#my doctors notes dont fucking count what do you mean??

[watch-out-it-bites]

I am. SO being fucked over by my school 24/7 but if I take extra classes I get to graduate early..

[lululandd]

problem;

pairing: simon ‘ghost’ riley x f!reader

word count: 712

warnings: self-doubt, anxiety, insecurity, eventual fluff

note: i really dont wanna paint könig, im mad procrastinating

summary: the unspoken ‘with me’  hangs in the air.

 “You packed.”

His curt tone made you flinch as you gingerly put groceries in the fridge. You tried as best you could to not look his way, hoping Simon would let the matter go. You had broken your leg and fractured your wrist in the most uncool way possible, slipping on ice. He had warned you beforehand, knowing how frail normal human bodies could be. Unlike his apparently, sometimes you wonder if he sees himself as indestructible just because he’s 6 '3.

His hand came to view and you froze, shoulders curling into yourself as you tried to subtly move away from him. Sensing your tense demeanour, he slowed his motions and gently grabbed the fruit from your hand, put it inside the fridge himself, and leaned on the counter. Not daring to look him in the face, you decided to try and continue packing your groceries. 

Sighing, he dragged your chair away from the fridge and closed it.

“You’re going to your parents?” his voice was barely above a whisper, but it scared you so bad he might have as well have shouted. “What’s wrong with staying here?”

You were on the verge of tears, not knowing why. Simon’s always busy with work, he barely comes home, and the one time he had a three month long break from it you stupidly slipped on some ice. He has to take care of you, instead of having fun and going somewhere or doing whatever he wants on his time off.

Stupid.

Useless.

“I just didn’t want to bother you with broken leg and hand stuff. My parents' place is closer to the doctor’s office and the physical therapy place anyway.”

He visibly tensed and you know you fucked up. 

“Physical therapy is after you’re fully healed.” he remarked, you saw a flicker of indignation in his eyes, “Are you planning to stay there the whole time I’m here? Every time I go to work you complain that I’m never home and the one time I come home for longer than a week you do this.”

You stared at him wide-eyed, a muted gasp twists your face. “It was an accident, Simon! You say that like I fell on purpose or something!” You say in a raised voice, appalled at his words.

He presses both palms on his eyes, “No, that’s not what I meant at all.” He squatted next to you–you never knew men that big could do that–and placed a large hand on your thigh. “By ‘this’ I meant going to your parents. I will be here for three months, and you want to stay with your parents for however long it will be. What’s wrong with being here?”

The unspoken ‘with me’  hangs in the air.

“Oh.” A wave of embarrassment flowed through your veins, you had thought of the worst of him when all he wanted was to spend time with you. With uninjured you, preferably. “Sorry.”

“You’re still not answering any of my questions, love.”

Weighing your words, you realised you can’t weasel your way out of telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. 

“I don’t want to bother you, Simon.”

“Bother?” He breathes.

A shiver of apprehension travelled up your spine at the way he spoke. You’ve heard that tone before, but never directed towards you; it was always towards people bothering you two. Does that mean he sees you as a bother right now?

“You don’t have a lot of time off, and I don’t want you to waste it… here.. taking care of me while I can’t do jack shit. You have to carry me up and down the stairs, you have to carry me to and from the car when we go outside,” you gestured with your good hand, “you have to go with me to the doctors and my physical therapy, you have to do most of the cooking and cleaning, and you have to sit down and listen to me bitch about this broken leg from 1am to 4am.”

He stood up and cupped the back of your neck, his thumb slowly drawing soothing circles as he kissed the top of your head.

“You’re listing things I already want to do, with or without your broken leg.”

[xxrengokusimp]

|| Arrival || Rengoku x Fem!Reader

Note: The day has finally come, Rengoku's pregnant wife was ready for labor. now, lets just fucking get too it-

. . .

It was a dark night, just you and Rengoku sleeping well in bed. The sound of the wind outside, the crickets chirping, and the sound of your husband snoring next to you.

You were okay at first like, you weren't worried that the baby would come too soon. You thought "just a couple more weeks..." till the baby would arrive. I mean, thats what the doctor thought...

Rengoku couldn't wait any longer for the baby's deliver. Everyday he would talk to the baby in your belly shouting "Come out very soon!!! I want to see your adorable face!!!!" And everytime he does that, you laugh. It's funny that He's just talking to your stomach. Rengoku is just rlly excited.

. . .

"mm... damnit... this is the third time..." you silently groan. You get up from bed and walk over to the bathroom. Man... was the baby giving you a hard time...

You then feel sudden cramping... a lot... of sudden cramping. You moan in pain, placing your hand on your swollen belly. You try to suck it up and just stay up for a bit. You walk into the kitchen making yourself some tea to soothe the pain.

You sit down on the mat and take a long sip. The warmth of the tea seemed to settle the pain, which was good. But ... what was not good... was that you felt like you just peed yourself...

You look down on the floor to see a wet mat... then, you suddenly realized....

"Kyojuro!!!!!!????? KYOJURO!!!??" You screamed. Rengoku heard your sudden screaming, quickly got up from bed and ran straight to you. "What??!! Whats wrong?!?!!" He asked. "I... Kyo... Ngh!! I think.. It's Time...!!!" You studder. "HUH!!?? REALLY?!??! IS IT TIME!!????!!!!" Rengoku shouted. "YES!!! NOW HURRY AND GET SOMEONE!!!"

Rengoku panicked, "UH...??" he studdered. "Do you want me to carry you to the Butterfly Mansion?? So Kocho can help????!!!!!" "YES JUST... NGH!!" You scream in pain. "Okay!!! Okay!!! Up We GO!!!" Rengoku picks you up into his arms and rushes to Lady Kocho's Mansion.

"MISS KOCHO??? ARE YOU HERE??? IT'S A SERIOUS EMERGANCY!!!!" Rengoku shouts. "Huh???!! What???!!!" Shinobu ran over. "Whats Wrong???!!!" She questioned. "Y/N IS READY FOR LABOR... WILL YOU HELP US??!?!?!!!!??!" "Oh my!!! Yes Of Course!!!! Take her to the infermery!!! I'll be there in just a sec!!! I'll go call for more help!!!" Shinobu then rushes to find Aoi and Kanao. (she didn't want to call Naho, Sumi, and Kiyo cause they seem to young-)

"Its going to be alright Little Flame! Just breathe!! Take deep breaths!!! Everything is alright!!" "Kyojuro... I'm scared..." You weeped. "No, don't be!! I'm here!! I'll be standing right here the whole way through!!! ...Take my hand.. It's going to be okay... Little Flame.... just calm down... and breathe.. in... and out..." Rengoku cups the back of your head and touches foreheads together. "We're here!! And we have some of the stuff!!! AOI!! KANAO!! Go get more towels!!" Shinobu shouted. Aoi and Kanao then rush to get more.

"Shhh, Just breathe Y/N, breeeathe. steady your breath.. shh, its going to okay, just relax... relax.." Shinobu gently puts her hand on your cheek. "We Got More Towels!!!" Aoi shouted. "Good! Now... Y/N? Are you ready??" Shinobu asked. You nod weakly. "Alright. Now, I'm going to remove your pants okay??" Shinobu said while slowly removing your pants. Kanao places a towel under your legs so all that blood and liquid would be caught in it. (dont want no bloody bed) "Now... Y/N, I'm going to count okay. When I say 3, you push. And keep pushing till I count to 10. Alright? . . . 1 . . . 2 . . .3"

"PUUUUSSSHHH!!!!" Everyone in the room shouted.

. . .

"oh, my..." Shinobu grabs the baby. You hear the first cry of your child... Rengoku looks at his baby, tears falling down his cheeks, Joy growing more and more in him. "you did it Little Flame... We're parents now..." He sobbed with a smile. You give him a faint smile.. you were so exhausted... sweat rolling down from your forhead and cheeks... you face red from all the pushing. "Rengoku!! Please come in here!!" Shinobu called from the next room cleaning up the baby. "Oh! Alright Kocho! I'm coming!! I'll be right back..." Rengoku lets go of your hand and walks over to the next room.

"heh... congratulations Rengoku... here's your new baby boy..." Shinobu says giving him his child. Rengoku grabs his baby and holds it in his arms. Rengoku's smile slowly faded as he looked deeply into his son's eyes. His eyes widen in happiness. Tears falling out of his eyes like waterfalls. "go show her!" Aoi told him. Rengoku looks up at the three girls... "thank you..."

Rengoku walks back to the infermery, "Little Flame!! Look!! It's a boy!! We have a son!!" He said excitedly. You sit up and ask him if you could hold him. Rengoku gives you the baby, and you stare right into his small beautiful eyes. "heh, he has your eyes kyo..." Rengoku silently laughs, looking down to his child.

" . . . he looks just like you . . . Kyojuro. . .❤️‍🔥"

DAMN, THIS TOOK AWHILE- Hope ya'll enjoyed!!!

[littlexscarletxwitch]

Hi! could you maybe do more of Florence being pregnant? they are the cutest stories to read, and i dont see alot of them, sadly enough. But if you do, thank you!<3

btw i love your work!!

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗻

paring: mum!florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): pregnant flo, fluff, r being worried about being a mother, flo reassuring r <3

warning(s): pregnancy (?), grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 1.3k

note: I feel like this is similar to 'Little Daisy' but also different (?), I tried my best. I'm having a majors writer block so if you guys have any requests please send them in. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you like it, nonnie <3

note 2: HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN THE PICTURES OF FLO WITH ANDREW???!!! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

requests are open! + check my rules here <3

At first you didn’t notice the changes in Florence’s body, even though they were right there, hiding in plain sight. 

It all started with the nauseas. You thought she had a virus but a quick visit to the doctor told you otherwise. She wasn’t sick at all, she was full of life. A tiny human was growing inside of her. 

Your eyes winded once the doctor gave the both of you the news, horror and confusion and anxiety on your face. Florence, on the other hand, had the biggest smile on hers, her eyes sparkling at the doctor's statement. 

You tried to pretend everything was fine, you faked a small smile and quizzed her hand in assurance. But as soon as she and the doctor got to talking about her body and the baby, you zoned out, taking in the information. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to have a baby, no, that wasn't the problem. You would love nothing more than to form a family with her, but you weren’t sure if you were ready. A baby was a huge deal, it was a human being after all. They need to be taken care of, and you weren’t sure if you would be able to do that. One thing was taking care of yourself, another thing was taking care of Florence, and taking care of a baby was a whole other thing. 

Florence didn’t notice your odd behaviour until the both of you got in the car and you were still silent. She then realised that since the doctor had told the both of you the news you hadn’t said a word. 

“Y/n, baby, is everything okay?” she placed her hand on your thigh, gently squeezing it in reassurance. 

You looked at her, tears burning your eyes. 

“Baby, what is it?” the look on your face worried her instantly, her hand found your cheek trying to comfort you. You leaned into her touch. 

“I just, I don’t if I can do this, Flo,” you whispered, not actually wanting her to hear you. 

She looked so happy when she found out she was pregnant, you didn’t want to take that away from her. You didn’t want to disappoint her. 

“You mean the baby?”, she asked softly, not wanting to scare you more than you already were. 

You slowly nodded your head. “I just, I don’t think I will be good at it. I’m going to fuck up, and I don’t want that for them. I don’t want them to be like me, I won’t do that to them,” the tears you tried so badly to stop from shedding were now rolling down your cheeks. 

“Y/n, listen to me. I get it, it’s scary, it’s new. You have every right to feel like this, but hear my words. You are the most incredible human being I ever had the pleasure to meet. This baby would be the luckiest baby on earth to have you as their mother. And I would love nothing more than for them to be exactly like you. Because you are everything, Y/n. You are kind, you’re funny, you are loyal, compassionate, courageous. You are the most marvellous person I have ever met,” she gently wiped your tears. “And you are not alone, baby. I know we can do this, okay? I wouldn't want anyone else to share this baby with. I know we didn’t plan this, but maybe it’s meant to be,” she pressed her forehead against yours. 

