#dont get me wrong. i would Love to just walk into the doctor and get a definitive explanation for whats actually going on and whether

[munch-mumbles]

choosing to believe my Stomach Asymmetry i mentioned a few days back is just weird fat distribution because i think ive been sitting consistently weird in my chair for a few months now, so hopefully fixing my posture will help fix it... i think its pairing with when i went on t and my fat distribution might be changing so me sitting in the same weirdly bent position for a few hours every night is making all the new fat just pool on one side of me. at least this is what ill tell myself so i dont freak out and run into the er and end up in debt for the next decade LOL

[genderless-naper]

personal melatonin

trafalgar law x gf!reader , established relationship

mentions of melatonin consumption

lowercase intended !

sfw, word count: 1.2k

gf cant fall asleep without her law !

its no surprise your captain, and loving boyfriend, was working himself well into the night again. it was just something you’ve come to have to accept. you on the other hand made it a priority to sleep on time. you’ve scolded law time after time just for it to go in one ear and out the other. you always told him its ironic how a doctor cares so little about his own wellbeing. if you were lucky you might get a sigh out of him as a response.

law always knew of your struggles with sleep. it was obvious something was wrong when you spent an hour twisting and turning in bed before falling asleep. he decided to let you try a melatonin gummy. “this will help you sleep, but i dont want you taking it all the time y/n”

you looked at it strangely then mumbled “i doubt this would help..” regardless you still take what your boyfriend offers.

the next morning you woke up completely refreshed. no endless thinking, unnecessary turning, position changing, or waking up a million times a night. needless to say you made it a regular part within your night routine.

some nights (rarely) law would make it into bed with you on time. the change in which the melatonin bought was the most apparent to him. when he saw you take one for a few night straight he felt a bit disturbed, “y/n i thought i told you not to take that regularly. its just for sleep irregularities not to be taken daily.” you rolled your eyes at your dramatic boyfriend, “i have sleep irregularities every night! ill be lucky if i fall asleep within the first hour. with these i fall asleep within 5 minutes!”

law sighed while reaching over and pulling you into bed. he buried his head into your hair and mumbled quietly, “i know but i just wished you didn’t rely on stuff like that..” you giggled and your boyfriends sudden embrace. you traced his chest tattoos while beginning to yawn, “they help me feel sleepy..” before you know it you’ve dozed off leaving your boyfriend awake with concern. he reached over to grab the gummy bottle in order to stambles it away from you to avoid future use.

the next morning you wake up refreshed like always. you go on about your day, have food, do chores, watch your favorite show with bepo, and more. when it comes time to sleep you wish your loving boyfriend a goodnight while he stays in his office, and make your way to your shared bedroom. you made your way through your nightly routine just to not be able to find your sleep aids anywhere. “i swear i put them on the table last night..” you say to yourself in confusion. you start to search for them. you give up 30 minutes into the search and accept defeat for the night, “maybe one night wont be horrible” you think

it was indeed very horrible. every turn, every twist, every thought, every eye movement, every position just pushed you further away from falling asleep. you look at the timer that reads an obnoxiously big ‘3:00AM’.

you walk into his office to see him completely consumed in his books and surrounded with a few coffee mugs. you stand in front of his desk with arms crossed, “baby i need gummies”

law looks up with a raised brow, “what happened to the ones you had?”

the shambled away bottle had completed vanished from his mind until that moment. a small wave of guilt washing over him as he stares at your sleepless figure, and realizing he’s the cause of your current sleep trouble.

you whine while telling him how you searched everywhere yet they’re no where to be found, “and now i cant even sleep! i just wanna fall asleep comfortably like all the other nights …”

guilt now starts hitting him like a tsunami. he puts his book down and puts his notes onto one side of the desk. he immediately shambles you into his lap and holds you close, “you need to find a natural way to fall asleep without relying on that stuff every night. it isnt good for you baby.” it was strange for your boyfriend to be so affectionate, but you didnt fight it. easing into his warmth, his arms, his smell made your eyes feel heavy. he begins to stroke your hair while rambling on about withdrawal symptoms and a bunch of other nerdy facts. you giggle at his passion for what he studies, but you cant deny how insanely boring his mini lectures can be. you yawn and get more comfortable in his arms.

“law can you come to bed..? please?” you look up to meet his sleepless eyes.

he hesitates to respond while glancing back to his work, “i have a lot to do-“

you suddenly cut him off sounding a bit more desperate, “i just want you to help me sleep! i just wanna be in your arms. maybe it will help…” you grip his sleeve not wanting him to reject your offer.

he cant say no when you’re asking for him. he would give you the world if you asked. his books and notes seemed mundane compared to being with you when you needed him. it filled him with a sense of purpose that no ounce of knowledge could give.

he shambles you both to your shared bed. once you realize he’ll be in bed with you tonight you cant help but to pepper his face in kisses ecstatically, “iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouilov-“ another yawn escapes your lips

his lips tug slightly upward as he pulls the blanket to cover you both. he hugs you to his chest and strokes your hair, “its time you go to asleep y/n”

you shake your head slightly and lightly grip his shirt. he looks at you confused, “no? you need to sleep”

an additional yawn escapes your lips while you try your best to fight against them, “i know but if i sleep you might go back and leave me here… i want you to stay and you rarely stay with me..”

another wave of guilt hits the man like a tsunami. he came to the conclusion that he was the reason for your sleepless nights. when he was with you it was as if he became your personal melatonin gummy. you drifted into sleep without any hassle. it was hard to not fall asleep while being in the embrace of your boyfriend.

law mutters unheard apologies to your sleeping self while kissing your forehead, “ill do better. i want you to have the best y/n… i love you-“

a sudden unexpected yawn escapes the doctors lips. it surprised him since he doesnt yawn much (or maybe he just doesnt pay much attention to when he does)

he pulls you closer while getting comfortable. he didnt fight the sleep. the situation worked out for him anyways. soon enough the once sleepless doctor found himself slowly shutting his eyes. his last thought was realizing how much he truly enjoyed you being in his safety and embrace. maybe he should tweak his schedule to include bedtime with you 🩶

[valgodd]

You sit in the waiting room of the doctors office, nervously fidgeting your hands. It’s time for the annual health check up. You sure had a good year, the trousers digging into your belly are proof of that.

A nurse calls your name. Are you imagining things, or did she she do a double take when she saw you, her eyes lingering slightly over your pudgy mid section? She offers you a polite, professional smile though, and lead you into the office.

The doctor, a graying fit man man in his late fifties, sits behind his desk, endorsed in paper work.

”Welcome mr/ms Y/N” he murmurs. He glances at you over his spectacles, his eyes sweeping over your red, round cheeks, budding double chin and protrouding belly. ”Well you certainly look… healthy. Shall we get started?” He gestures towards an old fashioned manual steele scale. You step on it with a loud *clonk*. The doctor raises an eyebrow and adjusts the metal weight until the scale is in balance. He looks in his notes and scoffs, almost sounding amused.

”Well well… you were close to underweight last time we weighed you. Now however… you seem to have fattened up quite nicely.”

You swallow, feeling very self concious.

”H-how much have I gained?”

”It seems to be… almost sixteen kilos”

”Sixteen kilos?” That was more than you had expected. 

”Sixteen kilos” the doctor confirms ”Thats… quite much in just a years time.”

”Well there obviously must me something wrong with your scale” you say with an akward laugh. The doctor smirks. ”The scale is perfectly fine, I asssure you. Any… changes of habits recently?”

”Well…” you are tempted to lie, but the doctor looks at you sternly. 

”Well what?”

”Uhm I guess I… relaxed a bit recently” you admit ”I-I moved in with my partner… They’ve been cooking a lot for me… And I haven’t gone to the gym as… frequently as I used to” your voice trails off.

”Uhuh. That explains alot, doesnt it? Well, last time I saw you, you were a scrawny little thing and you sure needed to put on a few. Sixteen kilos though… That’s overdoing it. You need to get rid of that gut” the doctor pats your tummy condencendingly. 

”Yes doc” you say and and clench your jaws. How could you have let yourself go like this? Why didn’t anybody tell you you were getting so big?

”We should measure your body fat to, dear. Pull up your shirt for me, will you?”

You reluctantly pull up your shirt and reveal a pale, squishy midsection.  The doctor takes a metal clisp and take a firm grip on your belly roll between his thumb and indexfinger. You feel the cold metal against your skin, and winces as the clisp pinches you.

”Godness me…” he murmurs. You swallow. ”Well you certainly haven’t been starving” the doctor chuckles as he scribbles down some notes in his papers. ”So… tell your partner to cut down on the butter and cream in their cooking. It really isnt doing you any favours. Maybe go on some brisk walks together. By next year, I want to see you trimmed down. Okay?”

You nod and manage a polite smile.

After the meeting, your partner meets you up outside the doctors office. They give you brief kiss on the lips and squeeze your sides. 

”How was the doctors appointment love?”

”Well…”

”You look upset, is everything alright?”

You sigh.

”Well the doctor told me I had gained too much weight” you murmur.

”Oh love…”

”Yeah… god it was so humiliating” you press your palms against your eyes, feeling tears burn under your eyelids. Your partner pulls you into an embrace.

”My poor baby… Hey hey…. Shh… Its okay, its okay... We’ve had a good year, haven’t we? Its been so nice to see you eat whatever you want, to your hearts content. I would hate him to ruin that for you love”

You nod, sniveling. Your partner strokes your belly in calming circles.

”Screw him. Tell you what love” your partner lowers their voice to a whisper ”I just made your favourite eclairs. The ones with chocolate cream. Why dont we go home and have some?”  

You can’t help but light up.

”Oh yes those are my favourite” you murmur longingly with a moan, feeling your mouth water. 

”Hey I knew that would put a smile on your  face” you partner chuckles and pinches your chubby cheek lovingly ”Lets go home dear, let me take care of you”

[b3llasdears]

"beautiful eyes that dont work"

leonidas x fem! reader with myopia (headcanon's)

● Let's make something clear, Leonidas loves you with or without sight.

● Since you met, he always wanted to stay close to you, and if he couldn't, he preferred you to be with a guard, although you always told him that it was not necessary

● He found out about your existence when he heard the rumors of "a beauty without sight." or that was what some said, others said that you had been cursed by the gods.

