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absolutebl · 3 years

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This Week in BL

April 2021 Part 4

it’s my birthday week! *raises a glass of pink milk*

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Second Chance Ep 4 - oh noes my babies are all so sad! Teen angst for the win. Tropes included: crying in shower, a very significant hand hold, & striped shirts. (At this point over half the cast has been in stripes.)

Love Machine Ep 1 - not gonna lie, I barely made it through the first half, this is a short run LOW budget experimental web series and it’s not good. Dropped.

Lovely Writer Ep 9 - I like it when LW gets serious because there are fewer dumb sound effects, but oof Aey, poor baby. How many Aeys have I known over the years? Rejected, broken, angry, lonely, and lashing out. On a different note, I haven’t see the “sex drug made us do it” plot device since 1980s Johanna Lindsey. Props to that cocktail rearing its ugly head. (yeh yeh) ZOMBIE TROPE ALERT. (Is this the point where I remind the world at a-play doesn’t have to hurt? Well, it doesn’t! Toys, prep, and lube people. Sheesh.) Anygay, zombie trope is put safely back underground. Please don’t let it rise again? (I KNOW, I’ll stop now.) So this was a rough episode, especially the back end. (Okay now I’ll REALLY stop.) Seriously tho, BL doesn’t do a massive coming out family drama scene often. I liked LW’s handling of this one. Hard to watch but compelling.

Close Friend Ep 1 (OhmFluke) - very cute snapshot into a LTR featuring an overworked music producer and his student BF. That’s the chassis for this whole series, each one has to do with the song & is a portrayal of that song’s message. Essentially, the theme of this one was remembering to make time for your partner. I enjoyed that. OhmFluke gave us easy casual familiar affection and a kiss, but no BL tropes, just romance.

Fish Upon The Sky Ep 3 - Pi is a total spazz & the ghost story bit was... well, it was something wasn’t it? Lots of tropes: fixing his clothes, wound tending, drag baby around, piggyback, head in lap, hand hold, and ending on a drunk kiss. I just noticed Pi uses guu/mueng with Mork, but Mork’s a year older. (So I have a new entry onto the linguistic brats list.) So rude and presumptuous. Also I gotta say this, don’t wear watches when you’re working on a cadaver, mmky boys?

Y-Destiny Ep 4 - look MaxNat have great chemistry, this ep had loads of great tropes (e.g. cheek kiss, rooftop, public claiming via phone), it’s not their fault I’m just not wild about these characters. I do like Nuea’s wanna-be idol wardrobe though. And Sun is sporting the red bag version of Tharn’s black bag that I wanted so bad in TT2. (I wonder if I can score a knock off when I’m over there?) Regardless, I basically grinned all the way through this installment, so that’s another thumbs up from me for Y-Destiny. Who knew I’d come around? Man would I love to see these two get their own series.

Brothers Ep 12 - teacher/student exposed! But the power of boys on phones will overcome all. No KhunKaow for me, so of course I found this ep tragically disappointing.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

HIStory 4: Close To You (Taiwan) Ep 6 - MuRen is officially a yaoi manga character in the flesh. H4′s outright mockery/subversion of tropes “don’t touch him he’s mine,” + “touch my lip & think of kissing” makes the fact that other (way more damaging) tropes are being blithely utilized without critique almost - dare i say it? - insulting. YongJie is trash but I’m the one who feels like trash because I want to forgive him. How aptly abusive & dysfunctional we all are. I don’t know whether to applaud H4 or start drinking. (Maybe this is the show I should invent a cocktail for? Who am I kidding? This is totally a jello shots show.)

Friend or Lover (Taiwan) Ep 2 - I thought this was only a microfilm but turns out it’s a web series. It’s cute. I’m enjoying it.

My Lascivious Boss (Vietnam) Ep 3 - subs take a while to drop but it’s still better than average. I like a secret identity trope, I love a grumpy/sunshine pairing, and the side couple is great but this ep was slow. With only 6 total (I assume) they better get the main couple together next ep or the improved quality of this series will be sacrificed on the alter of pacing issues.

Word of Honor (China) Ep 28-30 - slowed down to focus on bad guys (yawn...ooo Scorpion...yawn again). Then baby gets kidnapped, other baby goes crazy, and old friends turn up. We end on DOOM because mathematically this was an episode 11. All boxes checked.

Nobleman Ryu’s Wedding (Korea) Ep 3-4 - how is this show SO DAMN CUTE & weirdly wholesome at the same time? Another one of those: Will Korea resolve this satisfactorily in 4 short eps? But I seem to say that half way through every Korean BL. These days, I have complete faith. Warm fuzzies for everyone.

Stand Alones

Color Rush movie is the same as the series. There is a stinger at the VERY end (untranslated) but which I’m assuming has something to do with the missing mother. Is this a possible indication of a 2nd season? Hopefully someone will eng sub the stinger and post it out into the universe. So yeah, Color Rush movie = To My Star style, sadly, not Wish You. That said, I did enjoy watching with different subs. The first version I watched was fan subbed, and they were better on English colloquialisms. Viki’s subs are better on Korean colloquialisms.

Breaking News

Bunch of new press on Thailand’s I Told the Sunset About You 2 AKA I Promised You the Moon. Here’s a master post on the subject with all the links you could ever want. It will start airing May 27th 8 pm (Thai time) on LINETV.

New Thai Bl Golden Blood got a teaser trailer. Stars familiar side dish Gun Napat (Techno from LBC) as a rich kid who needs a bodyguard. Yeah, it looks to be the Thai version of Where Your Eyes Linger which is FINE. I love me a bodyguard romance. DO EETTT Thailand. Trailer contains ALL the tropes: dry his hair, piggyback, cooking together, and more, plus good smooches. It looks GREAT. Also cheeper to make then KinPorsche and it might get funded due to of residual enthusiasm. Also GOOD TITLE.

Close Friend got another teaser trailer this one for Talay & Yoon (no subs).

Taiwan has a new BL coming out... eventually. Looks to be a new franchise like the HIStory series with different couple(s) each season. It’s the first Taiwanese BL from a major in-country network. The first installment is titled Be Loved in House: I Do (seriously Taiwan, could we talk about your titles?). It stars a familiar face, Aaron Lai from HIStory: My Hero. It’s a grumpy/tsundere boss/employee office-set BL with some forced proximity to push them together. (Nods to Japan.) No release date, but (unlike Thailand) Taiwan usually doesn’t make announcements without content & serious intent.

Gossip

Taiwanese BL NOVEL Miracle dropped a trailer, no subs or translation. According to YouTube comments it was supposed to be part of HIStory3 but MODC took on its slot. Still it’s kinda fun to see what might have been.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Some shows may be listed later than actual air date for International accessibility reasons.

Upcoming 2021 BL master post here.

Links to watch are provided when possible, ask in a comment if I missed something.

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2ynjns · 3 years

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connected || kang taehyun

pairings: taehyun x reader

word count: 2.7k

genre: fluff, slight crack, soulmates!au

notes: bratty, lowkey annoying reader, reader is kinda oblivious, best friend!kai.

a/n: requested by anon!

Hello! Can I please request a soulmate au with taehyun? Maybe they can be connected through dreams? But please give it a happy ending 🥺👉👈 Thank you so much!! ❣

thank you so much for requesting! i enjoyed writing this one. although this might not what you expected i hope you liked it T T

+ i wrote this on google docs and idfk how it got to 8 pages 🤡

there you are again, wide awake in your room, staring at the ceiling and unable to sleep. you’ve shifted your position for about seven times now and you just can’t find the right position for you to even feel slightly sleepy. even using your phone to make yourself sleepy isn’t helping either, it just makes you more awake.

honestly, you have been thinking about this one person in your dreams. that person has been appearing in your sleeping state for weeks now and you are eager to figure out who that person is. you just want to know who he is and why the hell he keeps appearing in your resting brain.

and you wonder, do you also appear in his dreams? or is he even a real person? or is he a ghost?

you scratched your head from frustration and sat up on your bed.

12:18 am. you sighed and checked your phone, you swore to yourself this is going to be the last time you’d check your phone before you go to sleep, for real.

you even asked your friend huening kai if he ever encountered something like that before, he said no, but his older sister did. his older sister said that through people’s dreams, soulmates connect. you were confused at first because you never really believed in love, let alone soulmates.

“well guess what, i don’t really care about soulmates. i just need my peaceful and quiet sleep in. that person does not need to bother me and has no business to be in my brain at all.” you remember telling huening kai. you cringed at that thought but just brushed it off.

you have to attend your 8:30 am English class tomorrow morning and overthinking about that person isn’t helping you at all. you covered your face with your blanket and it’s good enough for you that you fell asleep after a few.i

you found yourself in your all white clothing wandering around a grass field alone. you looked at the horizon and it’s sunset. trying to look for your phone in your pocket, you found it and checked the time. 5:53 pm.

you frowned and looked for someone around, but you’re alone. there’s literally no one but you.

so you gave up and just sat on the grass to watch the sunset. i mean if you’re gonna be alone in an unfamiliar place, why not just sit down and appreciate the horizon right?

you sat and laid on the grass, you watched the sky as it turned dark but you couldn’t help but to be awed by the blue-orange hues of the sky with the sun setting. you smiled to yourself and sat up, you lifted your right hand and pretended to grab the sun as if it was a cookie.

“if you were to eat the sun, i don’t think it would be very pleasant.”

you quickly whipped your head around to see a blonde guy, also wearing all white just like you are. your brows met as you pointed.

“it’s you! again!” you yelped and faced him, now standing up. a gust of wind quickly brushed through your face and it made you squint and once you opened your eyes, the guy isn’t there anymore.

“actually, it’s you, again.” the guy said, now sitting on the grass next to where you were sitting. you frowned.

how the heck did he get there so quick? and what is he anyway?

“who are you?” you asked him, daring not to sit down because what if he just attacks you?

“i should be asking you that because you’re in my dreamland.” he looked up and raised his brow.

your eyes flew wide eyes and your hand involuntarily placed itself on your chest. “excuse me? your dreamland? YOU are in my dre-- wait, i’m dreaming again!” you turned around and grabbed a bunch of your hair out of frustration.

omygosh don’t tell me kai’s sister is right…

the guy chuckled and paid attention to the setting sun. “tsk, you’re being overdramatic.” he said and laid on the grass just like you did. you looked at him and you saw him resting on the grass, looking peaceful as ever.

you pouted and looked around to see if there is any exit so you could leave the place, but no. this place is just a never ending grassfield and horizon that there is no building structures or any door to leave, just grass and the sky.

“maybe if you stopped panicking there your body will just wake up by itself and you’d be able to leave in no time.” the guy told you, body still relaxed and eyes are still closed. you sighed and sat on the grass about six feet away.

you hugged your knees and looked at the sun again, gosh why can’t i just wake up?

“why are you so far?” now with his eyes open and looking at you. you rolled your eyes and shook your head.

“just practicing social distancing.” you said and dug your face on your knees.

you heard the guy chuckle as he sat up. “you believe in soulmates right?” he asked you, you paused before answering him. “no.” you admitted. “i think it’s stupid.” you added.

he shook his head, “you’re one dense of a person.” he stood up and walked towards you and held his hand out. “get up. let’s take a walk. i don’t think our bodies will wake up anytime soon.” he offered.

you just stared at his hand then to his eyes, you gave him a questionable look and not moving at all. “why would i take your offer?” you asked.

sigh, he is actually so done with you, your nonstop questions and your bratty attitude, but he’s just keeping his cool because he knows you are his soulmate. although he doesn’t want his soulmate to be this bratty, there’s really no turning back anymore. he can’t just throw a fit to the heavens above to take you back and change his soulmate.

“cause i’m your soulmate, smarty pants. now get up before i leave you here.” he said still having his hand out. you bit your lower lip before taking his hand and getting up.

he gave you a simple smile before walking ahead of you and you just followed him, not asking where he is heading but you actually want to know where he is going.

“where are you going?” you asked him, though he didn’t answer. he just kept walking without looking back, walking like there’s no end. well, literally there is no end.

you waited for his answer but you didn’t get any at all. so you threw in more questions.

“who are you?” “how are you my soulmates?” “so you believe in soulmates?” “why are you not answering me?” “why are we in each other’s dreams?” “why do we have soulmates?”

he stopped walking and took a very very deep breath. he turned around to meet your gaze and that caused you to feel flustered and stop breathing. you saw him purse his lips and sighing before saying something.

“soulmates connect through dreams.” he finally said, “god, why are you so annoying.” he said and continued walking.

you pouted and stomped your way to follow him again, now with your arms crossed. “i don’t even know your name.”

he shook his head and looked back at you still walking. he smiled at you, “it’s bleep”

you frowned at him. “what?”