“Flo, I’m just so scared.”

“I know, baby. I know. But, hey, we have about six more months before they are here. We have plenty of time to figure our shit out,” she joked. 

A giggle escaped from your lips.

“We got this, okay?”

“Okay.” 

She gently pressed her lips against yours, wanting nothing more than to kiss all your worries and fears away. 

[...]

“Holy shit,” you gasped. 

“I know right?” she smiled at you. 

Your hand was on her now 6 month belly, feeling the strong kick of your child. Billie, laying beside Florence on the bed, was also paying attention to the little kicks of the tiny human growing inside her owner. 

“His kicks are so strong.” 

“Yeah. Wait,” she looked up at you. “His?” she raised her eyebrow at you. 

“Yeah, he’s definitely a he.”

“And how would you know that?” she playfully smacked your arm. 

“I just have a feeling.”

“Well, since I’m the one carrying the child I know for a fact that he is in fact a she.” 

You shook your head.” No, it’s a boy. But it doesn’t matter, as long as he is healthy I don't’ care what he is,” you placed a soft kiss on her belly. 

“Or what she is.”

“Whatever they are, right Billie?” she heard your calling and barked at you. “See, she knows I’m right. Billie can also feel it.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Florence threw a pillow at you. A smile formed on her lips. 

Her heart warmed everytime you would talk about the baby with so much love in your eyes, knowing that you finally admitted to yourself that you were going to be great at motherhood. 

“What about Matthew?” 

“For the baby?” you nodded. “Even if it was a boy, which isn’t the case, we are not naming our child after some dude with a vigilante complex, Y/n.”

“Oh, come on. Matt is a great lawyer and a great dude. This baby would be lucky to be named after him.” 

She squinted your eyes at you, not sure if you were being serious or not. 

“Okay, Matthew is a nice name,” she gave in. “But that doesn’t mean it a yes, okay?” you pouted. “Don’t give me that look, Y/n. I said I’ll think about it,” she smacked the pillow into your face once again. 

“Stop doing that,” you chuckled, snatching the pillow from her hands. 

“What about Primrose?” she tried. 

You sent her a death glare. “Just because your name is flower related doesn’t mean our child’s should also be.”

She rolled her eyes at you. “Okay, new rule. If flower names are discarded, so are marvel names.”

“You monster,” you pretend to be shot in the heart. “Okay, deal,” you shook hands. 

Florence grabbed her phone looking for baby names, you took advantage of the fact that she was now distracted, leaned into her belly and whispered only for the baby to hear. 

“Don’t worry, little one. I’ll make sure you have a cool name, even if it isn’t Matthew.”

Florence bit her bottom lip trying to hide the smile creeping on her lips. 

[...]

“What do you think about Robin?” you whispered, trying not to wake up the small human being in your arms. Your eyes never left their tiny body, so fragile yet so strong and healthy. 

It had been about 17 hours since you and Florence arrived at the hospital, 5 hours since she started to give birth to your child, and now 10 minutes since you first held them in your arms. 

You were slowly swinging them back and forth, trying to keep them calm. But also soothing yourself. You felt like you were going to explode any minute, not just by excitement and love for the tiny baby in your arms. But also anxiety and worry. But, somehow, the moment your skin made contact with theirs, every doubt you had ever had just washed away. 

Florence felt immensely happy, not only had she finally met her first born, but she got to share the moment with you. Her eyes got watery as she watched you rocking back and forth the tiny human. She couldn't believe you had ever doubted yourself. 

“Robin?”

“Yeah, it means bright, shining.”

“You sure it’s not a marvel character's name?” she playfully asked. 

“I, um…” you trailed off. 

“I like it,” she knew it was a marvel character’s name, but she didn’t care. “Our little Robin,” she smiled at you. 

“Hey, little Robin,” you whispered to the baby, tears burning your eyes.

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

-M

[theuniverseawakens347]

Again how do you live with Lee for 33 years / 34? But 23 on record Paula change but Lee herself w station 7 Steve Harvey stache Dunlap … I LITERALLY SHOWERE PHOTOS OF LEE N HOWARD TO YOY GUYS … OFF MY IPAD PHONE N TWITTER.

Crayy_crayy

… I ASKED FOR THERAPY FIRST AND CAME W MARGIE STILL INTACT FROM GILBRIONNA MURDER AT 4 … lost Margie at 14 to liver cancer.. 15 asked for a therapist ( Margie passed at 18 monrovia across from the high school a few blocks from downtown monrovia where they do the big Christmas tree - WHY YOU GOT HER STUFF ANIMALS FROM HER OFFICE ( MY TEDDY BEARA FROM MY BED I THREW OUT FROM EVERY FUCKING CHILDS COURT VISIT I WENT TOO + VINTAGE DOLLS MARGIE GAVE ME - our favorite Toy Story on our walks ) …

Anyways 1st therapist you had me go to was off larchmont after Margie .. I DID ONE OR TWO SESSIONS ( next to the make up beauty pink building - across from the eye doctor on the right going south bound - KAJA EYE STABBING ME 2014 and me getting it checked out ) .. anyways THAT BITCH WAS UR THERAPIST DRUGGIE BUDDY BACK IN THE DAY ( Paula why you got this similar Taylor - Kimberly) … but uncontrolled motion white lady black hair .. like that dyke* from American horror story BOBBY BLUSHAY MOM lookalike … 2 sessions at most and she was bias in favor of Lee being a good mother n me being a brat - told Lee I was uncomfortable and stopped going “why” - BC BITCH THATS UR THERAPIST SHE DONT CARE WHAT I GOTTA SAY YAL FUCKING OR MONEY LAUNDERING THRU THE MEDICAL OFFICE - THATS WEIRD LICK UP INFO RN 9:47 pm left lib….

So you get me Michelle Cayley at 16 I see her she’s black sagaftra building - keep it all in Lee acting insurance huh ucla bob hope … but Michelle at like 16/17 I said I was starting to feel uncomfortable ( living w white lol trying to survive being black and a good little nigger bc me making mistakes of ANY SORTS is extreme tension - Lee” you’re wasting my money on private school if you don’t learn shit ima send you to public school” - drops me off a day at John .. what’s that van ness* off pico ARLINGTON .. middle school … LEFT ME FOR A WHOLE DAY JUST RANDOMLY “we’re going to visit them school” get there then “okay I’ll get you at 3 “ 🫤🖕 - Taylor sr Paula Barton. Regina king .. daisy florez ur oj act like this too huh India Warren “ I wonder why our kids are …” 🫤 why YOU RESTARD DRUGG ADDICTS SEX ALCOHOLICS … anyways

I asked 1st if I was adhd or add - I took Tasha adderal and it helped me focus in class and I was stoked normally I’m WALKING AROUND STANDING UP BORED DOING SOMETHING ELSE TAKING MY SHOES OFF SITTING IN THE BACK OF THE CLASS DOODLING UNTIL UOU TURN THE TV ON SCIENCE CLASS OR HAVE A GOOD BOOK OR DISCUSSION - math was weird I always looked at the posted and counted down time to leave or talked w neighbors - chemistry bitch you really waisted my time - IF I DIDNT KNOW IF I WANTED TO LEARN MORE .. anyways side note took the adderal ( and again in college to get papers done and had 1/2 left over when I works ed equinox FUCKTARD LEAH ALEX OD .. really cause I was taking these myself SO HOW BITCH “oh it’s expired” - THAT DONT MEAN OD SO WHAT YOU DO IN BENS NAME AND ERIC ROTISSERIE SEEN YOU KENDALL RAVE DJ PARTY VANESSA PARIS - who called the cops Ben or Brian my Claudia) … 9:55 pm car …

Asked Michelle and we took a test for both adhd and add 1-6 questions / 1-8 questions ALONE I GOT 4/6 and 6/8 “we should look into further testing apothy and I’ll talk to ur mom “ - cool thank you leaves goes home and tell Lee I scared this and that I think I’ll need another testing - weird cashay bc you did PERFECTLY fine when you were first brought into the house and they wanted to test ur math and reading skills .. - 54th lied and TCS Evelyn “cashay I want you to write the class notes and I photo copy them for everyone” - okay weird why “ur writing is the neatest” - DO WHY I DO SYLVAN LEE AND REPEAT 5 th grade - YA GOT NATEANA TEST SCORES. - I DO MY WORK AND ALWAYS FIRST TO FINISH .. SIGNED NEIGHBOR TO MAE PINK HOUSE MR. HARRIS WHY YA SON BABY MOMA COMING TO MY SCHOOL AND TESTING ME - DONNIE KEYS .. “it’s a special test for you” - 54 didn’t really have testing EXCEPT FOR CAT 9 - MISS. KATZ WHY YOU KNOW LEE LESBO FRIEND DONNA AND CECELIA .. SHE MY 3 rd grade teacher who I cussed out for being all up in my GOTDAMN home business and not doing shit good for me - Janae mother. .. ALSO BITCH WHY YOU TEACH ME MATH WRONG N SPELLING PRETTY WRONG - standards for no fucking reason .. am I writing what the other kids are writing but not talking to no one - oops WHY YOU JUST AINT TALK TO ME AND ASK WTF - MAE CATCHING ME CUSS OUT MISS KATS IN FRONT OF THE CLASS BEFORE A DENTIST APPOINTMENT SAYING HER THOUGHTS. - black teacher w the dreads you falling in the parking lot “ cashay did it she got magic” NO BITCH YOU CLUMSPY FAT WEARING HEELS SANDALS THAT DONT WORK FOR YOU - HI NEW WAY WHY YOU PASS - GRANNY FLORENCE. .. MAE PAYNE. KILLUMINATI…

🫤🖕

But like I said I asked took the test w Michelle told Lee and the next session I have with the three of us michelle changes up bc Lee said “she’s not any of these things “ - how you know Lee !?? - “I WANA DIAGNOSE YOU SCHIZOPHRENIC BC UR SAYING AND WRITING PPL THOUGHTS WITHOUT US TALKING TO YOU” - FUCK YOU IN FULL FROM GOD. - ALL MY OTHER TELEPATHIC FAMILY .. but cashay is different .. BITCH I KNOW THATS WHY YOU KILLING ME AND WORKING OVER FUCKING TIME AND STALKING ME - “she reincarnates too” - Lee seen me flying in my pole and she felt the fear of god and heard the voices and her mom n dad and KNOW ITS BC OF ME AND DONT WANA GO TO THE PSYCHWARD HERSELF HOWARD INCLUDED - STOP FUCKING W ME TIMOTHY WILL BE NICE TO YOU 🙂💋

Anyways then I asked Michelle “okay I’m feeling very angrey and just out of place and “I know my mom had mental illness” ( FUCKING LYING ASS BITCH ASS LEE - me saying her thoughts out loud too bout Darniece- Michelle thoughts too ( you a therapist n not talking straight to me about that - weird. FIRED BITCH) ).. “but is this normal for a teen as in hormones or is this the start of a mental illness?” - NO UR PERFECTLY FINE .. SAID IN FRONT OF LEE .. then me saying “okay i just wna check bc sometimes i just feel so angry and mentally clouded I can’t get my thoughts into full words” - LEES THOUGHTS ( oh so bitch you telepathic huh Howard she say ur thoughts out loud!?? Since when!?? 2021 watching me like YOU SATAN LIECE OF HIDING LYING FUCKING SHIT BITCH ASS CUNT. )

- woosaaah.. anyways I’m not crazy .. I’m just a little Beyoncé telepathic and less Satan and you all know that or else why did you sign ndas of illuminating killing sprees of my godly family for the “free” masons

🤷‍♀️😊

- power puff girls HI MOMMY N COI .. you really Darniece huh - OKAY WEIRDOS YOU WANT ME TO EAT THAT LIE UP FOR YOU OR YOU JUST GOT HER CPN - YA FAT MOM during left eye murder switch em around Darniece a star but Coi growing up looking like her - DNA TEST BENZINO “bitch you is not that cute and we DID NOT SLEEP TOGETHER SOOOOO HOW TF IS COI PUR CHILD” - idk Howard sperm .. lol my Dominican daddy .. how you living off that con Howard

😊

Ronald Tom ( already fixed it Janet) NUGENTS.

