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ash-whimsicalfanfic · 11 months

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I was wondering if you can please write fanfic. Where the reader is a mother of young twins who is fiercely protective of them because one of them is completely colorblind and the other one is going deaf and nobody on the team knows of their existence.

So one day her babysitter can’t work or something do whatever you like at this part, but basically, the NCIS team finds out about the twins and her fierceness protectiveness and Leroy Jethro is like ok I’m kinda in love with you to you’re officially Mrs. Gibbs five and have fun with it.

Do whatever you like with this and I hope you enjoy writing it. I hope you have a wonderful year a wonderful month in your writing is amazing and I appreciate you.

Fierce Love

Leroy Jethro Gibbs X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings: Flashbacks, Mentions of SA, Kidnapping, Mild Language, Violence, Guns, Blood, Suggestive, Angst, Fluff, etc.

Prompt: You are a mother of young twins, one who is colorblind and the other who is going deaf. The team doesn’t know of their existence until something happens to the babysitter who so happens to be your goddaughter. The team finds that you are fiercely protective and fiercely in love with your kids. But, this stands out more to Gibbs because he’s been trying to figure out for

Sidenotes: I used a scene from “The Rookie”, not to the exact measures, but similar.

You look down at the twins you held, your eyes instantly teary as you looked at the two bundles that saved you. They were perfect with their ten fingers, their ten toes, their tiny noses, their tiny lips and their healthy selves.

Adeline Iridessa Y/L/N, you sweet baby girl who was younger by a few minutes. Then her older brother by only minutes, Alexander Archer Y/L/N.

"Mommy will always protect you." You whisper softly.

"Ms. Y/L/N, I'm afraid to tell you that Adeline is colorblind. Alexander is rapidly losing hearing and we fear he may be deaf." Dr. Bryant explains.

You were silent for a moment, trying to soak in this information. You look at the twins for a moment before turning back to him.

"Is there anything we can do to try and preserve and maybe even salvage what hearing Alex has?" You ask.

"We could try some tubes, however I fear that his case is too severe. Here are some pamphlets. This will help Alexander if he needs to learn sign language. It's always good starting them off at a young age anyway. They tend to retain the language better and he will be better. You may want to also have Adeline learn the language for her brother as well." He explains.

You nod, looking at the twins who were wide awake, looking around curiously. Your heart aches knowing that Adeline will never get to see such beautiful colors because she has achromatopsia color blindness and then Alexander will eventually lose his hearing altogether.

4 YEARS LATER

You were sitting at your bullpen, trying to figure out how to make their 5th birthday party the best birthday ever for them. You know you probably spoiled them too much, but they were your babies and you'd be damned if you ever let something happen to them.

The thought of sending them to school was agonizing. Knowing that they were getting older was scary. These were your babies and the thought of anything happening to them sent you into a protective mode instantly.

"Alright, what do we have?" Gibbs asks, coming back from getting coffee.

Tony, Ziva and Tim immediately are up and fighting to tell their finds. However, Gibbs was focused on you who seem distracted on something.

Gibbs was able to read everyone. However, after four years of working for him, he still was trying to figure you out. Almost everything about your file was confidential. He was so brutal on you when you first came here, however he has gotten better over time.

The elevator doors open and everyone turns back. You stand slowly as you see your twins exit the elevator hand in hand with your neighbor following behind them.

"Mommy!" Adeline squeals, running to you and hugging you.

You squat down, hugging her and Alexander. You gently push them back and look to Alexander, signing, "What's wrong baby boy?"

He looked pale and like he wasn't feeling the greatest. Which was strange because before you left this morning, you made sure to make sure both were tucked in and weren't running fevers.

He sighs, signing, "Just worried and tired." You frown, gently guiding them both behind your desk, lifting them both into your chair before your neighbor walks to you.

"Y/N/N, Lexi answered the door this morning and their was a man there who was claiming to be the twins' father. The twins followed your "game" as Adeline put it if a stranger shows up. Lexi was taken by that man. And I came over here as fast I could." She explains.

You let a slow breath out as your heart rate picks up. Lexi was a good girl. She was your older sisters daughter. Lexi made you realize how much you wanted kids of your own. Lexi was like a daughter to you. You look at the twins, knowing that Lexi would do anything for them—just like you—which is probably how she ended up in this situation to begin with.

"Thank you, Bebe. You did the right thing." You say.

"Do you want me to take the twins so that you can work and get Lexi back?" She asks.

"No, no, it's alright. I think I'd feel better knowing they are with me. Thank you, Bebe. I'd say yes if I felt safe about it, but their father is...a very unpredictable man. I don't want to put you or the twins in danger." You explain.

It made you feel guilty, like you didn't trust Bebe, but thankfully she understood where you were coming from. She gave you a big hug, promising that everything would be okay and that Lexi was a tough girl. You knew Lexi was tough. You also knew Lexi would have left clues for you. She leaves and you turn to your team who was watching.

"You have kids?" Tony asks surprised.

"Yes." You say a bit more defensively than you expected, moving in front of the twins.

"Hey, easy there mama bear. I'm just surprised. You have no pictures and you've never mentioned them." He says, putting his hands up in surrender.

You clench your jaw, choosing to keep silent. These were your babies. You know your team wouldn't do anything to them. You knew that they'd protect them just as fiercely as you. However, your protective side was running wild knowing their father was after them and knowing he had Lexi.

Gibbs was staring at you, a small smirk on his lips. He could finally read you and put every piece to the puzzle together about you. It was like you were an open book right now.

I'm so in love with her, he thinks to himself.

"That's a pretty dress you have on sweetie. Is pink your favorite color?" Ziva asks and your heart clenches.

"Adeline can't see colors. She has achromatopsia color blindness. Alexander is deaf...he lost all of his hearing by the time he was one. He knows sign language though. So does Adeline. He can also read lips very well. Both of them can. Even though Adeline can talk, sign language and reading lips is a second nature to her." You explain.

You didn't realize you were nervously rambling, but the team did and smiled softly. They understood the normal moms fierce love for their child, however yours was far fiercer and far more protective. And it wasn't because you were an NCIS agent. It was because both of your babies were special.

"Mommy says pink is my color. And I trust mommy." Adeline says, smiling at Ziva who grins.

"Well, your mommy is very much right. Pink is definitely your color." She says.

"Alex, Addy...this is mommy's friends. That's Ziva, this is Tim and that's Tony. That's mommy's boss, Gibbs." You say, pointing to each of them.

Adeline was in a full conversation with Tony, Tim and Ziva. Alexander was looking at Gibbs who crouches down to his height and signs, "Are you okay?"

Alexander smiles and you look down, a light blush on your cheeks. You always had what Abby liked to call a "school-girl crush" on Gibbs. The elevator doors open and you look over to see Abby skipping towards you.

"Oh my goodness! They are so cute!" She exclaims.

"Mommy, who is that?" Adeline asks while looking at you.

"Mommy?" Abby asks, looking at you with wide eyes.

"Y/N is a mom, Abby. She's just been trying to keep them safe from their father." Gibbs explains before going back to signing with Alexander.

"What? You didn't trust us?" Abby asks.

"Abs, that isn't the case...their father is a terrible man. I thought he was still in prison. But, he isn't and he has my goddaughter who babysits for me...and because he is out, he was trying to get the twins. I just was scared that mostly you would get attached and what if I had to up and leave one day with the twins? I knew staying in one place meant he'd find me. I just..." You trail off and sit down as you bury your head in your hands.

"You have made a family. It explains why you were so distant. How did you and the father meet?" Tim asks.

"I was kidnapped by him when I was undercover. I'm sure you can put the pieces together." You mumble.

"Y/N/N." Abby whispers with watery eyes.

"It's fine. I don't dwell on the past. Not to mention, I've got these two who saved me." You murmur, lifting your head to look at your twins.

The team shared pitiful smiles, never realizing what you have gone through. You let a shaky breath out, moving your hands to your knees.

"They know sign language?" Abby asks while looking at Alexander.

"Alexander is deaf. He can read lips and sign, and Adeline can too. I made her learn too for him. Adeline has achromatopsia color blindness." You explain.

"Okay. Y/N, would you be okay with Abby taking them so that we can get your goddaughter back? And so I can personally speak with the bastard?" Gibbs asks.

"Y-Yeah, of course. Abby...I...I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I...I probably—." You start until she covers your mouth.

"Don't apologize. I understand and I'm not mad. However, I'm making them call me Aunt Abby." She says and you laugh.

"Alright. I mean I've talked about all of you guys to them and that's kind of how I've labeled you. Personally, I think you should be their godmother but if you want to be Aunt Abby, well I guess I'll have to find a different godmother." You say casually as you shrug with a smile and she gasps before squealing and hugging you.

"I want to be the godmother!" She exclaims.

You chuckle and stand before you tap your foot three times pretty hard on the ground. Alexander turns to you, feeling the vibrations on the ground.

"Come here." You sign and he walks over to you.

You kneel and gently grasp Adeline's elbow and she looks at you before moving to stand by Alexander.

"I want you guys to meet someone else. This is your godmother and one of mommy's other friends." You say and sign.

"Okay mommy, who is it?" Adeline asks.

You point to Abby and they both turn. Abby kneels and starts to sign to them which you couldn't help, but smile at Alexander's excitement. He really struggled because it wasn't like everyone knew sign language.

You turn and see a hand outstretched in front of you. It was Gibbs. You take it and he helps you up. You turn to look at the twins who seemed to be in awe. You focus on Abby's hands and notice she is telling them about her lab. You laugh quietly. Both of your twins were in love with anything to do with science so you knew they'd be just fine with Abby.

Abby looks at you and grins before she takes their hands and goes to lead them to the elevator. You find yourself having an internal battle, wanting to go with them, but you managed to keep yourself rooted to where you stood. You feel a hand on your hip and turn to see Gibbs.

"They are with Abby. They are safe." He mumbles.

You nod, knowing he was right and he pats your hip twice as Tony excitedly announces since it's your case, your lead.

"We should start at my house. Lexi is a smart girl and she would've left clues. I know her. And knowing that man, he probably searched the house for the twins. But, Lexi told them to play that game when a stranger comes over. It's basically a game to them, but it's something I've done in case someone tries to get to the twins. They have a hiding spot. Lexi and I are the only ones aware of that spot." You explain.

"It's good you had that in place." Ziva says as you all head to the elevator.

"I know I probably seem like an overbearing mom and that I'm really overprotective, it's just...I worry. And Alexander can't hear what's going on and I know Adeline will talk to anyone and everyone because she doesn't understand the dangers of talking to strangers. She thinks I'm mean for saying we can't talk to people we don't know." You explain.

"Y/N, we aren't judging you. Your an amazing mother. You have no need to worry." Gibbs says softly.

You look at him for a moment and nod. You go with Gibbs to the car as the other three go to the van. You felt extremely stressed and nervous so when traffic hit, it was even more stressful.

"They arrived at the house. I'd try to get us out but we are blocked in." Gibbs says.

You sigh, running a shaky hand through your hair. He studies you for a moment before putting a hand on your thigh. You look at him and he smiles slightly.

"We will get her back." He says.

It was silent, his hand on your thigh and your brain was now running about your "school-girl crush" on him.

"Gibbs, I need to tell you something." You admit.

"I know." He says softly, grinning.

"You know?" You ask confused.

"I know." He says, the both of you looking at each other.

"Then what was I going to say?" You ask.

"That you like me." He says and your cheeks flush.

"Was it really that obvious?" You ask quietly and he chuckles.

"Trust me, I only know because I was looking for the same signs." He says, looking ahead.

"Wait, you like me too?" You ask.

"Mhm. After we wrap up this case and the other one we are working on, I'd like to have you over for dinner." He says.

"I'd like that a lot." You say softly, your cheeks flushing red.

"Alright, we got prints but that's all." Tony says once you arrive.

You walk into the house and look at the end table and grab the notepad.

"License plate." You say and Tony grabs it, looking at it confused.

"She etched it in?" He asks.

"You do what you have to do. Plus he would've saw it and I'm sure we would have found her already, just not the way we wanted." You say, doing your own investigation.

"Name." Gibbs says, grabbing a candy wrapped off the ground.

"She probably didn't think Bebe would've witnessed it all." You murmur as you knew who it was.

"What's this?" Tim asks.

You walk into the living room again and see the TV was glitching and you laugh. Soon Lexi's face was on the TV.

"Oh thank god. I knew you'd be there." She says.

"We are coming for you Lex." You say.

"The twins, are they alright?" She asks.

"Yes, they are. Are you okay?" You ask.

"A little roughed up, but you should see him." She says with a grin and you smile slightly.

"Just be careful. If he loses his temper, it will be bad. Don't antagonize. Just comply with whatever he says. I'm hurrying. Do you know where your at?" You ask.

"I kind of stole his phone and I'm using it to somehow hack into your router so that I can display this. I'm in the back of a truck. It's a semi-truck. It's been moving ever since he left. I don't know where he is taking me." She says.

"Did he say anything to you?" You ask.

"He's rambling. It's like he's having some psychosis episode." She says.

"He might've mentioned where he's bringing you though, Lexi. Think." Gibbs says.

"He said something about a desert and a cabin. He also said he was going to tattoo my date of death on me. That's what that tattoo on your thigh is, isn't it?" She asks.

"Yeah. He's taking you back to where everything happened with me. Okay. Listen to me. If I don't get there before he does the tattoo and the barrel, don't panic. Slow breaths. It will give us more time to find you." You say seriously.

"Barrel? What the hell did he do to you? And is he actually the twins' father? Were you guys dating or something?" She asks.

"He's a sociopath, Lexi. I was really hoping he'd do some ransom thing but clearly he is still just as delusional as he use to be." You say.

"Oh shit. I've got to go." She says and the video cuts out.

"I think we need to review your case." Gibbs says.

"He kidnapped me. He proceeded to SA me. Lexi is safe there. He happens to like (your hair color). She's (her hair color). However he doesn't like (her hair color). That was who we were finding in the barrels. Well, then he tattooed the day he thought I was going to die, but little did he know I had a whole team ready to bring me home. So, I wasn't in the barrel long. A few hours, but that's it." You explain.

Gibbs and you run in from the front, Tony and Ziva going in through the back with Tim following not long behind him.

"Zayn, where is she?" You ask, your gun on him.

"I want my kids. Give me my kids." He snaps.

"They aren't your kids. You'll never be a father to them. They are my kids and I'd be damned if you ever try to get near them again because if you try, I'll shoot you." You say lowly, further pressing the gun against his temple to get the point across.

"And they say I'm crazy." He laughs.

"She isn't crazy. She's a mother and a mothers love for their children is such a crazy thing because a mother would do anything for their child. She's fiercely in love with those kids and she will fiercely protect them, no matter what." Gibbs says, hooking his arm around your waist and pulling you back.

Tony arrests him and you step out of Gibbs' hold and head outside. You knew he wouldn't have put her close to the cabin. He would have gone a bit further out. But, it would be close enough to his property so he could see it. You get to the edge of the hill and look over it before something sparkles in the sun. You start hurrying down the hill as Gibbs yells for you to wait.

You kneel and grab it. It was her ring. You shove it in your pocket before digging around, pushing the sand away when you see the top of the barrel. You start to lift the lid and toss it to the side.

"Y-Y/N?" She whispers.

"Oh baby. It's okay. I'm here. I promised I would be here." You murmur as your team joins you.

Tony helps get her out of the barrel and you sit next to her. She leans her head against your chest before breaking into tears. You shush her softly, petting her hair.

"He told me what he did to you. He told me everything. Why did you lie to us? You went through all of that alone and had no help. And we were so hard on you because we thought you should've worked it out. We didn't know he did those things." She sobs.

"Lexi, shhh...I didn't say anything because I didn't want to be treated any different. Your okay and I'm okay. I didn't take anything you guys said to heart because I knew you guys didn't know." You explain softly.

"What do you think of my tattoo?" She says, trying to smile and you look at her leg.

"I think you've got one hell of a story to tell. Don't look at it and think of this. Think of it as surviving. Because you did survive something horrific." You said.

"I don't even feel scared. I never felt scared once because I knew you'd find me. I did what you said to. Slow breaths. Because I knew you'd find me. I don't even care about that tattoo. This should bother me more than it is, but it isn't." She says.

"You could be in shock." Tim says.

"No. Not in shock. Right, look at my pupils." She says.

"She's right. She isn't in shock. She use to be a nurse." You explain.

"Your a strong girl. And you know your aunt well. You knew she'd find you. You are very brave after today." Gibbs says.

"Can you walk?" You ask.

