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dan-the-womans-blog · 5 months ago

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Title: Crack in Their Composure

Feeling a little better thought I'd post something funny

(Spencer Reid x fem!reader)

The first incident had been embarrassing enough. The team walking in to find Spencer shirtless, oiled up, and groaning under your care had provided them with enough ammunition for weeks of teasing. But even with all their jokes, Spencer was still Spencer—unflappable in most situations—and you both thought the worst was behind you.

You were wrong.

Spencer came home from another grueling case, this one involving multiple days on the road and more stress than usual. He walked into your shared home looking like he was carrying the weight of the world on his slender shoulders, which you noticed were slumped with tension.

“Babe,” you said softly, crossing the room to meet him. You cupped his cheek, and he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes. “You need another adjustment. You’re completely out of alignment again.”

He nodded without protest, too tired to argue. “You’re the best,” he murmured, letting you guide him to the office once more.

This time, you were determined to work out every knot, every misalignment. Spencer’s job might be to solve complex cases, but yours was to fix him afterward, both body and mind.

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Meanwhile, the team, riding high after a case closed, decided once again to check in on their favorite genius. They’d teased him mercilessly last time, but Spencer’s reactions were half the fun.

“Think he’s going to yell at us this time?” Emily joked as they approached the house.

“Please,” Derek said with a grin. “Boy Wonder doesn’t yell. He pouts.”

Penelope giggled. “I just hope we get another peek at shirtless Spencer.”

“Oh my God, Garcia,” JJ muttered, laughing despite herself.

They knocked, but the door was unlocked. Derek pushed it open, calling out, “Reid! You home?”

No response.

The team wandered farther into the house, following the faint sound of conversation that led them to your office once again. As they reached the doorway, they were immediately greeted with Spencer’s voice—low, drawn-out, and laced with something suspiciously close to pleasure.

“Ohhh, God, Y/N… Right there… Do that again.”

The team froze.

“Spence, relax,” you said, your tone entirely professional. “I can’t get this spot if you keep tensing up.”

“Sorry, it just—ahhh! Oh, that’s the one,” Spencer groaned, his voice so borderline sinful that Derek and Emily exchanged wide-eyed looks.

“Is this… happening again?” JJ whispered, her hand covering her mouth.

“Guys,” Penelope hissed, fanning herself. “This is so much worse.”

But they couldn’t look away.

You were leaning over Spencer, your hands pressing into his back with practiced precision. This time, though, the team wasn’t met with just the sight of an oiled-up Spencer—they also heard the unmistakable, sharp crack of his spine realigning.

“Oh, wow,” Rossi muttered from the back of the group, clearly impressed despite himself.

“Holy… Did you hear that?” Emily whispered, her tone oddly fascinated.

“That sounded so satisfying,” Penelope admitted, biting her lip as another crack echoed through the room, followed by Spencer’s drawn-out groan of relief.

“Stop enjoying this so much,” JJ hissed, though her eyes remained glued to the scene.

Another series of cracks came, each one louder than the last, and the team collectively shuddered. It was oddly satisfying to hear, even as the situation screamed awkward.

Finally, you caught movement out of the corner of your eye and turned, your hands still on Spencer’s shoulder blades. “Oh, come on!” you exclaimed, glaring at the group.

Spencer lifted his head from the table, a blush already creeping up his neck. “Are you serious?”

“Listen,” Derek said, raising his hands in mock surrender. “I came here to clown on you, but I gotta admit—that cracking sound is amazing.”

“You guys have to stop walking in on us,” you said, gesturing at the door.

“You have to stop making it sound like—like that!” Emily shot back, pointing at Spencer, who groaned in embarrassment and dropped his face back into the cradle.

“You all clearly need to leave,” you said firmly, stepping back from the table and crossing your arms.

But Penelope clasped her hands together. “Y/N, just one question before we go.”

“What?” you asked, exasperated.

“Do you take appointments?”

"OUT!"

Spencer groaned louder, and this time, they burst out laughing.

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guardian-of-da-gay · 7 months ago

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The Man with the Magic Hands

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For Whumptober 2024 Prompt 6: Healed Wrong

tw for implied physical assault, chronic pain, medical inaccuracies

“Well, who’s first?” Doctor Wright asked.

“Me!” Sonic said as he zipped in front of the doctor.

Mom frowned. “You’re never this eager to get checked out by me!”

“That’s because you don’t have magic hands,” Sonic said.

The animal chiropractor let out a nervous chuckle. “I’m glad you have so much faith in me.” Mom’s former classmate ran a mobile clinic, traveling around the state to offer his unique service to clients all over. Sonic had met him before, but this would be the first time for Tails and Knuckles.

It was also their first yearly check-up and booster vaccines. Sonic had convinced Doctor Wright to work his magic on them while they were there. It hadn’t actually been that hard, though, because Doctor Wright thought working on brand new species was awesome.

