#let’s get a doctor to see him guys

[dracoj]

im romancoded cause i literally kept thinking that the chest compressions would work at like minute 40. like here’s how logan can still win

#every time roman said ‘we don’t know for sure >:(‘ i was right there with him like #let’s get a doctor to see him guys #stop saying he’s dead he’s gonna be so pissed when he wakes up 🤬 #j rambles #succession spoilers #succession #roman roy #1k

[overly-hubristic-mad-scientist]

Why are Dan and Herbert just casually talking about and committing major crimes/violations of various medical malpractice laws in the wide open like it’s nothing? Like Herbert is casually taking organs and wheeling what is a clearly dead body out of the hospital without any suspicions from the workers? Like you’re telling me Ernest or Dr.Graves never noticed that Gloria’s head was missing? or that various specimens of the Miskatonic massacre suspiciously go missing after the doctors who have a very sketchy connections to the massacre itself are on shift? Shit Herbert and Dan just straight up talk about finishing the bride in front of a nurse at one point. Herbert walks away from a headless Gloria with a very suspicious bucket and nobody says a thing. -15/10 body snatching, if you’re going to repeatedly commit medical malpractice and what is probably theft at least have the decency to be sneaky about it.

#herbert west #bride of reanimator #reanimator #dan cain #This was originally meant to be a joke but the more I thought about it the more I realized how shit the Miskatonic administration is #I know being an educated white guy in the 80s gave you an advantage but godamn those two were practically bulletproof #I maybe understand Herbert getting more of a pass because he seems to be a good doctor and definitely does his job effectively #But Dan is absolutely shit at his job #Like we don’t see any of his patients survive #Hell in 2/3 cases he just kinda gave up and let them die #I’m sorry but being a nice boy next door cannot possibly save you from what Dan had coming to him

[softquietsteadylove]

How about protective Gil in the Doctor AU? 👀

Baaaaaaaaaaaaaby will you come pick us up peas?

Gil smiles at the text again as he parks and walks up to the bar. Thena agreed to go out with Ajak and some of the other nurses from the ER for someone's birthday. Usually she's too tired and cranky to really keep up with the voracity of the nursing staff, but she really gave it a try tonight.

He walks into the bar, giving the bartender a wave and pointing towards the back. At this point, it's mostly the hardcore crowd left, the young ones having left for trendier or cheaper locations.

"Gil!"

"Hi ladies," he chuckles as the gaggle of nurses celebrates his mere arrival. "I got the distress call."

"It's so sweet of you to pick us up," Ajak stands and flits over to him. She's obviously buzzed, but everyone else seems borderline blackout. It's really a testament to her tolerance. She hiccups and pats his arm, "we said 'let's get an uber' and Thena said no, I have someone better."

Gil blushes.

"She said Gil'll come riiiiiiight over," Ajak continues to coo at him, "her knight in shining harmour."

"That's me," he smiles obligingly, letting Ajak giggle over it. He looks at the two other nurses who lasted this long, lying on the table and ready for bed. "Where's Thena?"

Ajak furrows her brows, physically counting the other two at the table. She looks at Gil with a pout.

"I'll find her."

Gil walks briskly, looking for any spot of blonde in the bar he can see. If Ajak is buzzed then it's likely Thena is as drunk as the other two. She doesn't really have a tolerance anymore, and usually she would have called it quits long ago.

He turns a corner and risks hanging around the bathrooms, listening for her. He pulls out his phone.

"Lookin' for someone, handsome?"

"Girlfriend," he says point blank, sending the woman off. He holds his phone away from his ear so he can hear Thena's ringing. He sighs, rolling his eyes, switching tactics.

The familiar beep of her buzzer is much easier to hear.

"What the hell is that?"

"It's my pager," a voice growls/slurs from off in the corner. "S'for the hosp'al."

"Right, you're like a nurse, right?"

Gil follows the fractured conversation to probably the deepest, darkest corner of the bar. Thena is trying to walk back into the more lit end of the corridor, but the guy next to her keeps pulling her back into the shadows with him.

"Hey!"

The guy looks back at Gil, not too concerned with his very concerning behaviour. He's done this before. "Hey man, I'm just takin' the lady home."

"Oh really?" Gil glares at him.

"Yeah, she's had one too many, so," he shrugs.

"So," Gil comes right up to him, "you were just gonna...take advantage of her when she's too drunk to consent--is that it?"

The guy rolls his eyes at Gil (the fucking nerve). "Come on, dude, don't be that prick."

"Baby!"

The guy turns a comical shade of white as Thena finally gives up on trying to read what was paged to her and throws her arms around Gil's neck. She snuggles into him gleefully. "Uh-"

"Hey hon," Gil speaks softly against her temple. She really is drunk, although at least she's more conscious than the two nurses in Ajak's care. He wraps his arm around her waist, "sorry I'm late."

Thena giggles, looking up at him with glassy eyes. "I knew you'd come and get us."

"Shit," the stranger curses. He tries to move but Gil is in his way. "Look, she didn't mention a boyfriend."

"Did so," Thena whines, "I said my husb'n is pickin' ussup."

"Sweetie, stay right here, okay?" Gil kisses her cheek and helps her lean against the counter outside the bathrooms. Once she's stable he grabs the guy by the shirt and pushes them backwards into bathroom. "We're gonna chat."

"Look, this is-"

Gil winds up and punches the guy full force. "You don't say a fuckin' word."

He can't anymore, his lip is cut and he's barely conscious after one punch.

Gil marches him all the way to the back wall, throwing him against it. "Y'know what I should do with scum like you?"

