glasses on looking at some papers. She looks up as soon as the door closes.

"Y/N, your home" Cordelia smiles softly.

"Yeah, I just got home a few minuets ago and saw your light so I made us some tea." I walk over and give her a kiss on her head and give her the tea.

"I got a few more papers go get through then I'll be up there" Cordelia tells you and motions to the room with her head.

"Okay, I'll leave you to that, and I'll wait upstairs." I take my tea and head upstairs. As I'm waiting up stairs I scroll through my phone trying to find some flower pedals for tomorrow. I hear the door open and I quickly turn my phone off and place it on the night stand.

"What were you looking at?" Cordelia asks while approaching the bed.

"Oh, nothing just scrolling through Facebook, do you have any plans for tomorrow?" I ask trying to distract her from my phone.

"The girls and I have a tour in the morning, then after that nothing." Cordelia says with a small smile that doesn't reach her eyes.

"Okay, good keep your evening open. We should get some sleep, it's been along day." With that said I turn off my lamp and turn to go to sleep.

It's the next morning, and Cordelia had already left with the girls by the time I woke up. I have a few things to do before tonight. I take a shower, have some coffee and get dressed for the day. I make my way to the ring shop first to pick up the ring then make my way to the grocery store to grab some red wine and some food to make as well. Then I go to the flower shop and get red and white rose pedals. As I make my way home, I get a call from my boss. "Y/N you get you ass to the office now. You never sent me that file." He then hangs up not giving me a chance to respond. Dammit, just when I thought I had a break, as soon as I get home I put everything away and grab my badge. I get to the office around 2pm since it's a 2 hr and 30 min drive away. Cordelia must be home by now, I send her a quick text saying that there was an emergency at the office I will so my best to get it fixed as fast as possible. I open the file and make sure everything is there before sending it, that takes about 1hr because there is so much there and I also had to add a few things hear and there. I send it and go home, sending a text to my boss that it is sent and I'm taking the next week off. To my surprise he is okay with that. It is about 6pm by the time I get home and looks like the girls are out, probably at a party. I make my way inside and see Cordelia at the dinner table with what I had picked up cooked and ready.

"Hi, baby I'm so sorry I had to go in and this was what I was supposed to do for you." I say as I make my way to her and try and give her a kiss on the lips but she moves her head so I kiss her cheek. "Is everything alright?"

"No, Y/N it is not we haven't had any time together for 3 weeks and then you tell me not to make any plans after the tour and you are gone when I get home and tell me you had to go into work?! Is there someone else? Am I not good enough for you? Do you not love me anymore? What is it tell me now and leave so I don't have to continue living like this with my heart broken." Cordelia begins to bawl and I feel my heart ache for her, I never meant for her to get hurt.

"Delia there is no-"

"No you can't call me that anymore." Cordelia snaps at me.

"There is no one else. It is just you and only you. You are more then good enough for me, you-" She cuts me off again.

"No stop no more lies, we are done do you hear me we are done." When she says this I feel her move my chair back with her powers and force me to get up. She's never done this to me before and she promised that she would never ever use her powers on me, under any circumstances.

"Cordelia Goode, you promised me that no matter what, under no circumstances you would never use your powers on me. You haven't even listened to what I had to say." I start by saying, then out of nowhere she is in front of me and has my up against a wall with her powers and I can't move.

"You, do not get to say anything about promised Y/F/N. I have given you the chance to speak and you have just told lies. You are no longer welcome hear and if I see you hear you will not like it." At this time the girls come home and Zoe rushes up to us and tries to get Cordelia off of me, I'm crying and scared. I've never thought Cordelia would hurt me or scare me in anyway. "I want you gone now" with that said she lets me go and I can see marks on my wrists.

I nod and just take the box and letter I wrote out of my pocket and had it to her. I then just walk out and go to a hotel room. The letter has an explanation of what/why I was at work the past 3 weeks, I had wrote a letter so I would be able to read it off and not have to worry about not saying the right thing. I don't even know if I want to go back after what just happened. Speaking of which my wrists have red lines that burn. I begin to cry again, a few minuets later my phone starts to go off, I see Cordelia's contact name and I just ignore it then I see Zoe's a few minuets later. I do answer Zoe's because I will never not give the girls advice. "Hello, Zoe are you alright?"

"Y/N, I know Delia hurt you but please come back. You know she was just hurt and didn't mean to do that. Please Y/N she's worried about you and she read the letter and feels so bad she didn't let you talk. Just please come back." Zoe starts to plead with me.

"I don't think I can Zoe. She hurt me really bad, my wrists are burned. I'm scared of what she will do next. I'm sorry but I will send someone to come and grab my stuff later. Good bye" With that I hang up and think about my decisions that lead up to this moment. I know I did not communicate that well these last 3 weeks and I feel terrible about that, but that does not give her the right to use her magic on me and hurt me. I'm sitting watching TV it is about 11pm at night when I hear a knock at the door. Thinking it's just housekeeping asking if I need anything I open the door. When I look up I see Cordelia with puffy red eyes and then I see the ring on her finger. It's perfect, just as I thought it was going to be. "Cordelia, wha-what are you doing here?"

"Y/n/n, I'm so sorry I hurt you. I never ever want to hurt you in anyway. I'm so disgusted with myself that I used my magic and hurt you. I read you letter and I'm sorry I didn't let you talk and I just assumed the worst. I know you would never do that to me and I know that you love me very much. Please can we just move past this and can we please just go back home and sleep together in the same bed. Please Y/N/" Cordelia pleads with me, while crying. This is my Cordelia this is who I fell in love with.

"Yes, on one condition." I say and she looks at me expectantly to go on. "Will you Marry me?"

"Yes, oh yes I will" Cordelia brings me to a huge kiss and we go back home. I fall asleep while holding her. This is where I'm supposed to be for the rest of my life, here with Cordelia.

#lgbt #cordelia goode x reader #cordelia foxx x reader #ahs coven #ahs x reader

[astaroth1357]

A Lazy Day with MC and the Brothers

I was just chilling one day and thought about how a lazy day in with our boys might be like… I like hijinks, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes we ought to slow down too, you know?

Check my Masterlist for more!

Warning: Slight NSFW-ish? I dunno how to tag innuendo...

Lucifer

First off, hats off for managing to convince the guy to just do nothing for any length of time. That’s some seriously impressive persuasive powers, MC, you sure you don’t know how to charm?

Lazy Lucifer=Sleepy Lucifer. He spends so many nights up late getting work done then follows it up by getting up early in order to wrangling his brothers. It's honestly like it all catches up with him... He’s sleeping in and he’s sleeping in HARD.

Might text one of his brothers to bring them in a late breakfast at some point (never mind the fact it’s practically dinner). Beel would be the one most likely to agree to it, but he also may just eat whatever he picked up on the way there so hopefully someone else is feeling charitable… Try Asmo.

Honestly, his entire goal is to not leave the bedroom at all. If he leaves, then he runs the risk of people seeing him… wait for it... relaxing. Oh, just imagine the scandal!!

Some classical music, a bit of conversation, and maybe a good book in bed would all sound like heaven to him. They may have to get up to make some tea to go along with it, just remind him that drinking coffee on your recharge days can have the opposite effect. The taste of coffee could always just end up reminding him of work anyway…

The evening can go one of two ways. Calm and peaceful or "stress relieving." If they chose the stress relieving option, best be prepared because he'll have a whole night's worth of stress to let out and he's going to need some help… 😏

Mammon

He’s going to want to be close to the MC the whole time, they can hold onto him or him onto them, whatever works. It doesn’t matter as long as there’s still some kind of contact happening.

A whole day with just him and the MC? And they don’t even have to be doing anything? Where can he sign up??

Cue a lot of doing nothing in particular with Mammon tangled up on them in some way: hugging their waist while he checks his phone, resting their legs on his lap during a gaming session, wrapping himself around them while they just have casual conversation. That kind of thing.

When they eventually get hungry then he might pop down to the kitchen and make them some instant noodles (I wouldn’t trust much else he tries to make since… well we know he kind of just adds whatever’s around to his food).

He might start getting a little restless part of the way through the day though, so they’re going to have to do something to get that energy out… 🤔

Use your imagination, I know this fandom can.

Leviathan

The reigning Prince of Lazy Days. Everything about Levi screams “goof off/game night buddy” (at least if the MC is a fellow otaku anyway).

He probably didn’t sleep the night before because he was playing/watching something so the morning will go down one of two ways: 1) He just pulls an all-nighter and begins to progressively lose his mind as the day goes on, or 2) He’s dead to the world until 2pm. Only one of those options is entertaining so you know what I'm going with.

Things will go pretty smoothly through the morning. They don’t have to go anywhere because his room has plenty of snacks so they can just chill out and watch anime or play video games.

Buuut stuff will get more dicey as the afternoon rolls around and his sleep deprivation sets in. He’ll start losing a lot of his filter and may ramble for even longer than normal with even less coherency. He’ll also get more um… "bold" than usual.

Or he may just want to cuddle with them while he babbles on about how much he loves them and how warm they are and how much they remind him of Henry, which reminds him have they seen the latest season of “My Life with Seven Demon Brothers Who All Love Me!” yet because the main character there also reminds him of them and-

He’ll pass out eventually, probably latched onto them somehow with his tail around them tenderly. Don’t bring it up to him in the morning because he will unsuccessfully try to deny it ever happened.

Satan

Not opposed to the occasional lazy day. It actually does good for his nerves since holding in all that pent-up anger can feel like stuffing an elephant into a tea kettle sometimes...

They’re going to want to get him out of his bedroom or the library if they don’t want to fight for his attention against whatever new book he’s eating through today. When the man gets engrossed then it’s like nothing else matters, the House could split in two and he'll only notice if he suddenly can’t reach his drink anymore...

May actually be advantageous to go outside with him, take a nice stroll around the House while having some interesting conversation. They could poke his brain about anything that suits their fancy while they’re out amongst the trees and nature.

If they don’t want to go outside and rather take their chances with the book then okay but the engrossment problem still applies. He may even forget to eat...

Best way to combat his lack of attention is to be a little brat that’s juuust cute enough not to piss him off. It’s a delicate balance. That means getting real close to him, like sitting on his legs, and just occasionally reminding him of their presence with longing looks while tapping, flicking, or messing with the book from time to time (yes, kind of like an attention-seeking cat).

Play it just right and they’ll get attention on them alright, but he may also be looking to punish his “needy kitty." Hope that’s what they’re aiming for... 🤷‍♀️

Asmodeus

Really? They want to do nothing? Nothing at all? Are they sure they don’t want to do him instead...? 😏

A relaxing day with Asmo is more or less like a day spent wrapped up in mutual worship and adoration. The guy wants all of their attention and love but he’ll return it and then some. As long as they treat him like the love of their lives it will honestly be like having their own day spa day in Heaven.

If the MC wants to relax, then he’s just the sort to know how to provide for them both. The only question is how do they want it?

The man can give them a full treatment, I mean, just look at his bathroom alone! A good soak in a hot bath, facial masks, back massages, mani-pedis, just say the word MC and he’s more than willing to bestow whatever their little heart desires. That’s his job, isn’t it?

Asmo may be a party boy, but if it’s a little TLC you need, emphasis on the T, then look no farther MC. He’s the guru.

On the flipside if they’re looking for a little release well… who better to ask than Asmo right? He’ll make sure they’ll never want to leave that bed again. 🤭

Beelzebub

As long as snacks are still involved then he’s all in, babe. He’ll do nothing with them all day as long as they keep him fed.

Two words. Couples. Cooking. They can’t skip a meal with Beel so if they’re going to spend lazy time with the dude then they better be planning on being a tag along to the kitchen.

It doesn’t have to be a super strict though, it’s not like they’re not cooking with Barbatos or anything, so they can goof off and make a bit of a mess together. Chances are Beel will eat the ingredients to whatever they’re making anyway so... 😅

A lot of lingering touches and just being close to each other as they go. He might want to hold their waist while they stir or they end up feeding each other in cutesy ways... Really it’s a ridiculously wholesome time.

