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Eyes on Me

Yandere Submissive Stalker X GN Reader

Part 3! Probably last part….maybe

Part 1 and 2 here. Also guys Im so sorry for my mistakes in my last post! I accidentally used she/her pronouns in my writing, I genuinely didn’t even realise it. Im so sorry guys!!

7 weeks. It had been 7 long fucking weeks and you were still stuck here.

Noah had kept you captive for nearly two months now, but he never let you feel like you were one.

He would gift you things you wanted nearly everyday, Noah would cook your favourite dishes for you, he would shower you with love and affection, always making sure your every want and need was met.

All he asked for in return was your love…thats all he wanted.

And it seemed like you were slowly giving in.

What else could you do?! He was so adorable, so cute, so kind, so sweet…you were slowly becoming more lenient towards him.

For example, you weren’t kicking, hitting or screaming anymore. You were eating your food rather than throwing it away and yelling. And you were a bit more welcoming to his kisses, his soft and loving kisses.

Noah was also letting you roam free in his large house. You had an idea of who he was now. Noah was a very famous doctor, and was very wealthy. He was a psychiatrist who always treated his patients with care and love, never making them feel like they were a burden.

But although he let you roam the house freely, he never let you outside.

Creak…

The door opened and you stared at it, the same sweet smile you saw everyday greeting you.

“Good morning my love~!! Have you had a nice nights sleep?” Noah came closer to you, stroking your cheek and kissing your forehead. You were so used to it at this point that you didn’t even bat your eye at his affection.

“ `Morning…” You mumbled as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, sitting up slowly.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you look in the mornings~?” Noah said in a sing-song voice, twirling a piece of your y/c hair with his finger.

You tried to hide your blush as you turned your head away, “W-whatever…”

Noah chuckled and kissed your cheek again, “Come! Go get freshened up and lets have breakfast! I’ve asked the cook to make you your favourite french toast!”

He looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to praise him. He practically lived for your praise and attention, but you would rarely give it to him.

“Oh..thank you Noah..Ill go get ready…” You murmured as you rushed to the toilet. Noah watched you go, hearts practically engrained in his eyes. For you. Just for you~

At the breakfast table, Noah was staring at you lovingly as he fed you the toast.

“I can feed myself…” You tried to protest, but he whined.

“P-please! Please let me Y/N…Im begging you~” His eyes were so cute, you just couldn’t help but give into his pleads.

“Fine..just stop looking at me like that…” You replied hastily, and he immediately brightened up and went straight back to feeding you.

After your 5th or 6th bite, you started feeling quite full, putting your hand up to stop the bite in Noah’s hand to come near your mouth. He nodded and ate the bite himself, smiling at you with such a lovesick grin.

You swallow nervously, looking at him. You had to ask him a question really badly, it was really important, “Noah?”

“Yes my angel, my love, my darling~?” Noah answered, hearts in his eyes as he looks at you. You had to keep yourself from smiling at his cheesy terms of endearment.

“Can you please let me go outside? I haven’t seen the outside world in like 2 months…” You complained, making him frown immediately and look away.

“Y-Y/N, you know how sorry I am…I feel so guilty baby…” Tears already filled his eyes as he spoke, making you sigh as you always gave into his tears.

“But…but I can’t let you go…Im scared you’re going to leave me. I can’t live without you my love…I’ll die!” Noah started to cry, holding your hands and bringing it to his heart. On the inside, he knew he was manipulating you but what else could he do?! He genuinely did love you so so much.

He loved you to the point of obsession.

You thought to yourself as you just stared at him, he sniffed and gave you puppy eyes. You knew you had to do something in order to get out of this place, otherwise he’d just keep you locked up forever. You wanted your life back and you knew just how to do it.

It involved giving into Noah’s love in order to regain your freedom. There was no other way. You had tried to escape in the past but he always…always found you.

“Noah…if I become your..partner..will you let me have more freedom?” You asked, and he immediately jumped up, looking at you hopefully.

“Y-Y/N?! Are….are you being serious?!” Noah couldn’t believe it, all his hard work finally paid off. You would finally be all his.

“Yes Noah, I’ve thought about it a lot and I want to start a relationship with you, but you have to promise you’ll let me go-” You had barely finished your sentence when he suddenly fainted, making you let out a loud scream.

You immediately went on your knees, cradling him in your lap as you tried to nudge him awake.

‘What the fuck??’ You thought to yourself as you check his pulse and sighed in relief when it’s normal.

“Now what am I to do with you…” You mumble to yourself before a plan comes to mind.

Paybacks a bitch…

Noah woke up with a groan, his eyes slowly opening yet his sight was still hazy.

‘What happened…?’ He thought to himself as he tried to sit up, but his eyes widened when he couldn’t move. He looked up and saw his wrists were tied together and attached to the headboard of the bed. To add to this, his ankles were tied to the bottom poles of the bed. He looked down and noticed he was now wearing only his boxers and a t-shirt.

He thrashed around, trying to get out of his restraints to no avail. This couldn’t be happening. Where the hell were you?!

Noah began to sob and panic as millions of thoughts raced through his poor little head. He started to think of how you had left him and he’d never see you again.

“Y/N!! P-PLE-HIC-PLEASEE I’M S-SORRY…DON’T L-LEAVE ME…I’LL DIE W-HIC-WITHOUT YOU!!!” He was genuinely going crazy without you, where did you go?? Why would you leave him? Was he not good enough?! He’d change for you—he will; just give him a chance!!

“Y/N!! C-COME BA—” His words were cut off by you suddenly placing a hand over his mouth, “Shut the fuck up,” You seethed, glaring at him as he looked up at you with teary blue eyes.

Where you came from, he didn’t know but he was just happy that you were here. Although he was genuinely scared from how angry you looked, he couldn’t help but feel relieved at the fact that you hadn’t left. He was so delusional that he thought you had came back for him❤️❤️❤️ (A/N he’s so weird I love him)

But he also had a little problem because of you on top of him; all of his fantasies were coming true. Oh god just ruin him already!!

He whined against your hand and tried to buck his hips up, making you grip onto his mouth even harder, “I said shut up you fucking brat, can’t listen to simple instructions?”

The mix of your strong body on top of him and your cruel words made the poor boy’s eyes roll to the back of his head as his back arched; pathetic moans leaving him.

No way….did he just….?

You look down and saw a wet patch forming on his crotch, you internally smirked at how much of an effect you had on him but you had to keep up your strict persona, “Did you just fucking cum, you slut?”

Noah panicked, his pretty eyes filling with even more tears as he shakes his head “no,” worried that you’d be disgusted with him. (He secretly wanted you to treat him like trash)

But could you blame him for cumming?? You were literally on top of him looking as beautiful as ever, whispering demeaning words at him and you expected him not to cum?

“Mmm…n-not a s-slut…” He tried to mumble against your hand, looking at you with such love in his eyes. You nearly felt bad for him.

You suddenly slap him on the face, making him whine out in pain and pleasure as he breathed heavily from the release of his mouth from your hand. You took a second to admire the sight below you:

His blonde locks were messy, bangs sticking to his forehead. His cheeks were all rosy and wet with tears as was his mouth which was covered in his drool. Noah’s big blue eyes were looking to the side, embarrassed to face you as he bit his pretty pink lips.

You gripped his hair roughly, making him whine out, “Did I say you could talk back? Did I say you could fucking look away?”

He shook his head frantically, mentally face palming himself for disobeying you, “N-no! No…‘mm sorry!! S-sorry…please…”

“Sorry’s not going to cut it pretty boy…I think I need to teach you a lesson hmm? For all the bad things you did…” You leaned in close to his ear and he could feel his dick harden again from your proximity, “….for kidnapping me, keeping me locked up here…you’ve been a bad boy haven’t you~?”

Noah had started to sob, tears cascading down his adorable pink cheeks; he didn’t want to be a bad boy!! He wanted to be good, so good, for you!

“N-no! Mm so-sorry!! I’m n-not a bad boy! I-I’m a g-good boy…your good boy!!” He desperately begged, looking up at you in hopes you’d believe him. He knew what he had done was wrong but his intentions were never bad, he promises!!

You couldn’t help the heat pooling in your lower stomach from the way he was begging, god his desperation was so hot. So what if he was a deranged, psychotic, obsessive lunatic? He was cute!!

“But you haven’t proven to me you’re a good boy…so a punishment is really needed~” You said with a devilish smirk forming on your face, making both his heartbeats race (if you get what I mean💀💀)

You lean over and open one of the drawers, an assortment of items you had bought while he had been unconscious. His eyes widened in fear and excitement as he saw you bring a ball gag to his mouth, “Mmnnoo!! Y-Y/N!!” He tried to beg but you had already sealed his mouth shut.

Then you proceeded to pick up a remote like device you bought, Noah looked at it in confusion while tilting his head. You smirked at how adorable he looked, he didn’t know what he had gotten himself into.

With the click of a button, Noah’s back arched as he felt pleasure coursing through his body. He hadn’t even realised that a vibrator was lodged inside him! You must have put it in while he was unconscious.

“MMMNNGGH~!” He moaned against the gag, his body twisting and shaking, poor little baby was so sensitive!

You turned the vibrator off and he slumped down, his chest heaving, “Now for your punishment, I’m going to leave you here with that vibrator on and you’re going to cum over and over again until I’m satisfied, do you understand?”

Noah’s eyes widened and he shook his head profusely. This wasn’t what he wanted, he wanted to feel you, to touch you, to have you make him feel good; not this stupid toy!

He also didn’t want to be alone, he felt like he’d die if you weren’t near him so he began to cry, “N-noooo!! Mmm stayy!” His voice came out muffle which only made you smirk even more.

It was evident you were a sadist; seeing him whine and beg like that really turned you on. However you were doing this also to make sure it was engrained in his head who was in charge: you. It was to make sure he’d never pull a stunt like this again and would also prove his obedience to you.

“You said you wanted to be my good boy didn’t you Noah~? So be a good boy and take it.” You said sternly, turning the vibrator on once more before walking out of the room, leaving the door open a little bit so you’d hear him.

His moans and cries followed you as he begged for you to come back, but with the gag in his mouth he could only do so much.

Noah’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he came again with a cry, his boxers were now dirty with his jizz. He sobbed as the vibrations bullied his poor prostrate, he wanted you to make it feel better, please come back!

And then he came for the third time, and the fourth and then the fifth. It felt like hours had gone by (it had only been 30 minutes) since you left him in this state; his whole body was shaking as his hips bucked to try and get away from the vibrations but to no avail.

“Nnnngghh~!! ‘S t-too m-much…too much!” He whined, mainly to himself but it came out as mixed garbles.

You finally graced him with your presence and entered the room, your own arousal building up at the sight of him. But you also felt pity on him, it was clear that he had never felt the touch of anyone his entire life—let alone come numerous amounts of times!

He hadn’t noticed you came in yet, his mind was all foggy and hazy; the only thing he could focus on was the vibrations in his ass.

You say next to him and his head immediately darted towards you, tears pooled his eyes and he begged you to make it stop, “P-pleasshh~” He tried to say but the gag and the tormenting toy stopped him from being able to vocalise himself.

You cooed at him and turned the vibrations to the lowest level, yet not quite turning it off yet, “Have you learnt your lesson~?” You ask, and he nods eagerly and tries to get closer to you: to feel your comfort, your warmth, your affection, your love~

You take mercy on him and take out the gag since it was clearly hurting his jaw, he lets out a moan of relief as incoherent ‘thank yous’ and ‘I love yous’ leave his mouth.

“Shhh…it’s okay, I’ve got you~” You whisper in his ear, you gently take his underwear off and take the vibrator out, making him whine, “Mmmh…s-sensitive..ahhnngh~”

He gave you such adorable eyes, pleading for you to make him feel better so you cupped his face, “Don’t worry, I’ll take all the pain away, I promise…you’re my good boy right~?”

As soon as he heard the words, “Good boy,” he immediately nodded like a mad-man, “Mmm your good boy! P-please…please…y-yours…”

You could tell he was extremely exhausted from the torment you put him through, so you untied his wrists and ankles which made him cling onto you like a spider monkey; you let out a soft chuckle, “Noah…you have to let me go…I need to clean you up…”

“N-no! D-don’t go…please…” Tears pooled his eyes yet again, making you coo at him which he melted to.

“Shhh…alright, we can cuddle for a bit but then I have to clean you okay~?” You wrapped your arms around his waist aswell, being careful not to touch his very sensitive lower body.

Noah could still feel the tingles and electricity coursing through his body, but once you held him in your arms—he felt all that pain go away. He snuggled further into you, his face buried in your neck.

“I love you so much…I love you Y/N..” He mumbled against your skin, kissing it softly.

And you found yourself saying something you’d never imagine saying the first day you met him;

“I love you too Noah~”

Ahhhh! Finally finished this!!

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Hello there baby, are your parents bakers? Cause you're a cutie pie lol sorry couldn't resist the urge to flirt with my favorite writer💕How have you been? How was your day? I wish you a wonderful day and a lovely night💕

It's my first time here sending an ask but lately I've been thinking about shy!Spencer x flirty!reader, I just think is such a cute couple.

So if you're taking requests, I was thinking about early seasons Spencer completely falling for the reader and the way she's so flirty but sweet and kind, the way he'd be blushing hard at anything she says and how he'd like the way she's always touching him cause he felt cherised and desired.

It could be fluff or smut or both cause I can picture them going slow with the relationship but Spencer being eager to please her and show how much he loves everything about her.

You said about choosing a emoji, so can I be the 🐇anon?

A/N: Thanks for the request! Shy Spencer is the best because he's so dumb and silly and doesn't realize when people are attracted to him. I've said it before, but he's basically every nerdy main character in 00s romcoms that are "unattractive" because they wear glasses. I hope you enjoy the fic~♡

Warnings: mentions of case details, slight spoilers for upto s5

With a degree in law and a deep-rooted hatred of businessmen, you'd certainly found your calling in one of the FBI White Collar divisions. Putting away the sleazy bastards was easily one of the biggest perks of the job, but every coin had a second side, and yours was you actually had to interact with the cretins before you could take them down. 

You'd dealt with bribes, dinner invites, and sexual propositions more than a time or two, and had to remind yourself that kicking anyone of them clean in the balls was most likely a firing offense, if not legally off the table. 

The man in the case you were currently working - possibly Bill Hodges, possibly Daniel Brady, possibly so many more men - had been a typical white collar freak until he'd moved on to murder. And when you'd been so close to nailing his ass for fraud, too. 

You'd had no choice but to call in whatever unit it was that actually got to put bullets in the bastards, sure that you were going to be strong-armed out of months of work for the glory of taking down a spree killer. 

Instead, you got Spencer Reid, delivered freshly to your desk like a lamb to slaughter. 

“Sorry, you're the agent from the BAU?” You asked, raking your eyes across his body, smiling at his obvious discomfort with the attention. 

“Yes, Doctor Reid. I'm here for more information on the Hodges files.” 

You dusted your skirt off as you stood, moving around the desk to grab the file. You held it out to him but pulled it back when he reached for it.

“I'm sorry, you're really in the BAU?” An embarrassed look fell across his face, and you instantly felt shitty. 

“Do you want to see my credentials?” 

“No, I'm sorry, it's just - I wasn't expecting someone so…pretty?” 

The embarrassed look deepened to a flush, and you brightened at the sight. You weren't lying. He really was pretty, and you hoped your comment hadn't come off as patronizing. 

“You're adorable. Here's the file, I’ll be at your team briefing in half an hour. Spencer, right?” 

He nodded, finally waking up and taking the files as you pushed it against his chest, using the movement to step slightly closer. 

“I'll see you later then,” you trailed your look down, getting a good look at all of him before meeting his eyes again. “Save me a seat?” 

“I should… I'll, uh, go now. Thanks for the-” he stammered, pointing to the file, backing out of your space slowly, like an animal trying not to show its back to a predator. 

Unlike the long line of scumbags filling the halls and case files of your floor, Spencer was without bravado or ego. His lack of both meant that you were interested. You were very interested. 

Half an hour later, you practically sprinted to the 6th floor, bouncing up the stairs to the office where you'd take your meeting like a giddy school girl. 

“Hello, sorry, I'm not late, am I?” You asked, quietly opening the door and letting yourself in. 

“Agent Y/N, no, perfect timing, Penelope was just about to brief us on your case,” Hotch said, rising and giving your hand a firm shake. He looked around to find a seat to usher you into, but you quickly dropped yourself into the seat right beside Spencer Reid, grin deepening as he flushed and offered you an awkward yet endearing smile.��

Unconsciously, you shifted closer, shooting him your own smile before the meeting officially began, and you were forced to keep a straight, serious face. 

