#i wonder what ran through his head when he got his file and it was MIA

[gogogodzilla]

Um I was wondering if you could write smut about connor and about if he can vibrate if yk what i mean cause i feel like im not the only person that thinks that androids can vibrate. please and thank you

Tease || Connor (RK800)

Summary: Connor can't wait until you get home.

Note Pt. 2: This is a spiritual epilogue of my completed Connor fanfic, Criminal Analysis!

Warnings: smut (obviously lol), afab reader, oral (reader receiving), fingering (connor has vibrating fingers), semi-public sex

{Masterlist}

You knew what you were doing— you were wearing those pants Connor liked. Really liked. 

Of course, you had another reason to be wearing them other than riling him up. You knew that you’d be called into court eventually, that’s part of being a forensic psychologist, after all. 

It all started that morning. You got to sleep in a little due to court and you relished the few extra moments of unconsciousness. 

However, those moments lost their sweetness when you felt the cold, empty space beside you in bed. You blindly swatted the other side of the bed, hoping that if you reached just a little bit further you’d find your lover. He’d bring your groggy form into his embrace, and lull you back into a dreamless sleep. 

Your grasps came up empty and you rolled onto your back with a huff. The bedroom door opened with a click, and soft footsteps echoed throughout the room. You peeked open an eye and struggled to fight the grin that appeared at the sight of your love.

Connor’s hair was neat as always, but he had exchanged his Cyberlife jacket with a normal suit jacket. It was a refreshing change. 

Connor neared your side of the bed, and your grin grew. He bent down and pressed a soft, slow kiss to your temple and ran his fingers through your hair, smoothing out some of the tangles.  

He slowly peppered kisses down your face, moving from your forehead, down to the space between your eyebrows, to the tip of your nose, and, finally, your lips.

You didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss, the ache for him already growing. You ran your fingers through his hair and tugged him towards you. 

Connor knew better than to fall into your trap, especially when he was running late. He placed a hand beside your head to stop himself from coming any closer. That didn’t stop you from trying, though.

“I have to go,” he whispered as he gently pulled away. 

You sighed dreamily as you sat up, “You should’ve woken me up sooner.” 

“If we started,” Connor purred as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “we wouldn’t be able to stop.” 

You hummed in response as you slowly trailed your fingers up his thigh. He narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms, but you just grinned. 

You settled for resting your hands on his belt buckle, “You can afford to be a few minutes late.” 

Your argument was flawed, you knew that. Connor would rather cut off his own foot than be late. But, you also knew that you could be very persuasive. 

Connor pried your hand from his belt buckle and gave you a placating smile, “I’ll be home as soon as I can.” 

You let out a huff as you threw yourself back on the bed with a groan. You’re lucky you didn’t crack your head on the headboard, but you didn’t really care at the moment. 

Connor bent over and gave you a final kiss, whispering an ‘I love you’ against your lips. It was almost like you were Snow White, and he was your prince charming. Although, the only thing he’d awoken was a deep need throbbing between your legs. And then he was out the door. 

You set your plan into motion almost immediately. You felt a bit giddy at the thought of Connor getting all hot and bothered just by the sight of you. Especially, if he wouldn’t get to touch you until later that night. 

Your heart raced as you pushed open the glass door to the precinct. Your shoes clicked across the tile floor as you made your way through the turnstile and to your desk. 

You ignored Connor’s eyes searing a hole in your back as you bent down slightly and slowly put the files you came for in your bag. 

A low whistle sounded behind you, “Damn, sweetheart, what’re you all dressed up for?” Gavin called as he made his way to his desk, steaming mug clutched in his hand. 

You rolled your eyes and fought off a grin. Gavin’s shameless flirting was playing right into your plan. 

“If you must know,” you straightened and placed your hands on your hips, “some of us actually have to do our jobs.”

Gavin sat down and leaned back in his chair, “Very funny.” 

You went back to your task, pretending to look in one of the drawers for something, making sure to give Connor a very good view. 

“I think your plastic boy toy is malfunctioning,” Gavin snickered, and you stopped your fake search and looked up at Gavin. “He just practically ran to the bathroom.” 

“I’ll go check on him,” you muttered as you closed the drawer to your desk. 

Gavin put his feet up on his desk and sent you one of his blinks that’s meant to be a wink, “Yeah, you go ahead and check on him.”

You flushed as you turned away, your hurried steps echoing as you made your way to the bathroom. Gavin wasn’t stupid. Hell, you’d done the same thing when he’d pissed you off when you were dating. 

Old habits died hard.

The door to the men’s bathroom silently shut behind you, and luckily only one stall was occupied. You locked the bathroom door with a click and sauntered over to the stall which contained the object of your desires. Well, more like the person of your desires.

“Connor,” you called out as you came to a stop in front of the stall door. A slight grin graced your features as you waited for him to answer. 

The door opened in a flash, and you were pulled inside. Quicker than you could process, Connor had you pressed up against the door and had both of your hands caged in his and held above your head. 

“You just couldn’t wait,” Connor taunted as he tilted his head to the side, letting his breath fan across your cheek. He slid his knee between your legs, allowing himself to get even closer. 

You raised your head to look at him. “I dunno, seems like you’re the one who couldn’t wait.” He let out a sigh as he released your hands and raked them down your body. You had to be quick, Connor knew that. Although, that didn’t stop him from teasing you. 

He gripped your thighs as he looked down at you and pressed a sloppy kiss to your lips. It was mostly tongue, but you were quick to wrap your arms around him and pull him impossibly closer to you. 

Connor made quick work of undoing the buttons on your dress shirt as he pressed open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat and gripped your hips tightly. He was searching for that spot that made you make those noises he liked. You ground your core against his thigh, attempting to get some sort of relief.

Once he successfully got your shirt all the way unbuttoned, he was quick to attack the newly exposed skin, licking and sucking to his heart’s desire. You ran your fingers through his hair and tugged at the pieces at the nape of his neck eliciting a groan from him. 

Connor gripped your waist as he moved his sloppy kisses down your abdomen and slowly got to his knees. You gazed down at him through your heavy lids. He moved to unbutton your pants, eager to finally touch you. His movements were practiced and precise as he pulled your pants down to your ankles. He let out a shaky breath when he realized you weren’t wearing any underwear. 

You’d almost forgotten about that part of your plan.

He slotted himself neatly between your legs. He always fit so well there. 

“So needy for me,” he breathed against your core as he caressed your inner thighs. You clenched them together but his grip held you in place. He pressed a kiss on the inside of your knee before slowly moving upward, avoiding where you needed him most. 

You let out a groan, and Connor looked up at you. 

“Use your words, Doctor,” he gently reminded before latching his lips onto your core. Your breath is promptly knocked out of you, and any retort you had died in your throat. 

His grip tightened on your thighs as he desperately pulled you closer to him. His tongue expertly circled your clit as he found a rhythm that had your eyes rolling back. You gripped the hair at the nape of his neck, eliciting a moan that sent heavenly vibrations up your body. 

You groaned at the sight of him— your slick had begun to coat his face and he showed no sign of slowing. 

Connor slowly and sinfully pressed one finger inside you, which was quickly joined by another. You thrusted your hips forward, desperate to have even more of him. He pumped his fingers achingly slow, but a stream of vibrations caused you to jolt. 

That was new.

A sly grin had curved into Connor’s face and he looked up at you, taking in the confusion mixed with arousal that graced your features. He pulled away from you for a moment, “I was saving that for later.” 

“Fuck, Connor,” you whimpered. 

“Be quiet,” Connor grunted into your core as he jutted his fingers deeper into you. You pressed a hand over your mouth to silence the breathy moans that were escaping you. 

You trusted yourself for only a moment to whimper out, “Need you.” 

Connor was more than happy to oblige you as he rose to his feet and pushed his fingers past your lips, making you taste yourself. You busied yourself with undoing his belt buckle, fingers clumsy as you revealed what you ached for. 

Connor let out a shaky breath as you stroked him, and he met your strokes halfway. He gripped your thighs and in one swift motion lifted you up. He was practically bending you in half, but you didn’t mind. 

He angled his cock up to your entrance, and agonizingly, slowly pushed inside you. The way he stretched you was delicious, and you let out a high-pitched mewl at the feeling. 

He covered your mouth with one of his hands as he rutted inside of you and bottomed out. After a few moments, you started moving your hips, begging him to move. Mercifully, he obliged you and snapped his hips against yours. You let out a breathy moan against his hand, and he pressed sloppy kisses against your neck. 

“You’re perfect,” he slurred into your shoulder, “couldn’t wait until tonight to have you.” He moved his hand from your mouth to resting on your neck, and he looked you in the eyes as he pounded into you. Connor brought his hand down to where you were joined and the vibrations continued once again. 

You grip onto his bicep, that familiar coil beginning to tighten, and you panted heavily. “I’m close,” you whined.

“Come for me.” 

He didn’t have to ask twice. You groaned and you felt your eyes roll back as you reached your high. You came hard as you involuntarily pushed your hips into Connor’s. 

He came with your name gracing his lips along with a few other words. You attempted to catch your breath as Connor stilled within you. 

“You’re going to be late,” he said matter-of-factly as he pressed a kiss to your temple. You huffed out a laugh, and Connor gently set you back down. You grabbed onto his shoulders while you waited for your legs to stop feeling like jelly. 

Connor helped clean you up and make you look presentable. His hands were a lot steadier than yours at the moment. 

You pressed a kiss to his cheek and grinned, “I should tease you more often."

#detroit become human #dbh connor #connor x reader #rk800 x reader #dbh rk800 #connor x reader smut #rk800 x reader smut #dbhsmut #dbh x reader #no y/n #rk800 x you #reader insert #zilla answers

[phoenixblaze1412]

I LOVE YOU’RE FANFICS SO MUCH YOU DONT UNDERSTAND 💕 no one write Dottore x reader anymore 😭 could I request child reader who’s getting tutored by a segment and they yell at them for not understanding so the reader gets upset and doesn’t come out of there room not even to eat so prime goes looking for them female please 😊

Aww thank you anon<33

"Iota, it's time for you to tutor (Y/n)." Theta stated as he watched his fellow segment file through the documents handed to him.

"I'm busy. You can tutor her instead."

"Ah, I'm afraid not. Prime has given a schedule on which of us segments will be tutoring our dear (Y/n). And for today's tutor.. is you." Theta replied as he approaches Iota with you in his arms before placing you down on Iota's lap and dashing out the office.

"Theta you piece of s--!"

Iota had to cut himself off as he glanced down at you and stared into your curious eyes, you were wondering what he's about to say. Prime has initiated a rule that no segment should curse within your hearing range or else they would be neutralized. What's worse is that you can repeat the swear words that the segments would yell, making Prime immediately know who cursed.

Iota could only sigh before grabbing a piece of paper and wrote down a few equations for you. He's already stressed out from having to sort the files Prime and the other segments gave him. Him having to tutor you right now is adding an additional strain on his back that one more bad thing could make him snap.

Hopefully, he'll be able to finish sorting the documents while you solve the equation he gave you.

"Alright, brat. Solve this simple question and then you can go away and do what you want."

Iota handed you a pencil to use before placing you down on the ground and going back to his work. You were happy to do the task your tutor segments would give you. Each time you got a right answer, the segments would give you a sweet in return.

You looked down at the paper and tried to read the question. You were a slow reader but with the help of Omega, you were able to understand what the context of a sentence means. You narrowed your eyes in confusion as you stared at the piece of paper.

What volume of 0.125M HCl is required to react with 0.500g of CaCO3?

'Wait.. volume means sound and react is how the other things would respond..?'

You let out a hum and wrote down your answer. The sound of a pencil scribbling across paper can be heard. You stood up from the floor and went over to Iota, waving the paper in your hand.

Iota switched his attention to you as he grabbed the paper before looking at you as if you had grown two heads. You stood proudly in front of him, happy to be able to finish a task so quick. Your happiness was quickly cut off when Iota pinched and pulled at your cheek, making you whine in pain.

"You idiot, what do you mean 'a very loud volume'? That's not even the right answer!"

"But that was what I understand-!"

You whimpered when Iota grabbed your face, his fingers were digging into your cheeks that bruises were starting to form. You tried to tell Iota that he's hurting you but the way he was glaring at you was enough to make you shut up.

"Dumbass! Did the others not teach you this yet, huh? All of us can easily solve this thing! Even Kappa can solve this and he's seven! It could be all those sweets you've been eating that's making your brain dumb!"

You sucked in a breath before chomping down on his hand. Iota yelped and quickly let you go, he let out a small growl before slapping you across your face.

Iota could only blink in surprise as he watched you hold your cheek in pain. He reached out his hand towards you but you only moved back and ran out of the office, the sound of your cries can be heard throughout the palace.

"Fuck.."

Iota gripped and pulled at his hair as he leaned forward his chair and trying to process what had just happened. He glanced at his desk that was still full of reports and tiredly sighed. He has to finish this first before he can go to you. You might even forget about what happened just now due to your forgetfulness.

"(Y/n)?"

Beta called out as Delta knocked on your door. They heard the door to your room slammed shut, the loud slam causing the test tubes to rattle a bit from the lab. They were worried since you would never slam your door shut so they decided to know what happened.

"(Y/n) come on, open the door. What's wrong?"