At one point a food fight may break out and they'll cover themselves in flour, tomato sauce, or some other kind of messy food substance...

Careful, MC. Whatever they get covered in will likely only make them look more delicious to him and he might want to "clean them off".... They'll need to take that out of the kitchen, though, like what if someone needs a snack??

Belphegor

The reigning King of Lazy Days. Take notes, MC, for you are watching the Master at work...

Sleeping in and cuddling is a must. He will not let them leave the bed all morning for anything less than a Category Four Emergency (i.e. “I’m going to starve to death” or “I really gotta go piss”). He will pin them under his sleeping body if he has to!

Once they’ve thoroughly missed breakfast and half past noon rolls around he might call in takeout from Hell’s Kitchen for them to eat in the attic room. Expect some cheeky conversation, probably jokes at the expense of his brothers. Cuddling is still absolutely happening, of course, they cannot shake him off.

May borrow an anime from Levi to watch while they snuggle on the couch. He has all the best blankets in the House so they will be neither cold nor uncomfortable throughout.

His hands get a little grabby during these kinds of cuddle sessions, especially during tense moments in the show because he likes to give them a little jolt to make them yelp, the jerk... 😖

If he manages to not drift off during the show (flip a coin on that chance) the night will end in the planetarium, backs on a pile of blankets while they draw pictures in the stars… All hail the King. 😏

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios

[sidespart]

For the fic title thing: Make Up Your Mind/Catch Me I’m Falling

Make Up Your Mind (this seriously got away from me and became basically a whole string of conscious fic whoops)

Logince, Bakery/coffeeshop AU Mutual Pining/ Not-Actually-Unrequited love, + loceit friendship

So Janus owns a Bakery (struggling to think of a snake/lie based bread pun for the name but ehh). He is the head only baker and sends most of his time in the basement kitchen blasting the phantom of the opera soundtrack and kneading dough. 

Logan is his childhood friend. Janus hired him as cashier after Logan dropped out of collage but then he never left and is now basically manager/ accountant/ hbic of this whole operation.

So one night as Janus is leaving he’s casually like: ‘oh by the way, a couple are coming by tomorrow for a wedding cake consultation’

And Logan blocks the door and is like: ‘Janus. We don’t do wedding cakes. We don’t even do cake. You only make weird artisanal bread. it took me 6 months and 8 powerpoint presentations to convince you to sell banana loaf’

Jan, his eye enormous: ‘but Logan, you should have heard this guy on the phone. They only want to use LGBTQ businesses for their wedding, they want to support the community that’s supported them for so long. He spoke so passionately and eloquently about why it just had to be us I couldn't say no’

Logan, his eyes not enormous: did you tell this man we make wedding cakes just to make the phone conversation end?

Janus: I was going to miss the murder, she wrote marathon, Logan 

So Jan manages to escape, and Logan rolls his eyes but like. This is nowhere near the worst ‘cleaning up after Janus lied to get out of a situation and made everything more complicated for no goddamm reason’ incident that he has had to deal with during the course of their friendship so, whatever: he can tell the couple there was a miscommunication when they show up in the morning. 

Next day, the guys arrive. Virgil, who barley introduces himself and then stays hunched in his hoodie not speaking for the whole meeting, and Roman. 

Roman does not have a problem speaking. Roman has lots of ideas.

Roman has a binder. 

Somehow in the course of this conversation Logan goes from ‘we don’t make wedding cakes’ to ‘I’LL SHOW YOU, WE’LL MAKE THE BEST GODDAMM WEDDING CAKE THIS TOWN HAS EVER SEEN’

Maybe it was the passion of Romans argument. Maybe it was the slightly disdainful look on his face when he looked round the shop. Maybe it was the ridiculous amount of money he was prepared to pay (see: Janus insists on only making specific, weird bread as to why the shop’s always on the brink of collapse). Maybe it was the power of the binder (Logan is like 80% sure Roman hit him with the binder at one point). Maybe its just Logan hasn't had a full blown passionate argument like that since high school debate club and the rush of adrenaline made him dumb.

Whatever the reason - they’re now fully committed to making this 6 tier, purple and blue, Disney inspired, multiflavoured wedding cake

(Janus, who skipped out on the meeting because he is Like That: But Logan....we don’t make wedding cakes...this was really irresponsible of you...

 Logan: I know where you sleep. I could kill you at any time) 

Which would be doable (the weddings a while off, and Logan is ready to RESEARCH) except Roman keeps. Coming. Back. 

With new ideas. And tweaks. And suggestions. All of them seemingly designed to make the cake less structurally sound. 

Basically every time he comes in they end up having a blazing row, first about Romans inability to make up his mind about the cake and then about...literally everything. One time they spent 25 minuets arguing about whether or not Shakespeare wrote all of his plays, which somehow turns into ‘who was the best host of blues clues?’ which then turned  into ‘how would nationalised healthcare best be implemented?’ (the loudest arguments were during the blues clues section).Logan had even fewer customers then normal that day.

(Logan: I hate that guy so much! He shows up at 2pm every day and now my blood pressure has started going up at 1.55pm in anticipation of the fight! He’s causing me actual medical distress because he’s so stupid!

Janus:...you’ve memorised some guys schedule and your heart starts racing whenever you see him?

Logan: yes! because he is my enemy!

Janus:...

Janus: mmKay.)

ANYway, one day Roman turns up and is like: Can’t fight today. Need caffeine. Must Study. and sequesters himself on one of their two rinky dink tables and starts pulling enormous textbooks out of his bag. Turns out Roman is in law school, he’s back home for the whole summer to help with wedding prep and has been neglecting his summer reading. He wants to be an environmental lawyer and, ideally, singly handily prosecute every oil company and give a speech at the UN whilst wearing an immaculately fitted Italian suit. 

Logan has a panicked moment of OH NO HE’S SMART (he doesn't need an oh no he’s hot moment because Roman’s been hot the whole time). Very carefully he does not think about how upset hearing Roman mention the wedding again made him feel, and then shares a bit about his own anxiety during college which led to him dropping out.

Roman says degree or no degree its obvious Logan is one of the smartest, most capable people Romans ever met.

Cue: blushing, stammering, Logan standing up to quickly and knocking half a pot of coffee over etc etc all that good fluff. 

And after that their conversations are less confrontational (although they still debate like. everything.) and more friendly.

They have one (1) more conversation about the wedding wherein Roman apologises for being so stressed and snappy over all the preparation stuff but he just wants everything to be perfect for Virgil. (Logan, awkwardly: you must love him a lot. Roman, himbo-ly: Yeah!) aaand then Logan changes the subject to the best rhyming structure because Romans big sappy grin is making his heart do awful twisty things-

And eventually, Roman asks Logan to go out with him outside the bakery.

Logan: hahaha this is friendship, we are great friends, we are going out as friends. I am not going on a date with a man with a fiancé because that would be the actions of a crazy person.

 So they go on their date. It’s amazing. Roman leans in for a kiss at the end and Logan is delighted!

And then devastated.

He pushes Roman away, yells some creative insult (malodorous centurion?) and flees. Spends the next week basically hiding in the kitchen area, refusing to see any customers and working on the wedding cake.

(which is looking perfect by the way)

So after a week of Logan moping round the kitchen Janus finally blocks the door to stop him leaving and demand he tells him what the hell is wrong. And after a few minuets of filibustering Logan ends up telling him everything.

“In any case, the very fact that he is the kind of man who would cheat on his fiancé means he’s not the kind of man I thought he was. Therefore any alleged feelings I may have developed towards him would now be null and void” says Logan, looking like the worlds sadist accountant

Janus: So...wait. You’re saying wedding cake guy and hot lawyer guy are the same person?

(Logan: you need to come out of the basement more often Janus: YOU need to tell me what’s going on in your life more often. (they have had this conversation many times in the past))

So Janus sincerely tells Logan he’s sorry...and that he’s even more sorry that he needs him to help him deliver the cake to the venue tomorrow.

(this thing is way to big for one person to carry and there’s no way Jan would trust any of their occasional teenage cover staff to do this and ‘we’ll go round the back and you wont have to see anyone anyway comon Lo’ you basically built this monstrosity you should see it home)

So, reluctantly, Logan goes. And they go round the back as promised, and get this enormous cake settled, and then get told to wait there one sec cus one of the grooms is going to come sign for it and before Logan can throw himself out of the widow (get OFF me Janus we’re on the ground floor it’s FINE)  from behind them they hear squeeing.

There’s a curly haired dude in a pastel blue linen suit who Logan has never seen before in his life looking at the cake and cooing over ‘all the little details! its perfect! oh Virgil is going to love this! You know he was so embarrassed about asking for a Disney themed cake he had to ask Roman to go with him to -”

“Who ARE you?”

The man blinked at Logan, who realised dimly that he still had one foot up on the windowsill and slowly returned it to the floor. 

“I’m Patton” said Patton.

“And I’m Janus” said Janus, removing his arms from where they’d still been clamped around Logan’s waist and stepping smoothly towards Patton, clipboard held aloft “A pleasure to meet you, if you could just sign here...”

“BUT-” Patton paused, hand still raised to accept the clipboard, and looked over again at Logan who found himself mumbling:  “but - but the groom is supposed to sign for it?”

And Patton just smiled at him looking a bit bemused and goes ‘I am the groom? And who are you kiddo?”

Logan says he’s Logan. Patton suddenly looks a whole lot less friendly. 

“Oh.” says Patton. “You.”

And since Logan’s mind is currently refusing to take in the information in front of him Janus is the one who ends up stepping in between them and going “so just for 100% transparency - you are Patton. 

“yes?”

“and today you are marrying the love of your life: Virgil?”

“Yes!”

“And are either of you, at any point today, also planning on marrying one Roman Sanders, caffeine addict and terrible communicator?”

And Paton burst out laughing and says “ROMAN? Virgil’s big brother Roman? He’s my best man but I don’t think we’re planning to take it any further...”. And because Patton is apparently much quicker on the emotional uptake than Logan he gives him a vey soft, if slightly exasperated, look and says:

“Roman - who again, is my future brother-in-law- is helping set up in the main hall.”

And Logan likes to think he said thank you before he took off fucking RUNNING through the building but he can’t be sure.

So he gets to the hall, where a load of people are setting out chairs, putting up flowers etc,  and skids to a stop at one end of the aisle. Shouts: “ROMAN.” (Roman and Virgil, who were standing at the other end arguing over a flower arrangements, both look up) “YOU’RE NOT MARRYING YOUR BROTHER.”

“um.” Says Roman “No?”

Explanations are given. Virgil, who is a lot more talkative now that he’s not on 7th wedding appointment of the day burn out, is ready to physically fight Logan for breaking his brothers heart. And then once he understands the full story is ready to kill both of them for being such dumbasses.

Roman: But I s2g I told the guy on the phone that it was the groom and best man coming??? Logan: Yeah he might have lied and said you were a couple for a joke, or he may have just straight up not listened to you. Either way, he is just Like That.

Logan: WHY DID YOU NEVER MENTION VIRGIL WAS YOUR BORTHER?? Roman: I WAS TRYING TO GET TO KNOW YOU AND ALSO SEDUCE YOU WHY WOULD I WASTE TIME TALKING ABOUT MY LITTLE BROTHER??? Virgil: Yeah...he does like talking about himself, sorry he’s just  Like That.

Anyway it all ends fluffily, Patton and Virgil get married. Roman cries. Logan and Jan hang around for the wedding. Roman and Logan hold hands throughout the speeches and dance during the reception. Roman has to go back to law school soon but they agree to call each other every day at 2pm to catch up and argue. 

Janus gets off with the moustachioed DJ. 

And Roman and Logan get another chance at their first kiss.

#sanders sides fic #logince #roman sanders #logan sanders #Loceit #Platonic Loceit #janus sanders #SANDERs sides #YEAH THIS ONE ALSO GO AWAY FROM ME #i might write some of these scenes up properly or draw them out #this was fun #fake fic meme #sidespart writes #Anonymous

[leahseclipse]

Early stages

(Gif by @zhuzhubii​ )

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: When Spencer starts dating someone, his work gets in the way, causing more problems than he thought it would.