- HI BLACK LADIES OUT WHITE IS SLAVE OWNERS THRU BUSINESS SPERMING AND MAD MY MAFIA OUTS THEIRS lalalaalalalalalaalalalalalalalalal

- DONT EVER FUCKING TRY ME AGAIN YOU STUPID FUCKING PIECES OF SHIT. - RESPECTFULLY it’s truly.

FUCK YOU BITCH - DARNIECE LEE she likes you 😉 Howard lololololololololololol

- YOU WANTED A PAYCHOPATH CHILD SOLOLL FUCKING BAD WHERES HARDLEY JOKER.

- split personality Lee I think you need Howard n Charles Manson award FOR DUMMBEST CUNTS ALIVE.

- my period is coming - I SEE BLOOD PPL. 💋💋🖕🖕

10:14 pm lees a whore a liar ass Satan bitch huh Howard peltko so ARE you - split bodies fake Teistan and cashay kingg 🙂🖕

[bishiglomper]

It's really hard to investigate and find proof of a suspected disagnosis when one has lived with said suspected diagnosis for years.

Like long enough that half the things that would count as symptoms are just background programs you're used to having. You don't know what they are or why, but you cant find an actual link to click on to deactivate it and free up some goddamn ram (if you were to even think of it)

Like these headaches. I just know if I think about it; yes, I have a headache. You want to know what kind? Where? When?

Fuck if I know. It's too low priority to take note. I have other shit going on. Too low on the pain scale means too low resolution. I can't tell if its dull or throbbing.

Also I think things overlap.

Like I think I do have allergies. Just not 24/7/365. In the morning, maybe. And I get asthmatically damp with exertion. Or just when my asthma is triggerred. Yknow. By allergens.

I'm going to be so fucking pissed if I'm legitimately snotty when they test me. Because i think they test the fluid to check for absence of snot, not look for the direct substance.

And like my vertigo. I dont know what to tell them. I only notice it when it suddenly dips into a higher intensity. And I don't take note of every dip. I just know it seems to stay at a low hum, much like my headaches.

But i also have horrible TMJ, so that could be the sole cause or just overlap.

And I mean, seriously, how serious do you think I'm going to be taken when i go in like "I have a brain fluid leak. My brain is leaking fluid."

I know how ridiculous that sounds.

2 days ago mom was like "I was just in there leaking brain fluid for like ten minutes, OMG. 🙄"

And I'm just like

really, mom

really

😒

Also besides the fact it can overlap with other things, Ive already been diagnosed with some things. They said my leaking ears were allergies. Runny nose. Allergies.

Headaches. Light sensitivity. Nausea. Migraines. Self explanatory.

Gait? Im just fat and dont move enough. 🙄

I wish Doctor House was a real dude.

I just need to spend 10 minutes in a room with him. Doubt I would even need to converse with him. He'd diagnose me so quick. 🙄

[all-i-do-is-live-in-daydreams]

Rewatched Thor: The Dark World and wrote notes the entire time. There are a lot more this time I think. So enjoy ig.

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YOOO THE NINTH DOCTOR WASSUP BUDDY

I want to aggressively make out with him (loki) [part 2]

he looks good in chains idk what else to say

he looks particularly good in this movie and he's the main reason I enjoy and tolerate this movie

also THE HAND THING THE HAND THING. will never pass up the opportunity to point out the amazing acting behind loki and frigga and their entire dynamic and everything.

what if i strangle Odin with my bare hands? what then huh? WHAT THEN?

I hate odin with my entire being idc for his reasonings he was a shit father and I hope he went to Hel

loki doesnt talk about thanos (glares at writers) to anyone and let's everyone believe his war on earth was of his own volition. many say it was his pride, but I also think it's because he didnt think anyone would believe him so why bother? and he probably didnt think anyone would care enough either way and he would still end up in a cell

I cant tell but there may be tears in his eyes yet again (loki)

why does the bifrost have to be so long

your respect and gratitude mean nothing eat shit and die old man

the guy she's on a date with is really nice

ERIK 😭😭😭 PUT YOUR PANTS BACK ON WHAT ARE YOU DOING

FUCK YOU ODIN EAT. SHIT. AND. FUCKING DIIIIE. cannot believe he called her a fucking goat. I dont even think he cares about loki having tried to rule earth because it's obvious he carries the same thoughts and feelings that loki presented in the avengers movie. he's no fucking better.

cant even admit that there might be a possibility that the dark elves are alive. I fucking hate him.

the power it took for him force out those words. that lie. he loves his mother sm and it's obvious he regrets his words after by the way he reaches for her, the tears in his eyes after her clone fades away and the look on his face.

I think there's a lot in what frigga says. "youre always so perceptive about everyone, but yourself." this loki didnt go to the TVA but the one that did. this sentence is very true about loki. and it's at the TVA that he for once let's himself be perceptive about himself. lets himself be honest and true about who he is and the reason he does things. the little things ig.

they really dumb down thor in later movies I think

he let out almost everyone but loki. probably a smart move

DONT TAKE THE STAIRS TO THE LEFT

heimdall hoofing it man. he's fucking awesome I love him

what were you saying oh great Odin allfather about the dark elves being dead??

frigga is so powerful and amazing I love her

FRIGGGGGAAAAAAA NOOOO 😭😭😭

cant believe they didnt even allow loki to go to her funeral it's so fucked up

they just had a fucking guard tell him. neither thor nor odin could march their fucking asses down there and do it themselves? I wouldn't recommend odin but come the fuck on HIS MOTHER DIED

odin is so fucking arrogant can he fucking die already

heimdall you've committed treason so many times I've lost count

loki makes me so fucking sad

thor really pisses me off sometimes. he questioned loki once about everything in the avengers movie and then he just completely disregards that ever again. he barely tried to help loki or understand anything at all going on with him. he acts like he really truly tried but he really truly fucking didnt and it pisses me off that he acts that way.

I really am a loki apologist. I forget how much until I watch these fucking movies. loki deserved fucking better and I will always stand by that

loki 😭 I love his little shenanigans

can loki not summon a weapon from one of his little pocket dimensions

I love the little smirk on his face after jane punches him. also i love his voice like it's just. very attractive.

they really are siblings. these are the most sibling interactions ever.

FUNCKING JUST PUSHED HIM RIGHT OUT BET HE WAS DYING TO DO TAHT THE ENTIRE TIME LOKI WAS PESTERING HIM

loki looks so excited I just know this is all fun for him ALSO THE LITTLE TADAAA I LOVE HIM

"I wish I could trust you." and then the look Loki's face. my heart breaks into a million little pieces as I've found Loki easily does to me. and then his "You can trust my rage." I believe that's in regards to the murderous rage in him against the elves for murdering his mother. but there's always more than that.

I love watching loki fight

do we think loki believed he was actually going to die? i think he did and that he meant each I'm sorry as he thought it would be his last chance to say so. and he really didnt do this for Odin. obviously. he may have his problems with thor but he loves his brother. and his mother. he did it for them.

and there's loki waltzing off as an asgardian guard. giving news of his "death" to odin. bet he was curious how he would react.

is that the dude from the witcher?? the guy yennefer dated briefly ??

I'm bored now. not enough loki 😒

now at this point we know this is loki and not actually odin. these words are loki's and they mean so much more coming from him. I also find it funny how menacing they had left it off with him on the throne and when we come back to it he's writing plays about himself and indulging in wine and theater built a statue of himself etc,. etc,. I think despite his unseriousness he was being a better king than odin i mean everyone seemed pretty happy the only complaints if i remember were from outside of asgard.

sif and the big red headed guy (I cant remember his name I'm sorry) are obviously bringing the other stone here upon king's orders. loki's orders. because loki knows thanos is out there looking for them and possibly even him. keeping both in the same place would make it that much easier for thanos. I love the little things. I really do.

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END

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

it is such a luxury writing hurt/comfort with a character who actually wants to be comforted

[hotch-stufff]

Surprise, Surprise

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x F!reader

Warnings!: there are no warnings, im not telling you a single thing. It's a surprise. Just read and find out ;)

Also, as much as I love him, Jack does not exist in this story, wasn't really sure how to write him in.

Author's Note: I'm so sorry that I haven't written in a while, I have had no inspiration and my bf dumped me so... ya'know that was nice. Anyways, finally getting some inspo, hopefully I will be writing more. Hope you guys enjoy this one :) Also, the mood board is mine, but the images are all from pintrest.

Word count: 1.4 k words

This is an emotional roller coaster

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You couldn't breathe.

You couldn't move, or speak.

Your knees gave out as you fell to the floor, sobs racking your body.

You felt arms wrap around you, but it didn't help. You were suffocating. He was your air, and he had just been ripped from your lungs. 

He was gone, dead.

Your husband.

The love of your life.

Aaron Hotchner was dead

* * *

You don't remember anything after the doctor uttered those words. You don't remember Rossi picking you up and holding you. You don't remember the sad glances, the tears shed by your teammates. You don't remember the car ride to your now empty shared apartment. You don't remember lying down and sobbing into the pillow for hours.

No, you only remember the pain. The unbearable pain of loss.

He was gone. Really gone.

You cried and cried for hours on end. Until you had no tears left to shed. 

Then you just lied there, staring at the wall, gripping his favorite shirt in your arms, remembering every little moment with him.

And it hurt like hell just thinking of everything you did with him. The day you met. Your first kiss, your first date. The day he proposed. Your wedding. Every little thing. 

And you wouldn't be able to do anything else. You wouldn't have kids with him. You guys had just talked about having a baby just the other day. He wanted one so bad. 

You shouldn't have waited.

Because now, now he was gone.

* * *

The next few days were a blur. You found yourself with home-cooked meals overflowing your fridge. A team member at your house every night. But it was all a blur.

All meaningless without Aaron.

The funeral was coming up. You didn't make any arrangements, you asked Rossi if he could handle it and he quickly agreed. 

He had taken care of finding the casket, picking a place, and finding a burial site. Everything. 

The only thing you had asked for was a closed casket.

You couldn't handle looking at him.

* * *

On the day of the funeral, the girls all came over to help you get ready. 

"Alright y/n, do you have a dress?" Penny asked as she walked out of kitchen.

"In the closet." You croaked. Your voice being hoarse from the crying and lack of speaking for the past two weeks.

"Okay I'll grab that, and shoes. Jj is going to make you breakfast and Em is going to do your hair okay?" You gave her a sad smile and a small okay.

Penny quickly walked back your hallway as Em began pulling your hair back in a low ponytail. You felt the tears begin slipping down your face once again.

Jj saw as she walked back in the room with a bagel and coffee.

"Oh sweetheart." And the dam broke. They comforted you the best they could. But they couldn't even imagine what you were going through, because he was gone.

* * *

The funeral was a blur. It seemed like everything was these days. 

It was a beautiful service. You don't remember much. Lots of hugs and 'sorry for your loss's.

It had gone quickly, and soon you found yourself in Rossi's living room. Everyone but the team had left, you sat alone. The rest were in the kitchen cleaning up.

You didn't move from your spot, sipping your wine.

Everyone walked in, and found spots around you.