The entire case progressed in much the same way, with you doing everything you could to fluster Spencer Reid and him doing everything in his power to convince himself you were being friendly. 

“Spencer, do you have a phone number?” You asked after slipping out of the meeting, trailing him back to his desk. 

“Yeah, we have to keep connected for cases, so I have a phone.” 

“Great. Your number - what is it?” 

He rattled off the digital as you scribbled them down on a notepad. 

“And Hotch's number is-” 

“Oh, I won't need that. Thanks, Spencer.” You said waving as you left to slink back to your desk. You could hear him calling out behind you, confused. 

“Y/N… Y/N, we split up on cases often, if there's an incident and you need to contact us it's better to have all of the team members numbers,” he panted, jogging to catch up with your focused pace. 

“If I need to contact you, I'll take myself to Agent Garcia’s office and use her direct line,” you said, finally stopping yourself at the elevator and pressing the button. 

He caught up, and stopped abruptly next to you. 

“Oh… oh, yeah that's… that's efficient.” 

You stepped onto the elevator when it arrived, leaving Spencer hesitating whether or not to climb in himself, desperately wondering why you'd ask for his number then. 

“Goodbye, Doctor Reid,” you said, pressing the door close button and blowing him a kiss just before the doors blocked you from sight. 

To tell the truth, you'd had a lot of fun flirting with Spencer on the phone from Penelope’s office during the case. The woman was an inspiration, even if her flirting had a completely different purpose and meaning than your own. Her friendship with Derek Morgan was admirable, but you didn't want to be friends with Spencer Reid. 

“Hello, handsome, what can I do for you today?” You asked, picking up the phone and basking in the stammers that answered you down the line. 

“D-Do you need me to get Morgan for you?” He said, his voice treading lightly. 

“Unless Derek Morgan has, overnight, managed to turn into a 6’1 Doctor with a penchant for cardigans and leather satchels and an IQ of 187, then I am absolutely not looking for him. I have case details.” 

He brushed past your comment, but he kept the slight stammer through the conversation, right until you signed off. 

“Until next time, sexy.”

“Um, yeah… thanks…beautiful?” he signed off, and you guffawed in laughter even as Penelope stared wide-eyed in your direction, not believing her ears. 

“Please forgive our little test tube genius. We forgot to add flirting skills to his childhood curriculum, and now, alas, the poor thing doesn't know a damn thing.” 

He'd called back a few hours later, and you'd purred more compliments down the line, but this time with the team surrounding him as they closed in on your unsub. 

“Hello, this is beautiful speaking. How may I help you?” You giggled down the line, picking up the call after only a single ring. 

“Y/N,” he breathed, catching his breath awkwardly as he struggled to remember why it was you were needed. 

“So… um, like… Hotch has a question about the files you sent earlier. He needs Penelope to… do something as well.” 

You could almost see the awkward nod through the phone. 

“Great. Pass me over to Hotch, then, hot stuff.” 

You heard the tell-tale sound of Derek Morgan’s cackle in the background, and you couldn't help but let another giggle slip out. You were a gonner, and, hopefully, so was he. 

The case wrapped quickly after that, spree killing being a quick game of cat and mouse out of necessity. You weren't happy with three bodies, but it sure as hell was preferable to more. 

You greeted the BAU team at the jet hanger as they returned, reclaiming your fraud files for paperwork and using that simple chore as a reason to get close to Spencer again. 

“Good work out there, Doctor Reid.” 

“What, he's not hot stuff anymore now he's in front of you?” Emily Prentiss laughed, throwing her go bag onto her shoulder and trailing behind where you'd started strolling alongside Spencer. 

“Oh, he's still hot stuff. He's just hot stuff with three PhDs that just stopped a spree killer,” you said, sighing dreamily. “How do you do it?” 

“We were all there too, you know,” the other woman chuckled as you made it inside the building and to the elevator. 

“Yeah, well,” you said, taking a second to reach out and straighten out Spencer's skewed tie, smoothing his jacket and generally just touching him in whatever way you could, respectfully. 

You didn't even bother to finish your sentence, just leaning closer to his ears and whispering directly into them. 

“You're very cute when you're flustered, Doctor Reid.” 

You stepped away for a second while the rest of his team teased him, stepping to the back of the elevator to ascend to your floor while the others departed on theirs. 

They filed out one by one and you sent them off with a smile and a wave, signing in defeat as you realized there was no longer a reason for you to interact with the good doctor ever again. 

If you weren't so stupidly aware of him, you'd almost have missed the fact that Spencer didn't leave the elevator when his teammates did. He instead turned to you and, with the brightest red you'd seen on his face to date, stammered out half a sentence. 

“I.. Y/N, I was just… curious, if you, by any chance…” 

Your eyes widened in joy as you anticipated his question, silently begging him just to spit it out. 

“I was wondering, i-if you had… a boyfriend?” By the end of his sentence, even he seemed unsure of whether that was a question he should really be asking. 

You'd been throwing heart eyes at him for says, and he was asking if you were in a committed relationship. 

“No,” you said slightly breathily, as if your body were trying to expel all the anticipation it had stupidly built up. “No, I don't have a boyfriend, Spencer.”

“Great okay,” he smiled, a boyish grin if you'd ever seen one, before backtracking quickly.

“Well not great for you, great for me. Not that you can't be happy alone, I don't know how you feel about…romantic entanglements and I-I-I’m not saying that your life isn't,” he searched for the words with his hands, as of he could grasp them as a life line while he was sinking fast. “-Great without a boyfriend or anything like that, I'm just - really - pleased that position is currently… vacant?” 

“Spencer?” You said, feeling like a cat who got the cream as a smile twitched at your lips, pulling the corners up as you listened to him ramble. 

“Yes?”

“Do you want to be my boyfriend  or are you asking for a friend?” 

You'd meant the words as a joke  but he stood contemplating for a second. You pushed a hand against your mouth to suppress the childish squeal from popping out. 

“It would be a bit presumptuous to shoot straight for boyfriend, right? How about date ....partner?” 

You couldn't stop yourself from closing in on him then, practically cornering him in the elevator as the floors passed you by.

“Presumptuous would be thinking I could have a boyfriend when I've been begging you to stick your tongue down my throat with my eyes for the last half hour. I thought they taught you body language at the BAU?” 

“They teach us how to catch criminals, not how to see when someone is giving us…fuck me eyes, Y/N.” The curse left you a little dizzy - this was it, this was what you'd been trying to do all week, to get under his skin and get him to let his guard down so you could capture him. 

“Doctor Reid, I'm a little scandalized! I didn't know you swore. What a dirty mouth you have.” You reached up with both hands, letting your thumb on his lips before pretending to wipe something away at the corner of his mouth. You were in the perfect position to notice his throat bob as he swallowed.

The elevator pinged at your floor, and you left him behind you with one last swipe of your fingers at his chin. You weren't expecting him to follow, but he did.

“Y/N…please, Y/N…. Can we just…?” You relished the awkwardness in his voice as he trailed you again, a satisfied smile settling onto your face. 

You just kept walking. Or you did until you felt a large hand wrap around your wrist and pull you sideways into the nearest storage cupboard. 

You gasped as he pinned you to the wall, close not, but his eyes still hesitant on what to do next. 

“Spen-” He cut you off with his lips on yours, silencing you before you could get the final word. His lips were clumsy at first, but you felt hot under his touch  arching yourself up into him. His tongue pushed into your mouth as he found his stride, your hands tangling in his hair as you held on for dear life.

This was it. This was what you'd been waiting for. 

Reluctantly, he pulled away, both of you gasping for breath to fill your suddenly empty lungs. 

“Was that….what… you wanted?” He panted, resting his head on yours. 

There were no words. It was what you wanted but now you wanted more, needed more. You settled for a quick nod as your tongue flamed, unable to say anything helpful. 

“Good. Great…” he removed his hands from you and scratched at the back of his neck, putting a more respectful distance between the two of you as he cleared his throat. 

“I'll just-” he pointed to the door and started making his way out. You sighed again, watching him walk away down the hall, his hair a mess, his tie askew, and a whole lot of your lipstick staining his lips. 

Surely, he'd notice by the time anyone else did. If not, you'd just effectively staked your claim on Doctor Spencer Reid, and you couldn't be happier about it.  

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[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Another On The Way

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Reader (y/n)

Warnings: none

Y/N's pov

"No, no, no.." I covered my mouth with my palm as the tears ran down my cheeks in disbelief. I wanted to scream when I saw two lines appearing on the pregnancy test I had just taken. I put all my hopes in the fact that the test would be negative, considering the fact that only 5 months ago I gave birth to our beautiful little girl Sofia.

"Amor, is it done?" Carlos asked knocking on the door. I didn't even try to pull myself together before I opened the door in front of which he was standing holding Sofia in his arms. I opened the door and stared at him with teary eyes sobbing.

"Mi amor que paso por que lloras?" He asked worriedly placing his free hand on my cheek wiping away the tears with his thumb.

"Carlos, it's positive. I'm pregnant again." I broke down crying out loud into his chest.

"Hey, hey..shh." He pulled me into a hug rubbing my back. "Baby, it's okay, it's gonna be okay." He tried to comfort me, but at that moment I was inconsolable.

"How could we be so careless? We just had a baby.."

"Amor but I thought we didn't want to stop at just one child. We talked about how we wanted more."

"I know and I do want more, but I just wasn't expecting this to happen so soon. I'm not ready yet, I'm so scared."

Sofia was born 3 weeks before her due date because towards the end of the pregnancy things started to get complicated. in the middle of the night I was woken up by severe pain and had to go to the hospital immediately. The birth was laborious, long, difficult and painful. If Carlos hadn't been next to me in those moments, I don't know how I would have endured it. Luckily, in the end, everything went well and Sofia was born healthy and beautiful. I was so exhausted from giving birth that I was coming for days, Carlos had to help me walk and even get out of bed because I couldn't do it myself. but today when I look at Sofia and her big brown eyes, the same as Carlos's, I know that it was all worth it for her.

"I understand that you are scared, but you know that we are in this together as in everything else. I promise to be here every step of the way again and I promise you that you have nothing to fear." He said placing a kiss on my forehead. I'm so lucky to have him by my side through anything in life. He is my rock and as long as we are together I know deep down that I don't have to worry about anything because he will always be there for me.

"I know, but I just wanted us to give all of our attention to Sofi. I don't want to be away from you anymore and I want Sofi to be with you as well, she is so small, she needs you as much as I do." I sob looking at Sofia in his arms who playing with her tiny hands.

Towards the end of the 6th month of pregnancy, I could no longer go to the races with Carlos. it just became too strenuous and risky to go, so the doctor advised me to stay home and rest. I was in our house in Madrid all the time and I missed him terribly and it was very difficult without him, and my hormones and mood swings were not helpful at all. Thank God he was at home that night when I went into labor.

"Mi corazon te lo prometo, I'll make sure to be with you every spare second when I'm not racing. She already feels how much we love her and she will never lack for anything. I need you to be okay, baby." I take Sofi from his hands in mine and kiss her on the head, rocking her as she started to frown a little.

"I love you so much Carlos. Thank you. I'm so lucky that you're mine." My tears finally dried and I took a deep breath, now much calmer and happier than a few minutes ago.

"Todo para mis niñas. Te amo tanto." He says pressing his lips against mine and wrapping his arms around both of us. He always made everything so easy and he always let me know that I was forever safe with him.

#carlos sainz #f1 #f1 fanfic #charles leclerc #f1 fic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #ferrari #lando norris #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz smut #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc imagine #f1 scenario #f1 fluff #f1 one shot #carlos sainz one shot #carlos sainz fluff

[kaixserzz]

eons adrift ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ wanderer x gn!reader

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🎐 ꒱ "i'll come and find you in every life celestia will give me." "that's not possible, you and i both know that." "watch me!"

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scaramouche took you for a naive fool, just as he was when oh so stupidly believed those words as kunikuzushi.

you are but a human. a mere breath of his everlasting eternity. a few hundreds of years and he would forget everything about you.

insignificant, you humans were.

frail.

vulnerable.

so so easy to break.

as he walked into the path of darkness; consuming him and turning him into someone he doesn't recognize in the mirror no longer—kabukimono, kunikuzushi, the love of your life, was long gone. memories like the leaves that turn yellow and crumble to ashes as winter approaches.

yet the winter will remain in his empty chest for as long as he walks teyvat. churning into a blizzard of ice cold pain, destroying everything around him as it grows. he continues to walk this wretched path he chose.

but then he met someone, rekindling the spark that was once there beneath his porcelain skin. trying to light up a burn out wick, to bring an end to his winter and bring forth the beautiful spring he was once.

scaramouche never thought he'd love again.

even after all through the pain he went from the doctor's experiments, after roaming the great expanse of the abyss, after becoming the balladeer, the 6th of the fatui harbingers, he still felt.

love.

happiness.

pain.

sorrow.

and regret.

he hates it, but he loves them, just as much as he loved you.

though he allowed someone new worm their way into his heart, he kept them in arm's reach. he cannot bear to be vulnerable to someone else. they were human, they were to die; he is a puppet, he is meant to live on forever.

but then he heard them say things only you would say. giving him lavender melons you bought off the market, accidentally calling him names only you would know.

he remember that promise you made him before you died.

"i'll come and find you in every life celestia will give me."

scaramouche did not understand what he felt when he realized that his new lover, was in fact, just a reincarnation of you. and just like that, your name burns back itself into his mind—a name he thought he had erased into obscurity, along with his past.

he was a fool, scaramouche thought. he laughed at himself, a laugh void of humor, nor joy.

it was your name, your first incarnation, just in a different language.

it appears that scaramouche didn't like this feeling. of bitter butterflies in his stomach, the familiarity when you try to get close to him, the same smile you had, the light full of love in your eyes—it was all too much for him.

so he left you in the snow of his ever growing blizzard. buried under the thick layers of freezing ice.

and again, to your next reincarnation. a fatui, a vendor, an adventurer, a knight, a scholar—male, female, neither, or all of them; tall, short, plump, slim, dark or light skinned,

he cannot bear to lose you just as he first did.

slipping by his fingers, to the one thing he is not affected by.

death.

he doesn't accept the fact that your love has led you back to him, again and again.

why do you even keep coming back? don't you know he's part of the fatui? don't you know what he has done? don't you know what he has become?

and yet you'd knock on his door, calling his name with your voice full of warmth, arms wide for him to take and allow himself to be called yours again—all he had to do was open the door.

he has kept a lock on it ever since he met you again.

worn down and rotten; chains all rusted, handle jammed and barely working. he approaches the door once again. this time, as wanderer. a better version of himself,

one that's finally willing to open the door to you.

but you weren't there anymore, waiting for him on the other side.

how could you? you were never there in the first place.

not with this version of himself.

not as the wanderer.

and maybe that was for the best. even though he cries himself to sleep at night for all the things he has done to you. weeping, as he curls onto the sheets, praying to the stars above in hopes you'd hear his heartbroken apologies, yearning for your love, your touch, your smiles—

this was his punishment for hurting you, for being a fool. he was underserving of your love, after all.

"hey, wanderer, was it?"

a new voice, someone unfamiliar. he refrained from sighing, for buer's sake, and instead took a deep, refreshing breath. he turns, and the stranger smiles brightly at him.

immediately, as if the winds of spring has hit him all so suddenly in the face. the fragrance of blooming flowers that was once buried under the snow, the sun shining brightly in the skies, and birds chirping symphonies.

like the mornings brimming with new found hope, the smell of dew sticking onto his clothes as he trace his fingers all over the a tree's trunk. like the the juices of a fruit he sank his teeth into, dribbling down the corners of his lips and down his arms.

warmth tingled on his skin, and his heart leaps.

"nice to meet you!" you say your name, a name he has heard hundreds of versions before, all so different and yet they all felt and tasted like honey dripping down his tongue. "i hope we get along."

"yeah," he says, almost breathless, as the tears begins to well in his eyes. his fingers tremble, and his smile grew wobbly. tipping his hat down to avoid your gaze, his voice cracks. "i hope so too."

his door was wide open, waiting for you come in.

you grin, and take a step inside.

