#yes i realize there's a couple loose ends i didn't tie up

[whatisthismandoinghere]

For the drabbles prompt:

"Tell Me" - Klink confessing to Hogan he knows about the operation after the events of a near-disasterous plan involving both of them.

Alternatively, you can make it a missing scene between the time Hogan left the Hofbrau and the time Klink is yelling at him and Schultz in the Kommandantur.

Thanks for the ask!! Again we are going to ignore the fact that this is way longer than a drabble 😂 I went ahead and included your hcs about WW1 Klink too so I hope you enjoy pally!

**Side note: this all takes place right after the scene in S1.EP13 Hogan’s Hofbrau when Klink comes to the hofbrau and finds Hogan and his men there and Hogan ends up having the 5000 marks Klink had “pledged” to the Beautify Berchtesgaden fund**

“Some people can sit around drinking beer, I have a prisoner of war camp to run,” Hogan quipped. “Gentlemen,” he saluted as he turned to leave. But he wasn’t going to get off that easy.

“Come to think of it, I have some paperwork that I need to finish up, so I think I’ll join the major back at the stalag,” Klink said as he stood up, raising an eyebrow slightly at Hogan.

Klink’s mannerisms were making Hogan nervous, and he wasn’t quite sure what game he was playing, but he didn’t want to find out.

“Stay a while and enjoy yourself, Kommandant,” Hogan insisted. “We have everything under control. Besides, you’ve earned a night out.”

“No, I really need to get some work done. We also need to discuss a couple things when we get back to my office.”

Uh-oh. Alarm bells were going off in Hogan’s head, and he felt like he was trapped in a corner with no way out. 

“Looks like you’ve got yourself into some trouble with your Kommandant,” Milheiser chuckled. “Perhaps we can meet some other time.”

“Perhaps.” Hogan put on a fake smile as he and Klink said their final goodbyes and escorted the other heroes out the door. Yeah, perhaps if I don’t end up in front of a firing squad tomorrow morning, Hogan thought grimly to himself.

“What on earth do you think you are doing parading around as a German officer working at my camp?!” Klink shouted as the door shut.

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The trip back to Stalag 13 had been completely silent, but as soon as Klink and Hogan were alone in Klink’s office, that quickly changed.

“Well…” Hogan began.

“Don’t answer that. I already know,” Klink sighed as he took a seat at his desk, resting his head in his hands.

Hogan was left standing there with his mouth slightly agape at Klink’s reply. What did he mean he already knew? That couldn’t mean what Hogan thought it meant, could it?

Klink glanced up to find a very confused and slightly worried Hogan staring back at him, and Klink knew he had slipped up. He hadn’t meant to let on that he knew about Hogan’s operation, but there was no backtracking now. Hogan was too smart for that.

“I know you were getting information on the Adolf Hitler Division. That was my assignment too.”

“Your assignment?” Hogan could barely get the words out in his shock.

“Yes, I’ve been collecting information for the Allies since 1938 - please let me finish before you start bombarding me with questions.” Klink held up his hand at the sight of Hogan opening his mouth again. “The incident with the Beautify Berchtesgaden fund caused some unprecedented issues though. Thank you for covering for me by the way.”

“You’re welcome,” Hogan said hoarsely. He still couldn’t quite process what he was hearing. Why hadn’t London ever informed them of this?

“I bet you’re wondering why London never informed you?” Klink asked.

Could the man read minds now? Hogan thought to himself. This night was just getting weirder and weirder. Hogan just nodded in response.

“They figured that the less you knew-”

“The less we’d talk if we were captured,” Hogan finished. “Standard procedure.”

The two sat in silence for a moment, Hogan fiddling absentmindedly with the top of Klink’s Pickelhaube that sat on his desk. After sorting through his thoughts some, Hogan finally spoke again:

“How did you end up working for the Allies?”

“Well, when Hitler became chancellor in 1933, I just had this- this feeling that something wasn’t quite right. Oh, everything was done perfectly legally of course, with the chancellorship being handed to him, but something didn’t sit right with me.”

“Boy did you call that,” Hogan cut in.

“Yes, unfortunately,” Klink sighed. “But there wasn’t much I could do at the moment, so I just waited, and things continued to get worse. There was the passing of the Nuremberg laws, Kristallnacht, it was a nightmare.”

Klink paused for a moment, and Hogan started to notice just how tired he looked. Dark circles under his eyes, worry lines across his forehead, and his movements were overall sluggish. Watching his country turn into what it is now had definitely taken its toll on Klink, and for once Hogan felt, not pity, but sympathy for the man and what he had been through.

“I’m sorry,” was all Hogan could think to say.

“So am I,” Klink let out a hollow chuckle. “But then I got to thinking…” A slightly mischievous look crept into Klink’s eyes, and Hogan couldn’t help but appreciate it, being somewhat of a troublemaker himself. “I was a colonel in the Luftwaffe. I had access to so much information, information that could be useful once war inevitably broke out. I had a few connections from World War One, British friends I had made as a POW that I had kept in touch with. Yes, you heard that right,” Klink added at the sight of the quizzical look on Hogan’s face.

Hogan held up a finger and opened his mouth as if to say something, but then seemed to change his mind as he settled for a shrug and gestured for Klink to go on.

“One thing led to another, and what started out as just small bits and pieces of information evolved into what you see now.” Klink finished unceremoniously.

“Did you always know about the operation?” Hogan asked.

“Yes,” Klink answered sheepishly. “My job was to help you in any way I could, draw attention away from you, and not let you know what I knew. I’m sorry.”

Hogan sat there for a moment, thinking about all he had just been told. To tell the truth, he had been kind of angry at first, but now that he thought about it, he was impressed. Klink of all people playing spy for the Allies. Hogan couldn’t help but start laughing.

Klink was a bit confused at this reaction and wasn’t quite sure how to respond. He was relieved when Hogan recovered from his laughing fit and held out a hand to him though. Klink accepted the handshake and took it as a good sign.

“Welcome to the team, Kommandant,” Hogan smiled. 

“Thank you, Colonel. Though I’ve been here longer than you have, so may I make some suggestions?”

“You’re not satisfied with the way I run my operation?”

“Not exactly. Now don’t get me wrong, you and your men do fine work, but what kind of name is Hoople? And who do you think you’re fooling walking around with a name like Hoganmuller? It’s lazy. We really should start working on your German…”

[phoenix-and-found-family]

A Phoenix and A Crane

Agent Phoenix realizes Reginald is a 1000% better dad than their own.

( @the-one-and-only-043 @wyvchard more angst :3)

Reginald jumped a little at the knock on the door. God, he was not expecting that...

The person outside didn't wait for an answer and walked into his office.

"Agent?"

"... Hey, sir..."

They looked awful. Their suit jacket was hanging off one arm, their tie was loose, and they had large bags under their eyes. Their usually messy hair was even more so, and their red streaks were left alone, not even braided.

"Sir? Phoenix, what happened? Are you alright?!"