● Believe me when I tell you, Leonidas looked for every doctor he could find to try to help you, but clearly they found nothing.

● someone made you feel bad by telling you that "you were cursed" and that "the gods rejected you"? you will never meet that person again

● Although you normally didn't care about the comments since you had heard them all your life, it was inevitable that they ended up affecting you a little, and when that happens, your king is ready to hug you with his strong arms, kiss you sweetly and say nice words to you

● when Leo went to fight in thermopiles, apart from thinking about defending his people and how they would be without a king, He thought about what would happen to you, your "curse" was getting worse, making your vision more blurry, But he could only hope that you were well and lived a long life.

now talking about when you made it to valhalla...

● You never saw your king so excited until they took you to him after you died, that man ran out to hug you as soon as he saw you.

● You didn't have to wait too much for them to give you some weird things they called "glasses," and when you put them on you cried, it was the first time you saw your surroundings well, so it was inevitable that you would feel overwhelming happiness

● You and Leonidas spent a lot of time together in Valhalla, mostly reading, it was something that made you feel very good now that you were able to see well.

● Although you also wanted the survival of humanity, you did not want your king to fight, truth be told, you were afraid, afraid of losing him again.

● He tried to comfort you, but he didn't achieve much, and you two separated when you went to the stands of humanity to watch the fights.

● When you saw your king enter the arena you were already thinking about running to the infirmary to hug him when he won, but you had to wait, so all you could do was encourage your king to win his fight.

● You hoped that your beloved Leonidas would walk out of that arena in glory, and that the sun was not as strong as the day you lost him for the first time

Just to clarify, I suffer from myopia myself, but I apologize if I described it wrong here.

[alluringnectar]

Timeless

abby anderson x fem!reader

a/n: srry ts might b a lil short lol, kinda rushed

summary: you go on a patrol with abby

warnings: sfw, slow burn, js kinda angst, not rlly tho

pt. 1 , pt. 2, pt. 3

it’s 5:45 in the morning.

the sky is still dark, you can hear the hums of cicadas and the hoots of owls.

you’re in the back of a W.L.F. truck, holding double barreled shot gun. infront of your view is alice and abby. even though its pitch black out, her features illuminate like the moon; at that point moths would even be attracted.

you didn’t realize you were even bouncing your leg until abby held your leg.

“nervous?” she asked, chuckling. “yeah, it’s my first patrol since i ever got promoted” you shyly admitted, “i’m scared im gonna fuck things up.” abby listened to you intently, finding comfort in your pure honesty. “everyone fucks up once in every while, it doesn’t get easier, just easier to handle.” you smiled, full of teeth, thanking her.

how could this even be the same girl Mel was talking about?

the truck comes to an abrupt halt, signaling it’s time to hop off. Abby, Alice, & you jump off, thanking the W.L.F. driver. “good luck girls!”

as you walk into the abandoned ruins of what was once a beauty thriving city, abby pulls out a map. “there should be a hospital around here somewhere. orders are to clear it and get all supplies.” you nod, following her as she walks to the abandoned hospital.

as you walk in, you feel shivers. you turn to look at abby, but she has a sad look on her eyes, like a sad puppy dog.

you hear barks, that takes you out of your thoughts. both abby and you flinched.

alice is barking at this door, abby and you budge it open.

then out of no where, a stalker jumps you. before you can take out your pistol, abby grabs a shiv and stabs it in the throat.

it lays there, blood seeping out.

“are you okay?” abby asks you, “yes, im fine thank you.” abby offers her hand and you take her in.

both you and abby look around the room.

its a chapel.

“ it’s pretty, isn’t it?” you say to abby as you admire the alter, the benches that once had many families praying for patients to get better. abby hums, and she asks, “do you believe in God?” you tell her, “I believe in God, i just dont know if he believes in me.” abby looks at you, “what do you mean?” “i believe he is real when i see fawns and their mothers taking care of eachother. i believe he is real when i see the sun taking care of the plants as the sunrays reach them. i feel like God doesn’t believe me when i see the sufferings of this world, when i lose the people i love, or i see the once humans so alive, laughing, crying, and other emotions trapped in all the fungus.” abby looks at you, intently staring and picking up at every feature.

“do you?” you ask, snapping abby out of her trance. “do i what?” abby asks. “believe in God?” abby sighs , “if God was real, maybe he wouldn’t have taken away my farther.” your heart hurts for her, and you embrace her, letting her know shes not alone. she returns it, holding you tight

you feel a sharp pain the back of your shin, causing you to hiss. “whats wrong?” abby asks you worryingly. you pull up your pants and replied “glass must’ve cut me with that stalker was on me.” “i don’t know how i didn’t feel it, must’ve been the adrenaline” you joke, causing abby to laugh.

“sit down, ill get you treated” abby says.

she wraps your leg and puts anti infection cream all over as she cleaned the wound.

“how do you know how to do all this?”

“my dad was a doctor, i only learned from the best.”

“your father was blessed to have you.”

“he would’ve liked you.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

“let’s report back to base, we have supplies now anyways.”

you learned her farther name was Jerry.

as abby, alice, and you go back to base, alice is put into her kennel.

“see you soon alice!!” you both yell.

abby and you report your findings to other W.L.F. members then abby takes you to the infirmary because she swears it’s necessary.

and she isn’t wrong because Nora is telling you with an injury that severe you need to stay home and supervised.

abby volunteers, and now she’s next to you on the couch, with you falling asleep on her shoulder.

she could get used to this view.

[fuzzymakercloudduck]

saw a fic about bandmate Abby and singer reader but I'm really obsessed with doctor Abby and I love Taylor and that video of her singing "karma is the guy on the chiefs coming straight home to me" to Travis, so now I'm obsessed w the idea of it

Famous singer!reader X doctor Abby drabble (I guess it's called drabble idk)

Living in New York and meeting her through some mutual friends, but not really talking to each other that much

She would go out with friends but the girl is a doctor, she's working hard honey

Instantly feeling attracted to her bc common she's a muscle mommy 5'10 girlie

You guys start talking more when going out and feeling such a bonding feeling so quickly

I imagine abby being the type to go with baseball hats and leather jackets with some baggy jeans (like the butch lesbian she is) and just being HOT

You are head over heels for her very quickly

Inviting her to your concert in NY and Abby being so happy to go "I wouldn't miss it" "only If you dedicate me a song " type of anwers

Inviting her to go to dinner after the concert because you want to have her kids at this point

Stalking her in all social medias (dont think shed be much active on social media but you do it anyway)

You having a cocky, kind of unserious personality and just feeling so attracted to her serious demander even though she's a sweet pie

Calling her things like love, darling, honey and watching her blush

Going home every time you see her and writing her songs

This was inspired by TS so I'm thinking Gorgeous, Gold Rush, Mastermind, I know places, style. I'm talking about talking/ hooking up stage and you just fell hard

Also being really worried about people founding out and ruining what your guys have going on, but she assures you she's staying and is so proud of your career

Once she ask you to be her gf, IMMEDIATELY writing songs like lover, dress

Once y'all in a comfortable place in your relationship talking about her every chance you got in every fucking interview (you're obsessed)

Saying things like "my gfs a doctor so I'm always safe", bringing her up in every topic. "What's your type?" "My beautiful girlfriend " . "If you were stuck in a island, who's someone you would bring?" "My girlfriend Abby, she's stuck with me"

She's bragging about you to everyone too, don't get me wrong. "How you feel being reader muse?" Some random person would ask "awesome honestly" "what's your favourite song of your gf?" And then she saying one that was definitely written about her

She's at every concert she can go to, even in a tight agenda

You trying to be home as much as possible

When you're not working, being a little of a housewife, cleaning, making her dinner, buying her flowers

She walking in front of you when there's a lot of paparazzis

You pointing at her when singing romantic songs and she going red as a tomato

Her friends mocking her for it

She giving you flowers after the concert

Letting you be bejeweled (lol sorry)

I'm literally just writing about wtv shit I wanted to read but didn't found it nowhere

[noforkingclue]

Oh im so happy request is open. Pls, pls do something with dark!reader wanting revenge on the doctor (which doc is up to u). Despite the other companion wanting to punish u or cant forgive u, the doc wont give up on u n try to rehabilitate u but u dont make it easy.

So I made this more ambiguous about whether or not it's the Doctor, the reader of both that are dark.

I also chose the 13th Doctor for this

Hope you like it!

Title: The Truth?

Warnings: dark (?) fic, unreliable narrator, dubious morals

Doctor Who tag list: @v4n1r, @queerconfusionthings, @yourneighbourhoodclown, @love-of-fandoms, @emilythezeldafan, @fabulous-jj-style, @theseeker945, @pleadingeyes, @kjaneway1, @truthbehindthemysteries, @im-a-muggleborn, @startrekkingaroundasgard, @mythandmagik, @geocookie21, @zerocanonlywriteshit, @thewinterpoet2, @anteroom-of-death, @night467, @clarasoswaldd, @sessa23, @mxacegrey

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“Ah,” you smirked slightly as you saw who has entered your room, “Yaz. Pleasure as always.”

Yaz remained by the door, a tray of food in her hands. You held your hands up and walked further away, giving Yaz space to venture into your cushy cell. You watched her intently as she dumped the tray down on the table and swiftly march toward the door.

“You don’t like me, do you?” you asked

Yaz, who had just reached the door, gripped the handle tightly. You were almost certain that she would walk away but to your surprise she said,

“Can you blame us? Any of us?”

“Well,” you shrugged and sat down, poking at the food with the fork, “you do only know one side of the story. The Doctor didn’t make this did she?”

“No, Graham wouldn’t allow us to give you any of her cooking.”

“Make sure to thank him for me will you?”

“What do you mean, one side of the story?”

You grinned at her and pointed to the seat opposite you. After a seconds hesitation she walked over and sat down opposite you.

“Do you know why I asked to be located here?” you asked, “Near the heart of the TARDIS?”

“So you’re near the centre of it,” said Yaz, “can could possibly take control.”

“So cynical.”

“Am I wrong?”

“Yes,” you jabbed your fork at her, “tell me- how are you feeling?”