When they still didn't receive a response, they decided that you might probably went to take a nap. Beta decided to come check up on you later when lunch time comes.

You still hadn't come out of your room and it was already evening. The segments, except Iota, kept calling out for you and asking you to come eat but you wouldn't respond to them.

"(Y/n), it's me Kappa! Are you not going to eat dinner with us?"

Omega could only sigh in disappointment as he told the others to head to the dining room and eat. Once the others have left, Omega glanced back at your door before heading to where the others are.

"So where is (Y/n)?"

Prime asked as he sat by the end of the long table, staring at the segments that came in. Iota was sitting away from him with his arms crossed, trying to remember what he forgot to do.

"She still doesn't want to come out.." is what Delta answered.

"She skipped lunch and might probably skip dinner too. She's going to starve herself." Theta added.

Prime narrowed his eyes before standing up from his seat and heading towards your room, leaving the segments to themselves. Theta watched as Prime left the dining room before glancing at Iota.

"Iota, weren't you tutoring her this morning?"

Iota froze in place, which the segments took note of, as he remembered what he had forgot.

"It didn't go well."

"Do explain what you mean by 'it didn't go well'."

"Let's hypothetically say that she may have gotten slapped.."

The segments could only stare at Iota in shock before they glared at him.

"She's just five!"

"Go apologize to her!"

"The reason why she hasn't left her room to eat is because of you!"

At the same moment, you were sniffling under your blanket, cuddling a small plushie of Prime that was gifted to you by Columbina.

You heard another knock coming from your door as you wiped your tears away. You winced when you accidentally touched your cheek, the one where Iota slapped you earlier.

"(Y/n), it's me. I hope you don't mind me coming in.

Just from the voice alone, you could immediately tell that it was Prime. You didn't expect him to be outside your room. You didn't expect him to be able to open your bedroom door when you were sure you locked it. You mentally facepalmed at yourself for forgetting that Prime has a key to your room in case of emergencies.

You squeaked in surprise when the blanket has been removed over your form, you held the Prime plushie close to your chest as you looked up to see Prime himself staring down at you.

"(Y/n), what ever happened to your cheek?"

Prime gently held your face, inspecting the reddened and bruised spot on your cheek. You whimpered when he accidentally grazed his finger against the area, making you flinch back. He noticed your reaction before narrowing his eyes.

"Tell me who did this. Now."

You were always scared when Prime's tone would be cold and demanding when it comes to you. You know he would never hurt you but it's always rare for him to use his commanding voice. With a small gulp, you told Prime what happened. Prime listened to your rambles, he heard the way your voice started to crack and tears making its way to your eyes. His hand gently stroked your hair as to calm you down, his other hand went to cup your cheek and gently wipe away your tears using his thumb.

Once you finished telling Prime everything, you were a sniffling mess. You didn't come out of your room for the entire day because you were scared that Iota might yell and hurt you again. You held onto your plushie as Prime picked you up before walking out of your room.

"You could have went and told me instead if events like this happen, my dear. Even if the segments are me from different ages, I would be upset if I find out they hurt my little flower."

You and Prime walked in the dining room to see the other segments glaring at Iota from the other side of the room.

"Iota, we need to talk now. I have been informed about what you did to (Y/n) earlier and how you yelled and hurt her."

"It's not my fault that she's a fucking dumbass!"

"She is literally five years old! Cognitive thinking takes time to develop especially with children of her age!"

"It's a simple problem, Prime!"

"Answering stoichiometry questions that advanced does not count as a simple problem for her to solve! She can barely read and understand it!"

The banter between Prime and Iota continued on. You were feeling a bit light headed from the lack of food in your system so you held onto Prime's clothes to steady yourself.

"Did you ever think about her feelings as well? After you yelled at her, even slapped her, she hid in her room all because she was afraid of seeing you. She was afraid you might hurt her again."

Iota's eyes widened in shock as he glanced at your tiny form. You looked up and saw Iota's gaze before hiding yourself further in Prime's chest, your head leaning against his shoulder.

"Starting now, you are banned from tutoring (Y/n). And if you even try to touch her... I suppose I'll have to put a shock collar on you to keep your hands in check."

Prime heard your stomach growl as he went to get a plate of food before walking back to your room. Before he left the room, he glanced back at the other segments.

"Let this be a lesson for you lot if you try to hurt (Y/n). I won't be merciful. Iota, I'll deal with you later."

Once back in your room, Prime sat you down on your bed before helping you eat. He watched as you hungrily ate the stew, making him relieved to know you're not going to be hungry anymore. Prime took the empty plate from you before standing up to leave, only to stop when he felt you tug on his lab coat.

"Um.. is what Iota said true? Am I a dumbass?"

Prime's eye twitched in annoyance when you said dumbass, he already had a plan in mind on how to deal with of Iota when he's done.

"Not at all, don't listen to what Iota said.. don't even repeat that word. You're already intellectual for your age, my dear. Don't let others' opinions bring you down. After all, you are my prodigy."

Prime ruffled your hair before tucking you in bed. He watched as you held the plushie of himself and cuddled it.

"Nighty night, Prime.."

"Good night, my sweet. May your dreams be kind tonight."

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #dottore x reader #dottore #zandik x reader #il dottore x reader #female reader

[writingsbymo-mo]

Mine Always

Bonten!Rindou x F!Reader

Rating: Mature

Contains: pregnancy, mild sexual themes, language

Contains spoilers for the Tenjiku arc

Note: she/her pronouns are used when referring to your past self at times...and in the little bonus at the end. Keep that in mind before reading 💕

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"Welcome home, Rindou!" You beamed, planting a kiss on his lips, "did you miss me?" You had a long day sorting through files for Koko. With you being a few months pregnant, you were stuck doing office work for Bonten, not that you minded. Field work was always more enjoyable, especially after many adrenaline induced escapades with Rindou that led to your current situation.

Rindou smiled into the kiss, sneaking a few on the shell of your ear. "Why wouldn't I miss my beautiful pregnant wife?" He cooed, picking you up in his arms. "Come on, it's been a long day for both of us. Let's get some rest."

The city lights illuminated the space just enough to reach the comfort of your shared bed. Gently, he lowered you onto the silk sheets, tucking you in. He's been doing this often the moment your little bump began to show and honestly, you loved it. The bed creaked under his weight as he joined you under the covers. He rolled onto his side, gazing at you fondly, gently wrapping his arms around your form until your back was pressed to his chest. "Can't believe we've been together for over ten years now. And now, we have a little Haitani on the way." His warm hand began rubbing small circles onto your bump as he pressed kisses into the back of your neck.

You gasped, moving your head to give him more access to your neck as a thought came to you. "I wonder how our past selves would react to us now, you know? I mean, you used to have the biggest crush on me according to Ran before we started dating." Rindou scoffed, "of course he told you that...sigh...though he is part of the reason we're here now."

"Aww," you cooed, placing your hand over his, "I guess I'll have to thank him later. Still, I think you'd have the cutest reactions if your past self knew you fucked a baby into me." You giggled as he shook his head with a chuckle. "Alright love, let's go to sleep. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

"Yeah, goodnight Rin."

"Goodnight love," he whispered and kissed your neck.

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You awaken to a shrill scream piercing your ears. "Who the fuck are you? How did you get in here? GET OUT!!!!"

You rubbed your eyes and sat up immediately, confused as to what is happening. You fell asleep next to Rindou like always so who is this? Then it hit you, where is he.....

Frantically, you search the room only to find....familiarity? It was your old bedroom. The walls lined with posters of your favorite bands and movies, your computer with your cd tower next to it with a few cases placed at your desk you were given to by Rindou not long after you started dating. You smiled, remembering how excited he was giving you his first copy of remixes and originals to you, wanting your honest feedback after listening to it. It was something you always cherished even into your present time. You couldn't help the soft smile forming on your face as you reminisced your memories with him.

"HEY! Are you even listening?! GET THE FUCK OUT!!!"

You snapped out of your thoughts, staring wide-eyed at your past self fuming, holding a bat you used to have before it snapped in half during a fight. Somehow, you stayed calm, sighing as you got a better look at your past self. "I almost forgot I dyed my hair neon pink and blue with a black under color...Ran and Rindou were right though. It was a good look for me," mumbled to yourself, or so you thought. Your younger self clutched the bat tighter, closer to her chest. "H-how...how...what??? What do you mean by "me"?"

You quietly laughed and smiled, "it's just as I said. I am you just about ten years from now."

Her jaw dropped, "so...if you're me...then who knocks me up in the future?" She said as she points to your visible bump.

"You want to know?" She nods at you while your hand caresses your stomach, rubbing it fondly. "Rindou did."

"Y-you mean...we—

"Yes, we fucked."

A huge blush spread across her face. She stepped towards the bed, grabbed the nearest pillow and squealed into it, "ohmygodohmygodohmygod!"

'How cute!' You thought, giggling to yourself. She lifted her head so only her eyes were visible, "is he, you know...big?" You almost choked on your spit, "y-yeah...he's quite thick. The best I've ever had." Then it dawned on you. 'Did Rindou get transported here too? If so, is he at his old place? But what if he isn't?'

"Shit, I'm going to be late!" She jumped to the closet, throwing on her Tenjiku uniform, grabbing her trusty bat then turning her head to you with a smirk, "you coming or not?"

"You know it!" And maybe, just maybe he'll also be there.

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The sun shone bright in the sky as you left Yokohama Station with your past self leading the way. 'Must be one of the executive's meetings before our major battle with Toman,' You concurred given the information gathered from your past self.

A few twists and turns down streets and alleyways, the two of you made it to the abandoned warehouse where the meeting would take place. "It's the same as I remember." The floors were covered in dirt and broken glass, mainly by the windows. More people in red coats arrived shortly after your arrival: Mochi, Shion, Koko, Hanma, Kisaki, and Muto. One of them approached you, eyeing your figure as he licked his lips.

"Oi, Rindou's girl, who's the pregnant babe?"

"Shut it Hanma, she's taken!" Your past self barked. "Besides, she's me."

"The fuck?!" Hanma, Shion, and Mochi yelled in unison. Koko squinted in confusion, clearly thinking the same thing while Muto furrowed his brows. Kisaki stood quietly, unwavered yet bothered by the circumstances. They all stared at you, then at your other self, then back to you. "Well, they both look the same to me," stated Mochi. Shion scoffed, "the pregnant one is clearly better looking."

"I heard that!" Your past self yelled, clenching her fists, stomping towards Shion who shrunk back. You held your arm out in front of her, glaring at him. "I may be pregnant but I can still take you in a fight, Shion. Say that to me again, I dare you," glowered. He held his hands up, laughing nervously to himself. "So then future Rindou's girl, did he knock you up or—"

"I did."

Everyone shifted to the new voice. He stepped forward, hands in his suit pockets with his usual annoyed expression as two young men in black Tenjiku uniforms followed behind him. "Rindou!" You beamed. Your eyes watered a little as you ran to him, jumping in his arms. "I missed you sweetheart," he smiled, pulling you in a tight hug and peppered kisses on your forehead as though he was afraid to lose you again.

"R-Rindou?!" The members of Tenjiku exclaimed, eyes wide with their jaws to the floor.

Ran and past Rindou strolled over to you, the older one placing a hand on your shoulder. "I'm going to be an uncle," he smiled. "Yeah, in ten years," stated your Rindou as he rolled his eyes. "Still, I will be an uncle."

The Rindou from the past couldn't stop himself from looking at his girlfriend to you and your baby bump. Rosey pink filled his cheeks, knowing what he or his future self did with you. "Don't worry yourself too much. Just make sure to take good care of her when the time comes," you winked at him. The tips of his ears turned crimson as he looked away, taking his glasses off to clean them. "Don't tease him too much, love. You know how I was then." You giggled and booped his nose, "and you're still like that Rin-Rin."

"So, I heard we have some unexpected guests joining us. Thanks for the call, Ran"

All members of Tenjiku dropped silent, paying respects to their leader.

"I-Izana..." your eyes began to water as your heart swelled. Of course, he'd still be here. The Toman battle hasn't arrived yet

"Congratulations you two," Izana smiles, "the weather is lovely today, isn't it?"

You nodded, "it's good to see you again."

Kakuchou stood beside Izana, softly gazing at you and Rindou. "It's good to see you're still together."

Seeing everybody filled you and Rindou with joy. You shed a few tears as his thumb wiped them away. "I know we just got here, but we should find a way to get home. No telling what shit is going down with us gone." You sighed, defeated then nodded. He's right. Even if we stay, we don't belong in this time. "Do you know how?" He shrugged, "I'm not sure, but I've heard some of Sanzu's strange mumbling during his highs about time travel...and if I'm right, I need to be behind you."

"You're leaving already? But you just got here..." your past self cried, tackling you into a hug. "At least let me say goodbye first!" You smile, returning it. "Take care of that baby, you hear?" She sniffs. "Don't worry, we will."

Younger Rindou approaches the two of you, unable to look you in the eyes. He awkwardly rubs the back of his neck, still bushing from earlier. "Don't worry, I'll take care of her. And take care of our future child...plea—oof—" Ran drapes an arm over his shoulder and pulls him down with him to reach your eye level. "Take care of yourself and be good to my little nephew when he's born Rin-Rin!" Rindou rolls his eyes, "it's not like yourself from the future doesn't say that every single day," he retorts, though he can't help but smile. Ran nudges his brother under his arm, "and you better take care of your girl."