Category: Fluff/ ~Angst

Warnings: Mentions of case, usual cm stuff, but mostly fluff

Requested by @definitelynotkatesblog​ (ily Katie!!)

A/N: Okay guys be ready, 'cause you're in a full ride for a fluff fic with baby Reid ;) I just fking love writing baby Reid, he's *screams internally* (you got the idea) anyway, enjoy!!!

Word count: 5.1k

After shortly visiting his mother after he wasn't able to visit her for a week because of work, he had made his way back to the office, checking his watch that indicated him that it was 5:44PM as he left the building; the weather was quite comfortable when he had gotten outside.

His phone had run out of battery, resulting in hurrying back to the office in case he had been called for a case, as he was way too embarrassed to ask for someone's phone to call JJ. 

Spencer never was comfortable to talk with people, it had been a bit difficult to feel at ease with his colleagues at first, but eventually he got the hang of it, but in general, when he doesn't know people, it's a different thing. 

The first impression that they usually have when he begins rambling about things that come out of his head is that he's either weird, before he explains the "I can read 20 000 words per minute, I have an eidetic memory and an IQ of 187…" thing. 

They also freeze for a minute, trying to understand what he just said, for the simple reason that when he rambles about binary code for example, not everyone tends to understand the way he explains it when he uses the proper terms. 

As he was in a hurry, he didn't manage to get the time he needed for putting his stuff back in his satchel, so a few of the books he had originally taken from his apartment and the ones his mother had given him to read were in his arms. He just had to hope the books wouldn't end up on the floor because he'd stumble into someone on the way.

And a few seconds later, what he hadn't hoped for unfortunately happened.

He hadn't seen the girl who was running in front of him while he was in his thoughts. She seemed to be in a hurry from the way she was running.

He had managed to save a few books from falling to the ground, only two or three had fallen.

"Oh- I-I'm sorry! Let me help!" She had said, panicking.

"It's okay, don't...worry." He reached out his hands towards the girl's hand that was holding the two books, as he looked at her.

She was beautiful.

The kind of beautiful girl that takes your breath away.

It had taken him a few seconds to come back to reality after he had froze when he had seen her face.

"A-are you okay? I hope you...didn't get hurt."

"Don't worry! Everything's okay! I...uh, gotta go, I'm so sorry for the inconvenience, have a great day!" She hurried out before running past him down the street.

He hadn't even gotten the time to ask for her name, she was already gone when he had glanced behind him. 

He had let out a sigh, before walking in the opposite way, in hopes to see her again, even if it wouldn't be soon, or never, if she wasn't from around.

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For once, the beginning of the day had happened to be quite calm, everyone had managed to get more sleep and head to the office at eight o'clock instead of two in the morning.

Spencer had felt relieved about that, just a few days ago, the usual coffee shop he goes to and that happens to be closer to his apartment had reopened after the works that needed to be done were completed.

He didn't feel like drinking the coffee they had at the office, it wasn't horrible, but not as good at the one he usually drinks from the shop.

Before he had stepped inside, he had called Morgan to ask him and eventually the team if they wanted him to grab coffee.

It wasn't a serious thing that could go to the point of a real fight if he wouldn't ask them, but he'd get "lectured" by Morgan for a few minutes before he'd give up.

It only was a simple joke between the members, but Spencer didn't really go well with the joke stuff. 

After he had scribbled down the orders on a paper before hanging up, he stepped inside the shop, waiting in line behind someone.

"I can't join you guys tonight, sorry. I'm not sure that my boss would let me leave early….maybe on Thursday. Okay, yeah. It's gonna be my turn, I gotta go. Yeah, bye Sarah." 

He didn't mean to pay attention when she was talking on the phone, it happened before he even got the time to not do it, but the voice suddenly felt familiar.

'Where have I heard it?'

He searched for a bit in his mind, as the incident from a week ago popped up.

"Oh- I-I'm sorry! Let me help!"

"Don't worry! Everything's okay! I...uh, gotta go, I'm so sorry for the inconvenience, have a great day!"

The girl from the other day.

'Was it really her?'

He had asked himself that, because completely different people can have the same voice, and as for her hair, different people can happen to look the same when you can only see their backs.

Spencer had immediately thought that it must have been fate that allowed him to see her again, but he couldn't rush too fast, he wasn't really sure that it was her.

It wasn't until she had stepped further towards the counter when it happened to be her turn to order; causing Spencer to step out of his bubble and step forward as well.

Deep inside him, he knew that it was her, he was sure, but his lack of social interaction made him create an excuse so that he wouldn't have to talk to her.

He didn't want her to think that he's weird because he'd ask for her name, and possibly her number if the conversation goes well, but he couldn't rush.

He still had to manage to place a word in order to initiate the conversation first.

If only.

When her order was done and handed to her after the payment had been given, she was on her way to the exit, suddenly stopping to take her bag from the side to the front before opening it, probably to look for something.

He didn't exactly know what went on in his mind at that moment; his brain must have sent a signal or something for him to move instead of watching her go.

He still doesn't know how he managed to place a word.

"Um...excuse me? I don't know if you remember me but we kinda...uh, talked, well uh...I, we ran into each other first, but don't worry, it was totally ok, you didn't...do anything bad, I- sorry, I'm rambling."

"No, it's okay! I remember you. I'm glad to know that, I was afraid I did something bad, you reassured me now. Thanks for asking me how I was...I'm sorry, what's your name?"

"It's Spencer R-Reid. I also uh...generally introduce myself by doctor, I'm not actually an MD, but I have three PhDs, but uh...since I'm not actually here for professional terms, I thought that doctor would have been too um...strict..? I…"

'You're rambling again Spencer, she looks even more confused now.' 

"Is Spencer fine then?"

"Y-yeah, it is. What should I...call you?"

"Oh, y/n is just fine." 

"Um...okay. Y/N," He paused, as he desperately tried to convince himself to ask her the question that had been in his mind since he had seen her. 

"I know all of this is sudden, because we barely know each other and I may seem kind of weird because of what I'm asking but, what about we uh...see each other later, hang out, you know?"

"Yeah, why not? I'm free tomorrow, what about 2PM, same place? You'll show me some of your books, I guess. I really liked the blue one you had, I can't remember the name."

"Oh, t-that one?." He said, rapidly taking it from his bag to show it to her as she nodded.

"That one, yeah, it really sounds interesting, will you tell me more about it tomorrow?"

"I will."

"Great! I can't wait, see you tomorrow."

"See you." He said, as he watched her making her way to the exit before disappearing in the corner of the street.

Well, turns out it wasn't as bad as he had imagined it would be in his head. At least that's one thing done. 

He couldn't wait for that day, and the next one to go by so that he could finally talk to her. He wanted to show her the book, answer her questions, give her information, he wanted to hear her voice, see her expressions. It had only taken just a glance to fall in love with her.

She might not feel the same way now, but even seeing her would be enough.

The excitement and waiting had been worth it when he had seen her again. He was already there for an hour, he didn't want to be late and made her wait at all. It never was his type to be late, especially if he's about to spend time with a person he likes.

She was wearing a beige cardigan along with a white top under it, and black jeans, tucked under her black shoes. He had noticed every single detail. 

Someone else would have probably found it weird and compared that behavior to a psychopath's; but he couldn't just give a single glance at her and stop looking, but eventually, he'd had to stop staring if he didn't want to scare her.

When he had begun talking with her, he understood what people meant when they felt like they knew someone for an eternity. 

Spencer had felt at ease when they talked, she'd listen to him, even if he noticed that she had understood half of what he had said, but still tried to somehow figure it out before he had explained, and kinda understood and didn't at the same time.

He had noticed that she'd put her thumb on her lips every time she was thoughtful.

He clearly had the behavior of a psychopath by picking up everything she'd do; but he couldn't help himself but look at her features, her manners, the way her hair bounced back and forth, the way her eyes lightened up when a subject she appreciated came up in the conversation.

In that moment, she was the only thing his mind was focused on. He hadn't even noticed that he had barely drunk the half of his cup that was now cold when he had put his hands on it. 

He was too mesmerized by her to notice it.

Who would have thought that the small genius of the office, the one that not a single member of the team would imagine he'd talk to a girl, would actually talking to one, plus, managed to be the one to initiate the conversation? That clearly seemed impossible until that day.

But even if it seemed unreal, she was here, in front of him. 

It wasn't a dream.

What made him think it was a dream was because y/n was way out of her league, if someone would see them together they'd probably ask themselves how he did to talk with a girl that beautiful, from his point of view.

If she hadn't talked when he had started blanking, none of them would have been able to talk. She seemed more confident, but he still had noticed her hesitance when she started her sentences, or didn't know if she could ask for an easier meaning of his rambling.

Even if the most nervous of the two was probably him, he had told her not to hesitate if she needed to ask a question about whatever he was saying.

The team had often made him know that he often was talking without explaining, which caused him to have to explain everything from the beginning with easier terms, instead of the proper ones that no one could even understand if they didn't actually know the meaning beforehand.

They haven't talked about work at all, they just forgot about it. To Spencer, they were like two teenagers hanging out in a coffee shop after school. 

They had talked about books, their music taste, even if the conversation had mainly been made by her as Spencer was more fond of books than music, so, the conversations about books had been started by him in general.

She knew some books, but she wasn't reading often, and had admitted that she didn't know many authors, which Spencer gladly helped by proposing a hundred of authors.

He had unconsciously ended up overwhelming her a bit after proposing ten authors in a row; she had to gently stop him to ask him to come back to some of the authors he had listed.

But, nonetheless, the free hour and the few minutes had gone smoothly, and way too fast. 

"Shit, it's already 3:20. Um...do you want to stay in touch?"

"You mean that you want my...number?"

"Yeah. Gimme your phone genius." She said, as Spencer had nervously taken in from his pocket to give it to her, as she entered her number, handing it back when she was done. "I've already sent a message so I know who it is. I really liked talking to you, that was nice."

"I-I liked it too. It's not everyday that I get to chat about books with someone else. I don't...really have a lot of people to talk it with."

"Well now you have someone. I would have told you to call me whenever you want, but I doubt my boss would like to see me on a call that's not related to work, so it would be in the evening, in case you want to talk."

"Same here. I'm pretty busy all day, but um...would you uh, like to hang out again sometime? I...it just crossed my mind, and I'd really like to hang out with you again. If you want, of course."

"Don't worry, it's okay. You know that I wouldn't dare to say no, I like to hang out with you too."

"So uh, if we can this week again, what do you say about two or six in the afternoon, tomorrow? I'll let you know if I can."

"You mean...like a date?"

"Yeah, I guess so?"

"Oh, a date it is then. I'll let you know too." She spontaneously answered, as she took her stuff and got up from her seat. "It sucks that we have to go, I wish we could have had more time, but unfortunately, we both work."

"Sucks, yeah. The hour went by fast." 

"It did. Way too fast." She let out a sigh, glancing at the door. "Well uh...see you later, I have to go n-now." She stuttered, as she waved at him before stepping out the shop.

"See you later y/n." 

And that was it, he definitely was head over heels with her. 

*

He suddenly found himself waking up in a start in the middle of a night when his phone began ringing.

It took him a few seconds to realize what was just happening, as he took the phone and answered before missing the call.

"What…? It's 4AM."

"Reid, it's Morgan, and yeah it's 4. We got a case so you gotta come."

"Seriously…? Okay, I'll be there in 15." 

"Got it. Don't be late." Morgan said, hanging up.

What an awesome way to start the day.

Just yesterday, he thought that his day would be calm, just for once. 

Well, he was wrong.

He grunted as he got up from the bed, before turning his lamp on in order to manage to see something instead of trying to find the light switch with the little light that was here.

It never took him a lot of time to get ready in the morning in general, he wasn't the type of person to linger when he'd get ready, he'd just go to the bathroom first to take a quick shower, taking his clothes in with him so he wouldn't have to search for them in his closet, he'll just have to dry up and put them on to save time.

Once he was done with the tasks he had in mind; he quickly checked that he had everything he'd needed, and proceeded to exit his apartment to make his way to work.