“Pissed off.”

“Besides from that.”

“Annoyed. Irritated. Frustrated.”

“Those basically mean the same thing.”

“Well that’s how I’m feeling.”

“Don’t you see how clear your mind is? What did the Doctor say before she allowed you to see me?”

“She didn’t-“

“What did she say?”

“She said…” Yaz frowned, “she said… she said to be careful.”

“And?”

“Just be careful.”

You leant back in your seat and took a bite of your food. You chewed slowly as you observed Yaz. You swallowed and said,

“Don’t you feel how freeing it is down here? Here clear your mind is?”

“I don’t feel any different.”

“I’ll admit,” you said with a soft smile, “I didn’t feel anything at first. Then, ever so slowly, you do. It’s like a fog has been lifted from your brain. You’re finally able to think for yourself.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You haven’t noticed your opinions changing? How one moment you think one thing and the next,” you clicked your fingers and smirked when Yaz jumped, “you don’t?”

“No.”

“You’re lying,” you said bluntly, “I know when people are lying Yaz and you’re terrible at it.”

“She warned me this might happen.”

“Hmm?”

“The Doctor,” Yaz tapped the side of her head, “that you’d try and get inside.”

“I’m not telepathic. I can’t read your mind or change what you think. The Doctor can though.”

“No,” Yaz stood up and shook her head, “No. I don’t believe this. This is over.”

She walked towards the door but just before she left you called,

“I’ll see you around.”

You laughed as she slammed the door behind her. Oh yes, they always acted like this at first but in the end they always saw the truth. Even if you had to manipulate it.

[firehousefreak911]

Idk if you would write this but could you do something where the reader is bobby’s daughter and she’s a doctor but he hasn’t seen her in a long time until he walks into the hospital with Buck or something?

Dad

You were working a double shift at the hospital. It had been nothing but incoming trauma for hours. You finally had a second to breathe. You were standing at the nurses desk filling out paperwork when you heard a familiar voice.

“I’m telling you I’m fine, I don’t need to be seen” you heard the man say.

The woman accompanying him responded, “Athena is already on her way, so it’s probably safer if you get checked out”

You turned around and saw the last person you expected to see, your dad. The last time you saw him was about 6 years ago when he showed up to your dorm room drunk out his mind.

The paramedic with him saw you looking over and motioned for you.

“You had got caught, cover blown “ you thought, you put on a fake smile and walk over.

“Hi, I’m Doctor…”you began when he cut you off.

“Y/n?” He said looking hopeful. He had tried many times to reach out since he got sober but you stopped trusting him and his apologies.

“You look good” you said finally looking him in the eyes.

“Do you know each other?” Asked who you figured was Hen.

“Yeah, I’m his daughter” you said. You could tell that your dad wanted to hide. He never did well in situations like this.

“So what brings you in Captain Nash?” You ask trying to push everything away, hoping it’s not the alcohol and pills again. Hen excused herself.

“The floor I was on collapsed and I landed wrong” he said holding up a wounded wrist.

“I’m 5 years clean” he said, trying to start a conversation.

“That’s good” you said not wanting to cave.

“I tried reaching out over the years” he pushed.

You we’re trying your best not to show emotion. You heard a voice outside the curtain.

“I know” you reply.

“Well I thought it would be best if you found out from me” he started and was cut off with a beautiful woman entering the area.

“Bobby? Are you ok?” She asked, grabbing his shoulder.

“Yeah, Thena, I actually want you to meet someone” Bobby looked at this woman with so much love. It was the same look he gave your mother. It shattered you.

“this is Dr. Y/n Nash, my daughter, and this is my wife, Athena” he says introducing you.

You couldn’t help it. You run from the area and find the break room.

—

“I’m sure she’ll come around Bobby” Athena said , caressing Bobby’s good hand with her free one, as she drove home. A nurse ended up coming in a finishing up with him.

“I dont know if she will Athena, it’s been 6 years since I saw her and I was so drunk I don’t remember what happened. I’ve been trying to fix it for years, I screwed up big time and I should’ve tried harder to fix it” he said

“Bobby you have paid for your mistakes and you fight like hell everyday. But maybe she just hasn’t seen that yet.” Athena said.

Bobby nodded silently.

—back at the hospital you wipe off your face and exit the break room. Maria, the nurse who took over for you, walked up to you.

“I know you don’t want to talk to him but he asked me to give you this” she handed you a piece of paper with his number on it.

After you shift you went home. You sat on your couch looking at this number. You don’t know when you dialed it. You heard it ring and you grew nervous.

“Hello?” You heard his voice say.

“Dad?” You asked.

“Y/!N?! I’m so glad you called” he cheered

“Um can we meet? I want to see you, we need to talk” you caved. You knew it was time to forgive him.

[crystlizabeth]

Till death due us part…

Paring: Severus Snape x Wife!BlackFem!reader

Summary: fights with Snape during the dark times of Hogwarts.

Warnings: swearing! Mention of child death and abuse(death eaters punishing students)!

Angst.

“No.”

“Y/n its not if i have much choice can’t you see that!” Severus hissed.

“I will not say it again. Your lap dogs will not lay a hand on my students.” You spoke your voice dangerously calm.

A sigh came from your husband, the new headmaster of the school. With Dumbledore dead and Voldemort in power things at Hogwarts went down hill. Students being brutally punished the infirmary was always full, it made you sick watching children get tortured by grown adults.

“I will continue to have my students write sentences and do chores.” You reminded.

He looked at you the look of worry because if the death eater learned I wasn’t ‘punishing’ my students the would do it to me to remind me. He didn’t want that to happen so thats how we got here, he hated watching students get hurt but there was nothing he could do about it.

“SAY SOMETHING! Merlin dont look at me like that like im in the wrong Severus THEY ARE CHILDREN!” You cried with a slam of your hand to the desk.

“I know..” thats all he had to say. He knows. You just looked as him your face completely dead no expression anymore.

“What if it was Ezekiel.”

“Do. Not. That’s different.” The mention of him made Severus break, the thought of your son who never made it, knowing he would be at Hogwarts now if he was alive.

A scoff left you, wiping your face “How.. How is it any different those students we are supposed to protect them no matter what. We were supposed to protect our son no matter what and I couldn’t, we couldn’t.” Your voice broke. The knowing you could help you son from his sickness when he was only 3, knowing what ever you did no matter how many treatments or how many doctors he saw the couldn’t help him.

“I know i don’t want this to continue but i can’t do anything about it..” Severus looked down his voice slightly broke.

“Why..” the word left your lips sickly slow.

He shook his head lifting it back up to look at you. He was keeping something from you, something you knew you didn’t want to know but you did.

“Tell me.”

“I cannot..”

“Tell me.” You said stepping to him, his eyes still connected with yours.

“I…I can’t..” he voice was weak. So many things went through your head, so many Bad thoughts. You knew it was bad when he disconnected his eyes from yours not being able to look at you. His breath shuttered slightly trying to contain himself.

“I am your Wife.” You cried quietly.

“For better, for worse, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until we are parted by death.” the vows left your lips.

“Dose non of that mean anything to you anymore? I am here for you i know danm well what i got my self into when I married you 16 years ago, I knew the sacrifices and dangers of becoming your wife Severus.” Your eyes filled with tears.

“Dose he plan to kill me if you disobey him.” You knew he would be punished but never killed he was to valuable to Voldemort.

“No..” his muttered “But he will torment you then leave you to forget me. To hate me. Keep me alive knowing i have no way back to you. He knows your all i have… and that i would be nothing.. nothing without you Y/n. You are my wife a woman I spoke an unbreakable vow to a vow with meaning.” He voice was frail, fragile like glass just ready to be broken.

You looked at your husband comprehending what he just confessed to you. You didn’t say anything, not a word. You walked over to him grabbing his face lightly bringing it dow to you he melted into your touch his face in the nape of your neck moving your braids behind your shoulders as hot tears came from his eyes feeling them upon your skin. Your thumbs creasing his face as you held him gently.

“Were in this together my love..” your voice cracked, moving his face so he was looking as you, pulling him in giving him a soft kiss.

“Till death due us part.” He spoke as you pulled away.

[tonberry-yoda]

Headcanons of Baetiste (Baptiste) please I'm begging I'm on my knees for this hot doctor 🥺🥺

say no more because AWOOOOGAAAA. see it's funny tho cuz you sent this to me right when i was playing a round with a baptiste lmao

this man is a real life teddy bear, so because of that, expect a lot of hugs, kisses, and cuddles

mans is your personal doctor. if you feel like something, anything, is wrong, go to him and he will have the answer and the cure

he thinks you're so cute, so he will always squish your cheeks and give you little kisses

call him hot, stare at his muscles, mans deserves it and you get a nice view in the process frfr

play with his hair, he would love that

he loves buying you presents, and by presents i mean throw blankets and pillows so yall have something new to cuddle with

have i mentioned that this man loves cuddles???