He stood up as they closed the door behind them.

"...'m fine..."

"You're clearly not. Sit down, I'll make you some tea."

They protested a little, but eventually they sat on the chair in front of his desk as he turned on the kettle.

"Should I call your siblings? Lord knows they're better at this than me."

"No... Please don't..."

They put their head on his desk and whispered "... I can't have them mad at me too..."

That made him pause a little.

"Agent, I highly doubt anyone who you call family now would ever get mad at you."

He sighed and put his hand on their head.

"... At least, not in the way you're probably expecting."

They didn't say anything as he poured the water into a mug and put in one of their favorite kinds to eat while they thought he wasn't looking.

"... I'm pathetic..."

"No you're not, Phoenix."

He placed the mug in front of them.

"I don't know what happened to make you this upset, but you are not pathetic. Whoever told you that is- pardon my language- a piece of shit."

They slowly raised their face up and sipped the tea. He would have warned them about it being hot, but he had seen them eat glass bottles multiple times and be perfectly fine.

"... Dad stopped by my office a couple hours ago."

"Oh, that little- Sorry. Again, not mad at you. Just- Ugh."

He was pissed that McCuller kept finding ways to speak to them even though he had specifically put in a formal request to disallow contact between the two of them. (He couldn't get him fired, nepo baby prick, so that was the best he could do.)

"And he called you pathetic?"

"No. Didn't call me anything, actually. Just kind of..."

They rolled up the sleeve on their right arm to show him a barely healed burn.

"... poured his coffee on my arm. Again."

He pinched the bridge of his nose.

"... I swear, I am going to get that prick fired if it's one of the last things I do."

He noticed them looking at him strangely.

"Yes?"

"... Could you call Leo and Flor?"

He chuckled a little.

"Sick of me already?"

Their devastated face made him immediately regret that joke.

"I was kidding around, agent."

"I know..."

He smiled.

"Of course I can call them."

They smiled a little as he started dialing 043's familiar number.

"... Thanks, Reggie."

"Of course."

The kid at the end wasn't spoken, but felt.

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I finally wrote something again 🎉🎉🎉

[zigmenthotep]

Okay, so I realize I'm a couple years late to this, but I am still like, legitimately upset about the Supernatural finale. Like to the point that it has negatively affected my overall feelings about the show.

Anyway, since this is Tumblr, and I can, here's a long rant about that particular topic.

Supernatural finale spoilers to follow, obviously.

So, epilogues are bad, anyone with a high school reading level can tell you that, but that wasn't just an epilogue, it was a bad epilogue. It reads like a bad fanfic.

"After Dean is killed in a routine vamp hunt, Sam struggles to move on and find where he fits in the world on his own. Meanwhile, Dean reconnects with lost loved ones in Heaven."

But without actually including any of the interesting parts... other than sad Dean dying scene I guess.

We see Dean in Heaven, being told that Mary, John, Castiel, and even Rufus are all there... but we don't see any of them. So basically, Castiel's whole emotional ending, just didn't matter. And it's not even worth discussing beyond an off-handed reference.

As for Sam... well, as I said, epilogues are bad. They're a lazy device, the only purpose of which seems to be the author wanting to have the ultimate say in how the story ends forever, to preclude all of the possible scenarios that could occur after the reasonable conclusion.

Now if you don't have a high school reading level you might be thinking, "Um, duh, epilogues are good because they tie up all the loose ends so you don't have to do painful thinking about it." And okay, let's say that this was supposed to tie up all the lose ends and answer all the lingering questions. Which it did not.

Did the Apocalypse World refugees get brought back with everyone else?

How about people who had previously been brought back to life?

Were the other worlds restored?

How exactly did they find that random-ass dog again?

And here's the big one: Did Sam continue hunting? Because they went from seeming like he was going to carry on, right to him having a normal life with a son. So what happened there? Honestly, it's a little impressive that they were able to summarize someone's entire life without giving any meaningful details about it. Just "And then Sam had a child with someone, got old, and died."

So that's it, everything's been laid out. No more adventures, no more Winchester shenanigans, it just ends. And that's supposed to somehow be better than leaving us with the infinite possibilities of what could have happened.

And yes, I know, COVID, but if the network actually gave a fuck they still could have made something work better than this.

[strangerthings64]

Eddie Munson x F Reader

Warnings: Mention of bad parents, and bad boyfriends. Yeah nothing else really just LOTS of fluff!

Word Count: 1k+

Description: Reader realizes she's in love with Eddie after he ties her shoes for the first time. So she starts making it a habit of walking with her shoe untied for him to tie and he catches on.

A/N:  I saw this concept of Eddie stopping to tie Reader's shoes and I just had to make a fic about this because if that ain't love, I don't know what is!! 💕🥺

(P.S I also listened to this song while writing this and the part where he says “thought I could live without romance, until you came to me.” omg that part was so good I love Elvis’s music!!)

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(y/n)’s Pov

If someone had told me I'd end up falling in love with my best friend,  Eddie "The Freak" Munson I'd call them crazy, but here I was standing with my arms full of books and Eddie suddenly stopping me,  getting down on his knees and tying my shoes.

"Your gonna fall and break a tooth if you keep walking around like this Sweetheart," he said chuckling as you stare at him wide-eyed, mouth gaping a bit.

"No, I'd never fall in love with anyone ever, people disappoint me." I had told Eddie time and time again when he would ask me during our lunch at our "secret table” in the woods. He’d ask me if I had a crush on anyone in the school and he always got the same answer but yet he still seemed to ask at least once a month.

No, I'd never fall in love... But here I was staring at him as he tied my left shoe, then my right, and then looked up at me with those beautiful brown eyes and pearly white smile. And suddenly my heart was beating a thousand miles per hour, with no signs of slowing down. And my hands were getting clammy, the books in my arms threatening to fall but no way in hell was I about to let them fall and hit Eddie's beautiful face.

"You good, (y/n/n)?" he asked, standing up and tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"U..Um, Yeah I'm fine just a bit lost in thought" you replied giving him a small smile, he nods.

"Then shall we get to class?" 

"Yup let's go Eds"

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Ever since that moment with Eddie a few months ago, I've been falling head over heels for him and I wanted more than anything to be his, but to ask him was to face rejection and I sucked with rejection. Plus I was sure he didn't like me he was always very flirtatious with a lot of people he had been that way even when I first met him two years ago.

But it wasn't gonna stop me from loving him. Almost every couple of days for the last four months Eddie would stop, get down on his knees and tie my shoe never minding or finding it annoying that I always somehow had my shoes untied.

And when he did it, my heart would flutter like a thousand butterflies in an open field. God if only he knew what he did to me. If only he knew how quickly I'd fallen for him, despite never really feeling like this before it felt like I have loved him my whole life. Yes I've had a few boyfriends before but they were just heartbreakers, never staying for long.