"Bye you two!"

"See you soon?!"

"Don't make too many crotch goblins!"

You both laughed at the last one.

It was time to go. A heavy sigh escaped you. Rindou circled behind you, wrapping his arms around your waste and nuzzling your neck. "I love you," he muttered, leaving a light peck on your nape.

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Light was swallowed in an instant as you found yourself under the covers of familiar silky sheets. You yawned, stretching your limbs with a grunt. 'Was that all a dream? It felt too real.'

A set of arms pulled you closer. You squeaked as he kissed your neck. "Rindou!" You whined. "Shhhh, go back to sleep love," he whispered into your skin, sliding a hand down to caress your stomach. "So it was a dream? Shit...," you covered your face with your hands as sorrow washed over you.

"A dream?"

You nodded.

"When we saw our past selves and all of Tenjiku again?"

You tensed as your eyes popped open. "It wasn't a dream?! Oh thank god I'm not crazy," you sighed in relief.

Rindou shifted, straddling over you, beaming down at you like he's viewing the finest piece of art. He trails kisses from your Bonten tattoo over your right breast up to your lips, smiling with every smooch. "To prove it, I'm going to take good care of you and our baby."

"I know you will Rin."

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Rindou awakens with a hard punch to the gut. "Cough, cough...the fuck was that for love?!" He sits up, ready to find you angry at him for whatever reason, but was met with a familiar face with a set of round glasses scowling at him.

"You better fucking get out if you know what's good for you. Or you won't be seeing this "love" of yours ever again!" He yelled.

Yawn "Rindou, keep it down! I need to get my nap in before the meeting—the fuck?! Why are there two of you in here...?"

Younger Rindou snapped his head at his older self, pulling up the sleeve of his shirt to see a matching tattoo only his brother and himself have. "What...the...hell?!!" His eyes widened, completely stunned. Never in his life did he ever think this to happen. This was something that only happens in movies.

Rindou clutched his abdomen, hissing from his younger self's gut punch. "Ok, here's the deal. I don't know how or why I got here. All I know is I need some painkillers and to get back to my pregnant wife."

"Wait...I-I'm married?" He gasped, stumbling in his steps.

"You're married and your wife is pregnant?!!"

Rindou nodded and crossed his arms. "Been with her for over ten years. You'll know who she is when you see her."

Ran's grumpy demeanor vanished at the whole revelation. He rushed over and squeezed Rindou in his arms. "I can't believe I'll be an uncle one day!"

Younger Rindou stood in the corner, thinking about who his future wife is considering he knows her. "Wait...is it—"

"Yes, it's her. She's the best woman a man could have."

"Well Rin-Rin, I was right to nudge you two together."

"Shut up Ran..."

#hope you like it uwu #ran helped push it along #shenanigans ensue #haitani rindou x reader #haitani rindou #pregnancy #pregnant!reader #f!reader #rindou haitani x reader #rindou haitani #haitani ran #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers spoilers #tokyo revengers x reader #bonten!rindou #tokyorevengers #tok rev #tenjiku #tokyo revengers fanfiction

[gh0stsp1d3r]

i absolutely LOVED what you wrote for my criminology major req. just thought of this..

AU where reader notices Williams strange behavior about the major and does some digging and ends up finding out everything but doesn’t give him up / doesn’t leave him. i’m not sure how to word it but i just thought of it and am obsessed !!

ahh love this. I did pretty good for my finals I’m proud, anyways, I can start writing again now yippee

True love

You noticed the way he acted, the way he spoke, and the way his eyes looked like they had a million secrets.

Of course you had no clue what you were getting yourself into when you started dating Steve. He was attractive, smart, sweet, and he was a gentleman.

And you noticed the way he changed when he heard you were starting criminology. His face dropped for a moment upon hearing, then a fake smile visible on his face. His office door became locked, along with the garage door now.

You sat down in your bed with a bottle of coffee as you scrolled through your work. Reading some article and writing down notes.

Once finished, Steve still wasn’t home. You closed your laptop, hopping off the bed and heading out to the living room. You glanced at the door leading to the garage for a moment.

It was odd, how he never went in. How it was locked every time you tried to open it now. It wasn’t like that before.

Was he cheating on you or something? Is that why his office and the garage are locked now? What was he hiding?

The thoughts ran through your head, and you did something that you never thought you would do to him.

Pulling your computer up again, you typed the words “Steve Raglan”

Of course you saw his work, a few more links leading to the website. Then you started to see obituaries for people with the same name.

You then saw a public record, an order for a name change.

“My complete present name is William Afton. I request that my name be changed to Steve Raglan.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. What? It can’t be the same person. You scrolled through the rest of his profile, seeing his job and even address. Under relatives was his daughter, whom you’ve met once.

What the hell? You quickly closed it and typed in William Afton.

“Owner of Freddy Fazbears pizzeria facing charges of murder.” The title read. A picture of a young man, who did look a lot like Ste- William was underneath. You looked closer at the photo, and the background.

The man had a goofy smile, holding a thumbs up at the person taking the picture. He had blue eyes, light brown hair. It was Steve. You knew it was. You could tell by the smile, the way his eyes twinkled with wonder and joy were the same.

And as horrible as it was, you continued to read through. Once the article finished you stared at the computer, already knowing what you had to do.

You got up quickly, stumbling slightly to the drawer. You rummaged through the files and objects; you then noticed a key hidden deep down.

You tried it to the garage door first, but it didn’t work. Then you tried it on his office one.

His office was clean, boxes in the corner, books neatly stacked, no mess or sign of anything out of the ordinary.

You sat down in front of the computer and turned it on. Your leg bounced as you thought of a password.

After a few tries, you finally guessed it. You opened up a file titled "Work" first, not expecting to find much. Just names of clients, background info. You closed it out and went into another titled "Plans."

In the folder, there were multiple sketches of animatronics, pictures of broken-down ones, and exoskeletons of ones. You then went further down into it, sketches of a dentist-like chair, blades on the animatronics head. Then pictures of bloodied blades, blood from God knows what.

Your eyes widened as you continued through the folder, it got worse as you scrolled. You quickly found out that the animatronics had bodies stuffed in them- children's bodies.

The worst part? Your feelings to William didn't change. You were a criminology student- you should hate him right now! You thought, quickly closing out of the folder and getting off the seat when you heard the car pull into the driveway.

You quickly went out the room. locking the door and making your way to the door where he would enter any second.

You, as always, were there to greet him with a kiss and a smile on your face, asking him how his day was.

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[cumulo-stratus]

Love Like a Fathers

Request: Hello, hope you're having a good day/night, I was wondering if I could request Spencer x Father figure reader, theyre On a case the unsub tries to kill Spencer but reader protects him and gets hurt himself.

Pairing: platonic!Spencer reid x Father figure!reader

Summary: Y/n gets hurt protecting Spencer from an unsub, and y/n and spencer spend some time together at the hospital

warnings: cannon typical violence, gunshot wounds/blood, swearing, s1 spencer being an adorable little cutie-pie <3

A/N: Friend I'm so so so sry this has been a WIP for like month😭- I've had like no motivation to write :( thank you for the patience and for the lovely request, and although ive never written platonic for spencer, i did my best! btw the lovely dividers are by @cafekitsune (not proof read)

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Spencer Reid and Y/n L/n weren’t related by blood, but if you asked anyone that knew them- they would tell you that it doesnt matter. y/n treated spencer like the son he never had, and spencer treated y/n like the father he lost. Even if you didn’t know them, you could tell the pair were close. Spencers intellect bounced well of y/n’s wisdom. Hotch knew this, and often paired spencer with y/n because of it. And when they got called to a case in the small town of Trutney, Alabama, it was no different. 

As soon as the plane landed l/n and reid had been paired off to go to the M.E.’s to look at the one body they had so far. And so the next 2 days went by as uneventfully as they could go on a case with the BAU. Interviews, and case files - take out around a conference table and calls to garcia- just a regular BAU case. Until the last day when they were sure they had the right guy; Daniel Wilson, he fit the profile perfectly. And so the team was spilt into 2 groups; one going to the house and one going to the workplace. Hotch sent y/n and spencer to the back knowing y/n would have spencers back if anything happened. 

As they crept through the long hallways silently the pair would share glances every now and then. When they reached a split Y/n made a silent flick of his wrist ordering spencer to take the path to the right while y/n would take the path to the left. Y/n stalked down the hall with his gun raised leaving Spencer to do the same with the other hallway. 

Y/n was clearing the final room at the end of the hall when the distant sound of grunting and a gun shot. Without another though y/n raced down the hall toward the continuous grunting yelping. Y/n just barely remembered to call for back up as he ran- Morgan's voice sounding through the phones speakers.

"What's up L/n-"

He was interrupted by y/n's out breath voice.

"I heard a shot from Reid's side of the house I need backup" 

Before Morgan could respond y/n hung up, stuffing the phone in his back pocket. When y/n reached the source of the sounds, he found a door slightly ajar. He pushed it open all the way to find Spencer on the loop ground with the unsub above him. They were pushing against eachother trying sway the barrel of the gun in their favor. Spencer was trying to push the barrel away from his head while the unsub did the opposite. Without hesitation y/n crossed the room and grabbed the unsub roughly by his shoulders throwing him away from spencer. Spencer took no time at all the scramble away, his feet sliding as he fumbled to push himself away.  Meanwhile y/n and the unsigned were in a struggle for the gun. And almost as if in slow mo, spencer saw a bullet leave the barrel and enter y/ns shoulder- right where his neck met his shoulders. The resounding bang that came with it caused spencers ears to ring. but caused everything to come back to normal speed was the second gunshot, from y/n to the unsubs chest. He fell to the ground, bleeding out. 

“Spencer! spencer i need you to put pressure on the wound- okay?” 

Despite the many filed first aid books he’d read, spencer couldnt recall a single bit of information- and was only listening y/n’s instructions. 

“alright now use my sweater- ya its right over there. We need something to stop the bleeding-“

Y/n interrupted himself with small grunts and grimaces every time his shoulder moved. But luckily spencer was in it enough to properly use the sweater y/n had provided.

At this point spencers hands were soaked in blood, and so was the sweater. It was warm, and sticky- drying and cracking on the back of his hands. Just then Morgan came storming in, a mix of swat and paramedics trailing behind him. A paramedic took the sweater from spencer’s hands and he was pulled away by Morgan to checked out- despite his protests. spencer was quite insistent he stay with y/n but Morgan settled him enough to get checked out by telling him that he would be updated if anything happened. 

Spencer stood in front of the open doors of an ambulance- restlessly wringing his hands together while an EMT patched the small gash on his forehead. Spencer had resisted saying anything about how he thought it was unnecessary- as it wasn’t even bleeding that much. But spencer knew better than to argue with Morgan at this point. 

Spencer practically ran- which he didn’t do very often- to the nearest large black SUV. As he walked/ran across the lawn he called out to morgan.

“St. Mary’s right?”

“on 32nd street-“

spencer didnt allow morgan to finish- instead climbing into one of the FBI vehicles littering the street. 

The fluorescent lights of the hospital burned spencers retinas as spoke the woman at the desk. 

“excuse me where is Y/n L/n’s room?’

as he spoke, spencer drummed his fingers against the desk- anxious to see y/n. Make sure he was okay. 

“Down the hall and to your left, room 328 sir”

Spencer barely managed a curt thank you and nod before he was speed walking down the hall. the lights in the hospital clashed with the stark white of the hall when spencer entered. They were dimmed to be only slightly brighter than the dark sky through the glass. spencer found y/n asleep soundly with a large bandage across his shoulder and butterfly bandages littering his exposed chest and face. Spencer could feel some of the weight lift off his shoulders when his eyes met y/ns closed ones. 

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Despite the dim light it still took effort for y/n keep his eyes open once he woke up. The first thing he noticed was sleeping form of Spencer draped over an uncomfortable looking chair. His back and neck were bent forward in what looked to be a not very comfortable position to sleep in. 

Spencer stirred when y/n grunted quietly from the pain of sitting himself up. Spencer immediately rubbed the sleep from his eyes and went to help y/n, and as always y/n tried to tell Spencer he was fine and didn't need help. But y/n always made an exception for Spencer- especially he insisted with his innocent honey brown eyes. 

"Spence I'm fine bud- come sit with me"

Y/n had a smile on his face and patted the spot next to him which he had now made by scooching over. Spencer shyly climbed up next y/n, his slacks and blazer looking out of place to the hospital gown y/n was wearing. 

"You know you really scared me back there-"

Spencer was staring at his hands as he spoke- remembering the blood that had once coated them. Y/n took the opportunity to place a comforting comforting hand on Spencer's back, rubbing back and forth the way y/ns own family did. 

"I know- but you can't rid of me that easily bud"

They both laughed lightly at that and instead of responding verbally Spencer leaned his head on y/ns shoulder, appreciating the warmth of y/ns excess internal heat. Spencer was often the one to take advantage of the human heater of a person y/n was. And this was one of those moments. 

No more words were needed for the rest of the evening. They weren't needed for anything- the team could handle it (and it helped that Hotch knew how stressed Spencer was and let him know he could stay at the hospital with y/n). 