HIS KISSES ARE LITERALLY SO GOOD OMG

like so sweet and soft and GOOOOOD

he owns like 150 onesies change my mind

and has the cutest boxers ever

like the ones with the hearts, rubber ducks, etc. you think it's so cute fr

snores, but not like dad snores, just like cute little soft snoring that never bothers you

this man will force you to come to bed

your sleeping schedule becomes the best it's ever been when you start dating him lol

he also smells really good

like manly and perfumy at the same time

you dont care what it is, he just smells really good making his hugs 10x better somehow

i feel like he has a little french bulldog, i just feel it in my veins

so in that case, he will always take you and his dog on nice walks and his dog definitely loves you

loves late night walks

just overall loves walking with you as long as you're holding his hand the whole time

also is a fantastic cook??? like literally every meal is SO GOOD

mans feeds you well and helps you get good sleep what more could you ask for???

~~~~~

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@tonberry-yoda

[justageneralsimpindeed]

Shigaraki with AMAB!Nomu!Reader

Tw:kinda au ,Switch!shigaraki , pain kink , choking kink , size kink, punishment kink , unprotected sex,dacriphilia, moster-fucking?corruption kink,fluff,sexual harassment (mentioned not by shigaraki),sex dungeon,spoilers I guess.Let me know if I missed anything and sorry for not posting for so long.

What distinguished you from the other nomus is how diffrent you look and your general personality.

You still follow orders,but your a sweetheart behind closed doors.

Shigaraki has found you on the table just hissing at a spider halfway across the room.

He found it amusing but was getting slightly annoyed at the mess you were making so he looks at the spider and goes pale.

A redback spider but he was going to get rid of it , no matter how much you cry for him to stay away from it.

He ends up being bitten,going to the "hospital" for the bite comes back and there is a hole in the floor.

Kurogiri can't handle you and that's a fact.The moment he lays eyes off you,you manage to scratch furniture,knock a glass of a table with full intention,sprawl yourself across the couch where he was about to sit and give a random civillian a generational asswooping to try and make shigaraki feel better.

Shigaraki often keeps you hidden after the USJ incident.Not like he took you out before but yeah

General public without him is a nono.

However he did get you a bunny (because it reminds him off you.never sitting still) to make you feel better about walking past the same wall over and over.

Your the doctor's failed nomu and that all of a sudden gave you the title as shigaraki's soulmate.

You act alot like mon , your very playful,your there when hes frustrated and you give the best cuddles, he also gives you head scrathes.This is whay he intitailly thinks of when he develops feelings for you.Pet love.

Boy was he wrong.

Whenever he comes back home your jumping onto him and shigaraki doesnt really care if anything he will throw a tantrum about how he wasn't crushed to death by his favouite creature.

Does tease you a lot when you get flustered at vulgar topics.

You can be put in time out for the bullshit you do and you will go to timeout squeezing the life out of shigaraki.

Around others you turn feral and by doing so you make him feel special.

When toga and dabi went at shigaraki when he first attacked them you were bearing your teeth kurogiri couldn't even warp your hand away from dabis throat in time.

And all toga sees is death glare armin style and eyes that scream I can show you the pearly whites of heaven dont think I wont use an equal rights equal lefts.

Your completely silent,and from that point on you learned dont fuck around,and you still might find out.Toga complained to shigaraki why you didn't take her seriously he explained that dabi had a long ranged quirk and thats why you felt threatened.

You take turns spoiling the shit out of each other.

Pillow fights,play fights,food fights you name it.

He'll sometimes get intoxicated and kiss you just after drinking so the alcohol goes to you.

You have infact shoplifted a store in broad daylight.What did they loose:pet food,video games,all the snacks and a shopping cart as that was your means of escape.

Yes shigaraki was in the shopping cart one foot on the edge posing like a pirate with the stolen good while you pushed the shopping cart away from the crime scene.

White haired shigaraki acts a little more on pda something pre liberation arc shigaraki would be flustered about.

Sits on your lap only when your in private.

When he is made leader of the paranormal liberation army he makes it clear that you are his and his alone.

He has you at the front,your cheek resting on his thigh with his hand ontop of your head.

Why?

To make it clear your ass is his and only his.

The first time shigaraki shows sexual intrest in you, is your first time outside alone and exactly why your not allowed in public anymore.

Your his and everyone is gonna shut up and accept that.

You ended up walking near a club while returning to the base with rabbit food and some new games for shigaraki (some of them shigaraki already had)because heros where dealing with a villian attack on the street you would of taken.

Lets just say some workers were on their break ,saw a muscular dude walking by who is atleast 6'6" and wanted a piece of that.

They are very persistent on you coming home with them and even taking them all on.

But all you do is shake your head as shigaraki said not to talk to strangers.

A stripper even had the audacity to pull you in by the belt and she wasn't letting go,according to her thoughs she could turn gay men straight .

Not with you.

She didn't expect to be backhanded by shigaraki who had stalked you not actually trusting the world.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS-"

"He's mine"

Hes pulling you away by the hand as he disintegrates the stripper with the other.

He is silent the entire way even when you try to apologise for getting into trouble.

NSFW

By the time you get home with shigaraki,your eye are puffy from the tears of frustration because of your unanswered pleas for forgiveness. Shigaraki still grips onto your hand tight as ever ,minus a finger, and pulls you into the base.As you go up the stairs behind shigaraki,you feel each individual step boost your anxiety.You wonder what hes going to do to you this time.

Normally he'd give you a harsh slap on the ass,refuse to give you attention,or even steal your bunny's attention from you.But you don't known why but this time feels different. Your so locked in on your thoughts that you don't even realise your past the bar and in the hallway where shigaraki's room is. Your watching his fingers as they began to bruise the skin off your wrist with the other fiddling with a key unlocking the door before he violently pushes the door open,pulling you in and tripping you up onto the bed as the guiding light of your one exit disappears .

You stumble over words ,becoming a stuttering mess as shigaraki presses a knee down onto your crotch."Hmmm soft,so you really weren't tempted?" He says with a smug ,teasing look on his face.He then walks over to the door and locks it,already fumbling with the zip of his pants.

You quickly catch on and you begin to whimper you cock slowly going hard,which causes shigaraki to pause before having the most shit eating grin."You like that Y/N~"he teases which earns him the response of you flustered, propped up on your elbows,fingers digging into the sheets and vigorously shaking your head.

You feel your pants suddenly yanked down to your ankles,your cock peeking out of your boxers waistband."Liar.You know what happens to bad boys~"His raspy voice scolds. "Not bad boy..."you whimper quietly as you attempt to close your legs together to mask your hard on. A harsh slap lands on your thigh as shigaraki slips of his pants and he begins to make his way on top of you. "Tell me the truth brat."as he positions his ass at your face.You blush wildly ,his hands working on your boxers as he waits for a response. You stutter profusely but in the end you mumble out "Want make master feel good."

Shigaraki hums as he motions to you what to do,and in the end your toungue is fucking him out and bringing him to tears.Silently begging for release he pushes ass further into you skilled mouth,bending over slightly to take your dick into his mouth. The sudden feeling of his tounge sucking the tip of your cock, having to resort to use his hands to stroke what he can't suck, has something feral grow inside you. A deep groan escapes your lips causing you to buck your hips as the sound causes shigaraki's hole to tighten around your tounge.Fingers imprint in a bluish marks on his ass from the sheer strength of your grip.

"H-hey,hey!Ease down!Y/N!"his command comes out as a shuddering whine that has you bucking your hips into his hand and your hands only grabbing on harder.

Shigaraki lets out a high pitched cry as you bury your face in his ass,giving your already long enough tounge ,much more access to abuse is prostrate.Your legs tense as shigaraki begins to resume sucking you off,every moan reverberated to your cock ,leaving the very thin silk thread of restraint even thinner.You begin to stretch out his ass with your thick fingers one of your hands going to his leaking cock,every touch a ghosts kiss teasing the arrival of ecstasy. "Ah!Oh fuck~"a obscene groan falling from his lips causing resistance to finally snap.

You had completely taken control,although whimpering and whining like a bitch in heat.Within in seconds your ontop of him hands on either side of his head,and you humping widly against his cock.The friction both bringing the worst in you.He squirms,cock twitching at a feeling he has never felt before ."Nuhh~no.nonoNo!Inside I want you Inside!"a loud moan leaves his shaking lips as he pushes away from you to,then guiding your cock to his aching hole.Hips rut into him and he yelps clawing at your back still trying to not decay you ; as if tearing bloody lines on the large space you call a back is any better.

The pain of your cock tearing up his ass blends into pleasure.Shigaraki looks up to you through his tears as he sees you pull you torso away from to take off your shirt ,muscles bulging as you flex.If it was possible he'd be twice as hard now.A desprate cry leaves shigaraki's chapped lips ,making them split and bleed,you push yourself closer than before that he might suffocate from your presence.

"AH!hmphhh ahh fuck Y/n like that!Good boy~Please-" his words trail of before being cut off from your smooth lips gliding over his,the difference of texture leaves him closer to euphoria.As your thrust become harder,his hips now turning purple from you the weight of you large hands,he begins to crumble underneath you.His hair is light blue hair sprawled across the bed,lashes thick with tears but barely thick enough to hide the rubies in his eyes.His sickly skin flushing and sweaty,lips parted into an o shaped lips bleeding as he whines out a small moan. "Ah-mmh~yea like that-haa~fuck!" yelping out as you pummel his prostare,four of his fingers clutching to your shoulders.Your lips meet ,tongues slipping between eachothers lips in a rushed embrace.

Forget cant walk for a week he was bed ridden couldn't even move for nearly a month.

More often than not its actually you who initiates sex.

You simply pick him up walk to his room and R I P that bussy ayyy.

Pre liberation arc shigaraki is a bottom in denial.Very sexual towards you to find out that the moment he can move from his bed that had to be replaced because you mauled him through that shit,hes stuck to a wheelchair.

Everyone knows.

Post liberation arc shigaraki can sound proof them walls as much as he wants,it just spurs you on to make him scream louder.

Tight clothes gets him horny,attention gets you horny so in other words you two fuck like rabbits.

He's a bit of a pillow princess because even if he doesn't want to because his brain normally becomes scrambled the moment you put your cock in.