But with Eds it was different, He is different than the rest of them. He cares about me like no other,  always going out of his way to make sure I was happy and taken care of. Knowing how my home life was and how it wasn't always the best and how cruel my family could be and how low they could make me feel. He always made sure I felt the exact opposite of that.

I don't know why it took me so long to fall in love with him it wasn't like I didn't find him attractive, he’s always been beautiful and I’ve always notice how kind he was despite being see as the complete opposite. Everything about him was inviting so why did it take me this long to realize I love him? I think maybe it was just my guarded heart, but somehow he managed to melt this heart of iron.

And God if he ever found out why my shoes were always untied I swear I'd just pass away right then and there, definitely a good thing he hasn't caught on yet which meant I could continue to do it without any suspicion from him. 

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Eddie's Pov

Four months ago I had gotten down on my knees in front of (y/n) to tie her shoes so she wouldn't fall, and I gotta admit it was one of the best decisions I had ever made. Because here I was now, walking down the halls and there she was again walking down the halls with her miss-matched socks peeking out and her untied shoes, her eyes glued to the book in her hands. And I swear she was the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid my eyes on.

And This was the four-time in the last week that I'd seen her with untied shoes. Ever since she'd walked around with her shoes untied that day, it had started to be a common occurrence. she'd never been this way before but i was like suddenly she had a longing for face planting and getting hurt.

Eventually, I caught onto her schemes and plans very early on. I had one day overheard her friend Robin talking to Dustin in the hallways, about how she was purposely untying her shoes so I could tie them for her whenever I'd spot her throughout the day. I'll admit It was a bit confusing and I didn't know why she did it, but the girl I've been in love with since the day I met her, wanted me to tie her shoes, there was no way I'd turn that down ever.

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"Really sweetheart, again with the untied shoes? How many times do I have to tie your shoes in a week? you’re gonna end up hurting yourself one day." I said smiling at her, she lifts her head up her precious smile making a way onto her face.

Getting down to tie her shoes, I start by taking both of the laces on her left foot tying them and ending with the signature bunny ears, then moving to the right and doing the same on that side just as I always do whenever I tie her shoes.

"It's almost like you want me to tie your shoes for you, it's almost like" I pause for a second chuckling.

"Like  you're purposely doing this just so I can tie them." I said looking at her as she gazed back down at me, and I could see a little panic in her alluring eyes and small blush creeping onto her face, as she tried to stay calm knowing she's been caught in her act.

"Wh-why would you think that," she asks stuttering a bit, I stand up placing an arm over her shoulder as the halls start to clear out.  Her and I among the few still standing around.

I lean down and get close to her ear, breathing on it a bit, as she shivers.

"Well because I might have overheard so and so talking to another so and so about how your purposely untying them, so little old me could tie them for you." I smirk at her, as her body goes tense underneath me, as she pulls away from my arm facing me now, eyes wide and mouth open. 

"Who told you that?!" she asks.

"Munson, (y/l/n), Get to class now!" Our heads turn as we hear Mrs. Elgreen yell at us.

“Stop standing around, go now!” She yells again. As (y/n) just stands there waiting for a response from me.

"Oh, I’m sorry sweetheart, but I gotta get to class really don’t wanna fail again, and I think you should go to really don’t want you failing either." I said a smug look on my face, as I quickly peck her cheek walking off to my class. I looked back at her shocked expression and chuckled a bit, God that girl was gonna be the death of me.

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A/N: Hey guys! this is my first Eddie Munson fic I hope ya'll liked it.

Also feedback is greatly encouraged and I hope you guys will start requesting things soon, because I'm dying to write! Please comment, like and reblog, i’d really appreciated it!! :)

(Also this isn’t my gif it’s by @metalheadmunson go follow them there great!! Thank you sooo much for this gif, it’s so precious!!)

xoxo,

Kaity

[itsclydebitches]

you know what's really ridiculous about that whole 'wasting the lamp's third question' thing is... they didn't need to have another question???

ozpin had already lied about the lamp being out of questions. if they didn't have a plan for two more questions, just say that the lamp actually had one more question left, and it was the last question they used to find out oz's tragic backstory. like, there was no reason for there to be two more questions left if they didn't have plans for them tbh. and maybe not having the lamp's extra question as a crutch would've forced them to come up with better solutions to things like 'ruby has caused a leviathan grimm to start a rampage towards argus' and 'oscar has a really stupid plan to 'turn' hazel from the dark side'.

failing that, though, i maintain it's the most ludicrous thing in the world that oscar didn't use the last question. i still have no idea how just SEEING the fucking genie was enough for hazel to be convinced when he'd just been willing to beat the shit out of a fifteen-year-old kid over his 'convictions' (such as they are) lmao

This is one of the (many) reasons why I don't buy into the idea that RT is planning long-term for RWBY. If they're introducing the concept of the Lamp still having two questions in Volume 5 and if that's done with some specific intent for Volume 8... don't we think that intent would have been something a little better than "Cinder uses the final question to rehash what the audience saw last episode, resulting in her learning the heroes' plan despite never needing to know their plan in order to find and attack them"? Then we have the fact that we still don't know what happened to the third question. Once again, if you introduce the concept that a question was mysteriously used sometime over the last hundred years, the audience expects to get an answer to who used it, why, and what repercussions that has for the tale... but three years later there's nothing. There are plenty of theories (most notably that the original Spring Maiden used it alongside Lionheart and Raven), but nothing that RWBY built towards and revealed. The story doesn't read like these details were set down to be built upon later. It reads like the authors threw out random details that sounded cool, only to either drop them over time, or flounder when they realized they had to make something of that expectation, resulting in a conclusion that's either unsatisfying, or straight up doesn't make sense. Or both. A well-planned story would have a satisfying use for that final question on the backburner, and an explanation for the first question, or it would have simply told us that only one question remains, with perhaps a casual line about two things Ozpin asked a couple of decades ago to smooth over those expectations while informing the audience "It's otherwise not important." RWBY gave us none of that.

Last night I hopped onto the RWBY Reddit for the first time in an age (the perils of boredom lol) and came across a post arguing that, in regards to Weiss no longer using her time ability, the simplest explanation is that there is some in-universe explanation, not that RT forgot or deliberately dropped the ability without comment. Yes, in a story with more goodwill this would be a gap that fans would be more than happy to fill in themselves, acknowledging that no work can possibly tie up every loose end (even if dropping such a powerful skill isn't exactly a small loose end). The point though is that RWBY doesn't have that goodwill anymore. The story is overflowing with such gaps, to the point where any episode you tune into you'll hear something like:

"There's a reason Weiss stopped using her time ability, we just didn't get a scene where she explicitly said why. But it's obvious some reason exists for her. Just debate what that is for several years and come to your own, contradictory conclusions about her character."

"Of course other dust companies exist. It would be stupid to write a story with just one, therefore they're canon because the writers are not stupid. They've just never mentioned them."