And there; in the dimly lit hospital room, that smelled of disinfectant, Spencer felt more comforted than in his own home. 

The End 

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[littleadaline]

Broken Record [P.G6] [Part II]

Warning: previous mention of infidelity?

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: I’m finding it a bit wordy and lengthy, so I’m sorry if it is lacking clarity in some parts.

Part I

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A year had passed since your breakup. Things had changed, you had changed, but most importantly, you healed. Your internship turned into a full time job, at a place where you felt yourself grow professionally and creatively.

“Got a minute?” Andrea, your team manager knocked on your door.

“I was just heading out for lunch. What’s up?”

“Dani called out sick for the next few days, so he won’t be the one to cover today’s photoshoot. I was wondering if you would like to give it a shot. Your task shouldn’t be too different than what you do on paper.” Andrea handed you a file.

“Yes! I’d love to give it a try. What time is the shoot?” You took the file from her, skimming through the general details.

“From 14:00 to 16:00. There will be an interview part in the middle, so count this as your lunch break. The company will have a buffet on set, unless you wish to buy your own food, which shouldn’t be a problem. With that said, the shoot starts in 30 minutes, so I advise you to head down to the 3rd floor to make sure everything is going accordingly.” Andrea said to you, closing the door behind her.

Grabbing the file previously left in your hands, you left your office towards the 3rd floor. The subject of today’s shoot wasn’t mentioned on file, which only meant it was either going to be a group or a high profile person. The door of the elevator opened, and a scene of chaos welcomed you.

“What is going on?” You asked on the technicians, setting down your bag on the table.

“The backdrop won’t hold, it keeps falling down. Some of the makeup artist’s makeup has been damaged in transport. And Marta can’t complete the makeup without the product.”

“What kind of makeup?” You rummaged through your bag.

“Some face powder. She says Pablo Gavi will be too shiny without the powder.”

Your blood ran cold upon hearing his name. You clutched at your powder before walking over to the makeup station. There he was, sitting his back to you. His hair was longer, his arms bulkier and his shoulders broader. He had definitely changed in that year.

“Marta, here’s the powder you inquired about. Just slip it back in my bag once you’re done.” You handed her the container, avoiding eye contact with Gavi. “Javier, for the backdrop, just use the sandbags in storage to tie it down. We’ll have the players stand on a platform instead. Everything should be in storage. Have Omar help you out.”

You shot a text to Andrea, informing her of the issues you ran into and how you fixed them. You wished she had warned you that Gavi would be at the shoot.

“Y/N…” An all too familiar voice disrupted you.

“What can I help you with?” You tried to keep a professional attitude.

“How have you been? It’s been a year.” You didn’t want to face him.

“Really, Pablo? You want to do this now? At my workplace?” You said through gritted teeth. You finally turned back to face him. You had to contain your surprise when you saw his face. He looked different…better. More mature to be exact.

“We never really got the chance to talk things out. You just… left.”

“I left for a reason, Pablo. I left because you couldn’t be bothered to treat me as an equal in the relationship we had. I left because I was tired of being treated liked a maid in my own house. I left… because despite everything I did to save our relationship, you still went out and cheated. I left because your sister and your friends defended your behaviour instead of calling you out. This…us wasn’t working out.” You sighed. The last thing you wanted to do was explain your decision.

You left Pablo unable to answer and headed back to the table where you had left your bag. Soon, the rest of the scheduled team for today’s shoot rolled out. You recognized Pedri and Frenkie, shooting them a quick smile before focusing back on your computer screen. The first hour rolled by and you were packing up your things for lunch when a voice stopped you in your tracks.

“I’m sorry. That’s what I’ve trying to say,” You turned back, surprised at the words. “I promise you this isn’t an effort to get back together, but I felt like you deserved an apology… for my lack of involvement in our relationship, my dishonesty, and lack of faithfulness. After you left… I mean you must’ve seen the headlines-” You had read the headlines about Gavi’s behaviour. Slacking at work, always late, uninterested.

“I thought I would be able to deal with it on my own, but I was wrong. Pedri made me go see a therapist, he forced me.” You chuckled, sitting back down in your chair. “She taught me how my behaviour was causing distress to you, and why it led to us breaking up. I channeled the anger of my injury on our relationship. I am…sorry. You deserved a partner that showed up for you, listened to you, treated you with respect. And I’m sorry I couldn’t be that person.”

“Gavi, I… Thank you.” Was all you could come up with. You hated that it took you guys breaking up for him to wake up, but you were glad to have this closure after all this time. Your heart softened at the sight of him after his confession.

“I’ll…um leave you be.” Gavi awkwardly said, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

Unbeknownst to you, Pedri and Frenkie had caught the scene. After your lunch break, something inside the room had shifted.

“Is everything alright for the second part of the shoot?” You asked Javier. The man’s face soured at your question. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “What?”

“One of the models fell sick during the players’ interview. We’re going to have to change the whole sequence of the pictures, which is going to take some time to figure out. And the boys can’t stay too late either.”

“One thing! I need one thing to go right today!”

“Why don’t we have Y/N do it?” A voice spoke up behind you. Pedri was standing there, water bottle in hand and a smug look on his face.

“What? No. No. I am not made for modelling.” You rejected his idea.

Marta, Javier, Oscar, Pedri, and Frenkie gave you a look that suggested otherwise. You were made for.

“I can have you done with hair and makeup in 15 minutes.” Marta suggested.

“What will I lose aside from my personal integrity?” You sarcastically answered. “Fine, but I want to be done with this as soon as possible.” Marta whisked you away as soon as you were done talking. She sat you down in her chair before pulling your hair out of its bun. She played around with the curler until she was satisfied, showing you the final result with a huge grin on her face.

“You look so hot with this.” You blushed at her compliment, getting ready to get out of her chair, when she pushed you back down. “Uh uh, we’re not done yet. We’re missing a few touches of makeup.” Marta had you done in under 15 minutes, as promised. Looking at your reflection, you couldn’t recognize yourself. Your eyes nearly shined, your cheekbones and eyebrows features beautifully highlighted by Marta’s skillful touch. Marta led you to the changing rooms, handing you the silk dress and heels for the shoot.

“Que linda…” Marta said as you emerged from the changing room. She walked you back to the shoot, the crews’ jaw dropping as you walked into the room. Pablo couldn’t help but stare at you.

“Alright Y/N, I just need you to step on the platform right here. Oscar help her out please.” Oscar held your hand as you walked to the platform. “It was Pablo’s turn, so please step forward on the platform.”

“Oh wait, no-” but Gavi had already walked up to the platform. He was standing in front of you, shoulders back, a small smile on his lips. “I’m sorry. If you’re not comfortable you can step out of this. No hard feelings.” He said apologetically.

“It’s fine, Gavi. I can be professional.”

Oscar helped you pose for the first pictures, manipulating you and Gavi’s bodies. As the minutes went by, you felt yourself relax, the thought of the shoot being almost over comforting you. That was… until the photographer asked you and Gavi to be more intimate. Given your history, you were conflicted. To your surprise, so was Gavi.

“I don’t know if Y/N is comfortable with this.”

“I… Can we keep it low-key? Like maybe just like posing together… really close?” You suggested.

“That works fine. Pablo, place your left hand on her waist. Your right hand on her jawline, below her ear.

Y/N, both your hands will go on his chest, your left one slightly higher please.” Posing along, you could feel Pablo’s abs underneath his shirt. You could cut the tension with a knife, your heart rate quickening by the second. Pablo’s grip tightened on you, a breathless moan leaving your lips. You couldn’t help but stare at his lips, the faint layer of gloss Marta had applied mesmerizing you. You missed the taste of his lips, how they moulded with yours, their warmth.

You were ready to throw your morals out the window if it meant kissing Gavi one more time. His eyes shifted to you, his gaze drawn to your painted lips. He wanted to smudge the lipstick; wishing to see your makeup ruined by tears as he tore into you.

“Gavi…” you sighed.

“Y/N…tell me I’m not alone.” He begged, his voice quivering.

“We can’t, Gavi. Not with our history.” You looked down. The faint smell of his perfume was messing with your mind, your thoughts racing like a free horse. “Fuck it.” You said before grabbing Gavi by the neck, crashing your lips into his. A wave of gasps could be heard across the room, along with Frenkie and Pedri’s chuckles. Pablo pulled you in closer, one hand settled in your hair. His other hand pushing you flush against his chest.

After your stunt, the photographer showed you the pictures, glazing over the one’s of you and Gavi’s kiss.

“We obviously will not print these ones, but if you want a personal copy, send me an email. I didn’t know you were dating Pablo Gavi. Congrats on keeping it as tightly secured as you did.” The photographer told the both of you.

“Oh we’re not-” Pablo started, but was quickly interrupted by your words.

“We’re giving each other a second shot.” You shot a playful glance at Gavi, who was starstruck.

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[thebigbadbatswife]

Let Me Take Care Of You | Batman x Fem!Reader

Summary - Bruce is always the one taking care of you. Tonight, you want to be the one that takes care of him.

Warnings - Minor Injuries, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff.

Word Count - 1.2k

Bruce groaned as he stepped out of the batmobile and into the batcave. Tonight had been rough. Very rough. While he didn’t have any severe injuries, he was bruised and had more than a couple of scrapes.

He supported himself on the metal railing as he made his way up the stairs that lead to the batcomputer. He needed to finish tonight’s case files before he could even think about showering and joining you in bed.

He was stopped in his tracks when he saw you sitting in his chair, in front of the computer. At the sound of his heavy footsteps, on the metal platform, you looked up from your phone. You frowned when you saw the state of him.

“Bruce,” you said softly. You slipped your phone into the pocket of the grey hoodie you were wearing (which you had totally stolen from him). You got up from the chair and walked over to him.

“I’m fine, baby,” he replied as you pushed back his cowl and started inspecting his face. “They’re all superficial, nothing serious.”

“Still, I would feel better if you let me look them over.”

Knowing how stubborn you were, as well as how much you worried about him, he nodded. “Okay.”

While he removed his suit, so you could get a better look at his wounds, you set about getting the medical supplies. You had seen, and assisted, Alfred enough to know what you were doing.

He sat down on a stool, so that it was easier for you to look him over. A large portion of his chest and back were covered in ugly, deep purple bruising. You sighed. The only comfort he knew you had was knowing this wasn’t close to being the worst he had ever had.

Once you were satisfied, you set the medical supplies aside.

Bruce was about to get up when he felt you kiss his shoulder. You trailed your kisses across his shoulder, collarbone and up his neck, ending at his lips. Your kisses were soft and light, no hint of desire behind any of them.

You were now standing between his legs, your hands cupping his face, and his hands came to rest just above your hips. He was about to ask you what was wrong when you spoke.

“My poor, Brucie,” you said softly, “you do so much for us, for everyone really. Especially for those who will never even know your sacrifice. But you never take a moment for yourself.”

“I have to. You know I have to. I—”

“I know. I know you do and I would never try to change who you are because I love who you are. I’m just asking for you to, please, let me take care of you tonight.”

His first instinct was to refuse. He had case files and evidence he needed to look over before he could even think about rest, but something stopped him. It wasn’t just the look in your eyes. It was how he couldn’t remember a time when anyone had offered to take care of him that was more than just the injuries he collected night after night. It sent a warm feeling through his chest that he was deeply unaccustomed to. He didn’t hate it like he thought he might have. Instead, it was very much welcomed.

“Okay.”

The water in the shower was the exact temperature that Bruce enjoyed, after a long night of crime fighting; freezing. While you preferred a much warmer temperature, this was all about him. And the cold water would help with his bruises.

You grabbed the shampoo bottle and poured some of the contents into your hand. Since he towered above you, he had to lean down so that you could reach his hair. Not that he minded.

You ran your fingers through his hair, lathering his scalp and gently massaging his head. It felt so good that his eyes ended closing on their own accord.

“That feels good, huh?” you cooed, a soft smile on your lips.

He groaned softly. It really, really did. He was starting to wonder why you hadn’t suggested this sooner. Then again, usually when you two showered together, it was to get in a quickie before he disappeared again. Perhaps it wasn’t such a mystery, after all.

You directed him underneath the water stream and began to rinse the suds out of his hair. You then grabbed the shower gel. Your touch was light as you spread the gel across his pecks, sudsing him up.

He couldn’t think of a time when anyone had treated him like this. Like he was made of fine china and wasn’t a hardened vigilante, that had taken on the worst this world had to offer. No one had ever treated him like this before.

Bruce couldn’t describe what he was feeling. It was so foreign, yet so familiar at the same time. Whatever it was, it had him up on cloud nine.

The look in your eyes was filled with adoration. As were the kisses you pressed to his chest and back, as you washed and rinsed him off. It added to the warmth in his chest and his breathing hitched enough for you to take notice. This was a lot for him.

“You okay?” you asked.

He nodded. “Yeah, I’m just”—he took a deep breath —“I’m just feeling a little overwhelmed.”

It was true that Bruce was the sort of person who didn’t like to feel his emotions, let alone talk about them, to anyone. After a decade of doing so, he had gotten pretty good at it. Yet, when it came to you, he found that he couldn’t. He wanted to let you in. So he did.

“But it’s the good type of overwhelmed,” he continued.

Your hands came up and your thumbs swiped away some tears he hadn’t realised had fallen. He was usually so much better at controlling things like this. Of course, when it came to you, he found he couldn’t control much of anything, anymore.