He does sometimes top but he has to tie you up if that happens and I mean really tie you up like screw ropes.HE NEEDS CHAINS BOLTED TO THE GROUND AND A LEASH TO CONTAIN YOU.

Literally has a sex dungeon and thats all you need to know.Every toy and weird ass device you can think of is down there and has been used atleast three times.

Aftercare is actually really sweet.Contains lots of cuddling,showering together,kisses and watching his favourite anime.

He loves you to death and when the war happens and he finds out you were captured.He breaks free of all for one almost instantly just for a moment so he can save you and hug you one last time before he's under afo's control.

[abbyslev]

Recently found your blog and freaking love your AOT stuff!! If you're down for angst (and possibly comfort nsfw alongside it, dealer's choice lol), might I suggest comforting either Sasha or Hange after you get seriously hurt, or possibly even after they thought they lost you (ie. You vanished in the fight and they thought you'd died). I just need them to get some comfort after the shit canon did to them both 😂

𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝒀𝑶𝑼- 𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬 & 𝑺𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑨 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

A/N: thank you for this ask angel! I was excited to write this. haha i made it all angst and fluff, i hope you dont mind! I ended up doing this for Sasha and Hange, since i am deeply attached to both and like to pretend nothing happened to them! anyway, i hope you enjoy!

WARNINGS: fear of losing someone, overprotective hange, mentions of injuries and ahhh i think thats it! lightly proofread

HANGE

      It was an expedition, that’s all. Hange stuck you next to Levi, giving you their big speech as always.

       “You stay next to Levi, and you listen to him. If you get hurt, you find him or me and don’t try to play hero, understand?” They fixed your gear, pressing a kiss to your forehead.  You nod your head, following your Captain.

       That’s how it always went, and no matter how many losses, you always survived. It was in your nature, and also Levi scolding you every five seconds, not wanting to get yelled at by Hange. Nothing ever went wrong. 

        That was until today's expedition, where an abnormal came running towards your squad, snatching up a recruit. Their haunting screams reached your ears. Your neck snapped, looking up at the poor kid. She was so young, waving her blade around, deafening shrieks leaving her raw throat. 

          You couldn’t let her die. You couldn’t hand the parents her uniform with an apology. You were a leader, not someone who let their comrades get slaughtered. You stood up on your horse, preparing your gear. 

      “Get down! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Levi yelled from beside you. “Watch the rest, I'll be back!” You soar in the air, holding your blades in a tight grip. The titan opened its mouth, bringing the young cadet towards it. You slice its jaw open, before going for the nape. The titan fell to its knees, dropping the girl. 

     You grab her mid-air, landing on a nearby tree. The girl gripped onto your cape, apologies spilling from her mouth. “Hey, are you hurt?” You push her hair back, looking at her up and down. “No! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to! I freaked out!” She cried into your chest. “It’s okay, as long as you’re not hurt, it’s okay. You ride with me, okay?” You grab her waist, flying through the trees to find your squad. 

        You spot them, as soon as you feel the trees shaking. “Fuck.” You look behind you. Another abnormal. “You stick with Levi, and I'll be back soon.” You fly down, setting the girl down. She gripped the reins, watching you leave. Her face was twisted with fear, she was afraid that you would get hurt. 

      You fly past the titan, cutting it from its legs up. Your blades tore through its nape, falling down with a roar. You stand on top of its steaming body, looking around for any more titans. Silence. You fly through the trees once again, finally sticking with another person's squad, warning them of the two titans you took down.

-

         “Hey, Cadet.” You walk through the doors. The young girl’s face lit up, tears brimming her eyes.

        “You’re alive! Thank you for saving me!” She stood up, staggering towards you. “Is your leg ok?” Before she could answer, the doctor handed her crutches. “Her leg twisted wrong.” “I swear I didn't feel it until after.” She frowned. “S’okay, as long as you're alive.” You sigh, leaning against the medical bed. 

       “Section Commander, Hange is looking for you!” A young recruit came in, saluting to you. “Oh, where are they?” You walk towards them, eyebrows furrowed. “Follow me, Miss!” They turn around. You could tell they were shaken up by something. 

       You two approached the stables, where there was a small argument between two people. It was Levi and Hange. “She’ll be back soon.” Levi muttered. “You said you would watch over her!” Hange waved their hands around. “And leave the rest behind? Hange, they made that decision themselves and they are strong enough to come back.” “They’ve been missing four hours!” Hange pressed their hands against their ears, chest heaving up and down.

        “Hange?” You called from behind the Cadet. Hange’s neck snapped towards your direction, worried face smoothing out. “Oh my god.”  They rushed towards you, arms bringing you into a crushing hug. You wrapped your arms around them, laughing. 

       “Don’t ever pull that shit again, ever.” Hange growled in your ear, lips pressing against your neck to where your pulse is. “You scared me.” Hange had one arm around your neck, the other running their fingers through the roots of your hair. “I didn’t want her to die, she was so young and scared.” You mutter. 

      “And that’s worth more than you? I’m sorry, but I need you more than I need anyone else. No one is worth more than you, so for you to act reckless and take care of it instead of letting Levi was just stupid of you. I’m proud of you, but do you know what you would have done to me if you died?” 

       Hange held your face in between their hands, making you look straight into their brown eyes. “I love you, and you are all I have left. Please, don't ever leave me.” Hange whispered. “I love you, too. I just had to save her, Hange.” You push their hair back, eyes softening. “But you are all of me, and I cannot lose you. So please, promise me you wont ever put yourself in danger again.” Hange pleaded. “Okay.” You leaned into their chest, hugging them again. “Remind me to keep yelling at Levi after this.” Hange slipped their hand in yours, walking back to the group.

SASHA

Sasha approached Connie and Jean, eyes brimming with tears and fingers in her mouth, biting her nails.

“Any luck?” Jean asked her. “N-no. Eren said she was lost when the abnormal scattered their group. Oh, what if she got eaten?” Sasha leaned against the boxes filled with artillery. “Miche’s squad is out there gathering people, maybe she’ll come up. Don’t worry, Sasha.” Connie rubbed her back, eyeing Jean for help. They weren't the best at comforting. “They've been gone for a while now, I doubt they will find her. Stupid abnormal.” She laid her head down, quiet sniffles coming from her.

That's when Miche showed up, followed by a bunch of injured people. In his arms was none other than the person Sasha needed to see. You. Your face was scratched up and you had a wound around your waist area. Your eyes were closed, head leaned against Miche’s chest. “Psst, Sasha,” Connie nudged her. “Stop.” Sasha cried, quiet whimpers leaving her mouth. “I think I found her.” Connie poked her again. Sashas head snapped up, wiping her blurry eyes. She spotted you, a smile growing by the second.

Miche set you down by the medics, explaining your injuries. “Is she ok?” Sasha tried to get past Miche as the medics took you away. Jean and Connie followed Sasha, concerned on their faces. Miche reached an arm out to keep Sasha from running after you. “She's unconscious, but she's breathing. You will be notified when you are allowed to see her.” Miche patted her shoulder before walking away. The boys left to get food as Sasha sat outside your room, slowly sleeping against the door frame.

-

“Miss Braus. She's ready for you.” The nurse peeked her head out, waving Sasha in. She stood up quickly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

You laid on the bed, arm bandaged and sleepy eyes meeting hers. “Hi, baby!” Sasha ran towards you, tackling you in a hug. “Sash…ribs. Ow.” You flinch. “Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn’t mean to!” She jumped back. “It's okay, you didn't know.” You tried to give her a spot, but the bed was small. Sasha sat by your legs, One hand holding yours, the other rubbing up and down your leg. “How bad are you hurt?” Her eyebrows furrowed. 

“Broken shoulder, broken ribcage and concussion. So I'm going to be out for a bit.” You sigh. “I'm sorry, I should have been there to watch over you.” Sasha played with your fingers, frowning. “No, the titan came to us. You did nothing wrong.” You smile at her. She tenderly touched your cheek, tracing over the red scratches. “I was worried sick. Jean and Connie went to go look for you while I checked in with every person I knew. I thought I lost you.” Sasha leaned her head into your hand. 

“I cannot lose you.” Sasha pressed her lips against your wrist, feeling your pulse. “I should have been more careful.” You opened your hand, resting it against Sasha’s soft face. “It's fine, you are here now, but next time you have to be sharp, ok? I’m gonna ask if you can be in my squad. I just can't think when you're not with me.” Sasha went back to rubbing your leg. 

“Is everyone else okay?” You tilt your head to rest on the pillows. “Yeah, you were the only one missing out of us. I almost lost it.” “I can't lose you either.” “You won't. We stay and we don't ever leave each other.” Sasha leaned in, placing a kiss on your lips. “I'm hungry.” She leaned back, before pressing a kiss to your lips. “I heard they serve stuffed potatoes.” Sasha smiled, before standing up. “I’ll be back, with food. I love you. Stay here.” “Be quick.” You mutter, watching her leave with a smile on your face. 

[frenziedslashers]

i just loved ur rhys fic so much, ur such a good weiter and one of the few i see him writen in character. i dont have a specific request just- anything you come up with for this man im so depraved of my bb🥹🥹🥹

I appreciate this sm and am so glad that you guys are enjoying my Rhys content and overall just my Borderlands stuff 😭😭 That truly makes me so happy <3 I apologize if this isn't the best. I hit a mini writers' block tonight and I'm mad about it 😤 but I still wanted to post something lmao

Tell Me About Life On Pandora

"Doctor," Rhys called out to you in the hallway. Sprinting in order to catch up with you. The holler of your title and the quick motion caused you to turn with a worried expression plastered on your face. "Yeah?" your voice was a bit weary, quiet too. A lot quieter than it normally was, and Rhys took notice of that. He took notice of anything unusual that was going on with you. He always did, and probably always would as long as you were in his life.

He was panting a little when he reached you. He needed to work out more, really. This was pathetic, he was the CEO of Atlas and wore out from a light jog? That wasn't the point right now, though. "Hey, I haven't seen you around lately, is everything okay?" If anyone had overheard him they would have been jealous. Rhys never really went out of his way to check on specific employees of his. He was always either too busy or anxious to do so, but he was never too busy for you. He was always making sure that you were happy and all right. Plus, to make sure that you always had everything that you needed in your lab. You were one of his best scientists, after all.

