#and then the doctor came in and was like ok follow the pen and i was tryjng not to giggle because it felt so silly like. idk

[kiddokori]

doctor office workers love me for my polite tones and sense of whimsy

#had an eye exam and they did a bunch of new shit cuz i havent been in a few years #like they did the normal shit they did the slides and the lights and the letters #but they also numbed my corneas w this yellow eyedrop stuff and everything turned yellow for a minute #and then they took this bright as little pinpoint light and got it reaaaally close to my eye #and after i was like man that got so close i thought it was gonna touch my eye lol #and the lady said oh it did thats why i numbed you. i just dont tell people their first time so they dont get squeamish #and i went well! thats very cool now that ive done it and know it feels like nothing but yes i probably wouldve been squeamish thank you #and then the doctor came in and was like ok follow the pen and i was tryjng not to giggle because it felt so silly like. idk #and i told him i was like sorry if this is weird but im very tickled about this whole process like its fun to me its interesting i feel like #a little kid its neat #and he was like well im glad you’re enjoying yourself now read these tiny ass letters #he was cool he thought it was funny #and the lady that helped me pick out new glasses was really nice and helped me out and told me which ones she liked on me #(i ended up going w the ones she liked because i also liked them theyre cool it was fun) #interacting with random people makes me feel so well adjusted and normal like this is what its all about. #just having fun being a little kooky at the eye doctor. thats what im here for #my eyes are so sensitive now tho and its bright as fuck outside #theres no clouds and snow on the ground so im being bombarded by reflected light #i am under fucking attack

[faotoni]

Fate.

Hi there, uh, this was intended to be a longer story than it is so if anyone likes it and wants me to continue or further expand, let me know :) if I suck, I'll know that too (you won't have to tell me)... I'm not too unfamiliar with that concept unfortunately or I would post more... but, I don't know, I liked this little blurb I wrote, so, here. have it.

Also suck at titles for things.

Fizzarolli only remembered flashes from that night. Like snapshot pictures, followed by the increasing feeling of pain.

Until darkness.

The last real memory he had was Blitz’s face, desperate and lost, staring back at him as Fizz’s arms, legs and horns got burnt away. He felt the hurt, the confusion, the panic; all intermixed with the feelings of death. Dying.

Pain.

The next memory Fizz had after that was waking up to the sound of sawing, cutting and more burning, as the doctors of Sloth worked away at Fizz’s dead limbs. He was awake for all of it. Bandaged up with his mouth taped shut so he wouldn’t scream. Not that he could, his throat feeling as empty as his soul did in that moment. He felt alone. He felt like that hospital room was truly hell, never mind actually living in REAL Hell. It was nothing compared to that moment.

That was all.

Before he woke again.

In that memory, he remembered waking up and trying to reach or something, only to discover his arms were gone. He looked down and saw his legs were gone as well. Along with his entire body in bandages. He tried to cry out, but the emptiness in his throat remained. It suddenly felt cold, as the loneliness came back, taking over every space his limbs should have occupied.

Then nothing again.

Fizz’s memory was shattered after that, bits and pieces remained but nothing that was that important.

Until he was fully conscious.

The first day he had a grasp on his situation was the day he asked to see Blitz, or if he was anywhere in the hospital, if he was ok. It took quite a bit of doing without a voice box or limbs but Fizz managed to concentrate long enough to pen Blitz’s name on a piece of paper with his still bandaged tail. The imps in the room with him, Cash Buckzo who was Blitz’s dad and a few other stand ins for Mammon, who couldn’t be bothered to see if his first clown champion was ok, didn’t want to indulge Fizz’s wish to see his best friend.

It broke his heart.

He didn’t know if Blitz was ok, if anyone else got hurt or even died in the fire… he didn’t know anything.

And then the talking began.

Not right away, but bit by bit, information about the contest, the circus, Blitz… it all started to come out of the mouths of whoever was in Fizz’s room at the time. At first he didn’t believe his best friend could want to hurt him, or even try to kill him; but the more they talked, the more Fizz didn’t know, the more he was forced to believe.

For day after day, Blitz never came.

They told Fizz, Blitz didn’t want to see him.

It broke his heart.

He was truly alone.

The rest of his first months were a blur after that, rage and betrayal slowly building inside of Fizz over the information that was fed to him by the beings that came into his room. It made him want to die.

Then something happened.

Mammon showed up.

He practically broke the door down; waddling to Fizz’s side and gushing over his predicament. Fizz was confused at first, surely Mammon already knew what happened to him, or perhaps he knew but was just too busy to actually go see him. Fizz tried to explain to Mammon he couldn’t talk, using his tail to point several times to his throat trying to indicate the emptiness. It didn’t matter to Mammon though. He was too wrapped up in Fizz being a stump. No arms, no legs… how could you preform? How could I market you, erm, make you better? How? Fizz looked past all the talk that sounded more like he was an object other than a living being because for the first time in a while, this was the only positive conversation he had heard. Everyone prior singing “oh woes me” to him instead of trying to figure out how they could help him. It didn’t matter to Fizz that Mammon didn’t truly care about his well-being. He didn’t see it that way. He refused to. He saw Mammon wanting to help him.

But as excited and happy as Fizz was at the possibility of being saved, his dreams were dashed faster than they were built up. Mammon didn’t know how to help him.

Fizz felt alone again, trying to cling onto the positives of the conversation but they started to fade.

The next strong memory Fizz held was a few days after Mammon came by.

He came by again but this time, with someone else in tow, along with a few doctors and nurses. The special guest was Asmodeus, the King of the Lust Ring. Mammon explained to Fizz that he and Asmodeus had come up with a plan to get Fizz’s limbs back. Fizz felt the excitement come back into his soul, filling his chest and warning his face.

But it was short lived, for the measuring began. Fizz was moved all around and scrutinized by the doctors and nurses, his head bandage removed showing his broken horns for everyone to see. He remembered looking to Asmodeus in near tears, but being shocked by the man’s expression. It wasn’t one of scrutiny or unfeeling, it was of concern, of pain, of sadness. For him.

For Fizz.

Someone felt something for him, as a being.

He couldn’t look away from Asmodeus as the rest of the measuring happened. He was convinced that if he tore his eyes away for a second, when they returned, the face would be gone. The feelings wouldn’t be there. He desperately needed someone to feel for him.

Someone to care about him.

After the flurry of measuring, everyone left the room, but Asmodeus. He stayed, pulling up a chair and introducing himself to Fizz, as well as explaining a little more about the prosthetics they were thinking for Fizz. Mammon and Asmodeus were working on an advanced type of sex doll, with robotic arms and legs that stretched and moved around via a computer chip implanted in the robot. They figured they could do the same to Fizz. They had done some testing and it had worked on the imp they tested it on, they were missing an arm as well. Asmodeus explained to Fizz that they would have to wait until his wounds were fully healed to do the operation. Fizz tried to sign that he understood but had trouble figuring out how, which made Asmodeus chuckle, putting a smile on Fizz’s face.

Asmodeus said Fizz had a nice smile.

The next memory Fizz had was if the next day, surprisingly, Asmodeus made another appearance, bringing in some flowers and soup from his home in Lust, suggesting the soup may help him regain his voice. Asmodeus helped feed it to Fizz, which he was both grateful for and heavily confused. He didn’t quite know why Asmodeus had taken a personal interest in him. Why him? What was so special about him? No one saw it… besides Blitz… but…. No. Asmodeus shouldn’t take a liking to Fizz, he’ll just hate him. Like Blitz did…

Fizz ended up “accidentally” knocking the soup off the table and onto the ground with his tail after a few tastes of it. He really enjoyed the soup but he couldn’t risk losing someone again. Asmodeus couldn’t like him, or take interest in him as a being. No.

But something weird happened. Not anything like what Fizz expected. He didn’t know what he was expecting, maybe a huff, Asmodeus saying something along the lines of Fizz being Mammon’s property and only doing all this to keep him happy or something, but that didn’t happen. Asmodeus got sad and apologized for Fizz knocking the soup over almost immediately. Not only that but he got up quickly and checked to make sure none of the hot soup got on Fizz. He offered to get Fizz something else to eat and cleaned up the mess. It made Fizz feel guilty. He didn’t want to, but he couldn’t trust anyone.

Asmodeus ended up bringing him oatmeal and waffles.

The next few memories were a montage of moments with Asmodeus, who hadn’t given up on befriending Fizz, even after his various tests to see if Asmodeus was being truthful or not. He was, if anything the tests made Asmodeus more present in Fizz’s life. He was in his hospital room every day. He brought gifts every day and told Fizz about himself every day. Each day Fizz wished he could answer back. He tried each day to force his vocal chords to work but to no use. Asmodeus didn’t seem to care. He helped Fizz express himself and sign using his tail. It warmed his heart and he slowly started to accept Asmodeus’s friendship.

The next full memory was when they brought in the prosthetics and Fizz’s ”hopefully” final surgery. Asmodeus was there, and he helped Fizz fall asleep so he wouldn’t feel the pain from what he was about to be put through, using some of his own personal magic. Even before knowing if it would work or not, Fizz was thankful.

After the surgery, Fizz was grateful. It had worked, though there was a lot more recovery to be had. He woke up in his room, this time with Asmodeus by his side, softly humming some song Fizz didn’t know. Asmodeus was happy to see Fizz awake and explained to him that the implants and surgery had worked. Fizz smiled and opened his mouth; trying so hard to push any bit of air through his fried vocal cords.

“thanks.”

#helluva boss #fizzie #fizzarolli #i know it abruptly ends but i dont know how to end a short story #i figured it should end on him actually saying something #considering hes wanted to talk the whole time #HB Asmodeus #fizzarozzie #kinda a meetcute

[princesshillaryellaworld25]

The Hospital visit(Part 2 of they are what?!)

The Shrugfriend duo and PenGiana duo had made it to the hospital. They were waiting to be called on but Sick Boyfriend and Penelope are both scared.

Drugfriend: Hey, relax

Sick BF: HOW DO YOU EXCEPT ME TO RELAX WHEN I'M SCARED TO GET A FLU SHOT?!?

Drugfriend: For the last time, you're not getting a flu shot, they're just gonna see what's wrong with you, that's it.

Sick BF: *Whimpering*

Drugfriend: *sigh* Relax Okay? The sooner they call us, the sooner we get this over with, alright?

Sick BF:....alright?

With Penelope and Sick Girlfriend:

Penelope: *Feeling sick*

Sick GF: You feeling alright, Pen?

Penelope: No...

Sick GF: You wanna put your head on my lap?

Penelope: *nodded yes*

Sick GF: Ok *Lays Penelope on her lap* If you feel like throwing up, just tell me so I can ask them for a bucket.

Penelope: Ok...

2 minutes later...

Nurse Daisy showed up.

Nurse Daisy: Sick Boyfriend Sickest?

Drugfriend: Oh that's us!

Nurse Daisy: Ok, follow me.

The Shrugfriend duo followed Nurse Daisy inside the doctor's office, Sick Boyfriend got on the table while Drugfriend was standing.

Nurse Daisy: So what can I do for you guys today?

Drugfriend: Well you see, Sick Boyfriend wasn't feeling well this morning, he told me that his stomach hurts and asked him if he ate anything bad last night, he told me no so it might be something else.

Sick BF:....

Nurse Daisy: Wait, he was not feeling well this morning and he didn't eat anything last night?

Drugfriend: Yes.

Nurse Daisy: Hmmmm....that's strange

Nurse Daisy examined Sick Boyfriend.

Nurse Daisy: Sick Boyfriend, are you both genders?

Sick BF: Yes, My parents told me I was born both genders but I mostly my pronouns he/him.

Nurse Daisy: Ok...and did you had your period this week?

Sick BF: No...I didn't....

Nurse Daisy: Ok, I'm gonna have to run a few tests on you real quick.

Sick BF: No needles?

Nurse Daisy: No needles, I promise.

Sick BF: O-Ok...

Nurse Daisy had ran a few test on Sick Boyfriend and went to her computer to check the results.

Sick BF: Does she know what she's doing?

Drugfriend: Buddy, trust me I know what she's doing.

Nurse Daisy came back.

Nurse Daisy: I'm back with the results

Drugfriend: So how is he?

Nurse Daisy: I have some good news and exciting news, which one do you want to hear?

Drugfriend: Uhh Good news?

Nurse Daisy: Well I've checked Sick Boyfriend and found out that he had morning sickness. Other than that, he's gonna be fine.

Drugfriend: Then what's the exciting news?....

Nurse Daisy: Well I checked why he had morning sickness and why he hasn't have his period for a month, and well...

Sick BF: what is it?

Nurse Daisy looked at Sick Boyfriend and Drugfriend with a warm smile.

Nurse Daisy: Congratulations Mr. Sickest, You're pregnant!

Drugfriend's jaw dropped.

Sick BF: Wait WHAT?! I'm WHAT?!

Nurse Daisy: You're pregnant!

Drugfriend: No no you're joking, right?

Nurse Daisy: I'm not joking, he's 100% pregnant. I'll print out the results for you.

Sick Boyfriend & Drugfriend looked at each other and blushed.

Sick BF: O-Oh my....

Same reaction with Sick Girlfriend and Penelope:

Nurse Lily: Ok I'm back with the results

Sick GF: So what's wrong with Penelope?

Nurse Lily: Well it turns out...

Sick GF: Turns out what?

Nurse Lily: She's Pregnant!

Sick GF: She's WHAT?!

Penelope: I'm WHAT?!

Nurse Lily: Yep. I checked why you had morning sickness and I figured that she hasn't had her period this month and also feeling sick this morning.

Sick GF: But how?! Girls can't get pregnant!!!

Nurse Lily: They can't unless they're partner was a demon or they have some genes that can make themselves pregnant.

Sick GF: Oh. right....

Penelope: So there's a baby inside my belly right now?

Nurse Lily: Yes but it's still a fetus but it will take like 2-3 months to grow

Sick Girlfriend and Penelope blushed at each other.

Sick GF: Oh boy...

Penelope: O-Oh my...

After that....

Drugfriend: Hey girls.....

Sick GF & Penelope: H-hey....

Drugfriend: Let me guess, Penelope's pregnant?

Sick GF: Yep. Sick Boyfriend too?

Drugfriend: Uh Huh.

Sick BF: Yeah Even when you're both genders, you can get pregnant.

Sick GF: O-Ok

Penelope: So what are we gonna do? Should i keep it or?

Sick GF: That's your choice Penny, do you want to keep it?

Penelope: What do you think?

Sick GF: Hmmmm well, I always wanted to have a kid with you but I never expected to happened so soon. So...

Penelope:?

Sick GF: Yeah, I wanna the baby.

Sick BF: Drugfriend?

Drugfriend: What is it?

Sick BF: *about to tear up*

Drugfriend: Woah Woah, Buddy What's wrong?

Sick BF: I'm just worried that what if you don't want the baby and y-

Drugfriend: Sick Boyfriend, what makes you think I don't want the baby.

Sick BF: Huh? *looked at Drugfriend* b-But I though-

Drugfriend: I know I said I don't want kids in the first place but during those times I learned when you and Penny turned to babies made me think that I really want to have kids with you.

Sick BF: O-oh Drugfriend...*tears up*

Drugfriend: H-Hey Buddy, Don't cry.

Sick BF: *sniff* I-I’m not upset, these are tears of joy.

Drugfriend: Well I’m just glad we’re gonna start a family.

Sick BF: Me too😊

Sick GF & Penelope: Us too.