“bleep is my name.”

you looked at him weirdly, “all i hear is bleep.” you said and rolled your eyes.

he just stared at you without any emotions, “why don’t you introduce yourself?”

you squinted and scrunched your nose. “my name is bleep.”

he laughed at you as if you were crazy, “well i guess both of our names are bleep.” he looked at the sun, now almost down to the ground.

“well this is it.” he turned to you and waved his hands. “see you around!”

and with a blink of an eye, you saw his body disintegrate into the air which caused you to be scared.

“wait!”

your phone alarm woke you up and you got up groggily, having only five to six hours of sleep when you knew you needed more to keep sane throughout the day. you massage your temples and turn off your alarm.

having to dream about that guy again, you’re kinda disappointed that you didn’t even catch his name and all you heard was bleep, which was very odd.

but you just shook it off, you’re not really interested in meeting him soon anyway. you don’t even believe in soulmates.

kai gave you a ride to your first class since you both have the same morning class together.

“i dreamt about that guy again.” you started while taking a bite of your bagel on the way to you lecture hall. he giggled and teased you.

“did he kiss you?” you pouted and took another bite of your bagel. “heck no. he was annoying.” you got in the lecture hall and walked towards your usual spot.

but your mood immediately fell down seeing another person sitting in your usual seat. you shook kai and pointed at the spot. “someone is sitting on my spot.”

kai looked at the direction and just shrugged. “you can sit on the opposite spot, still next to me.” he said, you frowned even more. “but i want my spot.”

kai pinched your sides before pulling you towards the seats. “stop being a brat and don’t give a tantrum. you’re an adult, you know better.” he shook his head and patted yours.

you gave the person a death glare before going to your new spot. but you couldn’t see the person’s face since they’re wearing their hood on and it’s covering their face. you sat on the chair next to kai with so much anger, wanting your seat back.

kai glared at you and sneered. “stop being a brat.” you rolled your eyes and took out your laptop to start taking notes.

15 minutes in the lecture you started to feel sleepy. you smacked your face lightly to keep yourself awake because you don’t really want to fall asleep at the lecture hall because one, you’re gonna fall asleep until later later, or two, you’re not going to be able to eat until later when you get home.

“lemme go to the restroom for a moment.” kai tapped your shoulders before heading to his business. you just nodded without looking at him and rested your chin on your hand, and sighed. gosh why does english lectures have to be this boring?

“even in real life you’re bratty.” the guy next to kai’s seat blurted.

you peeked to his direction just to be shocked it’s the same guy in your dreams.

your hands immediately covered your mouth from keeping yourself from screaming and yelling at the guy from first, stealing your seat, and second, oh shit he’s that guy in your dreams.

you pointed at him and whispered-yell, “it’s you!” you looked at your professor’s direction but he wasn’t really being mindful what the students are doing.

“what are you doing here? why are you here? you’re a student here?” you asked him, he just shook his head and rolled his eyes then paid his attention back to his tablet. “even here you ask so many questions.” he said and gave you a smile.

you crossed your arms and leaned on your chair, “you literally stole my seat and i always sit there.” you said.

he looked at you, “you’re unbelievable, it’s just a seat.” he got up and grabbed his stuff and walked towards you, “we can switch seats. it’s really not a big deal.” he said and pulled you up.

you excitedly got up and took back your seat, settling you laptop and bag on your usual spot and sat on the chair the guy was sitting on.

“omygosh, your butt is warm.” you said.

“stop complaining, i just gave you your seat back.”

you didn’t answer and there was an awkward silence between the two of you until kai came back next to you. his brows are furrowed to see that you have switched seats with the guy. “you switched seats?” he asked you and you happily nodded.

“got it back, thank god.” you said and hugged the desk in front of you. “i missed you.” you said to the table. kai just looked at you with disgust and went back to writing on his notebook.

“are they really like that?” the guy asked kai. kai quickly looked at the guy and shrugged. “yeah, they're always a brat. sorry about that, they probably bugged you when i was gone.”

taehyun just laughed and shook his head, “nah, they didn’t. i offered to switch seats since, well, they looked very upset. and i already knew they’re gonna be… like that…” kai gave the guy a smile before giving a small bow.

“thanks. and your name?”

“i’m taehyun. i’m new here so that’s why i accidentally got their seat.”

“hey stopped talking to him.” you told kai, kai whipped his head towards you and gave you the look. “and why not?” he asked.

you glared at taehyun and hissed at him, “he’s that person who keeps bugging me in my dreams.” you admitted.

kai’s jaw dropped opened and turned to taehyun, “oh my, you’re that guy?” he said. “you’re THE soulmate?”

taehyun let out an airy laugh before nodding, “unfortunately, that would be me.” he said.

kai shook his head and pinched your sides, “ouch! kai!”

“well, you’re going to treat him to lunch today, y/n. you’ve been acting bratty towards him and you should give him a pay back.” you rubbed your sides and hit kai’s arm.

“he should be the one treating me lunch since he’s been keeping me awake the past nights.”

“actually, you’re sleeping and resting when we meet in the dream so you’re actually not sleepless.” taehyun pointed out. you glared at the guy again attempting to throw your pencil at him.

instead of taking sides, kai just blocked his arms in between you and taehyun to stop the bickering he’s witnessing in front of him. “okay okay, how about we just take lunch together since taehyun is new here, yeah? and no, y/n you can’t complain, again.” kai said before you could say anything.

you pouted and looked away. “as if i could do something about it. i’m practically stuck with this guy forever.” you said.

an hour has passed of you and taehyun arguing in class, you finally decided to take an early lunch since you have another class at 12. and yes, kai dragged taehyun with you both to tour the new guy around campus and meet new people around.

“hey bleep, what are you getting?” taehyun asked you, you scratched your head and answered. “i’m getting carbonara. Why?”

“okay, i’m getting carbonara too.” taehyun said. kai walked towards you and taehyun and teased you both. “did a hear a secret nickname between you two?” kai wiggled his brows.

“ew no.” “yes we did.”

you kicked taehyun on the shin before walking to the counter to order your food.

“that hurt!” taehyun ran to you as you order your plate.

“one carbonara with breadstick please, and iced tea.” you said, “make that two.” taehyun said before pulling out his card and giving it to the cashier.

you looked at him handing his card as it was swiped on the machine, “why?”

“take this as my apology. and you’re my soulmate, you’re basically my other half or whatever. so drop the attitude and let’s be friends for once.”

you stuck your tongue out to him and walked to an available table and taehyun sat next to you. “my name is taehyun.” he said and offered his hands for a handshake.

you didn’t hesitate but to take, “y/n”

“at least we’re not bleeps anymore.” he said, which made you giggle. “don’t tell me you’re gonna be in my dreams again tonight.” you frowned.

taehyun held your cheeks between his fingers and gave it a slight squeeze. “yes, i am and get used to it.” he squeezed your cheeks a little harder and he cooed at you.

“maybe you’re cute, you’re just annoying.”

“hey!”

“omygod, can you two get a room. we can see that you’re soulmates, jeez.”

#tomorrow x together #txt #kang taehyun #taehyun #txt imagines #txt imagine #txt scenarios #txt scenario #txt fluff #kang taehyun imagines #taehyun imagines #taehyun scenarios #taehyun fluff #taehyun au #txt au #txt x reader #taehyun x reader #PLS IT KINDA GETS CRINGY AT THE END

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flipomatic · 3 years

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Midnight

Summary: By the time Tsubaki woke up, it would already have been Aoi’s birthday for many hours. That was a long time, way too long to make Aoi wait for her birthday wishes. Tsubaki knew what that was like, waiting and waiting for someone to say something or even notice.

If Tsubaki wanted to make Aoi’s birthday special, which of course she did, there was only one answer. Just giving her a gift wasn’t enough. Tsubaki would stay up until the day changed, until it was time to wish Aoi happy birthday. That way Aoi wouldn’t have to wait even one minute.

Author Note: This is based on the area conversation Rondo has for Aoi’s birthday. Happy birthday Aoi!

Word Count: 1500

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Tomorrow was a very important day. It had been marked on Tsubaki’s calendar ever since Rondo formed, with a large gold star drawn over it.

Writing in the center of that star, in large letters, marked Aoi’s birthday.

Over the last month Tsubaki had hunted for the perfect present, the perfect gift for her DJ. It took the better part of that month to find something, but it was worth the search. She wrapped the gift carefully and placed it near the calendar, making sure not to lose it.

Rondo also made arrangements to go to the café that day, to throw a small party there. Hiiro set everything up and divided what they each needed to bring. Tsubaki was bringing the hats, which she bought from the store last week.

It wasn’t a surprise party, but they hadn’t told Aoi any of the details besides when and where to be. Hiiro said it would be more fun that way, though Tsubaki wasn’t sure if she agreed. Regardless, that was how she planned it.

Now, the big day was almost here. Tsubaki was sitting at the desk in her room, finishing up studying for school. She glanced over at the clock; it was just after 10 pm.

She closed the book in front of her, before stretching her arms out as she yawned. Outside of Rondo performances, Tsubaki didn’t usually stay up much later than 11. She had some early classes, which often demanded earlier sleeping hours.

Besides, there wasn’t any reason to stay up. Her house was quiet and lonely.

So, Tsubaki got ready for bed. Her phone, which she had left on the desk, lit up as it buzzed once. Hiiro must’ve texted her back. They’d been talking about the party tomorrow, finalizing any last details.

“I think we have everything.” Indeed, Hiiro had responded. A sticker of a tiny anime character giving a thumbs up followed the text.

That was great news. Tsubaki wanted to make Aoi’s birthday special, and having the party was a big part of that. Her mind went to her gift, which she was less confident about. Though she had picked it carefully, a hint of insecurity remained in her mind. She could only hope that Aoi liked it.

Tsubaki replied to the text. “Great, let me know in the morning if anything comes up.” She stood from her chair to get ready for bed.

By 10:30 she was lying under her blankets, lights off and cell phone in hand.

Hiiro had texted back. “It’ll be fine, don’t worry. Sleeping soon?”

That was her intent, yes. She had a long day ahead tomorrow. When she woke in the morning, it would be Aoi’s birthday.

Something about that didn’t feel right. Tsubaki set her phone aside for the moment and looked up at her ceiling.

By the time she woke up, it would already have been Aoi’s birthday for many hours. That was a long time, way too long to make Aoi wait for her birthday wishes. Tsubaki knew what that was like, waiting and waiting for someone to say something or even notice.

Now it was 10:35. Tsubaki only had an hour and 25 minutes left to wait. She picked her phone back up to reply to Hiiro.

“Not yet, I’m staying up a bit longer.” She sent the message, before going to scroll social media.

Her phone buzzed with the reply. “Busy with homework?” It was accompanied by a question mark frog emote that Tsubaki had seen once before.

“No, that’s not it.” Tsubaki hesitated, unsure how much she wanted to tell Hiiro. She hadn’t felt embarrassed when she decided it a few minutes ago, but now that she was about to tell someone else her face felt warm. “I’m staying up to tell Aoi happy birthday.”

Hiiro’s response came quickly. “Awww that’s so sweet!!”

“It’s a secret, don’t tell anyone.” What Tsubaki meant by that was, don’t tell Aoi or Nagisa. Hiiro wasn’t the best at keeping secrets; perhaps this had been a mistake.

“Of course!” Hiiro added a zipped lips emoji.

Tsubaki checked the time, 10:45. Midnight was closer, but not much closer. Her eyes already felt tired from lying down. She set an alarm for 11:55, just in case she dozed off.

Then she deliberately changed the topic with Hiiro, who would hopefully follow through on keeping her secret.

The time ticked by slowly, Tsubaki’s eyes growing heavier with each passing minute. Her conversation with Hiiro ended, leaving her to wait on her own.

To pass the time, she listened to recordings of Rondo’s music. It had felt strange when she first joined the unit, listening to her own voice. She’d gotten used to it now.

10 minutes passed, then 30, then 60.

Tsubaki checked the clock again. It was 11:45. She felt even more tired now, fighting off sleep to stay awake. If only it wasn’t so hard to keep her eyes open.

Her alarm went off at 11:55, which startled Tsubaki out of dozing. She hadn’t even realized how close she was to falling asleep. Her phone was still clasped tightly in her hand.

Keeping the phone screen on after shutting off the alarm, she clicked into her texts with Aoi. They had been talking that afternoon about their last performance.

With only a couple minutes until midnight, Tsubaki started typing her message.

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As usual, Aoi was focused on her work. Her headphones were secure over her ears as she mixed music, carefully listening to each beat. She’d already been at it for at least a few hours.