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author's note: "i thought this was a dottore only blog? SHUT UP!!!!! SHUT UP!!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹 IM MAD AT MYSELF TOO BUT THIS IS FOR @fatuismooches also new format because im too lazy to open my files :/ not back yet, i just wanna write this for the pookie 💗💗 ty for listening to me ramble like a madman ur single handedly gettin me thru it ong LMAOOO /lh

#favoniuslibrary #˚₊໒🔪꒱kai writes₊˚ #╰┈➤ wanderer #wanderer x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genhin impact #scaramouche x reader #listening to mitski's new album to this #this is like #so so bad but bear with me #i dont feel well ok 😭😭 #idea came to me while im in the shower

[jinxhallows]

KINKTOBER 2023 || jinxhallows

starting team: Christopher Bang, Minho Lee, Jisung Han, Hyunjin Hwang & Changbin Seo

question - why are you only writing about five members?

I’m really excited to bring this project to you guys, as I’ve been so deeply supported by members of this community and truly, you guys deserve for all of your wildest dreams to come true. I look forward to spending the month of October with you.✨ non-image banners by @cafekitsune

the fine print: entries are not daily. not all entries have plot. entries will be posted at midnight in eastern standard time the day they are scheduled to drop. entries vary in length. please read warnings. please google what you do not know. order subject to change but likely will not. i don't require a taglist, but if you enjoy it and want to be alerted to any future postings, please leave a comment, even if its member specific.

October 1st entry #oo1 | costume party (knife play) | lino October 3rd entry #oo2 | accident (watersports) | birthday boy chan October 4th entry #oo3 | my turn (role reversal) | jisung October 6th entry #oo4 | busted (mutual masturbation/voyeurism) | changbin October 8th entry #oo5 | soles (feet kink) | hyunjin October 9th entry #oo6 | vile (humiliation/degradation) | lino October 11th entry #oo7 | interview (distraction) | jisung October 13th entry #oo8 | the doctor is in (medical play) | chan October 14th entry #oo9 | cat got your tongue? (asphyxia) | lino October 16th

entry #o10 | leave it off (hair pulling) | changbin October 17th entry #o11 | midnight (somnophilia) | jisung October 19th entry #o12 | collared (pet play) | chan

October 20th entry #o13 | mine (spitting) | changbin

October 21st entry #o14 | sauna (sweat kink) | hyunjin October 22nd entry #o15 | hello from the other side (phone sex) | jisung

October 23rd entry #o16 | ne sonim (uniform kink) | lino

October 26th entry #o19 | glory (praise kink) | chan

October 27th entry #o20 | landscapes (sex tape/camera) | hyunjin

October 29th entry #o22 | baecation (bed sharing) | chan x reader x lino x reader's bestfriend

October 31st entry #o23 |

#stray kids #skz #kinktober #stray kids kinktober #bangchan #bang chan imagines #bangchan smut #hyunjin smut #hyunjin imagines #jisung smut #Han imagines #jisung imagines #leeknow smut #leeknow imagines #changbin smut #Changbin imagines #bang chan x reader #hyunjin fic #leeknow x you #jisung x you #stray kids imagines #stray kids x you #black y/n #bangchan fic #leeknow fic #skz fanfic #skz x reader #jinxhallows #bangchan imagines #bangchan skz

[sereneres]

sick. (sort of) ⁰

k. chaewon & m. sakura x 6th member!reader / 0.7k

summary. — in which you’re sick enough to have one (1) bead of sweat roll down the side of your face.

warnings. — eunchae pops in and then disappears / i wrote a majority of this at midnight lol, i am not sick.

you’re sick.

so sick that you felt like you were going to die in the next few seconds if a doctor didn’t come and–

“you don’t feel warm.” chaewon murmured, her hand placed on your forehead. “you’re also not red, nor are you sweating.” she then moved her hand to the side of your neck, her brows furrowed as she stared at you. “are you sure you’re sick?”

okay, well, maybe you weren’t that sick—at least, you weren’t so sick that you needed a doctor to come and fix you—but it wasn’t like you weren’t not sick either.

“i don’feel okay.” you slur, wincing when you feel your head pound. “everythin’ hurts.”

chaewon, frowning, sighs and moves to remove her hand from your throat, only for you to take it and press your cheek against her palm.

“‘nnie, you’re s’warm…” you mutter, eyes drifting shut oh so slowly. “‘rey’sureyou’n’sick?”

the older girl purses her lips, her frown deepening as she gently shook you awake, causing you to whine. “yn, please try and stay awake. you can’t take medicine if you aren’t.”

“medicine?” just hearing the word is enough to make you snap awake. “wh’ch medicine? ‘s it the one tha’ tastes goo’ or the one that tastes supa’ bitta’?”

“neither of them taste good or bitter, yn.” she says, sighing. “both of them are supposed to be sweet just so that kids can eat it without whining, but–”

“what’s going on here?”

the two of you turned your heads to the door—well, more like chaewon did. you had just slowly spun in your chair until you were somewhat facing the door—where the oldest of the six of you stood.

“hi ‘nnie!” you greeted, slugishly waving your hand at the older girl. “wh’nd yu’ge’here?”

she blinks, making you blink back at her, if not a little bit slowly. “what?”

“she’s asking, ‘when did you get here?’” chaewon translated, giving you a weirded-out look when you let out a not-so-quiet giggle at the thought of needing a translator to translate your perfectly understandable—and definitely not slurred—words. “and to answer your question, ynnie is sick. sort of.”

“sort of?” eunchae—where the hell did she come from?—asked, popping out from behind sakura—oh.—with an unimpressed look on her face. “how is someone ‘sort of sick’?”

“have you taken her temperature yet?” sakura asked, her lips pursed.

chaewon shook her head, her brows furrowed. “i haven’t, but she doesn’t feel all that warm, she isn’t red, and she isn’t sweating.”

“but ‘m sweating.” you pouted, pointing at what you’re pretty sure is a bead of sweat on the side of your face. “see?”

“yn isn’t warm, she isn’t red, but she is sweating.” chaewon amended. satisfied by the correction, you give your leader a gummy smile and, to your delight, she returns it with a small smile of her own.

“…let’s just bring her to the kitchen.” sakura decided with a sigh. “the thermometer should be in a drawer somewhere in there and if she is actually sick, she’ll take some medicine and go straight back to bed.”

“and if she isn’t?”

“y’h!” you slur, opening your eyes as wide as you could. “wh’if ‘m n’sick?”

“then we’ll make her breakfast and hope that her ‘sort of’ sickness doesn’t make her throw up.” sakura said, her lips pressed into a thin line. “and in the event that she does throw up, we’ll hope that she throws up on anywhere—the toilet would be more preferable but we both know she’s not going to make it there—but herself.”

“th’s hr’sh.” you mutter sulkily. “‘can to’ally m’ke ‘t t’th’toil’t.”

chaewon sighs in exasperation, though the amused smile on her lips gives her away. “yn, we have no idea what you’re saying.”

“hmph!”

(spoiler: you ended up kneeling in front of the toilet an hour or so later with kazuha holding your hair up and yunjin cooing in your ear. sakura and chaewon were busy cleaning up your throw up on the floor—thankfully tiled—while eunchae was in her room, having been sent away after nearly throwing up herself after seeing you throw up.)

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#sereneres #seren.writes #kpop x reader #le sserafim x reader #lesserafim x reader #le sserafim imagines #lesserafim imagines #sakura x reader #chaewon x reader #lsfm.yn

[miley1442111]

injury-b.floyd

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a/n: intended for fem reader, but as always imagine what you like:)))))))))

summary: how you and your husband continue after you get into an accident.

pairing: bob floyd x reader

warnings: angst, insecurity around scars/injuries, reader gets injured, frustration with injury, +

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Bob and you had been inseparable since you were kids, going up in Montana together, then going into the navy together. He’d just become your husband. You two had been together since probably 6th grade and now you two were married. You were a pilot and Bob was your back-seater, always. That was until your accident. You’d gotten hurt in a flight, just some dogfighting, it should’ve been fine, but your plane malfunctioned and you went down. You went down and sustained massive injuries. 

Bob could remember getting the call like it was yesterday. 

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“Hello, is this Lieutenant Robert Floyd?” The voice on the other side of his phone asked. 

“Yes, this is him,” He answered, sniffling. It wasn’t everyday that you had to fly alone and it wasn’t everyday that Bob got sick. But when Bob did get sick, he was so ill he could barely get out of bed. 

“Your wife, Lieutenant Y/n Floyd was in an accident today. She’s alive, but she’s in St. George’s Hospital, we suggest you go to her.”

Bob’s world stopped. You were hurt. You had flown on your own and you were hurt. He could’ve been there. He could’ve saved you, he should've saved you. That’s his role as your husband, to love and protect you. He promised you 4 months ago that he would. 

“Lieutenant?” The voice spoke again. 

“I-I’m on my way.” 

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 When he arrived at the hospital he was told that you were in surgery to stop the bleeding in your lungs and to try and repair some damage. Apparently your plane had been improperly checked and the emergency evac pulleys weren’t working, so you had to go down. 

Bob felt sick to his stomach. 

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After hours of surgery and days of waiting for you to wake up, you finally did.

"Hey baby," he smiled, tears in his eyes as yours opened.

"Bob?" You questioned, eyes hazy from days of sleep.

"Yeah, that's right darling," a tear fell, then another. He took your hand in his and pressed a kiss against it.

"W-what happened?" You asked, afraid of the answer.

Bob recounted as best he could, leaving out all the horrible bits that he'd rather you forget.

A nurse and doctor joined you two next, explaining your injuries and treatment plan. You sat there, listen in utter horror, terrified that you'd been hurt this badly.

You'd never fly again.

After a few months in the hospital and hours and hours of physical therapy, you were discharged and sent home with Bob. The first night was quiet, too quiet for the both of you after becoming used to the sound of the hospital. You lay down in bed together and he held you tighter than he ever had.

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At home, you were constantly trying to do things you couldn’t do anymore. One of your legs had been shattered in the incident and you were on crutches or a cane most days, meaning easy things like making dinner or something as simple as making a cup of tea became difficult. Bob tried to help you as much as he could but he could feel your frustration growing every day. You barely ate, barely got up, barely talked anymore. 

“Baby,” he ran a soothing hand against your back, feeling the healed scars and the way you tensed under his touch. “Please talk to me,” he begged.

“About what?” You whispered into the dark expanse of the room, your back to him. 

“Just talk to me,” he asked, tears rolling down his cheeks silently.

There was a long pause, then you spoke. “Do you still love me? Even though I’m… like this”

Bob was stunned. He loved you more than anything in the world, you were the most beautiful thing in his world, and you were simply an incredible person. He sat up and wiped his cheeks, you following suit to look at him. 

“I love you more than anything in the world,” He promised, taking your hand. Finally, the flood gates opened and you sobbed into his chest.

“I’m so sorry,” you swore, burying your head into his chest as he held you tight. “I was so worried you wouldn’t want me anymore, t-that you’d l-leave me because, because I’m not what you m-married. Because I’m not pretty anymore.”

Bob’s heart broke. He thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world, he didn’t care that you had scars, let alone scars from something you couldn’t control. “Baby, you are the most beautiful, sexy, pretty, and gorgeous woman on the planet. I love you for reasons other than that as well, yes, but, it sure is a nice bonus to have a hot fucking wife,” he smiled at you and you laughed for the first time in months. 

“You promise?” You sniffled.

“I promise,” he smiled. “And I plan on showing you just how beautiful I think you are when you’re cleared by the doctor,” he smirked and you rolled your eyes. 

Your regular banter was back. While you still got frustrated with your injuries, and felt a little lonely when Bob had to go on deployments. You began to heal and live with your injuries, especially with Bob’s help.

Oh, and he stayed true to his plan. 

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#robert bob floyd x reader #bob floyd #bob floyd imagine #bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd #robert floyd #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick

[tranquil-ivy]

𝔹𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕒 𝔾𝕠𝕠𝕕 ℝ𝕦𝕟 [ℙ𝕋𝟚.]

DI!Leon Kennedy x (Fem)Reader

Summary: You sit in the hospital and contemplate the aftermath of yours and Leons near death experience. All while waiting on him...

Words: 3.2k

Content Warning: Talks of injury, Leons in a coma, crying, this part actually made me sad..., cliffhanger (: (yes I'll make more if this does well!)

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It's been hours.

Hours since you were put in this hospital room in Miami.

Hours since, you were carried off screaming and flailing by a fellow agent.

Hours since you last saw him "alive".

You've asked different hospital staff at least 20 times for updates. Hearing the same things over and over again.

'He's in critical condition.'

'He suffered severe blood loss and a possible brain injury so comas are fairly common.'

'He'll need surgery once he's able to undergo anesthetic.'

Aside from whatever Rebecca came to share, you were completely in the dark...

And all you can do is lie in your hospital bed and wait.

The only company you have is your thoughts and the woman in the room that you've refused to speak to since she came in a few hours after they allowed you visitors.

"You can't stay mad at me forever."

That's the 6th time Jill's said that... But you're still going to talk. At least not to her.

She sighs heavily at your continued refusal to talk.

"So do your eyes not work either or are you just so pissed you don't want to even look at me?" Deeply inhaling through your nose, you look at her, crossing your arms.

"Oh wow, your ears work too? So full of surprises."

"Fuck. Off." You grumble, voice cracking from lack of use and your deteriorating emotional state.

There's a knock at the door, gaining both your attention. Jill stands up, walks over and opens it, Rebecca stepping into the room, glancing around quickly before her eyes land on you. She looks almost happy to be there, even during this mess of a situation.

"Hey, I just came to check in and share some news." Rebecca sounded chipper. Jill shuts the door, walking back over and pulling a seat up for her, a fold-up chair next to your bedside.

You sit up, excited and about to start asking millions of questions.

"Is it-" Rebecca puts her hand up, stopping you from talking. You sit back in bed, trying not to jump down her throat about anything.

"Yes." Rebecca starts as she sits down. "He's stable enough for surgery. The doctor told Chris that it looked like part of his large intestines was clipped. He'll need a hell of a lot of stitches but he'll be okay. And he's incredibly lucky it wasn't anything vital." You sigh, feeling your body relax finally after hours of being tense.

"Thank God..." Jill rubs her forehead as she starts pacing the room, finally feeling some sliver of relief.

"But..." Rebecca starts again, looking between Jill and you. "He didn't wake up before surgery... It's up to him now."

What if he doesn't wake up for a while?

What if he's stuck in the hospital for months?

What if he never wakes up?

"Hey, hey, he's gonna be okay." Jill walks over noticing your lack of response. You sniff, starting to feel the tears fighting their way out. The past few hours are the most stressful ones of your life.

Sure you've dealt with loss before. Even the loss of a coworker, but not Leon...

Leon is different. He means too much to you.

Jill pulls you into a hug as Rebecca stands to rub softly up and down your back.

"You know he's gonna pull through. He's Leon." You laugh softly into Jill's shoulder as she makes her statement, she's not wrong though.

"It would take an atomic bomb to stop that man." Rebecca adds, leaning into your other side.

"It's just... It's different this time." Jill pulls away listening to you, wiping a few of your tears away with her thumb.

"What?" She looks at Rebecca who just shrugs in response, unsure of what exactly you meant.

"Is Chris okay?" You look up at Rebecca, changing the subject because you're not quite ready to discuss what happened yet.

"He's not still woozy from the emergency transfusion is he?" You ask, looking at Rebecca. She nods.

"He's still recovering a bit. But Claire is with him in the waiting room, shoving whatever vending machine food she can find into his mouth. Like some kind of... weird... mother bird or something."

"Of course she is." Jill, chuckled, looking back at Rebecca, smiling and happy to hear some good news.

"So, what's going on with you?" Jill turns back in your direction as Rebecca asks, gesturing towards your cast.

"Leg fracture, ankle fracture and spinal fracture... I'm gonna need some physical therapy in a few weeks but I should be perfectly fine. Other than a bit of nerve damage that still needs to be accessed fully after the spinal fracture heals..." Rebecca's brows drop, frowning.

"Permanent?" Nodding slowly, you saw her face change, she looked so disappointed and guilty. "You can't go back to the D.S.O. can you? No field work at least."

"Most likely no... Where the damage is... It's gonna make my legs numb randomly. And we all know once we get a permanent injury... we're done."

"Oh God." She took your hand in hers, clutching it tight. "I'm gonna miss the hell out of working together when we did."

"It's not like she's going away forever, Rebecca. You'll still be doing desk work, right?" Jill looks optimistic for once, you stay quiet for the time being.

This could be your chance to finally get out of that cesspool of a career. Something you've thought about for years now.

"I think... I should retire." They both stare at you, mouth a gap. Out of all of you in the group, they never expected you to retire first. Especially with how much of a workaholic you were.