On his way, he had received a few messages to which he had answered, but accidentally went on y/n's contact.

'Shit.'

They were supposed to have a date today; and whether the case is nearby or in another state, he won't come back for at least more than a day, and probably won't have much time for the kind of chat they had the other day.

Well, that's another great way to start the day, because now he has to cancel a date he had been waiting for, and doesn't even know when they could set another day, or if it would even be possible at all.

The very least he could do, and the only one, would be to contact her to let her know.

Hopefully they'll be able to reschedule.

*

Turns out another killer decided to make the case longer, so turns out they had to reschedule once again.

He had messaged her earlier in the day before going in the jet, and the case happened to be longer than expected because they'd just discovered that another unsub could be involved. 

And as if it wasn't already bad, he was using the same m.o, but wasn't targeting the same type of victims, it totally was different. If he could say it that way, they just had 'another case'.

The week was going amazingly great, he wasn't even sure if the second rescheduling would even happen, no one could know of a case in advance, the only way for them to know was per a call. 

He would have to give her the same excuse every time.

She had kept sending messages as; 'it's okay.', 'don't worry', 'it's no big deal', but he couldn't figure out whether it truly didn't bother her, or if she pretended like it didn't bother her.

He didn't tell her what exactly his job was, so it really pained him to have to give the same excuse. She would probably start to wonder if he's not lying at some point later.

 Spencer really didn't want her to think he was making up excuses because he wants to avoid y/n, it's the opposite; he'd like to see her so bad, if he could just go and take the first plane to Quantico, he'd do it.

God, he hated that. It truly wasn't something he liked to do, especially to her in this situation. She really was nice, caring, attentive, an awesome person; he didn't like to put her in that situation at all.

He would have liked to have a second choice, but he didn't have any. He could only send her a message to let her know. He couldn't see her, but he couldn't bear imagining how disappointed she must have been.

His thoughts about what she must have been thinking were probably exaggerated after he thought of it. He could be worrying for nothing, and she could just be okay with it, as she told in her messages. He really hoped she didn't think he was avoiding her.

Let's hope they'll be able to reschedule.

*

"Again? God, is it ever gonna stop? I'm tired of it." Spencer slighted, he had to reschedule...again. 

"Trust me kid, everyone is. It's been a hell of a week we just had." Morgan answered Spencer, as he leaned back in his seat. "What got you so frustrated? You're not like that usually."

"What do you mean?"

"Come on kid, I can see that you have something on your mind. I would say that it was your mom, but even when you don't see her for a week, a call is enough for you to be calm. So...it is a girl?"

"What? No, it's not! I'm j-just frustrated, that's all! There's uh, nothing else."

"Then if there's 'nothing', why are you getting so nervous suddenly? You can tell me if you have a girl, we're like brothers Spencer."

"You know that you can really get annoying sometimes?"

"No. Probably because I'm not. Who do you think I am? I'm Derek Morgan, a funny and charming man." 

"Funny and charming, yeah. Clearly, the lack of sleep is seriously affecting your brain."

"I can assure you it isn't. Let me remind you that this whole conversation started because you didn't want to admit you had a girl."

"I don't have a girl, we just talk, we're not together."

"So you admit that you…sort of have one?"

"Fine, I kinda have one. But nothing serious is going on."

"I wouldn't have imagined that you'd manage to get a girl to talk to you one day."

"Why? Does everyone think I can't have a girlfriend here?"

"Mostly." Emily interrupted. "You can barely talk to girls in general. Well, it depends."

"What depends?"

"Lila Archer." Morgan answered.

"If you're talking about the kiss, she's the one who started!"

"And you kept going." Emily said.

"Okay- Where is the conversation going guys? I don't see any correspondence between the subject we were talking about and Lila." 

"If you say so, pretty boy."

"There's no 'if you say so.'. You're really annoying Derek. I'm gonna see if they need help in the other room. Bye." Spencer got up from his seat, waving at the two agents, before walking away.

*

Rescheduling.

Again.

He was sure that she was about to lose her patience at this point. 

And considering the amount of paperwork that would be waiting for him after the closure of the case, he began asking himself if they'd ever had a single minute one day.

He got out of the building, deciding to call her this time.

"Hello?"

"Uh, hi y/n, it's Spencer."

"Oh, do we have to reschedule again?"

"Yeah. Again."

"Spencer, is something wrong? It's been three times already."

"I know. It's just that….there's something I haven't told you." 

"And...what is it?"

"I...wasn't going to tell you at first, but...I work for the FBI."

"That's why? You could have told me, I wouldn't have been mad; but, if you didn't want us to see each other again, you could have let me know at least."

"Wait, no- I do want us to see each other again! I was just...really busy at the office, and I...didn't know how to tell you...that I work for the FBI. I didn't want to avoid you, not at all."

"It really is okay. I'm glad that you told me now. Thanks."

"I didn't want to lie to you anymore. I was already sad whenever I had to send you a message."

"I was a bit sad too, I really want to see you. Well, now that I know the reason why, call me again when you want to reschedule, it can be a real meeting, or just a call."

"I'm really gonna do my best, I swear y/n. I'll let you know as soon as possible." 

"I'll wait for your call then."

"Okay, uh...have a great day."

"You too." She said, as Spencer hung up, visibly looking irritated because of the situation.

*

The week had been surprisingly calm. 

Surprisingly, because by now, JJ would have come by to announce a new case, but she didn't. When everyone had seen her, she was walking calmly, not in a rush.

This was weird.

The past few days, when he'd finally think he could call y/n, JJ would burst in the office. But this time, she didn't. 

Today could really be a calm one. It could be. 

If he happened to have luck today, he could finally hang out with y/n. No more rescheduling. 

As everyone was either busy with paperwork, daydreaming, or doing something else, the office wasn't as noisy at it usually was. Only the sound of the doors, phones ringing and a few calm voices would eventually be heard by everyone.

The team's tasks had suddenly been interrupted by the voice of Rossi who stepped in the bureau.

"Guys, I was wondering, since we apparently don't have anything to do, what about a dinner party tonight, my place? Just thought about it." He asked, as a few sentences of agreement were soon heard. "And Reid, you're coming this time, don't you dare decline."

"I uh…plan to see someone. So, I don't really know."

"Then bring them to the party. I'm sure we'll like whoever you'll bring. It's all solved." Rossi clapped his hands together, turning to the other side when Emily had brought his attention.

'I guess it's happening then.'

He quietly got out of the bureau, walking in the direction of an empty conference room, closing the door behind him, before taking his phone from his pocket to dial a number he knew so well that he could type it with his eyes closed.

"Oh, hi Spencer, what's going on?"

"Are you free tonight? At um...8PM?"

"Yeah, I actually am. You know that I never have anything to do. Where do you want to go?"

"Actually, it's a surprise. I'll come to pick you up, uh…would it be too intrusive to ask for your adress?"

"No, not at all. This is wow...exciting. We'll finally get to see each other."

"Yeah, I know. It's been a while since we were supposed to see each other, but I swear, it's for real this time, I won't call you to cancel, only to let you know I'm coming."

"Well, don't forget to call then. I tend to overstress, so if I don't get a call, or even a text, I might explode."

"I'll call, don't worry. And, don't forget to send your address. I don't want to ask the tech analyst to spy on you."

"Alright, alright, I'll send it after the call, I promise. I have to go now, sorry. I'll see you at 8."

"I'll see you at 8. Bye." 

Holy. 

Spencer thought he might explode. His whole thoughts were full of excitement, he finally was about to see her after a week or rescheduling bullshit because of the work. 

All he had to hope for now was for the evening to go well; she didn’t knew any of the members, they didn’t know her as well, plus, Spencer didn’t really know if Morgan had let everyone know that he had met a girl, let’s hope not.

*

As he was about to go, he had took his phone out of his pocket to see the address, before noticing that she had forgotten to send him the address, nonetheless, he had to shortly call her so that y/n could indicate it to him.

He had drove to her place in just a few minutes, and couldn’t believe that she happened to live in a street he’d walk by often.

What a small world.

It almost was like they were meant to meet each other at some point; and fate reunited them. 

He knew that he had said it at least a billion times since he had first seen her, but she really was pretty. She had a black dress on, which was under a thin jacket of the same color, along with white heels, that weren’t too high.

Spencer had even wondered if she hadn’t put heels so that she could be a bit taller, and somehow manage to reach his height. He didn’t want to mention it to make her uncomfortable in case it happened to be what she wanted to do, but if it was that, he really found it cute, and quite funny.

The car ride had happened to be more entertaining that he thought it would be, the conversation simply started with a single talk about books, and a few minutes later, it was about plants. He really like to be capable to talk with someone that was at ease to talk about anything that’d cross his mind.

She didn’t seem to be uncomfortable, so that reassured him a lot, he stressed a lot about it.

God, he couldn’t believe that he actually was talking with her. He had already mentionned it when he had to reschedule again, but she was way too beautiful for him. She’d be able to freeze his mind with a single glance.

She truly was amazing.

“Spencer? Is everything okay? I think we just arrived, you stopped the car”

“What? Oh, I-I’m sorry, I got distracted. And y-yeah we just arrived.”

“That place is...huge.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, I thought that too the first time. You’ll quickly adjust to it, Rossi is really nice, you’ll feel at ease in no time. Come on, we should get going.” Spencer said, as they both opened the door that was on their respective side, before walking in the alley towards the door.

They soon were welcomed by a blonde girl after Spencer had rang the doorbell. She seemed a bit shocked of what was in front of her eyes.

“Oh my god, did you bring your girlfriend Spencer? I wasn’t aware of that.”

“Uh I...we are uh, just dating, for now, it’s uh-”

“We’re not together yet, we just talked, it’s our first date tonight.” Y/N had interrupted Spencer, as she could clearly see that he was struggling with forming a sentence.

“Oh, wow, it’s great! I’m happy to know that. I’m Penelope, by the way. You can call me Penny if you want. Come inside guys, I’ll introduce her to the rest of the team.” Penelope said, looking at Y/N, as she closed the door once they were in.

“There you are pretty boy! I see you brought the mystery girl with you. I’m Derek.”

“I’m y/n. It’s nice to meet everyone, I heard a lot about the team when I talked with Spencer.”

“I hope he didn’t tell bad things about us, we’re nothing but nice.”

“No, don’t worry, he didn’t.” She said, as she glanced behind his shoulder at the people walking towards them.

“We have a new face here apparently.” The brunette said.

“Yeah, I’m the new specimen. It’s nice to meet you, I’m y/n.”

“Nice to meet you too; I’m Emily, this is JJ, and the two guys over there are Rossi and Hotch.” Emily said, as she motioned the concerned people to y/n. 

“Everyone really seems nice.”

“Don’t worry, everyone is.” Spencer interrupted. “What do you say we uh...go over there so you can talk to others...?”

“Yeah, that’d be great.” She smiled,as she walked to the direction of the living room where the two men stood.

The evening had gone even more better than he thought it would. They all had been amazingly welcoming with her, and as he had noticed, they all had felt like they had known each other for more than just a few hours.

Spencer couldn’t truly wait to spend more time with her.

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[jaskiersvalley]

I absolutely love your writing!! It's so very enjoyable and your au's are absolutely delightful. I just thought you should know.

Thank you so much, Nonnie! AUs are something I really enjoy and to hear that others find them fun makes me so very happy. As a little thank you, here’s another AU feat Kaer Morhen Radio and a Jaskier driving an 18 wheeler.

Life was a lonely one on the road. There were many acquaintances and other drivers Jaskier had a passing friendship with, Valdo Marx had the annoying habit of having similar routes to him - they did say mimicry was the highest form of compliment. Alas, nobody was a steady presence in Jaskier’s life. Well, nobody who was aware of him. Though there was the Kaer Morhen Radio family. They were the closest Jaskier had to everyday friends, as sad as that sounded.