You pursed your lips, brow worrying a little. Truthfully, you weren't all right, but you didn't want to go telling your boss that. Even if he was friendly with you, and you did consider him to be a friend. You still hated opening up to him. It felt wrong in a work situation. If you were outside fo work it might be a little different, but that wasn't the case.

"Yeah, everything's fine," you spoke, forcing a smile, though your eyes betrayed you. He spoke your name, frowning a little, and took a small step closer to you. "Are you sure? If you need a break from work, I won't be mad. I used to work under a CEO before, you know? I get how stressful everything can be." He told you with a lopsided smile, and you returned the smile. This time it was a little less forced. You even felt a little relieved by his words. "Thank you, sir." "Please, just call me Rhys." He was always telling you that, but again. It felt weird to you. Like you were crossing a boundary even if he told you it was okay.

The two of you stood there for a moment more before you heard your Echo go off. "Doc, we got an issue with the project," you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. "I'll be there in a moment. Please... Just scavenge whatever pieces you can from the device. We might have to start from scratch... Again." "Copy that."

You took a deep breath before looking back up to Rhys with a tired smile. "Well, Rhys, I have to get back to work. I'll see you around?" You spoke, a hopeful glint in your voice, and he nodded. "Yeah! Yeah, of course. You know where to find me if you need anything, too." You nodded, smiling at the man. "Thank you," he nodded, watching as you walked off with a sigh. He wished that he knew how to help you more.

The next few days were a lot for you. Rhys would wander the halls when he had time. Hoping that he would catch you doing the same, but he never did. The third day of not seeing you had him a little worried, as well. You normally always had the same schedule. You'd work from when you clocked in, until about thirteen hundred when you would go and eat. Then around thirteen-forty-five, you would be back in the lab. Working on work until you took your break around sixteen-thirty. Which was typically when he would catch you and chat with you for a little while.

The swish of the door opening didn't grab your attention. Your face was buried in notes that were spread across the table. Sighing deeply as you scribbled out new blueprints for the gun that you were working on for the company. "No wonder you have a headache almost every day," his voice made you jump. Turning quickly to look up at him. A hand gripping at the pencil in your hand, the other reaching for where you used to carry your gun when you worked on Pandora. You had been working under Rhys for nearly three years now, and yet you were still used to the ways of that hell site. Still used to defending yourself from bandits and other companies.

You raced to your feet, staring at Rhys with wide eyes, unable to say anything. He smiled at first, finding it a little amusing that he scared you, but once he realized how freaked out you looked, he looked more worried than you'd ever seen. "Shit, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." You still couldn't speak. You were moments from a mental breakdown before this, and the mix of being stressed and the memories of working on Pandora made your whole body shut down and go into lockdown mode. Trembling while you stared at Rhys with fearful eyes. "Hey, what's going on? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He tried to reach out to touch your arm. Hesitating when you flinched and your eyes clenched shut. "I'm sorry," you spoke with a shaky voice, and that only made his frown deepen.

He didn't realize how stressed you had been lately. Nor how easily frightened you were. Sure, you were always jumpy, but jeez. This was new. He didn't know what to do, really. "Hey, don't apologize, you did nothing wrong." His voice was soft and assuring. Reaching out to pull you in for a hug. "Hey, everything's all right, I'm here. Nothing can hurt you," He muttered to you, his heart racing a little when you hugged him back. Arms quickly raced to wrap around his body while you cried into his chest.

He was aware of the effects that Pandora took on you. You had warned him before you started working for him that you had PTSD from all of the situations you were in down there, but he never expected to invoke a trauma response out of you. "Hey, why don't we go to my office? It's safe there, we can sit down, okay?" He spoke, and you nodded. Allowing him to take you back to the safety of his office.

You were both thankful that it wasn't a long walk from your lab to there. His arm wrapped tightly around your shoulders and he opened the door and led you inside. Shutting it behind you both before pulling you over to a sofa on the side.

You were quick to leach back onto him. Hiding your face in his chest while he leaned back and held onto you. One hand was placed on the back of your head while the other rubbed at your back. "Hey, you're safe now, I won't let anything happen to you." "You promise?" He pursed his lips at your question. "I promise." Why wouldn't he? All he wanted for you was the best.

The two of you were silent for a moment. Just staring into one another's eyes before he awkwardly broke the silence. Clearing his throat with a sigh while turning his head to look over at his desk. Worried that he might be overstepping boundaries with you. "Well, uh, if you ever want to talk about- any of it- I'm here. I know how traumatizing Pandora can be," he chuckled, and you raised a brow. You hadn't realized that he had been on the face of that shitty place before. "Really? Why were you there?" You questioned, leaning back against the sofa. Your body turned to face him. Wanting to listen to what he had to say, wiping the tears from your face as you tried to keep calm.

Rhys pondered, thinking of how he could word why he was there. Should he tell the truth? Or lie and act like he was never actually there. "A vault key," he muttered, without even realizing it. He was as shocked as you were to hear those words leave his lips. "Were you a Vault Hunter?" You asked, a glint of excitement in your eyes. This would be one of your coolest discoveries yet. "Ha, no, that's funny though." He laughed, leaning his back against the sofa. Turning his head to look over at you with a smile. "Do you think I'd pass as one? Be honest," "No," he frowned, sighing. "What? You told me to tell the truth. It's not that I don't think you could handle yourself, Mr. Strongfork, it's just.." He watched you with an intent and curious gaze. "You're too considerate of the people around you." He smiled, nodding his head. That was one of the reasons he got into so much trouble on Pandora in the first place.

"Well, can you tell me about it? What it was like looking for the key?" You asked, and he nearly said no. He hates discussing the topic, but when he looked over at you. Just the dreamy and curious gaze in your eyes had him agreeing to tell you his story. "Yeah, but it's a long story," "Well, you could tell me part of it now, and then finish it later when you have the time." He smiled, enjoying that idea. It'd give him more time with you, at least. "Deal."

He started the story that night with you. Telling you everything he went through on Helios, with Vaughn, and Yvette, and Vasquez. How he found out the man was looking for a Vault Key after demoting poor Rhys to the status of Janitor. You were shocked, to say the least. You never expected Rhys' history to sound anything like this. You weren't sure what you had expected to hear, but certainly not this.

You watched as he told the story with his hands. Moving them and using his voice to convey the emotions of each event almost too well. You couldn't take your eyes off him the whole event. Not that you really wanted to, anyways.

"And then we made it to this race track. We had to wear bandit masks in order to race with them, you know... So they wouldn't shoot us- It was crazy! I was certain I was going to die there. But, after our cover was blown, and we did our damnest to get that briefcase back. We were saved by none other than Zer0 himself." Rhys told you with a grin, noticing how wide your eyes got. "So, that's how you met him? He saved you?" He nodded his head. "Well, he didn't mean to, he was just there to kill the lead bandit guy. I can't remember his name, DJ something." Rhys shrugged, and you smiled. "That's so... Awesome." He chuckled, finally relaxing his body once more. His hands in his lap while looking over at you. "Yeah, you think so?" "I know so. My time at Pandora wasn't anything like that. Sure, we were trained to fight if Bandits tried to break into the facility, but we never went out of our way to do stuff like that. That sounds exciting, heroic, almost." He turned his head away from you with a smile, trying to hide the bashful look on his face. "Well, jeez, thanks, I think?" "Well, what happened next?"

He wanted to tell you, he really did, but he knew if he kept talking the two of you would be there all night. Looking at his watch with a sigh as he noticed the time. "I think we better continue it tomorrow," the sigh that you let out after hearing his words made him snicker. Glancing at you with a hum, "Well, I'll come get you after I get done with my work tomorrow, how about that?" You nodded, moving so you could stand to your feet. Rhys doing the same. "I'll see you then?" He knew you would say yes, but he wanted to hear it from you. His smile growing when you agreed to see him again tomorrow to hear more about his life story. He never realized how useful this information would be in order to talk to you.

These meetings between the two of you carried on for the next week. Rhys telling you a chapter of his life before sending you home. Both of you came back to his office the next day to continue. You had more and more questions for him each day. Even a few compliments and praises here or there for how heroic he sounded. Which only fueled his ego and made him glance away from you while smiling sheepishly.

"After we defeated the Vault Monster, we got Gortys back. Loaderbot and her were happy and together again," you smiled, cheering silently in your head. "We healed up Sasha, too," he smiled faintly, staring at his hands in his lap. "Then Fiona and I left the group to run back for the Vault. What we saw inside," he chuckled, leaning back to stare at the ceiling of his office. "I can't even explain it. It was so cool, awesome, and mind-blowing. Everything was alien like. Nothing like anything I've ever seen before." He told you, a little dazed as he remembered it all.

"What happened with you and Sasha?" You blurted, truly curious, but you regretted asking it when you noticed how he seemed to recoil. His dreamy smile quickly fading, his whole demeanor shifting as he sat up properly on the sofa. Staring at his hands in his lap again. "Well, she moved on. She told me she didn't think she could continue a life with someone who used to work for Hyperion. Someone who had.." He paused, he was going to mention how Handsome Jack was in his head. How he didn't tell them about it until the very last moment. But he hadn't told you yet, worried that you would hate him for it and leave him just like she had. "Had what, Rhys?" Your voice soothed him a little, but he was still so anxious. "I had a monster inside me, okay? I wasn't me when all of that went down. When we found the Atlas facility that was abandoned, with Cassius in it. I plugged myself into this, thing. I ended up downloading an AI into my system and well.. I didn't tell anyone who or what it was until it nearly killed me and the rest of them. She tried to forgive me, but she mostly dated me out of pity after it all." He sighed.

You could tell how much it all bothered him. Not wanting to touch further on the subject if he didn't want to. You weren't sure what to say, so you reader out. Placing your hand on top of his own. You were a little worried he might flinch away, tell you to leave his office or to not touch him, but he didn't. He seemed to relax under your touch. Eyes watching your hand, closely. Turning his palm upright so he could intertwine his fingers with yours. The action making your insides burn.