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah, baby. I’m sure.”

“Okay.”

You shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. Bruce was close behind. You grabbed a towel off of the towel rack. He leaned down so that you could dry his hair. When you were done, you gave him the towel so he could wrap it around his waist. You then grabbed your own towel.

As he watched you wrap your towel around your body, he thought about how lucky he was to have you. It had only been a year since you had entered his life and very quickly and dramatically, you had changed it.

He stepped forward, pulled you close to him and kissed you. “I don’t deserve you,” he murmured against your lips. “You’re so good to me, I really don’t deserve you.”

You shook your head. “Oh, but you do, Bruce. You deserve so much. If anything, I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you.”

Bruce wanted to tell you that you were wrong, that it had always been the other way around, but before he could you shut him up with a kiss.

“Come on, pretty boy. We should get you to bed, you need the rest.”

He didn’t argue and let you lead him to bed. His last thought, before he fell asleep with you wrapped up in his arms, was that he was definitely going to have to return the favour, for what you had done for him tonight.

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[statelysapphic]

Made for Me

Alex Blake x Reader

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

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

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

Word Count: 3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

Finally.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alex?” You asked.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

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

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

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

[m2ok]

As Icarus loved the sun

König X M!reader

A/N: part two of Of Icarus in love :) enjoy the fluff y’all 🫶 PS: my bad if the pacing is weird, I kinda rushed the end because I was excited to get this posted.

One

You had avoided Ghost since you’d figured out what he and Johnny had. You couldn’t say it was easy, it most certainly wasn’t. It was hard to even ignore him considering you were on the same team, and it was hard to find a spot you could hangout with the others where he wasn’t.

You didn’t know if he noticed your absence, and you were trying not to care if he did. So what if you didn’t hangout with them as much anymore? It wasn’t really any of their business, you had your own secrets just as they had theirs.

To cope with the heartache and the guilt of disregarding most of your team, you threw yourself head first into work. While you waited for orders for a new mission you worked on whatever paper work you had, you worked on uncovering leads, you worked on tracking down targets, hell you even worked on getting the little offices more paper. Anything to get your mind off of your current social predicament.

You knew it couldn’t last long, but you wished you could’ve hidden out for two more days at least. Now you were sat around a little meeting room as Price ran through your current mission. You were zoned out, at least for most of it. You caught the important bits like what you were to be doing, and who you needed to capture. All of that was locked away in the sanctity on your mind, but everything else was gone with the wind. You were focusing too hard on not breaking down in front of your comrades, god you’d never let yourself live that down.

You only caught the last part, and even then it was just half of whatever Price had been saying

“-And you’ll be working with a new addition to the team this time” he said as he passed a file around

“He’ll be with us for a few missions, nothing long term. Just need his skills for a bit and then we’ll send him right on back” he assured, knowing most of the boys didn’t take too well to a new member of the team.

You remember it took months to even be friends with them, except Gaz. He was easy to befriend and you probably considered him your best friend as of late. That made you feel even worse, knowing he kept sending worried glances your way. You should talk to him, maybe later.

You looked at the file once it got passed down to you, flipping through the various papers. Insertion specialist, wanted to be a sniper, you looked at all the basics.

You stopped when you got to the personal information. 6’9, god damn he was a tall guy. You were used to tall men, being on the 141 team and all, but this guy would tower over you. Over all of you.

You closed the file and passed it on, your thoughts slowly shifting towards König. You wondered what he was like, how his social anxiety affected his performance on the battlefield. You assumed not much considering he was steadily rising in the ranks.

You were informed at the end of the meeting that König should be landing any minute, and that he would be unpacking in his room should anyone want to go say hello. You glanced around at the table, most of the boys seemed uninterested at the prospect and so you decided that you would be the new guys welcoming committee.

You knew how it felt to join a new team, and you wanted König to know that he had someone in his corner should he need it. You remembered how lonely the first couple of weeks were, and even if he wasn’t here permanently you still wanted him to be comfortable.

It was maybe an hour later when you heard a helicopter land and the mumbled introductions of a Captain and his new teammate. It was maybe forty five minutes later when you decided to go say hi, figuring that the man had been alone for long enough.

You knocked on the open door, letting him know you were there. The man jumped like you’d spooked him, something you couldn’t help but find funny considering the inches he had on you, before turning around. Masks weren’t anything new to you, so you paid almost no mind to it before you spoke

“Hey” you gave him a soft smile, his wide eyed staring at you as he held a shirt in his hands.

“I just came to welcome you. I doubt the other boys came to say their hellos so…here I am” you chuckled nervously as you rubbed the back of your neck.

“I’m Y/N by the way. Konig , right?” You questioned to which you saw his eyes crinkle slightly, almost like he was smiling.

“König, actually, but you were close” he hummed before he set the shirt down in its proper drawer.

“Right- König. Don’t worry I’ll remember that, I’m a fast learner” you grinned, you liked the new guy already. He seemed nice, agreeable. Perhaps soon you’d be able to add a new friend to your little list.

“Well, I’ll let you get back to it.” You said as you turned to leave, stopping once you were halfway out the door to face him again.

“The rest of the team isn’t that easy to talk too, nice guys, but closed off. So, if you ever need someone to talk to I’m right down the hall. Last door on your left can’t miss it” you gave the door frame two taps before heading out.

You heard a faint little “thank you” as you left, a small smile gracing your lips as you headed back to your own bunker.

You found it easy to talk to König after that. You’d save him a seat in the cafeteria, he’d sit with you. Most nights spent in the common room were now spent somewhere quieter, where you could talk to each other without the others around. And you worked well together on missions, honestly well was an understatement. You guys were basically a dream team.

You didn’t know what it was, but you and König just clicked. It was like you’d known each other for years despite it only being a couple of weeks at most. He understood the complicated emotions no one else seemed to, he could tell from just a glance at your face how you were feeling, you two were thick as thieves.

This new found friendship also helped to take your mind off a certain Britt and Scotsman, you hadn’t thought about them nearly as much as you used to. Sure, you had the occasional late night heartache where you relived the moment all over again, but you weren’t consumed with the thoughts. You felt free again. For the most part at least.

It was one of those nights where you couldn’t sleep. Maybe it was the post-mission adrenaline running around in your body, maybe you’d had one too many cups of coffee, you weren’t sure, but for whatever reason your mind just wouldn’t stop racing. It went all over, but it kept coming back to that day. You had been pining after Simon for years, and within a matter of seconds any hope you had of a relationship with the man was thrown down the drain. You didn’t blame either of them, it wasn’t their fault, but god did it sting.

You were tired of feeling this way, of feeling your heart tighten in your chest every other minute because your brain just wouldn’t leave you alone. Without much thinking you rose from your bed and quietly made your way out of your room and down the hall.

Before you could stop yourself you were knocking on Königs door. You only got two in before it was swinging open. It never took long for him to answer, you were really the only person that knocked so he always knew who it was.

“Hi…” you said quietly as you looked up at him. His mask was haphazardly thrown over his head as he looked down at you.

“I know it’s late, but I can’t sleep. Do you….think I could hangout here for a bit?” You asked. He only responded with a nod, clearly still sleepy as he let you in.

You felt slightly guilty for waking him, but that was soon gone as the familiarity of his room soothed your nerves. You sat down on his bed, the spot next to you dipping under his weight as he laid back down.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked quietly, reaching over to gently put his hand on top of yours. You guys had a thing for these little touches, shoulder pats here and there, his hand going to just graze yours when the room would get a little too frenzied with people. It was this silent understanding that you were that for each other, that you knew what the other needed.

With a deep sigh to flopped back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“You ever liked someone so much that it physically hurt?” You questioned, your gaze fixed on the ceiling.

He looked over at you, staring at your face for a few seconds. With a little forced smile, he nodded his head

“Yeah. I do-I have” he replied.

“I don’t know…” you mumbled “it’s not even that I like him anymore, it’s just that I spent so long thinking about him that I don’t know what to do with myself now. I guess..I guess I felt like he was my only option ya know?” You said with a dry little laugh.

“Hm. What’s that English saying? Theres plenty of fish in the sea, yeah? You’ll find someone” he reached down to hold your hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.

“But I don’t interact with really anybody outside the team, and I doubt I’ll meet some civie anytime soon. It feels like it’s a lost cause, besides who would want to be with someone who’s constantly away anyways? I mean-”

“Me” he cut you off.

It was like he replied without thinking, he said it so fast you weren’t even sure if you heard it. You could tell by his own reaction that he’d just blurted it out, too. You could see how his cheeks were flushed from the little bit of skin under his eyes. He was frozen in place, his hand letting go of yours as you stared at each other.

You certainly hadn’t expected his confession, and it made you realize a whole bunch of new feelings really quickly. You hadn’t taken much time to consider your relationship with König, you were too wrapped up in how blissful is was. You should’ve seen it earlier, it was probably clear as day to everyone else with the way you two clung to each other.

“Me?” You questioned as you pointed to yourself, almost like you didn’t believe him.

He gave you a slow nod “you” he replied as he sat up, gently pulling you up with him.

“I’m..sorry if I came on too quickly. It’s just we were talking and I couldn’t help myself- I was planning on telling you at some point, but I didn’t know how and I didn’t want to make our friendship weird. Plus I’ll be going back soon, so I don’t-“

Now it was your turn to cut him off. He was rambling, about to spiral himself into a panic and you were sure your words alone weren’t going to be able to break through.

So you kissed him. It was soft, your lips just barely touching his as the mask was lifted just above his mouth. You slowly pulled away to be met with wide eyes, his hand coming up to touch his lips.

Within seconds he was pulling you in for another, but this time it was a real kiss. It was still soft and gentle, but he was pouring all of his love into it. He carefully maneuvered you around so you were sitting in between his spread legs, your own resting on top of his thighs while he kept his hands on your waist.

When you pulled away again you both had goofy little smiles on your faces, like teenagers after kissing their crush for the first time.

“I..didn’t really think about it before, but I feel the same way. About you- I mean. I like you. We get along well…plus your kissing isn’t that bad” you teased.

“Good-good yes that’s good. Yours is good too- I liked it. I like kissing you” he was stumbling over his words, his nerves getting the better of him as his grip on your waist tightened ever so slightly.

“Yeah?” You chuckled, cupping his face as you leaned in to kiss him again “you’ll be getting a lot more of it now” you mumbled against his lips before pushing him to lay down on the bed.

You moved next to him, moving yourself so his head was resting on your chest with his arms still hugging your waist. You tangled your legs together, holding the man close to you as you pressed a little kiss to his covered forehead.

You supposed Ghost being unavailable wasnt all bad, perhaps a blessing in disguise really, because now you had your König. Your König who knew all of your little quirks, your König who kept you going through those sleepless nights. Your König who loved you back. Your king.

As always, requests are open

#cod modern warfare #cod x reader #cod fanfic #cod imagine #cod x male reader #male reader #könig x reader #könig #könig call of duty #könig x y/n #könig x you #könig x male reader #fanfic

[grapefives]

TEAR DUCTS | HC

zoro and luffy (seperately) with a (fem)lover that is half dead (and has their mask fall off)

background; y/n (an ex princess from an off-grid island) was hurt badly in a war between her kingdom and another, to the point she was left like a chewed up corpse. self sacrificing was all she could do to end said war, but in order to remain alive and travel, she used an acient magic spell to seem “normal”. after a recent battle, she forgets to use haki to bounce off as much damage as possible, causing the spell to lag.

past grievance + insecurities + fluff + descriptive gore + cursing

as soon as he sees you take the blow from the enemy, he spares you at most a glance

he knows you can handle it, you’re strong.

plus, he saw sanji back you up

but what surprised him was that you ran away

“Y/N!?” he asks, dodging his enemy’s attacks casually but worried and confused as to why you ran away

he battles his enemy when the other gets angry and goes full out. (still didn’t last that long but he put up a decent fight)

when everyone starts walking back to the ship, he sees chopper running as well.

“y/n is hurt!?” chopper screams, worried.

“is that why she ran?” luffy questions while catching up to his crew.

“i saw her bleeding,” sanji sobs, “i should have done better-“ he pauses, and then kicks luffy, “YOU should have done better!”

and luffy frowns, wondering just how serious it is.

as everyone files inside the ship, he wonders about what exactly made you run, you’re stronger than this

he sits down on a barrel, waiting for chopper to appear again, with either you trailing behind or some news

nami huffs, “you should go see what’s up, not sit around!”

luffy stares at her, “she’s fine, chopper’s got her-!”

“luffy! y/n doesn’t want to open the door to the operation room!” chopper sobs, “and i smell blood! plus!” he hugs luffy’s leg, “she keeps cursing to herself!”

“why don’t you bust the door down?!” luffy asks

“just go!” nami yells, and luffy bolts towards the room.

he knocks, testing to see if you’d open to him, which you do.

but what he sees doesn’t really… resemble you..

or.. the you he knows?

“y/n?” he feels worry bubble up, “what’s… a-aren’t you in pain!?” he goes to turn around to call chopper but you pull him in and close the door.

“l-luffy,” you heave, “listen-“ you stumble over your words, “i-“ you stare at him, seeing his eyes widen with horror at your real physique.