“Good morning fuckheads.” Such a declaration could only mean it was 6am and Lambert had taken over. Instinctively, Jaskier was smiling as he sat up with a yawn. Most radio stations liked to gently rouse listeners with swelling music that got more up beat as the day went on. Not Kaer Morhen Radio. They had Lambert as their morning DJ, there to wake sensitive ears in more and more creative ways. He had become known for his unique way to wake listeners up; from bringing in pots to bang to trying to imitate the mating call of a moose at full volume. The only thing listeners loved more than Lambert being a general prick was his flirtation with Aiden who did weather and traffic announcements.

“And, in those four famous words: and now, the weather,” Lambert announced gleefully. After a long moment of silence, he snickered. “We shall have to give Aiden a moment to climb out from under the desk and rinse his mouth. In the mean time, here’s a banger.”

The banger, Jaskier was surprised to find, was quite literally a recording of someone (possibly Lambert) attempting to play drums (badly) on some kitchen pots. By the time the piece reached its rather boisterous end, it seemed that Aiden was no longer preoccupied.

“The weather today-” Jaskier tuned Aiden’s words out in favour of figuring out whether he was messing around or whether he really did sound so husky and gravelly thanks to having his throat fucked. It was quite the conundrum and Jaskier spent the start of his morning drive wondering how many complaints Lambert and Aiden will get now. Their record was 36 for the game of “identify that noise” wherein they stuck their fingers in various containers and made them squelch. To that day, nobody knew whether the last one really was, in Lambert’s words, “Aiden’s well used hole and my come”.

Afternoons were much more peaceful. Eskel took over at 2pm and he was laid back, played soothing music and gave the impression of being a very calm and reliable member of society. Jaskier always maintained it was an impression because, among all the chat, Eskel would sometimes drop a strange little fact that made him do a double take or two.

“This next song,” Eskel had once said, “was written while under the influence of cocaine.” It was a reasonable enough fact to share, Jaskier had been listening while stuck in a traffic jam along a motorway. “How they managed to write it though, I have no idea. Cocaine is terrible for your focus, I could barely scratch an itch before being distracted by something else. So kudos to the writers for creating a whole song while off their face.”

Which was something Jaskier had never thought Eskel would know anything about. He always seemed to demure, the solid rock of Kaer Morhen Radio. He balanced out Yennefer’s news updates perfectly. It was probably why Jaskier liked him so much, now that he thought of it. The surface innocence mixed in with hints of a very colourful life lived beneath the steady exterior. Well, hints other than the incident where Eskel somehow managed to not turn his microphone off and had a conversation about going to a rave with someone who worked at the radio station. Nobody knew the man’s name and his answers were half muffled but listeners swore they heard him suggest something along the lines of a collar and leash - which Eskel had hummed in agreement to, sounding all too happy. When questioned, Eskel resolutely refused to name the mystery man but conceded that there had been a rave. Jury was out whether Eskel had grumbled about being ‘in ecstasy’ or ‘on ecstasy’ for it. And there was definitely a picture of floating around the internet of him in a collar at what definitely looked like an underground rave.

The real reason Jaskier listened to Kaer Morhen Radio was the late night DJ. 10pm on the dot, Eskel would flick the switch and a prerecorded intro played, announcing that it was Late Late Nights with Geralt. Between 10pm and 6am, Geralt manned the station. The only reason Jaskier knew his name was because of the intro. Otherwise the man was silent other than a few hums between songs. Sometimes, presumably when he knocked something over, there would be a growled “fuck” that listeners lived for.

As little as Geralt said, Jaskier was in love. The music was eclectic and death metal could be followed up by electro swing or grime. There was to way to predict just what Geralt would play next, he didn’t take requests, didn’t talk to his listeners. But, somehow, he still drew them in. Jaskier had made the mistake of looking Geralt up online and swooned a little at the few pictures available. It seemed Geralt was an elusive man, somehow managing to turn away from cameras with an uncanny ability. Though a few pictures did exist of Lambert and Eskel on either side of him, quite literally holding him down for a photo.

Truthfully, Geralt was one of the main reasons Jaskier chose to do overnight hauls. Not only did they pay better, he also had Geralt’s nonverbal grunts and hmms to look forward to. He was well aware that it was an infatuation and nothing more. He’d never met Geralt before, Geralt wasn’t even aware of his existence. So, really, Jaskier could daydream all he wanted but had no intention of doing anything more.

Except, Jaskier couldn’t help but wonder. Geralt had such range in his musical taste, maybe he would like what Jaskier wrote. It was a rare night off and Jaskier was well into the bottle with Valdo when they got talking, egging each other on about who was the better musician. It ended with Jaskier drunkenly posting a CD of his music to Kaer Morhen Radio, addressed for Geralt. When he woke up in the morning, on the floor next to his couch which was occupied by Valdo, Jaskier groaned.

Thankfully, there was never a mention or even a single note of his music in the next week. Slowly, Jaskier relaxed, only a little disappointed that his music hadn’t even been acknowledged by Geralt. He almost had a heart attack when eight days later, Lambert came on air with a mad cackle.

“Morning fuckheads!” Lambert sounded more cheery than ever before. “You’ll never guess what I found. Geralt has been hoarding new music. Good music. Said it was for him. Well, I have decided he cannot hold this back from us. If you’re listening, Jaskier, your note was hilarious. I hope your hangover was worth it. Thanks for the CD!”

There was a growl that sounded like Geralt storming into the booth but the microphone was cut and Jaskier’s song started playing. Jaskier almost crashed his truck in shock. Especially when Lambert declared it so good, they would play it again and, sure enough, the song went back to the beginning to play twice in a row.

If it had just been Lambert, Jaskier would have quietly died of shame, accepting that he was being mocked. But Eskel got in on it too. That afternoon he introduced Jaskier’s song with the promise that management were looking into getting in touch with him about the music. Even worse, a listener even requested the song later that evening. Jaskier was both in heaven and hell at the same time. That night, Geralt didn’t play his song and Jaskier was only a little disappointed.

His phone rang the next day.

“Good afternoon, my name is Vesemir, I’m calling from Kaer Morhen Radio. May I speak to Jaskier?”

Jaskier promptly choked. He got an invitation to the studio. It was a good seven days of driving away and Jaskier searched for a contract that would take him across the continent. While he drove, he got a bit braver and started e-mailing the radio station on his breaks.

His written request for songs were acknowledged by a hum and the song coming on next. When he asked Geralt for a shout out, he got obnoxious pop music playing instead. So Jaskier asked for two hums if Geralt wanted to meet and three if he didn’t. Thus, there was a “fuck” on air and the Beauty and the Beast theme song started playing. It was safe to say Jaskier didn’t understand it but he wasn’t deterred.

By the time Jaskier got into town and made his delivery, it was almost 6am. There was no time he had been specifically invited for and he ended up approaching the building at the same time Lambert showed up with Aiden and three large cups of coffee in hand.

“Excuse me,” he called out, “I’m here to see Vesemir.”

“Bit early for that.”

“He never gave me a time so I figured an early start would be appreciated.” It wasn’t exactly a lie but Jaskier kind of wanted to meet Geralt who would be finishing up soon.

For some bizarre reason, Jaskier was led into the radio studio, no questions asked. Surely it was a security issue but then again, Jaskier checked out Lambert and Aiden, they would no doubt be able to handle any issues. Then there was Geralt, stepping out of the booth, Lambert’s intro queued up. He froze when he spotted Jaskier and, curiously, glanced away, seemingly all shy. The curious response was explained away all too soon. There, on the wall, was Jaskier’s CD and a polaroid of him and Valdo, helpfully labeled “The Talent” with an arrow to Jaskier and “The Fake” pointing at Valdo.

“You here for Vesemir?” Geralt asked eventually, sipping at one of the cups Lambert had brought.

“Amongst other things,” Jaskier replied.

“He won’t be here until 10. Why don’t we go grab breakfast while you wait?”

Aiden wolf whistled at that and Lambert whooped, arms in the air.

“My dear fuckheads,” he purred into the microphone, “we have a date between our local cryptid and our mystery siren. Please wish them luck.”

It turned out that, in person, Geralt was a bit more talkative than on air. And Jaskier helped fill any silence without any problems. He ended up being later than planned to meet Vesemir and Tissaia who had a very handsome cheque for him for playing his music and also his phone number with the promise of passing it on to some connections who had expressed an interest in his music.

Never before had Jaskier thought he would thank Valdo Marx for anything. But, one drinking session with him had landed Jaskier with not only a contract with a record label but also a boyfriend. With his first pay, Jaskier send Valdo the biggest bouquet of flowers humanly possible.

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[agwitow]

Alpha Wolves

content warning: swearing, mild violence

Marcus yawned, his jaw cracking, and shook out his pants. It had been a long night, helping two pups with their first change. They were already packed into their parents’ SUVs, fast asleep, and on the way to their homes. In a few months they would be good to join a pack. It wasn’t always as simple with new shifters, but those two each had a parent who was one as well. Even at eight and ten, they knew a fair amount of what it meant to be a lycanthrope.

Dressed in sweats and a light cotton long-sleeved shirt, he ran a hand over his jaw and sighed. Full moon changes always made his hair grow. Even though he’d been clean-shaven before the change, he had what felt like two-days of growth now. Shaggy hair didn’t bother him nearly as much as a beard did, though by the end of the three days he’d need to get that trimmed as well.

He padded barefoot into the little cabin that served as his base of operations while helping new shifters and started a pot of coffee brewing. He hated the stuff, but it would be at least a couple hours before he could head home to sleep, so he needed something to keep him awake.

While it percolated, he checked his phone. Three emails from work, two from the pack, and some spam. He’d just opened the first email when the phone rang.

“Porter Consulting.”

“Mr. Porter, it’s Deputy Palerma from the EKSD,” a male with a pleasant tenor said.

East Keddol was a small town several miles from Hapburgh, the city Marcus lived and worked in. It was in the interesting position of being almost perfectly between Hapburgh pack territory and Redview pack territory. Surprisingly few places fell into the odd in-between spaces between packs, and, as far as he knew, no one had developed any specific protocols for dealing with them.

“How can I help you today, Deputy?”

“We have a shifter—twenty-three-year-old male—who attacked his friends when he shifted for the first time. Miss Davidson recommended I call you.”

Kaelyn Davidson did for the Redview pack what Marcus did for the Hapburgh one. She was, if he remembered correctly, also a month or two out from giving birth. Handling an adult shifter who’d already hurt people was probably not high on her list of ways to spend her time.

“I see. Is your new shifter awake?”

“No. We had to hit him with a tranq to be able to bring him in. He’s changed back, but hasn’t woken up yet.”

Marcus snorted. Safety Departments were, mostly, better than the old police system, but sometimes they were still a little too trigger happy. At least it was a tranquilizer dart instead of a clip of bullets. “I’ll send someone to pick him up. He’s going to wake up before they get there, and he’s going to be cranky and hungry.”

“I’ve taken the class on shifters, Mr. Porter,” Deputy Palerma said, sounding offended. “There is a post-shift recovery kit in the fridge.”

He stifled a sighed. “If that’s all you have, that’s fine, but it would be better if the new shifter could get freshly made food. Eggs, nuts, oats, cottage cheese or Greek yogurt, and pumpkin seeds are best. Avoid meat, if possible, especially red meat.”

“I thought shifters need protein the morning after?”

“We do, and the foods I listed are all high protein items. New shifters can find meats to be… an issue at first. As I’m not able to speak with your young man at present, it’s better to be cautious.”

There was a moment of silence on the line before Palerma said, “Alright. Who will be coming, and when should we expect them?”

“It’ll depend on who is free.”

“Can’t you just tell someone to do it? You’re the alpha, aren’t you?”

Marcus had to grit his teeth to keep from groaning. That damn study from the 40s. “That’s not quite how things work. All pack members have proper ID.”

“Fine,” he said, the word ending with an annoyed click of his tongue.

“Thank you. Someone will be there between 10:30 and noon.”

Once they’d said their farewells, Marcus sent out a quick message through the pack’s group chat.

New shifter, East Keddol holding, possible alpha complex. Any takers?

He set the phone down and poured himself a cup of coffee, adding enough cream and sugar to make it mostly palatable, before settling on a stool at the tiny kitchen’s bar-height table. He’d drunk half the cup before a chime indicated he’d gotten a response. Two more chimes rang out before he’d picked the phone back up.

