#unlost

[unlosts]

Two Pair.

Summary: After a rough case Spencer keeps you company while the rest of the BAU sleeps.

A/N: I posted and then deleted this right away, but here it is again. I'm working on a couple of longer one shots but I still wanted to get something shorter out.

“Okay, whatcha got?” You ask, eyes narrowed taking in the lanky 6’ something man sitting across from you, his expression unreadable.

“I have a two pair” He says, sounding resigned, probably already well aware that he’s about to lose.

For the second time in a row. 

“Ha! A straight flush! Read em’ and weep doc” You said smugly, and perhaps a tad too loudly since what comes next is a loud shushing noise from the lump in the couch formerly known as Derek Morgan. 

“Sorry” You whisper back. It’s around 2am and most of the team is sound asleep, even Hotch who’s usually the last one out, the only ones still awake were you; whose adrenaline was still pumping strong after a car chase resulting in a very near miss, and a very much dead suspect. It had left you jittery and off balance, the sensation of failure hanging heavy on your shoulders and leaving you unable to close your eyes for even a few minutes, much less sleep. 

Spencer seemed to be in a similar state even though he had been left at the station, working on the geographical profile when you headed out. 

So three rounds and two winning hands later here you sat, no closer to sleep than before but his company was soothing.

Spencer operated on a set of carefully crafted routines, from his mornings in the bullpen at the BAU (One coffee with at least four suggars, eight crossword puzzles and at the very least a couple of newspapers before he could start on the seemingly never ending pile of case files haunting his desk), to the post case decompression routine (A chess match against himself or a poker game, usually against you). 

You found it soothing to watch, the expected repetition letting you know that you could relax, that everything was over with. 

So here you sat, in the back of the plane with only Spence’s long legs crammed in the smaller seat in front of you, knees bumping yours every time you so much as breathed.

His book light was the only thing illuminating your poker game and the harsh shadows cast over the table did make it harder to distinguish the numbers (the fact that you were refusing to use your glasses didn’t help either). 

A small stack of peanuts sits between you both, acting as poker chips. 

Despite your clear gloating Spencer just smiles at you, seemingly equally pleased, and keeping his losing hand close to his chest. 

“So, feeling any better?” He asks while shuffling the deck. You go towards the kitchen, softly squeezing Spencer's shoulder in gratitude as you pass by him. The tense wiry muscle underneath his soft purple shirt gives in to your touch and you linger for a second, giving him a small smile before you go. 

“Much, in fact i’m going to get a cup of tea and hopefully doze off for a couple of hours” You reply from the kitchen. 

“Remind me again of the chances of winning twice in a row?” Chimes in Derek unexpectedly from the couch, his eyes are still closed and even though you can’t see him he’s sporting a knowing smirk. 

“Um well it’s about 4% actually” Answers Spencer awkwardly, giving the kitchen a furtive look to make sure you’re not really paying attention to the conversation. 

“Huh, guess I must have gotten pretty lucky then” You say, too busy making your tea to hear Derek's response to Spencer, quiet but still teasing exclamation of “My man”

But when you did return to your seat right next to him you couldn’t help but notice that his cheeks were a tad pinker than they had been before. 

[hiddenwashington]

@unlost said : hi there! I'm sorry to do this but after reflecting, i just don't think I have the time to dedicate to this group that I would have liked to. I really enjoyed the short time I had here and wish you all the best!

that's totally understandable & we wish you the best as well , alex ! thank you for being here while you were & if you ever wish to return , we'd of course love to have you back ! but mark sloan & talisa maegyr are now reopened for applications , so members , please unfollow.

[waywardesouls]

“Yeah, no, I'm fine– are you? I practically bulldozed you over, and just– God, your poor shirt, I'm so sorry.” A wince accompanies the words as her uninjured hand hovers in the air between them, as if she's debating whether or not to try to help wipe away the rapidly forming stain. Her worries take a backseat for the moment, which might have been a relief if she wasn't so mortified by the present situation. “I really should've been paying attention. Let me buy you another coffee, it's the least I can do after making you wear this one.”