The guy sputters and coughs on the blood in his mouth. His tooth tumbles out, "y-you can't-"

"Oh, I can," Gil snarls at him, shaking him by the shirt to knock his head against the back of the wall. "I'm not doctor, so as far as I'm concerned, I don't have any reason not to beat you to death in here."

The guy pisses.

Gil huffs, tossing him down and stepping away. He likes these shoes. "I'm gonna let the staff know you're in here. And if you ever show your face around my wife ever again, I'll finish what I started in here."

Thena is still leaning outside, waiting for him. She looks up with the same enthusiasm, as if registering he's here for the first time. "Baby!"

Gil smiles, pulling her into his arms and inhaling the scent of her hair. "You're too beautiful for your own good, sweetheart. I'm gonna have to keep a better eye on you."

"Okay," she sighs, happy to agree to it while she snuggled into the front of his hoodie. "Can we go home?"

"Of course, baby," he kisses her forehead and lets her lean heavily on him as he walks back into the main bar. He waves to Ajak, "I got her!"

"Let's move out, team!" Ajak declares, although she has to pinch the other two nurses to rouse them. That being said, once they're awake, they do shoot to their feet with frightening speed and stability.

"Hey," Gil waves to the bartender again. "There's a guy in the bathroom, someone beat him up pretty badly. I heard he spiked someone's drink, though. You should probably keep an eye out if he tries to come in again."

The bartender accepts it at face value. Gil has been in here enough as a medic for other barflies that he doesn't get questioned about it. That asshole will never be allowed in here again.

Thena looks at Gil, all of her brain power going into putting two and two together, "did...did you beat him up?"

Gil laughs; she's cute when she's tipsy. "Don't tell anyone."

She sighs and slumps against him again, "I won't."

They hit the open air and immediately a few of them are walking straighter. Gil unlocks the car from a distance, "doors are open, ladies. Back's free, but-"

"Don't worry," Ajak laughs, herding the other two across the street, "we'll leave the front for your lady love!"

Gil shakes his head; they're really not as out and official as Ajak makes it seem. He looks at Thena beside him, though, "you okay, honey?"

Thena really thinks about the answer. "Hm...missed you."

Gil smiles, kissing her forehead again, "I missed you too, love. Did you have a good time, at least?"

Thena nods, her steps getting smaller and slower, "it was nice. But they're tooooooooo much for me."

"I think they're too much for me too," he concedes. He loops Thena's arm around his neck and sweeps her up into his hold, carrying her the rest of the way. "It's okay. We'll get you home and in bed and I'll make you a nice hangover cure tomorrow."

"'Kay," Thena happily presses her face into his shoulder. "You're good at bein' a husb'n."

Gil kisses her forehead again, "I've been your husband for a while now--I hope I'm good at it."

#Thenamesh Doctor AU #Gil is not here for it #that's his wIFE #he does get kicked out and banned from that bar' #if Gil could ban him from the whole hospital he would #but this guy is far too scared to go anywhere near any hospitals for quite some time let me tell you #maybe he does end up there some time later #Thena doesn't remember him because why would she? #but Gil sees him and doesn't leave Thena's side for the rest of the night #everyone asks what's up with this one patient and he freely tells everyone about the last time they crossed paths #Kingo is with Gil on this one fuck that guy #Thena has an obligation to treat him like any other patient #Ajak feels a little more free to jab him extra hard for his IV

[bumblingbabooshka]

Worst Guy Ever - Also, Unfortunately, Very Homosexual Convo. (subtextually)

#Evidence of Tom being a bad boyfriend is also in a file labeled 'Tom wants to fuck Steth so bad' #but seriously I wanted to deck him in this convo v_v FORTUNATELY it is bearable bc I think that's the point - like the narrative is #showing that Tom is 'ruining what he's worked for' by being a dick to B'Elanna so I'm not like meta-mad about it (like OTHER Tom/B'Elanna #moments) <- Ex: Tom saying 'I have a beautiful girlfriend' instead of something like #'someone I care about/a girl I love' but that's a like...tv writing thing. I don't like it but I know it's a tv writing thing #Woman as like a status symbol instead of a person you care about #I never care about Tom's inner conflict in Tom episodes (with the exception of the one where he gets thrown in solitary - him going full #rogue was fun) bc his inner conflict is always the most boomer bullshit #Literally he's just having a midlife crisis in this one. #BUT...GUYS....IMPORTANT NEWS...BULLDOG'S IN THIS ONE?? #BULLDOG ?? My enemy BULLDOG BRISCOE from Frasier??? Good to see you man! This makes sense. #Steth....WHY would you choose to turn into a guy with a detailed and established web of interconnected relationships on a ship with a #complex hierarchy? Steth really thought he'd be able to play it cool on VOYAGER...the USS codependent...nu uh #they sniff you out and maul you like gophers on that baby #EHHEHEEH the Emh is funny as hell...'WOW...I had no idea me being so perfect at everything was making you feel bad! It all makes sense to #me now...' / Steth(as Tom):....Yeah v_v #SNRKEHEHEHEHEHEH GUYS..I'm taking a mental health day so I can reflect on myself and how even though I'll never be as good as the Doctor #I'm probably still worth SOMETHING #Steth(as Tom): Hey now B'Elanna...let's not go around blaming Steth for things. He's a pretty cool guy actually. #Okay yes confirmed! The above convo is also to show that Steth is 'being better' than Tom by telling B'Elanna what she wants to hear #unfortunately this does not make me like Tom more #SHE WANTS SO LITTLE. SHE ASKS FOR SO LITTLE. #BC Tom DOES say that B'Elanna is 'overreacting' and basically calls her crazy even when it's not for a later moral lesson and #this isn't framed as bad by the narrative. If your girl's always mad at you then your relationship ISN'T good. #There's literally NO resolution once again to their relationship issues. Tom shows her his garage program and when B'Elanna says she feels #she doesn't value her he says 'Yeah I do.' episode ends. #T/B scenes are literally [conflict arises then they argue or kiss] <- it is never...RESOLVED... #Me @ The Writers: (B'Elanna voice) Is this your idea of an adult conversation? #OH. Gay subtext: I hate spending time with my girl I want to hang out and live the bachelor life with my cool guy friend. #Tom's grease monkey program might as well be a subscription to playgirl magazine sit DOWN dude