#friday night funkin #fnf spongebob parodies #fnf mod #fnf headcanons #fnf au #Shrugfriend #PenGiana

[mutiara-05]

I really hate watching the time passing me by and I also hate having to witness all my years fly so I hold my pen and sit down, it's time to write time for me to sort whats wrong and what's right but my life has been so fucking dull lately now so Ima tell you about my past and Ima keep it raw ok so back to the year of two thousands and five the mid of that year where I almost didn't survive was still in the womb and they announced me dead they scheduled curettage but "no" grandma said did a second check up and surprise I haven't died I was just chilling in there, was laying on my side now skip to mid august to my time to finally come I took about two days being a nightmare to mom well it's no surprise since she didn't want me at all but wanting a son he went and pinned her to a wall a disappointment since first breath by being a female my pink clothes highlighted the devil's clear fail the doctor who brought me said "she's a miracle" AB negative blood type yet she's alive.. untypical was hours old laying down when a nurse barged in yelling "a bomb was located, leave avoid your fin" the first four years of my life passed by really fast almost died a couple of times but that's the past got a bunch of allergies and one can easily kill me reason of death: a little peanut she couldn't see was five years old and already having trust issues but that's nothing because at six starts the abuse I've always wanted him to go a little bit further To stab him I needed an excuse since he's my father required straight A's while studying three languages school was an hour away and filled by dumb bitches made fun of and pushed around but I stood still all alone cause mama was busy to notice how I'm ill started writing at 6 as a joke but picked it at 10 for real I was alone and scarred I needed something to heal a couple failed tries then I wrote something so cool rushed to her feeling proud but she made me a fool I didn't hold a pen for full three years after that and I lost my spark while losing all the extra fat on sixth grade I failed to write an essay, no surprise costed me but I fixed it following my own advice high school started and was nothing like the movies from a teenage dream to a hell where you pay fees only one year then everything went down hill for me no hope, no dreams, not knowing who I should be fourteen was when I tried to take my life away but failed so I guess god really wanted me to stay now became dead inside using a fake smile to hide then knew an artist who took me to hope on a ride felt understood having a hero who knows my pain kept going by thinking about him under the rain by using his voice I crossed a phobia off of my list While aware he doesn't even know that I exist was struggling still but his smile helped me endure 2020 he left to cure his old left shoulder injure I remember so clear how I cried scared for him but he came back saving my life from being dim now 2021 oppression logged in after my hair cut overwhelmed I held a blue something ready to cut really wanting to see some red while killing myself but blacked out then woke under my books shelf I survived again so I had to create a second face living two lives and switching was the daily race but it's fine I was pretty chill, wanna know why? was waiting to be 17 believing that's when I'd die nineteenth august of two thousands twenty two at a restaurant waiting for two "friends" I knew many things went wrong that day but I didn't mind party's over, had a fight at home he won't be kind took a deep breath and calmly laid on my bed slept with a smile was sure by morning I'll be dead but "it's nine o'clock am" announced by my alarm I woke up at morning safe and sound with no harm my heart sank in why the fuck am I still here? I'm still alive I haven't died that's my biggest fear

Dressed up kinda overshowing to cover my state a couple males tried to hit, I lied: I'm not straight but "boys don't bite" oh yes I assure you they do I ain't letting my guard down, y'all stay safe tho went out with no permission to watch the world cup cool day but the loud sudden cheers fucked it up like sorry dudes I ruined such an important match you enjoy hearing cheers but I see a bloody patch skip that now its exams time I'm expected an A plus but I've been quite and over sleeping ain't it sus Results came back terrible, it ain't no surprise "How sad" "how unexpected" are my little lies let that too pass since it's now my birth month they took my light away and now I'm lost in a labyrinth decided I won't be celebrating nothing this year because I can't enjoy anything if he's not here I'm slipping back to a shadow that's blue and grey I'm slowly digging the dark grave where Ima lay but I don't care if my knees are buried in mud or even if I'm out there drowning in my own blood you can always start a battle and turn it to a war then put me in it with no gun no sword nor armour I can face the snipers alone and slay them all standing over cold bodies, you know I never fall I really don't need nobody, I don't wanna be saved save your pity, sweetness wasn't something I craved was once just a little girl who needed a warm hug but now a tomboy as cold as my iced coffee mug today I finally accepted that I am the villain here so fuck all of the promises I've made, am I clear? I ain't staying and I ain't trying, we won't go out won't write for nobody won't live in the same route I do have a list for the promises so I didn't forget but when I go extra for people I end with regret she was innocent one day but they hurt her a lot I built her a castle with high walls, for her I fought all she ever wanted was someone to read her a story now she write those and overuse the word sorry Dear lord I'm sorry for not being the best believer sorry that I only pray when I get a strong fever I'm sorry to my cousin, I cant keep being your idol I'm sorry grandma when you were alive I didn't call and I'm so sorry grandpa if I was ever too cold sorry aunt I stopped loving you when I got old sorry to my uncle who died the month I was born I blame myself for it every day and I'm still torn sorry to my "friends" I never loved you enough so sorry to the boy I turned down, I was rough sorry to the sun and the star that I did wrong you'll both keep shining in the lines of my song sorry to mama that I'm not the perfect daughter and sorry but I hate you so fucking much father to six thousands five hundred and seventy four days of me existing while being dead to my core

#writing #female writers #writers and poets #writers on tumblr #spilled ink #feeling #original poem #passion #tw depressing thoughts #tw depressing stuff #tw ed diet #vent #life story #18 years old #tw mental illness #tw sui ideation #long poem #long poetry

[wenevergotusedtoegypt]

Had a bit of a frustrating experience at the MFM today.

I get there, they call me back relatively quickly this time (last time we had to wait forever), the sonographer does the ultrasound. She leaves to go check that she got everything she needed or something, comes back, hands me the slip to make my next appointment, and says I can leave.

With my first pregnancy I was really only at this MFM for ultrasounds (which my midwives don’t do in-office), so this would’ve been normal. But I knew I was davka supposed to meet with the doctor about how my blood sugar readings are going, so I asked about that, and the sonographer was like, “Oh, do you  want to meet with her? Uh, ok, go back to the waiting room and they’ll call you.”

Once in the waiting room I looked down  at the appointment slip and saw she’d written to come back in 4 weeks, which was odd because this past time was only 3 weeks and I don’t know why you’d go for longer later on in the pregnancy, and she’d only checked off “follow-up ultrasound” and not “consultation” like in the past. 

Several minutes later the sonographer came out to the waiting room and said, “I’m sorry, you’re actually coming back in 2 weeks because you have hypothyroid and gestational diabetes. Let me change that,” and took a pen and turned her “4″ into a completely illegible scribble that looked if anything like some kind of fancy lowercase G. Still no consult checked off but I didn’t ask because I figured I would just double check with the doctor.

I then waited at least another 20 minutes before finally being called back again, only to find out I was not in fact meeting with the doctor but with her new nurse  practitioner, who I met for a hot second at my previous appointment 3 weeks ago. I actually think I like her better than the doctor, at least based on this 1 experience, but whatever. Anyway, went over my sugars with her, then asked her what to expect going forward in terms of appointments, as in should I expect to be coming in every 2 weeks for the rest of my pregnancy this early on. She was like, “2 weeks? Who told you that?” and I explained what happened. She said, “No, your levels are doing fine, you only need to come in every 3 weeks at this point. If suddenly your levels start going out of control regularly, then call and we’ll have you come in sooner, but if you keep things well-controlled like this you don’t need to come in more often until 36 weeks, at which point you’ll come in weekly.” She took the appointment slip, crossed out the 4/2/g thing, and wrote 3 next to it.

I went to the front desk to make my next appointment and was surprised when the receptionist offered me a Friday appointment, because the doctor(/NP?) isn’t typically there on Fridays, but I went with it because that week Monday is Shavuos, Tuesday my son’s daycare is closed for Isru Chag and we don’t know if my husband will have class yet, Wednesday I have something at work, and Thursday I already have 2 other medical appointments, so fine, Friday works. She then said, “you don’t have any medical issues or complications, right?” and I was like “....no, I have hypothyroidism and gestational diabetes.” She then said, “Oh, you can’t come in on a Friday then, you need to come on a day when the doctor is in.” 🤦🏻‍♀️ And then I realized that the NP still hadn’t checked off on the appointment slip that I needed a consultation.

Anyway, at least everything is looking healthy with baby KA”H and B”H I spoke up about needing to see the doctor.

#babyjournal 2.0 #27w4d

[sadnesslaughs]

You hit your head and black out, waking up in a hospital. But as you wake, millions of lines of text fly by in your vision. Turns out that humans have been getting patched for centuries but nobody has ever been updated before, because we only ever go into sleep mode. You just had a proper reboot.

Ever had your brain scrambled by concrete? Probably a dumb question, since a brain scramblings an impossible thing. However, that’s the best way to describe the feeling of your head bouncing off a slab of concrete. That brief rattling of your jelly like brain flying around your skull before everything goes black. Experiencing that one hard shock of pain before you fall into the void of sleep.

Then… Nothing.

Well, except the dreams and blurs of noise that surround you. The odd beeping of a machine breaking through those cloudy dreams. The beeps followed by a symphony of mom crying or dad talking about something or another. It’s a haze and one that you find yourself trapped in. The best way to describe it would be swimming through the deepest parts of the ocean. Weightlessly pushing through dark waters that you can’t see in. Are you going back to the surface or are you swimming deeper into the eternal slumber?

I can consider myself lucky, either I had on a firm lifejacket, or my swimming skills were better than I ever knew. Because on a cold, miserable morning, I woke up, greeted by a flash of random numbers and letters. The room swirling with these random codes. The nurse was the first to greet me, finding me sitting up on my bed, eyes darting around the room in a crazed manner. She said disorientation is a normal side effect of a coma, but it had nothing to do with disorientation. The world around me had changed, and I was the only one aware of it.

“Anything out of the ordinary that you’ve noticed?”

“No, doctor.”

“Any strange symptoms?”

“No, doctor.”

“No, doctor.” I repeated, much to the confusion of the woman sitting before me. She glanced at her clipboard, pen hovering over the question she was planning to ask. I already knew the question, instinctively answering it before she could get the words out. Why was this taking so long?

“Are you ok?”

“Yes, doctor.” I lied, feeling the honesty of my first response might make this session longer. I was far from alright; everything had been so different since I woke up. It was like I could read their minds. Or maybe not something as outlandish as that. It felt like I could read their lips before the words came out or see their actions before they had made a movement. Everything felt slow.

“You need to tell me if you are feeling any unusual symptoms. The period after a coma is rather taxing on the body. The fact that you’re able to move around is a miracle. The recovery period can be years and that’s if you’re even lucky enough to recover from the damage. Are you feeling agitated? You don’t appear comfortable in your seat.”

As she said that, my leg bounced against the floor, tapping on the spot. Did I look comfortable? Of course, I wasn’t comfortable, nothing about this situation was comfortable. A sterile room with a person I’ve never met before asking me questions. How could I feel any comfort? Not to mention the speed of this all was agonizingly slow. Yet, I struggled to be mad at her. Nothing about her demeanor showed that she was being malicious. She did care about my health. That look of pity she gave me as I squirmed against the chair fabric, the sigh when I scratched at my arm. I could never read a person before and still, it felt so easy to do so now. Like her face had opened up, showing me all the thoughts buzzing between her brain cells.

“I will. I’m sorry, it’s been a long week. I promise, I’m as fine as I can be.” That concluded our little talk. They monitored me for another week before sending me home. My parents happily telling me all about what I missed while I sat in the backseat, staring out the window.

“I’ve never felt so connected with the world.” The smells, the sway of the breeze, the small clicking of car blinkers, everything felt so connected, as if it were all joined by one long thread of rope.

My odd comment made my parents laugh, and they attributed it to the medication I had been given. I hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but something about the discovery of it all made me feel the need to speak about it. It felt incredible, everything making sense for the first time. Staring at my parents seated in the front seats of the car. I could only feel bad for them. How could a person go through life not knowing about this?

Despite the initial joy I had felt, the next weeks were rough.

The whole rat race of life went against everything that my new instincts felt were right. How could a beautiful world get reduced to this? The fact that this long thread connects all of humans and yet we hold such contempt for one another. It’s insane. People didn’t understand that no matter the hate they held, that thread of humanity still connected everything. We were all human. Nothing else mattered. But, the thread isn’t only for us. Animals, plants, bugs and everything in between. This thread joins the world, and that thread is beautiful when it isn’t being pulled and frayed.

I found myself in a deep depression after that, going about my day in a trance. Again, they contributed this to the medication, and I didn’t argue with them. How could I explain this? I was an alien to humanity, someone that didn’t understand the ways of the surrounding world. Everything was slow and harsh. Where was the humanity in humanity?

Then that trance took me back to the spot where it all began, sitting by the side of that concrete slab. I wasn’t sure why I found myself seated on the edge of this sidewalk, staring blankly at the spot before me. Maybe I was grieving the previous me, hoping he might come back or I would awake from this. The longer I sat there, the worst I felt. That sinking feeling growing heavier as I realized this was my fate. There was no magic button to reverse this and no person to save me.

“Oops.” I felt a splash of cold hit my back, leaving a sticky wad of ice cream dripping down the back of my shirt. I turned to face the culprit. The kid frowning as he watched his treat ooze off me. It was clear he was more upset about the ice cream than he was about tripping over me. Although he did eventually mumble out a small apology. “Sorry.”

“It’s ok.” I turned back to the slab, only to hear sniffing. The kid doing his best to hold back tears. What could have made him so attached to an ice cream? I glanced back at him, watching his face contort into that ugly look of sadness. The face of someone screwing their face in a brave attempt to not break down. For this first time I could see that thread dangling off his back, a connection leading back somewhere.

My eyes followed the thread until I couldn’t see it any longer. When the thread was out of sight, I got a vision. An old, frail woman with delicate silver hair. Her bones aching and still she got up to greet her grandson. The woman embracing him in a tight hug, even though her tired form would rather be sinking into her rocking chair. She didn’t have much, only a lot of love to give to a person who was her world. She fished out what was left of her pension to buy him a treat. A treat that now dripped off my back.

I couldn’t do anything, screwing my face up. It took a lot of effort to stop myself from joining the kid in his sobbing. I reached for my wallet, finding whatever notes I had in it. I handed them to the kid and smiled. “Get two and share it.” It was amazing how quickly a kid could stop crying. In a moment, he had stopped crying and taken the cash. While his face showed how grateful he was, he didn’t think to say thank you, rushing to the store. I could see it now, him rushing home, two ice creams in hand. The older woman letting out an impressed exhale as he recounted his tale. The two sharing the story over the dessert. That small glimpse was what made humanity so amazing.

Maybe that was the point of this all? The thread could never be perfect. We would never have a unified humanity, but we could all do our part to create a better world. Maybe if enough of us put in the effort, it would encourage others to do the same? I picked myself up from the sidewalk, shifting my arms a little, trying to get my shirt unstuck from my back. For the first time since the coma, I felt I could think a little clearer. Heading back home, I could hold my head up high. I would create some little changes to the world. Even if they went unnoticed, I would do my part. Although, I would need to change my shirt before I started.

#short stories #writing #writing prompt #story #writer

[notanotherreidgirl]

I just had an idea based on my recent health experience: What if Spence had to wear a Holter for 24 or 72 hours to measure his heart's activity (maybe as part of the FBIs health checks) ? And he has to take notes of everything he does so that they can match it with the information collected so he cannot have sex or masturbate unless he's willing to justify his increased heart activity to a team of doctors. So, reader being reader, decides to drive him nuts, teasing him again and again because she knows he can't do anything about it. (Does he end up cumming in his pants because he's trying so hard not to touch himself and increase his heart rate?) ☺️🥰

Love ya! Have a great day!

Let's Get Physical

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, edging, blowjob, grinding, coming in pants

Word Count: 1380 (i'm inclined to just call this a full fic)

A/N: First, an apology. This has been in my inbox for quite a while and I am very sorry about the wait. Secondly, I made this entire scenario up after doing some minimal research on Holter monitors so it might not make sense.

Spencer gave Hotch’s door a light tap before taking a deep breath and then giving two sharp knocks. “Come in”

The door swung open and Derek patted him on the shoulder with a smile as he exited, no doubt having just received a glowing report regarding his physical health. Spencer dropped into the seat, casting a quick glance at the team of health professionals on Hotch’s couch and immediately regretting it. They were very clinical looking - pressed white lab coats, hair combed and gelled back, clipboards piled with papers, already scribbling away and speaking among themselves in hushed voices. “Ok Dr. Reid, we just have a few questions to ask you regarding your health practices and then we’ll take a look at the results from the Holter Monitor. Is that alright?”