"You wanted to know how Ironwood lost half his body? The show dramatically revealed his prosthetics, setting up the expectation that someday we'd learn how he acquired them as a part of the backstory for a character who has been around since Volume 2 and was the focal point of Volumes 7 and 8? Well look, just because you want something doesn't mean RT has to write it."

"The cane nuke didn't come out of nowhere. It was obvious Ozpin's cane did something because everyone's weapon does something, it was just never used, or mentioned, or hinted at until the story needed to get out of the corner it had backed itself into. What do you mean how it's used doesn't make sense? Sure it does, provided everyone ignores either Hazel's death or the obliterated grimm/unharmed buildings. Pick a side. And so what if they mentioned outside of the show that the cane was connected to time? That doesn't count."

"They mentioned outside of the show that Ironwood's semblance causes him to focus fully on a single task and that's why he went off the deep end. It totally counts."

And on and on with "It's fine that they introduced two additional questions only to use one needlessly and keep us in the dark about the other" added to the list. We could literally fill an excel sheet with a truly massive number of contradictions, inconsistencies, random plot threads, dropped ideas, and fairly useless conclusions that make you go, "Really? You'd planned for that?" The problem has never been that RWBY has such moments. Every show does. That's inevitable. More than that, it can be fun! Frustrating as it is in the canon at times, fandom thrives on playing with such challenges. How did Watson's war wound move from his leg to his shoulder? Let's think up cool ways he might have been shot where the bullet hit both. The difference here is both that the Sherlock Holmes stories aren't built on such inconsistencies the way RWBY is and that the fandom, outside of that fun, freely goes, "Oh yeah, the real answer here is that Doyle just forgot where he put the wound. He has a tendency to mess up lol." RWBY has the dual issue of both having lost a lot of goodwill and having a fandom that, far more than any other I've been in, pushes the idea that everything is planned. Everything is intentional. Just because an explanation doesn't exist on screen doesn't mean you can't think up one yourself and then there you go. That must be what RT intended all along. Because the alternative is acknowledging that RT is not doing a good job with this story. That is, in fact, the simplest explanation... but it's not the one fans want to hear. The Lamp's questions, OOC decisions to just carry it around so Neo can steal it, giving it right back to Cinder, Hazel being swayed just by seeing Jinn, Oscar not using the question, Cinder using it needlessly, it never falling into Emerald's hands despite continued insistence that fairy tale inspirations drive this plot (Penny)... all of it points to a writing team that's just making it up as they go, heedless of what they wrote before or what they might write in the future. Giving writers the benefit of the doubt is fantastic (god knows we all need it at times), but you reach a point where the audience can't write all that for them. If you need your audience to fill in that many gaps with headcanons they'll argue over for years, it's by no means incorrect or insulting to say, "Hey, the writers didn't do a good job here."

[wasbangtanhome]

late, late, late | KSJ

banner made by bangtanhome! (me)

Summary: Is he late? Yes. Were you mad? Yes. Was it a special day? Yes, yes, yes! You had everything prepared and you just wanted your boyfriend to come home. Now.

Pairing: Office worker!Kim Seokjin x F(Reader) | also kind of dom!Jin

Warning: 18+. Smut in the form of: pwp, provocative dress, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it hehe), oral sex (M receiving), fingering, use of the word "slut", cumming inside, impact play (ass and pussy). also he used the L word.

Word Count: 4.4k

Author's note: Short and sweet to start off my journey here on tumblr!! I hope you enjoy it and to please please let me know about any improvements. I worked really hard on it! Also my first smut fic! Also, also, there are not a lot of pet names ever since I saw the post about what Namjoon, Jungkook, Jimin, and Jin would call their lover. I got super sappy.

From the kitchen window, you have a clear view of the entrance leading to your apartment that you share with your boyfriend. The sun has set and it's well past dinner time but you have yet to see his face walking up the steps, blowing a kiss at your general direction.

You chew the inside of your cheek. He's late, you thought, peering out the window for the nth time while drying the dishes. You can't help but worry. Seokjin usually calls if he picked up an extra shift, but your phone has yet to move.

Today marks a year of the two of you living together. The year hasn't treated you kindly. A while back, your company had some budget cuts. Your department was abolished and unlike the lucky coworkers that were transferred, you were a part of the handful that received severance pay.

You figured going back to work would be easy, especially with your qualifications. However, you have yet to get a call from any of the places you applied to. With you unable to work, you spend your days maintaining the apartment. Your boyfriend, his smile ever present, told you he would just have to take more shifts.

‘You know, ______, housework is really hard to do,’ he remarked. ‘Besides, I make more than enough money to support us both.’

You smiled at your boyfriend then. It was true, there wasn’t really a need for you to go to work. You eased up on your stress over not finding work and dutifully cleaned the apartment.

You trudged your way to the entrance of the apartment. Head resting on the front door before unlocking it with your key. Seokjin was drinking tea by the window sill, looking as ethereal as ever. He noticed you had entered the apartment, smiling lovingly at you.

Before he had a chance to say hello, you broke the news about what happened during work. Instantly, your boyfriend came towards you, his smile faltering as he saw the state you were in. The fatigue in your bones left you slumped on the ground.

Seokjin did not say a word, opted to close and lock the door behind you before sinking to his knees to meet you at eye level.

‘Hey,’ he murmured softly. ‘It’s going to be okay.’

He nudged your shoulder and you fell to his embrace. This was the straw that broke the camel’s back. You whimper softly as you seize his dress shirt, hot tears falling on his dress shirt, turning the color a shade darker than it was. Your knuckles turned white as your chest rose and fell rapidly, ragged breathing moaning the loss. And yet, your Seokjin rubbed circles on your back soothingly, hugging you tightly, not saying a word.

‘Sorry,’ you remembered mumbling as the coil in your stomach loosened.

‘Don’t be sorry, _____, there’s no reason for you too,’ he whispered back.

Silence fell before he piped up. ‘What do you call a bike that can’t stand on its own?’ he waggled his eyebrows when you looked at him, confused at what he’s saying. It took you a good moment to know that he was joking.

‘Two-tired!’ he exclaimed, laughing at his own joke. You smiled at your lover and before long, laughed along with him; his joy infecting your sadness.

He took out his handkerchief, wiping the streaks of tears away and giving it to you. At his gesture, you snickered before dissolving once more into tears. He had fretted then, worried that he had done something wrong.

‘I’m so lucky,’ you mumbled in tears. ‘Lucky to have you as my boyfriend, Kim Seokjin.’

He smiled softly at your comment, proceeded to pull you in his lap. ‘So, what do you want to do now?’

‘Easy,’ you sniffled, plastering a smile on your face. ‘We order fried chicken and drink!’

Seokjin had looked at you funny, surprised to hear you crave alcohol. Your smile was infectious and he ruffled your hair to agree. ‘That’s my girl!’ he exclaimed. ‘Let’s find you an even better paying job, okay?’

He was so enthusiastic, making the tragedy that happened to you that day seem so… trivial. You got drunk that night, your body not used to the alcohol.