"That's... probably for the best." Rebecca squeezes your hand, trying to be supportive, but you can tell this choice is killing her.

"This won't hurt our friendships, right?" You look at Jill, she honestly just looks annoyed yet sad at the same time.

"Of course not."

You all know you will, in some way, hardly get to see each other, as is from everyone's busy schedule. But now you can make time for each other at least.

Hopefully.

"I think I should be getting back to Tweedledee and Tweedledum." Rebecca gives you a tight squeeze of the side looking over at Jill. "I'll be in the waiting room. If I find out anything I'll comeback."

She gives you one last rub of the back, leaving the hospital room with a quick goodbye. Once the door closes, Jill pulls the chair up next to your bed, closer, having a seat.

"Are we on speaking terms now? Or was it a truce for Rebecca's sake?"

"I'll talk." You sigh, earning a smug look from Jill.

"How is this time different?"

Of course, she asks that first. Jill's never one to beat around the bush.

What's the big deal? Just say it, she's gonna know eventually...

"I told him I love him." You say it, looking into her eyes as they blow wide.

Her jaw drops. A broken string of words came out. Unable to make a complete sentence, she shuts her mouth. Looking so lost and worried. She blinks, slumping back against the chair.

"No wonder you fought me so hard..."

Thinking back to her unlatching you from the doorway, the stairwell railing and even trying to grab a standing desk at one point. She got so annoyed with your actions when she was just trying to help.

Screaming, beating on her back weakly as she carried you all the way back to the radio room they set up where you eventually passed out due to exhaustion and woke up as the evac helicopter was landing at the hospital.

Looking back now, you feel like a child throwing a tantrum, but could you really blame yourself?

But it all made sense to her now as the guilt seeped in.

"God, if I had known-"

"Don't." She looks up at you, your eyes starting to fill with tears as you let out a broken whine, sniffling against your hospital gown collar as you wipe your eyes.

"But, I could have-"

"You did the right thing," You assert, cutting her off again. Her eyes still looking at the floor with guilt. "If he would have died on that table we both know I wouldn't have been leaving."

Jill just glances up at you, nodding and rubbing her temples.

"He said it back too."

"Oh- Oh my God." She smiles, looking almost relieved and excited. "He did? Leon Kennedy? The man known for being emotionally constipated?"

You laugh, continuing to wipe your eyes and nod with a shaky breath.

"And uhh..." You breathe out, taking a moment to gather your words. Jill leans forward, putting a hand on yours.

"Take your time."

"Thank you." You sniff again, looking back at her, the heat in your body rising as you remember the conversation again.

"He asked me if we could have had a family together. So I told him if he held on I'd give one to him. And he wanted that... With me. Me, Jill!" You smile. The tears starting to overflow again. "He wants me... I never thought he actually would."

"I know. Everyone thought one of you would die before saying something to each other." She jokes, getting you to chuckle somewhat.

"But I guess we were wrong. It was a near death."

"I don't want to lose him... I wanna give him what he wants, what we both want." Starting to cry harder, Jill gets out of the chair.

"He's gonna pull through. He has to. I'll kick his ass if he doesn't."

"What're you gonna beat up a man in a coma?" Your body jiggles as you laugh, smiling finally after what feels like an eternity.

"Maybe, maybe not."

Laying back against your pillows, you stare at the ceiling and wonder, what's going to happen in the next few days?

"I know I'm probably gonna be here for a little while," you started, lifting your head from the uncomfortable hospital pillow, "but do you think they'll let me see him?"

"Why wouldn't they?" She looks almost confused? What could stop you from seeing him?

"He's in a private room. Which means only people on his contact list can visit... His only person is our boss."

"Hun, don't worry, I'll fix it. Okay?" Your brows wrinkle looking at her.

How the hell are you gonna fix this?

"Okay..." You can't help but feel lost but you take Jill for her word when a knock comes at the door.

"Sorry to interrupt." A nurse steps in through the door. "But it's 7:45... Visiting hours are over in 15 minutes."

Jill nods to the nurse as she walks back out, closing the door.

"Listen." Jill speaks before you can say anything at all. "I'll fix it. So don't worry your pretty little head about anything, okay?"

You take a shaky breath, nodding as she leans in hugging you tightly.

"I'll try to come see you once you're back in DC. I can't promise anything but I can try." You nod again, just not feeling the need to say anything.

"I love you, remember that."

"Love you too." You wave as Jill exits the room, leaving you alone again.

Alone...

You'll be here alone. He'll be in his room alone.

Everyone's gonna go back to work tomorrow like normal, act like nothing happened whatsoever, and I'm stuck here... He's stuck here without anyone else.

He has no blood family.

We're his family...

The D.S.O. is his "family", if he can even bother to call them that...

You lay in your bed staring at the ceiling, closing your eyes, trying to let sleep consume you and your exhausted body.

....

"Miss?" Your eyes shoot open, gasping, you jump, looking around the dimly lit hospital room. The nurse from before next to your bedside jumps as you startled her as well.

I'm so out of it, I didn't even hear her come in...

"Yes?" Your voice sounds oddly normal again, minus the grogginess.

"Mr. Kennedy is out of surgery and recovering. He should be in his room again in about 10 minutes." You claw at the rail of your bed, eyes widen in surprise.

Already!?

"Is he okay?" The nurse nodded with a kind smile.

"The surgery went well. He's gonna recover just fine." The pure bliss that fills you is nothing compared to almost anything you've felt before.

"Is he awake?" The nurse's face falls with a shake of her head.

"I'm sorry, no..."

Of course not...

"Would you like me to get you a wheelchair to go see him once he's back in his room?"

They're offering...?

"Yes, yes, I would love that. Thank you."

The nurse nods, leaving your room. You look at the ceiling, smiling and feel a little bit better than you did before. Turning your head, you look at your bedside table, seeing your phone, the familiar green light of a message blinking from the black screen.

Picking it up, you turn the screen on by swiping your code through and look at the time.

12:35am. You fell asleep.

Swiping down, you see a series of texts from Jill.

'I swear this hospital is run by jackasses.' 7:57pm

'I'm talking to someone finally.' 8:13pm

'You know I hate doing it but I'm about to wave my badge around for you.' 8:42pm

'It's fixed. You're welcome <3' 9:07pm

"Jill Valentine, you're a God damn miracle worker." You squeeze your phone in excitement as you start replying.

'I owe you my life, call me later <3' 12:37am

You sit back in bed shutting your phone off and setting it back down on the table. You feel so nervous.

The 10 minutes drag by right as a nurse comes in with a wheelchair for you. Putting the railing down, she helps you out of bed and into the chair, putting your cast-covered leg up on the footrest.

Moving backwards out of the room, the bright florescent lights of the hallway blind you, a pained hiss slipping from your lips. The nurse pushing you chuckles as she wheels you to the elevator.

"Oh, I should inform you." You look up at her as she pushes the call button with a smile.

"We're gonna be moving you upstairs next to your fiance in the morning. Just thought you should know."

Fiance... Don't question Jill's methods.

Knowing what Jill did now, you just nod going along with it.

"Thank you, that is very helpful. I don't want to leave his side as much as possible..."

"Oh, understandable. You must be going through so much with him right now. I can only imagine."

You don't know half of it.

The elevator opens, you're pushed inside and the nurse pushes the floor button.

"So, how did you two meet?" The nurse asks. You look over your shoulder at her.

"Work. I was placed with him because I was experienced in our line of work. Apparently, every other person he was paired with couldn't handle him."

"And I'm guessing you could?" She chuckles, making you smile.

"Well, we've been together since November of 2013, so I'd assume yes." She laughs again.

"Who asked who out?" You froze, thinking of something quickly.

"Well, we kind of just told each other how we felt and it just happened." She nods slowly, the elevator dinging.

You're pulled back out of the elevator and start down a dim hallway. This floor looks a lot quieter and well kept.

The nurse pushes you past rooms, stopping in front of a corner room with the number 10 on it. Opening the door, she pushes you inside, seeing the curtain drawn around the bed in the room.

The nurse stops you at the bedside looking at you again.

"I'm just going to warn you. He looks like he's asleep, it's gonna be odd with everything he's hooked up to right now, but if he stays stable for a day most of it will come off."

You nod as she pulls the curtain back, revealing Leon.

Tubes... And wires. So many tubes and wires.

Your jaw drops and brows knit. His hands lay at his side and he looked like he was asleep.

You've seen what he looks like, knocked out, asleep, passed out. But this time it doesn't feel right...

Looking over him you see the bags under his eyes look lighter at least.

Feeding tube through the nose, heart monitor, IV, a ventilator and a stomach compression band across his abdomen.

He looks so vulnerable... Not at all like Leon, you know.

Taking his hand in yours, you just stare at him, letting the sight of him sink in.

At least he's alive.

"So, the ventilator should come off once the anesthetic is out of his system. It's just a precaution." The nurse comments, walking over to his bedside table, picking up a small stack of pamphlets and handing them to you.

"Thank you..." You look at them reading the titles quickly.

How to help wake up a coma patient.

My partner is in a coma.

Coma Recovery and what to expect.

"I know it's a lot right now." The nurse started, putting a hand on your shoulder. "But with his health and how well it was before hand, I'm sure he'll be up and be a pain in no time."

You smile at her, feeling thankful for such a wonderful angel of a woman at nearly 2am.

"Thank you. I appreciate it."

"Of course, I'll leave you to it. Feel free to talk to him, every little bit helps. And when you're ready to rock and roll out of here, just hit the call button and I'll come get you."

The nurse leaves with her final words, shutting the door as you turn looking at Leon.

Leaning towards him, you take a deep breath in.

"Hey Dumbass..." You stare at him, interlocking your fingers with his limp ones.

"This is the part where you're supposed to say 'Hey Shithead' back to me... Like normal, y'know?" Patting the back of his hand, you nod.

"Yeah I know, this hospital room..." You look around whistling softly as you look back at his face. "You'd be bitching about how over the top it is for a hospital room... I just know you would."

Sitting back in the wheelchair, you hold his hand tighter, leaning into it.

"You... I hope you can hear me. Cause I just..."

You look up at his face, feeling too uncomfortable. It's hard to almost look at him.

So many tubes and wires! What would he do to break the tension right now?

"Wanna hear a joke about paper?"

He doesn't respond.

"Never mind. It's tearable..."

Fighting the urge to look away, you lean closer again. Just needing to get what you need to say out.

"Look, I know I'm not mushy or soft usually but..."

You swallow your fears by gripping his hand for dear life.

"I need you."

He doesn't respond.

This starts to feel hopeless, but you remember.

At least he's still alive...

#leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x fem reader #resident evil x reader

[brave-and-gentle]

Girl dad!Jean Kirstein - Happy Birthday Edition

In celebration of our man's birthday!

Pairings: Jean x afab! reader

Summary: Modern AU - You find out that you and Jean are unexpectedly going to be parents, and the baby is due on Jean's birthday.

Warnings: None, this is a continuation of super wholesome girl dad Jean

EB's Notes: I wish I could've fully fleshed this out, but alas, I'm working on two fics so a bulleted list is the best I can give rn <3 also I don't know what it's like to be pregnant or give birth so?? I did my best?? Plz enjoy and celebrate our Jean boy!

It's September when you find out that you're pregnant. One missed period isn't a big deal, but two? That plus how your stomach swirls every morning. You can't keep anything down until mid-afternoon. You silently blame the Fourth of July rager Eren threw every year. You and Jean had never been the patriotic type, but you two enjoyed the party (maybe a little too much thanks to Connie handing you drinks all night) and got a little careless after the night's festivities.

One night when Jean comes home from work, you decide to tell him. “Um, Jean?” Lacking words, you hold out the pregnancy test. Your hands shake. You had talked about having kids together, but it was always some distant future, certainly not now. He takes the stick and stares at it for what seems like forever. You wonder if you have to explain to him that it's a pregnancy test – is he really that dense? But then he looks up, hazel eyes glowing in the sunset streaking through the windows, and wraps you in his arms. “It's going to be okay, no matter what we do,” he whispers and kisses the top of your head. “I know it's not great timing and I'm not sure I'll ever really feel ready,” you begin, voice trembling, “but I think I want this. A baby. With you.” Jean leans down to press his forehead to yours. “Then I think we're going to have an adventure,” he grins.

Jean is overjoyed when you two find out that the baby is due in early April. “Do you think they'll be born on my birthday?” He asks, excitement rippling through his six-foot-two frame as he stares at the sonogram. You roll your eyes. “I didn't realize you could tolerate sharing a birthday with anyone.” Jean made a big deal about his birthday every year – mostly because he wanted to see what you would come up with for him. “Anything for our little one,” he affirms and caresses your slight bump.

Jean is the perfect partner to have a baby with – almost too perfect. It's almost irritating how much he dotes on you, but you remind yourself that he's doting on the baby too - “Baby K” or “little one,” he calls them interchangeably. He supplies you with all kinds of ginger snacks for morning sickness, researches all the baby stuff you'll need, asks a million questions at every appointment, gives you a massage every night, and takes over the majority of the household chores. Connie and Sasha tease that they never see him anymore because he's “whipped for two.”

You start to feel contractions on the evening of April 6th. Frantic, Jean calls the doctor, who says to wait until they're closer together. Neither of you fall asleep that night – you simply lie in bed, counting the minutes between contractions together. In the wee hours of April 7th, you decide it's time. Jean carries you to the car, packs the hospital bag, and hyperventilates all the way there. “For god's sake Jean, we're not even there yet!”

For all his hyperventilating in the car, Jean manages to calm down once your contractions and labor pains ramp up. It's pain unlike anything you've ever experienced – like someone is twisting all your organs together and rearranging them. All modesty is out the window. With so much sweat sliding down your body, you throw off the hospital gown and are stark naked in front of Jean and the nurses. Jean holds you hand the entire time and rubs your sweat-slicked back as you contort yourself into any position that will get the baby out as fast as possible. “C'mon baby, you're doing great! Almost there, almost there!” He encourages with confidence, but his face is as pale as the hospital bed sheets. You know Jean well enough to know that on the inside, he's border line having a panic attack.

You let out one final scream, one final push, and ear-piercing cries fill the room. “You have a baby girl!” The nurse announces and places your daughter on your chest. She's covered in all kinds of fluid and is screaming so loud your ears ache, but you don't care. You cradle her in awe that she's this little combination of you and Jean that will someday grow into her own. Jean pulls closer and wraps his arm around you and places his hand on your daughter's back. His entire hand is almost bigger than her. “She's so small,” he whispers. His earthy hazel eyes begin misting.

When Jean holds his daughter for the first time, his misty eyes give way to a rainstorm. “I can't believe we have a daughter – we made an entire human,” he blubbers and snuggles her close. “Don't forget who did most of the work,” you groan and roll over on your side to watch the two loves of your life. Jean lowers your daughter from his chest to gaze down at her. His eyes light up. “Hey babe, look, I think she's got my face!” You laugh because sure enough, she does have a longer face than most babies you've seen.

When the nurse takes your daughter to get cleaned up, Jean nibbles your ear. Heat flushes your face. “So when do you think we can -” You bat him away. “Don't even think about, Kirstein.” “C'mon babe, I'm starved!” He pleads. “NO. You don't even want to see my pussy right now, it's wrecked.” Jean crosses his arms. “I'll have you know that I saw everything, probably more than you did, and I still want your pussy. But alright alright, maybe in a month or so. Maybe we could make another one. . .” He trails off and grins. You widen your eyes. “If she's got your attitude? We stop with her,” you counter. “But,” Jean says, “if she's like you? We should have three more.” You groan and throw a pillow at him.

A few hours later, Connie, Sasha, and Marco come parading in with chocolate cupcakes. “When I asked Nicolo to make cupcakes for your birthday, I didn't realize there would be two birthdays,” Sasha laughs and hands a cupcake to Jean, who wolfs it down in one hand while cradling your daughter in the other. “More importantly,” Marco says and hands you a cupcake, “congratulations. I'm glad everything went well.” You grin and take the cupcake. “Thanks Marco.” Jean grabs another cupcake and holds it in the air. “To you,” he says your name, “for giving me the best birthday present I could've ever asked for.” Tears shimmer in his eyes again. Your heart blossoms at the sight of your best friends all here for you. “Who knew Jean boy was such a cry baby,” Connie mutters and munches on his cupcake. “Ouch!” He cries as Sasha hits him on the head. “Happy birthday Jean,” you laugh and roll your eyes because you know for the rest of your life, he's going to be insufferable about how great it is to share a birthday with his daughter. “You're never getting one like this again.”