Tomorrow was her birthday, but she wasn’t thinking about it. Hiiro had some kind of party planned. She wouldn’t share any details with Aoi though, even when she asked, and just told her to be there.

The sun had already long set as she worked, but the lamp on her desk and the light from the computer screen countered the encroaching darkness. Her phone was face down on the desk next to her keyboard, set aside for the time being.

Aoi had been mixing a new sample, something she wanted to use during Rondo’s performances. It would provide some variety and a new sound for their set. Even though they always worked the same club, it was good to change things up.

Of course, if it was going to be part of Rondo’s performances it needed to be mixed perfectly.

This led to Aoi creating multiple versions of the sample, so she could play them over Horizontal Oath and test how they sounded. She went through them one at a time, scrutinizing them fully.

Aoi was on the fourth one, which also wasn’t going to work, when her phone buzzed on the table. She could feel it through the surface, as it vibrated multiple times. Aoi used to keep it with ringtones on only, but with her headphones she often missed calls and messages.

Now, she paused the music and reached for her phone. When she flipped it over, she realized how late it had become.

The time on her phone said 12:00, midnight exactly. The reason it buzzed was because she got a text.

Aoi clicked into the message, which was from Tsubaki. It read:

“Happy birthday Aoi!!! I’m grateful every day that you brought me in to Rondo and I hope your next year is even better than the last!” A couple party popper emoji were placed on the end.

Aoi’s eyes widened as she read, and then re-read the message. Her heart felt unbearably warm, lips curved up into a smile. That’s right, now it was her birthday.

Tsubaki’s message, delivered right at midnight, was her very first birthday wish. That Tsubaki would send the message right as the day changed, to be the first one, made Aoi incredibly happy.

When she met Tsubaki in the church, she never imagined how close they would become. She couldn’t have predicted how much she would value the mysterious singer, the young woman whose voice swept through her heart. Aoi was grateful too, that Tsubaki had entered her life this year.

She wanted to reply immediately, so Tsubaki would know how she felt. The events of the last year, forming and performing as Rondo, felt like the start of something incredible.

“Thank you, it’ll be great because you’re in it!” She typed back, hitting send before she could rethink those words. A moment later, the message said delivered. It stayed like that as Aoi set her phone down, face up this time. Perhaps Tsubaki had walked away from her phone; Aoi hoped she would see it soon.

As the clock ticked to 12:02, Aoi returned to her samples. She had a couple more to test, to see if they were good enough, then she would go to bed.

This would be her first birthday spent with Rondo, with Tsubaki. Aoi couldn’t stop thinking about it.

#tsubaoi #d4dj #d4dj fic #aoyagi tsubaki #miyake aoi #hello i wrote this fast #because i love them #and also the birthday stuff was super great #flip writes #happy birthday aoi!

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zodiyack · 4 years

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Requested by @maniaisbliss: So you think you could possibly do a modern reader x tommy? Where she travels back in time or something?

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Female!Modern!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, tinnnny bit of OOC Tommy during the begging (ideka), angst, fluff,

Note: I tried writing it like if they just met, but I was out of ideas, until today when sudden inspiration hit and this was created. My apologies for the lateness! I’m so sorry if this is not what you wanted! (I started writing this at 11:30 pm and finished at 12:13 am, so this time I have a reason for saying “sorry if this sucks” 😅)

Taglist: @captivatedbycillianmurphy @stydia-4-ever @matth1w @redspaceace @jenepleurepasbaby @simonsbluee, @peakysputain

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Tommy smirked. How did he get himself into this mess? A girl comes from the future, he seduces her, then falls for her, and now is praying, with some form of faith he knows he doesn’t even have, that she may never be presented with an opportunity to return to the future.

He turned, eyes falling along her body, clothed in only a semi-see-through gown, as the sun danced along her skin. It was quite the sight. One he wished he could wake up to every single day. Her hair not kept in the professional do, instead free and what one would call, wild. He admired the vulnerability she allowed him to see, and the fact that he was the one she allowed to see such a thing.

His hand traced her soft skin, “Good morning, love.”

“Morning, Tommy. Any meetings today?”

Thomas almost chuckled at the face of the sleepy woman in front him, very obviously still half asleep and struggling to keep her eyes open. “Just one. At ten I believe. A family meeting.”

She groaned. Definitely awake now.

“Relax,” the chuckle broke free, “you’ll be able to attend one as soon as I put a ring on your finger.”

Y/n paused, then turned to Tommy with wide eyes and a mouth that rested slightly ajar. “What?”

“Damn, did I not inform you of my plan to marry you? How unfortunate. I went out and bought this ring for n-”

“Tommy!!” She smiled, eyes still wide with shock, as he held the box with a quirked eyebrow. “Holy shit! Thomas! You didn’t have to-”

“Oh, but I assure you, I did.” He stood and walked to her side of the bed, lifting her and spinning her before placing a soft kiss to her lips. Her arms wrapped around his neck and matching smiles snuck onto their faces. “So, will you, Y/n L/n, marry me?”

“Of course! Yes!” She pulled away as he set her down, and allowed him to slide the ring onto her finger. Y/n walked back to their bed, frowned at the timing on his pocket watch, “Tommy...you did say ten, right?”

“Yes- why?”

“Thomas, it’s a couple minutes past ten! You best hurry!” She laughed and kissed her fiancé goodbye, waving before she shut the door.

“Thomas. Nice of you to join us.”

“Yes, well, I had some business to finish.” John snorted at Tommy’s response, his dirty mind elsewhere, before Esme gave him a small glare.

“I’m serious, Thomas.”

“Good God Esme, do you ever loosen up? Perhaps plan on hopping off Tommy’s back while you’re at it?” Pol had enough with Esme, as, most of the time, usual. “Anyways, Tom, we need to discuss some stuff with the betting shops. So-”

“No. My business first.”

“Esme-”

“No, John, let her say what she has to say.” Thomas was intrigued, caught by the fire in Esme’s eyes. Whatever she had to say, he was interested.

“Y/n. It’s about Y/n.” He froze, eyes narrowing, but nodded for her to continue. Esme smirked a little when she saw Tommy’s jaw clenching. “You proposed to her. As you told us you were going to, am I wrong?”

“No, you’re quite correct, but I don’t see what the meaning of this is.”

“She’s from the future. One day, there’s going to be a way for her to go back home. We all know that,” she looked around the room, raising her shoulders as if it were a fact everyone indeed knew. “Meaning, she gets a chance at going home, and who’s to say she won’t take it? She’ll leave you here, in the 1900s, alone, while she goes back to the future and probably marries some other rich man.”

Tommy clenched his fist and cursed under his breath.

“Tom, don’t listen to her. We’ve all seen it, Y/n loves you, a lot.” Ada tried to comfort her brother.

“No, no, Esme’s right though.” Linda interjected, much to everyone’s dismay. “Even if she does love him, the future is her home. She doesn’t belong here.”

“Arthur, control your wife, please!”

He couldn’t take it, it was bubbling up inside. Esme’s words. Then Linda’s. Polly sped over to Tommy and tried to calm him. She rubbed his back and asked him if he was alright, but her voice became quieter, drowned out by the words repeated in varieties such as mutters, shouts, and more.

Why hadn’t he thought of it before? She was from the future, and he was in what was his present time.

His breathing became off. Anger. Then hurt. Then regret. He needed her. Her reassurance. Her comfort. He just needed to know that they were wrong without actually needing to ask.

Finally, there was only a couple more days until the wedding was to take place. Tommy had gotten the care that needed, many nights ago. When he returned with such worry, Y/n almost thought he’d gone bonkers. She held him close to her that night, and promised him she’d never let anything come between them.

Word had gotten out. Specifically, word of Y/n’s way home spread to the Shelby family. The people who were involved in the accidental time-travel requested that the Shelby family meet them by a water well near the edge of what Tommy was sure to be the middle of nowhere. They wanted Y/n to be the only person there, to take her back to the future and never return again.

It would be wrong for Tommy not to tell her. And so he did. He wished he had another choice, but he wanted her to be happy. He pulled her aside, told her the news, and left her to decide on her own.

She met them at the car and climbed into the back. Y/n held a frown on her face. Though happy to go home, she felt something was... wrong, in a way. They neared the said well and Tommy helped her out.

“Y/n...” His hands rested on her waist. “We could stall, ya know?”

“Tommy- don’t make this harder than it already is...”

“’M sorry...” He pulled her in for one last kiss, allowing his tears to fall, finally. She was going home, he should be happy for her, but a part of him wanted to order his brothers to destroy whatever was going to be Y/n’s transportation home. “Stay safe for me, alright?”

She nodded and pecked his lips again, wiping away her tears. “Don’t die...promise?”

A small smile appeared on his face, “I promise.”

He watched her turn and walk into the fog. Tommy tried to study the actions between the two and Y/n; he could see their silhouettes, but not them completely. He squinted, watching the taller of the pair point to somewhere out of Tommy’s view.

He couldn’t hear anything, but he knew they were talking.

“Come, Miss L/n, we’re bringing you home.”

Y/n’s thoughts finally clicked. The memories of the events during her time in the 1900s raced past each other, showing her glimpses of things. Things she’d possibly miss. Tommy’s proposal. The wedding that was supposed to be in a number of days. Something she’d definitely miss. Somebody she’d definitely miss.

“I am home.”

“What?!”

“I’m staying.”

The female, shorter figure of the two, questioned Y/n, “You accidentally stumbled into one of our experiments, causing you to be zapped or whatever into the 1900s, then we spend a long time creating a way to bring you back, let’s not forget all the science and math that took, with our education at stake, and you want to stay?”

Y/n nodded, “Precisely.” She turned back to the car, racing as fast as she could, crossing her fingers with the hope that he hadn’t left.

Tommy was just about to turn around, walk back to the car, go to the betting shop, face defeat, admit Esme was right, but he noticed one of the silhouettes running at him. The figure became more prominent, the familiar view reaching his line of sight.

“Y/n? W-” She cut him off by jumping into his arms and connecting their lips. He spun her around, like the morning he asked her to marry him, and smiled into the kiss. They pulled away, breathless, but he continued to hold her. “I thought you were going home?”

“You are my home, silly.”

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livingouttheworsttimeline · 3 years

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Why am I so tired all the time?

4:30 am: youngest child wakes up after wetting the bed. change child, change bedsheets, replace drinks, turn night time music back on, convince youngest child that it is in fact still night time. Climb back into bed a 4:55.

5:00 am: eldest child comes to tell me that youngest child wants to play. I am aware, because I have heard her loudly declaring such since I left their room. Tell oldest child to go back to bed. Pray that, somehow, for the very first time, they will put themselves back to sleep.

5:05 am: give up on hopeless prayers. Get up and take both children to the living room. Change the youngest into underwear. Log into tablets and override the “do not turn on until 6 am” setting. Wait for coffee to finish brewing.

5:23 am: extract self from underneath 2 children and a dog to pour first cup of coffee. It’s half caff, because spouse has a heart condition. Remind self that I can have several cups with impunity.

5:45 am: Eldest child is unhappy with the pre-made breakfast provided for him the night before. When asked what he would like to eat, he responds, “bacon, chinese food, or pizza.” Explain, again, that we need a variety of foods for our bodies to grow strong. Spend 15 minutes convincing him to eat $5 worth of blackberries as a compromise.

6:12 am: Finish 2nd cup of coffee, realize that eldest child’s night time pull up is overflowing with poop. Usher him to the bathroom for a bath. Feel humbled when I realize that I spent 10 years in grad school, and yet I am still reduced to wiping shit off another person. Calmly remind eldest child that he is capable of using the potty, and that I have confidence in him.

6:30 am: Spouse awakes, complains that he slept poorly. Roll eyes and go back to drinking 3rd cup of coffee, in between being elbowed in the stomach and explaining that no, I do not know how to work the video game you just downloaded 15 seconds ago. Remind self that I am their physical and mental safe place, which is worth the literal bruises and mental stress.

6:45 am: extract self from pile of children and dog by physically lifting each dependent off my lap. Verify that spouse is up for supervision duties, collect running clothes, and start treadmill.

6:47 am: stop treadmill because youngest child has entered the room and decided that I will not run today because it’s not fair. Remind self that arguing fairness with a 3 year old is the definition of futility. Gently remind her that I love her, she is a big girl, and she can play independently while I run.

6:49 am: start treadmill again. Nagging calf pain seems to be back. Scale back workout, remind self that value of the run is not the distance. Do extra core workout to compensate.

7:30 am: shower. Mediate 2 sibling fights from shower. Fortunately, children are camped out in the bathroom with me, so I don’t have to leave a trail of water through the house to interact.