It was silent. Not a single word was spoken.

"I'm taking a leave of absence." You spoke.

6 pairs of eyes shot to you, but they couldn't say they were surprised.

"It's just too much. I'm not ready to come back." Your voice was quiet. Rossi was the first to say anything.

"Take all the time you need." 

* * *

And you did. You spent about 3 months in that apartment, alone and sad and heartbroken. 

But you realized that Aaron would never want you to live like this. And you really needed to be able to pay the bills.

So after those 3 months, you gave Rossi a call. He had become until chief since you had left, and he instantly accepted you back to the team.

You were slowly getting better. 

Each passing case a distraction. 

Each one fixing you just a bit more. 

Each one giving your life a purpose, a meaning again.

And you felt better. You stopped crying yourself to sleep. You stopped sitting in silence for hours on end. You stopped crying every time you thought about him.

But you still visited him every week. You still thought about him everyday. You still wore your wedding rings, refusing to take them off.

But you were better. 

* * *

A few more months went by and you started going out with the team again. You spent more time with them. Almost every weekend. And you were somewhat okay.

And it wasn't until about 8 months after his death did your world come to another crashing halt.

You had been called in to the BAU, not entirely sure why, but you came in none the less. 

You figured it was a case, but Jj hadn't specified on the phone, which was strange.

You had walked up to the conference room, and were surprised to see the whole team sitting there ready to go. 

"Hey guys, do we have a case?" You asked, but Jj sent you a sad look causing you to grow worried.

"Y/n, you should sit down for this." You had no idea what was going on. What on earth was happening. "Peter Raymond recently resurfaced, and was taken into custody this morning about an hour ago. He resisted arrest and pulled a gun on an officer. He was shot and killed." Your heart hammered in your chest. He was gone. The bastard who killed your husband was gone. Rossi stood walking towards Jj.

A pit grew in your stomach, there was more, something you didn't know.

"8 months ago I made a decision that greatly affected this team. Aaron Hotchner received substantial injuries from the wounds he endured, but his surgery was a success and he was airlifted to an unknown location. His identity was changed in order to keep him safe. But he is alive." 

You couldn't believe your ears. He was alive. Alive? 

Your eyes shot to the door and there he stood. 

Aaron Hotchner. 

You couldn't breathe. 

You couldn't move or speak. 

He was alive, you should be ecstatic.

But you only felt anger.

Your eyes shot to Rossi.

"How dare you." You whispered out, surprising the team. You weren't an angry person, you never yelled at your teammates. But you, you were seething. "How could you do that. You knew he was alive and yet you let me suffer. You watched as I cried day and night. You watched as I let myself go, as I lost myself." You shook your head in anger.

Aaron stepped forward reaching out for you, but you shook your head.

"Dont touch me. Don't fucking touch me." You felt the tears fall down your face. Again. "You left me. You're dead. You're gone. Y-you left." You were shaking and crying and once again Aaron reached out for you, but this time you let him.

He brought you into a crushing hug, holding you like you had begged to be held for months. 

He was here, really here. You could smell and feel and see him. He was really here.

"Y-you bastard. You left me." You whispered desperately as you cried into his shirt. 

The team was quick to disperse. They too were mad at Rossi, and they wanted to reunite with Hotch. But they left you be, at least for now.

Aaron pulled back slightly, looking down at you.

"Sweetheart I'm so sorry. I wish I didn't have to. But he would have killed you and then he would have killed me." He had tears running down his face as well now. But you were so angry at him.

You pushed him away.

"I could have gone with you Aaron. You could have gone into witsec. You didn't need to fake your fucking death Aaron!" You yelled at him. you couldn't even believe you were eating this conversation.

"Y/n please, I'm so sorry." You were mad yeah, but you were so overwhelmingly relieved that it overpowered your anger. "I missed you sweetheart." He whispered out and you broke just a little bit more.

"You bastard. Y-you stupid man." You pulled him back to you and slammed your lips together. "You stupid, stupid man." You gasped out between kisses. 

"I know, I'm so sorry. I love you." He stated after you pulled away.

"I-I love you too." You were sobbing at this point.. "Don't ever do that to me again." He nodded, leaning in to kiss you again.

And you kissed your husband.

Because he wasn't gone. 

He was right here.

And god did it feel amazing to have him back

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Thanks for reading! Requests are still open, so ask away! Currently I'm only taking requests from my prompt list, which is right here! School is starting up soon though, so i may not be writing very often, but i will definitely try! Anyways, if you would like to read more of my work, here is my masterlist.

[sillyrabbit81]

Welcome Baby Hobbit

Summary: Your pregnancy doesn't progress as planned and Sy is getting worried.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Pregnant Female Reader

Word Count: Approx 2.5k

Warnings: Medical Procedures, Birth, Body Fluids, Smut, masturbation (male), discussions of death. ANGST (I hope I have covered everything)

Author's Note: I dont think this is a story for everyone. Be aware and be responsible for your reading decisions.

So this is a bit of a personal story. Much of this is heavily inspired by what I went through when I had my first child. It wasn't always a pleasant experience, but for me, it was worth it. I wasn't going to write it, but it ended up being therapeutic in a way.

Thanks to @jessiecavill for our chat and encouraging me to write this. Also to @blakerogue for reading through it, you're the sweetest!

This is a sort of part 2 to an ask, but I think you could read it without the back story.

I didn't really edit this either. Kind of too hard to do, so there will be errors. Sorry!

Masterlist

Welcome Baby Hobbit

Over the next few weeks your pregnancy progressed from uncomfortable to unbearable. You continued to get bigger and it became increasingly hard to move. Sy was getting growing more worried each day, he hadn’t been around a lot of pregnant women, but he knew it wasn’t supposed to be like this.

You did everything you could to assure him you were fine. You took him with you to your doctor’s appointments and they reiterated that your blood pressure was fine, sugar levels were normal and although you had slightly elevated protein readings in your urine, they were within the acceptable range. They also told you to make sure you eat well, cut down on sugars and fats. Sy grew angry, telling the doctors that it’s not the food that’s making you big, something else was going on.

Work was getting increasingly difficult as you were on your feet a lot. You came home exhausted each night, your legs and feet in agony, none of your shoes fit properly and you had to buy a pair of shoes three sizes bigger just to fit your feet. When you got home from work, Sy would make you lay on the lounge with your feet elevated and would cook your dinner. He was getting frantic, frustrated and angry with you.

“I’m telling you, Darlin’, this ain’t right.”

“I’m fine, Sy. Not all women have dream pregnancies,” you tell him. Deep down you were worried too. But you wouldn’t admit it. You had to think positively, or you would crumble under the weight of your stress. You were fine, baby Hobbit was fine. Everything was going to be ok.

You stopped having sex. At first you didn’t care, you didn’t feel like it anyway, but after a few days you realised Sy hadn’t touched you in a sexual way in nearly a week. You immediately thought he must think you were ugly and gross, so you shied away from him too. Then one night you woke up to him furiously jerking off on the bed next to you. You stayed still, not wanting to alert him you were awake, but then you felt his hand on your hip, his fingers sliding across your skin. You heard him mutter a curse as he touched you, and you realised with relief that he still wanted you.

“Sy,” you say into the night.

Sy curses again and freezes. “You need anything, Sugar?” He asks with a hoarse voice, tinged with embarrassment. You let out a short laugh before trying to cover it. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” Sy says. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

You didn’t feel like laughing anymore. “You’d rather do it yourself than fuck me now,” you say bitterly. “Good to know.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Sy says, quietly.

You gasp, “Well, you just succeeded.” You push his hand off, and pull the blankets up high, nearly covering your head. You didn’t want to look at him, or have him look at you.

“Now, wait a minute woman, that’s not what I meant,” Sy said angrily. He pulls your blanket off, and makes you look at him. “I want you, I really fucking want you.” His hand cups your swollen and tender breasts over your night shirt, his thumb makes circles over your nipples and you shy away from him, it hurts even when he is gentle. “But you’re in too much pain.”

“I could do what you’re doing,” you tell him.

“Nah, you don’t have to. I spend enough time away to know how to take care of myself.” It’s too dark to see his face clearly, but you can hear the smile in his voice. You feel his breath on your neck as he kisses you there. Almost shyly he says, “But, can I touch you while I do it.”

“Kiss me too,” you say. With a small moan he does, his lips firm while his tongue seeks yours. He tries to be gentle, but he can’t, and honestly you don’t mind. You needed to know he still wanted you.

By the time you were 34 weeks, Sy put his foot down and called your boss telling her you weren’t coming in anymore. You were angry with him and you had the biggest fight you had ever had in your relationship. You accused him of being controlling, not trusting you to make the right decisions. He said if you were going to continue to put yourself and the baby in danger then damn straight he was going to take control. For the first time since you were together, Sy slept on the lounge. You cried most of the night, but that was nothing new, you hardly slept anymore anyway.

In the very early hours of the morning you heard him creep into the bedroom and felt the bed dip as he got in. You turned your head to look at him and you saw the vague outline of his darkened face. He reached out and found you, trying to get as close to you as best he could with the pillow fort you made every night to keep your back raised to stop your reflux. You guided his head to your chest and he wrapped his arm around you and Hobbit. Neither of you apologised for what you had said, you didn’t need to. You both knew the other was sorry and you both knew how difficult the situation was for the other.

In the morning you woke with a headache. You stayed in bed feeling unwell in the stomach and your head pounded. Sy didn’t say anything, probably because he didn’t want a repeat of last night’s fight, but he paced around, hardly leaving your side.

Your headache got worse and when you saw flashing lights in your vision, you knew you were in trouble. You ask Sy to call the hospital and you gingerly get up to take a shower. Sy sits on the toilet seat and watches you shower while he talks on the phone. You try not to look at him, his face is so pale and he looks so concerned he’s making you feel worse. He asks you questions and he relays them to the midwife. By the time he is finished on the phone you are turning off the water.

“Well?” You ask as Sy gets the towel to help you dry off.

In a voice you rarely hear, his detached singular Captain’s voice he says, “They want us to go in straight away.”

Your chin starts trembling and tears aren’t far behind. You didn’t want to cry, your head hurts bad enough as it was, but you couldn’t stop. Sy pulls you into a hug, stroking your hair. “It’s alright, Sugar. You’re going to be ok.” You almost tell him that you weren’t worried about yourself, that you were worried about Hobbit. You kept your mouth shut, you weren’t quite ready for that conversation yet.

You dressed while Sy put your toothbrush and chargers in your hospital bag. He helped you put your shoes on too. Sy took your car, his truck was nearly impossible for you to get into and you wordlessly drove to the hospital. In the waiting area, Sy held your hand and you were comforted by his new found calmness. It wasn’t a cold calmness, he was present and still warm, zen was the only word you could think of to describe his mood. You were thankful for his smile when you glanced at him, and the way he put his hand under your chin and guided you to his lips for a kiss before he put his arm around your shoulder.

No more than five minutes passed before your name was called to the next room where you were put onto a hospital bed and then things moved quickly. Your blood pressure was taken, you were hooked up to a fetal monitor, its quiet noises a strange reassurance. You were visited first by a midwife and then by a doctor who all seemed to ask you the same questions and then you were swiftly moved by orderlies to a birthing suite where you were hooked up to machines again and briefly left alone.

Sy held your hand and if it wasn’t for the tightness of his eyes and the falseness of his smile, you would have said he was the picture of serenity. You knew better, and his new hints of concern made the gravity of the situation clearer to you. But instead of falling apart, you realise that now was the time you had to pull together every thread of strength you had to get through this and the thought works. You feel yourself pushing the doubts away and focusing on staying as cool as possible, conserving your energy and focusing on your goal, getting your Little Hobbit out safe.