You smile softly at the memory that happened after, your boyfriend’s hair stuck to his face, panting heavily as you came all over him. You try to push the memory away, focusing instead on your task at hand, but the damage was done- you're wet.

You chew on your bottom lip, hands traveling lower, touching your folds.

I’ll just start without him.Something nagged at your brain, and as your fingers sought out your clit, you realize how unsatisfying it would be without your boyfriend coaxing orgasm after orgasm from you.

You moan, anticipation and desperation threatening to consume you. Distracting yourself, you went through your mental checklist again. Skimpy apron? Check. Food? It’s cold because it’s been in the fridge, but check. The line that you’ve been practicing for the past few months to win over your boyfriend? Check, check, and check.

You glance again and the parking lot was empty now, its residents taking space in their respective homes. No sign of Seokjin.

You huff, grabbing your phone and pressing the on power roughly, almost causing it to clatter on the ground. Almost. Your screen flickers on and you see an image of him smiling back at you. You stuck your tongue out at his face, and punched a string of numbers you know by heart.

The line rang for a long time. You were about to let it go to voicemail. At the last second, you hear a tired voice answer you.

“Darling?” Seokjin’s voice was gruff and sleepy. You can make a mental image of him running a hand through his hair. He sounded distracted, probably looking at his spreadsheets as the numbers start to blur together.

"Hi," you try cheerfully, clearing your throat, hoping he can’t hear the anticipation across the phone. You cradle the device between your ear and your shoulder before brushing lint from your apron. "Are you coming home soon?"

Seokjin looked at his watch, knowing something was clearly bothering you. Looking at the time, he scrambled to his feet: 19:32.

"Wh-Wha--?" came the stunned response. You hear Seokjin push his chair back and the familiar beep of his computer turning off. You laugh quietly as you hear doors slam and his voice echoing in the staircase.

"Oh, _____, I'm so sorry. I had no idea what time it was," he pants, high on adrenaline trying to get home as soon as possible.

"I'm so sorry, ______. I'll be home soon. You can start eating without me, okay?"

You feel a grin paint your face, relief that he was at work. "I'm okay! You must be hungry, love. Just glad you're finally coming home. I can't wait to see you. Drive safe!" you exclaim hurriedly, knowing he won’t want to call when he’s driving.

He murmured a confirmation and you ended the call. Seokjin may be late but there’s still cause for celebration. Settling the butterflies in your stomach, you open the fridge door to take out the food you had prepared earlier, heating them up.

You finally see a familiar figure run from his parking space. His dress shirt untucked and he stopped for only a moment to blow a kiss towards you. His hair clung to his scalp, his tie was loose, and his eyes shining with adoration. You waved back quickly before seeing him disappear into the building.

Seokjin expected you to be angry, ready to apologize for coming home so late. At the very least, he expected a hug, you seemed happy enough, asking how his day was in the office. What he didn’t expect was you in an apron… wearing nothing else. His eyes roamed your body, stunned at the lack of clothes, briefcase dropping heavily on the floor.

"Are you going to close the door?" he heard you ask.

Never taking his eyes off of you, he closed and locked the door, sliding out of his work shoes. Like a deer caught in headlights, you can’t help but wonder what would happen if you approached him.

You hear him gasp as you get closer, his face incredulous. You pressed your chest towards his, relishing in his ears turning red.

"Now,” you smirk and grab a hold of his tie. “Would you like to start with dinner,"-- you croon as you fling it behind you.

"-a bath,” you say seductively as you open the first couple of buttons of his dress shirt. “-or me?" you finish, dress shirt completely unbuttoned as you watch his delicious figure.

You don't often see your boyfriend at a loss for words. But this... this was something else. Seokjin opened and closed his mouth, blinking rapidly. You hid your smile behind closed lips, enjoying the fact you’re making him squirm.

"What did you make for dinner?" he stammered, forcing a chuckle.

You waved at the table. "The works, japchae, fried chicken, corn, kimchi… You know, our favourites."

"Huh..." he managed, swallowing. Seokjin knew how hungry he was when he left the office, but he couldn't seem to focus on the steaming delicacies on the table. He turned his gaze back to you, slowly closing the distance between your lips.

"Good answer," you murmur.

"Didn't know it was a test," he whispered, dipping his head back down, claiming your soft lips once more.

You smiled into the kiss, content that he was finally home. His hands stopped trembling as it snaked lower. One hand circled your waist, the other trailing soft circles on your back. You shivered at his delicate touch, arching your back into his hand to feel more.

Seokjin seemed to understand your signal and lifted you up, making your way through the living room to reach your bed. Once you landed with a soft plop, he continued the kiss. Heat was rising to his cheeks as he fully shrugged his dress shirt off, returning shortly to connect his lips to yours.

"Jin, I can't see... it's too dark in here," you whined, feeling your skin burn where he touched your body.

You did not receive an immediate response from your beloved, only hearing the thud of a belt on the floor and you hoped his pants came off with it.

"I think it's the perfect amount of light to make you squirm," he whispers. You feel the mattress sink with his weight and the heated kiss resumes, your hands flying to tug at his hair with urgency. You start to feel feverish from the kiss, trying desperately to connect your hips to something so you can feel the first waves of pleasure. You’ve been waiting for such a long time.

He smiles at your impatience and starts tweaking your clothed nipple. "Off..." you whined, wanting the apron gone.

Seokjin slipped the shoulder straps down. You arch your back and he untied the ribbon holding everything together easily. He threw it over his shoulder and finally, his large palms directly touched your tits. He sucked on a nipple while his hands were busy, roaming every inch of your body. You moaned underneath him, thrusting your chest upwards to give him more access.

"Mmm..." you sigh as his hand travelled south and pressed onto your clit.

"You're so wet already," he released your nipple, chuckling darkly. "Have you been waiting all day? Did you want to be fucked that badly?"

You winced at his words. He continued circling your clit, waiting patiently for your answer. "Well?"

"Yes, darling," you pant out. "I have been waiting all day for you! Ah- and you were late," you whined pathetically.

He chuckled again, muttering apologies under his breath while he continues to play with your clit, your nipple back in his mouth. You knew you were going to get a real apology after you're done, but this was enough.

You felt his finger enter your pussy, testing out to see how tight you were. Your eyelids fluttered shut as he added another finger, eliciting a moan from you.

"Yeah? You like that?" came the breathy response.

Your head spun as he curled his fingers at the sensitive bundle of nerves. His thumb pressed and circled on your clit, his pace getting faster and his thrusts getting deeper.

"Jin, I'm close," you squeak out, squirming at his unrelenting force. Your high was right there, waiting for your undoing. But your boyfriend had other plans and his thrusts stopped completely before you came.

You whined, your hands tugging at his hair dangerously. Frustration swept overr your face as it turned even more crimson than his ears. "J-Jin..." you grumble weakly, catching your breath. Your cunt squeezed at nothing when he removed his fingers completely.

"Wanted to feel you cum on my dick," was his simple response.