As a firefighter, Will spent more than his fair share of time at the local hospital--not because his job ever took him there, exactly, but because he liked to check up afterward on what he considered "his" patients: anyone who had needed rescuing from a fire or emergency situation in the first place. And after last night's chaos, there were certainly enough "emergency situations" to go around. Now that his magic was back--and he'd been lucky enough not to be injured himself--Will had come to volunteer his other skill set: magical healing. Many of the injuries from the aquarium were beyond his help--he couldn't regrow limbs, for example--but he could speed along the natural healing process, and so he'd spent much of the morning offering up aid to anyone he could and was now taking a much needed coffee break to refuel before he went back into the hospital for another round.

He'd just gotten his coffee from the little cart outside when a body slammed into his. "Oof," he mumbled as the hot liquid spilled over his front. "No, don't worry about it," he said automatically, taking a step back to make sure the coffee didn't splash on her in turn. "Are you alright?"

[inferno-ontherocks]

Eddie Diaz • (Un)lost • 911 • 8x06

[finalfantabee]

POV: The gondola date with the best boy💙

Night & Masachan

[bastard-woodsman]

A tried and true way to navigate, but one that is worth repeating and committing to memory.

[wolveragrace]

You ever get possessed by a need to make an AU of your character

[maythedreadwolftakeyou]

i broooooooke my no multiplayer games rule to play Abiotic Factor with a friend over the last 2 weeks since i haven't been able to do real work bc of my main computer crashing. and its been a lot of fun/a little addicting... mostly survival/resource gathering/exploration with little combat encounters but finally met my New Wife this spooky lady from another dimension:

Sister of the Unlost please tell me more spooky things...

[efexumukoroxlc]

Closed starter for @unlost Location: King's Cross Hospital

For the scattered minutes during which he found himself awake, Efe could not quite say whether or not he was feeling better. In truth, the various medications coursing through his system were keeping him from feeling very much of anything. He had lost quite a bit of blood, and there were concerns over his injuries' exposure to the tank water, not to mention the internal damage from his slams into the walls. Visitors had come, he knew, from what he could remember through the fog, but most of these stabilizing hours had passed in a strange, dreamlike blur, witnessed only through haze, like pictures on the other side of rainy glass.

"Hm?" He blinked his eyes open when he heard footsteps near his bed. He needed a moment to recognize the face, but leaning back on the pillow and closing his eyes once more, Efe spoke softly up. "Thank you for helping save me back there. I owe you. I'll be back in the field in a day or two."

[sightseeinglog]

[unlosts]

Honey, you're familiar

Summary: Hotch takes the day off, you plan to take full advantage of it.

A/N: MDNI!

A calloused hand softly caressing your cheek is what wakes you up instead of your alarm, or more accurately Aarons alarm. 

The solid weight of him pressed against your back, his other arm caging you against him. 

“What are you doing here?” You mumble, sleep still coating your voice while you tilt your head backwards to leave your neck bared to him, and thread your fingers through his sleep mussed hair. Very pleased at the small groan you manage to pull from him. 

“I have the day off, remember?” He says against the skin of your neck, leaving a trail of kisses from right behind your ear to the base of your neck, the feel of it sending shivers down your spine, entirely too early to feel like this. 

“I did remember -” a yawn cuts you off “I just didn’t really believe you when you told me”   

He pinches you softly in retaliation making you squeal and try to detangle yourself from sleep, an arduous task given that you’ve entangled yourselves to fully  usually go to bed on different sides of the bed only to wake up in the middle as an incomprehensible mess of limbs. 

“Okay, okay I'm sorry, now get back here”Aaron uses the momentary distraction to draw you back into his arms, moving on top of you and caging you between his thick forearms. 

“Good to know all that FBI training isn’t going to waste” 

“What, you think I do this with suspects?” He asks with an arched brow

“Well, I should hope not” You say between laughs with the kind of carefree full teeth smile that drives him crazy. 

Here cradled by the morning sun, he remembers the morning he met you, and how that feeling he thought had long died in that old house, began to appear again.  

“What?” You ask a little breathless, your calf rises to slightly nudge his hip and his hand leaves your forearm to grip your thigh. 

Suddenly the morning sun feels scorching on your skin, your breath deepens as he lowers himself down to kiss you,  the solid weight of him on top of you a heady feeling. 

Aaron’s lips are all consuming, in a morning like this one he’s trying to make up for every late night and missed date even when you’ve told him that he doesn’t have to. His hand angles your jaw to deepen the kiss and yours go up to pull at his hair, causing a groan that makes your cunt clench. 