"I'm not going to lie, I think I sprained my ankle." She says.

"How did you do that?" You ask confused.

"I full on round house kicked him, but then I screwed up my footing. I sooooo could've got away if I didn't screw that up. It so reminded me of this movie. I felt like a total badass too. Then I ruined it." She says and you couldn't help, but laugh.

"Well come on. I'll carry you up." You say.

"What? You can't do that." She says.

"Piggy back ride? I think I can." You say.

After getting situated, you start up the hill with your team. You had Tony and Gibbs on either side of you, in case you lose your footing. Lexi was babbling on with Tim about some game.

You move off of Gibbs, laying your head on his bare chest as you move the sheets up to cover your bare body.

There was a comfortable silence between the two of you. It has been a little of six months since it had became official between you both. He stayed over at your house almost every day. You had been over to his house a few times, but you didn't like being away from the twins for long.

He noticed that and quickly made sure to make it your house that you guys went to most of the time. He found himself thinking about how you use to be so eager to get home and frustrated when you couldn't leave yet because of a case and yet, now he knew why you were so eager to get home. You had two wonderful kids that you adored fiercely and he found himself loving them just as you do.

"Okay, I've realized something." He murmurs.

"And what is that?" You ask softly, tracing random patterns on his chest.

"I'm so in love with you and I think it's time you become Mrs. Gibbs number five. Okay, you may end up Mrs. Gibbs number five, however I want you to be the last Mrs. Gibbs." He says.

"Wait...are you...purposing?" You ask, sitting up on your elbow to look at him.

"Not yet...I want to purpose the way you deserve it. But, what do you think?" He asks.

"I...I've honestly been wondering when your going to ask the damn question." You admit as you laugh softly and he joins you.

"Soon." He promises.

"I know you ain't crazy about the whole idea of getting married in front of people unless it's a judge, but if this is gonna be the only time I get married, I want the whole experience." You say and he chuckles.

"Then we better give you the experience because this is the only time you'll be getting married." He says and you laugh.

"Mrs. Y/N Gibbs...I like the sound of that." You murmur.

"Hm...me too. What about Adeline Gibbs and Alexander Gibbs?" He suggests and you cover your mouth as your eyes water.

"Y-You'd really want that?" You ask softly.

"Of course. I love them like they are my own. They are my kids." He says, his own eyes watering and you grin.

"I'd love that. And what about Luna Shannon Gibbs and Leroy Jethro-Arlo Gibbs?" You ask and he shoots up, looking down at you confused.

"Why are you trying to change the twins' names?" He asks.

"Well...actually. I'm not." You say softly.

It was quiet as he looked down at you with a confused look. You waited, smiling softly as you knew he was about to figure it out.

"Your pregnant...with twins?" He asks.

"Mhm." You hum.

"Wow...this is...amazing. For Luna...can we do Luna-Kate Shannon Gibbs?" He asks.

"Of course. I love that. Kate would be honored." You murmur.

"I miss her still. It's been almost what three or four years and I still miss her." He admits.

"I miss her too, Jethro. She was a good women, but she died doing what she loved most. She'll forever be remembered." You murmur, sitting up with the blankets wrapped tightly around your front.

He smiles, nodding in agreement.

"Mommy! Mommy! It's time to get up! It's our first day of school!" Adeline exclaims.

"Can we just keep them home forever?" You ask and he chuckles as he gets up to get dressed.

"No, we can't. Come on. You go shower real quick and I'll start breakfast. Then we will switch so that you finish it and I shower. Hopefully, we can all eat together and then we will take them to school and we will go work." He says.

You nod, sighing as you stand. You left the blankets on the bed and you look over at him to see his eyes on the tattoo from the unsub. You frown, covering it with your hand as you hurry to the bathroom and close the door. You heard him sigh and curse, but you needed a moment.

You were kind of sad that it was the twins' first day. You made sure to get plenty of pictures and now it was silent between Jethro and you on your guys' way to work.

"Baby?" He says.

"Hm?" You hum.

You were a little surprised he called you that. He typically only does when he's deep in thought or scared shitless. So, you clue it that he was deep in thought.

"I didn't mean to make you upset this morning." He admits.

"I wasn't upset." You say.

"You covered it and ran off to the bathroom like a dog with its tail between its legs." He deadpans.

"I wasn't upset though. I just...I wouldn't even say self-conscious. However, I know when you look at it, your putting every piece of what happened to me, together. You know what that date means. Anyone else will look at it and assume it's for someone or it's some joke. But, it's the day I was supposed to die. Plus, it kind of springs up memories on me. I need to get it removed, but I don't for the time for it and I don't want to be asked about it either." You admit.

"Baby, when I look at that...it just makes me realize what you've been through and how strong you are. You are a fighter and I love how strong and how brave and how fierce you are." He say and you smile slightly.

"I love you." You murmur.

"I love you too, hon." He says, grabbing your hand.

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the-froschamethyst4 · 3 months

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Could you please write some gaz x f reader smut? Maybe breeding kink or anything. There’s not much about him and he deserves more cause let’s me honest..HE IS HOT. 😻. Anyways thanks byeeee

Just a Thought

𖤐Pairing: Husband! Gaz x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐AN: I am SO glad I got something like this. Of course I will and I will deliver 🫡

𖤐Warnings: smut, breeding kink, language, P in V, eating out, fingering, married couple, dirty talking,

𖤐Summary: Kyle's friends all have kids, he's met them before and fell in love with the idea of having his own kids running around his home and taking after him and his wife

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Gaz was coming home from the base. The thought of having his own little family ran through his head.

Everyone he works with has kids. Price, Soap, König, Alejandro, Alex, hell even Ghost.

He has seen the way his friends are with their kids, and it hits him in the heart when he doesn't have kids running to him, wanting to be picked up and spun around when they come to the base every once and a while.

He parks in the driveway and opens the front door to his house. The house was dark with just one light from a room, it was his wife's home office.

His wife Y/n works from home every now and then. Today was just that night. He opens her door and saw her looking at a file and she looked up.

"Gaz, welcome home."

"Hey, angel," he walks to her and kissed her temple.

"How was work?" She asked, he takes his gear off and sat on the light grey chair in front of her desk.

"Boring," he bluntly says.

"How so?"

"Price's kids came and visit today...Y/n."

"Yes?" She looks from her file at Gaz. He placed his hands on his knees and leaned forward and his fingers interlaced with each other.

"Do you ever...want kids?"

"Kids? Gaz where is this coming from?"

"I want kids...with you obviously..."

"Gaz-"

"I want a little us running the house, I want them to come to the base every now and then running up to me, I pick them up and kiss them and love them...but..."

"KYLE! I understand..." Y/n gets up from her desk and walk to him. He leans back and lets her sit on his lap. Her arms went around his neck, she stares at him. "We can give it a try."

Immediately Gaz had picked up Y/n. Taking her to their shared bedroom and placing her on the bed, he starts stripping from his clothes kissing Y/n's lips and his hands traveling up her shirt and squeezing her breasts.

"Oh my god," she moans.

"I can't wait...to see your breasts swell with milk...for our baby," Gaz says in between kissing Y/n's breasts.

"K-Kyle," she moans.

His lips traveled down from her breasts to her stomach.

"I want to see this...this beautiful stomach grow...grow with our baby inside..." he says. Then he moves down to her thighs. "I want to see you...struggle to walk...seeing you need me..." he says. Kissing her thighs and biting her inner thighs.

Seeing the way he looks up at her and the way he comes back up close to her clit. Her skirt being bunched at her hips and her tights being ripped open.

Her heels hit his back and dropped loudly on the floor. He brings her legs up to his shoulders as he started to lick his lips and pulled aside her panties.

He then starts pulling the torn tights off and tossed them somewhere in the room.

"Kyle!" She moans, her heel of her foot accidently dug into his back, he groans but not in pain but likes the feeling of pleasuring his sweet wife.

Y/n's hands went to Kyle's hair pulling at his short hair. His tongue was like magic, she tossed her head back, her head resting in her soft pillow, her thighs wanting to close around his head.

"AH!"

Gaz instinctively smacks Y/n's thigh, definitely leaving a red mark on her thigh. He earns a soft moan from Y/n's lips.

Gaz smirks up at Y/n and looked at her soft face holding back a moan.

"Come on, mamas, moan for me, moan my name," he says with a smirk on his face.

He then moves up and kissed her lips. His hands went under her shirt and started to remove her buttoned shirt and then pulling her skirt off her lower half.

He lines himself up and started thrusting inside of her, quickly and wasting no time. Gaz kissed her lips as he was moving a bit faster.

"God, I can already see you pregnant and needing my help," he groans. He gets closer to her ear, her moans were soft and she could still hear him talking to her. "Your belly will get so big, carrying around our baby..."

"G-Gaz," she moans. She looks down at her back seeing a small scar and some on his shoulder. She leans forward and kissed his scarred shoulder and moaning into his shoulder.

His hands held her back, holding her against his chest, her arms around his neck, she looked like a koloa holding onto him for deer life. As he was thrusting as hard as he could and feeling her squeeze around him and loosening up and squeezing again.

She did it over and over, Gaz himself was a moaning mess.

Gaz leans back sitting on his butt as Y/n was bouncing on his dick, her hands resting on his shoulders, moving her hair from her face and just moaning as she stared into Gaz's eyes, both looking half dazed but still very, very, very active in their sex.

Gaz let Y/n do most of the work but will still thrust up every now and then. Her face was red as the thought of her being pregnant ran through her mind and how Gaz will act when she is big.

"Gaz," she moans.

"I know, I know, I'm close as well," he says, placing his hands behind her head bring her into a kiss and his other hand holding her ass and letting her grind on him now.

She holds Gaz's face kissing his lips and let out a breathy moan feeling cum leak inside of her and her cum dripping from her lower half.

Gaz holds her face to look into her eyes. "I hope our baby looks just like their mama." Y/n's face was red, Gaz was always a flirt for random compliments.

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5 Months later

Just as Gaz said, she would be begging for Gaz's help. Gaz had stayed home from the base and was helping Y/n around the house.

"Gaz can you do the dishes please? My feet hurt."

"Sure, my love."

"Gaz, could you be a dear and help me with the laundry?"

"Of course, little mama."

"Gaz, can you make dinner tonight, I'm too tired."

"I'm on it, love."

Left and right, Y/n would ask for Gaz to do something and he'd do it so willingly. And no argument, he knew better then argue with his pregnant wife.

Y/n sits on the couch rubbing her 5 month belly, she looks at the TV playing a random show she found.

Gaz smiled at his wife and continued dinner.

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A Year Later

Gaz was walking in the base heading to Price's office and once at the door, he hears some talking behind the door. The voices sounded familiar and then a tiny voice calling for her mummy.

"Mummy, when's is daddy coming?" Gaz knew that voice.

Gaz didn't bother knocking on Price's office and saw Y/n sitting on a dark brown chair in front of Price's desk and then a little toddler running to Gaz.

He placed his files down and quickly bent down picking his baby girl up.

"How is my little Skye?" Gaz asked.

"Good daddy," she smiles and wraps her arms around her daddy's neck.

"Are you behaving for mama?"

"Yes."

"Sometimes," Y/n says, getting up from the chair and kissed her husbands lips.

"Shall I give you three some time?" Price asked.

"No, it's fine, I came to give you this and head on," Gaz says as he placed his file down and picked his daughter back up and took Y/n's hand and headed outside of Price's office and were now outside.

Y/n and Gaz were talking as Skye ran up to Ghost and Riley. Skye was petting Riley as Ghost was showing Skye some of Riley's new tricks.

"Were you heading back home soon?" Gaz asked.

"Yeah, we wanted to come see you," she says, standing on her tippy toes and leaning forward and kissing his lips. "See you at home?"

"Of course, love," he says.

"Skye, baby, come on," Y/n says as Skye told Ghost and Riley bye and ran to Y/n taking her hand and heading towards Y/n's car.

"She's a beauty," Ghost says.

"I know...I'm lucky," Gaz says.

"Come on, you hound dogs," Price calls to them.

#cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod x reader #fandom #fanfic #call of duty #mw2 #cod #gaz x gn!reader #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost x reader #gaz x reader #gaz cod

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wellnoe · 1 year

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This is aperture au: an AU made up by Will (@boo-cool-robot, who did most of the plot and writing) and me (visuals) where Magneto takes a teen Scott in before Xavier, and Scott’s subsequent radicalization causes him to undergo a schism with x-men leader/lover jean after he eventually joins the team. Because if you really love characters, you just want them to have an ideological divorce!

The au is named after the code-name scott is given by magneto, which he returns to after the events of this comic (Aperture–like an opening for light to pass through, a focus in a lens.)

[Image description: Full color comic. Whole comic has a layout where each page has 3 columns. Jean is in the left column, and scott is in the right.

Page 1

Panel 1: Scott and Jean explore a grim, industrial, apparently abandoned basement lab. Jean inspects a peeled back vent cover. Scott bends down to open a filing cabinet drawer. Jean: "This is too clean to have been opened by a crowbar. Almost looks like how I would have used my TK a few years ago."

2: Scott leans back, back of his fist to his mouth in shock. He says: "Marvel Girl, you need to see this. Use my eyes. Please."

3: Jean turns, using her telepathy to look at the file Scott has found. Her telepathic eyes see what he sees. There is a Polaroid of young Scott and Alex. Alex smiles at the camera, while Scott holds his brother and glances away. Alex's file describes him as 'Yearly tag and release'.

The other page in the file has a letterhead reading “Home for Foundlings” and a logo depicting an abstract parent and child, forming a red diamond shape. Cut-off text reads, “Summers, Scott/Seong-Mi/S-...Impaired expressive speech and sound sensitivity worsened after 3 days of social ostracism from peers…electroconvulsion. Energy generation potential unaffected. Continued social impairment, likely auti…”

Scott has already turned toward a door, frowning.

4: Jean puts a comforting hand on Scott’s shoulder while he turns away from her. Scott (Telepathically): "I used to remember having a brother. He told me I was just confused, that I’d imagined him." Jean (Telepathically): "Who told you that?" Scott reaches to open the door. Scott (Out loud): "I don’t know, it was all…"

5: Scott, quietly: "Sinister."

They have stepped through into the next room, where Mister Sinister’s silhouette looms in the foreground, breaking the barriers between the three columns. Jean puts her arm out in front of Scott to shield him. Scott has shrunk in on himself.

Page 2:

Panel 1: Scott has his arms crossed. Jean, glowing with telepathy, puts a hand next to Mister Sinister’s head where he lies between scott and jean. Jean: "He can’t hear us. He’s in some kind of psionic trance. His body is here, but his mind is on the Astral Plane."

2: Scott: "So he’s vulnerable." Jean is startled: " What?" Scott: "We could end him here. Before he gets to-- anyone else. Before he gets to Alex again."

3: Jean’s telepathy flares, she is confused, but stubborn. Jean: "We’re X-Men, we can’t just kill someone defenseless. We won’t get anything out of him if he’s dead." Scott faces her, angry and disbelieving. Scott: "You really think if you [Telepathically: implicate, integrate] ask him, he’ll say anything that those files out there don’t?"

A figure approaches through the open doorway, obscured by Jean and Scott’s world bubbles.

4: Jean’s telepathy flare is the strongest yet. She is hurt, beseeching. she says: "The Professor taught us to give people chances. He gave you a chance when you joined the team." Scott is quietly angry. Scott: "Maybe if he were smarter, he wouldn’t have. You wouldn’t–..." Jean: "Are you saying you shouldn’t be here with me?"

The figure gets closer, raising a board to her shoulder.

5: The figure is revealed to be madelyne pryor, wearing the marvel girl dress, as she swings a board at Sinister’s head. She hits him with a “KRAK”. Telepathy flares out from Sinister’s form and from the panel as he’s hit. Jean and Scott watch her, Jean’s mouth open in shock, her telepathic eyes watching from Scott's eyes as well, while Scott looks untethered.

Page 3: Mads is in the middle column.

Panel 1: Jean and Scott reach their hands out towards Mads. Mads has her hands up in front of her. They are all frozen in place. Scott [Telepathically]: "Who is she?"

Mads [TP]: "I can hear them."

Jean [TP]: "She looks like me." Mads [TP]: "I was supposed to be her."

Scott [TP]: "She killed him. That could have been Jean." Jean [TP]: "Scott thinks it should have been me."

2: Mads flees past Scott, who is still frozen. Jean turns as Mads runs, half reaching out toward her. Mads [TP]: "I can’t be her. I can’t be here." The thoughts become disjointed, unattached from the people who are thinking them, hanging in the air of the room.