Soon a small army of people arrive in the room, doctors and midwives come and introduce themselves and start to look at charts and readings. You don’t know why they bothered telling you their names, details like that went in one ear and out the other. But one thing that didn’t escape your notice was the nurse with the catheter. Introducing herself she said that it was concerning that you hadn’t been to the toilet for twelve hours so you would need a catheter to monitor your urine output and also to do some tests.

Agreeing, you go through a process you would have found humiliating at any other time of your life, but today, you didn’t care that you were basically flashing five strangers your vagina. The catheter was uncomfortable but urine flowed almost immediately and both you and Sy gasped when you saw it trickle down the tube and into the bag. It was so dark and full of blood it looked like cola. You knew that wasn’t good, and you fully realised in that moment that you could die. No, you were dying. If they couldn’t stop your blood

pressure from rising you would have a stroke and probably die. If they didn’t stop your kidneys shutting down, you would die.

Again, there was a great flurry of activity and the doctors started to lay out your options. You and Sy listened as they told you that you had preeclampsia, a condition which can turn unto eclampsia which is fatal; the only way to stop its progression was to have the baby, and even then there will be weeks of monitoring you to make sure your blood pressure becomes healthy again. Your jaw dropped as you realised your Little Hobbit was killing you.

In a sure sign that you probably weren’t in your right mind, when the doctors finish talking you look at Sy and say with a big smile, “Stupid, fat hobbit. It ruins it.” Sy presses his lips together, trying not to laugh. He looks away as he snorts and tries to regain composure. You give him a minute and ask the doctor, “If I have him now, will he be ok? I know premature babies can have a lot of health problems.”

The doctor explained that essentially the baby was fully grown and viable, but their lungs will require stimulation to begin breathing properly if born between six and four weeks early. They will need to be in the NICU for about a week, for monitoring. That sobered you and Sy up.

“Is there any chance, I can try and ride it out a few days?” you ask. “You know, to get him closer to four weeks?”

“Sugar, it’s over a week ‘til you’re 36 weeks,” Sy says gently, not wanting to upset you. “You won’t make it. We don’t have a choice.”

Testily you say, “Thank you, Doctor Syverson.” You look to the doctors and midwives. They’re stony faces are uniformly blank, one of the midwife’s kind of shrugs, indicating Sy was right.

You take a deep breath, nod and say, “Okay then, let’s do it.”

More activity goes on as you get questioned again about allergies, when you last ate and drank, if you have had anaesthetic before. You don’t realise Sy was gone until you see him walk past you and sit in the chair next to your bed.

“Where did you go?” You ask.

“Bathroom,” he said flatly. You give him your ‘I know you’re lying to me,’ look and he sighs. “I had to sign some paperwork. About bein’ next of kin and makin’ medical decisions on your behalf and for Little Hobbit.”

You take a minute to process that. Sy can see your mind whirling and he wraps his arms around you, “Don’t worry, it’s pretty standard because you’ll be under anaesthetic you can’t make decisions ok. Nothin’ to worry about Darlin’.” You relax into Sy’s arms a moment you let your fingers trace the curve of his biceps and the dip of his triceps. You hear him sigh as you caress him, and he nuzzles into your neck, his scratchy beard a familiar comfort. “I love you,” he breaths into you, leaving a chaste kiss under your ear.

“I love you too,” you reply, breathing in his comforting scent, a pleasant repose from the chemically smell of disinfectant the.

“Mrs Syverson, the theatre is ready,” you hear someone say.

You regretfully end your embrace, but not before Sy lifts your chin and kisses you. “Smile Sugar, we’re about to meet our little boy.”

You do smile, as you hold your belly and say, “Yeah, we are. He’s trouble already, so we know he takes after you.”

Sy barks out a short laugh, “That’s my girl. You’re gonna do great.”

You’re rushed down the corridors with Sy following beside you, his fingers laced between yours. When you get to the theatre, Sy is taken away while you are given the spinal block and then wheeled into to the operating room and lifted onto the table.

The anaesthesiologist who calls himself Dave, talks you through what is happening, but you’re distracted as you see Sy walk in, covered in far too small disposable scrubs. You giggle at him and he says with a smile, “Don’t say a word.”

“I won’t,” you start to say but then you feel a strange tugging sensation.

“They’re starting,” Dave tells you both.

Sy, being Sy and tall, peeks around the curtain they have raised and you watch as his face turns white. “I probably shouldn’t have done that,” he says.

“Ah, no, probably not,” Dave says. “But a lot of Dads can’t help themselves.”

You make a groan sound as you feel pressure, but no pain as one of the surgeons presses on your belly. “It won’t be long now,” Dave says and it isn’t.

You hear a sound you will never forget as long as you live, a sound that rips your heart out. The surprisingly strong but cry from your boy and you feel as though the whole world stopped, you don’t breathe, you don’t hear anything and all you see is Sy’s beaming face as your little boy is placed on your chest.

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[anythingforspence]

the capstone - chapter one

Summary: Reader is a semester away from getting her masters in Psychology and duringher last semester she has to complete her capstone, or passion project if you will. This year, the professors decided that each student will be personally mentored by a psycologyst in distinct fields. When Y/N meets hers, she can’t decide whether she is lucky or if it will be a long 5 months.

Pairing: Female reader x Spencer Reid

Word Count: 1.8 k

Chapter warning: harsh language, sexy talk, no smut yet

A/N: omg tysm for all of the love on the teaser post. i hope i dont dissapoint.

Although I’m wide awake, I let my alarm clock keep beeping and beeping and beeping as I stare up at the white ceiling of my cheap studio apartment. My neighbor woke me up bright and early this morning by doing what sounded like lugging a dead body throughout his apartment. I lifted my head slightly just to slam it back against my bed, whining about being awake at 5:30 am. I’m probably just nervous. I have to complete this passion project for my psychology class by being mentored by a famous psychologist and write a paper about their career and their wisdom I guess. I have a meeting with my mentor today and I don’t know what to expect. My professor kept the identity of our mentors a secret. For the “excitement” and whatnot.

With a sigh, I swing my legs over the side of my bed and bend over to switch off the alarm. Resting my elbows on my knees, I run my hands down my face, basically prepping myself for the fact that I have to stand up soon. The moment I stand, I stretch all throughout my body, ending with my hands high above my head, stretching into the ceiling. My mouth getting ready to yawn when a bang was heard next door, like a book being chucked against the wall ajoined with my neighbors apartment causing me to yelp. I’m pretty sure I heard a chuckle in response to my scream. I glared at the wall, thinking of all the ways I could storm in there and punch my neighbor. I had two choices. I could storm in there and do all the things I wish I could do, or I could mind my business and get ready for the day.

Rolling my eyes I decided to just get ready. I still wanted payback, however, I blasted Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now by The Smiths as I head into the showe. I grab brown trousers, a white button up, and a sage green set of lace undergarments. Not that anyone would see them, unfortunately there has been a drought of sorts in my pants. I just wear them for the aesthetic. Getting undressed, I put on my favorite playlist with all of the songs that make me feel like I’m the main character in an indie film. I heard a light tapping at my door, like some wanted my attention but at the same time wished I never paid attention to them. I decided to ignore it and step under the stream of water in my shower.

Once I was all finished with my shower, I stepped out into my foggy bathroom. Singing along to Bug Collector by Haley Heynderickx, I start drying off and slip on my outfit for the day. I keep my hair in a towel to help it dry some so I don’t have to use any heat on my hair. For my makeup I decided to go for a red lip, neutral blush, mascara, and brows today. Something simple and professional. I let my hair out of the towel and brush it out, not doing too much to it. Blowing myself a kiss in the mirror, I grab my purse and wrap my student ID around my neck, letting it fall next to the golden flower chained to my neck.When I open the door, I laugh in shock at the note my neighbor left for me.“nice taste in music”

I felt something against my leg and knew exactly who it was. “Hi, Payton,” I sweetly spoke to the Sphynx cat at my feet. I named her Payton even though she’s not technically mine and just wanders through the apartment complex. I bend down to give her scratches at her neck. “How’s my cutie patootie. Did you see the asshole who left this not?” She just tilted her head more into my hand, telling me to keep on scratching. “Guess not.” I stand back up and check the time on my watch, “Shit”. I had five minutes to get there.

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A bell rang as I entered the coffee shop I was supposed to meet my mentor at, of course with my favorite mask on. My eyes scan the place a little before I walk up to the counter to order my favorite drink. “Hi can I just get a 16 ounce Earl Grey, please?” The barista said something along the lines of yes of course and how my total was 2.16. “Alrighty, thank you.” It didn’t take too long for it to be done. They weren’t very busy and it’s just a tea bag and hot water.

“Excuse me, are you Y/F/N Y/L/N?” 

Woah. His voice sent a tingle down my spine. Probably just because I haven’t had much human contact or the fact that I haven’t been laid in a while but, my god, what I would give for him to say my name again. But that was nothing compared to what I saw when I turned around. I’m just glad I was wearing a mask so he didn’t the way my lips parted when my eyes met his. He had curly brown hair and he dressed like an old man, doesn’t sound like much but for me, that’s everything. Oh my gosh, and he had nerdy little cute glasses? When I realized I was staring I averted my eyes and started blushing.

“Um, yes, hi, that’s my name. I’m so sorry, but what’s your name?” The tremor in my voice made me want to just drop dead. I’m a woman of science but if the Earth knew how to open up and swallow people, now would be the time to prove it.

“Oh hi. I’m Doctor Spencer Reid. I’m your psychology mentor. Did your professor not tell you?” He seemed so confused, oh my god he’s so cute.

“Oh. Oh my God I’m so sorry! My professor didn’t let us know who was mentoring us, just in case we did prior research or something. I’m sorry. But yes um I’m Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you, sir,” I kept on rambling, looking anywhere but his eyes. Unfortunately, it made me look like I was checking him out. Oh fuck.

Chuckling a bit, he goes, “Oh no your fine. No need to apalogize. It’s a pleasure to meet you miss Y/N.” Not going to lie, the way he said my name sent tingles to my pussy. Oh my god what is wrong with me! I can’t be thinking these things about the person who is going to mentor me! Stop being so horny.

I started to blush and I cleared my throat and gestured towards the window. “Um, should we go sit out there?”

“Oh yes of course. Please after you,” he said, his hand finding the small of my back, hitching my breath and making me nervously mess with the rings on my fingers. We sat at the iron tables outside of the coffee shop, he pulled my chair open for me, finally his hands off of me. I felt like I could breathe again but at the same time I felt sad, empty. He took off his mask to take a sip of what he was drinking and holy shit. He had some scruff and his lips just looked so inviting. I wanted to distract from the silence that was biting at me. “So, uh, what do you do?” My voice trailing off, making everything so much heavier with awkwardness and the sexual tension that was just coming from me.

“What do you mean what do I do?” Fuck. I looked so stupid of course he does something in pschology. That’s the whole reason you’re here.

“W-well, um, like what specific area do you work in?”

“I do criminal profiling with the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI.” My eyebrows bunch together in confusion. What does that have to do with psychology? Almost as if he’s reading my mind he continues, “We psycho analyze crime scenes, victims, bodies to understand why a criminal would do what they did, which helps us to understand the type of person they are, their background, and it leads us to the criminal, or unsub.”

“Wow that’s actually really cool. But, like, how does that all work?”

“Tell me, Y/N, when was the last time you had sex?” I didn’t say anything. I was so shocked. First off, how inappropriate, but also how did he know? “When I first walked in, you kept on looking me up and down as if you’ve never seen a man before. You keep fidgeting with your rings. Usually new jewelry makes people fidget but the stains on your fingers suggest you wear rings frequently which means you're nervous. Also ever since I’ve taken my mask offyou haven’t stopped staring at my lips. So, sweet girl, tell me when was the last time you were satisfied?”