[quietwingsinthesky]

i have been thinking about that ‘give your oc a kink’ post for days. because i think even would have a thing for hypnosis. yes, yes, for character reasons of overwhelming feelings of impending failure that make the idea of having the ability to choose anything at all be taken out of their hands look extremely appealing. but also because it would be so fucking funny in the worse timeline. imagine you get stuck in time hell with a guy whose whole thing is hypnotizing people, and u hate him. u hate him so. so much.

#i never let them just have a nice relaxing time huh #even just wants someone to take over their brain for a bit so they arent filled with insane amounts of stress about fucking up. #and no one around them will help out for silly reasons like ‘this is a bad coping mechanism’ and ‘having free will is important’ and #‘controlling someone’s mind is invasive’ #except for this one asshole. and they don’t even like him. #i cannot emphasize enough how much the core of this timeline is that even and the master do not fucking like each other. at all. #but the thing is: time bubble. #even can’t reasonably expect to survive on their own. and the master gets his kicks out of watching one of the doctor’s companions get Worse #when circumstances force their hand. and also its helpful to have a spare to be able to throw into pits before you jump in yourself to see #how deep they are. #something even is aware of. and on some level finds easier than their relationship with the doctor. there’s security in knowing someone will #destroy you. in choosing them to do it. or at least telling yourself that you had a choice when you picked them. #<3 healthy and normal relationship. #i got off topic this was about hypnosis. anyway the point of that was that its one thing to give a guy your death and another to (willingly) #let him fuck around in your head. no matter how appealing it looks some days. #and let me tell you: even’s had some days. #endgame for even getting out of this. (if they do. i haven’t decided.) but the endgame is someone on the surface whose face the doctor knows #and someone underneath who is a complete stranger. both metaphorically and physically as in: that suicide pill tooth is probably not the #last thing they end up letting the master stick in their body. even is at the end of the day a constant struggle to be a person and not a #reaction to the people around them. #dw oc #and maybe in a nicer timeline they meets river song and find kinky applications for hallucinagenic lipstick. i could let them be happy. #i could. i wont! but i could.

[theoldandnewfirm]

Still thinking about Trollhunter!Barbara AU where Bular gets...well, not redeemed, but at least brought over to her side, because I don't know what she'd actually do with him when everything's said and done.

Trollmarket won't have him nor, I imagine, would any other troll tribe. Because whereas changelings--and probably Argh when he first showed up--were reviled based on what they represent, trolls can point to Bular specifically and say, "He killed someone I loved. He took my whelps from me. He raided my tribe and destroyed us." And there's no forgiving that.

The Order sure as hell won't protect him. He hurt, humiliated, and terrorized changelings for centuries; the only thing that would keep them from hunting him down and killing him themselves is their ingrained fear of him and the knowledge of what he'd do to them if their attempt on his life failed.

As for staying in Arcadia, I think that would be a no-go too. Not because of the residents, but because of Strickler. I can see him putting up with Bular for the sake of the mission as he's always done, but after Gunmar and Morgana are defeated? Forget it. Asking him to play nice with Bular after all the abuse and cruelties Bular inflicted on him and his people would be a bridge too far.

But someone has to watch him because Bular cannot be trusted to live peacefully on his own. Grudgingly joining Barbara's side doesn't mean he suddenly becomes someone who doesn't delight in tormenting/killing/eating "lesser" beings. Left to his own devices I don't think it would take much provocation for him to revert to his old ways, at which point Barbara would be held accountable for any deaths he causes because she's the one who decided to spare his life in the first place.

So where would he go? Who would take on the thankless task of trying to tame him, or at least direct his violence and aggression towards productive ends? That's a problem Barbara would have a hell of a time solving.

#trollhunters #trollhunter!Barbara AU #now that I think about it I could see Bular taking the Draal role in Barbara's story #by virtue of Draal saying 'I will not under any circumstances work with the person who killed my father' #'and since you won't let me kill him I'll have nothing to do with you anymore Trollhunter' #(Draal would 100% still try to kill him though. Bular wipes the floor with him and Barbara intervenes just before Bular can kill him #Maybe THAT'S the event that causes Draal to leave Trollmarket in shame #assuming that she's able to talk her way out of an initial death match with him like Jim had) #Oh but I should clarify I don't mean Bular becomes Barbara's bestie #I mean that he's the muscle that protects her and Jim from other threats #no even she's like 'LOL fuck that guy' when she hears what he's done #but it turns out being a doctor and a general have a lot in common #in that you may not like the person you're required to treat/ally with #but you're accountable to a higher cause than your personal feelings #also all of this assumes that Strickler doesn't use one of the 1001 ways he has access to to kill Bular to save everyone the trouble #A plan he may or may not have hatched with members of Team Trollhunter who will never confess #Barbara KNOWS one of them did it but she gets blank stares #and she's frustrated but she also gets it because they all had excellent reasons for wanting Bular dead #but she feels weirdly guilty that she talked him into coming to her side for a chance at a better life #and her side killed him IMMEDIATELY

[limelocked]

Gem and 12..