In the fog of your pleasure, you weren't aware of his veiny cock rapidly growing harder, tip already leaking precum. You stared, dazed as he pumped his length. You also had other plans when you moved to the floor.

You licked a stripe down from the tip to the base, earning a hiss from your boyfriend. His eyes fluttering shut when you look up, his cock slowly disappearing into your mouth.

You suck lightly at first, taking care that your teeth don't make contact with his sensitive member and begin bobbing to a rhythm. He groaned as you stuffed your mouth with his cock, hands grabbing fistfuls of your hair.

"Ah- ________, ah-, can I move?" he huffed out, unable to form sentences without groans.

You moaned to signal your affirmation and he used your hair as leverage to pull you closer to the base. You struggled and gagged, feeling so fucking full. You whimper as he held you there, his head falling back with a groan.

Seokjin snapped his hips, thrusting deeper into your throat. The sensation made you moan, tears blurring your vision. He picked up the pace when he saw you, loves the view of you struggling with his cock in your mouth.

He loved to ruin you, would never admit that out loud, but seeing his lover whimper and sob because he was too big made him moan. Seokjin was holding your head in place, letting his hips do all the work. You groaned out, the vibrations on his cock almost sent him over the edge.

You knew he was close. In ragged breaths, he was saying how beautiful you were, how well you were taking his cock, how amazing you felt, and all the sweet nothings you often hear. However, when his thrusts turned messy, an indication that he was close, you shifted backwards and his beautiful cock fell out of your mouth.

"Fuck!" he cursed loudly, careening forward. He held your head in place for balance, not wanting to fall, worried he hurt you somehow. However, he was greeted with a teasing grin. "Payback, love," was all you said smugly.

You knew you shouldn’t have pushed his buttons that way. But you couldn't help it, knowing the wonderful outcome that awaits you.

He growled, anger flaring with every second that passed since you denied his release. "Bed. Now,” he muttered under his breath. You obliged at his command, though you did it slowly, never taking your eyes of him

This side of Seokjin rarely comes out to play. He was always worried he'd hurt you.

‘Yeah, that's the point,’ you snorted, recalling the memory of explaining what you wanted like he was 5.

Even still, this was a welcomed surprise. You made a mental note of how you pushed his buttons that day, hoping to recreate it in future events.

You were about to sit on the bed when you turned around, climbing on all fours instead, excited about what he would do to you.

“That’s not what I asked you to do, slut” he chuckled, waiting for you to get settled. You teased your ass, moving it closer towards his dick before pulling back.

You didn't anticipate the first slap, the sound of his palm hitting your skin filling the room. You moaned, wiggling your ass towards his face, eyes shining bright with lust.

"Ah- you like being spanked, huh?” Seokjin said, scratching his chin. “Who knew you'd this much of a slut."

You moaned at the word, loving when he said such mean things to you. Your knees buckled when the next smack wasn’t on your ass. He clicked his tongue as he watched your juices flow out from having your cunt smacked. Seokjin reached gingerly towards your clit, teasing it to ease the pain.

"Oh?" he said simply before smacking you again, this time back at your ass. He alternated between slapping your ass and your sopping cunt, the uncertainty of where the next pain would land causing you to see stars.

You whimpered and whined underneath him. Fully lying on your stomach, your ass no longer in the air. You held a pillow, moaning into it, praying the neighbors wouldn't complain about the noise. "J-Jin... please fuck me."

"Huh, I didn’t know this one could beg," he chuckled. The thought of him being with another slut left a twinge in your chest, but that jealousy subsided when he slapped you hard this time, snapping your mind from your thoughts. There was some shuffling behind you and you felt the tip of his cock on your entrance, Seokjin coating his erection with your juices.

"Shit- it's so slippery..." he said mockingly, "slipping" past your cunt. "I can't seem to get it in."

His teasing left you desperate, clinging so hard on to the pillow that your knuckles started to turn white. And just as you felt the anticipation was too much, Seokjin thrusted into you fully, his girth entering you all at once, not caring that you usually needed time to adjust to his cock.

Seokjin dragged you closer towards him, your legs off the bed. He held your neck down with his arm and thrusted hard into your cunt. Before long, you begged silently as your high approaches, hoping that this time your boyfriend would let you cum.

"Baby, I- I'm close."

"Are you now, sweetheart?" You nodded and whimpered at his question. Your voice was getting higher, moans filling your small bedroom.

And he stopped again.

You buried your face in the pillow to scream. You were so agonizingly close and he denied you just like that. Tears fall out of your eyes now, you hiccup and sob, glaring daggers at him.

Normal Seokjin would've scooped you into his arms, a myriad of apologies would spill from his mouth.

But not this time. Instead, he grabbed your hips with his muscular arms before flipping you over so you lay flat on the bed. His cock went back inside, thrusting slowly while he spun circles on your sensitive folds.

"Please-" You breathe in deep, trying to stabilize your hiccups.

"One more for me?" he asked. His voice low and husky.

You start shaking your head, pleading, no- you couldn’t do it again. You were begging him to let you cum. He continued his shallow thrusts and his attention on your clit. You sigh underneath him, overstimulated beyond belief.

"One more," he insisted and leaned close to your ear. "For one whole year of living together." He nibbled on the shell before moving down to your neck. "Please?" You moan when he sucked on the delicate flesh.

You melted into his embrace and nod. "One more."

Perhaps you should've considered longer. Perhaps it was your lust-addled brain that made you say yes. Perhaps you should not have fallen for his devilish charm. But it’s all too late now as he lay on the bed, and you climbed over him.

"Mmph..." you moan, throwing your head back while you grind your pussy on his cock. You snuck a glance below only to find seeing your boyfriend drowning in pleasure.

You leaned forward and bumped your forehead with his. Seokjin's eyes open gently. He pants quietly as he cups your face, gently stroking it with his thumb. An angelic smile spreads upon his face, love and affection in his eyes. You whined as you continue riding him, trying to chase your own high while helping him with his, picking up the pace.

You were still moving a bit too slowly for his liking so he thrusted his hips to match your movements. It sent shivers down your spine and you moan deliciously.

"Baby, I can't- ah- Jin..." you pant, bouncing and grinding on his cock, just then realizing how close you actually were. You expected the stop, but it didn't make it any easier. Your boyfriend stopped his movements and held your hips firm, causing your body to convulse.

Seokjin sat up quickly, hugging and kissing your face profusely. "You did such a good job, ______." he said, his apologies in the form of kisses. He tucked a stray hair behind your ear. "You were so pretty bouncing on my cock like that."

You sigh and smiled weakly at him, "Can I rest?" you asked meekly.

You hear him genuinely laugh. His friends always said that his laugh sounded like windshield wipers. But to you, it sounded like wind chimes dancing in the summer.

Seokjin grabbed you and laid you down on the bed gently. He turned to his side and stroked your hair. You faced him, a content smile on your face as you also stroke his cheek.

"I love you."