3: Scott runs after Mads. The unattached thoughts begin to fill the space between him and Jean: "I can’t be her, That could have been me, I can’t be here". Jean watches Scott, frozen in place, and starts to cry. Telepathic energy comes off her in waves. Scott [TP]: "That could have been Jean."

"I can't be here" repeats until it goes through the bottom of the panel and into the next panel.

4: Jean is still frozen, crying. Her hands are pressed to her head as she is crowded by the telepathic thought bubbles surrounding her. She gets stuck on bubbles repeating over and over:

"I can’t be here, I can’t be here, I can’t be here."

Page 4:

Panel 1: Jean is still surrounded by thought bubbles. She reaches into the middle pane and tears a black rip through it, telepathically and with her hands. Her head and hands flare with telepathy. The edges of the rip burn like fire. She is still crying, angry.

2: Thought bubbles disappear. Jean’s head is snapped back by the force of telepathic feedback. The black rip spreads wider, telepathic flame at edges, continuous with the previous panel.Scott, chasing Mads outside the lab, trips forward. Both Jean and Scott are losing control of their bodies, falling.

3: Jean and Scott both fall to the ground, unconscious, as the rip in the page spreads wider.

4: Black/end id]

#scott summers #jean grey #x men #boo-cool-robot #long post #my art #w.me #this took so long to do but it turned out good i think! the au is very fun

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statelysapphic · 8 months

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Made for Me

Alex Blake x Reader

Summary: After risking your life to save a victim, Alex shows you the comfort you need. Soulmate AU. Covers a square for @prentiss-theorem’s bingo!

Warnings: Typical BAU case talk, mentions of violence. Hurt/comfort. Slight angst.

A/N: I just thought Alex Blake deserved her own Soulmate AU, so I wrote one. I’d absolutely love to know what yinz think because I got SO carried away while writing this. But, I am happy with how it turned out. As always, feedback is always appreciated! Thank you<3

Word Count: 3k

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“What were you thinking?” Hotch gritted through his teeth, clearly trying not to lose his temper entirely. You knew he was more frustrated than angry, and you supposed he had every right to be. Instead of heading back to the precinct to wrap up an excruciating case, you were sitting on the back bumper of an ambulance, nursing a fresh oxygen tank, drenched and freezing. “Well?”

“Oh, that wasn’t rhetorical?” You quipped, moving the mask away from your face. “Figured it was a nice evening for a swim,” dripping in sarcasm.

“This isn’t the time.” Hotch snapped, rolled his eyes, and shot you a stern look. You weren’t having it, though, wishing until you were at least dry to reprimand you. You looked at him, disgust washing over you.

“Well, I was thinking about the unconscious, tied-up, redhead Nichols tossed off the dock, when none of the women in the county missing reports had red hair! He abducted her this morning, Hotch, she hadn’t even been missing long enough to file a report!”

“You unnecessarily risked your own life to ‘rescue’ a dead body from fourty degree water,” he barks back, not thrilled with your response. “The ME said she won’t be able to verify it until the autopsy, but she’s almost certain the victim was dead before she hit the water. Your decision was reckless and uncalc-”

“And what if she hadn’t been?” You interrupt. “What if she had still been alive and she drowned, huh? What then?” You knew you shouldn’t have been pushing his buttons like you were, but then again, he came in swinging. “I watched him toss her in the river and reach for his gun, Blake and I fired, and when he went down, I dove in after her. You may disagree, but I would do it again without hesitation.” You stood firm, reminding him that you were not the inexperienced agent you once were.

“I’d rather have river rescue only looking for one body as opposed to two. Get some rest. Wheels up at 8.”

You watched Hotch as he walked away and stopped to talk to Alex. Alex. She witnessed everything. She was still somewhat new on the team, but the two of you clicked instantly. You could listen to her talk about everything and nothing, for hours on end, and be simply enthralled every second. And though she was older than you, you had a lot of mutual interests. You also thought she was beautiful. For a moment, you wondered if she could be your soulmate, but that thought was quickly forgotten when you reminded yourself that she was married, and that almost no one actually finds their soul mate. You knew you weren’t lucky enough to be the one in a million. Besides, you and Alex had been working in tandem for the past month, and though you can’t recall specifics, you’re certain the two of you have touched at some point in passing, and you lacked a soulmark.

Dylan Nichols, the unsub, had been one of the lucky ones. His luck, however, ran out when his soulmate had an affair, left him, married the other man a few months later, and moved to Prague. Heartbroken and enraged, Nichols began abducting and murdering surrogates. Six of his seven victims had similar physical features to his estranged soulmate. The seventh woman, Anna, fell victim to his very rapid and extreme escalation. It was an exhausting case, and though you don’t enjoy having to play the role of executioner, you knew this was probably the best outcome.

“You look cold,” Alex said, catching your attention and breaking your train of thought, raking her eyes over your visibly shivering figure. Without another word, she held up a blanket, unfolded it, and wrapped it around your shoulders. “Here, I found this in the back of the SUV. It won’t dry your clothes, but it should help keep the wind off you until we get back to the hotel.” She smoothed out the blanket where it was lying on your shoulders, allowing her hands to linger for just a moment. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t struck with terror when you jumped into the river to save the victim. Even though it was spring, the water temperature was still near freezing. It was close to midnight if that hadn’t been enough, meaning the ordinarily murky water was pitch black.

“Thanks,” you said, grinning, trying not to focus too hard on Alex’s lingering hands. She was gentle, but firm. Possessive, almost. You examined her face as she took a seat beside you. She was trying to hide the worry, but you could see right through her. “You think I’m an idiot, don’t you?” You asked, preparing for her to lecture you just like Hotch.

“I think your dedication to your job is admirable,” she said, her gentle tone did not falter, “Just don’t make a habit of scaring me like that, okay?” She grinned, one hand still on your shoulder. Whether or not Alex would admit it, the physical contact was grounding her after the intense showdown with the unsub. She cared about you, she reminded herself that you were okay. “I’m going to go start the SUV, get it warmed up for you. Finish up with the paramedics and we can head back to the hotel.”

“You’re too good to me, Blake,” your chuckled, cracking a small grin, “Thank you, seriously. I’ll be there soon.” She smiled at you for a few seconds longer before she stood up and made her way to the car. You smiled as you covered your face with the oxygen mask, thinking only of the warm SUV (and Alex Blake) that awaited you.

The paramedics released you shortly thereafter. Alex drove you back to the hotel, but not before she stopped at the convenience store a few blocks away. You had been so lost in your own thoughts that you hadn’t realized you stopped. You didn’t even realize the car was in park until Alex closed her car door and walked into the store without a word. When Alex returned, she placed two small, styrofoam cups in your respective cup holders.

“What’s this?” You asked, picking up the cup and soaking in its warmth.

“I figured we could use some hot chocolate. You especially. It’s shitty convenience store hot chocolate, but it’s what I have to offer at the moment,” she said, “When we get back to Virginia, I’ll make you the best coco you’ve ever had.”

“Be careful, Blake,” you joked, “You may end up stuck with me at this rate. Thank you, I didn’t realize you were a world class hot chocolate chef.” Not that that was the worst thought in the world, spending the rest of your days with Alex. You imagined they would be filled with domesticity: Sunday grocery store trips, evenings in bed reading the same book (you’d buy two copies, of course) and comparing notes along the way, and people watching on the front porch together while you had your morning coffee. It felt easy, existing with Alex. She brought you a peace that only existed with her, and it was unlike anything you had ever known. Such a stark contrast from the day to day chaos of your job.

“You think I’d mind?” She asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking. “And I have to keep you on your toes somehow. The recipe is from my mother-in-law. Apparently James used to love it as a kid, but lost the taste for it as he grew older.” James. Right. The husband. Jealousy washed over you, and you quickly reminded yourself that she wasn’t yours. You didn’t understand how you formed such a connection with Alex in the month she had been with the BAU, but you felt drawn to her from the moment she walked into the bullpen. She was, undoubtedly, the most beautiful woman you had ever seen, and when you heard her voice, you thought you had died and gone to heaven. You wouldn’t say you were in love with Alex, but you were falling for her. There was no denying that.

You wondered if James was her soulmate, if she had a soulmark that beautifly painted her skin. It wasn’t something people talked about very often, many not even believing in such a thing, because of it’s rarity. You weren’t sure if it was appropriate to ask either, so you opted to stay quiet.

The ride back to the hotel was silent. You were too lost in your own thoughts to hold a conversation, and Alex could tell. This was a behavior you hadn’t exhibited before. She hoped you were just exhausted and that you hadn’t been traumatized by the evenings events, though she knew it was fueling your thoughts. She didn’t want to pry, but she was worried, so she parked the car and spoke up. “What’s on your mind, Agent?” She lightly teased, hoping it would help you open up, “And you can’t tell me nothing, because I can tell it’s something.”

“I guess,” you paused, wanting to provide a coherent thought while still being vague, “It’s the whole soulmate thing. I guess I just think it’s a little fucked up the universe handcrafted the perfect other half for every single person on Earth but couldn’t even make the bond between them unbreakable.”

“I supposed I’d have to agree with you,” she replied, pulling into the hotel parking lot “I also think it’s a bit cruel that the chances of finding ones soulmate is as low as it is. At least give people a chance.” You chuckled at her sentiment.

“Is James your soulmate?” The words are out of your mouth before you can even begin to debate asking her. Your eyes go wide and your stomach twists into a knot. Panicking, you manage, “Fuck, you don’t have to answer that. That’s super personal and I shouldn’t have asked.” Alex didn’t seem to be phased by your question, though.

“No, he’s not. And that’s okay,” she smiled, “But, secretly, there is a part of me that hopes I do someday.”

“Me too,” you replied, “Ever since I was little. I’ve always remained realistic about the odds of it actually happening, but I allow myself to dream a little.” You chuckled for a moment before lifting your styrofoam cup and pushing it towards Alex, “Here’s to dreaming, cheers.” Alex lifted her cup, bumping it into yours with a laugh.

“Cheers.” You both take hefty swigs of your now lukewarm hot chocolate before heading into the hotel for the night.

Conveniently, you had been bunked up with Alex for this case, so she was able to ensure you made it to bed safely. She walked you into the hotel room, her hand at your lower back, guiding you forward.

“Go take a warm shower and get out of those wet clothes. You’ll feel much better, trust me.” She took the blanket from you as you unwrapped yourself, and placed some fresh towels in your hand. You felt your eyes begin to well up and burn; the care she was showing you was unlike any you’ve received before. You felt safe and loved. You quickly turned your head to try and hide your emotion and made your way to the bathroom.

“Thank you again, Alex. I hope you know how much I appreciate your kindness.” you said before closing the bathroom door and clicking the lock.

Finally.

You were alone. Tears began to stream down your face as you looked at your reflection in the oversized bathroom mirror. You looked like hell. You were damp, muddy, and cold to the touch. Your lips, though returning to their normal pink, were still a light shade of blue around portions of their perimeter. All in another days work you think to yourself. You open the door to the walk-in shower and turn the water on to let it heat up. You inhaled deeply and closed your eyes as you began to remove your soiled clothes. Once your shirt and slacks were off, you made your way back over to the mirror to check for any cuts or bruises. Amongst your dirty form, however, sat two golden yellow and orange hand prints on either shoulder.

It can’t be. You stop dead in your tracks, unsure of what to do next. Instinctually, you rubbed your hand over your shoulder, trying to clean the print off, but it wasn’t working. Then you jumped into the shower, thinking the hot water and cheap hotel soap might do the trick. Of course that didn’t work, ruining your hopes it was just a sick prank or some sort. They were your soulmarks, and Alex was your soulmate. You knew instantly, remembering how she covered you up earlier. There was no denying it. Now you were faced with the task of telling her. You know it isn’t something you can hide forever. Panic takes over you. You know she wants to know who her soulmate is, and she deserved that, but you also know that she wouldn’t choose you. She said it herself, James wasn’t her soulmate, but she was okay with it. A knock at the door grabbed your attention.

“Everything okay in there?” She yelled,” You’ve been a while. I just started to worry, that’s all.” You hadn’t realized how long you had been in the shower, and now you felt guilty for keeping Alex up so late.

“All good, sorry, I’ll be out in a few.” You quickly turned the shower off and grabbed a towel to dry off. As you walked from the shower to the bathroom sink, you realized you forgot to grab your pajamas, so you were going to have to face this head on and nude. “Fuck,” you whisper to yourself. You looked back at your now clean reflection, admiring the marks on your shoulders. You couldn’t help but smile. Though you knew it would hurt like hell, you knew Alex deserved to know the truth. You took a deep breath and made your way into the room.

Alex was sat on her bed, hair pulled back in a clip, glasses hanging low on her nose, reading the book she usually saves for the plane ride home. She looked beautiful. You enjoyed this image of Alex for a moment longer. “Alex?” You said softly, drawing her attention away from her novel. She looked up at you and smiled. Her eyes flickered to each of your shoulders and then back to your eyes. Wordlessly, she placed her book on the nightstand, followed by her glasses, and stood from the bed. She slowly made her way over to you, never breaking eye contact. You were frozen in place, thoroughly studying her face. She didn’t seem to be upset in any capacity, nor was her emotion negative. She seemed curious and, dare you say, excited? The tightness in your chest loosened and your face flushed red.

Once in front of you, she paused for a moment before slowly raising her hands and placing them on your shoulders, perfectly covering your soulmarks.

“I knew it,” She whispered, smiling softly as tears prickled her eyes. “I knew you were made for me.” She moved one hand to cup your cheek, while the other remained on your mark. Alex had thought once or twice that you might have been her soulmate. There was no denying the connection she had with you, nor the attraction she felt towards you. And though she didn’t talk about it, she knew her marriage to James was over before she even started at the BAU. She cared about James, yes, but the two had grown apart over the years. She loved him, but she was no longer in love with him. You, however.

“I’m not sure what to say,” you replied, your smile wavering slightly. She was everything you wanted, but she was a married woman and your colleague, no less. You knew what you wanted, but you weren’t sure she would want the same. Would she think you were worth it? Alex noticed your hesitation, and pulled you closer. Her grip on you was possessive, as if she feared you would vanish from her arms.

“Tell me what you’re thinking, sweetheart.” You melted at the sweetness in her voice

and her choice of nickname. You would do anything she told you to, and that was a fact. “I need to know what’s going on in your head so that I can help.” She was so gentle. You knew if she rejected you it was going to hurt like hell and you didn’t want to risk losing a great friend.

“I don’t want to lose you, Alex. I know this changes things, but you’re too good of a friend to risk losing. You don’t even have to tell James. If you don’t have a soulmark already, I just won’t touch you and it’ll all be okay. But, I would be lying if I told you it wouldn’t hurt me. I care about you so much.” As you choked out your thoughts, you felt yourself begin to cry, but you didn’t stop yourself. Alex felt her heart breaking. “I wasn’t even going to tell you. I was going to try and hide it, but then I remembered what you told me in the car, and I didn’t think it would be right. I’m so sorry, Alex.”

“Sweetheart,” she says, interrupting your rambling, “Hold me.”

“What?” You weren’t sure you heard her correctly.

“I said,” she enunciated, closing the already small gap between the two of you, “Hold me. Please.” She grabbed ahold of your wrists and slowly wrapped your arms around her body. Your hands settled on her back knowing her soulmark would appear, and you pulled her close anyway, not that she could get much closer. You relaxed at her touch, as her hands returned to your shoulders and she rested her forehead against yours. “I want this,” she said, “Us. You and I against the world.”

“Alex,” you paused, “Are you sure? You have a husband and a stable life. I’m just me. This doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to.”

“I’ve been falling for you since the first case we worked on together.” she jumped in before you could get another word out, “I don’t think I’ve been more sure of anything. Besides, only an idiot would pass up a life with their other half.” She smiled and you followed suit. You were shocked that she felt the same, considering it seemed all odds were against you. The two of you stood in each others arms there for a few minutes, basking in the love and excitement of the moment, before you broke the silence.

“Alex?” You asked.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Kiss me,” You said. And without hesitation, Alex cupped your face and her lips were on yours. They were soft, like the fluffiest pillows money could buy. You fit perfectly together. No other kiss had ever felt anything like it, and you could tell Alex was pouring her heart and soul into it. You knew she was trying to tell you that this was real for her. You didn’t need much convincing though. Breaking the kiss, you smiled at Alex, and she smiled back.

“Let’s get some rest,” she whispered. And you did, better than you probably ever had before, thanks to Alex. She had fallen asleep laying on your chest with an arm around your waist. When you woke up the next morning, she was still in the same spot. You felt whole knowing that you had she wanted you just as you wanted her. Though you didn’t like to think about the future too much, in that moment, you knew there wasn’t anything you couldn’t do with Alex by your side.