Eddie: I’m free but never handled an alpha complex b4 wdin2k?

Ksenia: lol take a muzzle

Julianne: y can’t the Reds take em?

Marcus rubbed the bridge of his nose, sighed, and replied: Kaelyn’s 8 mo. Pregnant. Take the green SUV, put him in the back, and keep the divider up.

Eddie: is it that dangerous?

Thomas: alpha-complexers are just assholes

Julianne: TOM! There are CHILDREN in this chat

Thomas: no regrets!

Marcus temporarily turned notifications off for the group chat, replied to the most important of the work emails, set up reminders for the other two, then headed for the cabin’s futon. By the time he’d make it to his apartment in the city, he’d barely have any time to sleep before he’d need to head back out to meet the new shifter. So he’d nap on the futon and feel stiff for most of the afternoon.

#

A little after 2pm, the rumbling and crunch of a vehicle coming up the gravel drive to the cabin announced the arrival of Eddie and the new shifter. Marcus set aside his laptop and headed out to the porch to greet them. He was still barefoot and wearing sweats and the long-sleeved shirt, but he’d run a trimmer through the beard so he felt less like a back-woods mountain man.

The car had barely come to a complete stop before the back door opened and a young man stepped out with a glower. He was around average height, with enough muscle mass to indicate he worked out at least somewhat regularly. Dark blond hair hung to his shoulders and a thick beard wrapped his jaw—though whether that was a stylistic choice or the moon driven change accelerating his hair growth even more than it did for Marcus was unclear.

“You Marcus?” the young man demanded.

He raised an eyebrow, crossed his arms, and leaned against one of the porch supports. “I am. And you are?”

“Joseph.”

He nodded and shifted his gaze to Eddie, who’d stepped around to the front of the SUV. “How was the drive?”

Eddie shrugged, his gaze darting to Joseph and then away. “S’okay. Wouldn’t want to do it again, though.”

“Don’t blame you. Thanks for doing it, though. See you next week for a run, okay?”

His shoulders relaxed and he smiled. “Of course. Later, Marcus.”

Joseph scoffed. “Like he would be any good.”

Marcus shook his head and stepped down off the porch. He was a little shorter than the new shifter, though broader in the shoulders and with more muscle mass. “You will respect each and every member of our pack, or you’ll be sent to Palstead Institution. It is not a pleasant introduction to being a shifter.”

“Whatever, man. Just give me whatever stupid speech you’ve got so I can challenge you.”

“There will be no ‘challenging’ here.”

“Fuck that. I ain’t no submissive bitch.”

“What you do or don’t do in the bedroom has no relevance to this situation.”

Red flooded Joseph’s face a moment before he took a swing at Marcus. He’d obviously had a little bit of training, but the movement was still too big to be truly effective.

Marcus side-stepped and twisted a little so that he had more leverage as he placed a palm against Joseph’s arm and pushed. It wasn’t a big push, but the kid had overextended himself and it knocked him off balance enough to make him stumble. He took a step back and waited for the next attack he knew would be coming.

Joseph didn’t disappoint. He came up swinging wildly, rushing toward him as if he couldn’t decide whether to beat his face in or tackle him to the ground.

Marcus calmly deflected each blow, leading Joseph in a circle as he side-stepped and backed away from the attacks. Less than a minute later, Jospeh was panting and struggling to even come close to landing any blows.

“Have you finished with your temper tantrum, yet?” Marcus asked.

Joseph glared at him but stopped, bending over with hands on knees as he panted.

“You seem to be under the misunderstanding that pack members fight each other. Different packs rarely even fight each other.”

“How…how do you know who’s alpha, then?”

“There is no ‘alpha.’ Not the way you’re thinking, anyway.”

“What?”

Marcus sighed and took a seat on the ground. The grass was soft and, thanks to a sunny morning, contained no hint of dampness. After a moment’s hesitation, Joseph slumped down as well. “Pack is family. Would you pick a fight with your dad to try and take over the family?”

“No…”

He shrugged. “Picking a fight with a pack member makes about as much sense. We each have a role to play, and that role is based on our skills and personality and knowledge. Not on who we’re able to beat up.”

“Aren’t we wolves? At least partly?”

“Yes. And that’s how wolves behave.”

Joseph stared at him blankly.

He sighed again. “Come inside. I’ll make you a tuna sandwich and you can read one of the brochures.”

Joseph followed him inside, silent, but with a simmering edge of anger beneath his exhaustion. Once the full moon was over and the forced changes weren’t sapping his energy, he would be a real pain in the ass if Marcus couldn’t nip the problem in the bud.

“Here,” he said, picking up a glossy tri-fold and handing it over. “Have a seat. Read. I’ll make the sandwiches.”

He settled onto a stool, shoulders hunched and brows drawn. “Why Alpha-Dog Theory is BS,” he read. “Seriously?”

“Mhm,” Marcus replied. “Some of the pack wanted to title it It’s Not Your Inner Wolf, You’re Just an Asshole, but that seemed a bit confrontational.”

“… Oh.”

“Mhm.”

(Moon-Bound - part 2)

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[ssa-daddyhotchner]

The Struggle of Loving You - Chapter 37

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I sighed out and stared at the ceiling. Aaron had an arm resting across my stomach and it rested on my hip. When I felt his fingers start to form circles on my skin I knew he was awake. "Aaron?"

He hummed in response, "What do you want for breakfast? I don't know what time Spencer's coming, I wanna make sure you get something to eat." 

"Is that today... it'll be good to get you out of the house a little bit." I had been too cooped up, as much as I didn't like it I needed someone other than Aaron right now. 

Not that he was a problem, I just needed someone well— like Spencer or the team. 

"To be somewhere other than the office." I said, not wanting to see the words of another case burned into my brain for once. 

"Then when you come home you can tell me all about it. I know I usually brush over Reid's rambling but it does peak my interest. What convention are you guys going to again?"

"Science, he wants to see this quantum physicist. I don't remember his name." 

He'd mentioned him before but it's Reid, he's always talking about something or someone. It was hard to keep track sometimes.

"Hmm but also I think you mean us... Jessica dropped off Jack earlier this morning and I can make breakfast." 

"I know and I love it when you cook but I wanna do it." I picked up his hand and rolled over on my side, being face to face with him. 

His hair was tousled to the side, I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair, combing it out. I saw his eyes dilate at the sight of me. 

"Okay, impress me." He said chuckling. Aaron lifted his head and smiled while he pecked my lips. We climbed out of bed and I checked my phone and saw a text from Spencer. 

Reid: I'm should be your apartment by 2PM

Before I hopped into the shower I texted him back quickly. 

Y/n: I'm not there... can you actually pick my up at Hotchs 

I placed my phone back on the nightstand and got into the shower, doing my normal routine.

The text I sent to Reid got him thinking, why was I over there? Why was I over at his place so early in the morning" 

Spencer was probably overthinking it and he was unable to stop his racing mind. He shrugged it off and was going to ask me later instead. 

My shower was fairly fast and by the time I was done Aaron had Jack up and ready. I walked into the kitchen with my hair still slightly damp and Jack smiled over in my direction. 

"Hi." I sat next to him, patting his shoulder. 

"Hey buddy", Aaron turned around and gave me my greatly appreciated cup of coffee. 

He made sure to make enough so I could have another cup right after knowing I get headaches if I don't. "Did you put the caramel in it?" 

"Of course", I grinned and stood up going into the fridge. "Thank you." 

"Y/n, dad said you were making pancakes?" I gave a side eye to Aaron who was grinning and happily pouring Jack a glass of orange juice. "Sure, what kind do you want?" 

"He wants peanut butter, right?" He gave Jack the glass and Aaron was subtly nodding to his son. He leaned down and started whispering in his ear. 

Aaron wanted the peanut butter and I thought it was cute to see him bonding with his son. 

"Yeah we do." 

I smiled and got out the ingredients and the boys sat down at the table. "Can you help me with my work?" Aaron nodded and told him to grab it. 

Jack ran into his room to get the work that was due over the weekend. 

As I was cooking I would look over and Aaron was trying to help him, teaching him some basic math like three times nine. 

"It's done", Jack let out a small sigh of relief and closed his notebook. I couldn't blame him, I'd be happy as well. 

I put some of the pancakes on a plate, serving both of them and grabbing myself some before getting dressed. Not fully just enough to be ready by the time Reid had arrived. 

All of us curled up on the couch and started a movie, one I had seen countless times. 

Jack was going through a small marvel phase and just wanted to watch the Avengers. Aaron sat next to me and Jack was in his own little corner covered with a blanket. 

Aaron and I got startled when there was a knock at the door. "I got it", Aaron said before standing up and opening the door. 

I shuffled down the hallway and put on some shoes. 

Spencer came inside and was patiently waiting for me, he was still trying to make sense on why I was at our bosses house. 

He wasn't insanely close to Hotch but they had a father and son like relationship. "Alright let's go." 

I called from the bedroom. Spencer smiled at me while I walked back out to the living room, "Ready?" 

I nodded and when Reid turned his back I stole a kiss from Aaron. 

"Call me if there's a problem." 

"You know I will, bye." I left with Spence and got into his car.

During the drive to the convention both of us were tip-toeing our way around the very obvious topic. Until Spence decided to break what I thought was a silent agreement. "Are you going to mention why you were at his house?" 

"I was babysitting... Hotch just came back before you arrived." I tried to lie through my teeth. Hopefully he'd either believe it or drop the subject all together. "You do realize I'm a profiler right." 

"Dammit." I mumbled.

"Do you want a full explanation?", when I didn't answer he continued. 

"Your hair is damp meaning you took a shower, your clothes are clean like they just came out of the laundry clean. Your perfume could be smelt through the house and not just from y—." 

I didn't really want to be profiled right now. I already had that done by Morgan and Garcia yesterday so I cut him off. 

"Okay... okay, yes alright. Whatever you're thinking right now it's correct. The great Spencer Reid is always right." I said with the most sarcasm I could because I knew he would take it literally.

"I'm not always right but given the circumstances— oh you were being-okay never mind." I gave him a dumbfounded look and we continued on. 

Turning on the next right we saw the building. 

The parking lot filled with scientists and lab geeks from well-- everywhere. Reid had on his little professional attire with the button up shirt and sweater vest. 

I felt out of place with there only being a number of females and all them were more intelligent than I was. 

It was intimidating to say the least. 

I followed Spencer through the crowd and into the building, he soon found the lecture room and found a place for us to take a seat. 

"Do you want me to explain anything to you?" He was referring to the lecture. 

"If you want to, I'm not going to interrupt your learning. I kinda just wanna spend time with you." 

"It's not a problem really." Spencer stopped talking once Dyson walked on stage, he was in awe the whole time. 

The words flowed through the air and Spence hung on to every single one, he was captivated. Once in a while he would lean over and whisper what was being spoken in the dumbed down version for me. 

Which I appreciated, it made the experience more enjoyable. 

Reid and I were there for a few hours until he decided it was enough, but in reality he could've been there longer. He wanted to leave because he knew I'd want to. "Are you hungry?" 

"Depends, are you buying?", I said chuckling while we climbed into the car.

"I can." He set a course for a simple diner that connected with the library that was next door. He showed me some of his favorite spots to hang out and get breakfast. 

According to him it was the most important meal and kick-started your metabolism for the day which I knew was correct but sometimes skipped it anyways. 

Sitting down in a small café he sat across from me. We both decided and settled on a snack which was a small piece of chocolate cake which he swore was the best he ever had. 

I took a small bite, "Good?" Spence raised his eyebrows hoping I'd say yes. "It's not bad, definitely good." 

It was rich, light and not too sweet, just perfect. "So what's going on with you, I know we haven't hung out in a while." Spencer asked, taking a sip of the coffee he ordered. Oh where to start.

"I've been thinking about getting a dog for a while now and started playing guitar." I could tell he was analyzing me, being a profiler it wasn't something you could just turn off and on. 

I grinned and covered my face, "Stop profiling me." 