The sudden confession made you halt. You knew Seokjin meant it. However, he does not say I love you very often. He shows his love with physical touch and "have you eaten?" questions that make you feel so happy he cared. But hearing him say he loved you almost made you cry. Almost. You had enough tears for the day.

"I love you too, darling."

You scoot closer to kiss him, tongue asking permission to enter. He groans when they collide. Your spare hand moved down and stroked his softening cock gently but he sprung up instantly.

"I kinda blue-balled you, sorry," you broke the kiss sheepishly. Seokjin just chuckled and continued the kiss, moving on top of you.

“Are you okay for more?” he asked, back to his usual self.

You nodded enthusiastically.

His cock slid in effortlessly, your pussy already wet and stretched out enough to take him in without any discomfort. Pleasure caused your body to groan. You wanted so badly to come.

He held up both your legs and toyed with your clit. He was able to thrust easily into you. He started out slow, making sure that you were actually okay before it turned manic, his cock going in and out of you with such force.

You whined when his thumb pushed harder on your clit, feeling your walls clench at his huge dick.

His cock going deeper and deeper inside you combined with him touching your clit was all it took. You were suddenly right there, at the edge of pleasure before you snap. You yell his name, your voice getting increasingly higher. You look at him with desperate eyes.

"Cum on my cock, ____," he groaned, marveling at how tight you were getting.

He kept the pace and soon, you were moaning his name, your juices creaming his cock. You loved being filled. You were so full as your walls clenched around him.

A few more hard thrusts and he joined you in pleasure. "Ah- _____," he moaned out as your walls were painted white. You winced when you thought Seokjin was going to fall on top of you, though he caught himself at the last second.

He slid out of you with a hiss and ran to get a towel to clean you up. After he was done, the towel was placed in the laundry basket, along with all the clothes that were discarded from the floor. You roll your eyes, knowing how neat your boyfriend was.

He plopped right next to you and you cuddled closer, throwing an arm over his muscled abdomen.

"Hi," he sighed out in bliss, tucking another strand of hair behind your ear. "Happy one year anniversary of living together, my dear."

His head dipped towards your and you both nuzzle your nose at each other. "Happy one year, Jin."

"So," he started, clearing his throat. "I can tell you liked getting spanked. Push my buttons some more and maybe it'll happen more often," he laughed at his own comment., waggling his eyebrows at your direction.

This time, it was you who were at a loss for words. You shook your head, rolling your eyes before snuggling so close to him. You found the perfect spot on his chest, as always, pulling the blankets towards the both of you.

He removed himself from underneath you and stared seriously into your eyes. "I know I don't say it enough,"-- you smiled as you notice his ears turning red again-- "but I meant what I said. I do, love you, ____." He held your gaze and you found the strength to sit up slightly to kiss him.

"I know, Jin. This was enough. You are enough."

You've never seen him so giddy and he kissed your forehead again, finally settling down.

"Good night, Kim Seokjin. I’ll clean the food in the morning," you say drowsily.

"Don’t worry, let me get it. Good night, soon-to-be Kim _____," he whispered. You heard the comment but you were tired to ask what he meant. In the morning, you thought to yourself. I'll deal with that in the morning.

When you finally slept, soft snores filling the room, Seokjin got up, carefully detangling him from your arms. You protest slightly but rolled over, not waking up. He padded softly to the kitchen to put the food away. Washing his hands, he looked to the bedroom once more to make sure you were indeed asleep, before opening his briefcase.

Inside, there was a small blue box and Seokjin opened it gingerly, fearing the worst. He sighed in relief as the band reflected a light coming from outside, still intact even though he dropped it earlier. He closed the small box and placed it back in his briefcase.

Seokjin came back to the room to find you had gotten up, hands rubbing your eyes. “Where did you go?”

“Bathroom and grabbed a glass of water,” he lied casually, praying that you didn’t see anything, his heart hammering in his chest.

You mumbled something and he sighed in relief, putting on a pair of boxers before snuggling you close, kissing your forehead.

All characters depicted in this fic are 18+ and fictional.

Any resemblance is just a work of fiction.

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Posted on 04.13.2021 at 11:11am GMT+7.

[whosscruffylooking]

The Purest Things-A New Home

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

a/n: this is a repost considering it didn’t show up in any of the tags yesterday. have i mentioned how much i despise tumblr sometimes :) again, i want to give a special shoutout to @avengersbau for giving me a second set of eyes on this one.

word count: 2k

warnings: canon-typical violence and descriptions of injury.

The Purest Things Masterlist

gif is not mine! credit goes to @hqtchner

au! october 2007

Bookend: “It’s never too late to become who you want to be. I hope you live a life that you’re proud of, and if you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start over.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald

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"I am SSA Hotchner. Welcome to the team Agent Y/L/N," his voice reminds you of the transatlantic accents of Hollywood stars of old. The kind you used to hear in the old black and white movies you would watch as a child.

"It's an honor to be here sir," you stare directly into his brown, soulfully deep eyes.

"J.J., get us started, please," SSA Hotchner suggests.

Sitting down, you look to the screen that displays the frightful footage of bombs detonating in various locations.

"Yesterday, an 81-year-old woman was severely injured when a bomb exploded in the toilet of a women's restroom," J.J. informs.

"Interesting spot to hide a bomb," Agent Prentiss sneers.

Jennifer flips through the slides and shows another bombsight located in a subway station, "Last year a similar bomb that had been attached to a phone box detonated. No outstanding injuries were reported. However, the bombs' similar makeup alerted detectives to dig into other bombings throughout the years. They have positively identified attacks over the past twelve years as perpetrated by the same bomber."

Spencer adds, "His M.O. is similar to George Peter Metesky, better known as the Mad Bomber. He terrorized New York City over a period of 16 years. He planted bombs in theaters, subway stations, libraries, and offices. They were left in phone booths, storage lockers and restrooms."

"Do you think we are looking at a copycat?" Derek questions.

"If we are, we need to stop him soon," declared David.

"He's escalating-becoming bolder and more vicious," you say, scanning the report.

"Tell Boston we can be there by 9:30," Hotch notifies J.J...

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"It seems like he's a textbook paranoid schizophrenic. People suffering from this disorder may think that other people are regulating them or plotting against them. They tend to be reclusive, antisocial, and obsessed Hwith hatred for their presumed enemies," you twist a loose string from your shirt around your finger, unwind it, then repeat the process.

It's a nervous tick you developed over the years that has worn down numerous tops before achieving their intended lifespan. You glance at Agent Hotchner, seeking a sign of approval. His eyes meet yours, and he poignantly nods.

Did I say too much? No. Don’t overthink this. They can probably smell fear.

"In his letters left at the bombsights, he uses words like 'broad' and 'chick' to signify women," Dr. Reid chimes in.

"Do you think the unsub is motivated by hostility towards women? "

"It's possible," he continues, "These speech patterns age him significantly, however. Phrases such as these were mainly used in the 30's, 40's, and 50's."