#girl dad!Jean Kirstein #whipped for two #in celebration of the birthday boy #he will be so annoying about your daughter's birthday #massive parties every year #jean kirstein #attack on titan #aot #snk #shingeki no kyojin #jean x reader #reader x jean #jean x you #fic #sasha braus #connie springer #marco bodt #found family #head canon #modern au

[inmyminditsreal]

Solving crimes and crushes

Fem!reader x spencer reid

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: You're filling in for an agent at the BAU, but are surprised to find you like one of the team members a little too much.

It was early morning when you got a call from your old friend Aaron. You hadn't spoken to him in a while, so you almost instantly pick up.

"Hey Aaron is everything alright? you don't normally call out of nowhere.” you say, a little more excited than you should've. 

"Yeah Y/n everything is fine except one of our teammates got injured in the field and is currently in the Hospital. I was wondering if you could fill in for her? That is, if you’re not too busy.” He says in a timid voice. 

“I would love to fill in, how is your teammate? Is she alright?” you respond. 

“She’s in stable condition as of now. Her name is Agent Jareau. You were also wondering if you could come in today. You already knew where the office is.” he replies. 

“Of course, I'm on my way.”you say before hanging up and almost running to grab your keys. 

In the car you're starting to get nervous. Are they gonna like you? Well, they don’t even know you, and you're filling in for their hurt friend. You wouldn't exactly be chipper to meet you if you were them. 

Arriving at the office, you're met with an elevator with a lot of floors.

“Shit”, you mumble under your breath. You pull out my phone and send a quick text to Aaron saying,

“Which floor is it again? So confused.”

he responds saying, “6th.”

You press the button and hope that you make a good impression. 

You walk in and meet a very nice woman with colorful clothes you learn whose name is Penelope Garcia. She walks you to Aarons office but she calls him Hotch. You guess now you would have to as well.

“Y/n!” Aaron said brightly “It's great to see you, I see you’ve already met Penelope” he added gesturing to Penelope who was peeking through the doorway.

“It's great to see you too Hotch, thank you for this opportunity!” you say with as much pep as you can muster.

 “Let me call a briefing,” he said with a stern tone. 

“Sure, just let me put my things away.” you say having no idea where to put them. 

“I'll show you where you can” Penelope squeaks from the doorway.

“That would be great thanks!” 

After putting my things down and chatting with Penelope, she leads me to the briefing room. You walk in and are instantly met with eyes all over you. 

Hotch begins, “Team, this is Y/n L/n and she is filling in for JJ.”

“Hi everyone” you say with a meek voice.

“These are agents Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, and Dr. Spencer reid.” Hotch continues as you shake everyone's hands, everyone except for the Doctor. Everybody sort of stares at you and snickers as you look like an idiot holding your hand out in front of him. 

“He doesn't shake hands,” Hotch says.

“Oh I'm sorry,” you say quickly. 

“No worries,” Spencer says.

You take my seat wondering about the Doctor but, you don’t have much time to think as the briefing starts. Penelope starts with the briefing and you're listening intently.

 After Penelope is finished, Emily says, “I get he's lighting them on fire but, how are the flames green in the picture, is it a glitch”?

 you hear Spencer start to explain but you quickly say back,

“You can make green fire by mixing together borax or boric acid with methanol to make green flames, and its copper compounds that make flames green, sodium compounds that make them yellow, and calcium compounds that make them orange. Or this guy could have sprinkled some chemicals onto the fire to make it green.”

Everybody looks at you like you're insane. You fucked up didnt you? Spencer especially looks at me intensely. 

“What?” you say confused.

“Thanks,” Prentiss says, sounding surprised.

After the briefing is done and my embarrassing moment is hopefully a far away memory, you go to collect you're things when Hotch says  “Wheels up in 30.”

You Walk over to my desk you were recently given to pick up your things, when somebody approaches. 

“How’d you know all that stuff?” Spencer asks, taking you by surprise. 

“Oh uh about the fire? I read about it a while ago.” 

He smiles subtly and responds with a soft, “Me too.”

After you take your seat on the plane, you feel like you screwed up your first day, that you haven’t even finished. 

Someone sits down next to you to your shock and a little discomfort. It’s Spencer, which makes me extra shocked. 

“Do you mind if I sit here?” He asks softly while avoiding eye contact.

You can’t help but hear Morgan and Prentiss stifle their giggles. 

“Yeah of course.” you reply sweetly. 

There's a few minutes of horrible silence before it's broken by Morgan saying,

“So what do we know about our unsub?” 

“What we do know is he killed 3 people by burning them to death.” Prentiss says.

“We also know he killed only men, in their twenties, and they all went to the same University, North Carolina state ” you add reluctantly.

“And that’s where we’re going.” Hotch adds while coming to take a seat closer to everyone.

“This guy didn’t want to be seen, he only killed at night and was probably covered in a hoodie or dark clothing. He waited until these kids were out drinking and followed them out. When he cornered them, he would pour a methanol and boric acid mixture on them and set them on fire with matches.” Spencer states.

The rest of the plane ride went smoothly, other than the little looks you and Spencer kept sharing. Why did he keep glancing at you? And why did you keep glancing at him? 

We arrive at the college and split up into groups. Of course you and Spencer are in a group together. We begin interviewing the students, everyone seemed shaken up. Poor kids. You finish at the college and follow some leads. All of them lead to dead ends except for one. A girl you had met in the science room, as you talked to her, you couldn't help but notice her journal, which was covered in drawings of flames, but they were all different colors. She even wrote out the instructions to make each flame. 

You glance up at Spencer, who returns your look of worry. 

“What are those drawings about?” you ask her politely. 

“Oh. These are just for a science project.” She says a little impudently while closing her book and placing it into her bag. 

“Thanks for the information.” Spencer says before walking off. You follow closely behind.

 “Hi, is there anything else you need?” The teacher asks. 

“Yea. Have you been working on anything to do with flames, or different compounds for different colored flames?” Spencer says quietly.

“Flames. flames… Nope, Sorry nothing to do with flames.” She replies.

You walk off feeling more and more suspicious of the girl with the book. After heading back to the station you look further into this girl's life. Her name is Mikalya Sterman, and from what you can tell she’s your criminal.

 Suddenly Hotch rushes in while saying, “There’s been another victim, same college, same gender, and age. We have to go now.”

Rushing to the car, you somehow are sitting with Spencer. You are solving a crime yet you still can’t get the adorable Doctor out of your head. 

“How are you feeling about this case?” you ask desperately to break the silence.

“I think it's the girl we met, I mean, the drawings, the behavior, everything. She has to be our criminal.” He utters.

“Yea, I mean why else would she lie about those drawings. Also, I like your tie.” you say and immediately want to jump out of the car.

The car stops and Hotch and Prentiss get out of the driver's seat and you quickly follow. You try to run away from Spencer by speed walking to the scene and hiding your face. It doesn’t work. 

“Thanks, I typically wear ties that match the rest of what I’m wearing like- this. So uh thanks.” He says holding out his sweater. 

“Cute.” you add with a smile. 

“Lovebirds, time to solve a crime!” Morgan states from the scene while Prentiss is laughing her ass 

off.

Hotch rolls his eyes. Spencer and you quickly walk to the scene.

While examining the body you find a pendant hanging across the victim's neck.

“This belonged to Mikalya. I remember seeing her wear it while we were talking.” you tell everyone.

“Yea she was definitely wearing it.” Spencer adds on. 

“Well what does this mean?” Prentiss asks. 

“It means we need to find our killer.” Hotch states.

He sends you out in groups except, this time you're with Prentiss, not Spencer.

“Soooo- Spencer.” She says coyly. 

“Spencer’s sweet.” you mutter back.

“Mhmmm” she insists “and what else?”

“Okay okay, he’s super cute and sweet and smart and nice, and sweet, an-.” you sputter before she cuts you off with, “Ok ok ok ok! I get it, he’s amazing. Sooo- what are we gonna do about this?”

“Nothing! Jesus, actually- nevermind! I don’t know!” you spit.

“We are looking for a murderer and you’re thinking about my kind-of-crush!” you whisper-yell at her.

“Oh please, they already caught the killer.” She says pointing to where they had, in fact, already arrested the killer.

“B-but! How? I was- WE were right here.” you say.

“Yes but your kind-of-crush was so distracting, you couldn’t even solve a crime!” she laughs.

“Oh my god. What have I become? Emily, help me.” you say sarcastically.

“I’m gonna ask everybody to go for drinks- wait- how about, you ask everybody to go for drinks, I’ll tell everybody else but Spencer to decline! I’m a genius.”

She says slyly before you add “No- yes- wait-okay, fine I’m on board.”

“YES!” she shouts a little too loud for comfort as we both walk back to the cars.

Driving back you weren't in the same car as Spencer despite Emily’s suspicious efforts to change that.

We get back on the plane and Spencer sits down next to you again.

“It’s still okay if I sit with you right?” He mutters.

“Of course Spencer, you don’t need to ask.” you reply with a reassuring tone.

He smiles shyly at your comment and you swear you see him blush.

Back at the BAU everybody gathers and you ask, “Hey does anybody want to go get some food or drinks?” 

Emily winks at you and she's the first to say, “Sorry, I'm so tired. Maybe another time?”

Everyone else goes along with their excuses until Spencers the last one to speak.

“Sure! I'm starving.” He says while putting on his jacket and walking toward you. 

“Great.” you say smiling. We both walk out, and you swear you can hear Emily and Derek chortling from the elevator.

P.s please give me tips!

#spencerreid #spencer reid #fluff #sweet #BAU #criminal minds #emilyprentiss #cute #derekmorgan #sweetspencer #firstday #readerxspencerreid #readerx #baureader #firstpost #firstblog #femreaderxspencerreid #femrreader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid fic

[s-sugustar]

ʬʬ: ̗̀➛ synopsis: You could never be happy.

ʬʬ: ̗̀➛ pairing: Modern! Eren Yeager x black! fem! reader

ʬʬ: ̗̀➛ cw: death, angst

ʬʬ: ̗̀➛ author's notes: took me about an hour to write this or less -. not proofread, oh and first fic since i’ve deleted everything from before .

I'm scared

Eren knew he was going to die soon. His health wasn't getting any better but he tried. No matter how much medication he took, or treatments he had, the cancer was not going away anytime soon.

He hated himself for not seeing the signs, not paying attention to how quickly he'd lose his breath or how he'd cough up blood once in a while. He always talked about how he wanted to die young and well, quite unfortunate but he got what he thought of constantly.

Eren knew you hated hospitals for a long time, even when you had a skating accident a couple of years back, they had to sedate you before taking you to the hospital because you fought with everything in you not to go.

The slow beeping of monitors or the scrubbed tiles that reeked of bleach just reminded you of death in some instance. Or maybe it was because it was the place your mother died when you were six. She had a heart problem, the doctors never stated what it was; all they did was kept it brief with you and your father.

You cried that day, the one person you had been extremely close with. The one you made cookies with every Saturday night to take to church on Sunday. The one who read you 'Princess and the Frog' every single night till you knew the story word for word. She was your rock, the one who shushed you when you fell and others had laughed but she, oh she told you that it was okay, and she kissed the bandage every single time.

In the back of my mind, you died

When Eren told you the news, everything around you slowed. The ticking of the old wall clock became slower, the hairs on the back of your neck raised and with the blink of an eye, you were back in the same hospital room when they covered your mother's dead body with a white cloth. Only this time, it wasn't your mother, but it was Eren.

When you got away from your thoughts, you looked back to him in fear and hurt. Seems like the universe wasn't on your side anymore, if at all. Although you barely cracked a smile towards him, you knew he could see past everything you had built up. "I'm sorry y/n."

Work was quiet when Eren wasn't around, and silence was something you didn't like. You saw Jean and Connie every day at work and you enjoyed their company, truly, but you felt as though something had been missing. You knew what it was but you refused to acknowledge it too. When you first visited him, it had been the 6th of November, outside was bright but chilly in contrast to how the room you were in felt.

You felt squeezed, hopeless and everything within the room was making you sick but you stayed, just for him. You saw how much paler he had gotten when he was first admitted, the bags under his eyes seemed to darken than before and well his breathing...he needed a mask wherever he went. He was in pain and there was nothing you could do about it, just like your mother.

It was inevitable but you knew he wouldn't be here much longer, so you stopped visiting him. Afraid that it may be the last time you'd see him. Although impractical, you thought it was best, especially after the last visit.

"The doctors said that there isn't much they can do now." He whispered, his head laid in your lap as you drew small shapes onto his shaven head, somewhat soothing the both of you as you heard the words that fell from his lips and his reaction to what he had said. You paused in your administrations causing Eren to look you full in the eyes, a distant look in his eyes. You stared at him, contemplating what to say but he had beat you to it.

"I wish we had more time together, just you and I. I wish things didn't end up this way because I know how scar-." You couldn't bear to hear the rest of what he had to say so you shut him up with a kiss. Sinking deep making him whine in desperation for more. After pulling away, Eren sat up before reaching under his pillow to hand you something, a letter to be exact. You looked at him in confusion before he answered, "I want you to open it the day after my funeral."

and I didn't even cry, not a single tear

The funeral was short or at least it had been for you. You couldn't bear to look at him lying peacefully in the casket, you just couldn't. You barely had anything left in you after you said what was laid on your heart to say. It was too much for you to handle, so much so that right after your speech, you walked out, not looking back as you headed to your car in tears.

You laughed on the way home, wasn't funny how gloomy and quiet outside had been? Some say that the earth could feel when we lost someone. Oh, the irony. The trees didn't sway from left to right nor did the sunshine. Quite the opposite you'd say. When you made it to your room, the first thing you did was glance at the letter that had been sitting on your desk since your last visit; the last time you saw him. You couldn't wait till tomorrow to open it so you took it out now.

I wonder what the letter said.

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[hauntedadagium]

Our Secret

Ardyn x Reader. Written as a Christmas gift for a friend. 4.7k words. CW: Explicit sexual content.

You work at a dating agency that introduces high profile clients to their potential significant others throughout all of Eos. But when your boss has to take unexpected leave, she leaves you in charge of interviewing their latest sign-up.

January 6th, 2024. 11:15am

Your ears had only just adjusted the static hum of the overhead office lighting whilst you sifted through this week's fledgling profiles. You were drowning in paperwork. Much akin to those old fashioned movies where you’d see an overworked employee with an intray the size of Everest, the work just kept coming. 

Tara, 35, Doctor, enjoys champagne and beach getaways. Looking for someone to go adventuring with.

Raphael, 41, Sportsman, outdoorsy, loves animals. Ideal match would be a similar age, no kids.

You rolled your eyes, reaching for a neglected cup of tea on your desk and taking a swig. Tepid. Had midday crept up on you so soon? You’d barely even scanned the pile of newcomers. Though you weren’t completely new to the job, it wasn’t a field you had ever experienced before; it came with a specific kind of discretion that wasn’t to be overestimated. Your vigilance in keeping their faces out of the tabloids was imperative. Quite often you would see a recognisable name as you flicked through the archives, but none moreso than those in power. Rumor had it that even the Niflheim Emperor had a profile at the agency, albeit a long while ago.

Having your own office was your favorite perk of the job. With such a small team, mostly remote, you were rarely disturbed. This meant that not only could you maintain your own system without interference, but that you had peace and quiet as you worked.

Whilst organizing mountains of paperwork, your boss interrupted with a knock at the door, causing you to lift your eyes and welcome her in. She was a nice lady; casual yet professional.

“Hey, so, I’ve got a favor to ask you.” She leant against the doorframe and folded her arms. “Something’s come up, family stuff, I gotta shoot off early today.”

Family drama? You knew better than to ask questions.

“Sure,” you replied with a smile, sliding a stack of papers out of your face. It was no big deal, you had handled the office on your own plenty of times.

“Thanks.” She gave you a wry thumbs up and pushed herself out of the doorway toward you. “There’s just something I need you to take care of whilst I’m gone.”

“Yeah?” You placed your hands on the desk and interlocked your fingers. 

“I’ve got a meeting scheduled this afternoon.” You watched as she gulped. Something was making her nervous.

“Oh?” You tilted your head. “I’ll just call and have them reschedule—”

“No.” She shook her head. “We can’t reschedule. I… need you to do it.”

You tried not to frown. You hadn’t conducted any interviews previously, but you had sat in on meetings between her and other clients. How hard could it be?

“I can sure try.” You let out a dry laugh. “Hope it’s nobody important.” She was one that would appreciate a self-deprecating joke, but instead of laughing, she had a stern look on her face.