#alex blake x reader #Alex Blake #criminal minds fanfiction #wlw fanfiction #raeswritingbingo #Mack Writes

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drghostwrite · 8 months

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Hey um… can we please get the Alex Vause x Reader from ages ago?? I’m desperate for new OITNB stuff…

My summer rewatch has me thirsty as hell.

Hehehe this is why I write... tbh I didn't think too many would be interested but I started it anyway just waiting for the right moment.

Summary: Alex Vause is the readers ex and reader is now a successful FBI agent married, with a baby on the way and they need Alex’s help with a case. what happens when two ex-lovers collide and now have lives of their own.

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You sat in the makeshift office of a conference room looking over the drawing boards and trying to make sense of the case at hand, your agents were out in the field and here you were reduced to scut paperwork because being 6 1/2 months pregnant doesn't coincide with proper fieldwork. You decided to stay back and look over the files one more time and hopefully pull out some leads, While looking over the files you got an idea, your ex-girlfriend, Alex Vause a glorified drug lord whom you met in prison.

Now to give backstory she made a deal that she could get on parole if she helped the prison with an undercover op but they told her only one agent was going in, happens that you were deep undercover and no one including prison staff knew about you. You quickly learned the rules of the yard and started to become pretty known as to not be messed with, at least one too many fights or turning the most sought-after advances away will do that. You took a liking to Alex quickly and she began to express feelings for you, when she got out and your operation was done you told her everything and she left Piper in the dust, you worked well for years until you got the offer to transfer with the bureau and work for the BAU and you took it and Alex didn't agree, resulting in a pretty bad break up.

---time jump---

Now you were watching as a uniform escorted her into one of the interrogation rooms, you saw as Emily and Reid quickly made their in and started the investigation but not five minutes later they were back out in the hallway, and Emily was bee-lining for you. You didn't tell anyone but JJ that you knew her and so you wanted to keep it that way.

"What's up Prentiss?"

"Our witness in room one doesn't want to talk."

"Lawyered up?" asked JJ.

"Nope she just doesn't want to talk to anyone, but ex-criminal and all I can see why."

"I'm sure I can sort something out, maybe me and Rossi or Derek." JJ offered.

"The tough guy act won't work on her," you said not looking up from the file you held in front of you.

"You sure because she's giving a pretty tough exterior in there." Emily explained.

"Trust me I know it won't work."

"Look Y/N I get that, and I get that you're in charge but I've been doing this longer, I'm sure one of us can get her to talk." Emily snapped back.

"Yea, Y/N can." JJ scoffed at Emily's response.

Emily and JJ exchanged looks, "Is there something there?"

JJ slowly looked at you as you nodded.

"Once upon a time....send her to my office instead." you trailed before laying the file down and making your way down the hall, pulling your jacket over your shoulders. You sat in your office at your desk and waited as soon as the door cracked JJ peeked her head in and allowed Alex to step through, at first you could see the tough exterior.

"I think SSA Sinclair has it from here so I'll step out."

"Thank you, agent Jareau."

You studied Alex as she explored your office, her back turned to you, "Unit Chief SSA Sinclair, so this is what you turned into, some big FBI hotshot, and let me guess Agent Jareau is your girlfriend, or wait is it Agent Emily Prentiss, the one that could pass for my sister." she said sharply

"Alex?" you gently replied, She turned at first her eyes were sharp until she looked at you and she could see your bump silhouetted by your tight tank and the jacket, the silver band that perfectly accented your tanned skin, immediatly her gaze softened almost showing hurt.

"You...You're pregnant."

"26 weeks..."

"And married?"

"Yea, she was great, you would've loved her."

"What did she do? ...would've?"

"She was a charge nurse at a local ER, she um passed away four months ago after I found out about the pregnancy."

"How?"

"She had cancer and the baby was a last resort, little did we know it would take two months before she passed."

"I...I...wow," she said speechless.

"Alex I'm sorry."

"For what, turning your back on me and getting everything you ever wanted... Y/N I never would've been able to give this to you."

"I wasn't asking you to..."

"Love, they never would've let you take the job if you were still with me. Director of an FBI task force and married to an Ex-drug lord, yeah right, a girl can only dream."

"Alex..."

"I'm sure that's not why you called me here though."

"No I need some help with this case, but please I want to talk."

"Okay, what's the case about?" you explained the case to her and talked over it for a couple hours before you figured out a lead and quickly alerted the team, you made sure they knew that you were still working on some things so even though they can go look into it you'd stay behind.

"So back to earlier, you wanted to talk?" Alex brought your past statement back up.

"Umm... yea I think we ended things roughly."

"I mean we did but what is there to talk about."

"Alex..."

"Y/N I'm still in love with you, I still think about you. You were one of the best things to happen to me, I had Piper yes, but we were so toxic to each other and I left her for you. You showed me a whole new side of myself one that I really embraced and I still do, you showed me how to love and I owe you everything for that."

"I... I don't know what to say." you looked into her eyes that filled with longing.

"Alex I still love you, I would've moved heaven and earth to marry you and be here with you today."

"See and that's the problem, you were so strong and driven, I knew they would take your career if you married me so I had to end things."

"You knew... how could you know that?!" you bit back.

"Because Y/N I lived in the real world not this protected career minded, innocent bubble."

"And you're saying I did... I would rather be happy then spend my life wondering."

"So you're not happy, with your big job and fancy office?"

"I didn't mean that." you stood to your feet.

"So what did you mean, you would've been happy living a life married to a criminal because that was our future, no promotions, no fancy offices or houses or cars, none of it."

"But I would've been with you..." you yelled back cutting her off, "God, don't you get it, I would've been with YOU, Alex." Before you could say anything else she stood over you and her lips were on yours, she placed her hands on your hips pulling you closer and deeper into the kiss. Your baby bump brushed against her waist and it sent shivers down her spine, if only that was her baby in there, she deepened the kiss more and backed you up laying you on the couch, she ran skilled fingers down your sides, as you arched your back pressing your bump into her again. You then pulled away, "Alex, I don't..."

"Oh My God You're wife... err ex-wife... or I'm sorry." she panicked.

"It's not your fault."

"No I shouldn't have done that, I mean Jesus you're still wearing the band." she placed her head in her hands.

"Alex, look at me," you held her hand, " I wear the band in remembrance she would want me to be happy, in fact, she told me on her deathbed that she wanted me to find someone to be happy with again."

"But Y/N the job, and the baby, you don't want me."

"I want nothing more than you. The job I can make arrangements with, the bureau is hiring ex-criminal consultants for some high stakes departments, and the baby, well it's going to need more than one parent to help raise it." You slowly grabbed her hand and lowered it so she could feel the baby move.

"Really?"

"If you're up for getting to relearn some things I think I'm willing to give it a shot."

"If it means I get to have you back then I'm willing to do anything," she said pulling you into a hug.

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For my other requests they are currently being worked on as fast as possible but I'm working on a pretty big one and it might be multiple parts.

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some early fluffy msr featuring once again a very tired scully and a worried mulder. if i end up writing more vignettes like these i might start posting them on ao3. this is set a few days after the first pfaster incident.

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Mulder should really wake her up.

Not only is sleeping on the desk incredibly uncomfortable—speaking from a lot of experience—but he also knows that her first reaction to realising she fell asleep at work will be shame. She is slumped over in her usual chair, angled towards him and with her back to the door; every now and then she makes a little noise and buries her face deeper into the cradle of her arms.

Her blazer has ridden up her back and her blouse with it, revealing not soft skin but a deep-blue, slowly healing bruise. There are several more littering her entire body, and Mulder has caught her wincing or hissing in pain more times than he can count, swallowing the needle of guilt that comes with it. The memory of her sobbing into his chest is at the forefront of his mind, impermeable and achingly bright, and he regrets not shooting Pfaster dead right where he stood.

Scully had insisted on going back to work and shrugged off any and all attempts at getting her medical attention, eventually telling him to 'leave her alone or so help me god'. Not wanting to push, he had, and yet, seeing the shadows under her eyes match her bruises more and more, he wishes he had said something—anything—if just to make sure she is not hurting more than can be avoided.

It is not difficult to guess what exactly is keeping her up at night, and this is not the first or the last time a harrowing experience haunted them all the way home. Nightmares are as much part of the job as paperwork, and he would carry it all for her if he could.

Mulder watches her lips part for a sigh, a week's worth of fatigue finally catching up with her, and his indecision disappears entirely. He quietly pushes back his chair and tiptoes around their office, first taking the phones off the hook, then switching off their cellphones too. If anyone wanted something from them (and 'anyone' was almost exclusively Skinner), they were going to have to wait.

After locking the door, he turns off the ceiling light, picks up his coat, and gently drapes it over her shoulders; the heavy fabric wraps around her like a cocoon, making her appear even smaller than she already was. Shifting for a few seconds, Scully seems to adjust to the new weight and influx of warmth, but she quickly settles again with sleep softening her features. Hesitantly, Mulder reaches out and tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear, disproportionately endeared by the content noise he gets in response.

In the late afternoon twilight, her red hair is littered with specks of gold, and he cannot resist the urge to run a palm over the back of her head to smooth it down further. Leaning in, he presses a tender kiss on her temple, murmuring "_sweet dreams"_ before he can second-guess himself.

Mulder knows he cannot change what happened or the lingering trauma she is inevitably struggling with, but he can allow her to get the rest she needs, if just for a little while, his gaze never straying far from her. No uninvited visitors disturb her peace, and he busies himself with expense reports and filing while she naps.

The sun sets, the moon rises, and a handful of hours later, he catches her lashes fluttering and fingers twitching as she finds her way back to consciousness.

Contrary to his initial assumption, Scully doesn't seem to feel embarrassed or uncomfortable, but rather leans back and pulls his coat tighter around herself. Her eyes are clear, and he can spot the beginning of a smile tugging on her lips. He breathes against the sudden wave of anxiety washing over him, worried that he somehow overstepped.

"Better?"

Scully nods, letting out a puff of air and looking away as a blush rises to her cheeks.

"Thank you," she whispers, extending her arm to take his hand, which was starting to make a mess of the files without him noticing. Mulder squeezes it in return, his thumb unconsciously drawing circles along her knuckles. Unsure of how to deal with the emotions surging between them, he bites back the joke on his tongue and settles for honesty instead.

"If you ever—you can call. Anytime. Odds are I'm probably up anyway, and if-" he stumbles, mentally preparing himself to see her walls slot back into place, but she is meeting his gaze with steady, familiar affection.

"If that's something I can do, please. Let me."

Scully squeezes his hand one more time before pulling back, carefully pushing herself upright. His coat is swallowing her, merging her with the creeping shadows on the wall, and her hair is a flame, drawing him in like a moth to the light. His light.

"Dinner? Your choice."

Mulder smiles, recognising the offer for what it is: gratitude and affirmation wrapped in one.

"Let's go."

(When Scully calls him later in the early morning hours, they end up falling asleep together, and seeing her lively and infinitely less tired at work is worth the phone bills he continues to amass over the next few weeks.)

#alex writes x files #txf #the x files #x files #dana scully #fox mulder #scully x mulder #mulder x scully #msr #txf fanfic #msr fanfic

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frogsmulder · 2 months

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From the ship number ask: M/K 46.

I’m already looking forward to what you’re going to come up with! 😋

46 …out of envy or jealousy.

He Works Alone

during sleepless krycek has a heated argument with mulder; 1.1k words; rated e; tagging @today-in-fic and @leonardbetts

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Alex follows Mulder out of the morgue, playing catch up to the quick clip of his oxfords in the tiled floor. He jogs up to him before he can reach the double doors to the main hallway; his own footsteps an indignant outcry for Mulder to slow down which goes ignored. He finally gets him to listen with a hand to grab his shoulder, spinning him around to face him. There is a vexed look upon Mulder's face as if he had been persecuted before Alex could say a word.

Wary, Alex takes a breath and tries yet fails to keep the bite from his voice. “Hey, so what was that in there?”

“What?” Mulder's eyes search his for clarification; almost the perfect picture of innocence.

He shakes his head slowly, incredulously. “You and agent…”

“Scully?”

“Yeah,” he chuffs half a laugh. “Do you usually get your pathologists by special request?”

Mulder glances at the hand still on his shoulder and Alex retracts it suddenly feeling his palm grow clammy. Mulder levels a stare at him, a strange cocktail of warning and attempted comprehension. As the seconds pass, Alex is caught in the tide of his dark eyes and feels his mouth dry and his cheeks flame under the scrutiny.

Mulder turns around and continues to walk before he answers, “She's just a friend; we used to work together.”

Alex stands his ground. “Just a friend, huh?”

The speed with which Mulder whips back around to point a finger almost stuns him. “What are you trying to say?”

Alex looks away and licks his lips. “Did you not see the way she looks at you, Mulder?”

“Careful there, you almost sound jealous.”

He laughs and shakes his head. “Look, I don't care how you go about finding leads in this investigation; I know your methods are…”

“What?” Mulder steps closer. “Spooky?” His eyes dart darkly between both of his, searching. “Like I haven't heard that before. You'll have to try harder to insult me Alex.”

“I was gonna say unconventional–and I'm not trying to insult you. All I'm saying is I'd like to be kept in on this investigation.”

“You were there.” His voice scratches low and quiet, earnest.

Alex squares up to him. “You were keeping such close quarters I didn't hear a thing you said!” he hisses. “Whispering? Like she was the only other person in the room? You had your backs turned to me; I couldn't even read your lips.”

Mulder scoffs, the hot air tickling Alex’s face. “Now this right here–” he jabs a finger into Alex’s sternum– “this is why I work alone.”

Emboldened, Alex leans into the contact, forcing Mulder back. “But you don't! You were working with agent Scully just fine!” A pause hangs between them; the silence only filled by his ragged breathing. Alex makes the mistake of looking down at Mulder's lips. He closes his eyes, restraining, yet the thought lies hot and heavy at the forefront of his prefrontal cortex. The thought dares him to lean forward but instead he backs away; his best attempt to break the tension. “Look, man, all I'm asking for is a chance.”

His shoulders are suddenly grasped firmly and Mulder’s accusatory whisper rings in his ears. “You are jealous, aren't you?”

Finally snapping, Alex shoves him against the wall, his arm to Mulder’s throat exercising every inch of his strength over him. He hesitates only briefly, questioning whether he is really going to do this but the flush to Mulder’s cheeks decides for him. He crushes his lips to Mulders’ coaxing the reaction he wants out of him, the one he knows is there somewhere buried beneath his love for that pathologist.

Surprised, Mulder reciprocates briefly before pushing Alex away to the middle of the corridor, leaving him stranded in the open.

For the smallest of seconds, he is afraid Mulder will sock his jaw. He watches his taut body for any hint of what will happen next. His hands resting at his sides don't curl into fists but flex outwards as if trying to dispel a feeling harbouring there.

Mulder then strides forward, taking Alex in one swift motion, pushing him to the other wall pressing his body to the brick. His tongue licks as teeth nip at Alex's lips and it's Alex's turn to gasp in surprise: a fatal mistake as Mulder closes in. Hand spread on Alex's chest, Mulder digs his fingers in. Alex can't stop his eyes rolling back and a groan in his throat as Mulder flexes his hips into his own.

Grasping his slender hips, Alex turns them and drops to his knees, making quick work of the pants’ fastening. His own gut clenches and his heart pounds at being eye level with Mulder's crotch. He curls his fingers into the elastic of his boxers and yanks them down, freeing Mulder's burgeoning erection. In his hands, Mulder grows and against his lips he twitches. Alex looks up through dark eyelashes as he teases the head of Mulder's cock with his darting tongue.

He wraps his lips around his cock and sucks him deeper into his mouth, watching as Mulder's head tips back against the wall, his chin pointing upwards and his neck stretching gloriously, so that Alex can see his Adam's apple bob when he swallows. He hears every puff of air that passes Mulder's slack lips and imagines his eyes screwed shut in perfect agony. He takes his time, slowly teasing every inch of pleasure from him in a play for power that is intoxicating. He’s impressed with Mulder’s size, with his pretty cock; he’s seen plenty to know the difference and the way Mulder sits heavy on his tongue is a sweet satisfaction. He hums his appreciation as he watches it disappear beyond his lips.

Another hiss from Mulder and his hands are tugging in his hair, encouraging him to be quicker, harder, rougher. Alex brings a hand to the base of his cock, squeezing tightly while he digs the fingers of his other hand into his ass cheek, pulling him forward. Mulder’s grunt spurs him on.