7:35 am: Marvel at the thought that spouse takes a 45 min shower. EVERY DAY. Note gratitude that I am working from home, and no longer have to style hair and makeup.

7:36 am: Refill kid drink cups for the 3rd time today. Spend 30 minutes convincing, cajoling, and bribing kids to put on clean underwear. We no longer try for clothes.

8:06 am: turn on work computer. Respond to a weekend full of emails. Handle 5 pressing tasks for side hustle, reasoning that if I get them out of the way, I can push the rest of that to do list to after working hours.

8:45 am: Answer persistent pounding on locked office door. refill drinks and provide snack. Reassure youngest child that mommy is still here, but she needs to work.

9:03 am: debate whether going to the bathroom is worth leaving the office and the begging that ensues. Make wrong choice either way.

9:15 am: morning meetings get shuffled later, because childless coworkers “are running late this morning.” Marvel at the concept of 9:15 am being early.

9:30 am: solid wall of meetings until noon. Update team on status at end of last week, despite not remembering what you just ate for breakfast. Realize that you haven’t eaten breakfast. Run training and introduction for new team member. You are the only woman on the team, so you get do the training because “you’re so good at explaining things.”

12:00 pm: Call youngest child’s preschool, make sure you can bring by her supplies and still adhere to Covid protocols. Preschool is also side hustle, so cram a parent and employee meeting into a single hour. Explain that new registration system will, in fact, be more efficient than old paper system. Remind preschool staff that we committed to going paperless. Make small talk with preschool teachers until the hour is up. Hop in the car and speed home.

1:00 pm: children adhere to my side the second I walk in the door. Spouse is in the shower. Children have eaten approximately 3 bites of their pb&j sandwiches, and demand different lunch. Remember that you have not eaten lunch yet. Refill drinks for 4th time, provide reasonable lunch alternatives.

1:25 pm: Remember that you scheduled a meeting for 1:30, and. you need to be present. Calculate that extraction from children is not possible in 5 minutes, and take meeting with youngest child on lap. Despite having weaned 1.5 years ago, youngest child decides that you’re still nursing, and pulls down top on video call. Spend most of call switching on and off mute. Catch every 3rd word.

1:45 pm: apologize to team, promise to reschedule a follow up with more focus. Hang up, extract youngest child’s arm from shirt. Refill drinks for the 5th time. Bribe children to get in bed for a nap with the promise of a visit to nana and pop this afternoon.

1:48 pm: children’s beds have been stripped, due to accidents last night, but spouse “doesn’t know where the clean sheets are”, and so hasn’t remade beds. Children petition to nap on the floor. Explain floor is not comfortable. Find clean sheets, make 2 beds, take everyone to the potty, tuck both children in.

2:20 pm: Realize that you have 40 minutes of actual work time left today, outside of meetings. Try to prioritize, with the knowledge that whatever you get done will not be enough. Deny request for drink refill.

3:00 pm: kick off afternoon meeting block. Try frantically to make the 40 minutes that you did get to work sound like a whole lot more. Wake children up during bathroom break so that they’ll be able to sleep tonight. Refill drinks for 5th time.

3:45 pm: Curse the fact that youngest child has inherited your distaste for waking up. Gently coax her awake in between meetings.

4:00 pm: Wrap up last task from meetings, make list of all new tasks. Realize that today you have checked off one task, and received 7 new ones. Promise self that you’ll get your work laptop back out after the kids are in bed. Ignore the sense of despair that threatens to overtake you.

4:20 pm: Bribe children into putting on clothes with promise of fruit snacks at grandparent’s house. Feel mildly guilty as you put on your second round of workout gear. Load children in double jogging stroller, jog to grandparent’s house.

5:00 pm: collect children to head home for dinner.

5:10 pm: threaten no more fruit snacks if children don’t put on their shoes. Grandparents go get them more fruit snacks.

5:23 pm: explain that the sun is going down in 24 minutes, and that we have to leave now to get home before it gets dark. Remember that time is immaterial. Wish for that blissful sense of ignorance.

5:37 pm: push 100 lbs of toddler and stroller up giant, hilly driveway. Spouse greets us with “what’s for dinner?” Politely remind him that he promised to plan and make dinner while we were gone. Grit teeth at his “I didn’t know what to make” response. Quickly run through available, easy, acceptable options and make dinner.

6:15 pm: serve dinner. Eat own dinner in 2.5 minutes, then spend rest of meal refilling drinks and plates, heating up or cooling down, and cajoling children to eat anything at all.

6:45 pm: Announce that tonight we don’t need to take a bath. Youngest child immediately melts down, because she wanted to take a bath. Eldest child melts down because, even thought he didn’t want to take a bath, he wanted to taunt his sister while she was in the bath.

6:53 pm: Loose temper for 1st time today, scream that children need to brush their teeth. Step away to calm down. Spouse gets upset because “You can’t handle the children without yelling.” Bite tongue all the way through to avoid snarky reply.

7:10 pm: read 2 story books. Read one more. Explain again, that mommy cannot read anymore, and daddy will come read for a little while. Extract self from pile of children, and tuck both in. Hugs, kisses, and fist bumps. Twice. Then once more, after you’ve left the room.

7:15 pm: contemplate second shower. Decide that you didn’t really get that sweaty on the walk, and it’s not like you’re going out. Collapse on sofa with phone and mindless tv.

7:25 pm: spouse comes into the living room after harrowing duty of reading for 10 minutes. Hand over the remote, pull out side hustle lap top and finalize tasks for the day.

8:30 pm: remember that you promised to do main job work. Bring out that laptop to run some code while you continue side hustle work.

9:15 pm: Finish side hustle work, give up on main job work for the evening. Mentally apologize to team for not making more progress, promise to self that you’ll be more focused tomorrow.

9:30 pm: tell spouse that you need to go to bed. Endure his eye roll and disappointed face. Apologize for needing to go to sleep so early, and reassure him that you’re doing the best you can.

10:15 pm: eldest child has night terror. Comfort eldest child until he’s calm. Comfort youngest child, who is upset at brother’s screams. Realize that spouse is still watching tv in the living room while you comfort children.

11:00 pm: listen to youngest child cry for 10 minutes until spouse begrudgingly tends to her. Remind self that it is not solely my job to comfort our children. Try to go back to sleep.

3 am: eldest child wakes up with question about mushrooms that is vitally important. Answer to best of middle-of-the-night ability, acknowledge that you appreciate his curiosity, but that there are times when questions are not appropriate. Get him back to sleep.

4:30 am: youngest child wakes up.

#working mom #why am i so tired

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sammisafetypin · 4 years

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O1/WB Timeline Analysis

hi !! so I was curious about time stuff going on in outlast 1 and whistleblower , because lets be real , its .. not Terribly consistent and trying to write anything regarding th canon of o1 and wb is a nightmare because of it . so I was thinking about it , ended up googling how long a drive from DC to Colorado is , and from there ended up starting to analyze stuff like sky lighting , and I think I ended up with a pretty good idea of what rough times things start and end ! I was mostly curious about how long it takes for th riots to start , how long Waylon is in engine therapy* , and how long both Waylon and Miles spend in th asylum , and I think I came up with decent answers !

I wrote it all on a google doc originally , but i don’t know if tumblr still does that stupid thing where it won’t let posts with links show up in tags or not , so i’m just gonna copy-paste everything i wrote under th readmore

rlly sorry if dere’z any inconsistenciez , i tried my best to make sure everything made sense and i THINK it does ? you can also scroll past th indented lists of me listing times by hour , i used em cuz i cant count * for th sake of simplicity i use ‘engine therapy’ to refer to what happens to waylon where he has to watch th engine but isnt put into th full thing

NOTE: this sort of jumps around because 1. I’m autistic and just sort of ramble out disjointedly like this and 2. I wrote it rather late at night . I tried to clean it up and write down stuff that pulls things together more coherently , but still .

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We have very little point of reference for how long waylon went through engine therapy for before the riots , but we know that a drive from DC to Colorado is about 27 hours without stopping .

Waylon’s email was sent on Sept. 17, 2013 . there is no physical way that Miles could’ve showed up on the same day , and we know that the Mount Massive Incident took place on the 18th . Waylon writes his email and sends it approximately 2 hrs before the opening cinematic . we have no point of reference for what time it is — the computers in the start have no time displays that I can find , and we can’t see outside . We’ll get back around to that though — if we can figure out when Miles showed up and how long he took to show up , we can find out the email time .

Oh yeah , we’re hyper-analyzing . in Outlast 1 , when Miles arrives , it appears to be late sunset , probably civil or nautical twilight . It’s storming but the horizon is visible , and the sun is far enough down that most of the sky is dark except for the west horizon . The differences of twilights are difficult to tell , especially because of the storm , but it looks like civil or nautical twilight . Sunset starts at 7:08 PM and nautical twilight ends at 8:06 PM on this exact day around Mount Massive . Visibility might be altered based on elevation , but 1. I don’t know how to account for that , and 2. I put Leadville into the website as well and received the same times beyond a one minute earlier difference for civil twilight , which is probably a result of just distance anyways . And , it’s most likely the asylum is built near ground level , because it’s unlikely that an insane asylum would be built on a high mountain cliff . All in all , for simplicity purposes we can say Miles showed up at around 7:30 PM on the 18th .

If we turn back the clock exactly 27 hours , that puts us at

6 pm - 1 5 pm - 2 4 pm - 3 3 pm - 4 2 pm - 5 1 pm - 6 12 pm - 7 11 am - 8 10 am - 9 9 am - 10 8 am - 11 7 am - 12 6 am - 13 5 am - 14 4 am - 15 3 am - 16 2 am - 17 1 am - 18 12 am - 19 11 pm (sept 17th) - 20 10 pm - 21 9 pm - 22 8 pm - 23 7 pm - 24 6 pm - 25 5 pm - 26 4 pm - 27

4 PM on the 17th! if Miles literally drove for 27 hours straight , in perfect traffic without stopping once , and left immediately after receiving Waylon’s email , the email would’ve been sent about 4:30 PM on the 17th . but Miles is obviously very alert when he shows up , and probably not dumb enough to try to drive 27 hours without eating or sleeping . as a reporter , though , he’s probably also used to driving long distances . let’s give the benefit of perfect traffic and that he left immediately , and say that in total stopping for food , bathrooms , fuel , etc. added up to 2 hours . let’s say he split the drive into two sessions , perhaps a 16 hour and a shorter 11 hour , it doesn’t really matter , and slept 7 hours between them .

3 pm - 1 2 pm - 2 1 pm - 3 12 pm - 4 11 am - 5 10 am - 6 9 am - 7 8 am - 8 7 am - 9

Being as time-conservative as possible , Waylon sent the email at ~7 AM on the 17th , and was first exposed to engine therapy at ~9 AM . Miles arrives the next day , at ~7 PM , about 36 hours after the email is first sent .

We also know when Waylon is given engine therapy in the opening cinematic that it’s mentioned that Billy made a lateral ascension , and that that’s a problem . It’s most likely this lateral ascension led directly into the Walrider breaking free under Billy’s control and initiating the riots .

We don’t know how long Miles spends at Mt. Massive , but we know that Waylon sees the burning church not long after Eddie’s death , and very soon after hears an announcement about an “unknown assailant” in the underground lab , Miles . Let’s assume that after the ‘12 hours later’ time marker , the remaining events of the vocational block take up about 2 hours , accounting for Waylon slipping in and out of consciousness a few more times . It’s sunup on the 19th when Waylon escapes the vocational block / when Miles kills Billy and is possessed , we see that from both perspectives (the windows in the admin block and the loading bay in the sub lab) and the sun rises at 6:51 AM . back with it again at the 7:30s , Miles probably dies around 7:30 - 8 AM on the 19th . This allows for the time between Miles seeing the loading bay and the last events of the game after that . That means he spent 12 hours in Mt Massive . That means that he arrived 2 hours into Waylon’s unconscious period , and went through the asylum almost entirely during that time .

So with that , we can start turning back time . That means that it’s 7:30 PM 2 hours into Waylon being unconscious in the vocational block , so he was knocked out around 5:30 PM . This doesn’t line up very well with us seeing it appearing to be dark in earlier outside areas , but please understand that it’s nearly impossible to make this completely accurate . I think we can use the heavy fog as a partial excuse , and the strange greenish-yellow tint the sky has that I think is partially just a weird overlay Outlast always has , but partially might be a deeply cloudy and foggy daytime sky . It’s flimsy , but the sky definitely doesn’t look that dark when you get a look at it .