“i’m a zombie.”

his eyes snap towards you. “what!?”

you bite your inner cheek, “okay, not really a zombie but also yes?” you blush at his stare, “i just said it for you to understand more,” you look at him pleadingly, “i promise i was going to tell you sooner! i don’t really like how i look, especially now after a battle-“

“how’d it happen?”

you stared at him, eyes glassy. “i… i went through a war several years ago… most of these… spots where only bone is showing is due to how my body was rotting before the spell finally worked.”

“spell?” he furrows his brows. when it comes to you and anything you say, he takes it seriously.

“yes, a spell that makes me look more presentable. more… human.” you say softly, “i died before the spell activated, my kingdom slowly forgot about me and by the time i came back to life, i was just a walking corpse-“

“like brook!” he says, surprised and amused.

you nod, “like brook,” you smile a bit, realizing you had someone with a similar experience. “armament haki helps protect the spell, any harsh attacks makes it lag for quite a while-“

“so this is you?” luffy asks, “and..s they’re not from our battle?”

you shake your head, “no, no these are from my past.”

“why’d you hide?” he asks, “you look cool.”

you blink, “ah-“

“i’m just glad you weren’t hurt right now, but… do they hurt?” he asks, prodding at the ripped flesh gently.

you smile, feeling light. “no, they… they’re kind of numb. all the part intact are what feel the most pain.”

“like?”

“like my heart, my back… mmm, as you see my neck is sliced half way, so everything above it, like blows to my face i feel-“

“oh, so,” he grins, pulling you close, “you’d feel a kiss?”

you blink, more focused on how easy it is for him to touch you in this state. “y-yes-“ and he cuts you off with a gentle kiss

as you melt, you can’t hell but remember there’s still so much more for him to know. as well as the fact your crewmates will also learn the truth.

but knowing luffy, the man that holds your heart, is not seeing you like some sort of monster, you only smile and feel like you could face anything and everything.

past grievance + insecurities + fluff (?) + descriptive gore

when your body slams into his, mid battle, he grunts.

“you okay?” he asks, trying his best to worry over you while fighting off some lame bladed loser (that’s somehow putting up a decent fight)

“n-no,” you groan in agony, you’d think because he’s human he’d feel a little fleshy but really it felt like you were thrown into a wall.

your nails scrape some dirt and you grip some grass, fighting back vocal pain. his eye darts down to it, and to his horror, your hand looked at chewed up, almost shredded to the mere bone.

“HOLY SHIT, ARE YOU OKAY!?” he asks, sending the enemy flying far away before crouching down to help you.

“huh? yeah, i’ll just walk it off-“ you freeze when you see his face.

fear and confusion. a look you knew well.

fear and dread seeped into your bone, you jolted to your feet and tried to make a run for the ship, hoping you could hide and later on gaslight him once the spell stopped lagging

but he grabs your arm- thankfully the one that is mostly flesh, and pulls you back.

“y/n.” he says sternly, but you can hear the fear and confusion in his voice. “we need chopper,” he states, ready to drag you towards the doctor, not caring about who he’s fighting.

“NO!” you dig your heels into the ground, strong enough to put up a fight. “PLEASE! YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO SEE ME LIKE THIS!”

“THAT FUCKER HURT YOU TO THE POINT YOU’RE-“ he turns to you, noticing more past injuries of yours that the lagging spell is revealing. “how are you alive!?”

“I-“ your heart is beating in your ears, no one else is around, the two of you had strayed too far as the fight had began.

it was just you and him.

“zoro-“ your voice cracks, unsure how to even start. “this-“ would he still love you? still be affectionate? “this is me.”

“no, you need cho-“

“zoro!” you yell weakly, nerves eating too much of you. “this- this is the real me! i-“ you barely see him through your tears, “i’m a walking corpse! i used a spell to make me look normal! to make me look human!” you lower your head. “i know i look horrible! you- you don’t have to keep-“

you stop talking when zoro lets go of you. for a moment, you feel a pang in your heart.

negativity flooded your mind.

but then he sits down on the grass and closes his eye, almost like he’s meditating.

“sit.” and you sit.

“zoro-“

“why would i care what you look like?” he asks, opening his eye to loom at you. “not in a bad way,” he corrects himself. “your looks are like a plus to me,” he says, “i love that you’re strong. that you stand your ground. you’re levelheaded and so much more. whatever you went through to get those injuries, i’m betting it was pretty badass of you.”

you state, in full shock. “i-it was…?”

he smiles, “want to tell me what’s up?”

you take a deep breath. “um…” you wipe your tears away, “i… i belonged to a kingdom. it was at war, a few years back. my injuries weren’t as bad as they seem now,” you raise your hand to your neck, “i sliced my neck and took my own life to put an end to the war.”

“hm?”

“both kingdoms wanted me. as a puppet. just for face. but if neither could have me, there was no point to anything. so… i ended it… but before it, i casted an ancient spell, so that i could come back to life. it was supposed to happen quickly but it took a while, my body was starting to decompose and the injuries i had taken were the first to do so..”

“like a zombie.”

you smile, “yeah, somewhat.”

“then how come you’re like this right now?”

you look away, still uncomfortable. “i forgot to use my armament haki, to take less damage. any strong and harsh impacts cause the spell to lag.” you mess with a piece of flesh sticking out of your palm.

“hey,” he calls for your attention, you give it to him.

“hm?”

“c’mere,” he extends and arm.

you shake your head, “zoro, i’m all skin and bones! literally! brook would have so much joke material with me!”

but he gives you a look.

and you realize he doesn’t care what you look like. how different you’d feel.

“y/n,” he says softly, “you’re still y/n.”

you scoot in, heart racing. “zoro…” you say, still hesitant.

he grabs you anyway, pulling you close to his body. “tell me.”

“tell you?” you question, tense and with a desire to push him away.

“everything.” he says, “everything i don’t know about you.”

“there’s not much…”

“y/n… you’re still y/n.”

and you don’t understand why you burst into tears.

all you know is that zoro… is zoro. and zoro still loves you.

#luffy x reader #zoro x reader #zoro x female reader #luffy x female reader #one piece x y/n #one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #luffy x y/n #zoro x y/n #luffy headcanons #zoro headcanons #tw

[justsomeclintasha]

Clint closes his eyes, sinking back into the comfort of the couch. He’s tired. Tired of reading the subtitles. Tired of not being able to hear the coffee maker. Tired of having to lip read conversations he doesn’t catch most of.

Tired of feeling left out.

It’s been three days. Shield, as advanced as they are with everything else, takes forever to repair his hearing aids, and Natasha isn’t even here to keep his mind off it. She had texted him earlier to let him know her mission is over. She’ll be home tomorrow. He misses her.

Lucky pushes his head onto Clint’s lap, sensing his frustration, and he scratches the dog gently under his chin. He could just ask Tony for help.

Useless, his father scoffs. Deaf and stupid.

He swallows.

All you’ll ever be is a burden.

His throat is tight.

Lucky nudges closer, but he stands, making his way towards the lab before he can change his mind. His heart is hammering in his chest.

“Shut up,” he whispers to the voice in his head. Predictably, he doesn’t get an answer. A slight panic starts to set in as he finds Tony splicing two wires together.

Hey birdbrain. What’s up?

The text appears on a holographic screen in front of him. It bothers him more than it should.

“I need-“ He clears his throat, wonders if the volume is right. “Can you make me a pair of hearing aids?”

Tony spins his chair and reaches in the cabinet behind him. He tosses a slim purple case. Clint opens it to find a brand new set of aids already in there. He slips them in his ears. It takes a few moments of adjusting, but they’re good, better than the ones Shield gave him last time.

“Sound okay? Got a few extra sets in there if you ever need. Stuck with purple cuz I know you like it but there’s a sweet silver glitter pair for next time you have to dress up.”

Clint drops into the chair across from him, hands suddenly sweaty.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why did you.. you don’t have to make accommodations just for me.”

“You say it like it’s a problem. It’s not.” Tony glances up. “You’re not,” he emphasizes. He sets the wires aside, twisting a spare piece between his fingers. He can be patient when he wants to be.

“I wasn’t always deaf,” he says finally, like an admission.

“You weren’t?”

“You’ve read my file.”

“Nope.” Clint stares at him. “Never saw any reason to. Jarvis ran a background check initially and decided you passed. That’s good enough for me.”

“There is no way I would ever pass a background check.” Tony grins.

“Well, okay, he may have overlooked some stuff, but he’s a good judge of character.”

“I uh.. didn’t have a great childhood.” Clint waves him off as he opens his mouth to interrupt. “Dad was always drunk. Beat the hearing out of me when I was.. eight. Scariest thing to wake up and not be able to hear your own voice. Lots of hospitals and people asking questions. If one doctor got suspicious we bounced to another.”

“You don’t have to hide anymore.”

“Always felt like a burden.”

“You’re not.”

“I’m working on it. Just get caught up in my head sometimes,” he mumbles, awkwardly running a hand through his hair. A soft scratching noise has them both looking towards the door. “Sorry, just Lucky. He knows he’s not allowed in here.”

“Jarvis, let him in.” Lucky bounds over and sniffs Clint’s hand experimentally.

“I’m alright, buddy.” Satisfied, the dog moves to Tony, who pulls a bag of treats from the drawer and gives him two. “I knew he was gaining weight! I thought it was Steve the whole time!”

“He’s a good boy,” Tony defends. Lucky’s tail thumps loudly against the desk, and Clint can’t help but laugh.

“Yeah he is.”

#clintasha #clint barton x natasha romanoff #clintasha fanfic #tony stark #clint barton

[specialagentlokitty]

BAU x Male!reader - past work

I was wondering if I could request BAU Team x Male reader who used to work in x-files(classified cases dealing in supernatural phenomenon) and has both seen/been through things that are humanly impossible. Reader having Marie Antoinette syndrome and they react very differently compared to the others on the team calm/clear level headed(nothing seems to surprise them) But what if the team take a case that has to do with a 'cult' and the team get a chance to learn what kind of work reader did from the way he knows information of what dealing with the real thing is, and reader starts to avoid sleep cause nightmares start being more frequent. Reader getting some comfort from the team - @xweirdo101x 💜

Sitting in your car, you watched as your phone rang for the third time, and with a heavy sigh you sent them to voicemail so you could read the messages they were sending you.

You called your boss back and stuck it on speaker, setting it in your dashboard as you began to read through some of the papers you had.

“You’re ignoring our calls.”

“Sorry Hotch, I was driving, what is it?”

“We have a case, where are you right now?”

“Hold on.”

Grabbing your phone, you began to check your location before telling him.

“You’re not that far off from the town we’re heading to, are you able to meet us there and get everything set up?”

“Yeah of course, see you later.”

You hung up and put in your destination on your phone, checking how far you were and you were only a couple of hours out.

After sorting a hotel room and everything, you began the drive to the town for your next case.

When you got there, you checked yourself into the hotel first, sorting a few other rooms for the rest of your team before heading to the police station.

“I’m looking for the sheriff.”

You handed the woman your badge and she checked it before smiling, pointing you in the right direction.

After speaking with him about the reason you were here, getting some files from him and setting up a room for the team you began to read through everything.

You weren’t aware of how much time had passed until you heard people walking in.

“So this is where you ran off to, you’re really far away from home.” Derek said.

“Well I was in a drive visiting some people, so I happened to be driving past.”

You set the pen next ti the whiteboard and turned around so you could start talking to them about everything you had been working out while you waited for them.

“You’ve been busy.” Rossi chuckled.

“I had some time to kill, did one of you grab my go bag?”

“Yeah, I have it it’s in my room.” Hotch said.

You nodded, sitting back down at the table.

“How did you figure all this out? Reid only got halfway through the trip here.” JJ said.

“Previous work. Oh by the way the morgue are waiting for one of you.”

With that you wondered away to do something else.

You tended to work on your own, and this was a particular case you had to work by yourself because you were convinced there was more to it than what you thought.

Sitting back in your chair, you tapped your pen against the papers.

Grabbing your laptop, you logged in and pulled up some old encrypted files beginning to work on them and read through them.

Closing the down, you put your laptop away.

“Reid what’s your thoughts on the case?” You asked.

“Well, based on the evidence, I would say it’s some sort of cult, though it doesn’t refer to any religion or cult I’ve read or heard from before.”

You got up, walking over you stood behind him, resting your hand in the table as you began to look through his papers.

“Not a mainstream religion, are you sure it’s cult?”

“Everything points to that, these are very well thought off kills, they’re meticulously planned, everything is precise and done with care.”

“I devised the murder itself was with poison, is that correct?” You asked.

“Yes, the tests didn’t show anything, but Hotch and Derek did find that there was an injection point under the tongue.”

You nodded your head and pushed yourself away from the table.

“I have to make a few calls, I’ll be back soon.”

Grabbing your phone you left, going to your car to make the phone calls.

You were connecting all the dots, and you needed some way to solve this without getting your team involved for their own sake.

Unfortunately it didn’t work out that way, because a few days later when the profile and been delivered and you knew exactly what you were doing, while you were sorting something out the team had made their move.

Hotch told you to meet them there, and you had to rush to get there but it was too late.

They were tied in the middle of a pentagram, and you stepped inside, ducking by a bookshelf as you rummaged through your bag.

“What are you doing?! Get us out!” Emily hissed.

“Give me a moment.” You replied.