With a gasp, Mulder jerks his hips forwards as he comes, and Alex doubles down, taking everything he has. After licking his softening cock clean, Alex lets him hang open in the cool air, pulling on a cool mask of indifference over his emotions; as if the taste of his cum wasn’t still toying with his taste buds and his own heart wasn’t pounding in his chest all the way down to his own hardon that desperately begged attention.

He stands and is face to face with Mulder, smirking at his flushed cheeks. Head still resting against the wall, Mulder looks back at him, panting, “I could have you reported, Krycek.”

“I may be a green agent, Mulder, but this isn't my first rodeo.” He wipes the corner of his mouth with the pad of his thumb and then sucks it into his mouth salaciously, hollowing his cheeks for a punctuated effect. “I'll be back at the car when you need me.”

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Sam, Interrupted

Masterlist pt 1

Masterlist pt 2

*(y/n)'s POV*

"You were referred to me by a Dr. Babar in Chicago." Dr Fuller said to me and the boys after he read through some files and looks up at us. "That's right." Dean said. "Isn't there a children's book about an elephant named Babar?" Fuller asked. "I don't know. I don't have any elephant books. Look, Doctor, I-I-I think the doc was in over his head with this one." Dean said and he points at Sam. "'Cause my brother is..." he said and makes a crazy sign, circling his finger at the side of his head and whistling.

"Okay, fine, thank you. That's-that's really not necessary." Fuller said, raising his hand. Then he grabs his file and notepad. "Why don't you tell me how you're feeling, Alex?" Fuller asked Sam, who sighs. "I'm fine. I mean, okay, a little depressed, I guess." Sam replied and Fuller writes in his notepad.

"Okay. Any idea why?" Fuller asked him. "Probably because I started the apocalypse." Sam said and that seems to catch the doctor's attention. "The apocalypse?" Fuller said, confused. "Yeah, that's right." Sam said and Fuller looks at me and Dean.

"And you think you started it?" Fuller asked Sam as he turns to look at him again. "Well, yeah, I mean...I killed this demon, Lilith, and I accidentally freed Lucifer from hell. So now, he's topside, and we're trying to stop him." Sam said and Fuller looks at me and Dean again, like he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Who is?" Fuller asked us as he nods to Sam. "Me. A-and them." Sam said as he points at us. "And these two angels." He said. "Angels? You mean, like a...like an angel on your shoulder." Fuller said. "No. One of them is named Castiel. He wears a trench coat." Sam said. "And the other is named Ariel. She has bright orange hair."

"Isn't that the name of the Little Mermaid?" Fuller asked and Sam shrugs as I bite my lips, holding back laughter. Then the doctor goes back to taking notes. "See what I mean, Doc? The kid's been beating himself up about this for months. The apocalypse wasn't his fault." Dean said and Fuller looks at him. "It's not?" Fuller asked. "No. There was this other demon, Ruby. She got him addicted to demon blood, and near the end, he was practically chugging this stuff." I said and Fuller looks at Sam, who looks ashamed.

Fuller then looks back at me and Dean. "My brother's not evil. He was just...high...yeah? So, could you fix him up so we can get back to traveling around the country and hunting monsters?" Dean asked and the doctor puts up a finger for us to wait. He picks up his phone and dials an extension. "Irma...cancel my lunch." he said and hangs up as Dean pats Sam comfortingly on the shoulder.

"Doctor Fuller would like to keep you three under observation for a couple of days." The nurse tells us as she leads us down the hallway. "The three of us? Me and her, too?" Dean asked her as he gestures between me and him. "Yes, Sugar. The doctor thinks that would be best." the nurse said and the boys and I give each other victorious smiles.

"Alright, I'm just gonna give you a little check-up." the nurse tells me as she wraps a blood pressure cuff around my right arm. "Do whatcha gotta do." I said, sighing, as she checks my blood pressure then she removes it and puts the tool away.

"Alright, pull down your pants and hop up on that table." The nurse said and I, quickly, raise my head towards her. "Wait, what? What for?" I asked, panicked, and the nurse grabs a glove and snaps it on, smiling at me. And I felt really uncomfortable.

Later, I walked out of the room and see Dean leaning against the back of a couch, wearing patient scrubs, shoes and blue robe which is similar to the ones I'm wearing. Sam was standing in front of Dean and it looked like it they were talking. Both of them look up at me as they hear my footsteps, my arms folded against my chest and my shoulders hunched.

"How did it go for you, sweetheart?" Dean asked and I let out a shaky sigh. "I have been through a lot of crap and never have I ever felt this violated in my life." I grumble. "What about you two?" I asked. "Yeah, my nurse was very through." Dean said, looking frazzled. "Me too." Sam said, just as uncomfortable as I feel.

Minutes later, Dean, Sam and I look around the lounge, seeing the other patients including one female patient playing with a pink bunny. "I can't believe you talked us into this." I grumble to Sam. "Hey, it's the least we could do. Martin saved Dad's ass more times than we can count. He's a great hunter." Sam said. "Was. Until Albuquerque." Dean mutters.

"Besides, I just figure it's best we keep busy. That's all." said Sam. "Better than what?" I asked him. "Nothing." Sam said and I motion at him for more. "Okay. Look...um...last few weeks, you've kind of been worrying me." Sam said to me and I roll my eyes. "Oh, come on, Sam. Stop. Look, just because we're in the loony bin doesn't give you the right to head-shrink me." I said, in annoyed exasperation.

"(Y/n)..." Sam mutters. "Ellen and Jo dying--Yeah, it was a friggin' tragedy, okay? But I'm not gonna wallow in it." I said. "You can't just keep this crap in, (y/n)." Sam said, worried, and I scoff. "Watch me." I spat at him. “Look, I know you like getting in touch with people’s feelings, man. But trying to get someone to talk when they don’t want to, isn’t gonna do you or them any favors. Just back off. (Y/n) will talk when she wants to." Dean said and I look over at Dean. "Thanks, Dean." I muttered while Sam looks annoyed.

I turn away from Sam as Dean looks over at a table nearby. "Oh, there he is." Dean said and we walk over to a table where Martin sits, staring out the window. Sam clears his throat, and Martin looks at them.

"Sam, Dean, wow." Martin said as he stands and shakes Sam's hand. "Wow, you boys got big. You look good." Martin said to the boys. "Thanks. You do, too, Martin." Sam said and Martin shakes Dean's hand and shakes it. Then he turns to me. "I'm sorry, I don't believe I know you." He said and Dean places a hand on my shoulder.

"You've heard of (f/n) (l/n)?" Dean asked Martin. "Oh, yes! I've heard of him. Your father mentioned him a lot. Didn't get a chance to work with him, though." Martin said. "Well, this is his daughter." Dean said then Martin smiles and takes my hand. "Uh...Well, thanks for coming." Martin said as we shake hands then he motions for us to sit.

Dean and Martin sit at the table while Sam and I get a chair and pull it up, sitting. "In the old days, I could've taken care of this thing with both hands tied behind my back...but, well...now..." Martin said. "What do you think it is that we're hunting?" Sam asked him. "I don't know yet. A ghost, demon, monster...animal, vegetable, mineral." Martin chuckles. "Hospital's had five deaths in the last four months. Doctors keep calling it suicides, but they're wrong." Martin said.

"So, you've seen this thing?" I asked him and Martin shakes his head. "Has anyone seen this thing?" Dean asked. "Well, a couple patients have, uh...had glimpses, but there's not a lot to go on." Martin said. "Are they reliable?" I asked. "Oh, sure, why wouldn't they be?" Martin asked and I look around at a female patient, who is dancing and humming.

Then I look back at Martin. "Gee, I don't know." I said, with sarcasm. "I know you three think I'm a bag of loose screws. Now, you wouldn't be wrong. But I wouldn't have called you unless there was something here. I can feel it in my gut." Martin said then the boys and I exchange looks before we look back at him.

"We believe you. Have you checked any of the bodies? Found signs of an attack?" Sam asked. "Well, uh, no...I don't go around dead b-b-b-bodies anymore." Martin said, flinching.

"Alex, Eddie, Joan." a voice said and the boys and I turn to see Dr Fuller standing behind us. "Well, I'm glad to see you're making friends. Why don't you and, uh, Mr. Creaser join us for group? Please. Right this way." Fuller said and we all stand. Martin, Sam and I walk over to the doctor and I look over my shoulder to see Fuller stopping Dean.

"Actually, I'm gonna be putting you in the afternoon group." He tells Dean. "What? Why?" Dean asked as Sam looks over at Dean. "Well, to be frank, uh, the relationship that you have with your brother and your girlfriend seems dangerously codependent. I think a little time apart will do you three good." Fuller said then he walks away.

The boys and I watch him go, confused. Then Dean waves goodbye to us.

Sam, Martin and I sit in a circle with Dr Fuller and a few other patients. "Alright, so...who would like to start us off?" Fuller asked and one guy raises his hand. "Anyone else?" Fuller asked, obviously a bit annoyed as the guy raises his hand a little higher.

"Alright, Ted. Calm down." Fuller said and Ted lowers his hand. "I am calm. And I'd very calmly like to talk about the monster that's hunting us." Ted said and I raise an eyebrow at this. "Ted, we're not going to have that discussion again." Fuller said while Sam and I exchange looks, intrigued. "It's not good for group." said Fuller.

"I agree. You know what else isn't good for group? A monster eating all our faces off." Ted said, worried. "Alright, fine, thank you. Now, anyone else?" Fuller asked but Ted continues. "I saw it...when it killed Susan." he said. "I did, too. It had big lobster claws." another patient said. "No, it didn't." Ted said, annoyed.

"Yeah, and it was an alien, like on X-Files." Another patient said and Ted becomes angry. "Stop it. Stop helping. Listen to me. We're all dead!" Ted yells. "That's enough." Fuller said then he leans forward and takes off his glasses. "There is no monster." Fuller said and I look at him.

"Now, Ted, do you need me to call the orderlies.." Fuller said and Ted shakes his head. "...or can you behave?" Fuller asked and Ted nods. "Behave." he said and Sam and I exchange looks again while Martin looks over at us.

Later, Sam and I walk out to the hall and see Dean following several patients down the hall, his hands in his pockets and staring at the floor. He looked kind of depressed. "Dean, hey." Sam called out and Dean turns to us and I frown. "You okay?" I asked him. "I just got thraped. So, no, I am not okay. Tell me you guys found something." Dean said.

"Yeah. A guy says he saw the creature. We should talk to him. You wanna meet here in an hour?" Sam asked Dean. "Yeah, sooner we take care of this thing, sooner we can get gone. This place gives me the creeps." Dean said. "Yeah, same here." I said just as Dean turns around and a girl comes up, puts a hand on the back of his head and kisses him.

Anger flared in my chest and I grab the woman off of him. "Hey, back off!" I growled as I push her away from Dean and stand in front of him. "He's off limits." I stated as the girl looks at me, terrified, then she runs off. I huff out a sigh as Sam raises an eyebrow at me and I turn to Dean, who had a small smile.

"What?" I asked him. "You being jealous..." he said, pointing at me. "...will never not be hot." He said and I roll my eyes at him. "Let's just get this over with before I lose my mind." I said as I stomp pass the boys down the hall.

Later, Dean and I were waiting on Sam until he walks out of his cell with a lock-pick in his hand. "Well, it's about time. Nurses are on their rounds. We got, like, fifteen, twenty minutes." I said and Sam rolls his eyes.

"So, where is this guy?" Dean asked. "Room 306." Sam replied and we head down the hall towards Ted's room. As we round the corner, we hear Ted screaming. We rush to Ted's door and look in the window while Sam begins to pick the lock.

"Hurry up! Come on, hurry up!" Dean yells at Sam as we see Ted's feet slam against the window. "Back off, Dean!" Sam shouts as he looks up at him. Sam returns to picking the lock, and then we lunge into the room to find Ted hanging from a pipe in the ceiling, a tied bed sheet around his neck.

The next day, we sneak into the morgue and Dean opens Ted's drawer and pulls him out. I pull back the sheet and start feeling Ted's head while Sam searches his hands. Then I find two holes just behind Ted's ears. "Hey, I think I found something." I said.

"What do you got?" Dean asked me. "Right here." I said as I point out the holes then I turn to Sam. "Hey, Sam, give me a hand." I said and Sam hands me a long Q-tip from a table and I stick it far into the hole. "This hole goes all the way through to his brain." I said. "What does that mean?" Dean asked.

"Let's find out." Sam said and Dean and I look up at him to see he is pointing at a bone saw. "Seriously?" Dean and I asked and Sam looks over at Dean. "You might want to keep watch." he tells him and Dean backs off and walks outside of the morgue.

Sam grabs the bone saw then goes over to Ted and places it at the top of his head. I wince as he saws at the top of Ted's head the he takes it off then removes his brain, which was a small, hard, black thing.

"What the...?" I asked as we looked at it but then Dean comes in. "Guys." He said, in a warning tone. "Look, his brain's been sucked dry." Sam said as he holds up the brain. "That's fascinating. Somebody's coming." Dean said and we hurry to clean up. Sam puts Ted's brain back in his head and back on.

Dean rolls Ted back into his drawer as Sam and I remove our bloody gloves and throw them in the trashcan just as one of the nurse walks in. "What are you three doing in here?" she asked us and we stand there, I couldn't think of what to say or do. And then that's when my wonderful boyfriend shrugs and pulls down his pants, and throws his arms over his head.

"Pudding!" he exclaims and he does a little jump while I close my eyes for a moment and question everything in my life. The nurse smiles at Dean then said. "Alright, come on, you three."

Dean smiles goofily and pulls his pants back up. As he heads for the door, Dean turns back towards us. "Crazy works." he whispers to us and he walks off. Sam and I share a quick glance before we follow him out. The nurse chuckles as she follows us out the door.

Later, in the lounge, Martin, Dean, Sam and I look at paintings of clowns on the walls.n"Are those original Gacy's?" I joked as I chuckle. "I painted those." Martin said, a bit offended. "It's good." I said and Sam shakes his head.

"Back on point, please. Um...so, whatever this thing is...It Slurpees your brain, sucks you dry." Sam explains. "Yeah, then it makes the deaths look like suicides. Any ideas?" Dean asked Martin. "Yeah. A bad one." Martin said then he shows us a drawing in his journal.

"What is it?" Dean asked. "Well, I bet you a chicken dinner it's what we're up against...a wraith. They crack open skulls and feed on brain juice." Martin explains. "You ever tangle with one before?" Sam asked. "Never. Never wanted to, neither." Martin said.

"So, how do we kill it?" I asked him. "Silver. You so much as touch a wraith with the stuff, and the skin will crackle. Now, that's the good news. The bad news is...they can pass as humans." Martin said then we look around the room. "It could be any Peter, Paul and Mary in the joint." Martin said. "Fantastic." I muttered, annoyed.

"So, how do we find it?" Dean asked. "A mirror. Lore says a wraith will show its true form in a mirror." Martin said. "Okay, well, we just gotta spot check every patient and every staff member." Dean said and Sam and I nod. "Okay. Yeah. But--I mean, what's it doing in a mental hospital?" Sam asked. "A nuthouse; it's-it's-it's a perfect captive victim pool." I pointed out. "Sure. Who's gonna believe a patient when they say they saw a monster? It's the perfect hunting ground." Martin said

Later, Dean told us that Fuller was the wraith as he saw his true form in the mirror. So he, Martin and I wait in the hall until Sam walks up to us. "Alright, I had to raid three nurses' stations to get these." Sam said and he hands Dean a letter opener. "They're only silver-plated, but they should work." Sam said as he hands Martin another hand letter then hands me another.

Then the girl that kissed Dean starts heading our way. "Oh, no you don't..." I said to her when she walks up to Sam, pushes him against the wall and starts kissing him. Dean and I watch in shock while Sam looks flustered, waiting for the girl to finish.

"I want him now." the girl said then she looks at Dean. "He's larger and free." She said then she walks away. "Hm." Dean and I hum and Dean shrugs at Sam. "You've had worse." Dean said and Sam scoffs.

"Fuller is on call tonight, so we'll have to hit him after lights out. All four of us." Sam said. "What? No." Martin said, a bit panicked. "Martin, we gotta get past security, past the orderlies, and then cut the boss-man's throat, okay? It's gonna suck start to finish, but we could use the backup." Dean tells Martin. "Oh, I can't. I can't." Martin said then he begins to walk away.