I assume the vibes would be like

12: "You will die." / *insert serious monologs here*

Gem: "Of fun!" / *has sword out for intimation effect*

12: youll die

gem: not if i kill them first :)

12: no-

#12: let me see what you have! gem: an urge for violence! 12: no! #hermit who #ive not watched 12 but ive heard that its about the doctor having a midlife crisis and also is the doctor a good or bad person #gem would call him a loser and not managing to deal with a threat a skill issue #it would be interesting if the hermits like left each other clues like pov you were picked up by 12 in 1970s and leave a note that another #hermit picked up by 4 in 2012 finds in some folder somewhere #unrelated but its such an underdeveloped niche of dr who story where an earlier doctor has Just been at a place #and the current doctor arrives and has to be like yeah no im the same guy dont worry #or like does unit sometimes get visits by old doctors

[sufjamstevens]

had a therapist consultation today and once we get started w actual sessions he's going to connect me with doctors who are actually willing to work with trans people and get me started on hormones!!! FINALLY!!!!!!

#diary #i've wanted this since i was 13 literally cried after i got off the phone with him bc i was so excited #it only took like 8 years LOL #i'm so like. relieved #i feel like i forgot how much this was weighing on me #and obviously i still have to get the referrals and see the doctors but like #omfg #i can finally imagine a timeline and see a near future where i can idk be happy with myself? #:'-) #i really hope it works out this time bc i'm sick and tired of doctors letting me wait for an appointmentjust to have me come in so they can #tell me they don't work with trans healthcare #and the therapist is trans so that's like so relieving as well #AAAAHHHH!!!!!!! #oh my god!!!! #trying not to get my hopes up too much but i have a really good feeling about it this time guys

[hoshiyoshis]

ive never hated a doctor quicker than i have now.

#daisy.txt #im gonna rant in the tags and >> has to do w it so i'll just tag it with a tw so anyone doesnt get exposed to this kind of shit #fatphobia tw #mr bone doctor guy... can you please talk to my father abt the fractured bone and treatment for that #instead of going off on a VERY LONG speech abt how hes fat and needs to lose weight or he'll die #like. you can talk abt how he needs to lose weight without harping on it endlessly. #was it relevant? yes but not to the extent of 'i'm going to rant about this for several minutes before i even talk to you about the actual #injury that you're here to see me about. btw sugar is the devil and poison dont put it in ur body ever' #like. my guy. i know ppl with eating disorders. ive seen ppl say this kind of talk directly contributed to the way they felt abt food #like. say what u fucking mean. EXCESSIVE amounts is bad. not all sugar is automatically bad. #like. yes i know he has a point! my dad and i both agree he has a point! but i heavily disagree on how that message was put across #he has a fractured bone in his upper arm. this doesnt mean 'rant for several minutes abt how all sugar is poison.' and then be wishy-washy #as hell with the actual reality of shit. we went from 'yeah we'll need a CT scan ur gonna need surgery' #to him bringing a coworker in who said 'are you sure that (bone fracture he said) is what it is? it looks like (diferent thing) to me' #and him agreeing like oh yeah thats it #(nothing against getting a second opinion btw like im glad he did!!! but the man didnt say 'you might need surgery' he said 'you will') #(and i think he could have held back on the definite until he KNEW) #and then he went from 'its 50-50 surgery or let it heal let me talk to my colleagues in [city]' to #'ok theyre not gonna do surgery they think it can just heal naturally and i agree w them' #like. my guy! im glad u got a second opinion but can u literally not come in guns blazing with 'UR DEF GONNA NEED SURGERY' if ur not a hund #on whether or not he'll need surgery??? cite it as an option bc the moment he walked out of the room my dad and i looked at each other like #'well... fuck.' because we thought he'd have to have surgery!!! #these tags are getting long but holy fuck i do not like this guy. something abt all of it together just pissed me tf off

[luveline]

Hi idk if u have already written this if u have pls igonore but what about the first time bombshell reader calls Spencer beautiful?

fem, 1k

“Gideon has a new prodigy.” 

Your head rises of its own accord. “Yeah?” 

“He's younger than you. Twenty three, I think Hotch said. Fresh out of college, two degrees and working on a third? Or maybe he was getting his doctorate? I couldn't keep up.” Morgan shakes his head in disapproval. “Overeducated and under-experienced. He failed his physicals. The ones he took, anyways.” 

“Ooh, ouch. A baby on the team before me,” you joke with a smile. “Genius baby, but a baby.” 

Morgan smiles when you smile, he's too nice not to, but he picks up soon enough, crossing his arms where he's stood and wrinkling what was once a finely steamed suit jacket. “I don't know what Gideon's thinking.” 

“Does anyone ever know what he's thinking? What's Hotch say about it all?” 

Morgan reads what you're typing from over your shoulder and corrects a mistake. One day you won't need his help, but for now you take as much of it as you can get. You're not too proud to acknowledge when you mess up, you're a realist. Super sensible (in mind if not action). 

“Hotch lets Gideon do what he wants, mostly. What can you do when he's one of the originals?” Morgan leans heavily onto his desk by the forearms and shrugs. You’re similar in this regard; complain, move on. You're similar in other ways, too. That's why you get along. 

“Well, I want to meet this guy,” you say. “We'll be teammates just as soon as Strauss stops hating me. I'm one strategic boxed bouquet from a full pardon.” He laughs and touches your arm like he believes you. “Is he around?” 

“Here they are now.” 

You spin in Morgan's desk chair slowly. Jason Gideon is stalking through the office with his head in the contents of a manilla envelope, while a new face follows behind him talking a mile a minute. 

“Obviously,” you hear Gideon interrupt as they get close enough. “Agent Morgan can explain that to you. Don't overthink it, Spencer, just try to get through it.” 