“You’re up to it, right?” She said in a tone that sent your head into worry. “Think you know enough?”

“Of course,” your casual tone visibly settled her. “Give me the file and I’ll make sure I study it before they arrive.”

You started to wonder if she genuinely had to leave, or if this was just some grand test. Maybe you were due a promotion and she just wanted to put you through the paces first.

“He’s not easily pleased.” Your boss called back as she turned and left the room to retrieve the file.

He. That stuck with you. You weren’t sure how comfortable you were being alone in the office with a stranger, let alone a man. But he was a client of the agency, these people were nigh celebrities. You had all of their information. The setting was purely professional.

Returning with the paperwork, she set it face down in an empty space on your desk.

“Study it well.” She slid it closer to you. “He’ll be here at six. Make yourself…” she gestured in a rounded motion toward you, “...presentable.”

You nodded obediently and pulled the file closer, only for her hand to slam down on top of it.

“I’m serious.” She looked you dead in the eye. “Don’t fuck this up.”

Your heart beat hard as she slowly withdrew her hand, eye contact lingering before she turned and shut your office door on the way out. 

What the hell was that all about? Finally, you frowned, staring at the face-down paperwork in front of you. Who could it be? A celebrity? Royalty? Un-knitting your brow, you took a deep breath and turned it over.

Ardyn Izunia, Imperial Chancellor of Niflheim, 6’2, enjoys drinking red wine and playing chess.

“You can’t be serious,” you muttered, thumbing through the pages in disbelief. There were two pictures; a close up of his side profile, and a full body photograph of him in his Chancellor attire. Of course, you knew his image well, being someone of utmost importance here in Niflheim. And because he was above all, devilishly handsome.

January 6th, 2024. 03:30pm

Your boss left, switched off the lights in her office, locked the door and went off to attend whatever family drama was going on. She redirected calls to her cell so you wouldn’t face any distractions, especially when he was here, and although she didn’t interrupt often enough to irritate you, there was a pleasant quiet in the building. Though this did eventually create an eerie sense of silence. 

You concentrated hard on his file, playing some low frequency music out of a stereo on your bookshelf. Reciting the interview questions she’d left you, it began to feel a little stale. He wasn’t some run-of-the-mill bachelor, this was Ardyn Izunia. This went far beyond ‘what do you look for in a partner’ or ‘what’s your idea of an ideal first date’. 

Taking up your pen, you began to scribble over the notes your boss had left you. This had to be something impressive, something intriguing. Not only would you get a glowing review from him post-induction, but your boss would be over the moon. You had a good sense of wit and could think quickly on the spot, but so could he. You’d seen numerous interviews, announcements and rumors about the man that all confirmed your beliefs to be true; it wouldn’t be easy to make a positive impact.

One thing stirred at the back of your mind throughout all of this, however: Why did the Chancellor need a service like this? Surely he had absolutely no trouble finding a partner, be it sexual or romantic. 

You started to think that perhaps the Emperor had ordered it of him. Those with permanent partners were favored by the public, after all. It showed loyalty, devotion; more so than turning up with someone new to every press-riddled event, anyway. 

January 6th, 2024. 05:40pm

Your fingers twitched as you flipped through his file one last time. It wasn’t as if you needed to pass an exam on the man, but if you had to, now you could. You’d read the entire thing from cover-to-cover, just in case you needed to bounce certain questions off him throughout the interview. 

You called it an ‘interview’, but it was more of an induction. An introduction to the company, your services, how you might be able to utilize someone's positive traits to match them to a perfect spouse. And with Ardyn, there were a lot. 

High income. Notable. Handsome. You felt a twinge of something like jealousy as you imagined combing through profiles to find him a match in the near future. But shoving that aside, you tidied away the last of the files from your previously paperwork riddled desk. Everything was perfect. You now had a large, clear desk; your chair on one side and a comfortable chair for him on the other. You dimmed the lights a little to give the room a comfortable evening ambience and lit a scented candle, a fireplace pine scent, finally straightening out your formal dress just as the intercom buzzed.

You jumped at the sound. ‘He’s early’, you thought, hurrying over to answer it.

“Mr Izunia?” Even putting on your most professional voice, you wavered slightly.

“As expected,” his low voice crackled through the speaker.

“Please, come in.” You shut off the intercom to clear your throat for a moment. “I will be right down.”

He did not answer, but you pressed to release the door just long enough for him to enter. The entryway was a cozy room down a short flight of stairs, and seeing as you were alone in the office, you had to welcome him yourself. You let your hand rest on your office door handle for a moment; just what was it about him made you so nervous? 

It would be rude to keep him waiting so you pressed on, taking yourself down the stairs carefully, and when you arrived at the bottom, there he was.

‘Don’t fuck this up.’ You heard your boss say in your head as you rounded the staircase to greet him with a wry smile on your face.

“It’s a pleasure sir.” You thrust out your hand formally, watching him smile and cock his head.

Immediately there existed this tension between you; something in the pause before he took your hand in his and shook it gently, the way his eyes flashed in the bright overhead lights, the tempting grin that grew as he uttered:

“Please,” chuckling softly, he released your hand. “Call me Ardyn.”

“Ardyn.” You nodded politely, inadvertently giving yourself a knock in your stomach from tensing so badly. You gave him your name and turned, inviting him upstairs.

Ardyn took a step closer, and suddenly you realized just how tall he was. “After you,” he said in that low, saccharine way of his. You were already familiar with it, but in person, it was so much better. 

You felt his eyes follow you all the way up the staircase and suddenly you wished you’d worn something a little longer—blushing at the thought that you’d possibly flashed him your underwear before even sitting down to begin.

Why were these thoughts even crossing your mind?

It was an effort just to cool your cheeks before letting you both into your office, holding the door open and gesturing for him to take a seat. As he brushed past you with long strides you inhaled an earthy scent of leather and musk, watching him take a seat opposite your chair.

You shuddered, shutting the door quickly and taking up your own chair.

His eyes stalked you as you sat down, crossing his legs and then looking about the room. “Quite the space you have here.” He cocked an eyebrow as he looked over to the candle.

Immediately you noticed that the room was unsuspectedly moody. Low light, a candle—you worried he might get the wrong impression if you didn’t divert his attention.

“Chancellor Izunia—” you winced, correcting yourself, “Ardyn.”

He settled into his chair, a smile working its way onto his lips as you continued.

“I’ve spent a little while assessing your file–” “My file?” He interrupted in a somewhat mocking tone, “Oh, I suppose you’re going to tell me how  interesting I am.” 

This was going to be hard work, but you suspected as much. He certainly had that charismatic flair he was so famous for—and clearly it wasn’t just for the cameras.

“Quite,” you replied confidently, glancing over at the folders of potential matches in your filing cabinet. “But first, we’d like to know a little more about what you’re looking for in a long term partner.”

“We?” He chortled like you’d just cracked a joke. Deepening his tone, he looked you dead in the eye. “Looks like it's just me and you here.”

He was so… intense. But you tried not to let it unsettle you. 

“Me, then,” you replied simply. “Tell me what exactly you’re after.”

Pausing for a moment, he then drew in a long breath. “It seems you know so much about me,” he started, waving a casual hand in the air, “yet I know absolutely nothing about you.”

You gulped. This wasn’t part of the script.

Noticing your unease, he continued. “So, what do you say?” He displayed a faux pout. “Don’t tell me you’ve already found somebody.”

It was both a strange question and, you supposed, a compliment. His mock sadness that you already had a partner spoke to you in a way that felt flirtatious, yet didn’t cross an obvious line. He was as charming as he was good looking.

“Oh— I, uh—No.” You shook your head with a breathy laugh.

“A match maker who cannot find herself a match?” His snakish grin only widened. “You’re not exactly maintaining the stellar reputation of the company, my dear.”

You didn’t know whether to cringe or swoon at his pet naming of you. One thing was for certain though, it made your heart flutter.

“Policy,” you replied calmly, even if you felt anything but. “It’s forbidden to date clients.”

“Pity.” Resting a hand under his jawline, he tapped his chin with one finger.  

Pity? It was clever, but you were sure this time. He was flirtatious by nature, such was dictated in his file, but you had no idea just how attractive you would find him. 

“Well, then?” He moved to rest his elbows on the desk in front of you. “Tell me about yourself.”

Just who was interviewing who, at this point? How had it gone awry so swiftly?

You began to tell him a little, dull things like your favorite scenic spots and a small portion of your personal life, nothing too private. All the while he listened without interruption, a genuine look of interest on his face.

But you closed the conversation as quickly as you’d started it, wanting to move things back to him. At this rate, you’d have absolutely nothing to relay back to your boss tomorrow.

“Anyway,” you said, watching his eyes roam your body, “let’s talk about you, shall we?”

He sighed and sat back in his chair once again. “Oh if you insist.”

“Let’s move on to your experience—” “My experience?” His eyes flashed. “A little forward, isn’t it?”

At every turn, he cornered you. Made you blush. You began to feel like you were on a date, not conducting an interview. 

“I—I mean,” you stuttered. Gods. You didn’t mean that. Your clumsy wording of the phrase only gave him the ammunition needed to continue his pursuit. 

“Well,” that deep tone of his returned, voice rumbling in his throat. “I can tell you that I’m quite… experienced.”

You fought the urge to squeeze your thighs together, suddenly feeling heat prickling up your back to the base of your neck. Opening your mouth to speak, it seemed you couldn’t find the words. 

“Hm.” Something between a close-mouthed laugh and an approving grunt, he studied you intensely once again. 

You had to move the conversation on, distract him with something, anything. You needed a moment to get the meeting back on track but you physically couldn’t do it whilst he looked you in the eye like that. 

It was encapsulating. Enticing. Entrancing. Something about his entire demeanor sent an exciting shiver down your spine.

“Here.” You stood abruptly, making your way over to a wall of filing cabinets to retrieve some client files for him to browse. At least then you would have a moment to compose yourself.

You dove so deep into the system, rifling around this and that, that you hadn’t noticed him creep up behind you.

Suddenly a hand snatched your wrist and spun you around, taking a step forward so that your back slammed the drawer shut.

And there he was, towering over you, silhouetted in the dim light, your wrist in his clutch and your back against the cabinet.

“Chancellor Izunia—” You managed, in shock. His grip wasn’t forceful, but you didn’t pull away. You could hear the gentle squeak of his leather gloves as he shifted his weight toward you.

“Ardyn,” he simply repeated as previously, seemingly waiting to see what you’d do next.

You swallowed. “W—What are you doing?”

In such close proximity, you smelled that gorgeous aroma once again.

“What would you like me to do?” He cocked his head, still holding your wrist up between you both.

‘I’m quite…experienced.’ His words repeated in your head, sending a warm feeling between your legs. But this was wrong. This couldn’t be happening.

As clear as your shock was to him, he didn’t force himself upon you. He simply waited for your answer patiently, gradually letting his other hand manage the curve of your waist.

Your eyes fluttered closed to stop them rolling back; his touch was electric. 

You wanted him. All of him. 

“We—we can’t,” you managed, feeling his chest press against you.

“We can.” His face was closer to yours now, opening your eyes to see his golden iris’ through strands of ruby hair. 

“But…” Your head said no, but your heart was screaming yes. “We shouldn’t.”

He huffed out a laugh at your woeful protest. “I assume I can count on your… discretion.”

“Chancellor—”

You had no opportunity to continue before he stole your lips in a gentle kiss. The warmth of his mouth was subtle yet pleasant, melting into his form as he gradually released your wrist. You didn’t pull away, sighing contentedly and instead wrapping both arms around his neck loosely.

Your heart was racing, pumping heat, blood and adrenaline throughout your body all at once. Everything about this was so wrong, but it felt so good. 

When eventually you tried to pull away, he only pressed you harder into the cabinets behind, pinning you in position and groaning softly into the kiss, opening his mouth to let his tongue play with yours.

Something totally overcame you, snuffing out all sense and reason and rendering you completely lost. The world around you fell to the void, leaving nothing but you and him at that exact moment in time. Like a comfortable freefall, you allowed yourself to be guided by his actions, heady and pliable.

When he broke your kiss to instead nestle into the crook of your neck, you whimpered quietly, feeling him suck on the soft flesh there. You felt yourself rubbing your thighs together and he must have noticed, because the hand at your back slowly made its way between your legs.

“You best be quiet,” he whispered in your ear between kisses, “wouldn’t want someone to hear us now, would you?”

Obediently you bit your lip as he returned to sucking on your neck, not giving a thought to how it might mark by tomorrow. You were too focused on his hand brushing your inner thighs to care.

“Ah—” you gasped aloud as he grazed your dampened underwear with his gloved palm. 

“Ssh,” he hushed you, cupping your needy pussy and gently rubbing his hand back and forth. “This is what you want, isn’t it?”

You couldn’t speak, you only nodded, gripping the collar of his coat.

“Good.” He claimed your lips in a fervent kiss once more, hungry growls coming from deep in his chest as he pleasured you through your underwear. It was unbearable yet irresistible. You wanted to beg him to fuck you.

Without warning he hooked a deft finger around a slip of lace and pulled your panties down, letting them fall past your thighs and to the floor. It was obscene, the way he immediately dragged two fingers down your wet slit, settling on your most sensitive spot.

You broke the kiss in a gasp but his free hand lurched up to grip your chin.

“Look at me.”

You could feel your cheeks burn as he pleasured you, satisfied smirk across his lips as he drank up every subtle twitch in your expression. 

“A—Ardyn,” you whimpered, wanting to look away, but he forced you to maintain eye contact. You couldn’t take it; one moment you were in a professional setting, interviewing potentially your most prestigious client, and the next?

He didn’t even bother to remove his fingerless gloves before he dipped two fingers into your wet pussy, leaning down to angle them just right before he gently began stroking your inner walls.

Your knees almost buckled, but at least he let you lower your head finally, hiding the shameful pleasure plastered across your hot face. 

You panted, lowering your arms for your hands to instead grip the lapels of his coat, willing yourself upright as he plunged his fingers deeper inside. You could feel yourself rolling your hips to his rhythm, begging for him to go harder, faster, already desperate to cum and he’d barely even begun.

“See?” He said quietly, listening to your quiet whimpers in between speaking. “I’m getting to know you very well.”

And Gods, he was right. Nothing else mattered.

Every time he’d slightly withdraw his fingers to push them back inside, his gloved palm brushed against your clit and you shuddered, whining as the pent up tension reached its apex. But then—

He removed himself entirely, taking a step back and instead scooping you up by the backs of your thighs whilst you held on, moving over to your desk and uncourteously slamming you down upon it.

You went to fall back but he kept you upright, sat with your legs hanging over the edge of the desk, him standing between them. Your heels had fallen off as he lifted you up, letting your undies slip off over one foot, allowing him to spread your legs as he pleased. 

Here you could steady yourself, allowing him to use both hands. 

The terrible feeling of emptiness quickly washed away as soon as he returned his hand to your needy cunt—only in the process, he must have removed his gloves—instead feeling the skin of his palm against your bare clit, eventually taking both fingers out to circle it slowly.

You panted, stifling a sweet moan as two dexterous fingers pinched and stroked your most sensitive spot, feeling that familiar pressure approaching fast.

“A—Ardyn, I—”

“That’s it,” he encouraged, watching you closely, filling you with the fingers on one hand and stroking your clit with the other. 

“I—I’m—” 

And that was it. The orgasm ripped through you like a surging wave and you threw your head back, throbbing on his fingers that were still deep inside you, riding out the pleasure though every strong pulse. The high was absolutely dizzying, immediately lying flat on your back atop the desk, Ardyn’s fingers still stroking your swollen pussy. Even when your chest heaved for breath he didn’t stop, only slowed in sync with you, determined to prolong your pleasure until you were completely spent.

Hearing the distinct clink of his belt buckle unfastening, he lifted your thighs to forcibly pull you toward him. You yelped and propped yourself up on your elbows, watching as he wasted no time in retrieving his hard cock from his pants. 

“Now that I know you a little more…intimately, let’s get to know each other, shall we?”

Out of breath and seeing stars, you could feel the tip of his wet cock beckon entrance, pushing in slightly and delivering a painful stretch. You winced and he shushed you lovingly, running his hands up and down your bare thighs as he slowly pushed his thick cock inside you.

He was huge, and it felt amazing. After the initial sting, you bit your lip, anticipating him moving his hips.

But he didn’t.

Inch by inch, eventually he sunk his cock fully inside you, gradually letting out a low groan as it disappeared deep inside your aching pussy.