Reid laughed and dipped his head down, "Well I wouldn't have too if you'd be honest with me, I've been seeing it all day and it's bugging me. Just tell me." 

I sighed in defeat, I reached forwards with my spoon and took a big bite, I was unable to speak. "You're acting like a child." 

I swallowed, "Fine, my friend passed a few days ago." I took a deep breath, "and obviously I'm still grieving... better than I was when I found out but, I'll be okay." His face got sad and he looked sorry for me. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" 

"Not right now." Silence took over and we finished the remainder of the night, he dropped me off at Hotches house. 

"Bye y/n, I'll see you at work." I waved and he drove off. I stepped inside and it was just Aaron sitting on the couch covered with a blanket. 

Going to the couch I kicked off my shoes and plopped down. He glanced up at me and scooted over. "Have fun?" 

"I forget how smart he is sometimes, if he wasn't explaining to me I would've been lost the whole fucking time." Aaron lifted the blanket for me. I started laughing and took the spot he offered. 

I rested my chin on his chest and looked up at him, stealing a kiss. "Where's Jack?" 

"His friend's dad picked him up about an hour ago." I hummed and turned my attention to the tv where of course Aaron was watching a documentary. 

He leaned down and kissed the top of my head. I felt the sensation and closed my eyes. "So it's just us." 

Aaron turned away from the tv and glanced at me. "Yeah, you have something in mind." 

"Maybe."

Aaron smiled, bringing up the hand that was on my back to my hair. Pulling me up, I adjusted my arms and moved closer to him. 

His lips met mine and we melted into each other, it had been a few days since we last did it and we both needed the distraction. 

I scooted him back; he sat up on the couch as I adjusted and straddled his lap. 

"Now you have two options... I can take my time making you feel how much I want you or", he gently pressed kisses to my collarbone making my back arch into his chest. 

"I can just take you right here right now... your choice." 

I tried to listen to what he was saying but I was too overtaken by lust to follow along, "Or I can go with the secret option three and show you how much I love you." I said slowly sinking down to my knees, I watched his pupils expand.

"Whatever you want baby", he groaned as I parted his knees and got closer to his waistband. 

Reaching my hands forwards I toyed with the hem of his shirt pulling it over his arms and I slid them down his chest. 

He shuddered and my hand rested on his growing bulge, stroking him through the clothing. 

He lifted his hips and pushed down his pants, my mouth practically watered at the sight of his cock stretching the material. "Come on y/n", he breathed out and I looked up at him and smirked. 

"Are you begging Agent Hotchner?" 

He released a laugh, "You'd like that wouldn't you." I shrugged, "I mean it would definitely speed things up." 

I wanted to hear him beg, just to get the small pleasure of knowing that I could give it to him any second. 

Removing his boxers his cock stood and was just waiting for me to pay attention to it. 

"Y/n, please baby, just come on." Moving a hand to the base I ran my hand up and down his shaft. 

Aaron breathed heavily as he raised a hand to grip the back of my head but he let me make the decision.

Lowering my mouth onto him I tasted the salty precum that beaded at the tip. Circling my tongue around his head, he tightened his fingers around my hair.

I gazed up and Aaron tossed his head back and rested on the fabric cushions. His hand guided my movements pushing me down and bringing me back up. 

"Fuck princess", I hollowed my cheeks and relaxed my throat I let him in further. 

My hands still worked with me following my motions. Flattening my tongue along the underside of his cock he bucked his hips forwards. Gently thrusting upwards into my mouth making me gag. 

He moaned out and continued, "Y/n stop." Not quitting I took myself off and pumped him faster and I glanced back at him.

 He fucked up into my hand chasing his own pleasure but I knew he wanted me to stop so he didn't cum.

I clenched my thighs together, getting some friction.

Not taking my hand away from him I took off my pants and underwear getting ready for what I wanted. 

Pulling back I stood up and settled back on his lap, each leg over his hips. His cock settled in between my folds, "What do you want sir." 

His hands traced their way up my torso and cupped my breasts. "What do I want?", I bit my lip and watched him. 

"What I want is to be buried inside you right now." Removing my shirt I lifted up and lined him up. 

He dropped me down on him and he went so much deeper than I thought was possible. I whimpered, unable to say anything, enjoying the fact that he was inside me. 

Steadily I made moves circling my hips. He joined in by thrusting his hips up, I rested one hand on his chest and the other around his neck bringing him in for a kiss. While our lip danced together I was speeding up. 

Bouncing on his cock taking and giving what we both wanted, release. Aaron gripped my hips helping me go up and down. 

My fingers rose from his head and took the sides of his neck in my hands. We both let out breathy moans when the phone started ringing. 

I stopped and he reached over to answer the phone, "I didn't tell you to stop." 

I froze while he spoke, "Hotchner." 

I could tell from the other side of the phone that it was Emily. He laid the phone on his shoulder, "You're going to have to be quiet for me okay." Nodding I resumed. 

Trying to make everything quieter I settled my head in the crook of his neck. My clit grazed his pelvis and the pleasure rippled through me. To suppress the loud moan I nibbled on the side of his neck. 

"Emily, what do you need?"

"Sorry to interrupt but the police department in DC wants a consult on a case they've been working." 

I littered his neck and collarbone with kisses, and I clenched around his cock. 

Turning the phone away so he could moan out, whispering my name.

"And this couldn't wait till morning?", I watched his face as he held back his urge to groan. 

"Afraid not, they wanted it by tonight, I assumed you were awake." 

"Okay... fine, I'm busy, tell them I'll call later." He ended the call and tossed the phone on the couch. He took hold of my hair and forced my head back. 

"Look at me", my eyes met his and his hand landed on my lower back.

"I'm close." I whimpered and I circled my clit. 

When I came it tipped him over the edge from the fluttering of my walls around his cock. 

"God", we both loosened our grip on each other and rested. Catching our breaths he held me close to his chest.

"You did good, staying quiet for me." I started climbing off of him but my knee buckled and I stumbled. 

He just stared at me and laughed, "Do you need my help?" 

"No I'm fine, but can you uh get me something too, ya know." 

Understanding what I wanted he threw on his pants and walked out the kitchen to get some paper towels. 

"Emily was the one that called, there's a case in DC that wants me to check it out." I grabbed the towel from him and began wiping the mess between my legs before standing up on my own. 

"Do you think it's going to come by our desks anytime soon?" 

"Well they already want my input so I'd say yeah. We can look over it in a little bit." 

We stepped down the hallway into our room and I threw my clothes to the ground. 

Going into the closet Aaron saw me take one of his shirts off the hanger and put it on. 

"Do you think she heard anything?" The curiosity took over, did she hear and was I going to get an earful when I go back to the office. 

At this point almost everyone had their very accurate assumptions. Mainly because I never said anything up front, I didn't want to deal with the whole 'I'm so happy for you guys' thing. I— we didn't want the attention. 

"If she did I never heard anything that suggested it." He wrapped his arms on my waist and tugged me down onto his lap. 

I gasped at the sudden movement, "Do I ever tell you how beautiful I think you are?" 

Almost everyday and I definitely wasn't mad at it. Hearing Aaron say that made my heart swell. "Not enough I don't know, maybe you should more often", I said sarcastically which pulled a chuckle from the both of us. 

He turned me around and I got more comfortable. He held my hips and my arms went around his neck. 

He rested his forehead on mine and we stayed there. "You're so beautiful", Aaron said calmly.

None of us did anything, we just wanted to enjoy the moment while we had it. Closing our eyes we focused on the others breathing. 

"I love you", he whispered so quietly I almost missed it. I opened my eyes and looked at him, his eyes were already open and looking back at me. 

"What did you just say?", I was surprised. My heart raced in my ears, I thought I was hearing things. 

The three words I have waited for what felt like forever were now out in the open. 

He took a deep breath and cupped my cheek. 

"I love you", Aaron in that moment let go of everything he was afraid of. 

Letting go of the fear of rejection, and fear that things would change for the worst. He so deeply trusted that I did in fact love him and would never leave. To open a wound like what had happened in the past. 

In that time he made the decision to let himself fall fully and completely into the relationship we had built together. 

I was it for him and he was now head over heels and so was I. 

Grabbing the back of his head I pushed his lips to mine and fell into the kiss. Our lips molded together and everything felt alright.

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[loiswolf]

Day 17 June 1 Broadford - Tarbert 73kms

Day 17 June 1 Broadford - Tarbert  Isle of Harris 73kms

So todays mission was to make the ferry to Tarbert on the Isle of Harris. You may remember that I stopped in a lovely harbour town called Tarbert after I left the Isle of Arran. This is a different Tarbert!?! The ferry was leaving Uig at 2pm so I got out of bed early, tried not to disturb my 3 roommates, had some breakfast, did the wordle and loaded up Shirley. I was ready to leave at 7:30! Quite a change from the last few days.

It was a perfectly  beautiful morning. Last night the rain had cleared and several of us sat in the front room just looking out the window….and reading. It’s light here until after 10pm. I can’t tell you what time it gets dark because I’m always asleep.

So I’ve pretty much cycled the length of Skye in just over a day and it is just stunning! Easily one of the best rides I’ve ever done.

There were lots of stops for photos even though I had a deadline to meet. I knew I had plenty of time really since I left so early but I don’t like the pressure of having to push hard, especially when there are hills involved.

I’ll just put the photos in anywhere because there are so many and I don’t really remember exactly where they were all taken.

I’ve just checked over yesterday’s notes and noticed I made a typo and reported that Shirley had severe problems. Oops, sorry, I meant several. Duncan must have waved his magic wand over her because the gears which had been a bit tricky are now working superbly. The brakes are amazing! She has no discernible problems at all but I probably should get her worn components fixed if I want to go a lot further.

You also probably think it’s warm here. It’s not! Today was supposed to have a high of 12° but the wind has dropped so it’s quite pleasant. Yes, it is the first day of summer! After my break at Portree I was able to remove Pinky ( my spray jacket) for the first time since I arrived in Scotland.

Anyway, today the sun was shining on Skye and it was sensational!

There were some long hills to ride over but nothing too steep and always a nice downhill run on the other side.

I didn’t check the time until I reached Portree. Ha, I was smashing it! It was only 10am, I found a lovely bakery/cafe and enjoyed this very large chocolate cake and coffee.

I don’t know why I’m always choosing chocolate cakes here. I think it’s because all the others look suspiciously fruity.

With Pinky stashed in my backpack I moved on, up over another long but scenic hill.

I only had 15 miles until Uig but I managed to stretch it out with photo stops and a Post Office stop . I knew it wouldn’t be ridiculously busy in the Uig post Office  like it had been in Inverness. Yep, I was the only customer.

Down the hill to the ferry terminal to buy a ticket. Every other ferry I’ve just rolled in and purchased a ticket onboard or quickly paid over the counter for a single ticket. Not in Uig! It took about 20 minutes! The young man wanted my name, asked if I lived in the UK ( I would have thought that was an obvious no ) and poked ineffectively at his keyboard. I had to fill out a piece of paper which was followed by more poking. Next he produced the eftpos machine for me to scan my card. I was planning to pay with cash but when he said he would have to start all over again I quickly produced my Visa card. Then he printed off a couple of tickets, refused to give them to me, and handed back the piece of paper I had filled in. Very strange!

I still had plenty of time so I rolled over to the restaurant/bar and had a coffee with something sneakily removed from my bag.

There was free wifi so I called my sister on messenger and talked to her for a while. The staff in the bar were also introduced as was the Irish Wolfhound who was trotting around the bar.

The staff there had doubts about my dodgy ticket but when I walked Shirley ( not allowed to ride ) onto the ferry they were happy with my documentation and told me I could keep it as a souvenir. ( not going to happen!)

I notified the hostel at Portree that I wouldn’t be staying there. They had needed my full name, address, phone number and passport number to book me in a few days ago. Yesterday I call the hostel at Tarbert to book a bed for tonight and they were happy with just ‘Lois’.

I’m on the ferry now hoping I actually do have a bed tonight. This is my ferry reloading cars at Tarbert.