“Um yeah. Yeah, that’s fine” he glanced over at Hotch who was leafing through Spencer’s notes with a raised eyebrow. The first few questions about his diet and lifestyle practices were easy but then came the dreaded evaluation of the Holter measurements. “Now we just have a few questions about some of the readings from the Holter. I see there was a bit of a spike right after you put it on that you attributed to nerves?”

“O-oh uh yeah, I was just a little nervous about having it on. That was it.” But that wasn’t the exact truth.

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You had Spencer sit cross-legged on the bed without his shirt when he came home with the Holter. He was explaining how it worked as you studied the diagram detailing how to put it on. You slipped the wearable recording device over his head and climbed into his lap, surreptitiously rocking your hips into his as you untangled the wires. His hands encircled your waist, adjusting your angle so your clothed core ran against his entire length. You attached the electrodes carefully, kissing each patch of skin before covering it. His breath came out in soft pants as his release mounted and he squeezed his eyes shut. Just as he was about to come, you clicked the machine on and his eyes flew open.

“Wait, Y/N! I can’t - I’m supposed to keep my heart rate down.” The panic in his voice was evident and you smirked. If there was one thing you knew about Spencer it was that he liked succeeding. One might even say he liked winning - 3 Ph.Ds, prolific poker player, unsubs behind bars - so it didn’t come as a surprise to you that he was keen on passing his health evaluation. You trailed a hand down his chest, feeling the pounding heart he was trying to calm with deep breaths. “If you say so, doc”

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The evaluator’s next question snapped him from his reverie. “That sounds fine but there was a concerning increase in your heart activity at 2 AM. It says here that you were exercising, specifically sprinting?”

Spencer dropped the pen he had been twirling and dove under his chair to get it. “Ah yes, I - uh - those are my nightly sprints.”

If Hotch’s eyebrows went up any farther they’d disappear in his hairline. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing a hand across his face in exasperation when he spotted your face peeking out through an opening in his office blinds. You darted away quickly, sprinting back to your desk. Meanwhile, Spencer mentally chastised himself for his lack of self-restraint, saying that he was doing sprints at 2 AM was stupid but it was the only thing he could think of that could somewhat explain his elevated heart rate without revealing his actual activities.

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He couldn’t sleep with the monitor on, tossing and turning in your arms until he rolled onto his back and let out a frustrated huff. You sleepily propped yourself up on your elbow. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

He scooted in closer, curling his body into yours and burying his face into your tits. He whined, “Can’t sleep with this thing on me”

“Oh, poor baby. Do you need me to make you feel better?” You dipped a hand down the front of his pajama pants and he automatically pressed his hips forward, used to you soothing him in this way after nightmares. He was already half-hard and you stroked him softly before sliding down the bed. His whimpers at the loss of your breasts exploded into loud moans as you swallowed his length, running your tongue up the underside of his cock and sucking at the tip before taking him back into your throat. Usually, you would take your time but you were feeling particularly wicked tonight, bringing a hand up to cradle his balls as the other forced his wild hips down onto the bed. Once again you pulled away just as his orgasm began to materialize and he threw his head back against the pillows, whines devolving into a choked sob. “We wouldn’t want to mess up your Holter results, now would we?”

Needless to say, he didn’t get any sleep that night.

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“Well Dr. Reid, this kind of activity is most unusual and frankly quite concerning. Your heart rate even shot up right before you returned the monitor which you again attributed to nerves.” Spencer’s face reddened as he recalled the events that transpired that morning.

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He was pacing down a vacant hallway in the basement of the Bureau, willing his nerves away. He was sure he would fail. Could you even fail one of these evaluations? Probably. If anyone could fail it would be Spencer. Between the events of the last 24 hours and the fact that Derek was going right before him, he knew he was screwed. And then as if the universe were conspiring against him there you were coming out of the printer room, heels clicking against the floor, hips swaying, a form-fitting blouse leaving just enough to the imagination. And Spencer had a very vivid imagination. Watching you float towards him was really all it took to have him standing at attention, heart rate skyrocketing. But you were ever the overachiever, threading his tie between your fingers and pulling him in for a kiss. Your knee came up between his legs and he automatically rocked into you, still worked up from your relentless denial. You ran your tongue over his bottom lip, deepening the kiss and applying even more pressure. “You’ve been so good, sweetheart. Trying your very hardest to control yourself. It’s adorable.”

It didn’t even occur to Spencer that he had to return the monitor along with his notes in less than 10 minutes, he was cumming in his pants as soon as the praise left your lips, whining into your mouth as he finally attained his long-awaited release. He looked down at you in shock as you stepped back. “Shit, Y/N! What do I do? They’re gonna call me up in 5 minutes!”

You gave him a mocking look of sympathy as you smoothed the wrinkles in his dress shirt. “Guess you better get cleaned up then”

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“Dr. Reid, I’d like to see you again for a follow-up.” The doctor on the left scribbled their name on the bottom of a form and handed it to Spencer. He gave the paper a quick glance before looking over at Hotch with wide eyes. Help me.

Hotch sighed, taking the form from Spencer and giving it a quick scan before returning it to the evaluation team. “As we know, Dr. Reid has had a tumultuous history with these physical assessments. However, he is an invaluable member of this team and has proven himself in the field time and time again. I don’t see any reason to prolong this evaluation. Now if you’ll excuse us, I believe Dr. Reid was your last appointment of the day”

They protested but Hotch fixed them with his trademark stare and they stood up to leave. “Very well, but Dr. Reid will not be exempt from his yearly fitness test this time.”

Spencer gulped, watching them file out the room. He turned to Hotch thanking him as he took his file and turned to leave, glad it was over. But before he could leave, Hotch cleared his throat. “I take it Y/N will be helping you train for your fitness test”

#spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x reader smut #spencer reid smut #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds smut #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #sub!spence coming in his pants is something that can be so personal #lanie's 1k celebration! #unsuitable for work

[myhockeyworld87]

Not So Dangerous Liaison - Sidney Crosby - Part 29

Word Count: 4,619

POV:  Reader

Warngings: Language, Pregnancy

Notes: Ok here’s the chapter some of you have been hounding me for. When we last saw these two, the Pens were in the midst of a playoff run. (Y/N) had not one but two positive pregnancy tests and Sid had just taken a devastating hit on the ice. Let’s see what happens now. Would absolutely kill to get more feedback from you guys, other than when is the next chapter. So please send it my way and give me motivation to write the next chapter if you want it.Happy Reading! 

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As Sid made his way down the ramp to the training room, you tried to quell the bout of nausea that kept threatening to make its presence known.  Over the last year, he'd taken a hard hit to the boards or tweaked a muscle from time to time. In every instance, he would simply wink or give you some sort of acknowledgment that he was ok. Never had he completely ignored the fact that you were standing there. That fact alone told you how serious the injury was, even if you wouldn't have seen him lying on the ice writhing in pain.

It seemed as though your legs couldn't move fast enough, as you followed the trainers and doctors down the hall. You kept telling yourself to breathe and that everything would be fine. You weren't working for the Penguins back when Sid suffered a season ending concussion that kept him out of the game over a span of two years. Sid didn't speak about it too much, but you knew how hard it had been for him, and watching him take that hit tonight couldn't help but bring flashbacks of that time. You followed them into the room, staying out of the way so that the doctors could check him out. It was a process you'd probably watched a hundred times on numerous players, but watching them work on Sid scared the hell out of you.

You grabbed your phone and quickly dialed Trina. "How is he?" Were the first words out of her mouth.

"I'm not sure. The doctors are talking with him now. He hasn't said much." Gear was being taken off of him, as well as vitals all being checked." He hasn't even looked at me." You heard a hitch in Trina's voice, confirming your worst fears, for she too knew that it was unlike Sid to let you worry if nothing was wrong. Ears straining, you heard Sid mumble something yet couldn't make out the words. Was his speech grabbled? Had the hit affected him that badly? You sent up a silent prayer that everything would be fine. It was while they were checking his reflexes and his response to light that you were able to give Trina the next update. "They're taking him to the hospital. Sounds like they want to do an MRI to rule everything."

"You're going with him, right?"

"Yes, of course. I'll update you the minute I know anything."

"Thank you (Y/N). I'll know you'll take good care of my boy." The two of you said goodbye and then you headed over to tell Chris you were going to the hospital, and where all the forms were if anyone else got hurt. You quickly ran down to your office and grabbed your bag, before heading to the training room. Sid was stripped out of his uniform and already in sweats, when you got back, doctors' still surrounding him.

It was only then that he finally spoke to you. "Babe, can you grab my wallet and phone?"

"Yeah, sure." You headed over to the locker room, the period having ended by now.

"How is he?" You weren't sure if it was Flower that asked or Tanger. Hell, it could've been Geno. You were on autopilot simply heading to his stall and sifting through it to get what you needed.

"They're taking him to the hospital to get checked out further. I'll keep you in the loop."

Flower came up to you then, throwing a hand over your shoulder. "He'll be alright, (Y/N)." Just that small gesture and you were ready to crumble into a million pieces on the floor. You felt the first tear slip out. Quickly, you swiped it away before more followed in its wake. "Call Vero, if the game is still going or if it's after call me. You got this." He hugged you, and you felt a few more hands pat your back as you headed back to Sid.

"The car's ready." The doctor proclaimed once you entered the room. "Are you going with us or following in Sid's car." You hadn't even thought about it, as every instinct in your body wanted to go with your boyfriend, but you supposed it made more sense to take the Land Rover, so you could take Sid home after the tests.

"I'll meet you there." The doctor nodded, then took Sid by the elbow. You could tell by the way Sid held himself that he was unused to being coddled, like a toddler just learning to walk, yet he didn't shrug off the help either. The drive to the hospital seemed endless and even turning on the radio to listen to the game didn't seem to distract you from thoughts of Sid going through another lengthy concussion. Of course, you ran every worst-case scenario through your head. If he would be out for the rest of the season, you'd have to get someone to replace you with the team as you'd need to be there for him. There was always the option of getting someone to stay with him, but you hated that idea. He was your boyfriend, you wanted to be the one to care for him. And what if the recovery was a lengthy one, what would you do then? The ink was barely dry on the contract you'd signed earlier this year. Was it too late to turn the job down? You knew Sid would never hear of you quitting to take care of him, but what if you didn't have a choice? Every thought made you sicker and sicker to your stomach.

Your hand went to rest on your abdomen, hoping to ease your worries, but instead, it magnified them by tenfold. The baby. You'd completely forgotten about the other little predicament you were in. There was no time to think about it though as you pulled up to the hospital. Rushing inside, you made your way to imaging where Sid's MRI was already in progress. You waited outside, sitting in one of the chairs while nervous energy coursed through your body. Your phone dinged, alerting you to a text. Tanger was keeping you up to date on the game and wanting to know how Sidney was. Unfortunately, you had nothing to report at the moment. He tried to reassure that everything would be fine, but that was easier said than done, especially since Tanger himself was out with a long-term injury. At least he tried to distract as much as possible.

A nurse finally came out to the waiting room, which was empty except for you. "The doctor's reviewing the scans now, but Mr. Crosby asked if you could come in." You got up and made your way over to her, then stopped abruptly. "Is something wrong?"

"It's just…" you weren't exactly sure how to say this, at the same time you had to know. "I think I might be pregnant." God, she didn't need to know that, especially when even Sid didn't know. "I have an appointment tomorrow." Now you were babbling, giving information out that definitely wasn't needed. "I just didn't know if it was safe."

She patted your shoulders. "It's perfectly fine for you to go inside. MRIs are safe. It's CAT scans you want to stay away from."

"Oh, thank you." You started to head inside once again and then turned back again. "I'd appreciate it if this stayed between us." The last thing you needed was it getting out to the press, that Sidney Crosby's girlfriend was pregnant.

"Of course."

Sid was laying on a gurney off to the side; eyes closed even though the lights were dimmed. He probably had a splitting headache. You went to his side, the back of your hand caressing his cheek. His eyes fluttered open. "Hey babe, how's the head feel?"

"Not too bad actually. I feel like I'll be back on the ice tomorrow for sure."

"Sid." You let your voice carry the weight and the enormity of what a decision like that would mean.

"I know, I know. We'll wait and see what Doc has to say."

"Thank you," you whispered keeping your voice low.

The doctor chose that moment to come in and talk to Sid. "I looked over the scans a few times." Sid grabbed your hand. It let you know he was more worried than he had let on. "It's a concussion, as I expected." Your heart sank for your boyfriend and you gave his hand a reassuring squeezing. "But it's just a mild one. Nothing like before. I expect you'll be back on the ice in a few days. IF you rest." The doctor emphasized the word if, and you knew why. He knew your boyfriend as well as you did and knew that he would try anything and everything to get back onto the ice. "You were lucky. That was a nasty hit you took, but I don't see you having any long-term effects from it."

"That's good news," you declared, while at the same time Sid said, "So you think I'll be out on the ice in a day or so."

"Sid, Doc said you needed rest."

"Yes, I did. Thank you for reminding him, (Y/N). Go home, put some ice on that neck and try to take it easy. I don't want you driving either until I've cleared you. I'll reevaluate you tomorrow at practice. I'm going to call Sully. I'll see you both tomorrow." With that, the doctor left.

"Come on, let's get you home and in bed." Sid nodded, gingerly getting up off the hospital bed he was laying on. You knew he was feeling the effects of the concussion more than he let on, but at least things weren't as bad as you originally thought.

The ride home was quiet; the radio off as Sid laid his head back on the seat. You were probably five miles from home when he finally asked. "So, how'd the game go?"

He would eventually find out, but you knew he wouldn't be pleased with what you had to say. "We lost…in overtime. The guys really gave it their all."

"Yeah, I'm sure they did, though it's hard being a man down."

You briefly thought about pointing out that Niskanen had been kicked out but didn't want to add any salt to the wound, so you remained silent. Choosing instead to add, "We'll get the next one." He simply hummed a response, as you pulled into the driveway. "I'll help you upstairs, then I'm going to call the guys."

"You don't need to. Besides I'm kind of hungry. Think I'm going to make a sandwich first."

"I can do that for you." You were both in the house now and hurried into the kitchen to see what you could find to make him. "There's leftover pasta from last night if you want that instead?"

"Sure, that sounds good." He pulled up a seat at the island as you got the plate ready for him. It took no time at all before you set that and some water in front of him. "Thank you." You headed over to your purse searching for your phone. "Why don't you sit with me for a bit?"

"I am. I just want to text Flower and see if he can take you home after practice tomorrow."

He scrunched his eyes together. "Can't you do it?"

"Uh, no. I can't." He stopped eating his pasta so he could look at you. "I have an appointment." While your original plan had been to tell Sid everything. Tonight's events had made you change your mind. The last thing he needed to hear was that you were pregnant.

"For?" He prompted, not letting the issue die, while at the same time returning to his favorite meal.

"It's a…" you hem hawed, trying to think of something that would seem appropriate to tell him. Fidgeting the entire time, as you tried to scramble for words that didn't want to appear in your brain.

"(Y/N), is something wrong?" Food completely forgotten, he shoved his plate aside, swiveling in the stool so that he was now facing you.

"We can talk about it when you're feeling better. If you're done, why don't we head up to bed."

"My head is fine, but I'm only going to feel better if you tell me what's really going on?" He was concerned, you could see it written all over his face. When you didn't answer right away, he started making guesses. "Are you sick? You're not thinking of moving out? Please tell me tonight didn't make you rethink our relationship?"

His mind always seemed to travel a mile a minute and you could barely keep up as he spouted one idea after another. "No, no it's not like that at all."

"Then what is it, babe? You're making me nervous."

You inhaled deeply, knowing that the only way out of this was by telling him the truth. "I didn't want to tell you like this, because it's the last thing you need to think about, but…" He grabbed your hands, as you'd been so nervous that you started to crack your knuckles.

"Just say it, (Y/N)."