“My my,” he chided, not furthering with any context. You felt his cock twitch, knowing he was growing impatient, but wanting to prolong the anticipation before giving in.

“Please,” you begged him quietly. You wanted him to fuck you. You needed him to.

Ardyn took his time withdrawing his cock from your tight pussy, ensuring you felt it brush every nerve ending on the way out before sliding it back in again. It was like your body was made just for him, and you couldn’t help but vocalize it.

Feeble whimpers left you as he picked up the pace, rocking his hips back and forth, satisfied, breathy grunts filling your ears as his hands squeezed your thighs. By now, work was a distant memory.

“Don’t stop—” you begged, feeling his pace increase with your encouragement. You couldn’t breathe. You were so close it felt as if you were going to climax again long before he was finished, but he wanted you to resist.

With a look of menace on his face he fastened his pace, assaulting you with his hips and lifting one of your legs up onto his shoulder, gripping your ankle in position. The other of Ardyn’s hands abandoned your thigh in favor of circling your clit, eager to hear more of those sweet sounds without tipping you over the edge.

“Not yet,” he commanded in a dark tone, returning the pleading look in your eye with a cruel sneer. 

Your feverish moans drowned out the wet, languid sounds of flesh hitting flesh whilst his hips rutted into you, watching him reach up to push hair out of his face. Something about you being exposed whilst he was still fully clothed was utterly infuriating but maddeningly hot. 

Exchanging heavy pants and subtle moans, you watched as Ardyn grit his teeth, making an effort to stroke you just right. With your back arching your hands stretched out along the desk above you, reaching for purchase to no avail—only managing to hook a few fingers over the edge to anchor yourself.

This only made the feeling of him pounding you more intense, ensuring you felt every slick inch thrust in and out as he drove his hips forward. 

“I—I’m—” you were so close; back arched, skin tingling, pleasure swelling.

You came just as he began to breathe more heavily, crying out without a care for who heard. The intense feeling surged through your body for a second time, throbbing with wave after wave of glorious satisfaction. The ringing in your ears somewhat dulled the sound of his pleasured groan, clutching your ankle tightly as his hips shuddered, milking the final dregs of his climax inside your tight pussy. 

January 6th, 2024. 07:58pm

He planted one hand on the desk, allowing your leg to fall back into place as you sat up and leaned your upper body against him, both catching your breath.

But the fleeting high of your peak came crashing down all too quickly, allowing your mind to return and realize just the position you’d left yourself in. The dream had finally faded, returning you to a harsh reality.

Oh Gods, what have I done?

As if he had read your very thoughts, Ardyn’s gentle hand lifted your chin to look at him. There was an understanding look in his eye; something kind.

“Now that we’re better acquainted…” he paused to observe you for a moment. “What’s say we keep this between us, hm?”

It was a relief to know he would keep his word—though there would always be this. This dirty secret that happened here, in your office. You felt the slight shuffle of him returning his spent cock back into his pants, and suddenly you felt embarrassed. Somewhere across the room, the candle you lit earlier flickered out.

“Chancellor—” You said, almost in disbelief of what had transpired, not knowing how to continue.

He removed his hand and brushed down his jacket, returning his gloves to his hands.

“It’ll be our little secret.”

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“Henderson”

Eddie Munson x reader

Eddie Munson x henderson!reader

word count: 1.8k

warning: descriptions of wounds, needles, swearing, mentions of bullying

a/n: im back im alive lmao. it took me two weeks to write this bc i was so busy, apologies apologies apologies

summary: Y/N saves Eddie’s life after the bat attack

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“Y/N? Y/N!” your walkie talkie erupted. Yawning, you tried to clear your mind from your tired state and rushed over to the table where walkie was sitting on.

“Copy. Dustin, is everything alright?”

“It’s Eddie- we need help. H-he’s in bad shape,” Dustin panted. You could hear Eddie’s resistance in the background along with lots of shuffling. ‘Of course it’s Munson’ you thought to yourself, sighing and rolling your eyes.

“How bad?” you asked, clearing your nursing books off the couch were you were studying to pass time. “Uh, I dunno. Bad!” Dustin yelled. “Where are you now?” you asked, going rummaging through your medical bag. “Just got him in Steve’s car.” “Describe the injuries,” you sighed, trying to choose what medicine would work best. “Bad!” Dustin yelled. “Dusty I need more than-” “Major blood loss, damage to his side of his body and throat. Bites and many open wounds, he’s not doing great Y/N,” Nancy says calmly, abruptly stealing Dustin’s walkie from him.

“Thanks Nance,” you sighed, now more anxious than ever. You were a nursing student. Not a professionally trained doctor. And this sounded bad.

You placed a blanket on the floor and prepared for the worst. The bag of medical supplies patiently waited to be used sitting next to you. The silence was almost deadly. You could feel the anxiety burning holes in your skin.

Eddie is complicated. You had never had the best relationship with him in the past. Eddie would pull your hair in grade school. He made fun of your first trainer bra when the strap was visible under your dress in 6th grade. Occasionally he would steal your pack of gum from your bag. He would taunt you in the high school classes you had together previously and call out your last name loudly in the hallway. It was irritating and almost embarrassing to have all this attention from him unprovoked. All childish behavior. It didn’t help when he became your little brother’s best friend. It only got worse.

And now you had to save his life.

Steve’s BMW screeched into your apartment parking lot. You rushed outside and looked over the balcony facing the dark parking lot. Robin and Nancy were struggling to keep his body upright as Steve held his legs. All four of them were covered in blood, you assumed it was Eddie’s. His body was limp and his white face shown in the street lamps. Your heart sank. This was real.

Dustin met you upstairs, guiding Steve in backwards with the body. Eddie was moaning in pain. The morbid sound gave you goosebumps. ‘Not the time to panic,’ you reminded yourself.

“Robin! Take the towels from my bathroom. I need one wet, one dry.” you ordered. “Steve, help.” you motioned as Eddie lay dying on your living room floor. You chucked your bag in Steve’s lap and rummaged through it. When you pulled out the needle, you heard a loud moan come from Eddie.

“This is gonna hurt like a bitch,” you warned him. “Trust me, I’ve felt worse.” he managed to scoff. Even in times of despair, Eddie Munson will crack a joke.

You filled the needle up with penicillin, about a fourth of the bottle. With a deep breathe, you shoved the needle into his thigh and ejected the medicine into it.

“Scissors,” you ordered, snapping your fingers at Steve. He rummaged through your bag and handed them to you.

You began to cut his shirt, his iconic hellfire shirt. Or what was left of it. “H-hey! At least b-buy me dinner first,” he choked. “Quit with the jokes i’m trying to save your life,”

Eddie layed back his head and just prayed the last thing he heard in this world was your sweet sarcastic voice.

You yanked a hand pumped oxygen mask and placed it securely on Eddie’s nose. “Pump,” you ordered Dustin.

The bites were deep. Some would definitely need stitches. But what you had to focus on then was getting whatever foreign possible upside down bat diseases out of his wounds before they could spread any faster.

Eddie swore at you as you placed the first towel down. Steve held back his hands as he reached to rip the cold towels off his sides.

“Jesus fucking christ L/N! Could you be any more rough?” he yelled, squirming under the mask that Dustin helplessly tried to keep on his face.

“Penicillin, 22 more milligrams,” you said, pushing the bottle towards Nancy.

“Don’t you dare stick another-” Eddie tried to protest. Nancy stuck the needle in him just in time for him to holler in pain. “Attacked by bats and your biggest worry is a needle?” Robin scoffed. “How the hell did you handle those tattoos then?”

Ignoring your snarky comment, Eddie whined in pain as you began to bandage him up. “He’s lost a lot of blood, don’t you think he needs to go to a hospital?” you asked. “Eddie? Checked into a hospital? Sure, if you want him handcuffed to the bed,” Steve scoffed.

Everyone now sat around shirtless drugged up Eddie. Still on the floor, he was almost in a sleep state.

You agreed to have the first watch of the night. Everyone else was exhausted and rightfully so.

Rain was lightly pattering on the window. You sat at your kitchen table with your lamp dutifully studying. Police sirens would occasionally rush past your house. The clock read 2:39 am.

Even if it was the end of the world, you were going to get an A on your finals.

“Always studying. Classic Y/N.” you hear Eddie mutter from your couch. Steve had helped you pull out the bed inside of it. Eddie now layed pathetically on it. You broke your trance in your work to see the bruised boy propped up on the arm of your couch. You gave him a tight lipped smile and continued on your work.

“What are you even working on anyways?” he asked. “Anaphylaxis,”

“Like allergic reactions and shit?” he asked. “Mhm,”

“Try to get some sleep.” you said sweetly, trying to silence him so you could continue on your work. “How could I get sleep when I’ve got the most beautiful woman working in front of me?” he chuckled. The laugh lead into a coughing fit.

As Eddie began to cough, you dropped your pen and ran to his side. You grabbed the towel from next to him and held it to his mouth to catch the blood and saliva. Your hand ran to his back and circled around to try to calm him. “Please Eddie, you need sleep.”

He shook his head as his coughing died down. As he sipped his water, you assessed his wounds. The medicine had worked. He still looked like shit, but now he had a definite chance at survival.

“Your going to be a great nurse one day,” Eddie said, resting his hands behind his head. He noticed your hidden smile as you changed his bandages. “Thank you,” you quietly said, leaving his side and returning to your kitchen table.

You couldn’t focus on the words on the page. Eddie’s eyes burned into your being. Your heart began to race and the cold sweat began to increase on your brow.

“Eddie, please. I can feel you watching me,” you sighed. “I’m sorry. I can’t sleep.” he protested. “Would you like something then? Milk, the tv on?” you asked. Eddie could feel the annoyance rising in your voice.

“Something like that, yeah.”

You looked at him, waiting for him to finish the question.

“C’mere.”

Eddie scrunched his finger and motioned for you to come closer.

Sitting on your knees, you sat next to the side of the bed. “What is it Eddie,” you asked, annoyed with his antics.

“You.” he said.

You looked at him confused. “Sorry?”

“You asked me what I needed,” Eddie said, reiterating the question.

The dark lighting hid the yellow bruises on his face. His brown glossy eyes begged for you. “Eddie I-”

“Please,” he whined. You could feel yourself going weak. You took a deep sigh. “How can I help?” you asked, rolling your eyes. “Lay with me,” he smiled. You let out a tiny laugh. “Your funny,” you smiled, placing a hand on the bed to prop you upright. Just as you were about to leave, you felt a cold hand pull on yours.

Eddie’s face was stern and serious. He even looked a little hurt. This is when you realized he was serious. “Just for 5 minutes?” he begged. He reminded you of when Dustin was a kid and used to beg you to sleep in the same bed when it was storming outside.

“Why should I?” you asked, crossing your arms. “All you ever did to me was make me feel like shit. All the teasing throughout school, your lucky i’m letting you sleep on my couch.”

“Teasing?” Eddie asked, raising an eyebrow. “Give me an example.”

“When you made fun of my colorful pen in chem.”

“That’s all?”

“And when you made fun of my shoes in elementary school, when you stuck gum in my hair, when you would scream my last name through the hallways, when you would-”

“Your really oblivious, huh?” his deep voice cut you off. You cocked your head and blinked a few times. “Oblivious? To what?”

“That I liked you.”

Your eyes grew wide. The only word that you could form was “Huh?”

“Wasn’t I being obvious?” he asked in confusion. “Not at all. I thought you hated me,”

“Hated you? Y/N, I’ve liked you since like, the fourth grade.”

“Oh my god Eddie, that was like 10 years ago!” “My point!” He somewhat yelled back, making him cough again.

You dropped to his side and held his hand as he coughed up more blood. Taking the bloody tissue, you forced him to drink some water.

“I’m flattered.” you smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed watching him drink his water.

Eddie noticed you yawn. He gently grabbed your hand. “We both need some sleep. Please,” he asked once again, making a small effort to move over in the tiny pull out bed.

Sighing, you gave in.

“If Dustin catches us, your dead.” you said, moving slowly into bed. “Close enough,” Eddie joked, looking down at all his bandages. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and flung the blanket over your body.

“Good night Eddie,” you sighed. The musk of dirt and grime filled your nose. “I’m gonna make Dustin give you a sponge bath tomorrow,” you partially joked. “Over my dead body,”

“Not funny, Ed.” you reminded him.

In the deep sleep you were in, you felt safe in Eddie’s arms. It was a surprisingly comfortable feeling sleeping with him. His soft snores and the rain whisked you into the dream world, far away from your actual worries.

That was cut short by a loud click and a bright flashing light followed by giggles. You opened your eyes to find Steve standing above you and Eddie with a polaroid. Dustin was right on his heels, laughing like a child.

“You asshole!” You yelled, springing out of bed and chasing Steve around your apartment. “Your dead!”

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[lily-174]

Hey . I love your last Will helstead x daughter reader fic. Now I can't stop thinking about such a story. Will has an ordinary day at work when suddenly an ambulance brings his daughter (maybe she was hit by a car) this story does not have to have a good ending.

“is she going to make it?” (will halstead x daughter! reader)

trigger warning: hit and run, hospitals, lots of swearing, angsts, mentions of death

**

when your dad left the house in the evening for his night shift you told him you were going out with some friends, you’d just broken up with your boyfriend of just over a year. and bring 17 and still having to go to the same high school as him it was difficult. so you’re friends decided to take you out to cheer you up a bit, to say you’d been looking forward to this all week was an understatement.

you left the house at 8 and made your way to the party that started at 9, it was amazing exactly what you needed. an excuse to drink and dance with your best friends, you’d forgotten about your ex by 10. laughing, dancing, you’d even managed to speak to a few guys, everything was going amazingly until the clocks hit 12.

you’d been drinking a lot, way too much then your body could handle, and the dancing was swishing around the content of your stomach making you feel uneasy you ran outside emptying the contents of your stomach on the floor. it was too hot, your throat was burning you felt dizzy. you reached for your phone that was in your small purse, and contemplated calling your dad to pick you up but you decided against disturbing him so you messaged your uncle:

hey jj i’m a tad drunkk can you come pick me up?

you sent the message and stood at the door outside the party waiting for him to reply, the minutes were feeling way too long. your head was throbbing to the sound of the banging music inside the building behind you so you decided to walk down to the sidewalk.

maybe you’d made a mistake coming out tonight, the only reason your father allowed it is because you have the highest grades in all your classes and he wanted you to have fun and forget about your ex.

you hated school, now because of your ex you hated it more. the only reason you hadn’t dropped out is because you want to be a surgeon, your dad had inspired you to go to med school. you knew it would be extremely difficult but you wanted to be a brain surgeon, your dad said you were definitely smart enough to live out your dream.

you sighed the loud banging of music still causing your head to throb more, you rubbed your head hoping it would relieve some of the pain as you crossed the road in hopes getting further away from the music would help. behind your hand that was partially covering your eyes you saw a bright light heading straight towards you. headlights.

**

will was exhausted, on his 6th patient of the shift it had been fairly busy but nothing extravagant had happened yet, he had a man come in for a motor cycle accident and he was surprisingly okay he defied the odds and got sent up to the ward, he survived no long term damage, that was a win.

will rubbed his eyes as he left another trauma room and went to grab a coffee he came back down to another patient complaining of chest pains, will did the routine checks and listened to the mans heart and lungs all sounded normal so he sent him down for an x ray.

this was a pretty standard shift, all was going well. will was hoping his little girl was happy and having a good time. he smiled hoping you would get over this breakup soon. he hated seeing you like that. you and your father were so close, you’d tell him everything and he was so unbelievably proud of you.

will yawned as he entered trauma bay 5 to treat a woman with severe abdominal pain, just as he was about to check if his findings were correct he heard a gurney being brought in by paramedics. then he heard a round of gasps by the doctors and his brothers voice.

“is she okay?!? is she going to make it? where’s my brother?” he heard Jays loud voice booking through the ER. will rushed out the room and saw his daughter on a gurney being rushed into trauma bay 2

“what the hell happened?!” will exclaimed pain in his voice as he rushed across the room seeing his daughter covered in blood a big gash on her head, an arm clearly broken. will could feel the tears pooling in his eyes as he rushed into the room to help his daughter only to be held back by ethan.

“we will look after her will. just give us space” ethan said passing the distraught red head over to jay. will tried to get out of jays grasp but he couldn’t. he watched as the team of doctors started calling out different things that where wrong.

“we need an OR now! internal bleeding, possible punctured lung, multiple broken ribs, broken arm and possible brain injury.” ethan called out as he examined your body.

“no.. no! i can help let me help her!” will shouted tears streaming down his face as his brother held him back.