He doesn't acknowledge you nor Morgan as he leaves Spencer and hurries up the steps leading to his and Hotch's offices. You aren't expecting much else from him. What little Gideon knows about you he doesn't like. If you ever get over the Strauss hurdle, it's him you'd have to convince next. You don't watch him cross the landing, your gaze focused on the man making his timid way toward you. Your lips part briefly, and then quirk into an overjoyed smile. 

“Oh, you're beautiful,” you say without thinking. 

He frowns at you. 

“Reid,” Morgan interrupts, “This is Y/N L/N. She works in the sex crimes division. As you can imagine, we get a lot of crossover.” You stand, holding out your hand. “Y/N, this is Spencer Reid.” 

“I don't shake. Sorry.” 

You press your hand to your chest. “Oh, that's okay. I shouldn't assume…” Your voice melds into a silkiness that has his shapely brows furrowing further, “It's nice to meet you, Spencer Reid. You're really pretty, do you know that?” 

Spencer peeks at Morgan quickly, who laughs good-naturedly. “She's serious, Reid. She's not making fun of you.” 

“You'd know,” Spencer says. It isn't malicious, but it isn't exactly friendly, either.

You twist to frown at Morgan deeply. “Morgan, you're not being nice to him?” 

“I'm being plenty nice, sweetheart, but this is how it works. I gotta haze him a little.” 

“No, you don't.” You tip your cheek toward your shoulder to look at Spencer through your lashes. “He pretends to be worse than he is, I promise. But don't let him neg you, okay? You're smarter than he is–” 

“Hey.” 

“–and he's used to being the office pretty boy. It's jealousy, nothing else,” you finish. Spencer really is gorgeous now you're close enough to see his eyes. A brown like caramelised sugar tented by dark, dark eyelashes. When he smiles, the very slightest hint of teeth shows, and it makes him even prettier. You endeavour to make him smile again. “Sorry if I'm coming off a little strong. It's not my intention.” 

“She's just nervous. You have everything she wants,” Morgan says. 

You sigh forlornly. “Oh, doesn't he?” Spencer's confused pout is even cuter than his smile. “Getting into the BAU is about as easy as walking on water.” 

“For a human,” Spencer says. “Easier if you're smaller. Like a water strider.” 

There's a silence. Morgan is aghast, you think. You're in love. 

“Yeah?” you ask, stars in your eyes as his own spark to life. 

“Because water strider's can transfer their weight, but also due to their hydrofuge hairpiles. Their microhairs.” He catches himself, measuring your expression carefully. “Did you really wanna know?” 

“Do you wanna get a cup of coffee and tell me about it?” you ask. 

His lips part as yours had when you first saw him. 

He's prevented from answering as Hotch's office door opens and the man himself walks out near the railing. “Good, you’re here. I have something to talk to you about.” 

You grin at him. “I'd love to chat, Agent Hotchner, but I'm getting to know your new protégé.”

“I see.” He waits. 

You would ignore him —Hotch has a soft spot for you (or rather, he likes you enough to put up with you, which is more than can be said about other members of his division) and he'd shrug off your dismissal— but you're really keen to hear what he has to say. Perhaps Strauss has changed her mind about your proposed trail basis with the team. 

“I'm so sorry,” you say to Spencer, immediately re-dazzled by his pretty, lovely face. “It was really nice to meet you, Spencer Reid. Maybe next time you can tell me more about it.” 

You give Morgan a quick thank you for the help with your paperwork and trust him to log out of your emails. In your rush up the stairs, you hear a wisp of conversation. 

“Was she messing with me?” 

Morgan laughs. “No, kid. That's how she is.” 

"Oh... She's nice."

"You have no idea."

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #criminal minds x reader

[sweatervest-obsessed]

Unexpected Visitor

Pairing: Spencer Reid x G!n Reader

WC: 788

A/N: A lil Spencer Xmas Blurb while I figure my shit out. Also! I'm imagining older seasons Spencer for this one.

"Hi! I'm, uh, so sorry to bug you but, um, do you know where Spe--Doctor Reid's desk is? Or, really, where D-Doctor Reid is?" .

Derek Morgan had to get his shit together because his jaw almost dropped when you walked in. What was some hot piece of ass doing, dressed like that, looking for Boy Genius.

He jumped up from his chair and strolled over to where you had stopped Garcia, who was just as flabbergasted as he was. "Reid is currently in a meeting sweetheart--may I ask what you, uh, want with him?"

You raised your eyebrows at the 'sweetheart', but smiled anyways. "He was supposed to be home about an hour ago and he wasn't answering his phone, so instead of panicking, because I know what you do for work, I wanted to come in and check before I lost my shit."

"Home?" Garcia squeaked out, still baffafled by how gorgeous you looked. It was like you were sent straight from heaven, a literal vision.

You nodded and tilted your head, slightly confused. "Y-Yeah...I'm sorry why is that---"

"We just didn't know Reid was living with anyone, let alone seeing someone."

"Ah." You nodded. "He's private like that, isn't he." Your smile warmed the two of them, and you shifted the coat from one arm to the other.

"y/n?"

You turned your head towards the back of the bullpen, and Spencer was walking out of Hatch's office. "What are you doing here?"

"Being introduced to your friends and coworkers since you haven't."

Spencer bit the inside of his cheeks and walked over to you both, placing his hand on the small of your back. You felt how tense he was.

"I'm here because our reservation is in twenty minutes and you said you'd be home over an hour ago." You looked at Spencer, whose eyes went a little wide.

"Shit. I-I didn't realize what time it was---"

"I have your suit in the car, and this is why I made the reservation for eight pm, instead of Seven."