"I think I'm pregnant, Sid." There it was the one thing you didn't want to have to say especially after the man had just been concussed. Maybe by some luck of fate, he'd forget it all in the morning.

"You think you're pregnant?" Sid repeated, a small smile forming on his face.

"Well yeah, I mean I took a test. Two really and they both were positive. I didn't want to say anything until I confirmed everything with the doctor."

The smile on his face continued to grow. "When? How? I mean…why didn't you tell me?" His concussion definitely had to be a mild one for how quickly he was thinking tonight. You couldn't even answer one question before he had another one out.

"I'm not exactly sure about the when part. As for the how, I don't think we need to go back to fourth-grade health class. But when we were packing for DC, I realized I hadn't had my period in a while. So…uh…yeah…I sort of lied that night and said I needed to talk to Vero and went and bought some tests." Like you had flipped a switch, you could see the current of your words traveling to his brain as he processed everything. "I took them once we were at the hotel."

"(Y/N), you should've told me."

"How could I? You shouldn't be focusing on something like this when you're in the middle of a playoff run."

The disapproving look he gave you, could rival any of those your grandmother had given you throughout your childhood. You felt like a sullen child who was being banished to the corner for a timeout, all with one look from him. "I'm fully capable of thinking about more than hockey, (Y/N) and you know that."

The guilt you felt at just that simple statement, started to eat away at your gut. If you were being honest with yourself there was another reason, but it was harder to admit than you thought. "I know you are. I suppose that's just a copout." You took a shaky breath before you continued. "I guess I'm scared."

"Scared of what?"

Tears started to well in your eyes. With the pad of his thumb, Sid brushed them away. "I don't know…of everything. That we're not ready for this, since we haven't even been dating a whole year. That our life is going to change drastically. That I'll have to give up my job." Once you started rattling things off it was as if you couldn't stop. The last one though, well that made you choke on a sob before you could even get it out. "That I won't be a good mother." It all felt so wrong, dumping this all on him while he was injured. Which just seemed to prove your point about the last part. Moms' should put their child's needs first and not their own. You were going to be horrible at this.

"Oh sweetheart," he whispered and gathered you into his arms. He comforted you for a few moments before pulling you back to look you in the eye. "You're going to be the best mom there is. Look at the way you take care of all of us. And believe me, I know we can be a handful. It's like you already have almost thirty kids now." You had to laugh for he was somewhat right, for sometimes grown men could act like toddlers. "As for your job, we can work that out. We'll hire a nanny if you want, so you can still work. I mean yeah you'll need to take some time off after you have the baby, but we'll figure that out." How he could simply solve all your problems, amazed you. Concussion or not, the man was always at the top of his game, at least where you were concerned. "And I'm not sure if you realize this, but I've been ready to have kids with you for a while now." That smile, the genuine one that got caught on camera every now and then, graced his lips. "It's all I can think about sometimes. How beautiful you'll look carrying our child, and how great it will be to teach our kid to skate or throw a ball. I've even thought about taking them to soccer practice or ballet. I think about all those things because I want them all with you."

"It might not be so great when they wake up screaming at two in the morning because of a poopy diaper."

He giggled causing you to laugh as well. "Ok, admittedly that won't be a highlight, but I'll gladly get up and change it, or feed them a bottle, or rock him or her back to sleep. I can't wait for all that."

"So, you're ok with this?"

"(Y/N), I'm more than ok with this. You're literally making me the happiest man alive." You smiled. The first real one since you thought you were pregnant. "So, we're doing this right?"

You nodded your head. "Yeah, yeah we are."

His lips met yours then. The kiss sweet and tender, and filled with so much love. "We're having a baby, baby." You laughed kissing him back as you both were just giddy with thoughts of becoming a family of three. "So, what time's your appointment? I'd like to go with you if that's ok?"

"I made it for after practice. I thought you'd be watching film and I could sneak away for a bit." You admitted a bit sheepishly for going behind his back. "I can see if we can make it for later."

"No, it's fine. I don't need to stay for films. Let's face it, I won't be playing the next game. Doc all but said that. I can catch up on them later. This is more important."

"But…"

"No buts, babe. I'm going with you."

"Ok," you agreed knowing that you weren't going to win that argument even if you tried. "But now we are heading to bed. You need rest."

"So, do you…mom."

You smiled, while happy tears formed in your eyes. "Ok…dad." The two of you headed upstairs, dishes still on the counter.

*********

By two o'clock the next day, you were sitting in the doctor's office, after having your blood drawn and peeing in a cup, waiting for the doctor to give you the official news. Sid's eyes were huge as they took in the exam room. You warned him that the doctor would probably want to take out your IUD, but hadn't exactly gone into details about anything. "Why are those things there?"

You were sitting on the table, clad in only a gown, while Sid sat in a chair pulled up beside you. "The stirrups?" He nodded and you had to laugh. Of course, he'd seen his fair share of exam tables but never one at an OB/GYN. "My feet go there when the doctor examines me." He raised one eyebrow. "Just stay topside and we'll be fine." You were saved from answering further questions by the doctor coming in.

"It's good to see you again, (Y/N)." She said taking your hand and shaking it. "And this is…" It was only then that she noticed sitting beside you was hockey great, Sidney Crosby. "Oh, I know who you are…Mr. Crosby. I…" she stuttered somewhat star-struck. Sid had that effect on people. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize."

"It's ok, and please call me Sid."

"Oh…well…yes. Nice to meet you, Sid." She shook his hand, then proceeded to look at your chart. "So it says here, you think you might be pregnant? Any idea when your last period was?"

"Beginning of February."

She nodded and then reviewed the chart. "Ok, so I'd like to do an ultrasound and check things out if you don't mind. Go ahead and put your feet up and scooch down to the end of the table." You did as instructed, checking on Sid to make sure how he was doing. He kept his eyes trained on your face which was for the best. She moved the wand around several times, eyes on the screen as she did. Both you and Sid watched along with her. You'd seen this on television a million times. There would be this little blob, that you probably couldn't make out, and eventually, the doctor would say that was your baby. So you really weren't surprised when you didn't recognize anything coming up on the screen. A few more passes with the wand and then the doctor was removing it. "You can go ahead and sit up for me, (Y/N)." Once again, doing as you were told, you sat up looking at the doctor expectantly. "I'm sorry to say this, but you're not pregnant."

"I don't understand. I took two tests," you told her, not fully comprehending her words. "They both were positive."

She nodded her head, before saying anything more, while Sid grabbed your hand for support. "So, let's talk about a few things here. Your urine test today came back positive as well, but the blood result was inconclusive. That's why I wanted to do the ultrasound before confirming your pregnancy. (Y/N), you had what we like to call a chemical pregnancy."

"Chemical pregnancy?" This from Sid as he was listening just as intently as you were to the doctor.

"Yes, it's basically when the embryo, doesn't attach or grow in the uterus. There's no real known cause. It can happen for a number of reasons, and we really don't get into a deep dive as to why, unless it occurs more than once."

"So, you're saying I was pregnant but I'm not anymore?"

"Unfortunately, yes." You bit the inside of your cheek to stave off any tears that threatened to flow. All that talk of 2 a.m. feedings and diaper changes, last night were for nothing. The empty pit in your heart felt just as empty as your womb, and there was nothing you could do about it.

"Was there something I did or didn't do? Should I have come in sooner?"

She patted your other hand, the one Sid wasn't holding. "As I said, there really isn't anything you could've done. There could be any number of reasons this happened, one of the most common is hormone imbalances, and with you still having your IUD; that could've been the cause. I can't be a hundred percent sure though. I will say this though if you're looking to get pregnant, we definitely need to remove it. I'm going to give you two a couple minutes. I'll be back in a few and we can discuss it a bit more."

You felt numb. Almost like when you woke up from a nightmare, only you were living it. The last seven days had been a roller coaster of emotions and it seemed as though you weren't going to be able to get off the ride anytime soon. You looked over at Sid, there was a sadness in his eyes, that you felt down in your soul. "I'm so sorry," you whispered out.

"(Y/N), you have nothing to be sorry for." He got up then, standing beside you, and gathered you in his arms.

"I'm sorry I put you through this," you told him. "I should've been sure before…" A hiccup escaped you as you choked on a sob. "I'm sorry…I don't know why I'm crying." His arms moved up and down your back in a soothing motion, as tears continued to fall from your eyes. "It seems silly too…over something we never even had."

"It's not silly, (Y/N). It hurts. It hurts like hell actually." You heard him sniffle and knew he felt just as horrible as you did. That thought only made you feel worse. If you hadn't told him, he wouldn't have to be going through this right now, but at the same time, you'd be here, alone. Maybe it was selfish, but you couldn't imagine receiving this news by yourself. "And it hurts because we both wanted this."

You did want this. Somewhere between taking those home pregnancy tests and this morning, you finally realized you wanted to be a mom. It wasn't just that though. You wanted a baby with Sid. You wanted this baby, but you didn't have him or her anymore. "We did, didn't we?"

"Yes, babe, we did." When he pulled you back from his embrace, his face took on a serious look. "But we can try again, (Y/N). There's no reason we can't do this right now."

"But what if it happens again?"

"Then we keep trying, and I'll find the best doctors to find out why this is happening." Somewhere deep down, you knew that Sid would go to the ends of the earth if he had to. "And if that doesn't work we can do that invitro thing." He probably had no clue what that involved, hell you didn't really either, but it spoke volumes to how badly he wanted a baby with you. Capturing your chin with his thumb and index finger, he made sure you were looking him in the eye before he spoke. "If that doesn't work, there's always adoption. And before you say anything, I would be thrilled to adopt a baby with you. There are so many kids out there that need a loving home, babe, and we could give them that."

Tears freely flowing now at all that he was offering you. Not just himself, but possibly his legacy too. "Sid…"

"No, (Y/N), don't say it. I love you and at the end of the day, you're all I need. No one else but you. Whatever happens, happens. Ok?"

There was no way in this world you could love this man possibly more than you did at this moment. "Ok. I love you too." The kiss to your lips he gave you, was tender and sweet and spoke of all the promises he'd just made and more that you felt were coming.

The doctor came in right at that moment. "Oh." The two of you broke apart at her exclamation.

"Sorry," Sid said sheepishly.

"No, it's fine. I can give you both more time."

"That's not necessary," you spoke up and told her. "We've decided we want the IUD out." Sid looked at you with a huge smile on his face before pecking your lips quickly. "So how soon can we try for a baby again?"

#sidney crosby #not so dangerous liaison series #nsdl #sidney crosby imagine #sidney Crosby imagines #sidney crosby fanfiction #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #nhl fanfic #hockey fanfic #sidney Crosby fanfic

[redfoxwriter]

Confusion

“You confuse me”

“Welcome to the club”

(Not my prompt, click to see the original prompt.)

Characters: 10th Doctor, Donna Noble, Reader (All Platonic)

Danger, yes. Confuse, definitely. Almost dying, yup! Ok? Yeah... sure...

“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TWO!?” I screamed as we ran and hid behind a wall.

“I’m the Doctor and this is Donna.” The Doctor said while rummaging through his pockets.

“What do we do Doctor?” Donna asked, worried clearly written on her face.

I look back at the metal... man? This was not what I had in mind today. “What are you doing?” I asked the Doctor. He was scanning me with his laser pointer? No, a pen! No... wait... what...?

“I’m trying to find out why you’re the link. Why is the cyberman trying to get you? What’s so special about you?” The Doctor answered while looking at his sonic screwdriver to find the answers to his answer.

“Gee thanks for that.” I said with annoyance. Just then, the cyberman shot lasers at us. “ARE WE GOING TO RUN OR BECOME FRIED HUMANS FOR THEM!?” Donna shouted with panic. We ran until we came upon a blue box... a police box?

“Quickly, get in!” The Doctor said while dashing in along with Donna at the back. What the actual fuck? It’s a fucking police box! How are we all going to fit in there!? Either be dead or hide in the police box which I’m pretty sure I can’t fit in there. “C’mon now! No time to ask!” The Doctor said while pulling me into the big police box. WAIT...BIG!?

“WHAT THE FUCK! AM I HIGH!? IS THAT IT!?” I screamed, clearly freaking out.

“First of all, LANGUAGE, and second, no you’re not high. If you are, my sonic would have already picked that up.” The Doctor explained while going around the console like a monkey. “Alright! Here’s a plan!” 

“You? Having an actual plan? Yeah, I would like to see you do that.” Donna gave a remark to The Doctor.

“OI! I can have plans! I’m great with plans! Tell me one plan which I failed.”

“GLADLY! There was one time in-”

“It was rhetorical, Donna!”

“You confuse me” I said to the both of them.

“Welcome to the club!” Donna answered.

“Club?”

“Alright! We’re getting side tracked. You, I need you to take this and run as fast as you can to the Cyberman’s ship. Once your in, make sure they follow you-”

“I’LL DIE!”

“Not with this.” He said and gave me a device. “Press this before they get you. Trust me.”

“I ONLY JUST MET YOU!” I shouted.

“ALLONS-Y!” He pulled a lever and he pushed me out the door. I quickly ran back to the Cyberman’s ship while being followed by those tin-mans. Please don’t kill me, please don’t kill me, I thought. Once I was in, I hid in a room while making sure the Cybermans were in.

I clicked the button and the police box started appearing where I stood. “HAHA! IT WORKED! You see that Donna?” 

“Yeah, yeah.” She said.

“You didn’t know it was going to work? You mean... I could’ve died?” I ask while being a bit scared.

“I mean... well... there are some... um... probability that... uh...”

“That I could’ve died?”

“Well.. yeah.... BUT! Look on the bright side! Still in one piece!”

My face must have been mortified for Donna to walk to me and ask if I was feeling okay. OKAY!? Yeah, sure. Got chase by tin-mans, in a police box that is bigger on the inside, not to mention, I almost died! But, yeah, sure, I’m fine. 

“SO! All of time and space! What d’you say?” "

“I say let’s go!” Donna replied while looking at me.

What the hell have I gotten myself into?

#doctor who #y/n #reader #10th doctor #tenth doctor #donna noble #10th doctor x reader #donna x reader

[kellykidd]

I’m Ready - Kelly Severide x fem!Reader

Summary: When reader gets attacked by her ex-husband, she decides to the next step with Kelly.

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Words: 1.3k

Warnings: Physical Abuse, victim!reader, comfort, angsty with a happy ending, mentions of blood, injuries, hospitals

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Blood. Dripping down your arms and face. He had just left after attacking you, again. Your ex-husband, Brice, was upset after you left him for the firefighter who saved you five years ago. He wanted to get back at you, but no woman would take him. Coming out of your haze after the attack, you saw Sylvie and Gabby rushing into your office, jump bag in hand.

“Hey, hey, are you with me?” Gabby asked you, shining the pen light in your eyes.

You couldn’t answer, you were so filled with shame.

“Let’s hook her up to the monitor, control the bleeding and let’s get her transported,” Sylvie replied.

“Kelly,” You managed to mutter.

“He’s on his way. Chief Boden is bringing him,” Sylvie told you.

Her words seemed to calm you down as Sylvie and her partner worked on your wounds. Your boyfriend rushed into your office. He grabbed your hand and sat beside you.

“Hey, how is she?” Kelly asked Gabby.

“Bleeding pretty heavily when we got here, it seems to be under control,” she replied, taking your BP one more time.

“Dawson, let’s move her.”

“I’m coming with you,” Kelly argued.

“Help us get her up,” Gabby told him.

They put you in the stairchair and brought you down to the awaiting ambulance out front. Kelly held your hand the entire time, something Brice would’ve never even thought about doing back when you were married.

Your paramedics transferred you from your stairchair to the gurney. Gabby hopped in the drivers seat and Sylvie hopped in the back with you and Kelly.

“He hit-. Brice-,” you sputtered.

“I know, I know,” Kelly assured you, “he won’t be bothering you anymore.”

“We’re here,” Gabby called from the front.

Gabby and Sylvie unloaded you and took you into the ED at Med.

“Kelly, you can let her go. We got her,” Sylvie told your boyfriend.