Agent Hotchner begins to delegate tasks before the jet lands, "Morgan and Reid, I want you to head to the bombsights and see if you can't work out the motive. J.J. and Prentiss talk to the victim's families, determine our victimology. Y/L/N, Rossi, and I will head to the precinct and familiarize ourselves with the lay of the land and see if we can't formulate a geographical profile."

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At the precinct, you observe Agent Hotchner's ability to singlehandedly transition an entire police force's obligation to under his jurisdiction.

"Captain Moreno, this is SSA David Rossi and SSA Y/F/N Y/L/N," the Unit Chief introduces you.

The captain tilts his head at you, "Aren't you a little young to be in the FBI? How old are you anyway?"

You nail him with a you're-full-of-crap look. 

Everyone gets to be young once; your turn is over, old man.

Choosing to take the high road, you say, "I'd like to get my hands on the bombers handwritten notes. There has to be something in those letters that can give us a clue into the who, what, when, and where of this case."

Skeptical of your request, he narrows his eyes and looks to David and Agent Hotchner.

"You hear her," Dave exclaims, "Lead the way!"

Your enigmatic smirk no doubt gives away the great pleasure Dave's gibe brings you.

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"Agent Hotchner," you hand him your preliminary geographical profile. With his arms crossed, he intimidatingly peers into your research.

Don't burn a hole in my paperwork; I worked hard on that.

He is impressed by your work, taking in your comprehensive outline of proof that details the unsubs point of origin. For someone so young, your attention to detail puts even his most observant profilers to shame. "How did you come to this conclusion?"

"My family is from Chicago. When I was little, I used to read through my grandfather's old newspapers that he collected throughout the 1950's. On the jet, I knew some of the phrasings that Dr. Reid was using sounded familiar, so I cross-referenced it with some of the particular articles I remember from my childhood and found his wording to be exact iterations of the Chicago Crier."

Without taking his eyes off of the paperwork, he commends you, "Impressive use of your prior knowledge. Often, the information drilled into us through education is lackluster compared to that of real-world experience."

You turn to walk back to your makeshift desk when he calls out to you, "And Y/L/N, call me Hotch."

Your shoulders relax from the tension you hadn't even realized you'd been clinging onto, "Alright. Hotch."

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You immediately regretted your decision. In pursuit of the unsub, you had wandered off down an abandoned subway tunnel and cornered him.

"Harold Watts, FBI. Gently place the remote detonator on the ground," You shout. Grappling to keep your gun from slipping between your clammy palms, you grip the weapon tighter.

Ordinary people's first days of work are uneventful; they're given a series of mundane tasks at most. Me? Of course, my first day involves being secluded in a subway tunnel facing down a man decked from head to toe in explosives and wires.

"D-don't come any closer. I have my finger on the trigger! I'm not afraid to die, and I will not hesitate to take you up in flames with me," he stammers.

The stampede of footsteps, no doubt from your colleagues and half of the Boston police force, resonate through the echo chamber you're standing in. Watts spooks and loses his balance. You begin shouting for the people behind you to stand down.

"The tracks are live, one wrong step, and we all blow up. I repeat, stand down!"

Turning your attention back to Watts, you attempt to soothe his irrationality. You slowly return your gun to its holster, raising your hands up in surrender. Hotch yells something unintelligible from behind you, but your focus is on the unsub and trying to prevent any more casualties.

"Harold, let's just talk this through for a couple of minutes. My men behind me will leave us alone. It's you and me now. Before this, you never wanted to hurt yourself. You wanted to be heard. All of your life you felt like you were forced into the shadows, and you began to fester there in your pain and rage."

He tenses up; you have his attention now.

"Those girls who teased you and ripped your masculinity from you needed to be taught a lesson. But you didn't just stop there; you decided to do all women a favor and demonstrate to them the kind of pain they could cause, hoping to prevent them from making the same mistakes. In fact, you helped me to see what I can do better. I never want to make someone feel the way you did."

"Y-you learned that...f-from me?" Harold quietly sobs.

You nod, "Yes! Yes, Harold. And you can still be heard, but not if you die today. I could be your greatest advocate. If we walk out of here right now, think of how famous you could be. Harold, you will never be stuck in the shadows again."

It is crucial to your survival and your teams that you are brave just long enough to analyze the situation and keep your self-control. Panic won't do anyone any good right now.

Your mouth dries as you await Harold's next move. Suddenly, he hunches over, extending the hand gripping the detonator. Pausing for a moment to be sure he isn't making any drastic moves, you promptly hurry to his side and gently pull it from his clutch.

As the police officers and your colleagues rush to your aid, Harold looks up at you with hopeful eyes.

"Make me famous," he murmurs with a grin that churns your stomach.

Hotch ushers you away from the unsub, backing you up against the wall of the tunnel, "You actively defied my orders."

Searching every inch of his face for an accurate reading of his emotions, you are unsure of how to respond.

"I'd like to think it won't happen again," his eyes studying you just as intently.

You swallow hard, aware of the lump in your throat and take a deep breath, "You have my word, Agent Hotchner."

"Good," he affirms, eventually freeing his hold on your arm.

You let out a shaky sigh of relief and relax your spinning head against the wall.

Opening your eyes, you observe your new team tieing up all loose ends. They're safe. You are safe. Despite this first day not being as mundane as others, you wouldn't have it any other way. This feeling is what you signed up for, and it's already fulfilling you in ways you couldn't fathom before stepping inside the BAU office this morning.

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Aboard the jet, you tuck your legs underneath you and open up a book to read.

A cup of steaming hot coffee appears on the table in front of you.

Hotch sits across from you with a similar cup and offers you a subtle smile, "Impressive work out there today. I'm sorry your first day of work couldn't be more eventful."

A joke? I didn't take him as the joking kind.

Rolling your eyes, you put on a disappointed tone, "God...if you guys drag your feet like this every day, I might have to consider a transfer."

In a more serious nature, he asks, "How are you feeling?"

"Alright, I guess. You were right, you know, no amount of studying or lectures can truly prepare you for what it's like when you're staring into the eyes of a killer. I've learned the negotiation techniques and memorized the textbook 'put the gun down' speech, but all of that flies out the window when you're in the moment."

"You will find that improvisation at times is the key to success in this job. Just know that this team is a family. You will never face this alone or be at a loss for anything. Your career is in its infancy, but I can tell you have a long and triumphant journey ahead of you. We will do whatever we can to ensure that you are at home here and can use this team as an opportunity to refine your abilities. All I ask in return is that you work with us, not against us. You have nothing to prove. They see your resourcefulness. So do I. You are one of us now."

Some gazes are the promise of protection; his is all that and more. The words "at home" resonate in your mind. You've spent your whole life searching for a home, and here it is, its doors being opened to you. After a lifetime of running from place to place, perhaps this is where you can finally settle down.

"Get some rest," Hotch whispers to you. And with that, you lean your head against the chilled window and shut your eyes.

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