Waylon sends the email at 7:30 AM of the 17th , consequently is probably committed around 8 , and receives engine therapy at 9:30 . Billy also makes his lateral ascension at this time . Waylon escapes not long after Miles does , roughly 7:30 AM - 8 of the 19th . That means Waylon’s entire experience , from email to escape , is 48 hours , give or take (he leaves after Miles’s death so a bit more) . A lot spent unconscious , but still . So 14 of those hours are unconsciousness onwards . 2 hours are the time between the email and engine therapy. That gives us a whopping 32 more hours to kill . I don’t think that all of what Waylon goes through , from picking up his camcorder to being drugged in the vocational block , takes 32 hours . It’s really hard to gauge because we’re trying to compare video game time to real time , but Miles has some unconscious time as well and his entire experience is 12 hours . if Outlast 1 , counting however long Miles was out after Martin got him , is 12 hours , I don’t think 70% of Whistleblower is thirty-two .

There’s not a lot of time to use as reference anymore , this is the point where we’re just kinda forced to eyeball it .

Let’s review to make sure everything makes coherent sense .

We know that Miles arrived at 7:30PM the 18th because we know the Mount Massive Incident is on the 18th, and because of the sky. We know he died around 7:30 AM the 19th because of the sky. And because we see sunup as Waylon as well, and hear the unknown assailant message, we know these 12 hours took place while Waylon was unconscious + during his time getting out of the vocational block . We know the email was sent the 17th because it’s time stamped . And we know that being as time conservative as possible , with a 27 hour straight drive + time for basic necessities , Miles probably took 36 hours to arrive , putting Waylon’s email at 7:30 AM on the 17th . Canon tells us Waylon is put into engine therapy 2 hours later .

17th, 7:30 AM - Waylon sends the email

17th, 9:30 AM - Waylon is put into engine therapy

??????? - Time Gap - ???????

18th, 5:30 PM - Waylon is drugged in the vocational block

18th, 7:30 PM - Miles arrives

19th, 5:30 AM - The 12 hour time jump

19th, 7:30 AM - Waylon escapes the vocational block, Miles is possessed, Miles dies. Waylon escapes soon after, closer to 8

9:30 AM 10:30 AM - 1 11:30 AM - 2 12:30 PM - 3 1:30 PM - 4 2:30 PM - 5 3:30 PM - 6 4:30 PM - 7 5:30 PM - 8 6:30 PM - 9 7:30 PM - 10 8:30 PM - 11 9:30 PM - 12 10:30 PM - 13 11:30 PM - 14 12:30 AM (18th) - 15 1:30 AM - 16 2:30 AM - 17 3:30 AM - 18 4:30 AM - 19 5:30 AM - 20 6:30 AM - 21 7:30 AM - 22 8:30 AM - 23 9:30 AM - 24 10:30 AM - 25 11:30 AM - 26 12:30 PM - 27 1:30 PM - 28 2:30 PM - 29 3:30 PM - 30 4:30 PM - 31 5:30 PM - 32

We’re left with a major time gap, 32 hours. This starts with Waylon being put into engine therapy and ends with him passing out in the vocational block. Being generous, and considering that characters like Martin needed time to set up their shenanigans, I’ll say that the time from Waylon picking up his camcorder to the V.B. locker takes 6 hours. It seems reasonable, especially if he spends a lot of time hiding from characters like Frank. That means that the Walrider attacks began and riots started at this time too— 11:30 AM of the 18th. Maybe a little earlier and it just took a bit to reach the hospital, but we don’t have means to prove that, and the Walrider clearly works fast. That leaves us with 26 hours , almost a full day , left unchecked .

Billy makes a lateral ascension during Waylon’s first engine therapy session , which is implied to be what leads to the Walrider’s actions , but we have no idea how long it takes for him to completely break through and for the Walrider to start slaughtering . It’s possible many hours were dedicated to trying to calm him back down , and inevitably , it failed . It’s also possible that they got him back under control but once he hit one lateral ascension he was able to do it again , this time with much more anger . This is the only thing that fits into the timeline because of Miles’s driving time— if the riots started right after we first see Waylon in energy therapy in the opening cinematic, there would not be enough time for Miles to arrive when he does .

The time between Waylon first being put into engine therapy and the game actually starting is 26 hours . If the patients are allowed 8 hours rest and a half-hour per meal, which is really being generous to how Mount Massive treats its patients, 9 ½ hours go to that. Waylon spends about 16 ½ hours doing a combination of being half-conscious in a cell, getting his brain poked at, and going through engine therapy .

All in All:

Sept. 17th, 7:30 AM: Waylon sends the email

[2 hrs]

Sept 17th, 9:30 AM: Waylon is subjected to engine therapy, Billy makes his first lateral ascension.

[26 hrs]

Sept 18th, 11:30 AM: The riots begin, Waylon is in engine therapy during this time. He is released from his chair and gets his camcorder, starting his escape mission.

[6 hrs]

Sept 18th, 5:30 PM: Waylon is knocked unconscious in a locker in the vocational block, and remains unconscious for 12 hours.

[2 hrs]

Sept 18th, 7:30 PM: Miles arrives at Mount Massive Asylum.

[10 hrs]

Sept 19th, 5:30 AM: Waylon wakes up for the first time and witnesses Eddie’s murders.

[2 hrs]

Sept 19th, 7:30 AM: Waylon escapes the vocational block, Miles kills Billy and is possessed. Miles is killed, Waylon escapes the asylum.

#outlast #outlast whistleblower #miles upshur #waylon park #timeline #long post #just in case th readmore failz for some reason #thank you i put way too much effort into dis i hope yall liek it <3

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It was Sunday. Piper finally had a day off. So, why the hell was she still at work? She eyed the mountain of paperwork on her desk maliciously. “Maybe don’t murder the files.”

“You know, Gideon never told me there’s be this much paperwork, Jayje.” She accepted the cup of coffee from JJ and leaned back in her chair.

“It’s worth it though, right?”

“Every damn day.” Piper laughed. “Why are you still here anyway? Go, be with your son. Be free.” JJ laughed.

“Nah, Will’s spending the day with him and I know better than to be between two boys.” Piper nodded slowly until JJ’s cell buzzed. “Okay, thank you. I’ll alert the team as soon as possible. Yes, thank you.” She flipped the cell shut, slipping it into her pocket.

“What’s up?”

“We have a case. It’s bad.”

“How bad?”

“Remember Amerithrax?”

“No,” Piper whispered.

“It’s worse. Can you call Emily and Garcia? I’ll try and reach Derek and Spencer.” Piper nodded dutifully, reaching for her phone. Hotch walked in with a young Asian woman while Piper was on the phone with Garcia. Done with her first job, she rushed up to Hotch’s office. JJ went to update Piper, only to see her already in Hotch’s office being introduced to the doctor and throw something down her throat. She saw Piper nod to something Hotch directed and scramble to her desk with a file in hand. She gave JJ a quick hug before grabbing the keys to her Yamaha downstairs and helmet from under her desk.

About a half hour later, Spencer walked into the bullpen, only to see it covered with people in military uniform. Emily and Derek caught up to him. “What the hell is going on?” Derek’s voice was a murmur and they weaved through the crowd to the conference room to meet JJ, a young Asian doctor, Hotch and Rossi. Spencer noticed someone missing, but before he could voice it, Derek repeated the question and JJ explained.

“Guys, this is Dr. Linda Kimura, chief of special pathogens with the CDC. Last night, 25 people checked into emergency rooms in and around Annapolis. They were all at the same park after 2 pm yesterday. Within 10 hours, the first victim died. It's now just past 7 a.m. The next day, we have 12 dead.”

“Lung failure and black lesions,” Derek noted from his glance into the file. “Anthrax?”

“Anthrax doesn't kill this fast.”

“This strain does,” Dr Kimura added.

“What are we doing about potential mass targets— airports, malls, trains?” Emily looked to Hotch.

“There's a media blackout.”

“We aren’t telling the public?”

“We'd have a mass exodus,” Derek explained.

“The psychology of group panic would cause more deaths than this last attack,” Rossi continued.

“Yeah, and if it does get out, whoever did this might go underground or destroy their samples,” Hotch finished.

“Or if they wanted attention and didn't get it, they might attack again,” Emily contradicted. “Doesn't the public have the right to know that?”

“If there is another attack, there's no way we'll be able to keep it quiet. Our best chance of protecting the public is by building a profile as quickly as we can.”

“What do we know about this strain?”

“The spores are weaponized, reduced to a respiral ideal that attacks deep in the lungs. Odorless and invisible.”

“A sophisticated strain,” Rossi noted. “Only a scientist would know how to do that.”

“These lesions are doubling in size in a matter of hours,” Derek pointed out.

“It's not the lesions I'm worried about,” Dr Kimura commented. “It's the lungs. We don't know how to combat the toxins once they're inside. And the reality is, we may lose them all.”

“The remaining survivors have been moved to a special wing at Walter Reed hospital,” JJ added. “Our offices will become a small command centre and there are already military scientists out there from Fort Detrick.”

“Reid, go with Dr. Kimura to the hospital. Interview the victims. Bishop’s been there for about half an hour so you should be halfway done. Morgan and Prentiss, there's a hazmat team that will accompany you to the crime scene. Dave and I will keep working on the profile from here. There's Cipro. Everybody needs to take it before we go.”

“We don't know if it's effective against this strain, but it's something,” the doctor provided. Spencer popped his in and downed it with a glass of water before leaving with Dr Kimura.

Piper sat with the next patient. This was the fifth one she’d talked to in the last 20 minutes. They all seemed so normal. One was a mother with a 6-year-old son, the first she watched die while gripping her hand. Her eyes were drained of all life as she kept comforting young men, women and children. The young woman in front of her was beautiful, but drained. Her lips were slowly paling, and her eyes became sunken. Piper rubbed the young woman’s hand as she attempted to recall things until the aphasia set in. That was the worst part. Seeing a beautiful life with so much potential reduced to a babbling mess. Piper had tapped out of resolve. But she had one more patient left to talk to. She clapped a doctor on the shoulder, thanking her for her work before trudging over to the next room. As she walked in, she found Spencer gently talking to Abby. Piper silently entered, shaking hands with Dr Kimura again. “Yesterday afternoon, you rode your bicycle to the park,” Spencer spoke softly. “How did the sun feel on your skin, the breeze through your hair? Can you describe for me what you heard and the people that you saw?”

“It was warm, windy. There were guys...football. Kids... I see free... Me seen fee me.” Abby opened her eyes wide with panic. “Free knee.” Piper’s heart broke and she stepped forward.

“Hey, Abby. I need you to rest okay. We’re gonna take care of you.” She saw a tear roll of Abby’s cheek and Piper released her. The three doctors stepped outside and Piper sniffled.

“What's causing her aphasia?” Spencer asked the doctor.

“The poison is infecting the parietal lobe, impairing her speech. Some of the other patients displayed the same symptoms shortly before they died.” Piper swallowed the lump in her throat.

“None of the drug combinations are working?”

“The only thing that's helping them right now is the morphine.” Piper ran a hand through her hair.

“All of them are absolutely normal.” Piper’s voice wavered. “Um… there was a mother who spent the day with her… um… her son and a few kids playing football. Abby was uh… cycling with a friend.” Piper took in a deep breath and Spencer excused them for a minute.

“Hey, are you okay?” His golden eyes searched for her watery ones, wishing he could wipe them away.

“Sorry, I uh… I can do this.”

“Pipes, how many?”

“Abby was gonna be my sixth. The uh… the mother died in…” Piper’s voice cracked, and Spencer desperately wanted to wrap her in his arms and tell her everything would be okay. “Don’t worry about me. Do your science-y thing. I’m useless at that anyway,” she scoffed and walked away over to Kimura who just walked out of another ward.

“38-year-old history teacher. Leaves behind two kids.”

“That’s 17 out of 25,” Spencer noted.

“This strain is duplicating every 30 to 45 minutes. It's poisoning the lungs, causing massive haemorrhaging and organ failure.”

“Extreme bacterial amplification,” Spencer thought aloud. “Whoever created this had to at some point go to the trouble of testing it.”

“You’re right.” Piper nodded. “Scientists always start out with small trial runs. I knew a guy; he was experimenting with olfactory nerves and behaviour. Started with rodents, then advanced to larger mammals like monkeys, and then at some point, they do a very small trial run with people, two maybe three people at most.”

“Exactly. There's no way this was his first human test run,” Spencer continued but Dr Kimura shook her head.

“We would have heard about a previous anthrax attack.”

“Not if it presented itself as something else,” Piper noted, a little life entering her eyes as the doctor nodded and left. Once she left, Piper grabbed the history teacher’s medical chart before calling Garcia to put his name aside for her, as well as his family.

“Pipes, there’s a media blackout.”

“So, I’ll talk to them when the case is over. But they deserve to know.” Spencer noticed the subtle confidence in Piper. When the case is over. Not if. When. A few minutes passed and Dr Kimura came back.