"And this is why I love you." Spencer kissed your head and rushed over to his desk, scrambling to grab all of his papers and his bag and his coat and his scarf and his--

"Hi Y/n." Spencer looked up at the mention of your name, pausing in his frantic nature.

"Hi Aaron." You gave him a quick hug, but a bright smile. "How are you?"

"Well." He laughed a little. "I'd be better if we didn't have to work the day before Christmas Eve since I still need to wrap all of Jack's presents still."

"Oh how is Jack!"

"He's doing well. finally starting to enjoy reading, no thanks to you."

You laughed at his joke, all the while Derek and Garcia just shared an incredulous look. How the hell did you know Hotch? Jack?!? Why does Jack's reading habits connect to you--

"Ready sweetheart?" Spencer appeared at your side and you nodded. "It was lovely to see you Aaron. I'll stop by some time tomorrow to drop off Jack's gifts as well as yours. I got it when Spence I and went to Paris last month. I think you'll enjoy it!"

"That's why you weren't here for two weeks?" Penelope's jaw was on the floor. "I didn't take you to be a Parisian man Doctor Reid."

"W-Well, um--"

"It was for my birthday. My choice. I love art and museums so it made sense. Well, it was lovely to meet you all but we have a reservation to get to." You gave them all a quick smile before taking Spencer's hand and walking towards the elevator, your shoes clicking on the floor with every step you took.

"How long have the two of them been together?" Morgan turned to Hotch after you both had gotten in the elevator.

"I think today is their two year anniversary."

"TWO YEARS." Garcia clutched her hypothetical pearls. "How have I not known? How have WE not known?"

"He's private, and...well. You know Y/n."

"No we clearly do not know Hotch."

Hotch gave them a little smirk and a shrug. "Merry Christmas guys. I'll see you on the twenty-seventh."

As Hotch walked away, Garcia and Morgan just stared at one another. "So we're..."

"Going to spend then next ten minutes in my office finding everything out about this mystery person Spencer has been apparently dating for two years?"

"You read my mind mama. A little Christmas snooping never hurt anyone..."

#x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x you #spencer reid angst #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader fluff #spencer reid fluff #dr spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x self insert #Spencer reid x y/n angst #Dr Spencer reid x dr!reader #spencer reid x gn!reader #spencer reid x reader angst #spencer reid x male reader #spencer reid #criminal minds fanfiction

[moralesispunk]

John Price x wife x Simon - now lets talk about John who wants kids but found out he can’t get you pregnant so asks a trusted friend - Simon

NSFW so minors dni (breeding kink, pinv unprotected)

(John x reader x Simon all links here)

John had proposed the idea one night and you had brushed it off, you did it again the second time, but the third time he told you about the idea, about how he had a friend who he would trust with his life and so would trust to get his wife pregnant, you started to think about it.

It was something that had clearly been weighing on his mind, on both your minds really though yours in a different way. Kids had always been in your idea of the future, especially a future after John's retirement, but after a year of trying with no success you both found yourself at a doctor holding a result that told you John couldn't have kids.

It was a hard blow for both of you but you decided to give yourselves some time to deal with the emotions of it first. That was, until John came up behind you one day in the kitchen for the third time, chin resting on your shoulder as he told you a way that you could have a kid that may not be his biologically but one he would love wholeheartedly.

"Let's just sit down, the three of us, and talk about it," he said.

So you agreed, "just talk no promises" you told your husband and he kissed your cheek with a smile, moustache tickling your skin as you laughed and wriggled away from him.

It was a night that had you making dinner and talking about your week, filling the silence nervously as you cleaned the plates away, before John pulled you to the living room and onto his lap on one sofa, Simon taking the other.

You both listened as Simon told you that he wanted kids but didn’t feel he could have a relationship. He didn’t want to just be some guy to your kid, he wanted to be another dad, who got to see them and take them at weekends and be no different to you or John. John's hand was a steady weight on your back as you listened, and then after a moment to think about it agreed, the three of you deciding to forgo the expensive procedures with doctors and, as John said, do it the ol’ fashioned way.

So here you were, lying on your back and looking up at Simon who was slowly pushing himself into you. John was sitting in the chair in the corner, having spent the last forty minutes or so helping Simon stretch you open, using his thumb on your clit as Simon curled his fingers inside you until you had come twice before John said you were ready.

"Fuck," Simon groaned and your hands clawed at the covers until he was fully seated inside you.

Your eyes were tearing up. He was bigger than John, although not as girthy, and hitting you deeper than you had felt before. Your head rolled to the side towards John and he could see in your eyes that you needed something more, sitting up from the chair and coming to kneel by the bed.

"You can take it." John stroked a hand over your head. "Can't you, angel?"

"Mhm!" You moaned, Simon's fingers digging into your hips as he started to thrust into you faster.

"Let me hear you," John said, thumb pressing down on your chin so you stopped biting your bottom lip and let your moans out.

You weren't sure who to moan for, what to do. "I can take it," you said, looking at John, but he shook his head.

"Tell Simon."

You rolled your head back and looked up at Simon, your fingers reaching to stroke along his knuckles before he took your hand in his. "I-I can take it, Si-" You cut off on another moan and Simon's eyes were nearly rolling to the back of his skull.

You were both getting close, Simon's chin tucked to his chest as he watched his cock get lost in you and your eyes were rolling when John started rubbing circles on your clit.

"Gonna fill my wife up?" John asked and Simon grunted, his eyes flicking up to yours.

"You goin' to let me? Let me get you good and pregnant?" Simon asked through his grunts and your back archesd off the bed, muttering of please, please, please passing your lips in breathy moans.

"Need you to come for me first," he said and John kept that steady pressure against your clit that he knew you liked, his lips pressed against your temple.