I just sat there, gapping at him like a fish out of water. What was I supposed to say? Why thank you for asking, although the last time I’ve had sex was a year ago but the last time I’ve orgasmed has been longer? Before I could come up with an answer he got a phone call. Someone named Morgan needed him or something. Whatever it was, it seemed urgent.“Sorry our meeting got cut short, Y/N. Very important FBI business came up. Here is my card, has my name, email and phone number. I recommend calling me because I don’t usually check my emails or my texts. Your professor already gave me your contact information so I know how to find you. I am very excited for the upcoming months.”

“Oh- uh, thank you,” I whispered, still shocked. He grabs my hand so that he can hand me my card since I haven’t moved a muscle. 

“Oh and Y/N?” My head wips up at him and I let out a “hmm?” that could be mistaken for a moan. “Green is a nice color on you.” Confused, I looked down to see my button up shirt had popped open, letting my green covered tits be seen by the world. Eyes blown open, I immediately cover myself and say a thank you that sounded so embarrassing because my voice cracked. He just chucked and told me he would contact me soon. Before he left, I could’ve sworn he looked at me as if I was a sexy hollywood actress or something. But I brushed it off. Maybe he was concerned for me. After all, I had my tits out and made it obvious that I was desperately horny. God these five months will be awful if I keep thinking about Dr. Reid as a sex partner than a mentor. Then again the concept of having sex with your mentor can be hot. Nope. No. I should stop there.

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Crushing on You (HCs) | BNHA

Request: First of All, i love your navigation its really unique :) Then mhhh what i wanted to request are just some headcanons about shoto (and other characters u like) in which they get really soft zu their crush or s/o, just some fluffy things that come to your mind when u think about it uwu !and dont stress yourself with anseering this request, take ur time! 

anime  |  character(s):   bnha |  todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki

word count: 1.9k+

a/n: thank you anon, it took me a really long time to make my current navigation; glad you liked it! sorry for the delay, i’ve been trying to squeeze in writing time between my work schedules and finally managed to complete this as well. Whew! i expanded a little more on your requests while trying not to go off-track hahah! also, i really want to add more characters but time could allow me to write for these two. hope you like my take on how they would behave regarding their crushes! i kinda rushed through this piece so the sentences may not string well together hahah and there may be some errors; it’s not beta-ed.

How did he find out about his crush on you?

Shouto is as smart as a pile of bricks when it comes to anything that isn’t…well, hero stuff? So when he harbored special feelings for you at the start, he wasn’t aware of that. Completely oblivious and hilariously dense about it.

The first few times his heart raced and his cheeks grew warm in your presence, he didn’t make the connection between these and you. He went to see the doctor thinking there was something wrong with his heart and was the reason why his face would feel warm. Nights before his appointment at the hospital, he couldn’t sleep.

It turned out that everything was fine; his heart is perfectly healthy. So the next thing he thought, making a connection to you - is he allergic to you? Or did you have some sort of secondary quirk you kept secret?

Often, he found his eyes gravitating to you, like you were some kind of magnet. You were the first thought he wakes up to and the last before he went to sleep. There were times he felt oddly possessive of you when you talked with the guys.

Despite all these, none of these made him realize his feelings for you. He passed them off as curiosity since you were the only one who made him feel strange.

He only found out why when he shared his suspicion about you  - is he allergic to you? Or did you have some sort of secondary quirk you kept secret? - with Midoriya, particularly the latter. 

How does Shouto behave around you after his realization? All the years growing up the way he did, having a crush on someone was foreign and bizarre to him. Knowing only quirk-related and hero whatnots with limited social interactions in his maturation years, he was…afraid. Afraid of his own feelings for you. He has no idea what to do and couldn’t face you without accidentally coming off as ‘curt and cold’ to you. He avoided you like you were the plague; he couldn’t help it - he felt like he could combust into flames (lol) from how much you made him blush.

You had always enjoyed Shouto’s company and admired his talents as a hero, sharing an amicable connection with him despite not being in his circle with Midoriya and the rest. You liked him. Liked him too much. 

So when he was suddenly blunt and cold to you + very obviously avoiding you, your heart broke. 

The day you confronted him out of frustration and with a broken heart, he realized how wrong he was to act like this.

>> a short fic based on the paragraphs above is coming soon!

He didn’t want to hurt you because of his own fears. He apologized to you but decided to keep his feelings for you a secret from you - the last thing you two needed a distraction like this when you should be focusing on forging your paths as heroes.

As he promised, he suppressed his feelings and maintained (struggled to) the way he was with you; simply friends.

But he definitely has a soft spot for you. 

He has developed an overprotective streak for you; his eyes were always on you. 

   he’s always the first to react if you were in danger. And if there were any stimulation exercises with the class, he would be adamant about staying near you, asking whoever who is on your team to switch with him (of course, without you knowing)

He is very attentive about what you liked or disliked. Taking notes in his head like it was his duty. 

   there was a time when he overheard a discussion between the girls and you, gushing about the types of clothes you girls like to see on a guy. Taking interest in what you like, he eavesdropped and heard you like pullovers on guys. And on the very next day, he bought himself a few, of course using his Endeavor’s credit card, and wore them as soon as they were ready to worn.

He takes very good care of you and is always concern. Too concerned for a mere friend. He is always there to catch you in case you fall.

menstrual cramps?    one day, he walked into the lounge of Class 1-A dormitory and found you clutching onto your stomach, obviously in discomfort and pain despite already taken a pain killer for your cramps. You desperately needed a heat pad to help ease the shit your uterus had to put you through every month.

at first he had thought about using his fire quirk to help you but quickly scratch that idea because he knew he didn’t have that kind of control to not hurt you by accident. The only solution is to get you a water bottle of warm water which loses its temperature pretty quickly. from then, he made it his goal to obtain superb control over his fire quirk, even to the extent of asking Endeavor for help in refining his control just for you. So that the next month when you had to go through the same pain, he was ready to use his fire quirk to relieve your discomfort.

fever?    shouto caught onto news that you caught a bad cold and were down with a high fever. You laid in the darkness of your room, feeling feverish and your body was burning up. that day, he spent the whole night in your room, tending to you the best he could. Pressed his hand to your burning forehead, ice quirk activated; cool enough to make you sigh but not too cold to freeze you by accident - having only used his ice side growing up, his control is excellent. somehow he ended up holding you, cuddling your feverish head to his body on your bed, regularly activating his ice side to keep his body cool. 

When he thinks about his future after graduation, he always include you. In fact, you are part of a much, much bigger picture in the future he envisioned.

it is in his plan to confess to you after graduation. he already knew enough about you, having paid attention and staying near you throughout after he found out that you were special to him. over time, his crush on you wasn’t as simple anymore. Something stronger and more permanent was beginning to bloom in his heart as he continued to safeguard you and watch over you like a silent guardian.

Get ready to adopt he name ‘Todoroki’ in the future ‘cause he’s pretty determined to take things further with you. First, his girlfriend and of course his wife and the mother of his children. 

How did he find out about his crush on you?

I would like start Bakugou’s part right off the bat by saying that the expression you see in the heading^ made for him is exactly how he would react once he realized he has a crush on you. 

Bakugou here looks like he is in disbelief (as if having such feelings was absurd), bewildered and irked.  Yes, damn right he will be irked. He finds harboring such feelings for you or in fact, anyone unnecessary, ridiculous and stupid. He didn’t have time for such a thing.

Bakugou isn’t as dense as Shouto about this sort of things; if he did find his heart pounding around you, he’s sharp enough to know that you had an effect on him and suspect that he has feelings for you, but this doesn’t mean he is going to acknowledge it. He would dismiss it quickly and move on to more important stuff like his goals.  One day, he grew really jealous and extremely irritated when he saw two seniors hitting on you while he was on his way to class after lunch with Kirishima and Denki. Surprisingly, he handled the situation pretty calmly despite how irritated he is. He walked forward, speeding up ahead of Kirishima and Denki and smoothly tugged you away from the persistent upperclassmen with a firm but gentle grip around your bicep. 

From that incident,  Kirishima and (sorry Kirishima is probably pretty dense about this sort of things but of course no one could beat Shouto in this area lol)  Denki being a rather perceptive guy when it came to matters of the heart, was quick to pick up on Bakugou’s crush on you. Bakugou kind of grudgingly acknowledge his feelings for you that day. Was it because his friends being pushy, constantly teasing him about it? Or was it witnessing that upsetting scene you were in? 

Maybe both? But that did not mean he was going to act on it. He is still pretty stubborn about remaining unbothered about this “useless, pointless sentiment”, quoted Bakugou pretty often to his friends. How does Bakugou behave around you? Bakugou Katsuki is a freaking kuudere - i.e.  a character who is often cold, blunt, and cynical. They may seem very emotionless on the outside, but on the inside they’re very caring — at least when it comes to the ones they love.  Though he deems his feelings for you a “useless, pointless sentiment”, it has become a second nature to him to worry about you regardless of how adamant he is about “not giving a fuck about you” as he had gruffly said to shut his friends up. 

He becomes subtlysoft!Bakugou around you. 

  he is rather toned-down and mature when it comes to you. his explosive (haha) temperament is milder and he exhibits bits of gentlemen traits around you.

  his brash, rough voice softens when he talks to you without him realizing. He is more patient and calmer around you than the rest of his classmates or even his closest friends like Kirishima. he rarely yells at you and addresses you by your name, and not insults he typically used on others e.g. extras, nerd, idiot. 

He is protective.

  he is always quick on his feet in getting you out of sticky situations most of the time. tied to being subtlysoft!Bakugou in my previous point (duh), he demonstrated his ability to be cool-headed and efficient when he got you out of the situation with the two upperclassmen. 

  sometimes if he could in stimulation exercises, he would be try to get you to come along whenever he went on his own way with Kirishima and Denki.

“stay close.” he would mutter in a grudging gruff tone as he bashfully tug you along, away from the rest of the class as we all know he always do in the canon.

He is rather thoughtful and considerate when it’s you.

  once you didn’t turn up for school and he kept glancing over at your empty desk, concerned. he found out that you were down with a bad cold and was being taken care of by Recovery Girl in the infantry. Exams were just two weeks away so he secretly took down notes for you.

When you recovered, he made fun of Kirishima’s “shitty grades” and somehow managed to get Kirishima to start a study session with you included; his main motive was so he could help you catch up without you learning about his true intentions. (kuudere much, Bakugou  -__-)

you are a priority, and eventually a goal as well.

  as bakugou matures alongside you and Class 1A through the years, he will gradually accept that life isn’t only about hero stuff, being number one or putting that stupid nerd Izuku in his fucking place.  (i love midoriya okay, this is just bakugou being bakugou hahah) Or at least he didn’t want his life to be merely about all that. You were also his goal, in fact, one of his biggest goals. He isn’t exactly a big fan of screeching little spawns of the devils but he could live with it if they were part of a future with you.

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Always But Not Forever

Mob!Tom Holland x Reader

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Summary : During the interrogation of a mole, Tom learns something

A/n : I want to write something for the holidays but i dont do fluff (unless its requested) so here’s a angsty mob!au instead

Warnings : Torchere, blood, violence, cursing, illusion do death, fluff if you squint (dont worry it doesnt last long), mention of injuries, mention of manipulation, implied death?

Word Count : 1.7k

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“You know, I almost admire the audacity you must’ve had to pull off something like this,” Tom chuckled, rolling up the sleeves of his white button up, “To betray us, to betray me,”

The pads of his fingers passed over the array of equipment laid out on the table in front of him, teasing the handles of guns, knives and other various torchere devices. Usually, he would just grab his trusty blade from the holder on his belt, slicing the person's throat to watch them bleed out on the chair, coughing and pleading for their life.