"I'm glad she and I didn't work out for that long, though." You hummed, watching him closely. "How come?" He paused, thinking of what to say. "Well, I think I found someone better." He told you, turning his head slowly in order to look at you. His eyes meeting yours with a soft gaze. You were certain he was referring to you, but you weren't one hundred percent sure. Your body burning up under the tension that was forming between the both of you. You wanted to ask if it was you, but again. You had no idea how to ask or what to say. It wasn't until his eyes fell onto your lips that you were sure it was you.

"And who's that?" You asked with a small smile, and he chuckled. A flush spread over his face as he gulped. Rethinking his word choice and the predicament he was currently in with you. He fought through his worries, though, focusing on your lips and then your eyes while thinking of how to word what he wanted to say. "Well, they're in this room, and it's not me." You pondered, looking around as if it weren't obvious. "Is Zer0 in the room with us?" Rhys let out a laugh, bringing his mechanical hand up to cover his lips. "Has anyone ever told you that you're adorably hilarious?" He asked with a wide grin, to which you shook your head. Allowing him to tug you closer to him by your hands. "Do I have permission to maybe kiss you? If that's all right? If not, I get it, I'm your boss, it's frowned upon, I'm weird, and-" You were quick to grab him by his face. Pulling him in for a kiss that you had grown to want just as badly as he did. A surprised 'humph!' left his lips as you did so, but he was quick to kiss back. His own hands resting on the sides of your face as well.

"You never told me what you found in the Vault," you muttered once the both of you had pulled back from the kiss. Rhys' eyes fluttered open to stare at you with that same dreamy gaze from before. Pondering for a moment while his thumbs brushed over your cheeks. "Well, when we opened it we found a bunch of valuable items. Money, Eridium, Weapons, you name it. It's how I was able to afford to revive Atlas." "Was it worth it?" Rhys squeezed your hand. A soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he leaned in, his lips nearly touching yours once more. "Well, yeah. Without it, I probably would have never met you."

[maddestmewmew]

1 3 9 26 29..... White woman group+your dst

THAT IS AN INSANE AMOUNT OF CHARACTERS AND NOT EVEN ALL THE WHITE WOMEN ARE MINE okay lets do this SIGH (very excited) its going under a cut bc thats So Much so ill put the link here

LITERALLY ONLY FARTY. its martin from the magnus archives but if he sounded more feminine kind of. also i guess weveline technically bc its just eveline from resident evil

GOD. OK LETS DO THIS.

barbie has two playlists and both of them only have one song in them and its final girl by grave yard guy Both Times. and yet this doesnt match her AT ALL the real answer is "we dont want your body" by STARS.

sunny is painfully horrifically easy its the fnaf 2 song. you know the one.

FERTILIZER MY SWEET..I DONT KNOW. MAGIC 8 BALL TRY AGAIN LATER

BUNNY BELOVED AHEHAUHDUHEDUH HALF OF THE SONGS BY THE MOUNTAIN GOATS. AUDIT BY WEEVILDOING. ANY OSNG ABT DIVORCE IN GENERAL. THE CONCEPT OF DIVORCE. THE CONCEPT OF BEING A DEADBEAT DAD WHO IS A WOMAN.

god what fucking dst do i have uhh WISH.. please please please let me get what i want by the smiths

waggish is that one trollolololol song from like 2011 or some shit

weveline is "my happy ending" by kidz bop

when is "i want you" by mitski

warden is "the comfort of a laugh track" by roar

west is "kiss me you animal" by burn the ballroom

GOD THERE ARE SO FUCKING MANY UHH WHINNEAS KISS ME SON OF GOD I THINK THATS ALL OF THEM im only on question 2

URGHH SCOUT YOU ARE KILLING ME HERE.

BARBIE WORKS OUT CONSTANTLY AND SEES A DOCTOR EVERY FIVE SECONDS AND HAVING A COLD IS TORTURE FOR HER

SUNNY DOESNT ACTIVELY WORK OUT BUT SHES KIND OF RIPPED ANYWAY BECAUSE SHES ALWAYS LIFTING HEAVY OBJECTS FOR WORK AND ALSO LOVES HELPOING PEOPLE MOVE SHIT AROUND..HER ASS DOES NOT HAVE INSURANCE IF SHE BREAKS HER LEG SHES LIKE WELL. ILL HOP ON ONE FOOT

FERTILIZER WOULD BE A PILE OF TWIGS IF SHE WASNT FAT . ZERO MUSCLE. SHE DOES NOT STRETCH EITHER EVER . DOESNT GO ON WALKS . ALSO NO INSURANCE BUT IF SHE GETS A COLD SHES LIKE aouhh..im dying..

BUNNY looks you up and down. you know.

WISH was in hell for like however long and got whatever physique you get from being in hell for so long i dont nkow. but OUTSIDE of the constant/neighborhood they like doing yoga :]

WAGGISH rides horses and thats it. they ride horses. good at riding horses.

WEVELINE is like ten or some shit but shes also emo. she excersizes by playing warrior cats and swinging for 5 hours while imagining anime amvs

WARDEN is like sixteen or some shit but hes also emo. he excersizes by kicking rocks on the way to school while imagining anime amvs

WEST is a fucking camp counselor slash scout leader and insane. she likes hiking and white water rafting and Sport. whats wrong with her

WHINNEAS sits on athrone and he sits there

EASY ROUND none. for any of them. i dont think abt flowers ever in my life

ALRIGHT THIS ONE IS FUN BUT IT FEELS LAME TO DESCRIBE A BUNCH OF MOODBOARDS SO ILL JUST MAKE THEM AND POST THEM LATER MAYBE DONT COUNT ON IT

[pastanest]

if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @iamburdened - thanks so much!! ♡

Spencer Reid x she/her!reader

The King Of Wishful Thinking

Spencer Reid had been in love before, he knew the symptoms as well as he did any other sickness. He could tell that it had started the first day he saw you, much to his dismay. Hotch introduced you to the team as his PA, but added that the title was vague because you were going to help out any member of the team who needed it. All of the boring parts of the job, filing and other office-based tasks that the rest of the team dreaded. While the profilers went away on cases, you kept all of their things in order back at Quantico, and you’d stay late to make sure you were there to give them a full report when they got back. You were efficient from the get go, a lifesaver amongst the team when you offered to take their piles of paperwork and sort them. But, of course, the one person who didnt need help with any paperwork was the one person more desperate than any other to speak to you.

At first, you offered Spencer help as much as you offered everyone else, but after he stumbled through the politest rejections you’d ever experienced, and the team continually joking that he definitely didnt need help, you stopped offering to avoid irritating him. He had hoped that the lack of communication would extinguish the fire you’d lit within him, but oh, how wrong he was.

“Good morning Doctor Reid!” You called gleefully as you entered the building, your eyes immediately landing on Spencer, who sat at his desk idly writing out impossible maths equations.

He didnt say anything in reply, just beamed at you, and you approached him to sit on his lap, the two of you laughing in between passionate kisses-

“Hey, kid, you alright?” Derek nudges Spencer, pulling him out of his daydream.

Spencer’s gaze had been fixed on the glass doors awaiting your arrival, and Derek was aware like the rest of the team that this distractedness was not common with the young genius.

“Y-Yes, Im fine!” Spencer splutters, clearing his throat and straightening his tie, eyes frantically darting around the room as though to prove he hadnt been zoned out staring at the door for several minutes.

“What’s been up with you lately, man-“ Derek begins to ask quietly, but he’s interrupted.

“Good morning Doctor Reid!” You call gleefully as you push through the glass doors, leaning on them with your back because your arms are stacked with papers.

“Good morning (Y/N)!” He squeaks back, waving awkwardly, causing your smile to widen into a beaming grin.

In his daydreams, Spencer manages to be an awful lot smoother, but your genuine kindness is not something his mind conjures up. He had hoped you not talking to him would kill his crush on you, but of course, you being as lovely as you are, you made sure to greet him every single morning so that he never felt left out. The rest of the team had the easy route when it came to speaking to you, Spencer had to wait for specific opportunities, such as the one Derek Morgan has happened to witness.

Derek laughs and sits back on Spencer’s desk. “Ah, I see.”

“What do you see? I dont see anything. You dont see anything!” Spencer is rising from his desk in what can only be described as sheer panic, literally walking into the rail of the stairs as he tries to walk around Derek to get to them, causing Derek to laugh even harder.

“Kid’s got it bad!” He teases.

“I dont ‘got’ anything!” Spencer snaps, but the nervous higher pitch to his voice gives him away.

The team head to the round table to discuss today’s case. Just as Penelope begins describing the victims, Spencer happens to glance at the doorway. And there you are, across the walkway, headphones hiding your ears as you dance around the printer.

“Given the extent of paperwork waiting for us in Florida, I’ve asked (Y/N) to join us on this case.”

Spencer’s eyes widen as he slowly turns back to Hotch, unable to believe the words that got through to him despite being completely distracted by you. He mentally scolds himself, of course the mention of your name is the only thing that can pull him away from staring at you.

“(Y/N)?” Hotch calls, but you continue dancing around the printer, completely oblivious.

The team chuckles as they watch you, smiling fondly as you pick up the files you printed and take your headphones off. Hotch calls your name again, and this time you jump out of your skin. Turning to face the round table, you already have your eyes closed and your mouth pressed to a thin line, realising you’d forgotten you were supposed to be with the team. You jog over to the round table, your headphones bouncing around your neck.

“Sorry about that! Ditziness is next to godliness!”

The team laughs, Spencer’s smile lingering longer than anyone else’s.

“Honestly, Im not sure why Im coming considering you have the world’s fastest reader right here!” You exclaim, gesturing to Spencer, who immediately sits up straighter.

“The world’s fastest reader is actually Howard Stephen Berg, who can read 25,000 words per minute, but Maria Teresa Calderon, from the Philipines, claims to beat that with 80,000 words per minute-“ Spencer pauses, then smiles bashfully while mentally facepalming. “-and you were just complimenting me, werent you? Thank you.”

Spencer lowers his head, blushing furiously as Derek and Rossi slap his back, everyone at the round table sharing a laugh.

On the jet, Hotch informs everyone that you’re just collecting your things from your bag, but you’ll be right with them. Spencer takes a window seat at the back of the jet, and Emily quickly plops down beside him.

“You should ask her out.” She says simply.

“What!?!” Spencer squeaks, trying to express his outrage as quietly as possible.

“You should ask her out!” Emily repeats.

“No way!” Spencer shakes his head furiously.

“Why?” Emily questions, as though he’s refusing the easiest thing in the world.

“She doesnt- she couldnt- the majority of outcomes would be horrific!” Spencer struggles, stumbling over his words.

“Would the outcomes really be horrific, or are you just too scared to admit you might actually have a shot with someone?” Emily asks in a hushed voice.

Before Spencer can reply, Emily’s eyes dart to the jet doors and she jumps out of the seat next to Spencer, leaving it empty just in time for you to arrive. He looks out of the jet window, pretending to be deep in thought.

“Is this seat taken?” Spencer hears you ask, and he discretely pinches his thigh to make sure he isnt dreaming.

He turns his head to look at you. “N-No!”