“let them help her will”jay said with tears eyes pulling his brother into a hug, the sobs that left will in that moment were heart breaking, he felt his heart shatter as you got wheeled out the bay in the gurney, he turned and watched.

“i love you y/n okay? everything’s going to be fine. you’re not alone” he sobbed walking towards his daughter but jay pulled him back again. will could feel it was bad, he knew in the pit of his stomach he knew those injury’s could be life threatening.

“what happened to her” he cries hugging his brother once again all of the memories with his daughter flashing before his eyes.

“hit and run.. she texted me to come pick her up i found her on the floor when i got there. i’m so sorry will..” jay explained a few tears rolling down his cheeks. he felt so guilty maybe if he had gotten there sooner or called you on his way this wouldn’t have happened. the brothers cling onto eachother before walking to the waiting room, jay sat his head in his hands and will stood pacing the room, that’s when the rest of intelligence arrived.

“the drivers in custody.. any updates?” hailey asked as she sat down next to jay and the team followed sitting down in the waiting room.

“none yet. it doesn’t look good” will stated eyes rimmed red, still pacing the room, this went on for a few hours before a doctor came out and called your name and everyone stood up.

“is she okay??” will said rushing over to the surgeon, jay stood next to him and the team stood around.

“the bleeding was too extensive, her heart stopped multiple times during the surgery and i’m afraid we couldn’t get it back and she succumbed to her injuries. i’m so sorry for your loss dr halstead” wills world went blank everything went fuzzy as he screamed his legs giving out and falling to the floor the violent sobs leaving him hurt his chest, his heart shattered at those words.. he would never see his beautiful daughter again, he would never see her walk down the aisle, he would never see her become a mom, never see her live out her dreams. he would never see her again.

the pain he felt was unlike anything he’d every felt before, it wasn’t just mental pain it was physical his baby girl just died. he couldn’t even remember the last thing he said before he left for his shift, was it i love you? or some stupid joke?

jay crouched down tears falling down his cheeks as he held his brother, the two of them crying on the hospital floor hailey bending down to comfort the two brothers.

will couldn’t hear anything he couldn’t feel anything but this pain, what was he going to do without you.

**

a/n - i cant lie i kinda hate this but i hope you enjoy none the less <3 

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[favorjtecrime]

Tired

vance hopper x yamada!reader

one | two | three | four

Vance looked up at you with a glare. “I don't want your pity, i told you im fucking fine so ba-” “vance please.” He went quiet. You knew him, well of course you knew him because of his reputation but, the way you said his name, it sounded real. It sounded caring, and you sounded just like how you did back in 5th grade. “Fine..” he murmured, you gave him a small smile before helping him get up and letting him use your shoulder as support. About a minute or two had passed of the two of you walking in silence until you reached the steps. It was half an hour to 6 and here you were, Y/n yamada unlocking her house to let Vance hopper in. He limped his way to your sofa and sat on the blonde leather. “I’ll be back with the medkit, let me just grab it from my room!” you sent a grin to him before rushing up the stairs. Vance sat in pain as he looked over the decor of your living room, a small recliner was sat a few feet away from the tv and you had a small leather sofa on the right side, where he sat. Your shelves and walls were covered with framed photos, some of your parents wedding day, some of bruce posing in baseball uniforms, amy getting her first pair of glasses, and you with that stupid but gorgeous smile that vance had always admired ever since he was younger. “Hey! I couldn't find the regular bandaids so I had to borrow a few from my secret stash from like 6th grade. ``You laughed a bit at the end before showing him a small box of medical supplies and a small bag of purple and pink designed bandaids with small cat faces all over them. “Whatever, just hurry up, idiot..” You smiled at him before grabbing his arm with warm and comforting hands that wrapped bandaging over the gash. “I'm no doctor, but i think applying pressure should make the bleeding stop and help close the wound” You had this bad habit of sticking your tongue out when focusing, while vance watched your face as you wrapped the bandage around his arm, he saw your tongue stick out while a corner of his lip turned upward. “..there!” you had finished wrapping his arm and were currently applying a kitten band aid to the small cuts that littered his hands and face. “If you want you can go now.. But like you don't need to if you still feel pain!! My family won't be back home for another week so I really don't mind the company.. Oh god i sound pathetic, im sorry” you were rambling, another habit that vance had witnessed you do before. “I know you're poor and can't afford shit just by looking at your house, but does your tv have good channels or something? '' he asked, looking at the remote that was placed on the table in front of the sofa. “Oh! Yeah it actually has this really good show that i’ve been watching every time i fall asleep late” you clicked the on button and flipped through the channels while vance watched you, but you were too busy to realize until you stopped at the channel. “This one runs all the way from 1 to 8! If we’re lucky they might show all the episodes in order” you said happily while leaning down onto the couch, eyes glued to the television. “I think my mom watches this, god you have horrible taste” he said while leaning back. “Hey ! that just shows that you have bad taste” You were getting comfortable with vance hopper of all people, just one wrong move and your neck could be snapped like a twig, but at the same time you didn't worry much because, weirdly, part of you felt safe with him and not threatened. A few minutes later your eyes began to droop and you felt yourself drift off to sleep, what you didn't realize was how hot Vance felt himself after feeling your head fall onto his shoulder. And by the time you woke, the vance hopper was gone, and you laid on the couch with a small blanket draped over you.

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[bugsy-maria]

... Even at the start...

Pairing: Doctor x Reader

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 (this)

This academy wasn’t like most, where many kids around the age of 9 are learning math's and reading, these children were staring right into all of space and time. A dark abyss where every outcome can be seen by these children. They know what happens next, what has happened well beyond their time, and what is happening on the other side of the universe.  

But this part of the story isn’t about time and space, it's about a little girl Time Lady who had comfort and traded it for a loss all because she wouldn’t be able to stand the guilt eating her up inside. Now this is not to say that this story won't ever be about time and space, trust me we will get there. Just know that even all of time and space has its time and place.  

Now just for future reference this girl is you, (y/n).  you have been a one for a good portion of your life, you never had a sustainable feeling of comfort, but the Acadamy was the opposite of the life you had lived for the first couple of years.  

Just about everyone at this school knew not to talk to you, not because you were closed off but rather because they thought that you were too weird to talk to. Even though you never gave off that energy or even did anything to cause that reaction. In fact, you were the most extroverted person in the whole school. Making it your mission to have at least one friend, at least one person to be there for you.   

You met one boy who was kind of closed off but well liked. He didn’t mind your company, so you got attached. You would drag him to look at the sky with you well passed your curfew, you had your own little spot at the top of one of the many buildings in the area. The bright stars were almost painful to look at, but their beauty enchanted you in a way that made it just about completely impossible to look away.  

He was quite a large portion of the time whenever you dragged him out and about but that didn’t stop you from having him around every time you wanted to look up at the sky. Over time he grew to like you a bit more and started to talk more. Still, he was more of a listener, but not so much in a way that made him seem disinterested in what you were saying, but rather scared of whatever might happen. You wouldn’t find this out till much later when you were both in your 6th year at the academy. You had met him a couple days after he looked into the time vortex, and much like you, it scared him so much he ran.  

He hadn’t been the same after he saw that, too scared to talk. You, on the other hand, had gotten scared of knowing exactly what would happen that you sought out to create your own worlds where those things that were said to happen simply didn’t. You created your own destiny in this world which made dealing with the fear easier to manage.  

He then started to tell you about all of the things he wished to do but they never passed the planet you both called home. He wanted a simple job and to have a wife and kids with a good childhood. He didn’t really want to explore, not the stars or the planet, he just wanted a simple life.  

You wanted to travel to the stars. You wanted to carry adventures on your shoulders while saving new worlds and making history. You wanted to put out any fire in your way but also wanted to watch stars spit flames out into the vast emptiness of space. You wanted the world, stars, galaxies, and the whole universe in your hands. It would be enough to have just that. All of the time and space at your convenience was all you needed to be happy.  

You knocked on this boy's door one night, just like every other night that you wanted to see the stars. This boy had learned to be prepared for any surprise visits by you because you were quite indecisive about whether you were in the mood to look up at those balls of fire. He opened the door and slid out already knowing why you were knocking on his door that late at night.  

The walk was always quieter than expected mostly because once you both made it to the roof, you were chatting like no tomorrow. But this moment of quiet was what you both needed. Also, you were both out of your rooms well passed curfew, so you really needed to be quiet. You would both be walking with slow quiet steps, doors were opened and closed with such precision making sure it didn’t make the slightest noise.  

Once you both had made it to the roof you started laughing amazed that you had got away with it yet again. The boy had never once laughed at this, instead he just stares at you with a small smile graced upon his face. A creak was heard from another building which caused him to smack his hand on your face so whoever had made such a noise would be none the wiser to two students out passed curfew.  

He removed his hand from your face and put a finger over his mouth to signal you to keep quiet. You both walked over to your little corner of the roof which had grown some decorations over the years. A thin blue blanket was sprawled on the ground, a small bowl filled with different candies from your universal cultures class you took last semester, and a travel sized telescope that the boy had managed to nick from his parents' drawer before he left for the academy all sat in the far corner behind the door of the roof.  

You laid out the blanket to cover a portion of the roof top that you then sat on. The boy followed suit already having the routine down like the back of his hand. You both leaned down onto your backs almost simultaneously, both taking in the sight of the stars before either one broke the silence.  

“Tell me why you don’t want to go out there again?” you ask the same question at least once a month just to verify that he doesn’t want to still. You want him to. Change his mind because as much as you say that you don’t care whether he stays here or goes out there with you- 

“It’s too risky, plus I have everything I would ever need here.” He says it so simply as though anyone would agree with him. But you don’t see it, you know that he has many comforts here and you don’t, maybe that’s why he finds it so easy to stay when all you want to do is leave. “You know this, so why do you keep asking?” 

He had the most wonderful eyes; they held the most amazing things. The eyes that stare at you is the newest of new and have not been tainted with the wisdom and sights that the elders held in their eyes. You knew that they would change one day, hell your will too but those eyes are worth looking at.  

Like the stars in the sky for instance, one day all those stars will die and then be replaced with new ones. At that point, it is entirely different sky, just like how this man will die then be replaced with a new set of peepers. But in this moment, they were beautiful, and this is what you want to remember when you die for good. This moment, and any other moment that follows with him in it.  

You bob your head to the side, so you lock your eyes with his. He always looked peaceful now, which was a complete 180 when compared to how he was when you first kidnapped him from the comfort of his room. The first time you both had done this he was sweating a storm and his breathing was labored and uneven, plus he would not stop listing out all the consequences you two would face together. You both only stayed out for about 20 minutes, and to this day you are surprised that you even lasted that long.  

“Just want to see if you changed your mind yet.” 

“Or you just want to see if I would ever go with you.” 

“Nope, never” 

“Yes, you do, you don’t want to leave me.” The smile on his face widened as he sang his sentence in a teasing voice. 

“Absolutely not! I can survive just fine without you!” You looked back at those stars with the very same expression of amazement. He sits up and tilts his head to look at your face 

“If you want me to go with you, all you have to do is ask nicely.”  

“Shut up.” you groan out, you playfully push him over.  

“You know I’m just playing right?” 

“Of course, I do.” 

“I mean even if you did ask, I would never want to travel with you.” the smile on his face radiates within his words.  

“Shut up! I am a delight!” It is now your time to smirk just like him. 

“The naming ceremony Is tomorrow; what name do you think you’ll get?” He always changed the subject, mainly because he never was good at remembering things in this regeneration, so he had adapted to just asking and talking about things as soon they came into his mind. 

“Something like traveler, or tourist, oh or dreamer! Dreamer has a nice tone to it do not you think?” 

“Absolutely, you would get something like that. I mean with your air headedness I would be surprised if you did not.” he said with a laugh. That is another thing you could not help but notice about him, his laugh was like a baby’s laugh to a mother. Or like the sound of your name getting first place in a competition you worked hard on. His laugh was one you would never forget, his was one that you will remember randomly thought your life whenever you perform a mundane task. His laugh was a symphony. “What name do you think they’ll give me?” 

“Probably something normal like Baker, or Farmer, or Uninteresting.”  

“I’m not that boring.” 

“You kind of are though.” 

That night ended like the ones before it, with you both laughing until your sides hurt. You both ended up having a hard time going down those stairs leading up to the roof and down to the dorms. You both went back to your own rooms, the stars still lingering in your eyes as you do.  

Your flame lights emit a soft glow onto the nearby objects within your room. You were fortunate enough to get your own room this year which meant that you were safer than the boy because he did have a roommate. This made sneaking out easier for you than it did him, however his roommate has done many things that could get him in trouble which means that the boy can sneak out in exchange for keeping the roommate's secret.  

The rest of the night was the same as any other, you where you left off in your work. You don’t completely remember what the assignment was about, but you worked on it absentmindedly already knowing what to write about. Kinda like the work was too easy for you, but really it was because you were too busy living a better life in your head.  

You were always like that, no one really took too much notice of it because you were like that all the time. Always thinking of what more life had in store for you, kind of like putting yourself into a story you create.  

The morning after was going to be an interesting one. Everyone in the academy was buzzing with uneasiness, barely listening to one another as the sound of the drums consumed their hearing. You on the other hand aren’t too worried about the outcome of today, for you it was just another day. You know what you want to do with your life and nothing that happens today with quench that thirst you have for traveling.  

So, for you it was just as normal of a day as others just by the end of it you will no longer be able to tell people your actual name, you would have to tell them your title instead. You quickly scan the large hall filed with other Time Lords and Ladys much like you, until your eyes land on a familiar mop of light brown. But what you noticed almost at once after is that he was walking out of the room and following one of the admins.  

You quickly dart to the boy not thinking clearly, but just knowing that it was going to be something wrong. But this boy never got in trouble which is what really made this experience have an uneasy feeling in your gut.  

“Stop!” You were closer now, still running a couple steps till you were right where they were. “What are you doing? He hasn’t done anything wrong!” The hall filled with students was now around the corner in the long hall you now stood in.  

“(y/n)” the boy tried to interject; he didn’t want you to get in trouble. This was the only boy that knew your fears and he didn’t want to lose you to them.  

“No! This boy is completely innocent! He didn’t do a thing, he’s the most well-behaved student there is here!” 

“He snuck out passed curfew.” 

“I made him! It’s my fault, punish me! Not him!”  

“(y/n) no.” you don’t think that you have ever heard that tome in his voice but there it was. Right there in the air just hanging there until you listened.  

“Fine,” the teacher let go of his arm and grabbed onto you, pulling you closer to their side than where you were previously standing. “Go back to the hall.”  

“But you sh-”  

“I said go.” 

The net couple of minutes there was a shared eerie silence between both you and the teacher as you made your way to the disciplinary actions you were now forced to face. Rumors were common amongst the students as in most schools, there were quite a few fan favorites. A popular one this particular week was the Zybroneez that passed by the field more than usual this week were actually dead timelords that died in the last time lord. This rumor may be more of an urban legend but there's more, apparently Catherine, a Time Lady a year above you, were walking past the giant, gentle creatures and she saw them pass. 

That’s how the ‘rumor’ started and then it got out of control and now she's part Zybroneez, but a much older rumor, but kind of urban legend, was a much darker one. No one was really able to tell the rumor because no one had experienced it, well not really. The rumor is that when you get in trouble for breaking an unbreakable rule or get three strikes then you get punished. But not detention, something much worse, some guy back in the early days of the school having been built a student had gotten in trouble and was seen getting thrown into the time vortex. According to another student this student's biggest fear was leaving their family behind, and so the admin made it happen.  

Your biggest fear was going to become more than a fear with this punishment. This was bad for you because you didn’t think that you would be able to bear your greatest fear. But by the looks of it that seems to be what you will end up facing.  

That agonizing fear is growing within you as you get closer and closer to said fear, all of those grand events shared with that boy, all of those classes filled with laughter as you tried another mysterious food that turned your skin purple, and the smell of poppy flowers enveloped your senses. The soft pitter patter that tapped your head as that cloud delicately dropped water onto the skin of your forehead. That sight above you as you looked up at the sky, that cloud and those stars that you once thought of traveling around with your best and only friend. No one else occupied your life so you just wanted to take him away with you and travel the universe.  

But with one word all of it was lost, the last you ever heard in this life solidified the significance of this life. This life was no longer of any importance to that boy, to Galifray, to the neighboring worlds, or to the universe for that matter. All because of one word, one name, one title.  

“Doctor.” was the last word you heard before this life was thrown out of your grasp and into the time vortex.  

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