Yes, all good. I did 2 loops of Tarbert before finding the hostel which is probably the first thing you come to off the ferry. I didn’t recognise the road as  “Main St “

This place is fine and there is actually more room for my stuff in the the dorm than last night. Yesterday was also a mixed dorm which I wasn’t too excited about. Tonight there is only one other girl in my room.

Not sure what’s happening next. Better go sort it out.

[sdvharveybby]

hey!!! ur stuff is AWESOME and i love it so here's 7 for... ya guessed it, harvey !! i love him sm <33

7- “I’m not going to like what you’re about to tell me…. am I?”

You’re such a good friend, thank you so much bby!! AHHHH! I truly appreciate your kind words.

Oh, inspiration with this was actually getting my ass absolutely handed to me in Sekiro. I just started the game today and as a Dark Souls 1+3 and Bloodborne’s veteran- oof that game kicks some serious ass. It’s certainly more forgiving than DS and BB, but jeez- it ain’t nice. No sunshine and rainbows there kiddos. 

Also, my asks are now reopened! I closed them because school has started, but I believe I can still manage asks- they’ll just take longer than my previous works. They’ll get done though!

This work is kinda angsty? but it ends all soft and happy. When I read this prompt- this is just the story I thought of, and I think it worked out! I’m happy with it at least :)

LOVE YOU BBY THANKS FOR THE ASK!!

Word Count: 1462

Early in the morning, about 5am, Harvey tossed and turned. His alarm had just gone off and he sat, upright, in his bed trying to wake up. With the Summer heat in full swing his apartment became a sauna, even at night with fans on him constantly the heat was almost unbearable. He made an effort to stay hydrated and still get moderate sleep, but something with today seemed off to him.

The farmer offered to go on a date with him to the beach, even through the summer heat he couldn’t say no. He recalls seeing the farmer seeming nervous and almost guilt ridden when they asked him, and it created a pit in his stomach that was unshakeable. He always worried quite a bit, but with his insecurities he feared that the farmer would rather be friends than stay in a relationship. His constant thinking was crushing, but he sincerely hoped that he was overthinking it.

Harvey stood, albeit slowly, and rubbed his face with his hands. He took the day off today as no one would be coming in for a checkup, and he asked for Maru to take his place while he ran a few errands and worked on his hobbies. Harvey and the farmers date didn’t happen until 2pm, so he figured he should get some outside work done. It would help distract him from his thoughts until then if he read and worked on one of his new model airplanes.

He made his way over to his kitchen and began brewing coffee. He wasn’t hungry enough yet to make any breakfast, but he wanted to watch the sun rise while enjoying his coffee. Once it finished brewing, he poured it into a cup with some creamer, and began to open up his curtains to let any light in. It was still dark outside as he did this, but slowly it grew lighter out and he watched the sun peak over the trees. Watching the sun rise was such a beautiful sight to him- something he enjoyed doing almost every morning. It seemed, to him, that there was always something new to discover when watching it rise- it gave him peace and warmth.

“I know I’m just overthinking it…” He quietly mumbled to himself as he sipped his coffee. “But what if they find me childish or…” Harvey didn’t let himself finish. He shook his head, trying to wipe any thoughts he had away, the pit in his stomach growing bigger. After watching the sun rise, he began working on his model airplane and it eased his mind whilst doing so.

He watched his clock tick to 1:30pm and he began to gather his things to leave. With heavy footsteps, he made his way down into the clinic and greeted Maru, “Thank you for taking over today. I needed some time to myself,” He gave her a soft smile. “No problem! Happy to help and have fun with your date today!” Maru wore an unusually big smile, but he grumbled in response as he stepped out the door. He wasn’t sure what to expect when meeting the farmer, but he didn’t want to hide from them forever. Whatever was going to happen today he made sure to face it head on, but with his thoughts- he wasn’t allowed much solace.

Harvey still wore a happy expression though, he wanted nothing more than for his anxiety to cease, but he wasn’t the type to purposefully worry anyone.

He made his way to the beach and upon entering it he saw the farmer sitting on one of the benches that provided shade. Harvey let out a noticeable gulp and headed towards them. The farmer turned and gave them a big smile as he sat down, “Hey, Harvey! How’d you sleep?” Harvey gave a quick chuckle, “Nothing like sleeping in a swimming pool,” He joked and hearing the farmers laugh eased his nerves. He felt so comfortable with them and it overjoyed him to see them smile and laugh- it always made his heart skip a beat. “How was the sun rise today? Bright and shiny?” They asked him and he smiled, “Oh, of course. Even with the summer heat- the sun always gives a more comfortable and acceptable heat. Something I’ll never get tired of…” He let his sentence trail off as he leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees and his hands holding up his chin. His nerves started to grow once again, but with the farmer at his side he couldn’t help but to feel happy and content. “So, Harvey… There’s something I want to talk to you about.” There it was. This fated sentence that had been driving Harvey partially mad. He tensed up at their words but eased when they felt the farmers hand on his back. He gulped once again, but with his posture- his hair hid his face. “I’m… not going to like what you’re about to tell me, am I?” He whispered to them and the farmers hand that was softly rubbing his back ceased.

There was a momentary pause as he said this, the farmer shifting in their seat. “We’ve been together for a while now and I genuinely enjoy every minute I’m with you…” Here it comes… Just stay calm- trust their decision no matter what it is, he thought to himself as he listened carefully to the words that came out of their mouth. His body grew more tense, but he didn’t look at them. If his worst fear came true, he didn’t want to particularly see it. “Harvey, why are you so tense? Are you okay?” Their kind words shocked him out of his mental prison, and he turned to give them a smile, “Of course, carry on.” He urged as he motioned his body back into his hunched over position.

“Harvey… Would you marry me?”

His eyes grew wide at the thought, the absolute tidal wave of relief washed over him as tears brimmed his eyes. His worst fears shattered, and he did his best to choke back his tears of relief and excitement. As he still didn’t look at them, the farmer dangled the familiar mermaid’s pendant in front of him. He watched it sway back and forth- the view of the beach blurred behind it.

Harvey took in a deep breath and let out his tears, he turned to the farmer and gave them a big smile, “Yes! I would absolutely love to marry you!” The farmer wore a shocked expression as they watched him, but it quickly softened into admiration and love. “What did you think I wanted to talk about?” They questioned him as he pulled a napkin from his pants pocket to blow his nose, “Ah-“ he started as he attempted to gather himself. “I was so worried that this talk would be about breaking up.” He admitted, he sat back into the bench and wiped his watery eyes on his shirt sleeve. “I hate to admit it, but I just destroyed myself at the thought. I didn’t want to just be friends with you- I love you more than I ever thought I would. The thought just terrified me is all.” The farmer moved to face him. He had no choice but to look at the farmer he loved so much, and he gave them a big smile. The farmer smiled back and cupped his cheeks, they leaned in for a kiss which he greatly accepted.

After which, he pulled them in for a hug, “I could never do that to you, Harvey.” The farmer began nuzzled in his chest, “Because truth is- I feel the same way. I love you so much that that thought alone also terrifies me too. We’re in this world together, never forget that.” Harvey let out a few more tears as he clutched onto them. All of his worries had faded away- his heart slowed, and he no longer felt so nervous and anxiety ridden. He felt loved, appreciated, and accepted. To be their fiancé was like a dream he never thought would come true, and Harvey couldn’t help but to smile at the thought.

It had been hours since they both got together at the beach. It was filled with conversations, marriage planning, and jokes. Neither of them seemed bothered by the summer heat, but the day grew darker as it slowly transitioned into night.

The same sun that he watched rise into the sky that morning now began to set and they both watched it with eager eyes as they held each other in a tight embrace.

He wore the mermaid’s pendant with great pride and showered the farmer in kisses- it was certainly a day that neither of them would forget.

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[whatdoesshedotothem]

Sunday 20 September 1835

7 ½

12 10

A- returned yesterday - No kiss she had still a napkin on having had her cousin since last Monday fine morning thro’ rain in the night and recently - F58° at 8 ¼ at which hour breakfast - A- off on her pony to the school at 8 ¾ - came to my study at 9 10 - then ¼ hour skimming over last night’s paper - about 10 John Booth brought a boy he had taken trespassing son to a tailor, Wilkinson, of Hally hill - the lad begged hard - had not been in mischief and I left it to John to excuse him or not and John let him go - at 11 50 Charles H- brought in a man he had taken cutting hollies for whip stocks in the Allan car - the man had threatened to beat Charles - so sent George off immediately for Brierley the constable - B- not at home but a Mr Thompson arrived at 12 20 came instead of him and said he could manage equally well - I explained the matter to him - said I wished the utmost rigour of the law to be enforced, and left the matter in his hands - he would keep the man in confinement till 9 am tomorrow when the man and Charles as evidence must appear before the magistrates - A- got back at 11 - with one interruption or other I had not made much progress with my letters - but excused myself to my aunt - A- read prayers and by 1 ½ I had written 3 pages and under the seal of ½ sheet to lady Stuart dated yesterday and 3 pages of ½ sheet dated today to Lady Stuart de R- and 1 ½ pages of ½ sheet dated today to Charlotte Canning - Kind letter of congratulations to Lady S- should have written to inquire after herself 2 or 3 weeks ago but returned home by Leamington and Buxton and staid a little while at each, and was only just beginning to feel comfortably re-settled at home - had looked at 2 or 3 houses at Leamington thinking the place might suit us (A- and me) if circumstances made us wish to be away 2 or 3 months in the winter (alluding as Lady S- would understand? to my aunt’s death) - but said I liked Hastings better - said if I was occasionally long in getting my letters I always did get them at last - when from home merely for a few days, did not always desire my letters to be forwarded - for fear of accident or to get rid of business pother - kind letter of congratulations also to Lady Stuart de R- no mention of Leamington or Hastings - Lady S- had no idea of the possibility of their going to the continent - I did not think they would get as far as Italy - should not be sorry if they did not for ‘I should like to see Apennines with the same party with which I saw the Pyrenees, or, at least, with such of the party as may remain disposable - How may there maybe, we need not calculate just now - but the thought will steal in upon me, that, ere another 12 month is over, I may have another occasion of congratulation like the present’ - well satisfied with my 1 ½ page of congratulations to Charlotte - 2pm when A- and I drove off to the school - about ½ hour there then to church - the Sutherlands came Mr Wilkinson did all the duty - preached 16 minutes from Luke iii.42 latter part of - ½ asleep ½ the time - very civil to the S-s and would have little Sackville to go back with us, which he did - at Cliff Hill A- had a tête-à-tête 1st with her sister then with Captain S- then came to us all, and we sat till after 6 - I had talked 19 knots an hour - very civil to the S-s and particularly to little Sackville, so was A- the S-s seem in much better sorts today than on Thursday and all will be soon and amicably settled - A- and I to be off to York tomorrow and back on Tuesday or Wednesday - at home at 6 ½ - dinner at 6 40 - coffee - 20 minutes to ½ hour with my father and Marian - then sat talking in the north parlour - ½ hour with my aunt till 10 - poorly tonight - George took tonight undercover to ‘Lord Stuart de Rothsay Carlton house Terrace London’ my letter to ‘The honourable Lady Stuart Whitehall’ and my letter to ‘The Lady Stuart de Rothsay’ and ditto to ‘The honourable Mrs Canning’ and George brought back letter of thanks for mine of the 15th and the enclosure from Mr Patience at Lady de Grey’s school near Boroughbridge - wrote all the above of today till 10 ¾ - fine day till heavy shower and 1 peal of thunder and lightning between 12 and 1 - afterwards a few light showers - wrote all the above of today till 10 40 at which hour F59° and highish wind - then till 11 ½ writing note to Messrs. Parker and Adam dated tonight (to go tomorrow) about the holly-cutter taken this morning - Mr P- or Mr A- to go to the magistrates office at nine am tomorrow to see that all is done right - anxious to make an example of the man - and wrote letter to Rundell and Bridge dated Saturday - to go tomorrow acknowledging the receipt of the 2 watches A-‘s and mine and giving order on Hammersleys for the amount (£2.19.8) of the 2 bills.