You smile and sit down beside him, pulling a blanket over yourself that Spencer hadnt even noticed you were carrying. You catch Spencer staring at it and shrug.

“This is a 13 hour flight, best thing to do is get a nap in before everyone else so that when I am awake everyone else is sleeping, then I can get some work done. Or, I can have conversations without worrying about a team of profilers listening in!” You raise an eyebrow, causing Spencer to chuckle, he understands your point on a spiritual level. He thinks you’re going to go to sleep, but you continue talking to him. “If you like, we can both sleep and then chat once we wake up. Since we’re next to each other and all.” You suggest, and his profiling instincts tell him you’re trying to be very casual about the suggestion, and the fact you’re avoiding eye contact makes him think you’re nervous about something. But what?

Spencer nods, also trying very hard to come across as casual about it. He hopes that because you arent a profiler you wont recognise that he’s trying so hard.

You smile at him and proceed to get snuggled up under your blanket. He waits until he hears your breathing slow, telling him you’re asleep, then he glances at you, to see you’re still smiling. His heart all but leaps out of his chest. Not wanting to miss out on an opportunity to have a private conversation with you that he doesnt have to initiate, Spencer settles in his own seat and closes his eyes, persuading himself to sleep.

The moment he drifts, you’re back again. What else would he dream about?

He was in his apartment, re-reading War And Peace, when he heard a knock at his door. He frowned, rose to his feet and walked to the door. When he opened it, he saw you standing there with two tubs of jello and two spoons, you held one of each out to him with a beaming smile on your face. Spencer wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his apartment, lifting you and the jello into the air and spinning you around, before placing you back down on the ground to rest his forehead against yours and hold you close. He didnt kiss you, he didnt need to in that moment, because even dream-him knew not every moment required a kiss, and he didnt just want to kiss you. Sometimes, all he wanted was to hold you.

“Spencer?” You asked quietly.

“Hmm?” He hummed in reply.

“Spencer?!”

He jumps in his plane seat, eyes snapping open as he realises you are actually saying his name and gently shaking him awake. You laugh quietly.

“What were you dreaming about?” You ask curiously.

Spencer swallows nervously. “Jello.”

You nod in understanding. “Jello is a very good thing to have deep dreams about, congratulations.”

“Thank you?” Spencer says, somewhat confused and still half-asleep.

You cross your legs and turn to face him, sitting sideways on the jet seat with your blanket wrapped around you. “So! Let’s play a question game!”

Spencer frowns curiously. “Why?”

You shrug, gesturing to the rest of the team. “Nobody’s eavesdropping, I wanna get to know you, why else?”

Spencer’s heart skips a beat. “Why do you want to get to know me?”

You roll your eyes at him, but you’re smiling, so he knows you arent making fun of him. “Because you’re interesting! So, questions, are you ready?”

Spencer straightens his back, shuffling around in his seat as he feels the tension rise. He’s considerably taller than you, so he cant quite sit sideways on the seat, but he does his best to face you.

“Okay, you go first.” He says, allowing you to set the tone of the questions so that he can figure out what to ask you afterwards, but also so he can try and deduce what you want to know, specifically. There has to be a reason that you want to play this game.

“Are you comfortable with the way the team make fun of you sometimes?”

Well, of all the questions he theorised you would ask, that was not one of them. He’s stumped. Spencer shuffles and repositions in his seat as he frowns, formulating an answer.

“Most of the time I know they arent being cruel, they’re my friends, but sometimes it does get to me, I guess. Everyone has bad days.” Spencer explains, and you nod, but he cant hold back from continuing. “I dont want to waste my question asking this, but could you tell me why you asked that?”

You smile at him. “We dont talk much, but I pay attention to you, which I suppose is a consequence of that. Since I dont know you very well, and dont get many chances to talk to you in order to change that, I try and figure you out by paying attention. I notice them making fun of you, and sometimes I want to jump in and defend you, but I feel it isnt my place, Im not quite in tune with the team dynamic just yet.”

Spencer feels his heart swell at your words. Despite barely knowing him, you care about him that much? And you want to figure him out?

You nod at him. “Your turn to ask a question!”

Spencer clears his throat. “Why do you make the effort to talk to me when it isnt in your job description?” He immediately sees how taken aback you are, and he’s quick to rephrase. “It’s not that I dont enjoy you talking to me - I very much do - I just dont know why you bother, because you have to talk to everyone else as part of your job. You dont need to talk to me, but you choose to, and I dont know why.”

You tuck your hair behind your ear and avoid eye contact, instead looking over to double check that the rest of the team are definitely asleep, as you try to find your words.

“Well, like I said, you’re interesting. I want to get to know you, and the fact you dont need my help means that I cant use that as an excuse to talk to you, like I can for everyone else. In order to get to know you, specifically, I have to make the extra effort.”

Spencer’s stomach drops. Is he just like everyone else to you? Do you simply want to get to know him in the same way you know the rest of the team?

“Why do you stare at me?”

Suddenly, the entire world stops. Spencer swears he can feel his blood freezing in his veins. He doesnt know how it never crossed his mind that during his zoned out moments, you could quite easily see him. Oh god.

“I...find you interesting, too.” He begins, intending to stop talking right then and there, but his mouth has other ideas. “What I mean is, you make me interested in you- but not in an objectifying way, I just mean that- you are so effortlessly mesmerising and I dont- I cant- and you dont feel the same way, which is fine, Im just somebody you work with that you barely know- you dont want to know me in the same way and that’s fine- I just-“

You lean forward and cover his mouth with your hand, silencing his ramble.

“Spencer, take a breath.” You tell him, but the smile on your face makes it very difficult for him to do that. Taking your hand away from his mouth, you settle back in your seat. “I said I wanted to get to know you like I do the rest of the team because I was trying to retain some professionalism, while being wrapped up in a blanket and sitting criss-cross-apple-sauce.”

Spencer cant help but laugh at that, and in doing so you put him completely at ease, despite his heart beating a mile a minute.

“But, since you just metaphorically threw the remaining professionalism out of the jet window, we’ll replace it with honesty. Im interested in you, Spencer, and in the same way you are interested in me.” You explain to him, your words deliberately slower so that they sink in.

And just like that, you have Doctor Spencer Reid speechless. He keeps his gaze locked with yours as he very obviously pinches his own arm.

“Dont hurt yourself! What was that for!?!” You grab his hand and take it away from his shoulder, holding it in yours so that he doesnt try and pinch himself again. The care you have for him could make him cry.

“Just making sure this isnt another daydream. It’s been difficult to tell the difference recently.” Spencer tells you, his words barely above a whisper. Before he can stop himself or overthink it, he asks the only question playing on his mind. “Can...Can I kiss you?”

Your cheeks flush pink as you nod slowly. The two of you lean in at a snail pace, it feels like someone is holding the brakes on gravity, slowing down a pull that cannot be resisted, it’s inevitable. His lips meet yours, directly above the arm of the jet seats between you. Every fibre of his existence is set alight. Spencer has a momentary worry that the fireworks have the strength to blow up the plane, but he’s reminded how irrational that is when the overwhelming bliss takes ahold of him again. One of your hands lets go of his, to feel up his chest and around the back of his neck, to card through his hair. Spencer’s hands hold onto yours, treasuring every aspect of this, savouring the ecstasy of this event being in the real world rather than just in his head. He pulls away first, breathless and grinning.

“Would this be a bad time to correct an earlier statement?” Spencer asks randomly.

“What statement?” Your brain is still rebooting after that kiss, you cant quite remember anything that was said before.

“My dream earlier.“ He explains.

“What?” You frown, even more confused after finding out what he’s referring to.

“It wasnt just about jello.” Spencer admits, his grin cheeky.

You laugh and shake your head at him, using the hand that’s still in his hair to pull his lips back to yours.

Maybe wishful thinking can get you somewhere after all.

[starjxsung]

HEY STAR!!! so remember how I promised to spill about my injury updates??? umm I finally got some answers, which I'm excited about but everyone else seems nervous about lmao 😭 so basically I've had really bad knee pain for like, half my life and no one knew what it was. i recently had MRIs and I just had my follow up today so yayyy! the doctor was also kinda fine so that's a bonus 🤭 but I went with my dad since I'm back home rn and the doctor told us that he can see a few different issues from my X-rays and MRIs, and on their own, they wouldn't be a big deal. buttt since I have them all, they're causing lots of issues. he literally called me complex 💀 and he walked us through a couple surgeries that he thinks could help the problem. the one he thinks would help the most is kinda a lot 😀 basically he wants to cut through my femur, realign it so it's straight, and hold it in place with a plate and screws.... so yeah. and if I do end up going with that one, he'd do the left first, let it recover, and if it works well and heals nicely, he'd go back in to do my right. tbh I'm not really concerned about the actual surgery cutting into my leg amd sawing through my bone part, but I'm more worried about the recovery time especially because i play softball. but also I'm just glad to finally get answers after so long of doctors just telling me "yeah, there's something wrong, let's do physical therapy and see if it helps" FOR NINE+ YEARS 😭 like yeah atp i dont think its helping very much, is it?

but anyways I bought my ATE album and I'm excited for that. I MISSED YOU STAR BBY IM SO EXCITED TO FINALLY FILL YOU IN! HOW ARE YOU???

my kitties say hello 💕💕💕

OH MY GOD????((( I mean I’m so glad you finally got some answers and that they were able to find an underlying cause but that sounds so intense ☹️☹️☹️☹️ have you scheduled the surgery yet or are you still deciding whether you want to get it? Also what IS the recovery time??? I’m so sorry bby that sounds really rough ☹️ especially since you play softball!!!! Keep me posted on whether you go through with it aaaaaa I’m rooting for you so hard and I’m sending you all my love and healing vibes ☹️🫶🫶🫶🫶 I will deadass send flowers to your hospital room I LOVE U 💐🌻🌷🪻🌹

ALSO MY ATE ALBUM SHIPPED YURRRRR comeback this week it doesn’t even feel real 😭😭 I’m seeing Ateez tonight and then flying to LA to see them again and then Lolla the week after next and I’m crazy busy at work AAAAA I’m so stressed but also just excited for everything and I wish I could take a month off just to sleep after all my shows 😭 ALSO HELLO TO UR KITTIES WOWOWOWOW THEY’RE SO CUTIE

I love u so much angel baby keep me posted on everything I’m rooting for u so hard !!!!!!!!! LOVE UUUUUU happy skz comeback week take care of yourself for me 👼🫶🫶🫶🫶❤️ here’s momo who’s also cheering for u