"We know what happened in Albuquerque." Sam tells him and Martin stops. "You don't know the half of it." he said and he turns to us. "God, I used to be just like you three. I used to think I was invincible, and then...Well, I found out I'm not." he explained. "Martin, you're still a hunter." I said. "No. I'm not. I'm useless. Why do you think I checked myself into the Hotel California? I'd give anything to help you boys, I would. But, I-I can't. I'm sorry. I can't." Martin said, upset, and he walks away.

Later, the boys and I walk into the office, but Fuller is not there. Dean picks up car keys from the desk. "He's still in the building. You take the west wing. (y/n) and I'll take the east." Dean said as he sets the keys back down, and we leave the office.

*3rd Person POV*

Sam walks down a hallway, holding his knife at the ready. He looks in each room he passes and goes to another hallway and looks around the corner. He sees Fuller heading his way so Sam stands up against the wall, waiting.

As Fuller rounds the corner, Sam steps forward, raising the blade. Fuller puts an arm up as Sam brings the blade down, cutting Fuller's arm. Fuller yells, and Sam takes another swing before two orderlies grab Sam and begin to drag him away. Sam struggles and throws off one orderly and punches the other.

The first orderly approaches, but Sam knocks his head into a window, shattering it. He goes back to the other orderly and punches him twice while Fuller runs. Sam grabs the blade from the ground and follows then he tackles Fullee to the ground and raises the blade.

But Martin grabs Sam's arm. "No! No! Look at his arm. That cut's not burning." Martin tells him and Sam looks at the cut. "It's not him. It's not him." Martin assures and Sam begins to realize and drops the blade. He stares at Fuller, stunned at what he almost did.

*(y/n)'s POV*

Dean opens the door and he and I walk in to see Sam sitting on his bed. "You okay?" Dean asked Sam as we approach his bed. "No. No, I'm not okay. I--I am...awesome..." Sam said, giggling. "They give you something?" I asked him. "Oh, yeah. They gave me...everything. It's spectacu-lacular." Sam said before he laughs. "You always were a happy drunk." Dean jokes

Then Sam grows serious and grabs Dean's arm, pulling him down to eye level. "Dean...the doctor...wasn't a wraith." Sam said. "We know." I tell Sam, who looks at me with a comically stunned look. Like he was surprised that we'd know that. "I don't understand it. I mean, I saw it in the mirror. It wasn't human." Dean said, thinking. "Or you're seeing things. Maybe-maybe-maybe you're going crazy." Sam said. "I'm not crazy." Dean said, defensively. "Well..." I said, feigning to be thinking, then he turns to me. "Shut up!" He tells me.

"Well...come on. I mean, you've been at least...half crazy for a long time, and since you got back from hell, or since before that, even. I mean, we're in a--we're in a mental hospital." Sam laughs. "Maybe-Maybe you finally cracked! You know, maybe now you are really...for real...crazy..." Sam continues.

"I made a mistake, that's all. (Y/n) and I'll find the thing." Dean said. "Okay. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. I know." Sam said as he puts a hand on Dean's shoulder. Dean then looks at Sam's hand. "It's okay. Hey, hey. Look at me." Sam said and Dean looks at him. "It's okay...because you're my brother...and I still love ya." Sam said and Dean nods then Sam pokes Dean's nose and said. "Bop!"

I start to laugh as Dean stares at him. "Can we keep this Sam?" I asked Dean and he turns and glares at me while I continue to giggle.

We leave Sam's room and Dean and I share a look. "What do we do now?" I asked him. "I think we should split up and look for this Wraith." Dean said and I nod then we split up.

*3rd Person POV*

Later, Dean was walking down the hallway and through a door when Dr Cartwright, his doctor, comes up next to him. "You missed our session today." she said to him. "A little busy." Dean grumbles to her. "Still hunting that wraith?" she asked him. "People are dying." Dean states. "People die all the time." Cartwright said. "Look, lady, why don't you just let me do my job, maybe save your life." Dean growls. "It's not my life that I'm worried about." she said.

"Oh, my G--I am fine, okay?" Dean yells, exasperated, as he stops and turns towards her. "I'm fine." He said while an orderly, who is sorting laundry down the hall, looks up at him, but goes back to his job. "Come on, even you don't believe that. All this pressure that you're putting yourself under, all this guilt; it's killing you. You can't save everybody. You can't." she said then her voice becomes hard.

"Hell, these days, you can't save anybody, Dean." she said then she turns to leave. "What did you say?" Dean asked and she turns back to him. "The truth, Dean. You got Ellen and Jo killed. You shot Lucifer, but you couldn't gank him." she said and Dean begins to get confused and a little afraid. "You couldn't stop Sam from killing Lilith, and--oh, yeah--you broke the first seal. All you do is fail. Did you really think that you, Dean Winchester with a GED and a give-'em-hell attitude, were gonna beat the devil?" Cartwright asked and Dean starts to get a little more afraid.

"Please. The world is gonna burn, and there is nothing that you can do about it." she said. "Who are you?" Dean asked, softly. "How do you know that stuff?" he asked, his voice rising. The orderly sorting laundry looks up again. "Hey, settle down." the orderly said but Dean ignores him.

"Tell me!" Dean yells at Cartwright. Then the orderly walks around his cart and begins to approach Dean. "I said, settle down." the orderly said. "Who are you?" Dean asked Cartwright again, quietly, then he backs away from her a little and looks at the orderly.

"Who is she?" Dean asked the orderly as he points at Cartwright. "Who?" the orderly asked, confused. "What are you, blind?" Dean asked him and he points again. "Her!" he yells. "Pal, there's nobody there." the orderly said and Dean stares at him then looks back at Cartwright, who has a twisted smile on her face.

"I'm not real, Dean. I'm in your head...because you are going crazy." she said and Dean looks around the hallway, Cartwright disappeared. Then he looks at the Ordrerly, beginning to fear for his sanity. "Just leave me alone." Dean mutters and he stalks down the hallway, and the Orderly watches him go.

(Y/n), on the other hand, sees a nurse and a doctor in a different hallway. She passes a mirror, where she sees that they look like a wraith. Confused, she passes them and sees two patients, who look like wraiths in another mirror. She passes them as well, heading for the end of the hall where she tries to open a door, but it is locked. She backs into the corner and slides down to the floor, panting. Her eyes follow everything in the hall, looking freaked. What the hell is going on? She thought to herself.

She pulls her knees up to her and placed her forehead against her knees, feeling a bit overwhelmed. "(Y/n)?" A male voice said, it wasn't Dean or Sam or even Martin but it was a familiar voice, a voice she hadn't heard in a long time. "(Y/n)?" The voice said and (y/n) started to realize why the voice sounded familiar.

She raises her head up then looks over to her left and sees a man sitting next to her. She jumps a bit at this and falls over to her right side at this. "D-D-Dad?" She said, shocked, and he smiles at her. "Hey, sweetpea." He greets as (y/n) stares at him, shocked. "T-T-This isn't real." She whispers and he chuckles. “Does it matter? I’m here.” (F/n) said. “I’m losing my mind, aren’t I?” (Y/n) asked, unable to take her eyes off of him. “A little.“ He said, in a soft and loving voice.

“We should have never come here.” (Y/n) muttered. “Why? Because your screw has become loose? You came in here to help people.” (F/n) said. “Yeah and a lot of help I’m doing them.” (Y/n) said, sarcastically. “You still came in here of your own free will, with the intention on saving lives. That’s my girl, alright.” (F/n) said, with a proud smile. (Y/n) begins to tear up and she looks away to wipe her eyes. “Well, I learned from the best.” She said, smirking a bit.

“This is for the best anyway. Out there you’ll just get more people killed.” (F/n) said, all the warmth and comfort in his voice was gone, replaced with cold and bitterness. “What?” (Y/n) asked, turning her head back to see her father’s once soft expression was now harden and angry.

“Think about…first my wife dies because the demon wanted you. Then he puts cancer in me to get to you. Dean goes to hell because he had to bring you back. A lot of good that did, it just got Jo and Ellen killed too, didn’t it?” (F/n) asked, looking down at his daughter like she was nothing but a burden on everyone who knows her.

“I…” (Y/n) tried to argue but she couldn’t bring herself to do so. Some part of her believed what he was saying. “You get people killed, sweetpea. That’s your reality. Sooner or later you’re gonna get Dean killed again. And then Sam and Bobby and the angels. Everyone you love and care about is going to die, all because of you.” (F/n) said, his words getting louder and louder as he continued berating her.

(Y/n) looked at her father, terrified. “You’re…you’re not my dad. He would never say that to me.” She muttered. “Are you sure? How do you think he would react to all the little things you can do now?” (F/n) asked.

(Y/n) looks away, unable to answer him. “If he knew what you were. What’s inside you. He would’ve killed you when he had the chance.” (F/n) said and (y/n) covers her ears with her hands, trying to block him out. “Stop!” She said, closing her eyes tight.

“You know John would have kill Sam the moment he found out he had demon blood in him. You really think I’d be any different? We were partners after all.” (F/n) said. “Shut up!” (Y/n) yelled, tearing up again. “You know I didn’t put up much of a fight when John killed Jo’s daddy. I wouldn’t have fought for you either. I’d put you out of your misery the second I learn that my little girl isn’t even human.” (F/n) taunted. “I SAID SHUT UP!” (Y/n) shouted and a nearby vase had fallen and crash

She raises her head, looks at the broken vase then sees a few people looking at her and she glares at them. "The hell you looking at?" She asked, savagely, before she gets up and walks away.

Later, Dean was sitting at a table by the window in the lounge when he sees Sam walking out with an orderly, who obviously was keeping an eye on him. Instead of Sam coming over to Dean, he walked over to the checker table and saw that he was talking to nobody.

Then he starts to look around, scared, and starts to punch at the air, like he was fighting people. Two orderlies come up to him and try to calm him and one of the orderlies grabs him. "Leave me alone!" Sam shouts as he punches him then the orderlies grab him by the arms. "Leave me alone! Leave me alone! No! Stop it! Leave me alone! Leave me alone! I didn't do it! Get off of me!" Sam screams as the orderlies drag SAM down the hall. "Leave me alone! Get off! No! Leave me alone!" Sam continues to scream as Dean thinks.

"What's happening? What's happening?" Dean said to himself, quietly.

Martin was sleeping fitfully in his bed until he hears the door open, and he sits up, brandishing the silver blade. It is Dean, who is standing next to the bed, holding his hands out and looking scared.

"Martin, Martin, it's me. It's Dean." Dean said, quietly. "Oh, sorry." Martin said as he lowers the blade. Dean puts a hand to his forehead. "You--You look like hell, boy." Martin said and Dean nods. "I-I feel like it, too." Dean said. "Where's Sam and (y/n)?" Martin asked. "I don't know where (y/n) is, can't seem to find her. But Sam...Lockdown! He went crazy! Thank God." Dean said. "What?" Martin asked, confused.

"I'm going crazy, too. I'm seeing things. I'm hearing things. I mean, we both are. Crazy is the clue." Dean said, pacing a bit. "What do you mean?" Martin asked and Dean begins to explain, but he stops and stares at the other side of the room.

After a moment, Martin snaps his fingers in Dean's face. "Dean!" Martin said as Dean jolts a little and looks back at him. "Crazy is the clue." he said. "You said that. What?" Martin said, confused. "I mean, the things that me and Sam have done, the stuff that we've seen, we're gonna end up going guano eventually. Probably end up like a couple of drooling nut bags." Dean explains then he realizes what he's said. "No offense." he said. "None taken." Martin said.

"But me and him, freaking out on the same day? I mean, it's gotta be..." Dean said. "The monster..." Martin said and Dean starts to freak out and looks around. "What? Where? Where?" He asked as he ducks down at the side of the bed. "No--It's not--No, there's nothing there." Martin assures as Dean crouches next to his bed.

"Okay. What if this thing doesn't just feed on the insane? What if it makes people insane? Is it possible? Does that seem real?" Dean asked, begging. "Well, I'm not the most reliable source on what is real, but it sounds--It makes sense." Martin said. "Okay. Okay. So-so we got infected. You know, something shot us up with crazy. You know, something..." Dean said then he begins to realize something. "Maybe...maybe it's the ghost of my dad..." Dean said. "No. Focus on the wraith, Dean. Focus." Martin said and Dean realizes he is right.

"Right, the wraith, the wraith." he said as he stands. "Okay. So, the wraith, the wraith, it-it poisoned us. It--Yeah. Maybe with venom, you know? By-by touch...or-or venom, or saliva." Dean said then he freezes. "That girl." Dean said. "You mean Wendy?" Martin asked and Dean nods. "Yes! She slobbered all over me and Sam! That's how we got infected!" he exclaims.

Later, Martin and Dean walk around the corner, heading for Wendy's room. Although, Dean is walking awkwardly and Martin notices and looks down at Dean's feet. He is walking in weird spots on the tiled floor. "Dean?" Martin asked as he stops and Dean stops also, noticing his weird look. "I can't step on the cracks." Dean said when footsteps come up behind them.

They turn around and see (y/n) coming up to them. "Hey, where have you been?" Martin asked her. "I needed some space." (Y/n) said, tiredly. "So what are you boys doing? Where's Sam?" She asked. "Sam's on lockdown. He went crazy. And we think that chick that kissed me and Sam is the wraith." Dean said and (y/n) narrows her eyes.

"It can't be her." (Y/n) said. "Why not? You can get infected by saliva, touch or venom!" Dean said and (y/n) shakes her head. "Dean, it can't be her." She said again. "Why not?" Martin and Dean asked. "Because I'm going crazy in here. I've been seeing things, hearing things....and she hasn't come near me, let alone kissed me." She said and Dean and Martin stare at her, surprised.

Suddenly, a woman screams, and they hurry off. Dean kicks in the door to find Wendy on her bed, her wrists slit. Sitting on the bed over Wendy is the nurse that brought them in and had been taking care of them. Dean and (y/n) look over in a mirror to see that the nurse looks like the wraith. They look back at the bed.

"Is this real?" Dean asked and the wraith withdraws her hand from Wendy's head. There is a skewer sticking out of her wrist, which enter Wendy's head. The Wraith brings it up and licks it off before it goes back into her wrist. "Oh, it is, Sugar. It's very real." she said then she throws Dean against the wall. Martin and (y/n) attack the wraith with their blades, but she throws them into the hall.

The Wraith pins Dean to the wall by the throat and punches him a bunch of times. Martin, meanwhile, grabs his blade and attacks the wraith. The monster releases Dean and puts a hand up to shield herself. Martin cuts her hand, and she yells as Dean slides to the floor. The Wraith's cut is burning and crackling, and she shuts the door, locking them in with Wendy. (Y/n) wakes up and shakes her head, which felt a bit cloudy and heavy, and both her and Martin see that Dean is disoriented.

Martin gets up to check on Wendy while (y/n) checks on Dean. After a moment, Wendy blinks. "She's still alive." Martin assures them.

The wraith heads down the hall, cradling her hand, and spots two orderlies. "There's three patients in Wendy's room. They attacked me." she tells them and the two orderlies rush off. The wraith watches them go and smiles, her hand drips blood as she heads down the hall.

"Dean? Can you hear me? Dean!" (Y/n) said as Dean looks up at her. "You two have gotta get out there and kill that thing. I'll take care of her." Martin tells (y/n), who shakes her head. "Not without you." She said. "You have to. You have no choice." Martin said.

Then the two orderlies walk in and grab Martin, who fights back, which makes the orderlies distracted and not notice Dean and (y/n). "Go. Kids, run! Run!" Martin shouts and (y/n) helps Dean up to his feet and they run out the door.

Dean falls against the wall, looking around, the hallway seems to spin in front of him. "Dean, c'mon!" (Y/n) pleads as he looks up at the lights, which are very bright and spin also. (Y/n) looks down at the floor to see blood droplets leading down the hallway then she felt her head pounding. "C'mon, I gotcha." She assured Dean as she helps him up again and they follow the blood trail, all the while she tries to fight through the fog feeling in her head.

Sam, on the other hand, is lying on a bed in a padded room. His ankles are strapped down, along with his wrists. The door opens, and the wraith walks in. "Hey! Let me go!" Sam shouts at her. "No. You are far too angry to be out there in the real world." she tells him and they both look up at a mirror to see that she looks like the wraith.

"You." Sam said, in realization. "Of course, it's me." she said as she looks back at Sam. "I gotta say, you hunters don't exactly live up to your rep." she said as she circles the bed. "I mean, Martin's a wreck. He's harmless." she said as Sam begins to fight the restraints.

"And you, your brother and that girl come in here, talking tough about killing monsters...kind of made you easy to spot. Then all it took was a touch..." she said and Sam realizes what happened. "...and you were mine. Oh, I love it in here." the wraith smiles as she kneels down at the head of the bed.