“2 days ago, 2 people in 2 separate Baltimore ERs and one person in a Philadelphia ER slipped into comas and died suddenly. Doctors didn't test for anthrax because the illnesses presented themselves as meningitis, but I think it can be caused by anthrax.”

“Did they show symptoms that we're seeing now— the lesions?” Piper asked her.

“They wouldn't have if the bodily functions expired as quickly as they did.”

“How quickly?”

“All dead within 3 hours of being admitted.” Her heart went still.

“But the first patient died yesterday at 10 hours.”

“Here's the thing—” Spencer explained to Piper. “If they inhaled a higher concentration of the strain, it would cause a quicker death. Organ failure without exterior physical symptoms.”

“What are their names?”

“Gale Mercer, 31, Martha Finestein, 48, Albert Franks, 52.” The doctor’s tone was quiet but clear as Piper dialled Penelope.

“So, what next?” Spencer looked to Piper.

“We should see if they visited the same place on May 8th. Garcia’ll know what to do.” She relayed the names to Garcia, slightly strengthened by having something to do.

“Gale Mercer made a credit card purchase at the Book Front, owned by Albert Franks.” Piper attempted to breathe evenly as her thought spiralled, overwhelming her with a mixture of moral obligation and guilt. Her nerves wouldn’t settle until Spencer brushed against her.

“Hotch is sending General Whitworth to secure the store. Morgan and Prentiss are going to check it out.” She managed to nod. “He wants us back at the base.” Piper’s eyes widened, obstinacy seeping into her voice.

“I’m not leaving.”

“Pipes—" She closed her eyes, breathing in deeply before continuing.

“I can’t sit at base and do nothing. You can go back, but I am staying here even if all I can do is provide moral support for them. I have to make sure they’re going to be okay.” He watched her collect herself before charging towards the next ward. Spencer exhaled as he dialled Hotch. About a half hour later, Piper plopped down next to Spencer in the waiting room.

“It feels like the plagues of Egypt,” she sighed. “10 scourges created by god.”

“Plague 6 was unhealable boils believed by biblical scholars to be caused by anthrax.” She scoffed.

“Never missed Sunday school, did you?”

“Actually, never been before. How is she doing?”

“She's a fighter. Young, strong. Brave too. But she's started to bleed into her lungs. One of 4 left.”

“We're running into another problem. When the next of kin have questions, what do we tell them about cause of death?” Piper’s mouth drew into a line.

“That’s a moral equation I do not want to solve. Did you call Hotch?”

“Yeah. He’s calling his superiors.” Piper closed her eyes, her head leaned on the armchair. “What did you hear from the bookstore?”

“They ran names of former employees, customers with grievances. No one with the science background we're looking for. Garcia's still digging.” Piper nodded; her eyes still closed. “They’re about to deliver the profile. We need to go.” Breathing in deeply, she pushed herself off the armchair, rubbing her bike keys therapeutically.

At the base, she barely listened to the profile. “Because the locations hit are not symbolically significant, we believe that these attacks are personal. Understanding the significance of these locations will be the key to identifying him.”

“This personal element strongly indicates a home-grown terrorist,” Emily noted, easily settling into her speciality in terrorism. “Like the Amerithrax case, we believe this is someone from the science or defence community.”

“That's why you're here. We think you may know him,” Hotch said. “He may be one of us.”

“These home-grown terrorists are myopic zealots,” Piper spat out. “Ideologues that believe that their work is of the greatest importance.”

“He may have preached about the threat of an attack on America,” Spencer continued. “His co-workers would describe him as histrionic, paranoid, secretive.”

��With all due respect,” a man in an army uniform said, raising his hand. “That's a little vague. What are we supposed to do with something that generic?”

“Sir, we're not finished yet,” Derek explained. “He may have logged excess hours at work in the past weeks preparing for the attack. We believe he's taken the full dosage of anthrax vaccines over the recommended 18-month schedule and had yearly boosters.” Derek glanced at Rossi next to him.

“He's written about the threats of anthrax attacks, published papers. Yet he feels no one is listening. And that angers him.”

“Now, he may have recently experienced some sort of professional humiliation,” Derek continued. “Like be demoted or fired. Now, that would have been his trigger, the moment he decided to go rogue. And he may have betrayed his loved ones to his cause.”

“He may be recently separated or divorced,” Hotch added. “This is somebody who knows every detail of the 2001 anthrax attack and has talked about what that suspect did right or wrong. He's watching the news very closely to see how the country reacts. Please share this with your departments. Thank you.” Piper remained at her desk, staring at nothing while the rest of the team followed JJ into a conference room. She moved into her seat, starting to look up the victims.

Abby Hudson, 17, sophomore at Kellyville High School, AP Calculus. Eleanor Martinez, 34, married to Hector Martinez, building inspector, 6-year-old son. Daniel Moore, 38, history teacher, de facto relationship with Nathan Adams. Piper choked back a sob, blinking back tears as she stared at the ceiling until she felt a hand on her shoulder. “Pipes, is everything—” The dam broke before Emily could finish the question. “Hey, it’s okay.” Soothingly, Emily stroked her hair as Piper cried into her shoulder. They caught more than a few glanced. “What are you looking at? Get back to work before I chuck a shoe at you.” Emily scoffed before pulling Piper out of her seat and moving her into Garcia’s lair. She cursed as her cell buzzed. “Hey, Pen, handle her for a sec. I’ll cover for her with Hotch.” Garcia nodded and pulled a sniffling Piper into her comfiest chair.

Her voice was hollow as she spoke. “I promised them…”

“What, hon?”

“That they’d be okay.” Tears flowed freely down her cheek. “I promised I’d take care of them and they’re… they’re gone.” Piper’s eyes were bloodshot. “How do I do this?’ Penelope rubbed her hand.

“You keep moving. You work your smart butt off and once this case is done…” Piper swallowed uneasily and got up a little shakily. “Hey, not yet. Right now, you’re going to finish a cup of tea and then get to work.” Penelope watched her shoot a trembling smile and went to the office kitchen. She swirled a teaspoon through the caramel liquid when Reid popped up beside her.

“We have a possible suspect. You in?” Piper twisted her mouth at her cup of tea before pouring it into a takeaway cup.

“Let’s go.” Spencer filled her in on the ride. The suspect was Dr Lawrence Nichols who had attended a classified hearing with the Subcommittee on Defence and Homeland Security in January ’02. He used to work at the institute but was forced out that same year.

“Committee said he was becoming unstable, fanatical which was why they removed him from Fort Detrick and railroaded from other prominent positions.”

“He fits the profile. Felt like people weren't listening, had access to the spores, lost a prominent job, got divorced.”

“Morgan and Prentiss are hitting the hospital.”

“You didn’t go?”

“Figured he might have kept case files at home for safekeeping.”

“Smart,” Piper muttered. Spencer couldn’t tell if she was talking about him or Nichols, but his chest still swelled. As they pulled up to the house, Piper answered her cell. “All right, thanks Derek. I’m not your—” The line cut off. “Angel,” she finished irritably.

“Still using the nickname?”

“Yeah. Maybe I should give him a really irritating one.” Piper smiled softly. “So, the guy just had people over for a charity event last month.”

“We should look around anyway.” Piper nodded, making to follow when her cell buzzed again.

“What’s up Em? You’re sure it’s clean? ‘Kay, I’ll tell Reid. Be safe.” Piper hung up the cell, turning to Reid, but he’d already left. “Spence!” She walked past the rose bushes to look for him. How hard could it be to find a 6-foot-tall doctor? She turned the corner, her eye catching the door, about to enter when Spencer slammed the glass door shut, latching the door shut. “Spence, wha— what are you doing?”

“Piper get back. Get out of here, now.”

“What are you talking—” Piper trailed off as her eyes fell on the broken vial on the floor. “Is that…” She didn’t want to say it. “No…” A pit had formed in the bottom of her stomach. She wanted to curl up into a ball and pretend none of this was happening. She wanted to scream and rip her hair out and cry all at the same time but instead she stood there, frozen, watching the most precious person to her behind a glass door with a killer disease. Gingerly, she flipped her cell open, telling Hotch everything. Within minutes, Hotch arrived with Dr Kimura and a hazmat team in tow and Piper tore herself away from Spencer to meet him.

“Any update?”

“There's white powder in the room and the air was blasting.” Piper’s voice was hollow. “Nichols is dead. Blunt force trauma to his head. Reid thinks he's been dead 2 or 3 days.”

“Clean him up and get him in the ambulance fast,” Hotch ordered.

“Sir, wait. Reid has to stay inside.”

“Piper, what are you—”

“I know. I want him out of there too but… he’s our best chance at finding the cure. He's already infected and I think he has a better chance of survival if he stays inside.”

“But Pi—”

“Look, it’s not going to do anyone any good to take him to a hospital.” Piper’s tone reached a higher octave. “I won’t let Spencer become another…” Piper stopped, taking a deep breath. “His best chance is inside.” Grudgingly, he nodded, and Piper trudged back to the door, watching a Decon team enter the house to secure the area. Piper pulled out her cell, dialling his number by memory. “Hey, Spence.”

Spencer heard her voice betray her pretence of confidence. “So, I…uh…managed to convince Hotch. Dr Kimura’s coming in to help you out. And uh… you’re gonna be fine.” She scuffled the grass under her foot as she spoke. “You’re gonna be okay.”

“Of course. I’ve got you.”

“I’m not gonna be much help, Spence. I’m out here, remember?”

“Physically, yes. Emotionally and more importantly mentally, you’re right beside me.” He heard her take a deep breath.

“Okay, walk through the scene. Tell me what you see.”

“I see cages filled with dead animals. I see signs of a struggle, probably before Dr. Nichols was murdered. Equipment's missing. There's a large desk. Clutter all over the surface. But in the corner, There's a smaller desk. It's organized, functional.”

“So, two different workspaces. Maybe he had someone working with him?”

“Maybe. Two sets of handwriting. I'm looking at instructions on how to boil lab-grade broth, sterilize lab equipment, and transfer spores.”

“Nichols would know all that.”

“He has a partner, maybe even a protege.”

“You read his file. You know anyone special?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“That’s okay. I’ll call Hotch. Be…” He heard Piper trail. “Hang in there.” The line cut and Spencer was too smart to not understand that he could die today. Piper was right outside, he could call her but his mom, she was alone in Las Vegas. He rapidly dialled Penelope’s direct line.

“Hey, Reid.”

“Gee, wow, no, uh... No witty Garcia greeting for me?” He heard her sigh on the other end.

“I can't be my sparkly self when you are where you are.”

“Garcia, do you think you can do something for me?”

“Anything.”

“I, uh... I know i can't call my mom without, uh—” He cleared his throat. “Without alerting everyone at her hospital.”

“What do you need?”

“I, uh... I need you to record a message for her in case anything happens to me.”

“Oh, nothing's going to happen to you. You're gonna...brilliantly find out who did this and we're gonna treat this strain.” Spencer laughed, a little too bitterly for his taste.

“I hope you're right, but if you're not, I just— I really want to make sure that she hears my voice.”

“Ok. Just, uh, give me a second. Are you ready?”

“Ready. Hi, Mom. This is Spencer. I just, um...” He sighed, a little aware of Dr Kimura entering the house. “I just...really want you to know that I love you and—” His voice hitched, and he cleared his throat. “I need you to know that I spend every day of my life proud to be your son.” On the other side, Penelope’s heart broke at her best friend’s demise. But before she could comfort him, the line went dead.

“Doctor. How are--how are the patients doing?”

“Let's worry about you.”

“I actually— I feel fine.”

“Ok, if you feel any pain, I could give you something.”

“No, I— I’d rather not take any pain medication.” Spencer fidgeted with his fingers, desperate to get back to work.

“We can at least make you feel more comfortable.”

“I am comfortable, and I don't want to take any narcotics.”

“Okay. Tell me how I can help.”

“I think the cure for this strain is in here somewhere. Dr. Nichols is a former military scientist, which means he's most likely secretive and most likely a little paranoid. He would have protected the cure and probably would have hidden it from his partners. So, look for something innocuous, something you would not suspect.”

“All right.” His cell buzzed again, a small smile gracing his face. Piper Bishop. “Hey.”

“Hey Doc. How are you feeling?” Piper tried her best to inject cheer in her voice.

“Fine. Actually, I feel fine.” He coughed, harder than intended and Piper heard.

“Spence?”

“Yeah, I’m here. Just a little—”

“Don’t you dare lie to me Dr Spencer Walter Reid! I am not in the mood.”

“I've seen better days.” He was met with silence weighing.