Kelly continued holding your hand as you were brought in.

“It’s going to be okay,” he whispered in your ear.

You looked across the ED and saw Brice in the bay across from you.

“Kelly,” you winced, pointing in Brice’s direction.

Kelly let go of your hand on the gurney and they wheeled you into the trauma bay.

You could see Kelly going towards Brice’s gurney.

“Hey, don’t you go messing with her again. And if I see you even thinking about her, I will hunt you down and kick your ass, injuries be dammed,” Kelly yelled.

The only reason you could hear the threat was because your man yelled it. You were sure even the coma patients could hear him. Kelly started walking back to your trauma room and sat down beside you.

A nurse came up beside you and patted your hand.

“Hi, I’m April. We are going to get your stitched up and we’ll get you on your way,” the nurse beside you assured.

“Ok. Could you check on my friend? Kelly Severide? Firefighter, he was the one yelling earlier?” You asked.

“Yes, Kelly and I go way back.”

A doctor came by and stitched up your wounds. Just when she was finishing up, you heard a loud beeping sound. It was coming from Brice’s bay. Doctors and nurses started rushing over to help him.

Tears started to fill your eyes.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Kelly asked, stroking your hair.

“Nothing, nothing,” you wiped the tears away from your eyes.

Kelly left your side for a moment and you could see him talking to that nurse, April, from before. You heard the Doctors and Nurses leaving Brice’s bay. You could see his head covered by a sheet.

Kelly walked back in the room later, followed by a man in a grey coat.

“I’m Doctor Charles,” the man told you.

Kelly walked over and planted a kiss on your forehead. The one that reminded you of breakfasts in bed and lazy Sunday afternoons.

“I’m going to head out, pick some stuff up for you from our apartment and I’ll be back,” Kelly told you.

You nodded and watched as he left your room.

“I’m the Head of Psychiatry here,” Doctor Charles continued, “your boyfriend, the lieutenant, told me that you’ve had a pretty difficult day. He was wondering if we could talk.”

You sat there, still, playing with your hair. Twisting it around your finger, the one thing that calms you in a time of stress.

“Could you maybe tell me about Brice?” he asked.

You wiped the tears streaming down your face.

“Brice is-, well, was, my ex-husband. We were together 3 years and had even gotten married when I met Kelly. There was a connection with Kelly that I just didn’t feel with Brice,” you told him.

“What happened when you left Brice?”

“Kelly and I started dating as soon as my divorce was final. The night after Kelly and I had our first date was the first time he attacked me. He punched and kicked and slapped me. He said he would stop if I came back to him.”

“Why didn’t you go back to him?”

“I didn’t love him. I love Kelly and I would do anything to be with him.”

Doctor Charles left your room. You were just sitting there, basking in the events of earlier. The fact that you had let him do it again haunted you. In your mind, it was all our fault. You should know not to tell him where you are.

Doctor Charles came back into your room and sat down beside you.

“I have some news for you,” he told you.

You just sat there silently, looking at the remains of your pantsuit in a bag on the floor.

“Your ex-husband, Brice, has passed away in our ED tonight,” he continued.

You started to cry.

Kelly came into your room. He sat beside you on your bed and wrapped you in a hug.

“Brice died,” you whimpered.

Kelly rubbed your back. As the tears dropped down your face, he whispered “It’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay.”

Your team of doctors and nurses admitted you to the ward. Your boyfriend, of course, followed you up.

“Do you want me to sleep here tonight?” Kelly asked, tucking in your blankets.

“It’s up to you,” you replied, half asleep yourself.

Kelly pulled up the chair to beside your bed. He sat down and tilted his head back to sleep.

“Hey Kelly?” you asked.

“Yeah?” He replied.

“I’m ready.”

“Ready for what?”

“For us to get married.”

Kelly’s head popped up to look at you.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

Kelly pulled a box out of his pocket. He popped it open and it was an engagement ring.

“You’ve been carrying it around all this time?” you asked.

“Of course, I knew it’d work out,” he replied.

You and Kelly kissed, Kelly putting the ring on your finger afterwards.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

—

After being out of the hospital for a few weeks and stuck at home, you desperately wanted to go out. You were off the painkillers now so you talked Kelly into taking you out to Molly’s.

“Are you sure?” Kelly asked, as you were getting ready to head to Molly’s.

“Yes. I got my jersey on and I’m gonna go watch the Blackhawks game at Molly’s and have a drink,” you replied.

Arriving at Molly’s was like coming home. It was were you and Kelly went for your first date, where Kelly originally proposed and where you watched your favourite hockey team win the cup.

You opened the door and were greeted by the loud cheering and applause by the family of Firehouse 51.

“What’s all this for?” You asked, surprised.

“We’ll, it’s part your engagement party and part getting this loose cannon tied down,” Herrmann laughed, patting Kelly on the shoulder.

“Beers on me,” Kelly called, “because I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

#I’m ready fic #Kelly Severide x reader #Chicago fire #Chicago fire fic #Chicago fire x reader #one Chicago #tw abuse #Kelly Kidd writes

[one-rosy-sock]

Coming Undone | Abner Krill x fem!Reader (1/2)

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Fandom: The Suicide Squad (2021) Rating: T (M for future chapter) Summery: You’re a psychiatrist. You should know the warning signs when a relationship with a patient is becoming problematic. But you refuse to consider this, because Abner Krill is a lot of things, and violent is not one of them. Warnings: PTSD, childhood abuse, trauma, brief mention of past suicide attempt. 

Notes: no use of y/n Disclaimer: Author is NOT a real therapist. I do not own DC comics. __ The first time you met Abner Krill, he was recommended to you by a colleague at Belle Reve.

It had been several weeks since the convicted metahumans defeated Starro, that giant one-eyed starfish. Sometimes it amazes you to no end what strange things exist in this world. The Corto Maltese coup and monster defeat held onto headlines for several weeks until the next big thing came to top it. Seeing such exciting news affect your patients wasn’t unusual, but to have a high profile patient be a part of such news was a first, you’ll admit.

As for you, well, things were pretty much the same. You see your patients during the week at your office. You’re a licensed psychiatrist, and oftentimes you see men and women who have been convicted of a felony or are ex-prisoners themselves. It wasn’t a dream job for many women, much less anyone, to counsel people so troubled. You aren’t like everyone else, though. No, you might not have x-ray vision or super strength, or any super fancy gear to punch bad guys, but you do have a gift not many have: A good ear and an open heart.

And a prescription notepad, but you are determined to make your sessions more than just a pill dispensary.

You are aware of who Abner Krill is. The Polka-Dot Man. One of the metahumans who went to Corto Maltese and defeated Starro. This has partially immortalized him in the media as a superhero, despite his past as a prisoner. Some of your patients were metahumans too, but none as powerful or as widely known as the Polka-Dot Man. His identity and those of his teammates had been concealed from the general public. As of last week, you know his real name.

His appointment’s in the morning on a Tuesday. Your secretary came by as you were straightening up your office to let you know he had arrived. You fluff the couch pillows, throw blanket over the back, tissue box on the side table, a mild scent infuser on your desk. The century-old computer at your desk whirls to cool itself off. Earlier you'd taken the time to shoot an email to Ms. Waller confirming Mr. Krill's appointment.

You follow your secretary up front. She goes to her desk and you step into the waiting room.

Though foolish, you half expected to see Abner in his super suit. The polka dot suit and headgear. Instead, he’s wearing a pair of khaki trousers that hugged high over his hips, and a somewhat flashy, silk button-up tucked neatly into the waist. And, dare you say, a fanny pack. His outfit looked straight out of the 70s or 80s. You don’t know the definitive difference between the decades. But his shirt looks clean and pressed, the collar tucked down nicely. He has one leg over a knee, bouncing it rhythmically as he watches the fish swim around the tank in the wall. It looks like he tried to read a magazine, but stopped halfway, finger wedged between the pages.

“Mr. Krill?”

He jerked in response to his name, swinging his head up with a guilty look gleaming in his eyes. You think of a puppy who’s been caught peeing on the carpet. His expression, or perhaps the way his face was structured, reminded you of a puppy too. His face was somewhat sallow, somewhat droopy. Lines indicate a lot of frowning. Like a sad, droopy cartoon dog. His face narrowed down from his eyes, making his red cupid’s bow mouth seem small. A strong, straight nose dominates his face. His big eyes seem dark and questioning. Like a scared, lost child.

Krill quickly shoots up like a bean sprout, shaking his hands out. The magazine drops to the floor. He swears, bends down to pick it up, and anxiously fusses over righting it on the coffee table. You watch the way the glossy purple cuffs wave as he moves about in jerky, quick moves.

“Good morning, doctor,” he greets warily, avoiding your gaze and staring at your shoes.

“You must be Abner,” you smile. You reach out your hand. In a painful, pregnant pause he visibly wavers as he stares at your hand as if you’d stuck out a gun at him. Finally, he reaches out to take your hand.

He has a strong grip. Sweaty hands.

Hastily, he pulls away.

“Nice to meet you. Why don’t we head on back?”

He nods. His legs are long yet his steps uncertain, reminding you of a gangly adolescent. He follows you down the hall from the waiting room and awkwardly stands by as you open the door to your private office. You hear him pat his thighs as he waits. Like a shadow, he follows and sticks close but careful not to touch. Barely making a sound.

After your office door clicks shut, the two of you sit in your respective places. Your desk chair has a high back, cloaked in a fraying, multicolor knitted throw blanket. A bit garish against the dull beige walls and simple yet whimsical desk decorations beside you. There’s a poster that reads It’s OK to feel this way: over a circle divided by colors and sections, listing different emotions.

You pull your knees up and begin to take off your shoes.

Your patient stares in visible confusion.

“Would you like to take your shoes off?” You ask, setting your shoes aside as you straighten up in your chair. “I find it easier to relax without them.”

“Um…” he trails off, his downturned mouth pursing as he considers this. The tension rolling off him makes him stiff and hard to read. All you’re getting from him so far is how much he doesn't want to be here.

You watch him while occupying your hands with things on your desk so he doesn’t feel pressured to make a decision. From the corner of your eye, you watch him swallow, Adam's apple bobbing, and he slowly reaches down to untie and slip off his oxford shoes. He sets them neatly beside his feet. Hands tucked in his lap, sock feet on the ground. Looking up at you somewhat imploringly.

“This is a safe space, Abner,” you smile at him. You have your clipboard and pen in your lap, but you make yourself relaxed and as welcoming as you can. Note-taking can be done later. Visibly, at least. Don’t want to make him think you’re already assessing him before y'all begin to talk. Can’t force him to talk.

Ex-prisoners often struggle with reforming to civilization after release. He couldn’t be forced to attend therapy here despite the outside forces that pressured him to. If he wanted to walk out, he could. Abner was so tense he seemed to be walking on eggshells. He struggled to relax his shoulders, like his limbs were too long for his body. During all this, he hadn’t met your gaze one.

“Whatever we talk about won’t leave this room, unless, for instance, you said you plan to hurt yourself or someone else.”

This gets a reaction out of him. A grimace, a shake of his head. “No, I wouldn’t…”

“Of course not. You’re a superhero now, right?”

He grins. It’s brief, boyish, sheepish. He’s studying the design of your clothes. You consider that progress from your feet.

“You were recommended to me by Dr. Rooney at Belle Reve,” you begin conversationally, baldly, wanting to get a feel of where he was coming from. Your colleague had said Krill was not a violent inmate, but was often verbally bullied by other prisoners. He tended to avoid crowds, thus mostly avoided. More than once he had been on suicide watch. Casually, you glance down at your clipboard. Born in Philadelphia to Augustine Krill--father unknown--and tried and convicted for first-degree murder as an adult in the city of Metropolis. He was incarcerated at Belle Reve shortly after turning eighteen. He was in his early forties now.

You look back up at Abner. He had that sad puppy dog look again, staring at nothing in particular with his neck hunched.

“Did you and Dr. Rooney get along?”

“D-Doesn’t your notes say?”

You make a face. “I want to know what you think of Rooney, not what he thinks.”

Abner didn’t answer right away. “He was okay.”

“Okay,” you echo, licking your bottom lip as you cock your head up. “Okay is better than nothing.”

“We mostly spoke about my mother.”

“Oh?”

“She experimented on me and my siblings. She wanted us to become superheroes,” he said. His voice held much more confidence than anything he’d said so far, but his expression remained unchanged. It was because he kept words void of emotion.

“I see.” Yes, you did see. You had anticipated the topic of his mother coming up if you didn’t ask him about it first in future sessions. Dr Krill was listed in his files as a scientist at S.T.A.R. Labs, and having six children whom lived on site with her. CPC had been called a few times, rebuffed every time by various means other than being convinced nothing was wrong. The whole thing was fishy, especially after the untimely deaths of three of Dr. Krill’s children. The whereabouts of the other Krill children were unknown. All investigations into S.T.A.R. Labs had been terminated by higher powers, even after Abner’s arrest and psychological evaluation.

Abner continues, to your surprise. “I pictured Starro as my mother.”

“You did?”

“It makes it easier, when I convince myself that my enemy is her. I don't like killing.”

You pick up your pen and tap your lip, looking down at the way he was fidgeting his feet. “Did you regret killing your mother”

Abner’s knee stopped bouncing. “No.”

“Do you regret killing the other scientists at S.T.A.R. Labs? The--”

Abner grimaced and brought his hands to his head, tugging on fistfulls of black hair. “I-I didn’t mean--I-I--”

“Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to answer that today,” you placate with a soft tone, putting down your pen, fingers rubbing along the edge of your clipboard. After a moment of heated silence, you set your things down on the desk and stand up. This makes your patient crumble in on himself, trying to hunch low enough to shield some blow. You smile sadly where he can’t see. “Abner, do you see my poster here? With all the emotions?”

He looks back up, glancing from you to said poster. His attention is answer enough.

“Whatever you feel in this room is valid to you and to me. Not now, but in the future I’d like for you to give me short but detailed descriptions to how you feel on certain things. It's okay to say something you think is taboo or unorthodox. This room doesn't have ears or a head to judge. Do you think you can do that?”

The couch makes no sound as he moves to better see the circle chart of words. Timidly, he nods.

“Great,” you smile sadly and sit back down. “Let’s get back to that later. Today, I’d like to talk about something other than your mother.”

Abner tilts his head. You must be doing something to exceed his expectations, because now he’s looking at you and not at you. “The Corto Maltese mission?”

“No. I want to know about you. I want to talk about Abner Krill. Who are you?”

His blank stare makes your heartache a little for him.

The following silence, where all you can hear is his ragged breath, the whirl of the monitor, and the soft mist of the incense humidifier, is thick. You can cut it with the tip of your pen. The sound of his voice as he speaks is almost staggering. "I am... I am my mother's son."

“No."

He flinches.

"Your mother does not define you. What you think about your mother and how you feel about her should not determine your sense of self or your future. You liked defeating that monster, right?”

Abner nods.

“You’re a superhero because you took action, not because she moved your hand. What you say here today, and any day, should be the same. Do you think you can do this for me?”

“I don’t understand…”

“I want to know the real Abner,” you smile. “Not Dr. Krill’s son.”

He still can’t make eye contact. The fidgeting starts back up. “But, what I am is because of her.”

“Not unless you choose otherwise. Starting today, you and I are going to help define Abner Krill. First, you are not your mother’s son.”

“But I am?”

“No. You are not your mother’s son. You’re Abner Krill, superhero. What does Abner Krill the superhero like to do?”

Understanding slowly started to dawn on him, visible in his eyes as he lifted his slanted brows. Recovering from trauma was no walk in the park, but the two of you had to start somewhere. Rooney over-fixated on Abner’s fixation on his mother and the abuse, and after years of obsessing over it to “fix” him, it seemed to become all Abner could think about. No one had really given him proper trauma recovery therapy, or helped to treat his PTSD. You wanted him to take the first step into self-evolution. No one could do it for him. You want him to define himself other than his mother’s son. Seeing himself as a superhero was perhaps the start of it.