John reached for your other hand, the one not holding Simon's and felt you squeeze it as you came closer to your orgasm. "You're so good," he whispered against your skin "You're doing so well, you're almost there."

"Fuck, Simon! J-John!" You squealed and both men groaned, John wrapped his hand around his cock and stroking it in time with Simon's thrusts.

Your body tensed and relaxed as you came, Simon holding you there with one hand on your hip, your head turning and kissing John who was spilling over his hand. He swallowed all of your moans, pulling back when Simon started to work through his release and he pulled Simon to you, his friend now kissing his wife as he spilled into you.

Simon's kisses were different from John's and you let go of both their hands to run through his hair. He was softer in his kisses, tentative almost as small whines came from the back of his throat until his body relaxed on top of yours.

"Hips up, baby," John's voice came from beside you and Simon pulled back, rolling to the side as John slid a pillow under your hips.

"I don't know if there's science behind this," you giggled, dizzy and sated.

"Not taking any chances," Simon whispered, his rough hand running down your stomach.

After a while the men carried you to the bath, washed you and had you hydrated and tucked back under the covers. If you had been more aware of your surroundings and not on the edge of a deep sleep, you would probably be thinking about that might have been it, how you, Simon and John might be having a baby.

Simon bent down and kissed your forehead, smiling against your lips when you tilted your head up to kiss him proper.

"Well, I should-" Simon reached for his jeans but you stopped him with a hand wrapped around his wrist.

"Stay," you said, tugging his wrist once.

His eyes flicked to your husband and he must have found whatever he was looking for because he dropped his jeans by the side of the bed and lay down beside you, pulling your body into his chest.

John lay on your other side, pulling the duvet up and switching off the bedside lamp.

John had wondered if part of him would struggle with this set up, whether he would get jealous and call it off, yet when he looks at you in Simon's arms it feels right. Especially when, even while asleep, you reach a hand out to wrap around his.

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ready to run into the sea after writing that

#simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x y/n #simon ghost riley x reader #john price x reader #john price x you #john price x y/n #simon ghost riley x you #john price wife x simon

[steviesbicrisis]

A Barbie AU where the Kens decide, in order to get some recognition, to get individual names.

Steve, who’s just a Ken very good with kids, is having an identity crisis after his Barbie, journalist Barbie, broke up with him.

Not even picking a name as unique and special as Steve, so much different than Ken, managed to cheer him up.

Everyone keeps saying he should be happy about the change, and discover who he is outside of Barbie’s orbit, but he can’t see what was so wrong in their relationship. He loved waiting all day for Barbie to look at him, even if it was for a brief second.

As if going through an existential crisis wasn't enough, he has to do it under the constant mocking of his archnemesis, Ke- Eddie.

Eddie, with his long curly and annoyingly gorgeous hair, who has a sense of style he would give all of his rollerblades for, and who's always there to notice whenever Steve makes a mistake.

Eddie even has his Barbie still by his side, cheerleader Barbie, and every time Steve sees them together he gets a sick feeling in his stomach, like a tummy ache. Doctor Barbie visited him a couple of times and found nothing wrong with him, he imagines he's a little jealous of Eddie for being with a Barbie.

Steve talks about this with Polyglot Barbie, his best friend, annoying her to death.

"Why are we talking about Ken, again?" she interrupts Steve's retelling of his last encounter with Eddie.

"It's Eddie" Steve corrects her.

"Right," she nods. She's very supportive of their silly-name-thing (how most Barbies call it), but she still has trouble remembering all the names, "why are we still talking about him?"

They're hanging out at the park, sitting under a tree, Barbie's leg on top of his, and they're holding hands. It's nice. Steve is happy to have a best friend like Barbie.

Steve looks up, meeting Eddie's gaze. He's sitting at one of the picnic tables not far away from them, doing nothing besides glaring at Steve.

Barbie squeezes his hand to get his attention back, and Steve looks away.

"Because he keeps tormenting me! he's even glaring at me right now, I'm gonna get stress wrinkles!" Steve finally replies, in a distressed tone.

"You're being dramatic," she says, matter-of-factly, "Eddie isn't so bad with you. You know, he kinda treats you like his Barbie."

If Steve had a beating heart, it probably would've stopped right at this second.

"What?"

"You know, he's always looking for you, he is always giddy whenever you give him a crumble of attention. He hangs out where you hang out... why do you think he's sitting all alone at a picnic table, just staring at you?"

"Maybe he's waiting for his girlfriend" he suggests.

"Are you talking about Cheerleader Barbie?" she giggles, "she's not his girlfriend, trust me."

"But he picks on me! all the time! Like this morning, I tripped and he made a comment about my legs!" He gestures at his legs with his free hand.

Barbie tilts her head to the side "you mean this morning at the beach when he held you in his arms for ten minutes to prevent you from falling and Barbie had to tell him to let you go?"

"… yeah” he manages to say. He hadn’t realized how long Eddie held him in his arms, he was upset about almost falling in front of him, but he also liked the feeling of his arms around him.

Everything feels different now.

Barbie's look softens "How does this make you feel?"

"I don't know" he answers, honestly "I just can't stop thinking about him."

A loud noise at their right startles them off of their conversation. They turn around to see Eddie lying on the floor, a trash can at his feet.

Steve doesn't give himself the time to realize that Eddie has probably heard their entire conversation and has tripped on that trash can because of it, he just rushes to Eddie's side to help him out.

Eddie stammers while Steve pulls him back up, not making much sense.

Steve is used to see Eddie as an intimidating guy, someone to compete with for Barbie’s attention. He never realized how much he liked to have Eddie’s attention instead, nor how he loved to give that attention back in equal amount.