When you first slept together you discovered the sort of sounds you could pull from him so unlike the quiet and stoic man you had come to know, that you became devoted to learning him. Focused as a scholar, learning exactly where to press, pull or kiss to elicit the sort of sounds that would drive you crazy. 

His hand slides from your thigh, fingertips slowly trailing up leaving only goosebumps in their wake, up to your stomach. 

You separate only for a second as he leaves a trail of wet kisses up to your neck to suck a bruise there, making you hiss and pull at the hair in the nape of his neck once more. 

“You better not have left a fucking hickey Hotchner” you say between heaving breaths, but his only reply is a teasing grin against your neck. 

Aarons fingers play with the band of your sleep shorts while he goes back to kiss you unhurried even in the face of your growing desperation; his fingers run tauntingly back and forth, occasionally slipping a finger in to tug at the band of your underwear only to pull back out. 

They finally slip in to press against the patch of wetness forming in your underwear. You suck in a sharp breath when he touches your clit through your panties, rubbing more intently as you pull away from him to let out a weak moan.

“Aar” you gasp, breaking the kiss for a second, leaving his lips to chase after yours, kissing the corner of your mouth softly while you grind against his fingers. 

“I know” He says, his gravelly voice reverberating through your body “just relax honey, let me take care of you” 

He leans closer to you, braced on his forearm. Like this almost nose to nose he just watches you pant for a moment. Taking in this one sliver of time where his entire world is narrowed down to this bed. While holding your gaze he moves aside your underwear and finally runs his pointer finger against your cunt, collecting your wetness before going back to rub your clit. 

He swallows your moan with a hungry kiss, his calm facade abandoned when two of his fingers enter your cunt and feel your walls clench around them, the thickness of them still makes you dizzy even after so many times together. 

“Fuck” you moan, your foreheads pressed together when his fingers expertly twist to press against a spot that makes you feel like you’re on fire, his thumb going back to rubbing circles against your clit. 

“Yeah?” He asks, your hips bucking against his fingers, seeking even more closeness. 

your hands going to squeeze your breasts over your (his) sleep shirt.

He stares at your hands and you know exactly what he wants then, there’s no time to pull away and take off your shirt so you pull it up to expose your breasts to the cool morning air, Aarons lips immediately going to one, sucking softly while you arch into his mouth.

Whatever there was before in your veins replaced with something molten hot, every single part of you feels like it’s on fire. 

“Yeah”  You nod, unable to think of everything else, brain pleasantly emptied of any coherent thoughts. Your hands leave your shirt to caress his back, the nape of his neck, everything you can reach, you just want him as close as possible. 

He alternates between both breasts, sucking one pebbled nipple into his mouth only to let go and switch to the other, not before nipping at the side of your breast. 

After that your orgasm comes quick and loud, you don’t see it coming really, you only feel Aaron rub your clit sharply one last time before you feel it crest through you, leaving you to crash against the sheets.  

“Aaron”   You moan loudly, uncaring of the neighbors. 

“That’s it” He murmurs, his fingers have stopped moving but his thumb still rubs your clit until you can’t take it anymore.   

Despite his fingers still being inside you, you want him near so you pull him to you, the ensuing kiss sloppy and uncoordinated. 

“I’m going to need you to take time off more often” You say, smiling against his lips. 

[hiddenwashington]

@unlost said : hello! this is the blog I'll be using for Talisa and Mark!

everyone please make sure you're following our newest member! you now have 36 hours to post in character, honey!

[d13t0rt10n]

All I want is the TG4 Irish dub of Xiaolin Showdown but it seems impossible!

At least someone who contacted them found they still had the master copy!

[kaleidoscopiccc]

i promise you the first person to invent a time machine will just be a random ride the cyclone fan desperate to watch the 2008 version

[h3llslinger]

❝ do you know where we're going or are we just trying to get lost now? ❞

"You know I'm not normally the sort to go comparin' siblins' especially twins but I'm really startin' to miss your brother right about now," Patchwork Jack replies, emitting a soft but nevertheless frustrated huff of air in an effort to both regulate himself and to get his bangs out of his eyes. "He complains less and trusts me more. I know what I'm doin' most of the time and the few times I don't I'm good at improvisin'."

[malaisequotes]

“What is remembering? Remembering brings the absent into the present, connects what is lost to what is here. Remembering draws attention to lostness and is made possible by emotions of space that open backward into a void.”

Economy of the Unlost by Anne Carson