"This place is my own personal five-star restaurant." she said and she trails a finger across Sam's forehead and Sam jerks his head away from her. The wraith sticks her finger in her mouth and licks it, moaning. "Crazy brains." she moans then she trails another finger across his forehead. "They get soaked in dopamine and adrenaline and all sorts of hormones and chemicals that make them...delicious." she said as she licks her finger off. "And the crazier they are, the better they taste." She giggles.

"You did this to me!" Sam growls. "Well, I helped. But that rage? No, no, no. That's all you." the wraith said and she stands, walks to the side of the bed. "I don't make crazy. I just crank up what's already there." she said and Sam let's out a yell while she sits beside him.

"You build your own hell, but I give you the Legos. And when you're ripe..." she explains as a skewer pops out of her arm next to Sam's head. "...I make all of your problems disappear." she said and she turns his head to the side, sticking the skewer closer to his head.

Suddenly, the door flies open, and Dean and (y/n) stumble through. "You get away from him." Dean yells at her then the wraith stands to face the two. "Do you really think this is gonna end well for you, kiddos?" she asked them. "No." Dean said then he and (y/n) take out a silver blade each. "But we're crazy. So, what the hell?" Dean said, smiling.

The wraith chuckles and raises her hand,dher skewer goes back into her arm. Dean swings the blade at her, but she ducks and throws him into the wall. (y/n) goes after her and she grabs (y/n)'s arm, throwing her into the wall. (y/n) drops her blade while Sam watches helpless from the bed.

Dean gets up and goes to attack her but she throws Dean into the other wall, pinning him by the throat. Dean grabs her hand as she raises her other one. The skewer jumps out, and she aims it at his forehead. Dean grabs the other arm, trying to hold it away from his head. The skewer comes out a little more, getting closer to his head. Dean grunts as he tries to push it away.

(Y/n) then comes up behind the wraith and stabs her on the shoulder with the silver blade she dropped. The wraith screams as her skin sizzles and blood pours out of the wound then Dean grabs the skewer with one of his hands and breaks it off. The wraith continues to scream and elbows (y/n) off of her as she backs into the other wall, holding her skewer hand, which is now spurting blood.

Dean holds the skewer for a moment, dropping it in revulsion. The wraith turns towards him, yelling in rage, while (y/n) tosses the blade to Dean, who then stabs the blade into the wraith's heart. The silver burns her as she hits the wall and slides to the floor.

Sam, Dean and (y/n) stare at her while Dean vision loses its fragmented pieces and becomes normal again. And (y/n) didn't feel like her head was cloudy anymore. "You still crazy?" Sam asked them as he watches the two, warily. CNot any more than usual." Dean said as he and (y/n) head over to Sam's bed, leaning over it.

"We gotta get out of here." (y/n) said as her and Dean remove Sam's restraints. "Yeah." Sam said when the alarm bell rings, and they all look up at the doorway, staring.

*(y/n)'s POV*

The boys and I burst out of the side door as the alarm bell still rings and we run towards the parking lot and the woods until we approach the Impala. "Well, looks like Tom Cruise was right. Shrinks suck." Dean quips as he reaches the driver's door and I go to the passenger but stop when I see Sam istanding at the trunk, sighing.

"What are you doing? Sam? You okay?" I asked him. "No. No. The wraith--" Sam said. "What about her?" Dean asked him. "She was right." Sam said. "No, she wasn't. She's dead, okay? Let's hit the road. I need a drink, or twelve." Dean said. "Same here." I said. "Most of the time, I can hide it, but...I am angry. I'm mad at everything. I used to be mad at you and Dad, Dean, then Lilith, now it's Lucifer, and I make excuses. I blame Ruby or the demon blood, but it's not their fault. It's not them. It's me. It's inside me. I'm mad...all the time...and I don't know why." Sam said, who looked very anguished and exasperated.

I shake my head and step closer to him. "Stop. Stop it. So what if you are? What are you gonna do? You gonna take a leave of absence? You gonna say yes to Lucifer? What?" I asked him. "No, of course not. I--" Sam said and Dean talks over him. "Exactly. And that's exactly what you're gonna do. You're gonna take all that crap and you're gonna bury it. You're gonna forget about it, because that's how we keep going! That's how we don't end up like Martin! Are you with us?" Dean asked as he gestures between me and Dean but Sam stays silent.

"Come on, Sam. Are you with us?" I asked, worried, and he looks at me and nods. "I'm with you guys." He said. "Good. Let's get the hell out of here." Dean said as he gets into the Impala. I turn to the passenger door but stop and turn to Sam, who is hesitating.

I place a hand on his shoulder and he looks at me. I give him a sympathetic and encouraging smile. He nods at me then gets into the backseat and I get into the passenger seat. Dean then drives us away into the night.

But as we drive along, even though I know it was a hallucination, the words that my father said kept ringing in my ears.

You get people killed, sweetpea. That’s your reality. Sooner or later you’re gonna get Dean killed again. And then Sam and Bobby and the angels. Everyone you love and care about is going to die, all because of you.

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I can't believe we've reached the end of 2023. It was an up and down year for me personally. I've been struggling more with my health in these last couple of months with little answers as of now. But I'm grateful to be able to come here and interact with this fandom. I am so grateful to all the amazing people that are still here. We may be small, but this fandom has such heart. I have loved finding new people to follow and become friends with this year. I've loved hosting the book clubs and getting to know people and their MCs better through that. 2023 in the fandom is definitely one to remember.

I am proud of all the things I've written this year. It has been fun to continue exploring my OTPs. If I counted correctly, I shared 74 stories. It's not my most active year, but it's more than I thought I had.

Thank you to everyone who has ever supported me and my writing. I can't tell you how much it means to me.

I hope everyone has a beautiful and amazing 2024. May only good things come your way 💛💛💛

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Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer [HollywoodU + Red Carpet Diaries]

In the Stillness of Sunrise: Thomas and Alex share a soft morning moment.

Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley[Open Heart]

A Sweet Surprise: Bryce helps Olivia surprise her pediatric patients with a cool, sweet treat.

Can I Have this Dance?: Some dances last a few minutes, others a lifetime, but every so often, there’s one that lasts forever.

Anchored in Love: Bryce and Olivia share a tender moment between patients.

The Warmth of Love (Bryce x Olivia): Morning snuggles with Bryce and Olivia aka the literal sunshine couple.

Mal Volari x Daenarya [Blades of Light and Shadow]

Beyond Riverbend: A Kit's Call to Adventure:A certain smug adventure has gotten under Daenarya’s skin, but she won’t let him define her.

The Reign of a Short King: Mal is very insistent that a half inch makes all the difference… in his height 😉

How to Distract a Rogue : Daenarya devises a new way to keep Mal distracted.

Old Hair, New Look: Daenarya has a few thoughts about Mal’s new armor (from Blades 2) + ART

Crime and Punishment: Mal expresses the idea of never leaving bed, but Daenarya has an idea of her own.

Trystan Thorne x Lilah Rose [Crimes of Passion]

Close Talking: Lilah is at the office, typing up her report on the Iverson Ball, when Trystan stops by to check on her.

Happy 4th with Marple: Lilah shares a celebratory pictagram post featuring Marple

Troy Hassan x Astraea Callen [Wake the Dead]

The Princess + The Dragon: Astraea is ready to start the day, but Troy just wants to sleep.

Shadows and Deceptions: A Royal Murder Mystery (Mini Series) [TRR, COP, BOLAS, & D&D]

In the heart of Cordonia’s grand ballroom, an eclectic cast of characters gathers, their lives interwoven as a result of a shocking turn of events. Trystan Thorne, the exiled prince with a taste for mystery, Olivia Nevrakis, the snarky Duchess skilled with daggers, Tyril Starfury, the noble elf Lord a defender of the realm, Amalas, the enigmatic spy queen, and Prince Hamid, the charming and formal imperial prince. Amidst the grand party of the birth of King Liam’s third heir, Princess Ariana, the joyous celebration is broken by a piercing scream, a dead body, and a room full of royal suspects.

Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer [HollywoodU + Red Carpet Diaries]

Coffee + Dinosaurs: Alex has a coffee fueled idea. (We should all be worried 😉)

Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley[Open Heart]

Tides of Change: With the news of the spreading wildfires on the picturesque island he grew up on, Bryce knows he can't sit by and do nothing.

Pages of Emotion: Olivia and Bryce enjoy a quiet evening of reading on the porch of their new house.

Mystery Unlocked: Ethan keeps skipping out on their Escape the Room group date nights, so they bring the mystery to him. feat: Tobias x Casey, Ethan x Merida

Mal Volari x Daenarya [Blades of Light and Shadow]

Restless Shadows: Daenarya puts on a brave face during the day, but alone at night, she's haunted by her grief.

Chosen by Light: Mal has some questions for Daenarya after seeing her use Light magic.

A Royal Portrait: Daenarya and Maiele pose for a royal portrait, while Tyril and Mal discuss their partners. feat: Tyril x Maiele

The Cutest Goof: Daenarya has some thoughts on Mal's new armor.

Trystan Thorne x Lilah Rose [Crimes of Passion]

Between Coffee & Cases: an unexpected day: Lilah is pouring over the clues they've uncovered, looking for the missing piece, when Trystan surprises her with a special offer.

Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley [Open Heart]

Our Little Girl: Bryce and Olivia head to their latest ultra sound appointment to find out the gender of their little one

Obvious Secrets: Olivia and Bryce are at the beer garden with friends and she has a (not so secret) secret to share with him.

Mal Volari x Daenarya [Blades of Light and Shadow]

Shadows of Hope: She was there, and then she was gone. Mal would move heaven and earth to bring her back, but what happens when he can't? [Blades 2, Chapter 1]

Her Legacy:She may be gone, but she could never be forgotten. She lives on in the stories he tells and the hope he inspires. [Blades 2, Chapter 2]

A Quest for Daenarya: After hearing her stories, Thalassa, Ovisa, and Lysander decide it is their quest to bring Daenarya back to Mal, they just never imagined it would be so easy. [Blades 2, Chapter 3]

Sculpting Desires: (Mal x Daeny, Mal x Tyril, Tyril x Maiele): Daenarya considers a possible future as a sculptor with a very willing model. [Blades 2, Chapter 5]

Go On, Feel It: Mal makes an offer Daenarya can’t refuse.

Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer [HollywoodU +Red Carpet Diaries]

Always and Whatever Comes Next (+ Art): Alex finally has a chance to teach Thomas how to ice skate.

Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley [Open Heart]

Obvious Secrets (+ Art): Olivia and Bryce are at the beer garden with friends and she has a (not so secret) secret to share with him.

Our Little Pumpkin (+ Art): Olivia and Bryce are on the quest for the perfect pumpkin

Thanksgiving's Little Miracle: Happy Birthday, Malia! (+ Art) : Bryce and Olivia celebrate the birth of their daughter, Malia.

Cuddles and Curiosities: Olivia & Bryce cuddle with their almost 2 week old baby girl.

The Greatest Gift: There is just one last gift that needs to be wrapped.

Impossibly Perfect (+ Art): Bryce, Olivia, and Keiki are taking a walk through the park on their way to do some last minute Christmas shopping.

Holiday Cheer (+ Art): Olivia, Merida (lilyoffandoms), and Casey (jerzwriter) decide to decorate the Diagnostic Office.

Mal Volari x Daenarya [Blades of Light and Shadow]

Vintage Dreams: Mal and Daenarya drink some wine and have some fun. [with Tyril x Maiele]

Drunk on Love: Mal is very drunk, but he is also very much in love with Daenarya.

A Development of Sorts: Daenarya has some complicated feelings about her best friend, Maiele. Mal is a huge gossip and can't wait to share. [with Tyril x Maiele, Tyril x Mal, Maiele x Daenarya]

The Rogues Embrace (+ Art): Mal loves talking. Tyril is tired of listening and has found a good way to shut him up, even if just for a moment. [Tyril x Mal]

Beneath the Mistletoe: Daenarya and Maiele find themselves beneath the mistletoe. [Maiele x Daenarya, Tyril x Mal]

Mal the Magnificent: Young Mal Volari gets a bucket stuck on his head. [Blades Prequel]

The Promise of Tomorrow (+Art): Mal and Daenarya share a moment together the morning after her return. [This follows The Quest for Daenarya] [Blades 2, Chapter 3]

Torn: Daenarya is back and trying to process what happened. [Blades 2, Chapter 4]

The Princess of Parnassus and The Trophy Husband (+ Art): Daenarya and Mal enjoy a much needed relaxing afternoon while contemplating what comes next. [Blades 2, post book]

Trystan Thorne x Lilah Rose [Crimes of Passion]

No Kissing (+ Art): After the events of Drakovia, Lilah has a new rule. No kissing while on a case.

Follow Your Heart to New York (+ Art): Trystan and Lilah share a quiet moment in the city that never sleeps.

Levi Schuler x Laura Day [Mother of the Year]

Flickers of Light (+ Art): Levi and Lily celebrate Hanukkah, despite some reluctance.

#thomas hunt #bryce lahela #mal volari #levi schuler #trystan thorne #red carpet diaries #blades of light and shadow #crimes of passion #mother of the year #choices #playchoices #choices game #lovealexhunt #theartoflovingthomashunt #storyofmychoices #december2023 #choices countdown to 2024

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musesofhororr · 6 months

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" I'm scared to close my eyes, I'm scared to open them. "

Many spooky/horror muses.

All muses & the mun are of age.

21 +

Starter Call !

Affiliated With ; @maskedspector @will-iam-graham @vulpineobedience @illustrious-beauty @frederickchill

Rules & Muses below ;

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Rules ;

please do NOT rush me with replies as most of y'all know i have MANY accounts xD

2. all muses are 21+

3. because this is a horror/spooky rp blog there will be gore, sexual themes and other things that will be 18 + themes.

4. Yes i do write smut but I WILL NOT WRITE WITH ANYONE UNDER AGE!

5. Whenever you send in a meme please say who it's for, for i will have many muses on here. if you don't i will assume that you are leaving it up to me.

6. i am open to shipping with anyone, for i am a shipping ho. xD but please DO NOT force a ship on me.

7. we are all here because we love to write so please DO NOT cause any drama. i am well passed that age in my life && i'm not about it. xD

8. i am OC friendly! So please message me whenever! <3

9. have fun! any questions please message me !

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The muses;

AHS ; Lana Winters FC ; Sarah Paulson, Mary Eunice FC ; Lily Rabe, Cordelia Goode FC ; Sarah Paulson, Misty Day FC ; Lily Rabe

Bates Motel ; Norma Bates FC ; Vera Farmiga

Bram Stoker's Dracula ; Mina Harker FC ; Winona Ryder

Charmed ; Prue Halliwell FC ; Shannen Doherty

Dracula { 2013 } ; Dracula FC ; Jonathan Rhys Meyers, Lucy Westenra FC ; Katie McGrath, Lady Jayne Wetherby FC ; Victoria Smurfit

Doctor Who ; River Song FC ; Alex Kingston, 11th Doctor FC ; Matt Smith, 16th Doctor FC ; Cate Blanchett

The Fall of House Usher ; Verna FC ; Carla Gugino

The Fall ; Stella Gibson FC ; Gillian Anderson

The Silence of the Lambs; Hannibal Lecter FC ; Mads Mikkelsen, Bedelia Du Maurier { VERY HEAD CANON } FC ; Gillian Anderson, Clarice Starling FC ; Jodie Foster.

The Haunting of Hill House ; Olivia Crain FC ; Carla Gugino, Theo Crain FC ; Kate Siegel, Nell Crain FC ; Victoria Pedretti

The Haunting of Bly Manor ; Dani Clayton FC ; Victoria Pedretti

Merlin ; Morgana Pendragon FC ; Katie Mcgrath

Penny Dreadful ; Vanessa Ives FC ; Eva Green

Resident Evil ; Lady Dimitrescu FC ; Lana Parrilla

Silent Hill ; Lisa Garland FC ; NOT SURE YET

True Blood ; Sookie Stackhouse FC ; Anna Paquin, Pam FC ; Kristin Bauer Van Straten, Sophie-Anne FC ; Evan Rachel Wood

Van Helsing ; Anna Valerious FC ; Kate Beckinsale

The X-Files ; Dana Scully FC; Gillian Anderson, Fox Mulder FC ; David Duchovny

Xena Warrior Princess ; Xena FC ; Lucy Lawless, Gabrielle FC ; Renee O'Connor, Callisto FC ; Hudson Leick

#i'm scared to close my eyes i'm scared to open them { self promo }#horror rp #ahs rp #bates motel rp #charmed rp #dracula rp #hannibal rp #haunting of hill house rp #penny dreadful rp #true blood rp #the x-files rp #doctor who rp #resident evil rp #silent hill rp #van helsing rp #xena warrior princess rp

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spexialvixtimxunit · 1 year

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How I think Law & Order SVU characters would react to you eating too much candy in Halloween

Pairing: All SVU Characters x Black!Afab!Female!Reader

Warnings: Halloween fluff!