“Nice legs” he tells him, repeating the same words Eddie told him that morning.

Eddie stops his incoherent stream of words when he hears him “what?”

“You heard me” Steve says.

“I did” Eddie admits. He pulls the trash can back up, to have an excuse to not look at Steve when he asks “you can’t stop thinking about me?”

For some reason, that’s the easiest question Steve has ever had to answer to “yes, I can’t.”

Eddie jolts back up startling Steve, the trash can falling out of his hands and hitting the ground once again.

“Cool” he says, using all of his willpower to hide his excitement by keeping a relaxed face, failing miserably.

“I guess” Steve grins. Knowing he has that effect on Eddie is making him the most confident he has ever felt in his life.

“So, since you can’t stop thinking about me…” Eddie repeats, in a tone that Steve would’ve mistaken for a mocking one until few hours ago “…we could hang out on the beach later. I’ll bring my guitar.”

“I’ll bring mine too then” Steve replies immediately.

Eddie panics “We can’t both have a guitar!”

Steve crosses his arms on his chest “who says that?”

Eddie opens and closes his mouth a couple of times then mutters, defeated, “fine.”

“Great!” Steve takes a step forward and gives Eddie a peck on his cheek “I’ll see you later.”

Eddie, who makes a face again trying to hide his excitement, nods and turns away “cool.”

He walks away slowly, towards the park’s exit. Right by the gate, he throws himself into an hedge. Steve can clearly hear him when he screams words along the lines of “FINALLY”, “I HAVE A DATE” and “SUBLIME”.

Steve turns to Robin who has witnessed the whole thing, while Eddie is still screaming random words from the bushes.

“I think I’m in love.”

#I’ve been wanting to write this since I saw the movie #but it never felt right #this is the best I could do lmao #in case it wasn’t clear I’m making fun of Steve for going from basic name to basic name lmao #I love him #I just think they’re neat #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steve and eddie #steve x eddie #platonic stobin #barbie #Barbie au #Steddie au #steddie au Barbie

[ghostedcas]

imagine like simon goes into some sort of surgery and has to be put under anesthesia, and when he gets out hes like still high asf on it 💀 and hes being a lil silly goose

okay this is such a cute idea omg, this is 100% based off that tiktok audio where it's like "my wife wouldn't like you touching me like that" "i AM your wife."

thank you so much for the request nonnie, a forehead kiss for you MWAH MWAH

simon 'ghost' riley x reader

wc: 563

warnings: none really, lots and lots of that good ol fluff, mentions of surgery, goofy simon, maybe a little ooc simon (he's high so it's fine)

a/n: i hope this is okay, i'm feeling a bit rusty with my writing but i've finally got back some motivation and energy to do so after the past two months of low energy and bad mental health. if you guys want to know a bit more about it and my mental health (i don't see why anyone would but lmao) let me know, i don't mind making a post about it if you guys want an explanation of some sort or whatever. anywho, sorry this is so short but i hope you still like it!! <3

a/n 2.0: i recently applied for a part time job at a bookstore so y'all pray for me that i get this job because i want it so bad. i am just gonna decide that i WILL get this job, because why wouldn't i?

simon had been out of surgery for just over an hour now, being a soldier you 'd think perhaps he was going under surgery for some kind of wound he had inflicted upon him on the battlefield but no, he was just getting his tonsils removed after a bad bout of tonsillitis ended up with him developing really bad tonsil stones.

so here you were, waiting by his bedside for him to wake up. the doctor and nurses reminded you just as he had gotten out that he may still be a little, well loopy, off of the meds depending on how quickly he woke up. you waited in a chair at his bedside, reading a book when you heard the blankets of the bed rustling just a little.

looking up from your book you see simon starting to wake up and you reach out to grasp his hand, only for him to rip it away from you when his eyes were fully opened.

"uh, si? you okay, hon?" you ask gently, maybe he just wasn't feeling too well after waking up, or perhaps he wasn't wanting physical touch, that happened quite often and you always respected that space he may want when he wanted it.

"don't call me that." simon said, voice hoarse and scratchy from the surgery, he sounded a little angry.

"what?" you questioned, this wasn't like simon, you couldn't understand why he wouldn't want you speaking like this to him.

"i'm taken."

"i know." you replied with a short laugh.

"you should be touching me like that then."

it hit you then, he was woozy from the meds and didn't recognize you. the realization made you laugh a little more. you decided to have a bit of fun with this high version of your boyfriend.

"sorry about that simon. wanna tell me about your partner?"

"oh, (name)? they're amazing, you know they're so pretty. and they're funny too. they always know how to make me feel better, i miss them." simon replies, ranting and raving on and on to you about his partner, about you.

"you love them a lot, don't you?" you ask him with a smile, it felt so nice to hear all these lovely things about yourself, your boyfriend clearly unfiltered by the effects of the anesthesia he was under.

sure he definitely said sweet things to your face, but something about hearing it when he was basically high as shit made your heart pound a little more.

"i love them with my whole heart." simon replies, a goofy little smile on his face.

you can't help but reach out to gently caress his face at those words, body filling up with some much adoration for the soldier in front of you.

"hey! what did i say about touching me. i have a partner!" simon scolds, trying to dodge your touch.

"simon, love... i am your partner. it's me, (name)." you reply with a laugh.

simon takes a good long look at you when you tell him this, he stares at you, looks you up and down before letting out a soft and quiet "oh."

you begin to hear the beeping of his heart rate monitor speed up, his cheeks turning slightly pink as he stares up at you.

you couldn't help but laugh a little more at this. what a sweet idiot. your sweet idiot.

#ghostedcas #casper writes #casper's 💌 #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley fluff #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x reader fluff #ghost riley x reader