Taking a small vile, you opened it, pouring the dust into your.

Walking over, you knelt down, gently blowing the dust at then and you watched as a shimmer appeared around the circle.

“Just like I thought, barrier.”

“What the hell does that even mean?!” Derek snapped.

“It means that I can’t get in, you can’t get out, I need to break that barrier to help you.”

Heading back to your bag, you grabbed the knife you kept in there, putting the hilt in your mouth as you stuffed it out of the way.

“Are they still here?”

“They went upstairs.” Reid said quietly.

Nodding your head, you looked towards the stairs, grabbing a marble from your pocket.

You rolled it across the floor, towards the stairs and it triggered a trap, a large spike of ice shooting down from the ceiling.

You heard running from upstairs and stood up, holding the knife in your hand, grabbing the hilt of your gun with the other hand.

“Get out of here!” Rossi yelled.

They all shouted and panicked while you stood there calmly, not a single emotion present on your face.

The three woman came running down, stumbling back a few steps when they looked at you.

“They said you died…”

“Apparently they lied, I never died. I left, and you have been causing issues, so, now I’m here. Let’s talk.”

The team could only sit there and watch as a fight broke out, and you had detained two of them before turning to the third who was younger than the others.

“New blood?”

She backed herself against the wall and nodded her head.

“You’re going to break that circle and let my team go, do you understand me?”

“Yes sir…”

She undid the circle and let them all go, holding her hands in the air as she turned to look at you.

“Are you going to kill me…? I heard you kill people…”

“No. And I have. You’ve been misguided, there’s another team coming, I’ll have a talk with them. Sit down.”

She nodded, sitting on the floor and you turned to your team.

“I will answer all your questions after this.”

And that’s what you did, after getting the young witch into a training school for young supernaturals you went back to the hotel to tell your team everything.

In a way it was like a weight lifted off your shoulders, but life was never that simple.

The case had opened memories you had tried so hard to forget, sleep was hard to come by now, so you took some days off to try and work it out but nothing was helping.

You were growing more and more tired, to the point where it wasn’t safe for you to drive or work.

Walking into your living room, you sighed, running a hand down your face as you set your coffee on the table.

Your door opened and you gripped the hilt of your knife.

“It’s us!” Rossi announced.

“Living room!”

You set the knife back down and turned to the doorway to watch as the teamed came in.

“How’re you doing kid?” Derek asked you.

You shrugged a little, sitting in the arm of the couch.

“Could be better but that’s life.”

“Is this about the case?” Garcia asked you.

You nodded your head letting out a small sigh.

“There were things from my previous job that I was trying to escape, but I suppose some things can’t be buried forever.”

Emily walked over, sitting next to you.

“You know you can talk to us right?”

“I know, but trust me it’s things you don’t want to hear about. It’s nothing that won’t pass. I’m just constantly on edge, I have nightmares and flashbacks.”

“Come here.” JJ said.

You looked at her and walked over, sitting next to her in the larger couch, and she rested your head on her shoulder.

“We’ll stay here, keep an eye on things okay?”

“Yeah! We’ll watch over you while you sleep.”

Garcia walked over with a blanket and covered you up and they all sat around you.

“Go on, it’s alright.” Hotch said.

“The moment you start having a nightmare we’ll wake you up, it’s a promise. You did it for me so I want to do it for you.” Reid said.

You smiled a little.

“Thanks guys, I don’t think it’ll work, but thank you.”

You grabbed a pillow, putting it in JJ’s lap so you could lay down, and she ran her fingers through your white hair.

They did everything to soothe you into sleeping, and when you were asleep they quietly spoke to one another.

Even if they needed to stay here for the next few weeks, taking turns to look after you they would.

They knew you had been through a lot at your old job, the scars and your ability to remain stone cold in even the most upsetting situations gave that away and they wanted to help you

#criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x you #criminal minds imagine

[hart269]

Ready for Work

(Drabble)

Pairing : Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary : You watch Matt get ready for work from bed.

Warning : None other than admiring our beloved matt murdock and some fluff.

Masterlist

The sound of the alarm was what woke you up from your deep, peaceful slumber. Opening your blurry eyes, you saw Matt's hand reaching out and turning off the alarm. You groaned burying your face into his warm chest at the thought of him leaving to go. "Don't go" you mumbled, knowing damn well that he needed to go, it was court day today, so he had to go early.

Hearing your muffled and half-sleep plea, Matt sighed giving in for a bit, "Only five more minutes" replied in his deep morning voice. You sighed happily, wrapping your legs around his waist pulling him in, he wrapped his arms around you and savoured the moment, the five minutes didn't even feel like five seconds with how quickly they passed. Matt listened to your slow and steady heartbeat which indicated you had fallen back asleep.

He carefully untangled your limbs that were connected with each other so well that you almost couldn't tell where one starts and the other ends. You groaned at the loss of warmth as he got up, he kissed your forehead, you wrapped yourself in the measly amount of comfort the blanket provided compared to his. You yawned falling black asleep as Matt went.

The next time you woke up was when the doors slid open and Matt came back from shower, you watched him standing there only in his black boxers with a towel rubbing on his hair. Some of your sleep was definitely gone now, you watched his back muscles flex as he opened the closet and ran his hands through the braille tags on the hook, you remember the time you both had sit down and organized his whole closet. He pulled out a black suit and laid it on the bed.

Matt gently pulled the shirt off the rack and then buttoned it on himself, next he pulled out the pants, you admired his god given ass and thighs as he put on the pants, then he tied his tie, rolled his cuffs and finally put on the jacket. He then took the bottle of cologne, spritzing it lightly on him. He knew you were watching his every move, your gaze boring into every step that he made.

"Enjoying the show, my dear" he quipped.

"Very much" you said stepping out of bed and going to wrap your hands around him and encouraged him, "Show them who has the better ass"

"I think you mean better case"

"No I do not" you smiled cheekily.

You walked with him back to bed where he arranged the case files while you laid you head on his lap, staring at him doing his work, you watched as he packed up up everything neatly and shut the case.

"I'm going back to sleep" you whispered almost falling asleep on his lap again.

"Well no one told you to be awake all night binging" Matt sassed.

"And no one told you to go out all night daredeviling" you sassed back.

"Alright, alright" Matt accepted defeat, "I have to go now or I will be late"

"Do you" you muttered staring up at his brown irises, wondering if he would stay if you pouted enough but alas it was fruitless.

"Yes, but you will see me in the evening"

"You promise" you muttered holding up your pinky.

"I promise" he said entiwining his with yours.

You sleepily smiled as Matt put on his red glasses and picked up his cane. Taking the case, he pecked you on the lips before leaving. You barely heard the door shut as your eyes closed again atleast he will come back to you later.

#matt murdock #daredevil #matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock drabble #matt murdock x gn!reader #matt murdock x gender neutral reader

[shelbgrey]

hiii ! i’ve just recently gotten back on tumblr after rewatching bones again and ive been dying for some lance sweet posts ( so thankful you write for him you’re amazing <3 ) anyways i was wondering if you could write something up for sweets with maybe this prompt ? 0.4) “Why can’t I breathe whenever I think about you?” especially if the reader could be plus sized if not, i appreciate you reading this have a great day,night <3

Let me take your pain away(Lance Sweets)

Paring: Lance Sweets x Plus Sized!Reader

Summary: Lance comes home all scraped up and his girlfriend patches him up, trying to take his pain away.

Prompt: 0.4) “Why can’t I breathe whenever I think about you?”

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“hey, this is Lance Sweets, leave a message”

I started to get worried when Lance wasn't answering his phone. I knew he was out with Seeley, dealing with a suspect, but that was a few hours ago. Even then Lance was good about answering his phone even if it was a quick text. Every time I got Lance's voice mail the more I worried and the harder it became to concentrate on the file I was studying for the case.

An hour later there was a knock at the door, I immediately sprang from the couch and ran towards the door. It's funny, I could just recognize it was Lance just by his gentle and yet firm knock.

I sighed with relief when I saw it was Lance, but he looked rough. He had a few bruises and cuts on his face, his side looked like it was nicked from the way he was holding it, and his shirt was covered in blood. “Oh Baby, what happened?” I asked softly as I pulled him into our home gently then closed and locked the door.

It hurt to see him like this, his bright smile was gone and he winced in pain after every move he made. I followed him close behind, afraid he would lose his balance. He let out a groan and leaned against the door frame of our bedroom, his breathing quickening. He sighed and looked towards the floor. He was completely exhausted and you could just see how much of a beating he had taken. “I'm okay…I'm okay…”

I gave him a soft expression and gently helped him sit down at the foot of my bed. I took the holster that held his gun and put it on the nightstand so he could sit comfortably. “Just let me take care of you… You don't look fine” I said softly. Lance closed his eyes and tilted his head back, taking a few deep breaths as I gently moved a few strands of hair off his forehead. I saw a cut on his forehead.

I knew that he would be fine and did his very best to put up a brave face but, yet the cuts and bruises on his face spoke for themselves. They revealed the pain he was in and everything that he had been through to night. All the fighting, stress, pain, you could see it in his eyes.

“It's okay…” I said softly and gently ran my fingers through his hair. “I'll get you cleaned up so you can rest…”

Lance let out a shallow breath and nodded his head. He would never admit it, but the fight had taken a lot out of him and he needed a break. He had always tried to put up a tough front for people, always telling people he was fine, even to me, yet I saw right through him every single time. We had an incredible bond, one that could never be explained unless you experienced it yourself. I kissed his forehead gently then left to get the first-aid kit and some clean clothes for him.

Lance sighed, his eyelids falling slightly, yet he fought it as much as he could, waiting to be taken care of like I did so many times before. I left him in our room and rummed around for first-aid supplies. That was one of our favorite things - our abilities to take care of each other with no judgment. It showed how much we loved each other. He was still setting at the foot of our bed when I came back with the first-aid kit, a towel, and the clothes, I set all the items down on the bed next to him

I reached for the buttons of his stained t-shirt and started to up softly, so I could get the ruined shirt off and clean his injuries. After I unbuttoned his shirt I slowly pushed it off his shoulders then threw the ruined shirt on the floor. I cringed slightly when I saw the nasty cut along his side and various bruises on his body. When you work at the jeffersonian you become desensitized to gore, but seeing him all bruised up made my heart pound.

my eyes softened and worry flooded my mind when he winced in pain after a single touch. I saw the nasty cut on his side, it looked like he was cut with a blade or something. “honey... If this was any deeper we would be taking a hospital trip right now” I said softly with a hint of worry as I gently cleaned the cut with warm, wet washcloth.

Lance chuckled softly, the pain becoming slightly more tolerable after being cleaned by the warm washcloth. The cut was actually pretty bad, yet Lance did his best to hide it the entire time. I worried to much. I'm always afraid he was gonna die. After I cleaned up the blood, I pulled out the bottle of peroxide. I gently brushed the cut with a cotton ball soaked in peroxide, I was slow and careful with my movements. Lance bit his bottom lip, wincing as he gripped my hips.

“I know Honey... I'm almost done” I said softly and started to apply clean bandages on the cut after I got done cleaning and treating it.

Lance's eyes slowly closed as I began to apply the bandages to the wound. He breathed a sigh of relief once it was all done. His body relaxed a bit, letting himself take some time to unwind after being so stressed from the case. He opened his eyes and looked at the floor, seeing just how bad his shirt actually was.

after I got done with the worst injury, I got a fresh cotton ball soaked in peroxide so I could start treating the cuts on his face. I moved and stood between his legs so could reach him better. I placed my hand on his jaw, gently tilting his head back so I could clean the cut on his forehead. The cuts on his face all stung a bit, he ran his hands up and down my curves slowly, trying to distract himself from the pain. At least they weren't near as bad as the one on his side. Some were just small cuts that would heal up quite nicely while others were a bit more severe, the largest one being on his forehead. He kept his eyes completely closed because it made the process easier on him.

“God, Lance” I whispered sympathetically as I put the last of the bandages on his face. “What happened out there?” I whispered.

Lance winced, holding his side as he shifted on the bed. “M-me and Booth went to bring the guy in”

“the guy me and Temperance interrogated today?” I asked softly as I wrapped up his busted knuckles. I noticed the broken skin and the bruises, the guy definitely put up a fight.

“yeah… N-next thing we know he shot up the place and ran for it. Me and Booth got separated… I went after him on my own”

I looked down at his busted body, feeling terrible about his outcome,he noticed and signed. “I'm sorry I worried you tonight… He somehow found out about our connections and threatened your life… I snapped”

I placed my hand under his chin and gently lifted his head up so our eyes could meet. The brow eye that usually held so much love and happiness now looked tired and broken. “you have nothing to be sorry about, but there's no reason to risk your life over me,” I said softly.

“Then Why can’t I breathe whenever I think about you? Why do I wake up every morning thankful you're lying there next to me, why are you spending your night patching me up instead of getting a good night's sleep? I know why, because you're worth fighting for and worth protecting” he spoke softly. “i'd go through this pain all over again if it meant keeping you safe”

I gently kissed his forehead. “I love you… Don't come home to me like this again” I said softly.

He smiled softly. “I love you too”

“I'll help you get changed then you need to lay down and rest” I said softly, running my fingers through his messy hair.