“Emily called me. They don't think the partner was a co-worker. Can you tell us anything else about him?”

“I— I don’t know.”

“Listen to me, Spence. How long have I known you?”

“3 years.”

“In those 3 years, I have never seen you question yourself. Spencer, you are the most brilliant, compassionate and perceptive person I have ever met. Don’t start questioning yourself now.”

“Pipes—”

“Don’t Pipes me. Listen. You told me there were two different workspaces, two sets of handwriting. Sets of instructions on how to boil lab-grade broth, sterilize lab equipment, and transfer spores. Why would he write that stuff down?”

“Because he wrote it for someone else. Okay, I see a framed photograph of Dr. Nichols teaching. I see a... I see a binder with syllabi. Course assignments going all the way back to the ‘70s.”

“Good. What else?”

“I saw something earlier. I didn't— I didn't make a connection to it or to the partner, but he has a study on anthrax. He has an annotated bibliography, table of contents. It's formatted like a thesis and has writing in the margins in red ink, like the way a teacher grades a paper. Now, Nichols wouldn't have let just anyone in here, but he may have opened his lab for educational purposes, as a teacher.”

“That’s my genius. I’ll get Garcia on the line. We’re gonna get you out of there.” As Piper switched to Garcia, Reid kept coughing while he read through the paper. “Hey, Spence. Garcia didn’t get anything.”

“Pipes listen to this. ‘This country is woefully unprepared. Every household should have a 2-month supply of Cipro. Hospitals are in need of bio-safety level 4 Decon wings.’ Verbatim to what we heard from Nichols.”

“So, the partner's adopted Nichols' views as his own.”

“There’s more. The chapters are on setting up triage and mobile emergency rooms. I don't think this paper was written by a science student. It's about city preparedness and response.”

“Gimme a sec.” She told Garcia to change the parameters to social studies students— specifically those in public policy and urban planning. “Spence, you did it.” He heard relief flood into her voice. “Penelope got a name. Now get the hell out of there.”

Spencer flipped his cell shut and slipped it in his pocket as Dr Kimura approached. “Dr. Reid. You said the cure would be hidden somewhere we wouldn't suspect. What about Nichols' inhaler?” Spencer nodded; a weight lifted from his shoulders. He was herded away to be hosed down and Piper updated him face to face.

“Go help Hotch.”

“Hotch has plenty of people helping him.”

“He needs you more than I do.”

“Spence, I'm gonna see you off to the hospital.”

“I'm about to get naked so they can scrub me down. Is that something you really want to see?” Red seeped into Piper’s face as she stammered.

“I’ll, uh… I think I’ll wait outside.” She shot him a thumbs up awkwardly and left the tent. Spencer almost laughed except Kimura held up his arm. Any remaining good spirit drained from his face as he glanced at the cut on his wrist.

“The rose bush,” he realised.

^-^

“How are you feeling, Dr. Reid?” Dr Kimura kept an eye on his vitals on the screen. Spencer’s shirt was unbuttoned, and he had tubes running from his nose while Piper gripped his hand, battling the onslaught of tears.

“My throat's a little dry. But other than that, I feel... Flee... Feel fin. I feel--i fleel fin. i—”

“Relax, Spencer,” Piper interjected, terrified as her voice quivered. “Just focus on me, okay.” She wanted to sob at the sight of him so pale. It was her worst nightmare, ten times worse. This wasn’t a bullet or a stab wound. This was a disease. They’d taken a gamble with the inhaler and at this moment, she didn’t care about the unsub, about the potential deaths, just the man lying on a stretcher in front of her. The only thing keeping her together was being strong for him, but even that failed as his amber eyes flickered closed and her browns flooded with tears. “Faster,” she screamed at the driver and kept rubbing his hand. She held his hand all the way to the ER room, letting him leave as she watched him disappear behind the double doors. She collapsed onto the wall next to her, sliding down as she sobbed right there, apathetic to the staring staff. Eventually her tears dried up and she paced in the waiting room, not giving a damn about how she looked. Finally, Dr Kimura came out, pulling off her surgical gloves, giving her good news and a room number. She thanked her profusely before sprinting to waiting room 2110, halting at Spencer in a white bedsheet, eye still closed. Silently, she padded to the armchair, tucking her legs inside and watching over him until she fell asleep. Spencer’s eyes fluttered awake and he watched Piper snoring gently, her wrist twisted uncomfortably.

“Careful, your wrist isn’t gonna like that.” Piper’s head slipped off and she blinked sleepily at Spencer.

“You’re awake.” Spencer tried to nod but it hurt him to move. “Careful.”

“And there’s jello. Must be my lucky day.” Piper rubbed her face.

“Yeah.” Piper scoffed at the idea of him being lucky. “Kimura brought it in. Figured this day couldn’t get worse I guess.”

“Did they find him?” Piper hummed, unravelling her legs and stretching them out. Like a cat, he noted.

“Picked the park because he was rejected by a girl. Picked the bookstore because that’s where he used to work in college. They caught him at the train lines. Or so I heard.” Piper smiled softly at him. “I’m glad you’re okay.” She sat, watching him devour the jello. Like a kid on his birthday, she noted, smilingly.

“That’s the first real smile I’ve seen all day,” he voiced. Piper reddened slightly as she got up.

“You want some coffee. I want to stretch my legs anyway.”

“Piper wait…” Spencer straightened up. “I need… I need to tell you something.” Piper furrowed her brows, but she pulled her chair closer to Spencer.

“What’s up?”

“When I was in there… I realised something.” He licked his lips. “That if I died today, I’d miss everything.” Piper smiled. “Not the cases. I’d miss you. Your birthdays, your smiles, your bets and your squabbles with Derek.” He watched the smile fade and felt his grow. Piper’s stomach dropped. No, he wasn’t… “I’m not afraid of death, never have been.”

“You’re scared of the dark,” she murmured, remembering an old conversation with Derek and Spencer. He snorted gently.

“I’m scared of the dark, Piper, but I’m terrified of losing you.” Piper’s eyes grew weary.

“Spence, please—”

“I’m tired of hiding it. Dr Piper Aubrey Bishop, I’m in love with you.” Her shoulders sagged and before she could reply, Derek and Dr Kimura walked in.

“You’re real lucky kid. Piper must be some kind of good luck charm.” As though Piper wasn’t uncomfortable already, she fidgeted in her seat while Spencer chuckled.

“Yeah, guess she is.”

“Coffee?” she asked abruptly, not waiting for a response. She practically ran out and Spencer felt shattered.

While Derek helped Spencer to his apartment, he noted that Piper never did come back with the coffee. Derek noticed Spencer’s withdrawn attitude, the lack of cheer on his face, but filed it away as fatigue. Spencer waved Derek goodbye, the latter promising to check up on him later. He sunk into his couch, pulling out his cell as he contemplated dialling her. He re-read her name over and over, as though he needed to memorise it. But he didn’t have to. Her name was etched into his skull, unable to forget it if he tried to. Nor the smell of her hair every Monday morning nor the smile she gave him when he brought her tea nor her laugh at his jokes, even the unfunny ones. He’d never felt as alone as he did now. He felt loneliness in his blood, scratched along his bones repeatedly. He sunk further with every memory that flashed in his head, both good and bad. He remembered how sunken she’d looked after her gunshot wound, how angry she’d been with the sham psychologists, how giddy she’d acted on her birthday, how bloodshot her eyes were after her breakup with Drew, how happy she’d been to be back…home. He’d never stop loving her, he realised as he remembered an old conversation during a group lunch while it started raining heavily outside. Between mouthfuls of stir fry chicken, she’d told him how you never really stop loving someone, you just start loving someone else more. But he couldn’t imagine doing that. Not to her. But as though a pebble had been thrown through the perfectly distilled reflection, the doorbell rang, and the memory faded. Spencer stumbled over to the door, still weak from the disease. He opened the door to see Piper dripping onto the carpet outside his apartment. Her hair was soaked, clung to her face like she clung to her motorcycle helmet. She was breathing hard as though she’d run up the flights of stairs. “The elevator works.”

“It was too slow,” she rasped. Spencer motioned for her to come in, smiling softly at how she left her boots outside, neatly next to the door.

“You know, I think Ms Cumberland down the hall is a kleptomaniac. She might steal those.” Piper chuckled as she settled her helmet and a paper package on the kitchen. “Let me grab you a towel.”

“No, Sp— Reid.” She corrected herself, the transition evident of the giant wall she’d constructed in little under an hour. “You should rest, I know where it is.” She slipped into the bathroom and came back out, done rubbing the water out of her hair. “I uh… I won’t stay long. Um… I didn’t like how we left things. How I left things.” Piper sniffled. She’d been crying, Spencer noticed. Her puffy eyes, the red tinge on her nose.

“Don’t be. Consider it a moment of weakness. So, what can I do for you Bishop?” He saw the words sting her, but the emotion was only a brief flash.

“Well, I never gave you my diagnosis,” she said humourlessly. “Ask me.”

“What’s my diagnosis, Doc?” He spat the question out bitterly.

“You’ve got a few uncurable diseases. They’ve never even heard of one person having all of them. The first,” she stepped a few paces closer, “is called I-can’t-wait-long-enough-for-my-partner-to-get-off-the-phone-before-I-enter-an-unsub’s-house-itis. The second is I-just-have-to-wait-until-I’m-on-my-deathbed-to-confess-my-love-itis.”

“Is there a third one?”

“Yeah. But the last one’s a self-diagnosis. I’ve got a case of holding-in-my-feelings-for-a-co-worker-so-long-that-i-get-terrified-when-he-finally-confesses-itis. Spencer,” she whispered, less than a few paces away now. “I was terrified. So, I did what I do best. I froze you out and I drove. You remember that case in Texas? That kid who was bullied and killed his girlfriend’s dad, the abuser?” He nodded thickly, unsure of where she was going. “That was the first time I drove you somewhere on a bike.”

“I was about to analyze your vehicular choices— but you stopped me.”

“That’s why. Because something happens and it terrifies me, so I drive, and I don’t look back. Ever. And I did it today.” Piper was two steps away. “You, in that house, with that disease, I could’ve run. But I didn’t. And for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why I stayed.”

“Because you’re kind—”

“No, don’t give me that. I’m not kind,” she spat. “I’m selfish. I pretend that helping others gives me joy but in reality, I run from anything that could ever give me any kind of real happiness. Except,” Piper was a step away. “in this situation, it’s a case of anyone. I ran because I couldn’t handle my feelings for you, Spence.” Her voice was just a whisper. “I ran because I’m terrified of us hurting each other. But I can’t. Not because the situation itself becomes a paradox. Because you’re worth more than any kind of pain. So, Dr Spencer Walter Reid, I’m in love with you too. That’s my diagnosis.” She was only inches away and Spencer could smell the earthy scent of her hair as he grasped the side of head and met her lips. His hands tangled in her soft dark hair as her lips moved against his. She deepened the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck as she reached on her tiptoes. The two doctors broke the kiss, breathless as their foreheads touched, her eyes fluttering open and gazing softly into his dark brown eyes. She couldn’t help beaming before she kissed him swiftly on the nose and walking over to the kitchen. “Also, Penelope said you like chicken noodle soup?”

“Yeah, why?” Spencer knew he was grinning like an idiot. But he didn’t care. The microwave beeped and the rich scent of chicken and broth seeped through the small apartment and he grinned at Piper who was still smiling as she handed him a bowl.

“Also, your uh…Mrs Cumberland won’t steal my boots.” Piper tucked her feet into the couch next to Spencer. “Not when you gifted her those flowers so lovingly.”

“You got me flowers?” Piper laughed at Spencer’s confuddled smile and she wiped away a small trace of soup with a thumb.

“Technically, you got her flowers which is deeply concerning considering you confessed your love to me less than 4 hours ago.” Spencer gave her a deep chuckle and she lay her head in the crook of his shoulder as she switched the tv onto reruns of Doctor Who while the rain pounded outside.

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A Waiting Game

Summary: Carrington Price was a small-town girl with a big dream. She just didn’t think it could become real life.

Pairing: Chris Evans / Original Character

Word Count: 2.7k

Warning: SMUT, dom!Chris, spanking, dirty talk.

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Chapter Four

Chapter Five

When Chris woke up, he immediately felt refreshed. Last night had been the last day of filming and tomorrow he would be back in Boston. He sat up and stretched his arms above his head as he yawned. He grabbed his phone the side table and found that it was already two in the afternoon. Fuck. When was the last time he actually slept for eight hours?

Carrington: Good morning honey.

11:38 AM

Carrington: I can’t wait for our date tonight.

12:05 PM

Carrington: You know if you’re bailing that’s cool.