“I-I don’t know,” he frowned. “I like to read…”

“That’s great!” Your enthusiasm startles him. “What sort of things do you like to read?”

“Well… Ah, I-I uh... I like the classics….”

The rest of your session with Abner was mostly casual. The safe topics you steered him to visibly made the man relax. He spoke about the fictional worlds he enjoyed immersing himself in. He liked the classics because they were “soft”. Sweet romances where the only real worries were who’s going to the ball. He didn't like tragedies or novels about war or great violence. With some coaxing, he opens up to talk about his favorite foods, animals, celebrities, songs-- You ask about his (non-virus related) talents or any hobbies he might’ve picked up at the prison or since he’s been out. Steering him away from the topic of his mother confused him in the beginning, leading you to assume he had anticipated mostly speaking about her. He’d been prepared like he might prepare to go into battle.

You know he won’t be able to just brush his mother aside; his virus was because of Dr. Krill. He blamed his 20+ years of incarceration at Belle Reve on his mother’s experimentations. He blamed himself. He hated her. He hated himself. Feared her. Feared himself. It was an inner wound that would never heal, you know this without a doubt, but you hope with time it becomes easier to manage as he takes control and independence of his new life.

“Did you ever go to school, Abner?”

The phantom smile on his face falls, but you haven’t lost him as he turns to you. Looks at your shoulder. “No. We--my siblings and I--were… homeschooled.”

“Right. Well, you at least know what homework is?”

“Yes. Of course. Am--Do you want me to--?”

With a hand gesture you hope is placating, you smile and gently cut him off. “Don’t worry, I’m not assigning you an essay to write or a month-long project to present. I’m not that cruel,” you chuckle. “But I am going to push you a little. Can you try that for me?”

He looks as if you’ve asked him to consider sacrificing his firstborn. Thankfully, he nods as he plucks a loose string off his knee.

“I want to see you biweekly, so schedule with Patrica upfront. Maybe this Friday or Saturday?”

“I-I can do that, yes ma’am.”

"Now, it's your choice to come back or not but it would make me really happy if you did."

His back straightens. "Yes. I'll be here."

“Beautiful, Abner. Beautiful. Sometime this week I’d like you to do something you normally wouldn't do. Go on a hike, join a gym, take a class on cooking or arts and crafts. It can be simply looking up a food recipe you’ve never tried before and making it. Tell me about your experience. If you’re around strangers, how is your relationship with them? If you see something new, how does it make you feel? This isn’t an order, Abner, just a… strong suggestion, mm? All I’m asking is for you to do something new and spontaneous. It can be at home or outside. Your choice.”

Abner licked his lips. It had taken a great deal of effort to convince him to come here at all today. Today is the first time speaking to him, but you’ve had his file for a few days now. You’re a little grateful for that. There was a lot to read. However, it took outside forces such as one Amanda Waller and fellow ex-prisoner teammates to get him to come here. You suspect someone dropped him off if he didn’t take a cab himself. He had no driver's license.

“Ah… Okay. Um, yes miss. Ma'am. Doctor! Ah--”

“You can call me by my name,” you reassure, tilting your head to him. “This is a safe space for you and I. We may be doctor and patient outside that door, but here, we can be as familiar with each other as we'd like. Like old friends.”

He turned to you with a look that sent a thunderbolt of sensation down your spine. Surprise, awe. A silent question gleamed in his puppy-dog eyes. He doesn't respond, brows raised high as he just stares at you.

You cover for his lapse. “I’ll see you in a few days. It was wonderful to finally meet you, Abner,” you say, looking at him without pretenses to hopefully show your honesty. He had an incredible gift that could help save a lot of people, and from what you've learned from recent character evaluations on him he had the makings of a fine superhero. First thing first, he needed to adjust to civilian life after years of being locked up, and years of having nothing but unresolved trauma. All the while, you hold back a rueful smile at his demeanor. You won't say it aloud of course, but he was so cute. Idly, you wonder about his sexuality- but you can ask that another day. For now you wanted him to be a little more daring to try new things and focus on something other than his mother.

You stand up and shake his hand. His grip is a little looser this time, lingering longer, but he moves away quickly, gathers his shoes, and you see him out. His scurrying reminds you of a startled elk. Large yet quick, stumbling over his long legs. Running from you as if you held a rifle instead of a purple glitter clipboard.

It was hard to believe this man had committed mass homicide.

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[eloves-writes]

a pause in reality

[spencer reid x reader]

summary : you and spencer finish work late, admit your feelings & spend the night lying on your apartment floor talking

a/n : this is an extension of this fic that people seemed to like! enjoy, it’s 12:11am + i’m tired, mwah <3

couple : spencer reid x reader

content warnings : none

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it had been a couple weeks since spencer came over to your apartment in the middle of the night, and you hadn’t spoken to him much since. he had taken a week off work for ‘personal reasons’ and then you’d been completely overloaded with work after that so there hadn’t been much room for conversation. the lack of conversation had provided much opportunity for simply observing the doctor’s existence; you liked watching him work. it wasn’t in a weird way, and not in a sexual way; there was just something about how he quickly flipped pages of case files and twirled his pen around his fingers as he thought what to write that was quite encapsulating. you thought he was quite beautiful in the most winsome way, like he wasn’t outwardly trying to impress you but everything he did still made you bite your lip and smile. 

despite your admiration, you missed the usual tidbits of conversation that came with sitting on the desk opposite spencer and being his best friend; the random ‘fun fact!’s and ‘did you know?’s that hadn’t been so common since you’d spent the night together. well. not spent the night together spent the night together, but you fell asleep cuddled up on your couch and didn’t move until the morning. it wasn’t exactly awkward, but you’d both felt a heavying shift in the usual romantic tension that circled you. the intimacy that came with falling asleep on each other didn’t help the feelings you were both trying to keep bottled up for the sake of your jobs, but at the end of the day that job was behavioural profiling so it was pretty clear you felt the same way, and you had for a long time.

“hey y/n,” prentiss said, perching on the edge of your desk. it had been yet another late night at the office, the hour hand of the clock was just shy of 10pm.

“hey you,” you replied. “i’ve still got another case report to finish, i won’t be long.”

“you are the wooorst,” she moaned dramatically. “i can’t wait to be out of here, we spent far too much time in this office.”

you smiled at her and rolled your eyes. “i’ll ask garcia if she can drive me home, em. i don’t want to hold you up any longer.”

“ok, sure, thanks. have a good weekend y/n, reid.” she gave you a quick hug and waved as she left the office. emily usually drove you to and from work, partly because you didn’t like driving for an hour at 8am in the morning, but mostly because you always brought her coffee and she loved you for it. spencer looked over the divider between your desks and cleared his throat.

“you, um, need a lift home?”

“yeah, why?” you replied without thinking as you tried to speed-write the last few lines of your report.

“i thought maybe i could drive you, it’s late and i, um, wouldn’t want garcia to go out of the way when we live on the same road. it’s not a problem, i’d actually like to- i mean-”

you chuckled under your breath. your eyes met and he let out a nervous giggle.

“you can drive me home, spencer. thank you.”

his voice raised a couple octaves. “ok.”

you chuckled again and closed the tab you were looking at on your computer before grabbing your bag and coat. he followed suit, throwing his satchel on his shoulder and fiddling with the strap as he waited for you to gather the last of your things.

“ready?” he asked, biting back an excited-nervous smile.

“yeah, i just need to give this to hotch,” you motioned to the case file you were holding, “i’ll meet you in the elevator.”

spencer mumbled an understanding and you went your separate ways before meeting up again in the elevator. it was only a few minutes, but the tension was ever-thickening and you were glad to get out on the ground floor. you figured it would be a miracle if you made it all the way home without jumping on him. you didn’t.

“you know what hotch said to me when i left,” you began as you walked to his car. the silence had become unbearably uncomfortable. “he asked if we were going on a date.”

spencer looked up, wide-eyed and blushing. he fumbled with his keys and unlocked his car. “that’s, haha, that’s funny.”

you were much used to the reality-based teasing from the team.

“yeah, you know hotch. always a joker,” you replied light-heartedly. you both climbed into the car, spencer in the driver’s seat for once. he turned towards you, and in a fraction of a moment, he moved in to kiss you. it wasn’t a conscious decision, it wasn't a choice- it was a reflex. in that fraction of a moment, spencer reid felt an all-compelling yet natural urge to lean over and kiss you.

“woah,” you pulled away before he could reach you. “were you about to kiss me?”

he sat back in his seat and scratched his neck awkwardly. you suddenly regretted saying anything at all. “sorry, i shouldn’t have … let’s just go-”

“no, it’s ok,” you laughed. “continue.”

“oh, ok.”

your lips finally met, and it felt like the stars aligning. all the months of tension, the sneaking glances, the late night spying, they’d all added up to this kiss in the front seat of spencer’s car in the quantico parking lot. and this was what you’d been chasing, this was the pause of reality you could only match to the quietest and earliest hours of the morning. you placed your hands on his face as you broke the kiss, his own hands still firmly holding your head and pushing your hair out of your face. the two of you froze like that, simply absorbing the moment and framing it in your minds in case you didn’t get this luxury again.

a distant car horn disturbed your focus, and spencer finally started to drive you home. he was a good driver, if one could drive gently he certainly did. it wasn’t like being in a car with morgan, when you had to hold on for dear life and prey he wouldn’t crash- he never did, but derek’s disregard for road safety was a little concerning. in a total contrast, spencer obeyed absolutely any and every traffic law.

“you know you drive like a grandma, spence?” you joked, letting your inner thoughts out of your head.

“hmm, what did you say?”

“nothing,” you chuckled to yourself. “do you think we could grab some takeout on the way home?”

he smiled. “sure. by home do you, um, mean your apartment? you want me to come to your apartment?”

you nodded and leaned over to kiss him again. you were so done pretending you didn’t like him; you’d wasted enough time dancing around your feelings for him, you didn’t want to waste anymore. he felt the exact same- he’d never really experienced love before but he was pretty sure this was as close as he could get to a soulmate. a twin flame. there was an unspoken understanding between you, you just got each other in a way no one else did. which was also an advantage when you asked to get takeout on the way home and spencer automatically pulled up to your shared favourite chinese restaurant without having to ask.

within an hour, you were both sat on the floor of your apartment eating noodles and discussing whatever topics came to mind. first it was work, then literature, then music, and now you’d settled on a much more mature topic of office gossip. the time had slipped away as you spent the evening together, the clock ticking far past midnight as you talked. your biggest living room window was wide open to let in the night breeze and city ambience, much like it had been the last time spencer had been in your apartment, except this time there wasn’t the pestering weight of feelings on your shoulder. everything felt shiny and new, that familiar late-night vibe recast with fresher feelings of domesticity. you fixed your gaze onto the young doctor as he tucked a pillow under his head to lay on the floor, studying every line of his frame as he stretched his arms. you had always thought him quite spindly, but you could see his lower stomach where his shirt had ridden up and it was quite defined.

“are you checking me out, y/l/n?”

“maybe,” you replied breezily, shuffling across to lay your head on top of him. he brought an arm down from behind his head and wrapped it around you. it felt like there was the world outside, and then you and spencer. it didn’t feel like everything else had stopped, it just felt like right there in your apartment you were detached from it all. it was you and spencer, and that was completely ok. he cleared his throat and began to talk; he was reading from memory a book you’d told him months ago was one of your favourites. you smiled to yourself like an idiot, glad he couldn’t see your face. all your life, you had craved the exact feeling you felt in that moment- an escape from reality the way a gas station was a break from a long road trip. you felt loved, and most of all you felt ready to fall asleep and wake up well-rested for knowing your heart was at peace with your mind for the first time.

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[imaginesforhotguys]

Imagine…

To Little To Late

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Super angst filled and literally one swear word.

Word Count: 1190

“Get out.” You yell slamming the door, only to hear not bang shut. Damn that super soldier serum. Bucky being to quick grabs the door before it slams shut and walks in to your apartment.

“Please (Y/n) let me explain. I’m not a killer anymore.”

Your flying through the apartment, putting items Bucky has left over time into a trash bag. The old T-shirts’ you would borrow, his favorite coffee mug, the bear he won you at a fair, all into the bag.

“Really?” You spit at him. “Tell that to my sister. Oh wait you can’t because you killed her.” You say throwing the Vinyl record he got you into the bag, not caring if it smashed into a million pieces. Every since Bucky came clean yesterday nothing had been the same. He knew this information would not go over well so he kept pushing it off. He was never supposed to fall in love with you. He was supposed to make amends. Now he is in way to deep to go back. How could he let it go this far?

~FLASHBACK TO YESTERDAY~

“James you need to tell her.”

His hands comb through his hair as he sits in the doctor’s room. Forest wallpaper covers the wall behind. It was supposed to be a peaceful scene to lay out your feelings but the last thing Bucky felt was peace. “You don’t think I know that?”

Doctor Raynor pulls out her pen in an annoyed way and begins to write. Bucky rolls his eyes at this action.

“Bucky I gave you one task. To go out and makes amends with those you have wronged at the winter soldier and someone how you ended up with a girlfriend. How does that work?”

“I was on my way to (Y/n)’s house when a woman started yelling for her dog to come back. The dog ran by me so I grabbed it’s leash and brought the dog back to her. We started talking and I asked her out. I didn’t know that it was the (Y/n) I suppose to meet until half way through dinner.”

“So you have now been with (Y/n) for 4 months and you have failed to mention her sister.”

“Doc I love her. How am I supposed to do this to her?”

The alarm on the Dr Raynor’s phone goes off Indicating that his session is up. She stand collecting her papers and walks across the room to open the door for Bucky. “I do not know how your going to tell her Mr. Barnes but I do know that if you really loved her you would.”

So he left Dr Raynor’s office and walked. He went wherever his feet took him that ended up being your front door. He knocked quickly shorting his hands back into his pockets as you opened the door to greet him. “Bucky you didn’t say you were coming. Come in I just started cooking.”

He follows you inside and sits himself at the table while you continue chopping the vegetables. “We need to talk.”

You put down the knife slowly and look up with worry in your eyes. Thank god she put that thing down Bucky thought.

“Ok Bucky. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I need you to know that this was never my plan. I never thought this would happen.”

You sit in the seat next to him and grab his hands in yours. You gently rub his hand with both your thumbs. “Bucky you’re scaring me. What’s wrong?” You mumble.

“The day we met, when I caught Daisy for you,” he says looking over to see Daisy the husky napping in her bed. “Well I was coming to see you. I was coming to make amends.”

You shoot him a puzzled look. “Bucky that doesn’t make any sense. We didn’t now each other yet.”

“I know put it’s part of my therapy. You know how Doctor Raynor gave me a project?” He asked you. You nod your head yes before he continued. “You see my project was to go down the list and make amends with people I wronged as the Winter Soldier.”

All the blood in your body turns cold. It felt like the earth stopped spinning. You felt every emotion a human could ever feel and you didn’t even know what he did. You had a guess but there was no way. Right? “Bucky what did you do?”

“I killed Amy.”

Reflexes kick in and the moment the words fall from your lips your on the other side of the room. Eyes filling with tears, your body shaking. “YOU…YOU KILLED MY SISTER!!”

He stands trying to make his way toward you but with every one of his step you take one as well. Keeping the distance between the two of you. “(Y/n) you have to understand that I had no idea. I was on a mission and your sister was just…in the wrong spot. I was like a robot. I couldn’t tell the difference between the target and collateral damage. Please (Y/n) I’m sorry.”

The rage felt like it took up every square inch of your body. Your vision was red. Your sister…your best friend was killed on a business trip. Police said wrong place wrong time but that wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to know why. Well now you have your answer and it was the worst possible thing imaginable. When you met Bucky, you knew of his past. You knew what he had done but you tried your best to keep it in the past. You understood that the winter soldier and Bucky Barnes were two separate things that lived in the same body. Now though, you’re having a hard time telling the difference. “GET OUT! NOW!”

“(Y/n) please…you know me. I’m not a killer anymore.” he says in a defeated tone his own eyes glossing over with tears.