Length: Medium

Masterlist

*there are writing mistakes in my works, I don’t proofread!

A/N AT THE END OF IMAGINE !!

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||Olivia Benson||

Every time you would go into Olivia's home office you would steal some candy throughout the day when she's not looking or when she steps out of her office into the kitchen. Well, it eventually backfired on you and you ended up getting caught in the act in the middle of the night being passed out in a candy coma in her chair, wrappers all over her files and on the floor. Olivia sighed as she cleaned up the mess you made and hid the candy away from you.

||Alex Cabot||

You would visit Alex in her office and she would have this bowl of candy on her desk. She soon noticed that every time you would visit her, more and more candy would go missing until the bowl was completely empty. She eventually caught you taking her favorite candy out of the bowl and she scolded you for being addicted to stealing her favorite sweets and that she would never buy you any more candy because last Halloween you tried to steal candy from her you ended up eating too much last year.

||Casey Novak||

Casey would always give you candy around Halloween but she later regretted it when she found out that you would go to her secret stash in your shared closet. She would come home to go and treat herself to some candy from the long day that she had just to see that the stash was completely gone. She questioned you and you acted like a deer in headlights, but inevitably she admitted to stealing the candy after you confessed that you had to stop because your stomach hurt after all the times you would steal too much candy.

||Amanda Rollins||

You would come home after trick or treating with the girls. It was late and you and Manda put the kids to sleep and told them that they could have candy after school. Foolishly, the little children believed their parents and went to bed. Laster that might after checking the candy, you both ate most of the candy while watching scary movies. The next day you eventually had to buy some more candy for them when they were at school.

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A/n : I now write for Chicago Fire! So with that being said, you can dm me if you have a request for SVU, CM, Chicago Fire! 🫶🏾

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soft-for-them · 1 year

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Havok and Torment - Alex Summers x plus size reader - Headcanons

Summary: The reader is a mutant and is taken in by Charles and Erik, she gets close to Alex.

Trigger Warning: Mention of bullying, bad home life and pain.

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.

A/N: This is a re-write of some old headcanons that I've deleted.

. With a backpack and a bin bag filled with everything you’d ever need when running away from home you had hoped to flee to California or Hawaii, not picked up by two men called Charles and Erik, two mutants just like you.

. You had ran away from home. Well to rephrase it, you had moved out from home because you were an adult… without anyone knowing. Technically if anyone ever cared about you then you’d be a missing person, though because you were an adult by then even if someone had filed a police report they wouldn’t care.

. The day you ran away you were like an angry child, the black bin bag like your very own bag on a stick, a stash of money in your pockets and some food for the road.

. Your reason for running away? Well there are too many to list but being a mutant was a near death wish around the parts you used to live, that paired with a verbally abusive family and the bullies from highschool still beating you up despite now being an adult with a job.

. (Ok maybe working at a fast food drive through isn’t the most classy but you need the cash and the experience on you CV.)

. Before the boiling point when you’d just been put in the care of your extended family, when you were just a fat mess of hormones and pimples like clockwork the bullying had begun. You were moved to the middle of nowhere America because of the bulling at your last school but it still followed you.

. The pushes and punches never seemed to hurt you, only the words did.

. No literally, you were the opposite of ‘sticks and stone may break my bones but words will never hurt me.’

. It started as people walking into your shoulder. Fine it happens. Then it became being purposefully tripped up. Ok, surely that was a one-time thing? But when word got around that you hardly got hurt, that you were like a punching bag well the bullies flocked to pick on you.

. You would come home from middle school with the faint feeling of where the punches where punched, footprints on you back and trousers torn at the knees but with no actual injuries, not cuts or bruises, not even a weeping knee.

. The bullies though you hid the injuries well and you so called family never took any notice of you at all. When you’d get home you’d just sleep, no one could wake you up, not even an earthquake. Every day was like a ground-hog day of pain and misery but no proof, apart from you tears, that any of this was happening.

. You had become antisocial and quiet by the time you were ready for high school you didn’t talk unless it was purely academic related and you just looked grey.

- And because of this you became the ‘disgrace’ of the family, the black sheep. Your Aunt would say deeming words like ‘Why can’t you be like your cousins and try!’ even if you got straight A’s on every test. The bullies would scream over the crowded hallways things like ‘GOD DAME IT (Y/N)! Can’t you fucking talk like a normal person.’ making other students laugh and stare.

. Their words hurt so fucking much, they hurt so much that you did some things that you regret to this very day. Those hidden lines on your body will always be a reminder of that, though you’d never show anyone, well only one person but you hadn’t net him in your high school years.

. You had realised that you were a mutant when you were fourteen but it only became a rumour when you were a bit older.

. A girl you don’t care about to remember her name, the girl who had torment you ever since you could remember, had decided to make you her personal punching bag more than other people did.

. Gone of the days of being called a ‘fatty’ instead she’d beat you up so bad that you’d never be able to move afterwards. The pain was there for a minute or so, a painful reminder that you still felt something even just for a second, before dissipating to faint throbbing and achy joints.

. When the girl saw that her abuse did nothing physically to you she stopped. She just stopped like she’d never made your life a living hell.

. She stayed away from you like the plague.

. The rumour started to go around about you being a mutant. Others tried to harm you but only you could harm yourself. You acted innocent and oblivious, to you mutants weren’t real for if you’d ever let on that you were aware of them, aware that you were one, then you’d be taken away or maybe even something worse.

. The day you decided to leave your town was the best day of your life. You woke that day and realised that you were an adult and could do whatever you wanted to. You made your bed and rang up work declaring that you were quitting, you happily lied to you family saying you would be gone for an hour of two, you bags hidden in the hedges at the front so they didn’t see.

. With spare change and a boost to your mood you took the first bus you saw and road to the end of the line. You walked down highways and back roads, hitch hiked with total strangers, you were unafraid.

. For a year you visited roadside attractions like a tourist, stayed in dingy motels and blagged food from pit stops.

. One day whilst sticking your thumb out a van filled with hippies all looking like Joh Lennon and Yoko Ono stopped and let you in. They were heading for New York, they talked about how the seventies yet to come where going to be their decade of revolution.

. Two days after, parked on the side of an empty road, the van hot boxed and filled with weed smoke a guy singing off tune folk songs a bright yellow taxi pulled up beside to you.

. You were in the middle of nowhere, like tumble weed and farmers’ fields type of nowhere.

. Two men emerged from said taxi, the smarter looking of the two knocking loudly on the side door of the van, both of them introducing themselves as Charles and Erik.

. “Whoa, we are in our right to park here.” The John Lennon wannabe, well one of them, had said, a bong still in his hands.

“We’re not cops.” The taller one had said his voice a bit accented and deep, the turtle neck nothing like what the pigs would ever wear.

“That is very obvious Erik.” Charles had said, the faces now matched to the names they had given.

. They were mutants too.

. Erik pulled the metal stem from the bong in Lennon’s hands, a sly comment about smoking coming from his lips whilst Charles had raised his fingers to his head only to be met with only pain.

. This got the taxi driver, Darwin, out of the taxi.

. “Your pain… I-You're so hurt.” His voice had croaked and his face had gone red as Erik and Darwin held him up.

. Thank fuck you were the only person not to have taken any magic mushrooms for if the van filled with non-mutants knew you were a mutant well who knows what would have happened.

. Somehow, you agreed to going to this ‘facility’ with the three mutants, not really because your mutation but because you had nothing to lose and you really wanted to shower in warm water.

. “Um, can I-“ you had pointed to the bathroom to the side of your monotone but clean bedroom, waiting for the ok from Charles and Erik. They really were like two dads with the way they had hovered at the door of your temporary room.

. They allowed you to shower with no weird business but soon enough they had pulled you away into a room filled with other mutants closer to your age.

. Getting to the facility only to be bombarded by a load of energetic mutants had made you feel nervous and panicky. You had froze when too many of the new faces tried to introduced themselves with their loud booming voices which caught the eyes of one Alex Summers.

. The noise of the room had gotten louder and your body had begun to move towards the wall, your tried to blend into the background but you had realised that he was doing the exact same thing.

. He caught your eye and he smiled a small smile. It made you heart flutter with warmth.

. For the rest of the day you slept in oversized clothes and a bundle of blankets until an all too happy Raven dragged you out of bed to hang out with everyone.

. “Come on (y/n) it will be fun, you’ll be around your people.”

“I only came here because I’m homeless and fucked, I need sleep, maybe tomorrow I can ‘hang out’.”

- She dragging you to the living room anyway.

. You were drowning in an oversized hoodie with no foot-ware on with dent lines on your face from your deep sleep. The only seat left was either near Banshee or Alex and well Alex was quiet and looking at you with wide eyes so you had to sit next to Alex.

.Your eyes dropped from being so tired, your plush thigh touching his without you realising it.

. Alex understood you. He really wanted to be alone from everyone also but was made to sit with everyone else.

. Throughout the night he kept looking at you to see if you were ok and you were just staring into space.

. He thought you were cute, he felt like just wrapping you up in his arms in a big cuddle pile for comfort.

. “We should think of code names. We’re government agents now. We should have secret code names.” Raven had begun making you jerk out your trance, Alex snapping his eyes away from your soft face, “I want to be called Mystique.”

. Despite your eyes focused on Mystique as she talks and encourages everyone else to think up their code names you aren’t really paying attention. Really you just want to read a nice book or wrap yourself back up in a blanket and go back to sleep.

. Time ticked by, the feeling of Alex’s eyes gracing you every now and then as you try and concentrate. It wasn’t a creepy feeling, more of a feeling of someone looking out for you, a protector of sorts.

. Your eyes flicker towards Alex his blue eyes connected with yours.

. “You might want to cover your ears.” Sean said in the background as your cheeks turn warm.

. You hear nothing of Sean’s warning.

. Alex coved one of his ears whilst tapping your shoulder to alert you to the loudness about to come.

. He was too late.

. The high pitched scream shattered the table and your eardrums. Pain shot through your ears but despite their ringing you knew that they weren’t damaged, you felt no blood dripping nor were you deaf.

. “Shit, are you ok?” a soft touch on your arm had brought you back to your wits, your face gazed up to a concerned looking Alex who looked like he was about to cry and punch Sean at the same time.

. He was the only one who seemed to realise that you’d took the full force of the scream, that you hadn’t covered your ears. Only when he bent over to check if your ears weren’t bleeding was when people started to notice.

. “Yeah, my ears are just a bit throbby, no damage.” you said below a whisper.

. You looked around to concerned faces and said “I’m all good guys, carry on.”

. So the name giving continued with the showing of the different mutations, Alex more closer to you side, your thick thighs defiantly touching his now.

. “Alex, what is your gift? What can you do?” You perked up to Darwin’s question.

. Alex tried to get out of showing his mutation but you spoke up in curiosity and protection.

. “He doesn’t have to show anyone…” you said, “O-only if he wants too.”

. His smile was sweet, his mind boggled as he thought about whether he should show his mutation or not. Never the less Alex stood to show everyone.

. The red swirls from his body captivated you, it made you want to hold him just like he wanted to hold you, you had never seen such dangerous but beautiful spectacle before in your entire life.

. There was a connection between you two, it was the lonely ones sticking together, even when he was displaying his mutation he looked at you with hopeful eyes.

- At some point you felt tired and ultimately you fall asleep, you face leaning on the shoulder of Alex.

. You missed the shit show that went down for you were fast asleep, you missed the death and destruction because you were so tired and weak.

. You felt bad.

. Very bad.

. Thoughts like ‘If I were awake I could have done something!’ raged in your brain, you blamed you mutation for making you sleep so quietly, you blamed the softness of the sofa and the warm feeling of Alex.

. Charles told you that being too tired might have been a side effect of you mutation, that there might be something bigger that what you have. He want to train with him but you felt dejected and sad to agree.

. You go quietly, all moved to Charles’ mansion.

. Alex walked close to you as you all arrive, his knuckles touched your hand, the connection grounding you.

. Charles grinned like a fucking idiot because he could hear Alex’s thoughts about you.

. They were VERY loud.

. He left everyone to get acquainted with the manor, to relaxed and calm down from the troubling things that had happened but all he could hear was snippets of Alex’s thoughts of you.

. Charles would be just doing his thing, playing chess with Erik or reading a book, and thoughts like ‘I wonder how (y/n) is doing’ or ‘I should go and talk to her.’ would travel to Charles’ mind.

. Charles would telepathically answer Alex’s mind questions, surprising him wherever he would hear Charles in his mind.

. One day you saw Alex storming out of the mansion into the green grass outside and call it instinct but you just had to follow him. You needed to see if he was ok, you needed to see him ok.

. “Alex!” you were dresses in a slouchy knitted jumper and corduroy jeans, only in socks and no shoes, hair down and a mess.

. He turned around to you his one angered face turned soft and sweet, his shoulders not covered by the sleeveless grey hoodie slumped. His outfit was covered in burn marks, his face dripping with sweat.

. Your appearance, all cosy and sleepy looking, made him low key melt.

. “I can’t do it! I burn every fucking thing.”

. He never raised his voice around you, he just sounded so sad.

. You grabbed his hand with both of yours, your voice quiet and composed said one thing.

. “I have an idea Summers.”

. That idea being you standing beside the mannequin whilst he tried to hit the middle one with his mutation.

. “I can’t (y/n)!”

. You whisper echoed around the metal room, you voice determined.

. “My mutation has something to do with healing, you can’t hurt me Alex, I know you can’t.”

“I-I…”

“Please trust me Alex.”

. He hits the middle mannequin without a single injury. You jumped for joy whilst he let out a breath of relief.

. Ultimately you ran up to him, almost hugging him your hands shaking his shoulders with a bright smile on both of your faces.

. You not decided to show the small burn hole in sleeve of your jumper.

. Eventually you had to show your mutation, when the time did come everyone was gathered in the garden like they were about to see something great.

. With Charles in front of you, the rest including Alex are stranded near the walls of the mansion, you stood ridged and slightly scared.

. “(Y/n) when I looked into your mind I felt so much pain but I also saw power. You mutation is brilliant. Nothing can harm you except yourself but you still feel paint.” Charles begun, “I believe that pain builds up inside you, it makes you tired and worn out because I believe all you power is building up to something.”

. Charles babbled on with his theory, a theory of stored power from you pain.

. You blanked and looked over to Alex who smiled at you.

. “I believe, no, I know that you can harness that pain, that power, that’s my hypothesis.” You looked back at Charles with wide eyes, “Realise that torment (y/n).”

. For hours you and Charles stood out there in the cold, frustrations running high. Everyone else had gone inside but Alex still stood near, sometimes reading most of the time watching you.

. “It’s not going to work. Your hypothesis is wrong Charles.”

. You went back inside, Alex a little behind, your feet took you to the living room where Raven and the rest sat.

. You sit close to Alex, who ever so slightly touched your hand, giving you some comfort.

. “I see that you failed (y/n).” Erik said with a smirk.

. At that moment you finally grabbed Alex’s hand, you face turned annoyed.

. “I see you couldn’t move the metal dish.” you said rather loudly.

. “Well at least I can use my mutation.” Erik barked back.

. You stood up quickly, angry and pissed, Alex’s hand still in yours.

. Your face twisted in to tears as Charles tried to stop Erik from speaking any more, an incredible force built up in your body like pressure shooting upwards every pain you ever known turned into a dull ache as a bright blue light, wispy like flouting dust, flowed out and around your body.

. It looked like dust particles in sunlight, soft and magical like, but the particles stopped mid-air as you anger boiled over.

. A strike of blue hit Erik hard, so hard that he tumbled backwards losing his breath.

. Alex grabbed you plush body in to a bone crushing hug, partly to stop you from storming over to Erik and inflicting more damaged and secondly to calm you down in his warmth.

. The magic like power absorbed back into your body. You felt sleepy and achy.

. “There it is. That torment. That power.” Erik bellowed as he touched his split lip, his grin big and menacing.

#x men #x men x reader #x men x plus size reader #alex summers #alex summers x reader #alex summers x plus size reader #x men first class #plus size reader #x plus size reader #chubby reader #x chubby reader

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