I picked up his bloody shirt and towel, throwing it in the hamper. I quickly grabbed a fresh pair of boxers and a flannel to wear to bed. I came back to him and helped him pull the flannel over his shoulders, but didn't button it up in fear of irritating any of his injuries. He pulled his boxers, I smiled softly and ran my fingers through his messy hair, fixing it slightly “There... All patched up” I whispered.

Lance smiled softly then he slowly crawled into bed, laying down into the comforter. He closed his eyes once again and breathed in a deep breath, letting out a long sigh as he did so. His body was so tired and worn out after the lengthy fight. It felt so good to just relax and know he was safe.

I smiled softly and carefully climbed into bed, getting comfortable on my side of the bed, usually we'd cuddle in bed but since he was so sore I was just gonna sleep on my side of the bed.

“Thank you for taking care of me… I love you” Lance said softly, drifting off to sleep.

“I love you too”

#Lance Sweets #Lance Sweets x reader #Lance Sweets imagines #bones x reader #Bones imagines #Requests #john francis daley #lance sweets one shots

[fridayyy-13th]

💛 jmart? 👀

💛 reunion kiss / relief

coming right up!! it uh, got a bit long, i don't think nearly 900 words counts as a "snippet"...but i had a little idea and ran with it lol.

[ask game]

Martin woke up.

He was…not expecting to do that. Not when just moments ago the Panopticon had been crumbling around them, debris raining down as he’d clutched Jon’s dying body close, trying to shield him from further harm as he awaited his own end. “Somewhere else” had been Jon’s final, clumsy attempt at comfort, yeah; it hadn’t been anything serious. A nonsensical, end-of-the-rainbow wish in a universe that didn’t get those sorts of happy endings.

And yet.

He lay sprawled across the ground, now, in a place he did not know and did not care to understand. Jon was gone from his arms, and that was all that mattered.

The love of his life was dead by his hand. That mattered, too.

Maybe his body was nearby, so Martin would at least have something to bury.

Every part of his body protested as he rolled himself over, pushing up to hands and knees. There. Blurry through his fractured lenses, a Jon-shaped heap lay just a meter away.

No, wait. Not just lay. It—Jon’s body—Jon was shaking. Curled up in a fetal position, back to Martin, sobbing quietly.

Alive.

Crossing the distance between them, Martin hardly noticed the several dozen tapes scattered across the rough carpet, the would-be-familiar stacks full of unsorted files on either side. He was far too focused on the man before him.

“Jon,” he managed, afraid of what he would see if Jon turned to him. The knife, still buried to the hilt in his love’s chest? His face twisted in rage at the sight of the man who put it there? The final sliver of light fading from his eyes?

Jon froze. Martin heard his breath catch. He turned slowly, so slowly, like he was working through the same fears as Martin, until he faced him fully and their eyes met. His clothes were soaked with blood, but his eyes were bright and alert—wide as saucers in shock, before his expression crumpled once more. “Martin,” he sobbed, reaching for him.

Something in Martin’s own chest dislodged as he reached back, and soon they were both crying in earnest. He pulled Jon up to him, marveling at each shuddering breath, pushing aside the ragged tear in his shirt to inspect the bloody skin underneath.

A single, thin scar lay over Jon’s heart, looking as though he’d had it for years. Martin’s stomach churned—I did that. Oh God, I gave him that.

Jon’s hands cupped his jaw, tilting his head up and away from the mark. “Don’t,” he whispered, “I asked you to. ‘S okay.”

It’s not, Martin wanted to scream, I killed you. You should hate me. I want you to hate me. His throat was too choked to let the words out, though, and he instead sobbed harder. Damn you. I love you. Why did you go against the plan? Don’t ever do that again. Leave before I hurt you even more. Stay with me, please, please.

Jon, wonderful Jon, simply cried with him, a solid weight in his lap that gently thumbed away his tears until finally, they began to subside. His thoughts were still roiling through his chest, but—Jon was here. He was alive. The rest could all come later.

Jon tipped their foreheads together. Martin leaned into the touch with a sniff.

“I love you,” Jon croaked.

Martin let out one last sob, nodding fervently. Me too. I love you too.

Jon seemed to understand.

He still asked, before kissing him. A hesitant “May I?” that reminded Martin of their first days in the safehouse, of that same shy question before Jon kissed him for the first time.

“Please,” Martin said, and Jon’s dry, gentle lips met his own. He tasted of salt, ash, and blood, and all the things Martin was certain he’d never get again. Martin kissed back like Jon might shatter, gripping his jacket like he might disappear, and time slipped away as he embraced the man he thought he’d lost for good.

His world was nothing more than this kiss.

(Neither noticed the twin footfalls passing. An amicable conversation stuttered with a “Hold on, Martin, did you see—?" A sheaf of papers fluttering loose-leaf to the ground.)

Parting for need of air, Martin took in the gorgeous sight of Jon’s private little smile, like they’d just shared a secret, tempered though it was with the burden of how they’d hurt each other, of what they’d done.

Martin didn’t care about that right now. Now, he simply wound his arms around Jon’s shoulders and smiled in turn. “I love you, Jon,” he said softly.

Jon’s smile caught, and his expression shifted—Martin thought for a moment he’d said something wrong, but Jon simply turned his head, looking at something down the way. What had caught his eye, Martin wondered, turning as well to look at…oh.

Two figures stood at the end of the shelves, staring back at them in shock. One was a tall, bespectacled woman with curly hair tied back into a high bun.

The other, blushing a furious shade of red, was a three-years-younger copy of himself. Whatever papers he’d been holding in his slack hands now lay scattered across the floor.

Oh, Martin thought distantly, finally taking in his surroundings. I know where we are.

#also: holy shit y'all i wrote a tma fic not from jon's pov for once woahhh #ask game #beloved mutuals #magpie tag #friday's fics #the magnus archives #jonmartin #martin blackwood #jonathan sims

[yona049]

𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Part 2

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

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𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧!!!

𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀! 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗗𝗖 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗗𝗖! ^○^

Warning!!

>poison

>joker Toxin

>slight nightmare

>drowning maybe?

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Y/n woke up with the warmth of the sun on her cheek. When she groaned and sat up, rubbing her eyes, she stood up as she normally would. Slowly with heavy eyes she walked out of the bedroom and into her apartment kitchen, not noticing her winded hair and smudged make up.

Opening the fridge Y/n was welcomed with cold air, she took the milk from the fridge door before finally stopping dead in her tracks.

She suddenly felt a presence from behind her tickling the hairs on her neck. "What the-" she dropped the milk carton and spun around to face whoever was in her house but to no avail. There was no one in her apartment. No one to be seen diving into a hiding spot or charging at her.

Y/n stood still for a second before looking down at her hands. 'What happened last night?' How did she get all the way back to her apartment in Metropolis? She wondered.

She ran her fingers through her hair trying to think about what happened. She remembered going up the fire escape to get her exclusive with the Batman. But after that, she wasn't sure? Only flashes of green gas and a burning on her lips.

She walks back to the bedroom, careful and unsure. Taking hesitant steps, like she had to be vigilant. She delicately takes her phone from the bed side table and plops back onto the bed. 'If I really saw the batman yesterday, I would've taken a picture of him. I know it!' she scrolls through her gallery for a minute before sighing and shaking her head. "Nothing!" she laughs out loud. "Of course! My head made up some dream of me seeing the 'Great Batman' just to get me excited for a damn promotion." she bonks herself on the head and sighs.

'What an idiot. I probably just got onto the Ferry back home and passed out tierd on the bed.' she thought to herself. Before looking at the time.

"OH-! I'm late!!" she nearly stumbles over her own feet grabbing her bag. "Shoes! Shoes! Shoes!" she scrambles to find her shoes she wore yesterday not even bothering with a fresh outfit.

"Screw it! I'll find them later!" she hurries to find a pair of old sneakers and slips them on before dashing out the door, heading to the Daily planet.

A rushed drive and the entirety of a can of arm spray later, she arrived at the bottom of a big shiny building. At this point she took a break, out of breath. "Great! Now I have a headache brewing!"

She groans out loud, rubbing her temple.

"Y/n? You ok?" a delightful voice brings Y/n to look up and smile.

A light blue flannel wearing Clark Kent looks at her with two cups of coffee in his hands. He holds one out to her before she takes it with a great full groan.

"Holy shit, glasses! You're a life saver!" she takes a sip before chugging some more.

Clark chuckles at her with his golden retriever smile. "Careful, it's hot you know!"

Y/n doesn't say a word and only growls in a playful way. After a long elevator ride, they finally get to the office and Y/n flops onto her desk before clutching it dramatically.

"Oh sweet, low budget white plastic desk, I missed you!" she jokes and finally sits up.

"How are you feeling, Y/n?" Clark looks at her intently.

"Well! I have no interwiew with Batman and two ferry tickets shy in my bank account. So... Ok?" she laughs and starts unpacking some notebooks and files out of her bag and onto her desk.

Clark scrunches his eyebrows, worried. "No, I mean. How are you feeling, health wise? Any nausea? Coughing?"

Y/n stops to look up at Clark before she starts thinking. Actually, she hadn't had a second to think about how she felt. Other than the headache she felt perfectly normal. She smiles and puts her hand across the desk onto Clark's hand.

"I'm fine Clark. I promise it's just a headache. And contrary to how I look, you can't prove I overslept!" she giggles through her words.

"Ok..." he trails off. "But you'll tell me if you start feeling bad, right?"

Y/n looks at him with a confused look before nodding slowly.

"Sure, but why do you care for my health all of the sudden-"

"Clark!?" A loud voice interrupts her. In walks the head chief and editor of the daily planet, Perry White.

His eyes dart around before he finally spots Clark at his desk.

He snarls "Where are those reports?! I've been waiting for them since yesterday! Not a call or a word from you!"

Suddenly glasses looks flustered again before scurrying to grab some papers. "Sorry sir! I was-"

Again Clark is interrupted by his obnoxious voice. "My office! Right now!" Mister White spins on his heel and marches back into his office.

Clark follows quickly behind before glancing back at Y/n. She gives him a smile and a thumbs up, only for him to smile back and continue into the office.

The door closes and Y/n gives a worried look before looking down again. Papers scattered everywhere, but just as she started tidying up, Lois Lane calls.

"Y/n! Could you grab me file 27 from the filing room?" she smiles from one of the other desks. Her black hair and shining purple eyes. Y/n smiles and nods. Knowing Glasses liked her, she should like Lois too. Right?

"I'll go grab it! I need to grab some files too!" Y/n yells back as she walks off.

Walking through the long white hallway, turning right into the file room. 'Ugh, why don't we have this on digital yet?' she wonders as she opens a drawer and flips though files.

Y/n takes her time looking for the file with all her info on the batman when her head takes a spin. She falls bacm a little bit before grabbing her head. "What the heck?" she mutters.

Taking a second to lean against the wall, Y/n tries to regain her balance. "Must be blood suger or something?" she laughs before suddenly stopping.

In the corner of the room one of the file cabinets slam shut. Y/n stands back up and looks around the small room. "Hey! Careful you're gonna... Break it..?" her voice turns unsure when she doesn't see anyone.

Again that chilled feeling runs up her spine and she spins around. This time there was something. A black smudge as something dives into a hiding spot.

"HEY! This isn't funny!" she growls making her way towards the hiding spot. Once she turns a corner, she slams into another file cabinet that wasn't there before.

For some reason an uncontrolled giggle escapes her lips. She stares at the cabinet before some black liquid starts seeping out.

Y/n backs up, but insted of a scream she starts laughing uncontrollably. A feeling of needing to laugh puppeteered Y/n to a point of maniacal laughter.

The black liquid quickly filled the room and Y/n stumbled towards the door. Once she got to where the door should have been she stood laughing at a blank wall. The liquid quickly reached her thighs leaving her to trudge though the thick substance.

Y/n held her thoat, Trying to ease the laughter enough for her to catch her breath. This didn't work. Her stomach started to hurt and just as she thought that was the worst of her problems she stopped, something grabbed her foot and was making its way up her leg pulling her down.

She started laughing even harder trying to scream for help. Only ended up with a small help though a constant stream of laughter.

"No- Haha! Help! Ha!" tears filled her eyes as inky hands grabbed her clothes and hair, pulling her down into the still rising substance.

With an open laughing mouth. The thick liquid filled her lungs effortlessly before her yes roll back into the back of her head.

All was dark for a moment, filled with a white noise.

Finally a light brings Y/n's limp body back to reality. She was layed back on a bed with a bright shining light from above. She was conscious to a certain amount, but her limbs refused to move.

A man stood above her with green skin accompanied by glossy red eyes. Y/n could immediately recognize as Martian ManHunter member of the justice league she'd been studying so closely.

"I've telepathically isolated her mind from whatever is trying to break it. However you need to alert Batman. He should be made aware of this." The Martian starts talking in a plain tone.

"No, he's got his own problems to deal with in Gotham. This is a Metropolis problem. I'll deal with this myself.

A delicate hand is placed onto Y/n's forehead. " She's safe now. "

Feeling at ease she slowly starts to drift off again. As she does she hears the last few words from the Martian.

"Kal-El, I'm afraid this threat is beyond your reach."

#my fic #superman x you #superman x y/n #superhero #superman #superman x reader #justice league #clark kent x y/n #clark kent #clark kent x reader #clark kent x you #batman #part 2