Now it was you’re turn to take a step forward. You lunge at him throwing weak defeated arms onto his toned chest. “I SAID LEAVE!” You yell through the sobs escaping your lips. Your arms continuously bang into his chest before he gets the hint and makes his way for the door.

“Ok I’ll leave but I’m coming back. I love you I’m so fucking sorry.” You slammed the door behind him and sink onto the floor.

~END OF FLASHBACK~

“(Y/n) you have to understand that when I figured out that you were the person from my book I was lost. I knew I liked you and didn’t want to lose you but I didn’t want to lie to you. I made a terrible mistake.”

You finish gathering the last of his stuff and tie the trash bag closed. “Yes you certainly did Bucky.” You throw the bag at his chest and he wraps his arms around it “You broke me all those years ago when you took Amy from me and now you’re breaking me again. Now please stay the hell away from me.” The door slams leaving a broken hearted person on either side of it.

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[princessphilly]

All Bets Are Off: Chapter 1

Word Count: 2068

CW: not yet, except for some bad language

Note: I don’t always write long chapters. Some may be closer to 2000, some closer to 5000, it depends on the chapter and what is going on. 

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Chapter 1

“Look at my girl, moving up in the world!”

Nina could hear her mother’s voice in her head as she moved around in her office in the Lemieux Training Complex. Today was her first day working not just as a physical therapist for UPMC but as a physical therapist for the Pittsburgh Penguins and Nina felt like she was going to burst from nervousness. ‘Not bad for a girl from Clairton,’ Nina thought as she went through her schedule.

Nina had pledged never to come back to Western PA when she graduated from Clairton High. Now, almost eight years later, she was back and working with the hometown hockey team. After doing undergrad at Penn State, aka grades 13-16 with everyone from the area usually going there, Nina went down south to the University of Florida for her Doctor’s in Physical Therapy after getting her B.S. in Kinesiology. The warm weather was so much better than the fucking snow of Western PA but UPMC was offering the most money out of all of Nina’s job offers. After thinking about her student loans, UPMC was a no fucking brainer.

Taking a centering breath, Nina pasted her best professional smile on her face and got ready to go meet her first client. Before she could do that, her door opened and three men stepped in.

“Here is our newest physical therapist. Unlike Mike and Trent, Nina is a DPT,” Rick Dvorak, the head physical therapist explained to the two men with him.

Nina smiled and reached out her hand. “Good morning, my name is Nina Jackson, nice to meet you.”

Of course, she knew who the two other men were. One was Super Mario, Mario Lemieux, Pittsburgh legend and co-owner of the Pens. Next to him was Sidney Crosby, superstar who had just won his third Stanley Cup. Mario had a friendly professional smile but Sidney was looking at her like she… Nina didn’t quite know how to place that look. She kept her professional smile on her face while inwardly grimacing. Of course, the star of the team would feel some way about a black physical therapist.

“Sid looks a little starstruck,” Mario joked.

Sidney laughed self-consciously, his cheeks reddening adorably. Nina kept a straight face, thinking, ‘I hope I never have to treat him.’

Sidney smiled and his whiskey-brown eyes brightened. “Just a natural reaction to a pretty girl.”

Nina rolled her eyes inwardly, her professional smile getting strained. Sidney wanted to give himself a bag skate as he could tell that she was turned off. He felt awkward as hell and he wanted to curse but this wasn’t the time. He laughed, wishing that he wasn’t anywhere but here. Nina replied, “I’m used to turning heads but I didn’t quite expect to do that here,” with a laugh.

Sidney had met his fair share of gorgeous women, probably more than his fair share. Yet, his breath was taken away when he first saw her. Clear brown skin, dimples when she smiled, and dark brown hair pulled into a bun, nothing unique. But when Nina smiled, all Sidney wanted to do was drown in her smile and see what he could do to keep her smiling like that forever. Then, he got a look at the rest of her body and Sidney wanted to not only keep her smiling forever, he also wanted to find out what would get her to scream his name.

Then he faltered and realized that he really had goofed. Nina’s hand was still outstretched and he forgot to shake it. Sidney gave Nina an apologetic look and took her hand.

Nina didn’t know what happened when Sidney took her hand but she felt something electric, hot, and intense as hell. It was scary and she carefully pulled her hand back as soon as she could. Whatever it was, Nina was sure it was just another omen that today was going to be the worst day on earth.

Sidney gave Nina his best smile when she let go. He never felt such a connection when he had met a woman before but fuck, he had to change her mind about him.

Nina spent the next five minutes mentally willing the team owner, the captain, and her boss out of her office while making small talk. Luckily, the men left pretty quickly after wishing her luck on her first day working with the team. Sidney Crosby was the last to leave and Nina busied herself with arranging her papers. She could feel his eyes on her and Nina had no desire to interact with him. Then he finally left and she sighed deeply. Nina took several deep breaths before refocusing herself on her day ahead.

**

“Nina Latreice Jackson, now you know I ain’t raise no fool!”

Nina let out a low groan as she thought about another thing her mother loved to say. As much as it seemed like Crosby didn’t like her, Nina decided that she would be completely professional in every way. It wasn’t that hard; athletes were pretty much the same no matter where they were. Just like the Florida Gators players she worked on while in school, the Pens players fell under several categories. There were the jokers, the serious ones, the ones who lived to flirt, and players who fell under all of the categories.

For her first weeks, Nina worked at creating a professional boundary with the players she was working with. For the majority of the time, they were decently behaved. It was mid-season so there were all kinds of lingering issues, some more serious than others. Nina figured out pretty quickly that some of the players were going to follow directions while others were going to slack off until their issue made it impossible for them to ignore it.

However, today was her first day working with Sidney Crosby after her first day. Like she expected, it was a little awkward and his teammates didn’t help. The leader of the chirping was Geno Malkin. The guys kept walking by, sending suggestive looks and comments. Sidney’s cheeks were a dull red midway through the session. After a while, Nina got annoyed. 

The straw that broke the camel’s back was when Geno and Jake came by for the third time, making kissing noises. Nina snapped, “Unless you need treatment, I don’t understand why you are in here.”

“Ouch,” Geno replied as Jake laughed. “She mean.”

Sidney rolled his eyes as he gave his teammates a warning look. As Nina wrapped his ankle, Sidney tried to take several deep breaths. He had rolled it a bit during practice. It wasn’t major but with the other trainers unavailable, Nina had decided to look at it.

“Why are you so stiff?”

Sidney looked up at Nina. She was checking out his ankle with pursed lips but when her eyes met his, Sidney sucked in a breath. Nina was really… words failed.

“I’m waiting,” Nina prodded with a sarcastic chuckle. This was making her feel really uncomfortable. All of the others players were relatively easygoing but the captain, he was so stoic around her. It made her feel like he didn’t really want her and Nina had observed enough over the last weeks that whatever Sidney wanted, he got. If he said one thing, she would lose the extra money from working with the team and Nina couldn’t afford that.

Sidney gulped before deciding just to admit the truth. “It’s a bit hard to be around such a beautiful woman like you.”

Nina laughed before giving Sidney a sardonic smile. Sidney felt his heart break into two. He didn’t even get a chance to ask her out before fucking it up. “It’s true,” he whispered.

Nina swallowed before focusing back on his ankle. “You should be good, Mr. Crosby. I don’t diagnose injuries; I just help treat them but you should be good to go for the next practice and everything.”

“Call me Sidney.”

Her eyes met his again and Sidney was looking at Nina with the most earnest expression she had ever seen.

“Ok, Sidney,” Nina forced out with a fake smile.

Sidney groaned before getting off the table and sliding his feet into his crocs. Nina took a deep breath and rolled her eyes after he left.

Gretchen, one of the athletic trainers, came in and snickered. “I’m surprised he made it without self-combusting.”

“What?”

“Yinz don’t know? He likes you, Nina,” Gretchen explained.

Nina shrugged. “Yeah, right.”

“He’s always staring-“

Nina interrupted Gretchen as she said, “I’d rather go and get lunch. Panera Bread sound good?”

**

 Nina counted herself lucky that she was able to avoid Sidney after that day. Her luck ran out in the worst way. Nina was rushing out to make it to a dentist appointment when she ran into a hard chest. Tripping over her feet, Nina fell on her butt. 

“Owww!”

“Are you okay?”

Nina looked up and it was Sidney Crosby, of course, holding out a hand. She cautiously grabbed it and let him pull her up off the floor. Like the first time they met, Nina felt the electricity when their hands touched. This time, Sidney held her hand even after she was off the floor. 

“Seriously, are you okay,” Sidney pressed. 

Nina felt her cheek feel hot as she replied, “Seriously, I’m fine. It was an accident.”

“I mean, I don’t want to give you more reasons to hate me.”

For the first time, Nina noticed that Sidney looked vulnerable. Pulling her hand out of his grasp, she murmured, “I don’t hate you. I think you’re the one who may hate me.”

Sidney blinked in surprise. “I don’t hate you! But I would love to take you out for dinner sometime.”

Something made Nina feel instantly happy at his words that he didn’t hate her and wanted to take her out but it couldn’t work. “Nice to know that you don’t hate me but dinner isn’t going to happen. I gotta go, I’m going to be late!”

Sidney watched Nina race out of the building to her car. He was losing and he wasn’t used to losing. Gritting his teeth, Sidney vowed to himself that he would get Nina to warm up to him, sooner or later.

**

“Hey girl, how was your appointment?”

Nina smiled as she FaceTime with her best friend Lauren. “Not bad, no new cavities or anything. I talked with Dr. Smith about maybe getting adult braces and she said I don’t really need them.”

“Sounds good for someone who was freaking out,” Lauren teased. “So, what’s going on at work? Meet any hot players? Anyone you’d hook me up with?”

“Girl, no. I keep it strictly professional with them. I don’t even want them thinking anything is going to happen,” Nina replied. She half considered sharing her interactions with Sidney Crosby with Lauren but her BFF had a bad case of loose lips when drinking. So, Nina kept that to herself. 

“Is Sid hotter in person than he is on TV? You know I love my Steelers but I gotta know.”

Nina snorted before saying, “Meh. He’s alright.”

“He’s alright,’ Lauren said in disbelief. “Oh, there’s a story here.”

“There’s nothing because I deal with him at work now and then.” Nina rolled her eyes as Terrible Tess, her cat jumped in her lap. Steely, her dog, was at her feet. “Anyway, did you get the tickets for the game yet?”

Lauren was a lawyer and one of the perks was tickets to Steelers games, usually either in a box or on the 50-yard line. As diehard fans, Lauren and Nina tried to take advantage of that perk as much as possible. Lauren stated, “Oh yes, we got tickets. And there’s this guy…”

Nina listened to Lauren talk about her newest guy she was interested in as she petted Terrible Tess. As much as she didn’t want to, she couldn’t help but think of the look on Sidney’s face when she basically told him thanks but no thanks. He actually looked hurt; not an egotistical hurt that most men got when they were told that they aren't as great as they thought they were. But it was like an honest hurt. It didn’t matter though; past heartbreak taught Nina that getting involved with anyone even affiliated with work was the worst idea ever.

#drabbles #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #sidney crosby #Crosby imagines #penguin imagine #penguins imagines #penguins #all bets are off #blurbs #nhl fic #nhl fanfiction #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #hockey rpf

[ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff]

Valentines Day for Nerds (Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Spencer’s favourite holiday is often taken up mostly by work, but this year his enjoyment doesn’t seem to be as disruptive in the BAU bullpen. The team soon realise why.

AN: It’s a bit late- who am I kidding? IT’S ALWAYS HALLOWEEN IN OUR HEARTS! This was a part of @imagining-in-the-margins fic swap, for the brilliant @agntprentiss <3 

For my smut fic from the swap, check out A Little Indulgence (18+ only!)

Reader uses she/her pronouns!

Word count: 1.7k words

Gif credit to @imagining-in-the-margins​ <3

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The first breach of boredom was Penelope practically skipping into the bullpen, her arms cradling a bouquet of flowers as if it were an infant. The bold orange roses contrasted with the dyed black petals of its counterparts as they were planted upon Spencer’s desk.

“Delivery for Doctor Reid!” trilled Penelope, clapping her hands now that they were free of said delivery. Dropping his pen onto his unfinished paperwork, Spencer pivoted the base of the bouquet before he found a small black envelope.

It held a little card with two pumpkins, happy faces carved into them both. Inside were the following words:

 Black is for new beginnings,

Orange is for enthusiasm,

Spooky times are afoot tonight,

Watch out for ectoplasm!

I spent ten minutes trying to think of a rhyme for that. Happy Halloween, Cara Mia!

Y/N xxx

Spencer beamed as he placed the bouquet at the edge of his desk, next to the fake severed hand that now held the card in its stiff fingers. He scratched his bristly cheek. Less than a day until he could shave this off. It’d be worth it though.

“Is it from Y/N?”

He looked up to see Penelope had lingered like a lost spirit, waiting to see if her trials of passing on the bouquet had been worthy enough for her to move onto the next world – her Batcave. She was poised with a hopeful expression.

“Yes,” Spencer said, watching Penelope lean up on her tiptoes as she tried to rein in her delight.

She clapped her hands, her purple painted nails clicking as they tapped together, “Are my two favourite ghost hunters up to much this Hallow’s Eve?”

“We’re going to see the Phantasmagoria re-enactment after we go trick-or-treating with Henry tonight.”

It was hard to ignore the absolute glee with which Spencer spoke. Even if one completely ignored the way his voice carried a light excitement, the way his eyes lit up and his broad smile almost fell off his face was enough to connote that he was very excited for tonight. It was also hard to ignore the mild bemusement on the faces of everyone who heard.

Glad to be back and bearing witness to his elated behaviour regardless, Emily cracked a smile, “Maybe she’ll cling to you when she gets scared.”

A heat crawled up Spencer’s neck and he tried to return to work now in hopes that his gift’s display would be cut off. He’d rather sit in the glow of receiving the flowers without mockery.

To the team’s credit, no one ribbed him for it.

The flowers were not the last gift though.

Soon Penelope reappeared, “Your Cupid has returned with another gift for you!”

As he tore at the paper and revealed an Edgar Allen Poe pin – the titular Raven he instantly attached it to his satchel strap – in pride of place, just like the bouquet.

Derek was the one to notice how Spencer’s sandwiches had been cut into little pumpkins. Some digging and Spencer revealed that he had gotten Y/N to order a cutter online. He held his lunch in one hand, his collection of classic Halloween short stories in the other, with a childish glee that no one wanted to squander.

When Spencer climbed the steps to drop off a file to Hotch around mid-afternoon, Rossi walking behind him noted the brand-new socks. A classic odd pairing, and obviously they were Halloween themed. This kid left no opportunity untaken when it came to celebrating Halloween – more than his own birthday.

But Rossi was not closed enough to get a good look at them, and no one else was as close. So, he recruited Emily and Derek to discover what the pattern was. It was Emily and Derek who upped the stakes by wanting to get a glimpse without arousing suspicion. Now that outright asking Spencer was not an option, the game began as they dropped several pens as an excuse to bend over and strain for a flash of those socks.

Derek eventually resorted to a pantomime attempt at tripping in front of Spencer’s desk and gave the jig up straight away by shouting to a stressed Emily (whilst also catching the attention of Hotch through his office’s blinds): “IT’S IT!”

A few language barriers hurdled later, and hindsight brought them both clarity. The red splodge on Spencer’s ankle was officially defined as a balloon.

“So tell us! What’s the other one?” Emily said, her voice strained with how much she was invested in this single sock.

Spencer hiked up his trouser leg to display the skeletal zombie sewn into the sock. “It’s Curtis Danko from When Good Ghouls Go Bad. Y/N had it commissioned for me!”

JJ was watching nearby, unaffected by the tensions of the sock bet. She knew the film because Y/N had wanted to show it to Henry the other week when she babysat him. But upon further inspection, the R.L. Stine film – while intended for kids – might be a little intimidating for Henry to watch without his profiler mother and godfather, police officer father, and favourite auntie there to protect him from the cursed statue.