The other two watched while Doctor Wright tested his reflexes and range of motion. Mom offered up some of Sonic’s previous x-rays. Then he had Sonic lay down on a little padded table and gently checked him over.

Sonic could tell Knuckles didn’t like this possibility. Their big tough warrior didn’t like lying down around strangers just in case said strangers decided to stab him while he was vulnerable or whatever. But that was why Sonic had suggested they watch his adjustment. He’d definitely be more comfortable without them, just because some of the positions Doctor Wright would move him in were a little bit embarrassing. But he knew it would make both of them (especially Knuckles) feel more comfortable when it was their turn. And the whole point was that it was relaxing!

Doctor Wright put on a pair of garden gloves he’d gotten specifically to help Sonic without fear of accidental quill stabbing. Then he really got to work.

Doctor Wright had a very soft voice and he explained everything he did. Occasionally he’d tell Sonic he should do stretches or exercises or something for his knees. Sonic nodded along, fully intending not to follow through while Mom nodded along, fully intending to enforce his suggestions.

There were a few places where Sonic’s body cracked loud enough to make Tails wince. “Did that hurt?” He asked.

“Not really? It mostly just feels nice after.”

Doctor Wright turned him on his side and traced his back down to his tail. This was definitely one of the embarrassing parts. Doctor Wright’s soft voice narrated how he was checking the vertebrae in his tail and there was some tightness there.

He put one hand at the base of Sonic’s tail and held the end of it with the other. One confident tug and Sonic’s tail let out a crack.

“Oof!”

“Did it hurt?” Tails asked.

“No, just a big feeling. Better now.”

Knuckles looked deeply skeptical.

Doctor Wright had Sonic get up and walk around afterward. Both doctors watched him appraisingly. Knuckles watched him like he thought Sonic was going to keel over from one million broken bones.

“Who’s next?” Doctor Wright asked.

“Um… I’ll do it,” Tails said.

Doctor Wright looked relieved to get to take off his garden gloves. Then Tails flew up onto the table.

“Oh,” he said. “...How did you do that?”

“Huh? Oh. I just… spin my tails?”

Doctor Wright let out a doubtful hum.

Sonic watched Tails shrink two sizes. “Which is super awesome, right Doctor Wright?”

“I mean, yeah it’s awesome.”

Mom located Tails’ x-rays on her little work iPad and showed them to Doctor Wright. He looked them over and smiled slowly. “Okay, yeah.” He looked at Tails and said more genuinely. “That is awesome!”

Mom snorted at him.

“What? Bones are cool.”

Tails was way better at sitting still for everything than Sonic had been the first time he’d done it. He was nervous, but again, Doctor Wright’s soft tone calmed him. Doctor Wright explained how he wouldn’t do anything with Tails’ tails because he didn’t know enough about his anatomy or how the tail spinning worked to trust himself to do an adjustment safely. Instead he focused on Tails’ back and shoulders and gently urged him to take stretch breaks in between building electronic super weapons.

Finally it was Knuckles’ turn. He did not get on the table right away, though.

“I can crack my own knuckles,” Knuckles said as he demonstrated just that.

“Well, I could crack them in different, potentially more successful ways?” Doctor Wright tried. “But you don’t have to do anything you don’t like.”

Mom let out a skeptical hum as she tapped around on her screen again. “I do have x-rays for those…”

Doctor Wright looked at them a second. His mouth formed into an ‘o’. “Wow… You have broken just about every bone in your hands, huh?”

“It is true!” Knuckles puffed out his chest like this was a big flex.

“And what are these…?” He pointed to something on the screen.

“The spikes,” Mom answered. She pointed to Knuckles’ mitts. He held them up, confused. “They’re part of his hand. And they’re mobile.” She held up her hand and made a fist. “When he flexes, they shift down.”

Knuckles subconsciously mimicked her, folding his hand into a fist. Huh. Sonic had never really thought of it, but the spikes did move when he did that.

“Okay,” Doctor Wright said. “In that case, I am going to let you crack your own knuckles, Knuckles.”

He looked Knuckles up and down. “How about your tail? Is that how it’s… um. It’s a unique shape?” He looked at Mom and then at the screen she was holding.

“Sorry,” she said. “X-rays are definitely an ‘as-needed’ thing for Knuckles.”

“X-rays are poisonous,” Knuckles said.

Mom nodded with a strained smile just for Doctor Wright. “Also he’s just not a fan of lying down in strange places.”

“Enemies could be anywhere!”

Doctor Wright chuckled good naturedly. “Well, there’s no enemies here! Why don’t you try lying on this?” He patted the cushioned table. “It’s a lot more comfortable than an x-ray table!”

Sonic nearly laughed at his optimism. Had Mom not warned him at all?

Knuckles stared at the table. Then at Doctor Wright. “No.”

“I bet he could do it with you just sitting?” Mom suggested, glancing at Doctor Wright for confirmation. He nodded along.

“That is… acceptable,” Knuckles said. He climbed up onto the table and Sonic heard Mom breathe a sigh of relief.