But this was a special occasion, one he wanted to drag on for as long as possible. He wanted to hear her screams fill the room, echoing its way around the warehouse. He wanted the floor to be soaked in her blood, dripping from her skin. He wanted to watch her life drain from her eyes slowly and painfully.

But first, he needed to get answers.

“So,” he said slowly, “Are you going to tell me why? Or do I have to force out out of you,”

The woman only chuckled, her eyes hooded as she stared him straight in the eye, “I think we both know the answer to that Tommy,”

“Don’t fucking call me that,” he growled, striding up and grabbing her throat with enough force to lean the chair back, not caring if it were to fall and break on the hard, concrete floor.

“Aww, what’s wrong?” she fake pouted, “I thought you loved the name? Or is it only reserved for your whore of a wife,”

“You really want to die don’t you,” Tom chuckled darkly, bending down to look her directly in the eyes, face inches apart, “You’re on thin fucking ice,”

“And I want to shatter it,” she sneered, leaning her own face forward as much as she could with the restraints tied around her, “Just like I did your best pals heart,”

Tom felt his chest tighten at the mention of Harrison. He would never blame the blond for what happened, because despite the guilt he held, he knew that it wasn't his fault. He blamed himself for getting his friend in the hospital on his deathbed. Well maybe not that drastic, Harrison was a hard fucker to get rid of, he knew that no matter what he would hang on  but it felt like he had already lost him.

He couldn't get the images out of his head, the flashes of red, screams pounding in his ear. But the sight of her standing above his best friend, gun in hand, ready to fire. The thought alone made his go feral.

And he hated that, he hated that she knew how to get under his skin so easily. After getting so close, to not just him but his close family, his friends, to you. He could already picture the hurt that would spread across your face when he would tell you. You both valued close bonds with people, building that relationship to something reliable, something worth trusting.

So when that trust was broken, all hell broke loose.

“I’m sure you’ll do just a fine job at that,” he muttered, standing back straight up, “And the moment you do I’ll put a bullet between your eyes,”

“Oh we both know you couldn't do that Tommy,” she smirked, “Not when I have so much valuable information that you so desperately need,”

Tom chuckled, picking up a syringe filled with a light blue liquid. His fingers flicked the cover before taking it fully off, revealing the needle to the open air, “Yeah, we’ll see about that,” he turned back around to face her, his face void of emotion, “Gag her,”

Him and his men had spent the next, god knows how long trying countless methods and tactics they always used to get people like her to talk. But nothing worked, even after repeatedly taking out the gag, waiting for the answers they had been searching for, she didn't budge.

She stayed completely stoic.

Tom tried his best to keep calm, unbuttoning the top of his shirt when his breath became restraint with the added pressure to around his neck

“It wouldn't matter anyways,” she sniffed, finally calming down while spitting out a wad of blood from her mouth, “I’ve already gotten what I wanted,”

“What the fuck is that suppose too mean,” Tom said exasperatedly.

“It means-,” she interrupted herself while trying to stop the sick laughter threatening to erupt from her throat, “I never thought you cared so much about me Tommy, to spend so long with me when-,” she tilted her head to the side, “You have a wife at home don’t you?”

Tom felt his heart stop, “What did you do?”

“Might want to check that little wifey of yours Tommy,” she cackled, blood splattering from her mouth, staining the collar of her shirt and the floor in front of her, “Who knows how much time she might have left!”

“WHAT! The fuck! Did you do!” He screamed, clutching her bloody shirt in his fists, not caring if some of the liquid transferred to his already red hands.

“You left me alone, with Y/n, for months,” she giggled, “What do you think I did?”

“If you hurt her-,”

“You’ve already done your worst to me Holland,” the grin settling on her face became unsettling, “Now it’s my turn to watch you suffer,”

Tom didn't want to question her further. He didn't want his temper to take over the little control he tried to maintain over his mind. With a short gruff he pulled away from the woman, walking over to one of his men stationed by the door of the warehouse.

“Break her legs and take her to the hut, prepare the call and get Dr brown on the phone and tell Sam to get to Y/n as soon as possible,” he whispered under his breath, “Take me back home to my wife,”

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“Good Girl,” you yawned, lazily scratching the top of Tessa’s head. It had been a chill day for you in the mansion, lounging around in your husband's clothes while you decorated your section of the building, preparing for the holidays. Tom insisted on getting decorators, knowing how clumsy you were, he didn't want you to hurt yourself. At least that’s the excuse he told you, you knew it was because he didn't want you doing any work on your holidays. 

Nevertheless, you were proud of the work you’ve done, the lights strung along your bedroom walls illuminating the room, making your placement by the window feel more cozy than usual. And with the addition of the cutest dog and a mug of ginger tea, staring out into the snowy garden never felt more calming. The only thing that would make this better is to be cuddled with your personal teddy bear, but your prayers were answered when he called unexpectedly.

“Hi Tommy,” you answered sweetly, gulping down a good bit of the tea,“What’s wrong? I thought you were busy with work?”

“Y/n?” Tom said seriously, a hard edge to his voice you never heard when he talked directly to you, “Y/n, you need to listen to me right now, okay?”

“Okay,” you sat up, throwing your blanket off your lap, “Okay, yeah,” you learnt not to question things like these with Tom’s line of work.

“Where are you right now?” you could hear the click of his shoes hitting the floor in the background, the sound of the vehicle's engines vroomed to life.

“I’m in our bedroom, with Tessa,” you answered quickly, squinting your eyes when you watched her body bounce away when your hand retracted from her fur, “Well just me now,” 

“You’re going to need to go to the medic bay, Doctor Brown will be there and he’ll explain everything,” a car door slammed shut, “Sam is coming to escort you, just,” he let out a deep breath, “Are you alright?”

You melted at the crack in his voice, clearing your throat before answering him, “I’m fine Tommy, never felt better,”

“Are you sure love?” he whispered, his voice losing its harsh tone, falling back to the soft, breathy one you grow to love.

“I’m-,” you moved away from the phone, coughing into your sleeve, “Sorry, uh, yeah I’m fine Tom,”

“It doesn’t sound like you’re okay to me,”

“I-,” you coughed again, this time more violently that the last, “It’s just a cough, probably from that food truck we went out to last night,” you forced a chuckle, trying to keep the air as light hearted as possible.

“A cough? When did this start,” Tom said urgently.

“Uh, this morning i think?” you sniffled, shuffling around to find a tissue box for your sudden runny nose, “I’m sure it’s just a bug Tommy,”

“Y/n, Is Sam there yet?”

“I didn’t hear him no,” your coughing continued, “Do you want me to go outside to check?”

“No, no, stay until he comes, I don’t want you going by yourself,”

Tom’s words began to blur when you took note of the red sploshing your white hoodie. You ran to the bathroom, cursing at the blood trailing from your nose, staining the bottom half of your face.

Your raging coughs continued, splattering droplets across the marble counter

“Love? Are you still there?” Tom said panicked, “Sam said he’s moving as quick as he can,”

“Tommy,” you whimpered, your hand clutching your chest in pain, “I-,” you braced yourself against the counter, feeling weaker and weaker, “Tommy, I don’t-,”you grabbed at your closing throat, “I don’t feel so good,” 

“Love? Y/n?” Tom said frantically, “Hey, hey, hey, listen to me, Sam is almost there, I’m so close to our house, hang in there okay?” he debated his next words, “You’ve been poisoned okay? You’ve been poisoned and if you get the help in time you will get better, just,” his voice hitched, “Please don’t go,”

Your throat burned as your breath started to become short, hiccupy wheezes. Blood began to drip from your nose and mouth onto the tiled floor. You could feel your chest tighten, your heart physically hurting until you couldn't take in any longer.

“Tom-my?” you managed to let out before collapsing on the floor, the shouts of your name echoing in the back of your ear before blackness covered your eyesight, followed by a bright, white light.

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Shifting pt 1

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A/n: Hey guys, sorry for my absence, i just got a new job and trying to wrap my head around the fact the I’m apparently bipolar lol which explains a lot but anyways, I hope you enjoy part one, and have a wonder day. Also Once again I’m sorry for how long this took.

Paul lahote x reader

Word count: 659

Warning: swearing

Request: Can I make a request? A Paul X female reader where he was kinda mean to her and picked on her before he shifted but now that he has he imprinted on her and he has to convince her to give him a chance? I’m just a sucker for an enemies to lovers story and I really like your writing and just binge read your posts lol

(I appreciate your support and I’m sorry I didn’t answer but I hope you enjoy part 1❤️ @amandak27 )

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Alright let's get one thing clear, you were nowhere close to being a teacher's pet or a star student, definitely not an annoying know it all that got hundreds on every assignment and project, colleges wouldnt be breaking down your door asking you to go there when the time came to choose, but your grades were alright and if you knew an answer to a question, you didn't really have a problem saying it. Simple as that right? Nope. Apparently knowing anything at all in class gave a certain hot headed jerk named Paul Lahote the grounds to label you as a nerd.

Honestly you didn't know what his problem with you was, ever since the start of freshman year he's felt the need to taunt and tease you anyway he could. Stepping on the back of your shoes, snide comments during class or in the halls, knocking into you whenever possible, and dont even get me started on gym class. Any class you didn't have with him was a safe haven. At some point you started carrying extra clothes with you because of cafeteria “accidents”.

You even tried learning his schedule so you could try to avoid him, ofcouse word got around though and the next thing you know, he was bullying you for ‘liking’ and ‘stalking’ him. You could admit that he was attractive, but because his personality mimics that of a pile of horse shit that's been set on fire, it would have been over your dead body.

Now having said that, lately he's been acting really strange, not only has he been harassing you less but he's stuck to just blowing up on anyone that got in his way or looked at him wrong. Not that you werent elated that your days at school are a bit easier to get through, but considering he's kept this act up for almost three years, the fact that it's been toned down by almost 75% had you a bit more than suspicious.

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“Pleeeeaaasseeee (Y/N) come eat lunch with me in the cafe with Ash, Paul’s quit his bullshit, he's not gonna do anything, and besides youve had the same spare clothes with you for a week! Just test it out, see how it goes!” Your friend Melody begged trying to pull you to the cafe.

“No, I dont trust it,” you pulled her to you and pointed at her “this is a trap, he's planning something, I can feel it.” rolling her eyes she pushed your finger out of her face and smiled.

“Welp I guess we'll see cause here he comes.” She said looking behind you. Panic flooded your body, so you took Melodys arm and raced through the crowd of kids in the way and ran over to where your mutual friend Ash was sitting and ducked behind their chair.

“Hey weirdo, hey melody” they said, not looking up from their phone while pulling up a chair for you. Melody chuckled and sat beside your empty chair as you watched Paul walk in, not talking your eyes off of him from your hiding spot behind Ash until he had gotten his launch and sat down.

“Dude, pop a squat, you're fine.” Ash said, turning around to look at you, amusement gleaming in their green eyes.

Hesitantly you sat down between the two of them still watching him ignoring his lunch and playing on his phone instead.

For the first time in a very long time, you had a nice lunch break with your friends, talking about classes, that days gossip, and your after school extra credit tutoring for a someone in your history teachers class.

Before you knew it the bell rang and you happily made you way down to the library to meet the student youd be tutoring for a few months and sat by the table near the door where Mr. Sohn said they would meet you.

Getting all your notes out, you grabbed “Doctor Sleep” By Stephen King and read while you waited for them to show up.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me”

Your head snapped up at the voice, and low and behold, Paul Fucking Lahote stood at the door by the library looking right at you.

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A/n: I think we all saw that ending of part one but i hope you enjoyed regardless, and again, im really sorry about my absence. I hope you have a wonderful day

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[trashiewrites]

Hello Nurse~

(Russell Adler x F!Reader)

Short debrief: Adler is injured and meets a lovely nurse who he has indeed caught his attention.