1:25 PM

I am so sorry. I just woke up. You still good to meet at 4? Send.

Chris quickly takes off his basketball shorts and heads to the shower. As the hot water covers his body, he begins to feel nervous about his date. He turns the temperature of the water up and moves so the pressure hits the sore muscles of his back. Chris takes his hands and runs them back over his wet hair. Breathe Chris, breathe. He finishes up and checks his phone.

3:30. My trailer. You owe me ice cream.

2:47 PM

Damn. She means business. Chris dries off and wraps the towel around his waist. He steps in front of the mirror. Beard looks good. He runs a comb through his damp hair. Chris then heads to the bedroom. He rummages through his clothes making a complete mess. He ends up deciding on a pair of black jeans and a white t-shirt, leather jacket to go with it. He lays the jacket on the couch before going back to the bathroom to finish getting ready.

Across the lot, Carrington is taking her time to curl her hair into loose waves. She had been dressed for a while seeing as it took Chris forever to get up. She decided on a pair of Levi’s and a lightweight green sweater. She ran her fingers through her light brown hair to help break apart the waves.

She gets her phone out of her pocket to check the time. Only twenty more minutes. She could work with that. Cara hides her dark circles with some concealer. She hadn’t gotten much sleep from all the nerves. She had been on plenty of dates before, but not with anybody like Chris. Not because of who he was but how he made her feel. She finished with some gold eye shadow and mascara. While sitting on the couch putting on her shoes, there was a knock on the door.

“Just a second!”

She quickly pulled up her pants and adjusted her shirt before getting her purse. She opened up the door.

“Hi.” Chris smiles.

Carrington smiles back. She locks the door and then steps down in front of Chris. He leans down to plant a soft kiss on her lips.

“You look beautiful.” He says.

He runs his thumb across her cheek. Carrington grabs the collar of his leather jacket.

“And this might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen you wear.” She says.

Chris takes her hand and they begin to walk towards the gates of the property.

“What do you have planned?”

“I was thinking we could go to Glasgow. Walk around, maybe a little shopping. Then I have a reservation for dinner. After that is up to you?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well if I get to take you to bed or not?” A smirk crosses his face.

Carrington takes her hand from his and swats at his chest.

“Such a perv.” She laughs.

“Oh, come on. You know those jeans make your ass pop.” He slaps her ass.

They make it up to the gate and a black SUV sits waiting for them. Chris opens the door up for Carrington and they both slide in.

“Where to?” The driver asks.

“Just downtown.”

“Easy enough.”

The car pulls away and within half an hour they had made it to the central hub of Glasgow. The pair begin walking down the brick sidewalk, their fingers continuously brushing against each other.

“When’s our reservation?” Carrington asks.

“Six. So we have about two hours to explore I guess?”

Carrington nods and starts looking into the shops as they walk. She finds interest and starts to walk into a plant shop. Chris follows shortly behind and watches as she makes her way around the aisles. She gently touches everything as she walks past it. Chris walks up to the front counter.

“Excuse me?” He says.

“Yes?”

“I was wondering if you guys deliver?”

“Uh, we can yes.” The woman says.

“Could I get two dozen roses sent to this hotel? I’ll call and make sure someone can sign. It needs to be by 7 if possible.”

“Yes, sir we can get that taken care of.”

“Here’s my card. I’ll be right back.” Chris gives a small grin and leaves to find Carrington again.

Chris sneaks up behind Carrington and puts a hand on her waist.

“Hi there.” She smiles.

“I’m sorry but I need to make a quick call.”

“What are you up to?” Cara asks.

“You’ll see,” Chris whispers in her ear.

Carrington watches as he goes back up to the counter and signs a receipt that the woman gives him. After signing and getting his card back, he leaves and steps outside. Carrington gets her phone out of her purse. The call rings only a few times.

“Carrie? What’s wrong?”

“I’m only telling you this because before long you’ll find out. Probably by tomorrow or sometime next week.”

“What is going on?”

“Well, you know that I’m working with Marvel.”

“Yes.”

Carrington sighs into the phone.

“Carrington you’re scaring me.” She could hear him shutting a door.

“I’ve been seeing Chris Evans.” She rubs the pedal of a peony under her thumb.

“As in on set?”

“As in he’s kind of my boyfriend and we’re on a date in Glasgow before we come back to the state.”

“Bullshit.”

“Just pay attention to the internet. You’ll see.”

The bell on the door rings and Carrington turns to see Chris coming back into the shop.

“I have to go.” She hangs up the phone and puts it back in her purse.

“Are you ready to go?”

Carrington smiles and nods. As they leave, her phone begins vibrating in her purse.

“Do you need to get that?” Chris asks.

“No, it’s alright.”

They keep walking down the street and wait at a crosswalk. Their hands brush again.

“Chris?”

“Yes, sweetheart.” He looks down at her.

“You can hold my hand. I don’t mind.”

Chris smiles and interlocks their fingers. They walk around for about another hour before deciding to go ahead and make their way to the restaurant. They find a seat to wait.

“I’ll go grab us some drinks.”

Carrington nods. She watches as Chris walks away and then soon comes back with two glasses of white wine.

“Mister fancy, aren’t you?” Cara smiles.

“Shh,” Chris says and takes a seat next to her.

He checks his watch.

“Shouldn’t be too much longer.”

After being seated, Chris requests for a full bottle of wine. They make small conversation as they start eating the appetizer.

“So throughout the rest of the evening, I have some surprises planned for you.”

“Is that so?” Carrington smirks and takes a drink of her wine.

“Well after dinner, I was hoping to take you to a hotel tonight?”

“I am sorry to interrupt but are you two ready to order?” The waiter asks.

Carrington gives an awkward cough.

“Or I could come back?”

“No, we’re ready,” Chris says.

After they order, the waiter comes with a second bottle of wine. Chris and Carrington awkwardly stare at each other in silence as the waiter fills their glasses.

“A hotel?” Carrington says as soon as the waiter leaves.

Chris smiles, “Well I booked a suite. For the weekend actually. I figured you and I could have some time together before we go back to Atlanta.”

“Alright.” She takes a drink, “What about my clothes? Everything is back at the studio.”

“I’ve got it all taken care of. I’ll make a call when we leave here and it will be waiting at the hotel.”

“You’ve got a lot of pull huh?”

“I just know the right people sweetheart.”

Through the rest of the dinner, they have conversations about high school and movies, dreams and ambitions. Chris orders dessert to go and they walk outside to get a cab to take them to the hotel. Carrington holds the bag of cheesecake in her lap as Chris calls about her belongings. The sun has set when they make it to the hotel. Carrington waits patiently as Chris takes full control of the evening. She enjoyed having him take care of her. It felt good.

As they stood in the elevator, there was much tension between them. Walking into the room, Carrington is mesmerized by the beautiful room. A large king-sized bed. Big glass shower.

“Chris thank you.” She smiled and threw her arms around his neck.

“Anything for my girl.”

“I’m your girl?” She pulled away looking up at him.

“Of course, you are.” He leans down and kisses her gently.

“Say it again.” She coos.

“You’re my girl.” He smiles and kisses her neck.

“Again.”

“My. Girl.”

Chris takes the edge of her sweater and lifts it over her head. Carrington’s hands make their way across Chris’s chest and she pushes the leather jacket off of his shoulders. He pulls his hands away from his waist and takes his shirt off. Carrington looks up at Chris and he places his hand at the base of her neck. She holds her breath.

“Let’s try something,” Chris says.

Carrington gulps and then nods. Chris bends down and picks Cara up to take her to the bed. She lays back and watches as Chris takes off his belt.

“Put your arms up.”

Carrington slowly moves her arms above her head. Chris kneels onto the bed and then straddles over her hips. He moves her wrists together and then tightly bonds them with his belt. Carrington’s breath hitches. Chris begins to take his pants off and then moves onto Carrington’s. Once they’re both only in their underwear, Chris walks away.

“Chris?” Cara whimpers and tries to look up for him.

The lights go out.

“Shh, baby girl. I’m right here.” Chris is suddenly back by the bed.

His fingers trail from her ankle up to her breast. His hand leaves her skin. The light next to the bed is clicked on. Carrington blinks as she adjusts to the light.

“How come you’re naked and I’m not?” Carrington asks.

Chris chuckles. He kneels over and begins leaving kisses down her body. Once he makes it back down to her ankle, he crawls onto the end of the bed.

“Spread your legs for me, baby.”

“Where did this come from?” Carrington asks.

“Don’t make me do it for you.”

Carrington laughs. Big mistake. Chris flips her over onto her stomach. He gets up and goes to lay next to Carrington. He nuzzles his way into her neck.

“Ass up. Now.” He whispers.

Carrington feels her face flush and does as she’s told. Chris takes either side of the panties and pulls them down till they hit her knees. His had then comes up her thigh and rests on her ass. Chris groans and squeezes a little. Carrington turns her head to see Chris propped up on his elbow next to her. His eyes catch hers. He removes his hand and brings it back down with a smack. Carrington jumps, but their eyes never leave each other.

“You need to listen.”

Carrington nods slightly and Chris rolls her back over. She spreads her legs open. Chris makes his way in between her legs and kneels down. Small kisses are places on her inner thigh and Chris makes his way up to her wet skin. He begins softly sucking on her clit. Carrington’s breathe hitches. Chris slowly begins tracing along her opening. This only lasts a few moments before he pulls away. Chris moves up and positions himself over the top of Carrington.

“I don’t have to do much work. You’re already dripping for me.”

Carrington blushes. Chris begins nibbling on Carrington’s collar bone. It becomes more difficult to stay still as Carrington feels Chris’s hard cock rubbing against her thigh.

“Chris?”

“Yes, baby girl.” He begins kissing her neck.

“Please.” She whimpers.

Chris breaks away from her neck. He grabs onto himself and then slides his way into her. They both let out soft moans. Chris keeps a slow pace and reattaches his lips to the skin of her neck. Carrington wanted so desperately to hold onto his arms. Instead, she crosses her ankles around his back attempting to pull him in closer to her. Chris reaches a hand up and holds Carrington’s wrists downs.

“Be a good girl. Or I’ll have to spank you again.” He whispers in her ear.

Her breath hitches and he picks up the pace.

“Yes, sir.”

“Fuck.” Chris sighs, “You feel so good.”

They both quickly become breathless. Right before Carrington is about to reach her next orgasm, Chris pulls away. She groans. Chris moves up and undoes the belt around her wrists.

“I want to feel that mouth wrapped around me,” Chris says.

He lays on his back and Carrington makes her way to kneel next to his waist. She leans over and takes him into her mouth. From the way she is positioned, Chris can caress her ass in his hand. He gives it a light squeeze and Carrington moves in closer. Chris slides a finger into her wetness. Cara tenses up but continues moving her tongue along his cock.

“How about you go for a ride to finish baby,” Chris suggests.

Carrington pulls away slowly and then straddles over him. She takes him into her hand and helps to guide herself onto him. Chris runs his hands and places them on her hips. Carrington lays her body down and rests a hand on his chest. Chris moves her hips and helps in moving her up and down. They reach the finish and Carrington moves to lay next to him. Chris begins to run his hand down her spine.

“I wanted to talk to you about something.” Chris breaks the silence.

“Hmm?”

“I’m going to fly to Boston tomorrow and be in Atlanta in the next few days. I have a house lined up since we’ll be staying to keep filming. And Dodger is going to be with me. My dog.”

Carrington looks up at him.

“I guess what I’m trying to get to is that I want you to move in with me. Because I know that apartment, you’re paying for isn’t cheap, especially on the salary you have.”

“So it’s our first date and you want me to move in with you?”

Carrington gets off the bed and begins to go through her bag to find some clothes to put on. Chris gets up and puts his boxers back on.

“We’ve been sleeping together for nearly two months. We hang out all the time.”

“Chris. This is crazy.”

She is now dressed and walks into the bathroom. She brushes the tangles out of her hair. Chris follows her and watches from the doorway as she begins brushing her teeth.

“You could have your own room. We could make dinner together. Watch movies.” He walks up and wraps his arms around her waist, “Carrington, I’m falling in love with you.”

Carrington spits out the toothpaste into the sink.

“What did you just say to me?” She looks at his reflection in the mirror.

Chris turns her around. They’re now looking into each other's eyes.

“I’m in love with you.” He says.

“That’s not what you said the first time.”

“It’s what I meant and you know it.”

Carrington pushes past him. She begins packing her bag up.

“Where are you going?” He asks.

“This was a mistake, Chris.” She begins to drag the bag behind her and head to the door.

“Carrington please don’t go now.” He grabs onto her wrist, “Let’s talk this out.”

“I’ll see you in Atlanta.”

And then she was gone.

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