Knuckles was the opposite of Tails in terms of patient compliance. Doctor Wright tested his reflexes and he looked personally offended that his leg would move without his permission.

“And your magic will stop that from happening?”

“Ah… no. We actually want that to happen–”

“I don’t!”

Doctor Wright chuckled a little nervously. “He’s a hoot, isn’t he?” He said to Mom.

“No, I’m an echidna.”

Knuckles’ appointment did not improve. He took ‘range of motion’ as a challenge–where the challenge was Doctor Wright trying to move his limbs while Knuckles stayed rigid and immovable. Then he was tense all over and refused to relax. Sonic could tell by the wrinkle between Doctor Wright’s brows that he wasn’t liking what he could feel of Knuckles’ body, but Knux wouldn’t relax enough to let him make any adjustments. Still, the Brave Little Chiropractor That Could did his best to finish his head-to-toe assessment.

The tail he came to last.

Knuckles glared over his shoulder the entire time. Sonic was pretty sure the wrong move on the doctor’s part would get him bit. But Doctor Wright didn’t even seem to notice. He was way too busy examining the funny little crooks in Knuckles’ tail. He took one side of the first bend, then the other side and gently flexed them like he would an elbow. He did the same thing on the second crook. It took Sonic a second to realize, but it was funny he was able to move his tail like that. Knuckles hadn’t let him move anything else.

“Huh,” he said.

“What is it?” Knuckles demanded.

“Your bones are cool.”

“Oh… Thank you.”

“Thank you for letting me examine them!” He kept messing with Knuckles’ tail as he said it. “Your tail isn’t as tense as the rest of you but, I think I feel a point here where I can make a little adjustment.”

There was a crack.

Sonic blinked and Knuckles was off the table… And up in the corner of the wall like a freaky, red spider.

“Oh!” Mom yelped in dismay. Then her shoulders sagged and the resignation sunk in. “Knuckles, the walls…”

Oof, yeah. The walls had four holes in them where he held himself up with his spikes.

“Did that hurt?” Doctor Wright asked, an edge of nerves to his voice.

“No!” Knuckles answered.

“Uh uh,” Mom cut in. “He can’t be trusted to answer that question.”

“How dare you!”

Mom just shot him a look. “That is from learned experience! Now get down here and show us your tail.”

Knuckles jumped down. “It doesn’t hurt,” he said again. He straightened and frowned, considering. “It actually feels fine.” He twisted around awkwardly, trying to get a good look at his tail.

His tail moved away from him.

“Woah!” He said.

Tails sucked air through his teeth while Sonic cringed back. His tail wasn’t supposed to move that way, right?

“Does that hurt?” Doctor Wright asked again, a tiny bit frantic.

“No!” This time Knuckles sounded surprised and not defensive.

His tail started to swing back and forth. It was slow at first and then it moved faster and faster. It was wagging. And Knuckles was smiling. “It hasn’t done that in years!” He said.

Knuckles twisted harder, trying to get a better look. He turned so much that he wound up taking a step. Then another. Then another. Then he was just chasing his tail. His tail was still doing the happy dance. Finally Knuckles staggered to a stop.

He pointed at Doctor Wright and bellowed: “You are magic!”

“I did tell you,” Sonic laughed.

The next second Knuckles was back up on the table, tail thumping loud as a Labrador’s. He swung his fist into Doctor Wright’s arms. Sonic heard the doctor let out a soft little ‘oof!’.

“Do my shoulders now!” Knuckles ordered. “Start with this one. This is the bad one.”

Oh. Knuckles had a bad shoulder? Sonic glanced at Mom, who also seemed to have caught the bitter in the sweet moment.

“Has your… tail been bothering you for a while now?” She asked gently.

“Huh? Oh. An enemy pulled on it once. Hasn’t been the same since.” Knuckles said as he watched Doctor Wright manipulate a much looser wrist and elbow. “It is an old injury. I didn’t think it was worth bringing up, since it wasn’t fixable.”

“Okay. I guess I can see how that would make sense to you.” Her careful choice of words was not lost on Sonic. “But… Wasn’t it hurting? It’s part of your spine. It had to hurt. I can help with that.”

“It feels fine now.”

Mom’s shoulders dropped. Sonic offered her an understanding look. They both knew Knuckles was as stubborn as he was oblivious. They would just have to keep working on getting him to understand the importance of communicating things like ‘your body parts are unable to move properly and hurt badly’.

“Now you’ll probably need more adjustments to keep this range of motion,” Doctor Wright said. “Your body is used to being misaligned. It’ll take some time and effort for it to relearn how to hold itself in a healthy way.”

He smiled gently as he spoke. “I think I’ll work with Doctor Maddie so she can help when I’m not here.”

Mom thanked him. Working on Knuckles’ tail would probably require him to communicate when it hurt. Something that he’s proven less than stellar at. But hey, it was like Doctor Weight said. He was used to dealing with things alone. It would take some time and effort to relearn how to rely on others.

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