Term dictionary:

(Y/n)- your name

(H/c)- hair color

(H/l)- Haigh length

(S/t)- skin tone

Words:1407

Russell held his arm as the chopper lowered into the base. Sims stood next to him with a concerned look for his fighting buddy. "Hey Adler, need help getting to the meds?"

"Don't worry Sims, I'll make it." He hopped out his chopper seat with a bit of a wince. "Its not that bad" Sims frowned his brow as he aswell left the heli.

"You know what? You do you Adler! But you know don't come bitching when you get hurt again." Sims huffed as he grabbed his weapon and began to leave. 

"I am the last person to bitch Sims. You should know that you sour nutbag." He slowly salutes, his face twitches as the stinging in his arm increased.

"Yeah, sure, now go to the meds!" Adler slowly let down his arm and walked casually.  As he walked many soilders greeted him. Either with a verbal 'commander' of even just a salute.  Honestly, especially with his arm the way it was, the greeting were rather exhausting. 

As he moved into the medical tent mainly staying to the back, he looked at all the men who laid on the beds. Some were bloody messes, others looked dead. From a side room a younger nurse came out handing another nurse a serum and a needle. "Don't worry sir, it will all be okay!" Her voice was soft and encouraging. She looked up to see Adler standing there. "Oh my! Pardon me sir, do you need medical?" She walked up to him in a hurry placing a hand upon his good shoulder and his back.

"Yeah, fucked up my arm in the field I need to know what's up." She nodded as she leads him to an empty bed.

"Of course! Do you mind if I can get a hold of your bad arm?" He nodded in response, extended his arm to the nurse. He took the time to notice her features. (H/l) (h/c) hair that complimented her (s/t) skin. "What kind of pain have you've been feeling sir?" He groaned quietly as she pressed the sides of his arm for fractures. "Sorry..." she verbally noted.

"Well since I got back it's been mainly a stinging pain." Adler relaxed again and decided to ask her some questions. "You must be a new nurse down here, I dont remeber ever seeing a pretty face like yours."

"I am recently new, if that counts. Been here for a week now" she giggles softly and she placed his arm back down, "so from how I see it, you grazed the muscle and that may be the stinging pain. You also may have a bone fracture."

"Could be worse in a shithole like this place" Adler shrugged his shoulders, "so miss, what's your name?"

"Oh, did I never say it?" She looked up at him. He shook his head in response, "ah, well excuse my manners. I'm nurse (y/n). Its my honor to help you feel better!" Adler wasn't sure if his mind was also fucked but when she  smiled she seemed to just glow.

"Does anyone tell you how pretty your smile is?" He cracks a small smile. She chuckles, covering her cheeks with her hand.

"O-oh thank you! P-pardon me, I got to grab the supplies Mr.?"

"Adler."

"Mr. Adler" she stood straight turned around and walked to the back. Russell stared at the door she entered for a second or two until he hear the bed next to him creak.  It was a face hes seen around base, only knew his name.

"You know commander, they tell her that everyday.  She hears it a million times but she never reacts like that," the man pulled a pack of cigs from his pocket. Pulled one out for himself then leaned the box towards Adler. As much as he would like one, he politely refused.

"You say so Corporal... Wells, right?" The soilder nods as he swiftly closed the pack of cig. Placing them back at the safety of his pocket and quickly let the flame.

"I ain't no talker but every single guy in base seems to likes her." Wells raised his brows as he took a breath of his cig. "I mean she is cute, but I'm happily married."

"Oh Mr.Wells! You seem to be doing better" the nurse smiles as she walks back with a small bucket of supplies. He moved his cig and exhaled

"Thanks to you nurse." Wells smiled as he took another breath of his cigarette. She placed the supplies upon the side table.

"It's really no problem! But if you are feeling okay now Mr.Wells, I'd have to ask you to leave the med tent" Well silently nodded his head and stood up. Saluted to Adler as well as a wink. Adler only nodded back, and he walked off without another word. "Now let's patch up those wounds Mr.Adler."

"What made you sign up for this hellish war?" Adler extended his arm out again. She held it gently yet she pondered the question. The cruel silence was almost enough to drive him mad. Yet the small just of the outdoor breeze seeped into the tent, slightly blowing the (hc) locks of her hair.

"Well," she grabbed a small rag as well rubbing alcohol, "I was just exiting nurse school by the time the war started. And like any other, I felt like I should use my services to help the soilders some home." Russell was a bit surprised at the notion. Women have the chance to be cozy and stay where it's safe. Alot of nurse happen to be are either here for the pay or were forced into it by their father or even husband. Not to say there isn't anyone else just here to actually be here, yet just a merry few. "This might sting." With that his train of thought ended as he clutched the bed from the stinging pain. 

"Ah, Fuck. That hurt like a bitch

." Adler chuckled. "Mind kissing it better?" The two quietly laugh. (Y/n) actually having to cover her mouth to not laugh too loud. 

"How about if I kiss you on the lips? Would that make it feel better?" Her eyes seemed to narrow as she cheekily smiled. Wrapping the arm wounds up with bandages.

"What's stopping you?" He leaned closer, his voice was deep and quiet. A sly grin stretched upon his face. She looked up to be only inches away from eachother. It was incredibly tempting to her to say the least. He just looked so good, even if she couldnt see his eyes. The glasses only made him seem more mysterious.

"If got a job to do, Mr.Adler." she grinned as she pushed him away from the bridge of his nose.  Turning to her side to get the materials for a splint. It was mainly only small talk from here. Adler barely hid what rejection made him slightly bothered. As she tied up the last bits of it she grinned. "You know maybe we could have that kiss arranged." She reached to her side to grab the wrap she had to put on him. Yet as she leaned in to tie it around the neck. She leaned closely into his ear "meet me after sundown on the side of the med tent" she quickly pecked his cheek and finished tying the wrap, she sat back down.

Adler had his mouth slightly agape. Surely he didnt expect such a intimate invitation but fuck yeah he was more than willing to take it. He held a large grin, ear to ear.  "Invitation accepted."

"Good, now that all I can do with your injuries Mr.Adler. you'll be out for a week at least. you can rest for a bit or leave the tent." She returned to her professional self.

"I'll be off then. Ill see you around nurse."  Adler stood up and began to walk towards the tent exit.

"Of course you will!" She qleefully whispered  as he walked past her. Adler excited out the tent, stood over to the side for a minute to process all that happened. She flooded his mind, that invitation seemed to be the only important thing in his head he could remeber.

"Huh, I'd fucking call her a witch doctor at this point huh." He chuckled to himself. Red rose to his cheeks. "What ever this spell is I guess it feels nice."

[livinginfictions]

Tag/Ask Game

This is a sort of Check-in Tag game thing? I was tagged by @vikingstrash, so thank you dear!

1. Why did you choose your url?

I used to have a different tumblr, and then my sister saw me on it and literally took the mouse and made me follow her own tumblr, and it made me So Immensely uncomfortable, I immediately went and made a whole new blog, and messaged all my mutuals privately to tell them I was moving so my sister wouldn't find out. As I struggled to come up with something more creative than 'time-lady," I remembered one of my mom's favorite sayings, "Reality sucks, live in fiction" and since livinginfiction was taken, my friend (who was helping with the crisis) and I added an 's.' Voila. Seven years later, it's the only username i have online. XD

2. Any side blog?

Three, actually. We've got @merthurismycrack where I reblog Merthur shit, @samspsychicpowers for some SPN stuff, and the side blog that's basically my main blog at this point: @asterekmess which is where all my Teen Wolf and Sterek stuff goes.

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

Uhhh, I've been on this blog since August of 2014, but my old blog was started in....March 2013. I've been around a fucking while.

4. Do you have a queue tag?

HA. Fuck no. Do I look that organized? Y'all get three hours of spam reblogs, and then I disappear into the aether. How it should be. XD

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

This is essentially the same as I said for question one. Sister found the old blog, and I needed a new one. I tend to make my side blogs for more pointed material, so that my main blog can have like...the amalgamation of general stuff i like, and then I can keep the fandomy content more concentrated into the side blogs.

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

Originally, I did not have this icon. I had this pic I found online with these Beautiful bronze wings against a black background. But then, around the time I decided I wanted to sort of...simplify things and make my username for my online stuff all the same, with all the same pfp's so that I was easily recognized, etc, I realized that....that picture was not mine. I didn't design it or anything. And i couldn't find its source to ask for permission to use it. And it started making me feel shitty for using it in the first place. So I spent like an hour and a half trying to make my Own Wing pic to use, and failed miserably. As a last ditch effort, i went through my 'artistic' photos on my phone and found this one. I adore sky pics, and cloud pics, etc, so it was super my thing, and I just slapped it on there. Still not sick of it. XD I also went to my side blogs and changed out the pfp's for photos that I'd taken, except the sterek blog, because that one is literally just a black triskelion on a white background, and it's a pretty non-specific thing. I would have used a picture of my Own Tattoo, but it's very hard to get a picture of my back that doesn't have weird lighting, and I'm just too lazy.

7. Why did you choose your header?

All my headers are also photos that I've taken or art pieces that I've made. In the case of this blog, it's a picture I made with a 'galaxy maker' online thingy. I love green. I love blue. Ta dah. In general i just try to find something that gives me the right vibes or has the right color palette to match what it's for. (orange and blue for sterek, trees for merlin, and wings for spn)

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

On this blog? I.....just spent two hours digging through all my posts tagged 'personal' bc i wanted the post that I MADE with the most notes...and i have no idea. I mostly respond to other posts, rather than making my own. The highest note count i can find is a post i made abt having friends that aren't in your fandom, which means you can use inspirational quotes to help them through tough times without them realizing ur quoting doctor who or something. 22 notes. *fingerguns* I'm famous, i know.

9. How many mutuals do you have ?

Is...is that a thing i can check?? or do you expect me to hand count??

10. How many followers do you have right now?

Uhghhghghgh, this blog has 439 at the moment, and i'm pretty sure not a lot of those are porn bots, bc i usually screen new followers for it. a lot of them have come over from my sterek blog though.

11. How many people do you follow?

hehe....uh...36.....one of which is my husband....

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

I don't even know what the requirements for something being a 'shitpost' are....but i think no?

EDIT: I Take it Back, I just found a post I made with "Hot Take: PIneapples are an honorary citrus fruit" and I believe that counts? So YES.

13. How often do you use tumblr?

Uh, nearly every day, multiple times a day. Sometimes i forget it exists for a couple days, though. It's my only social media. I dont use twitter or facebook or instagram. I Have Accounts, but I literally dont open those apps more than once a month.

14. Did you have a fight /argument with another  blog ? Who won?

My sterek blog gets in fights more often than it should. XD I'm feisty. And I dunno who wins, i think no one. it's tumblr. there's no real winning or losing.

15. How do feel about “ you need to reblog  this” post?

Oh 90% of the time I'll fucking ignore it on principle. I come to tumblr to enjoy myself and escape. I refuse to guilt the shit out of myself and my followers for not reblogging something deemed Essential. I don't care how deep the topic is or how heavy. Sometimes that's WHY I'm not reblogging it, because I don't want that shit on my blog. The other 10% of the time, I'll go to most recent reblog that Doesn't have the guilty shit on it, and then reblog that.

16. Do you like tag games?

It sounds narcissistic, but I like being tagged in them and doing them. I just Really Really Really hate tagging anyone else.

17. Do you like ask games?

Yup, I think they're fun, though I really don't think anyone wants to know this much about me.

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

Uhhh...I have no clue. I think...I think I might be the tumblr famous mutual, or at least my sterek blog is....

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

Yup. My husband.

20. Tagged?

Uh, no one. makes me anxious. XD If someone wants to do it, go ahead and claim i tagged you, i promise no one'll call ur bluff.