No one else in the bullpen knew the film.

The team soon discovered that Spencer was not the only one to be on the receiving end of such gifts. Six o’clock rolled around and Y/N entered the bullpen. She was wearing a fuzzy black scarf, some sparkles shining within the wool. At the tail of it, a lucky black cat patch was sewn onto the end. It caught Rossi’s eye and he hid behind a folder as he smiled. The three times that Spencer had forgone a card game with him (in favour of knitting the scarf on the flights back from cases) had been riddled with playful teasing. It was good to see that it was worth it.

Especially when Spencer saw Y/N wearing it and his back snapped straight up. His chair flew backwards, spinning around with the effort that Spencer had launched himself from it, and he and Y/N embraced each other with casual affection.

“How was work today?”

“Not as boring as I thought. But, I have to say: I’m meant to call you Cara Mia.” Spencer’s eyes darted to the card Y/N had sent that morning.

Y/N caught onto his meaning, “Should I stop?”

“Never.”

She rubbed her nose against his and Spencer went pink again, giggling like a teenager. True, he was as smitten with Y/N as Gomez was with Morticia. Then he remembered he was in the workplace as Y/N went to greet the rest of the team, and Spencer’s pink became a scarlet.

“Aww, Pretty Boy,” Derek grinned at him from his desk chair, “You’re so cute!”

“It’s like Sergio!” Emily said, admiring the scarf with her thumb rubbing over the stitches around the cat patch.

“Make sure he’s safe tonight,” Y/N squeezed her hands for a second.

Then JJ appeared from her office, coat and bag over her arm, and she, Y/N, and Spencer wished the bullpen a Happy Halloween before they left.

They had three hours before the Phantasmagoria started. Plenty of time to get ready.

Henry was right behind the front door of his home. The second it opened, he bounced at Spencer’s feet, his tiny hand clutching onto two of his fingers to drag him inside. He was babbling away at such speed that Y/N could barely keep up. She gave Will a wave across the ironing board where he was diligently ironing Will’s cape.

“Well don’t you look handsome!” Y/N beamed at Henry while JJ combed his hair back, slick with gel. It was something he agreed to but only if Spencer was doing the same. Which he was, occupying the downstairs bathroom as he prepared his own costume.

The moment Spencer had finished shaving everything bar the moustache, he was plonked in front of the television. Henry smoothed out his cloak and put in his plastic fangs in to watch the rest of his new favourite Halloween film, The Little Vampire. He mumbled along with Rudolph’s lines and sat enraptured as he pointed out to Spencer the flying scenes. Luckily for him, Will and JJ were getting dressed as Frederick and Freda Sackville-Bagg upstairs to join in the Halloween spirit – last year’s Halloween date night disaster long forgotten.

Henry put in his plastic fangs and hissed at Y/N who emerged in her long sleek black dress. As she stepped across the room as elegantly as Morticia, Spence spied that she was wearing the black spiderweb tights he had bought her today.

“Hello, Gomez,” She smiled radiantly at Spencer, smoothing out his suit jacket as he stood before her. He presented her with a red rose that matched her lipstick to a tee.

As she breathed in the flower’s scent, he kissed her cheek, enjoying her giggle at the bristle of his ‘stache, “You’re stunning.”

“Thank you, and you’re handsome as ever.” She swung their linked hands between them in the opposite way she poised on her tiptoes. “Maybe we should have taken a tango class.”

And she laughed loudly at Spencer’s wincing at such a thought.

“It’s ok, Cara Mia. I’ll settle for a kiss instead.”

Oh, that was something he could do forever. He brought her hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles then the inside of each wrist.

Unfortunately, Henry interrupted the stream of kisses that were headed in Y/N’s way. “Ready to go!” He skipped his way between the happy couple.

It was hard to be mad at Henry, especially with how adorable he looked beside his parents and with his bright orange pumpkin bag ready to collect candy. He felt safe with his four favourite adults guarding him.

“Tonight,” Y/N whispered into his ear and he could hear the smirk in her words, “After the Phantasmagoria.”

Spencer beamed, his dimples delightfully framing that smile. One day maybe, they would have their own Wednesday, Pugsley, and Pubert to join them. And maybe then Derek would dress up as Uncle Fester.

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds x reader #my writing #fic swap #r: female #wc: 1k+

[gamerwoo]

[Tales from the Pack] Hansol: Fire and Ice (Part Six)

Characters: Hansol x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, angst, the smallest bit of fluff just bc hansol’s optimistic and a sweetheart

Word count: 2,420

Summary: You’ve always been one to let your emotions get the best of you – your power reflects that – and you’ve never been good at expressing them. That’s why you always thought you’d be awful with a mate, but you never thought things would be this awful.

a/n: things in bold are in english. also this takes place the same night as the last part but it explains where hansol was when minghao couldn’t find him, and what happened to his mate after she woke up. AND it does talk about rika and baekhyun and i used to have a series for them called amend buuuut i also took that down to redo it lmao so there’s not really much backstory on them other than what i have for star crossed so if you’re confused, that’s ok lmao 

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Hansol sat on the lawn as he usually did, staring up at the stars. He always wondered if you were looking at the stars, too. He wondered if you even liked looking stars, or what you preferred looking at instead. Did you like watching the clouds or animals in the forest? Did you like watching snow fall in the winter or rain fall in the summer? Did you still find staring at the fire comforting and pleasing even though you could easily form it effortlessly at your fingertips?

You were all Hansol thought about, and truthfully, he waited up every night for you. He never once felt you were in danger, and he knew he could find you quickly if there was danger. But for now, he was giving you space. He was just hoping you’d come back to him. If you did, he’d go see that doctor your pack recommended. If not, then he’d already be dead before the pain could get any worse – unless the silver managed to kill him first, in which case, it wouldn’t really matter anyway.

Hansol heard the front door open and shut before he heard somebody walking in the grass. He could smell Seokmin’s scent, so he knew it was him coming over.

“I’m about to go to bed, and everyone else is already in their rooms,” he told the younger boy. “I just wanted to see if you needed anything.”

“Actually,” Hansol spoke up, peeling his gaze away from the night sky to look at Seokmin, “I’ve been thinking...”

“About what?” Seokmin wondered as he sat down beside his brother.

“It’s been about a week since everything,” he began, staring at the grass between the two of them, “so I think it’s safe to go look back at the old house.”

Seokmin didn’t understand why Hansol would feel any need going back there. No doubt everything would be burned to the ground. Any belongings they had were what was left in their house, or what was put there by your pack in preparation for them to move in.

“Look for what?” he asked.

Hansol’s golden eyes practically sparkled when he looked up at Seokmin, “Something of Jiung’s or Chanseong’s. I want to give it to _____.”

“When?” Seokmin scoffed. “I don’t mean to sound mean, Sol, but do you even know if she’ll come back to you?”

“I’d go leave it at the house,” he shrugged. “I won’t go see her if she doesn’t want me to, so I’d just leave it there and go.”

“What are you expecting to find, exactly? You know there won’t be any bodies.”

“There might be. Or maybe there’s something small that didn’t get completely burned. I don’t know.”

As Hansol pushed himself off of the ground, Seokmin looked up at him, “Are you leaving right now?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “Do you wanna come help me?”

Seokmin sighed but got up as well, “Somebody has to keep you out of trouble.”

“Okay, Mr. Thunder-and-Lightning,” Hansol chuckled as the two brothers walked closer to the edge of their property and into the woods, “I think you are the trouble.”

“Hey, I helped!” Seokmin insisted.

“Yeah, helped Jooyeon have a heart attack,” Hansol laughed as the two disappeared into the thick brush.

-

You woke from your nightmare with tears streaming down your face. You’d been doing this a lot lately: crying so hard you’d wake yourself up. But this time, it was better that you woke up in the middle of the night. It was the perfect time to slip out unnoticed.

Ever since that first day after Jiung died, you felt the alpha pull to Hanbin. It was supposed to be you, but it never was. You tried to pretend, but nothing changed. You were never fit to be an alpha like Jiung, but you knew Hanbin would do a good job to protect the others.

Before you left, you got out a pen and some paper and wrote a quick note to Rin. You knew this would have the biggest impact on her, but you couldn’t stay here. If you weren’t an alpha like you were supposed to be, what was the point? It was like you didn’t belong here, but you definitely knew you didn’t belong with Seungcheol’s pack – not after you denied Hansol. To be truthful, you didn’t even really feel the tie to the pack anymore, not after the two days spent with Hansol. So you were going to just…go. You didn’t know what you’d do, but you’d either figure it out eventually or you’d die – whichever came first.

But you also knew Rin would have her mate soon enough considering she often went out and followed him around. Sure, he didn’t know since Rin kept herself invisible, but just knowing where her mate was and knowing he was doing okay was what you assumed would help her cope. It was why she was hidden the entire time his pack was here: she didn’t want her mate to see her and imprint on her – not until she learned how to speak to him, at least. So you hoped she’d be okay after you left, and that she’d learn Korean to finally go introduce herself to him. He seemed like a nice enough guy, anyway. He’d definitely help her get better and would make sure she was happy.

Rin,

When you read this, I’ll be gone. I don’t know where I’m going, but please don’t look for me. I know you’ll think I betrayed you by leaving, and I won’t try to make any excuses for myself. You were alone when Jiung and Chanseong you here, and all you had was us to rely on. I always promised to stick beside you, and I’m completely breaking that promise. I know you’ll hate me, and I deserve it. But I want you to know I still love you, and I hope you’ll do okay. And try not to stress so much – your mate will love you no matter what.

Please take care of yourself.

-_____

You left the note on your pillow before grabbing Jiung’s sweater that you left laying over the back of your chair, tugging it over your head, and going to the window. You pushed the window open before leaping out and landing softly on your feet before you ran into the woods, leaving behind your home, and the pack you used to consider family.

-

The wolves could already smell that burnt smell from the house, but they continued to run in their wolf forms until they were closer. They didn’t shift back until they reached the clearing where their house used to stand. But now, everything was reduced to rubble and ash.

“Shit…” Seokmin mumbled, looking around the plot of land they used to call home.

A place that once held bright and lively memories now looked dark and dead. They couldn’t believe this was the same place they used to run around and play. They couldn’t believe a large, warm house once stood here. On the other hand, they couldn’t believe that said house was now destroyed. It was all just a bunch of ash and useless pieces of debris.

“I’m gonna sift through some of this and see if there’s anything we can take back,” Seokmin said, gesturing toward the largest pile of dark ash.

Hansol just went over to where he last remembered seeing Jiung, all but ignoring Seokmin. There were small piles of ash around the house, which must’ve been all the dead or severely injured that they couldn’t save. There were even some detached body parts mixed in, but thankfully that stench was covered by the smell of the burned house that attacked his nose.

He reached the general area and got down on his bare knees, sifting through the ashes. He felt bad disturbing anything that might be a body, but he was determined to find something – anything – to make you feel like you could have even a little bit of closure. Hansol just wanted you to be happy.

Something suddenly caught his eye. It was something gold that shone in the moonlight above, which was what made him notice it. He brushed away some of the ash before picking up some sort of pendant on a thin gold chain. It was a plain gold circle, no bigger than a small coin, and it had Jiung’s first initial and your first initial engraved on it with a dot in between the two letters. Jiung and _____.

Hansol let the chain dangle from his teeth – he obviously didn’t have pockets, and that’s how he’d have to carry it in wolf form anyway – before searching through the rest in case there was anything else. He found a ring that had a date engraved on it as well. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he figured he should bring it just in case.

“Hansol!” Seokmin called as he rushed over with a few books in his arms. “I found a photo album, one of Danbi’s books, and a few picture frames that made it out.”

“Good job,” the younger wolf smiled. “Let’s get back to the house before sunrise, yeah?”

So the two shifted before Seokmin collected the small stack of things in his mouth, and the two raced off to their new home, happy with the small things they were able to find.

-

Hansol and Seokmin could hear their names being called before they even got close to home. They picked up their pace, Hansol howling to let them know they were nearby and safe.

When they finally made it back to the house, almost all the wolves were outside, waiting for the pair to return. Seokmin immediately dropped what he had in his mouth, but Hansol kept the ring and the necklace balanced carefully between his teeth.

Jihoon looked down at the ground, scanning over the things Seokmin brought before looking at the two wolves, “Did– Did you two go back to the house?! Are you kidding me?! You both could’ve gotten killed!”

Seokmin whined but Hansol didn’t regret it. He got what he was looking for.

“Jia’s been looking for you,” Seungcheol told Hansol.

The boy carefully placed the jewelry in the grass before shifting and collecting his two items, “Why?”

The eldest alpha sighed, running a hand through his dark hair, “_____ ran away from her pack.”

Hansol paused like he was trying to see if his instincts were about to suddenly warn him about his mate, but when nothing happened, he shrugged, “She’s okay.”

“What?” Soonyoung gasped. “You’re not even gonna go check on her?”

“No, she wants her space,” he insisted. “If something bad happens, then I’ll go find her, but until then, me smothering her won’t help.”

Junhui pointed at the gold pieces of jewelry that the younger wolf held, “What’re those?”

“They’re gifts,” he replied, smiling softly to himself as he looked down at the jewelry in the palm of his hand, “for _____.”

-

Maybe Rika was right. Maybe Baekhyun was the worst. Maybe you should’ve listened to the tiny mate whenever she complained about him. But you always found Baekhyun pretty enjoyable since he had about the same snarky attitude as Rin. But now, you were deciding to reconsider that.

Had he not had been sniffing around your property, you wouldn’t have been caught. Had he not been having issues with not only his mate -- if you could call her that -- and his pack, he wouldn’t have stopped you.

Had Chanyeol not been worried when he realized his brother was missing and gone out to find him, you would’ve gotten away.

“Can’t burn me if I burn too, _____,” Chanyeol sang as he forcefully carried you to their house.

But you had stressed that you didn’t want anyone knowing about this. Baekhyun couldn’t tell Rika, and neither of them could snitch on you to their pack. And considering the mental state they found you in, even Baekhyun knew not to double-cross you even though he just replied with, “I’ll think about it”.

Sneaking you inside was easy because the pack was asleep. So Chanyeol brought you up to Baekhyun’s room before setting you on the bed while Baekhyun shut the door. Then he turned to look at you, quirking an eyebrow while Chanyeol just studied you with furrowed brows.

“So...what happened?” Baekhyun quizzed.

He knew what happened to your alpha already. Their pack was friends with yours, and there was also the tie to Rika. But he didn’t understand what caused you to suddenly snap.

“I don’t have to tell you,” you told him, your arms crossed over your chest.

He shrugged, “Fair. But if you’re missing, I’m sure your pack will go looking for you when they realize, and then they’ll tell us what’s going on. And Rika will love me for saving her sister from a mental break.”

Your eyes widened, “I’m not going back.”

“You’re not going to do something stupid, either,” Chanyeol stated.

“I wasn’t!” you insisted. “I was just running away, okay?”

Baekhyun bit the inside of his cheek. He figured you must’ve realized that wasn’t the pack you belonged in anymore. They knew Hanbin was the alpha when they saw him last, sensing the authority radiating off of him and the way the pack acted around him. It was obvious.

But they didn’t know why you weren’t the alpha. So where did you belong?

“Is it because--”

“Where’re you gonna go?” Baekhyun cut off Chanyeol before he could ask a stupid question.

You just shrugged, “I don’t know. I can take care of myself, though.”

While Baekhyun would’ve rather just had you stay with them, he knew Junmyeon especially would ask a lot of question. And it was obvious you didn’t want to be bothered with that. Not only that, but he’d contact Hanbin.

Finally, he let out a sigh and grabbed your upper arm, “C’mon, let’s go.”

“Go where?” you asked.

He brought you to his bedroom door, whispering, “I’m gonna stay at the hut with you so I can know you’re safe, but so you’ll be away from everybody.”

You were surprised Baekhyun was doing something to help you, but you didn’t say anything else to him until you were out of the house and a good distance away. 

“Won’t your pack wonder where you went?” you pointed out.

He just shrugged, “Eh, probably not.”

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