#okay gn chicago

[taot-sketches]

Its Christmas and its my special interest, no one is allowed to be mean to me about this

[snixkers]

Superman

Pairing: Spencer Reid × GN! Reader

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Hurt/Comfort

For: Anonymous Request

Content Warnings: Hostage situation, reader held at gunpoint, unsub is shot and killed, canon level violence, heavy kissing, petting, suggestive

Summary: After you're in a hostage situation, Spencer lets you know you can't put yourself in danger like that again.

Author's note: Super happy with the way this turned out! Enjoy!

Feedback is always welcome!

Requests are OPEN

It was supposed to be a normal case just like any other, a serial killer loose on the streets of Chicago. The team had assembled a quick profile, but they didn't factor in one thing: a partner.

That's how you ended up in this situation, with the barrel of a gun resting on your temple and the unsub gripping your shoulders as your team tried to negotiate with the man.

He was getting more and more agitated, and his finger was slowly tightening on the trigger. You squeezed your eyes shut, preparing for the end, when you heard a gunshot. The unsub fell over behind you, dead.

You turned around to see where the shot came from, your jaw dropping as Spencer lowered his smoking gun and put it back in it's holster.

It's not that you weren't grateful, but you certainly weren't expecting Spencer to take a headshot in a hostage situation. That wasn't the way he did things. He'd provide plenty reasons it was unsafe, complete with alternatives.

Compared to the couple minutes you were being held at gunpoint, the next few hours went by shockingly fast. There was a lot of paperwork and interviews with the local police, but when it was over, you were grateful to get back to the hotel.

You were packing your bags and gathering your things when you heard a few sharp knocks at the door. The peephole revealed it was Spencer, so you opened it for him. He stepped in and closed it behind him, watching you for a few minutes before speaking up.

"You could've died earlier."

You bit your lip, unsure of what he was upset about.

"And you saved me. Thanks, by the way. You're my Superman."

He looked a bit frustrated now, running a hand through his hair. Clearly, your joke only served to agitate him.

"It's not funny. I shouldn't have had to do that. You need to stop putting yourself it danger."

You snorted now. He was a such a hypocrite.

"This job is dangerous."

His eyes softened, and he reached down to take your hand in his. "Please. I'm worried because I might not be able to save you someday."

You nodded, leaning closer and giving him a half-hearted hug.

"I am. I will be. Okay?"

He nodded, his eyes fixed on you for a while before he leaned forward and gave you a kiss.

You quickly returned it, your hand intertwining with his and pulling him closer. He wasted no time grabbing you by the waist and pressing up against you, deepening the kiss as goosebumps grew on the skin he touched.

As shy as he was, his hands sure weren't. He palmed at your chest before trailing his fingers down your body to rest on the curve of your ass. You matched his pace, tugging at his tie, when-

Knock knock

Garcia's cheerful voice broke the silence. "Hotch says to get out or we're leaving without you! That means you too, Reid! I know you're in there!"

The two of you quickly sprang apart, fixing your hair and clothes before looking away from each other. You grabbed your bags, and he went back to his room to grab his, meeting you in the lobby of the hotel.

And throughout the entire ride home on the jet, he kept his eyes on you.

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Burning Wood

Marc Spector x GN!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist • ko-fi •

Summary: Marc gets a boner.

🌛For @moonknight-events MK Bingo Spring 2024 Event🌜

A/N: One day I'll have to answer for my sins.

Warnings: blow job in a forest, Marc calling reader 'baby', getting a boner in public and being a little into it, swearing, typos - my head is really not in the game atm, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 1831

Marc pressed his cold nose into your neck as he hugged you from behind. You shiver, instinctively flinching away from his touch and he giggles. 

He presses his nose against you again. 

“Marc,” you chastise, but there’s humour in your voice.

“What?” He grins, obviously knowing exactly what he’s doing. 

“How is your nose so freezing?”

“How is your neck so warm?” 

You chuckle and sigh, putting your hands over his arms. You both stare at the bonfire for a moment longer. 

“I don’t get how you can be cold standing next to this thing,” you motion your hands to the flames. 

Marc jogs on the spot a little, just to amuse you. “It’s cold, let’s stand closer.” 

You laugh. “We’ll be in the fire.”

“Hmmm,” he nuzzles into your neck again and kisses your skin lightly. “Nice and toasty.” 

So far, Marc had enjoyed visiting your family, even if they did live in the middle of nowhere. He thought he was going to go a little stir crazy at first, playfully making shinning jibes, but then he’d kind of… got used to it. The stillness. The forest walks. The tiny village with the population of 62. 

A few kids ran around with sparklers under the watchful gaze of their parents, several people held out marshmallows need the flames. There was warm mead and hot chocolate if anyone wanted it. 

Marc sighed, resting his chin on your shoulder for a second before he muttered, “my hands are cold too.” 

“Marc,” you laugh, “you’re wearing gloves.” 

“I know.”

“Well, you’re not putting them on me.”

“But you’re so warm.” He teases, tensing his arms as if he’s going to move and try to sneak under your shirt. 

“Fuck off.” You grin and grab hold of his hands to stop them going anywhere.

“That’s not nice,” he pouts playfully. “I’m going to freeze to death and you're not going to help me?” 

“You are not, besides, I thought Chicago got pretty cold? Shouldn’t you be used to this?” You tease. 

He grumbles something into your shoulder.

“What?” 

“I said, Chicago isn’t damp cold. Here’s damp cold. Gets into everything.” 

You snort. “Aww, poor baby.” 

“Yeah,” he nods and kisses your cheek. “Poor me, where’s the sympathy for me?” 

You can hear the grin in his voice, he always loved playing up because it made you laugh. Though he seemed a little extra needy right now. Not normally the one for physical affection in public. Maybe the darkness of the night helped.

The bonfire snaps a little, still going strong and you pat Marc’s hair with your gloved hand as you lean back against him. 

He sighs, pressing his face into your shoulder as you brush against the semi-hard outline of cock. 

You pause. Ah. So that was why he was being so handsy. 

“Ohhhhh,” you whisper, dragging out the word to be a menace and lean back again a little to press against his bulge. “I see, hugging me so that you can use me as a shield for prying eyes are you?”

“No.” He says into your shoulder, his voice obscured by your coat. 

“Really?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Okay, well I’ll just-” You go to move but his arms tighten around you.

“Stay here.” 

You giggle. 

He lifts his head up and kisses your cheek again. “I did not hug you to use you as a shield,” he tries to sound stern but the smile in his voice wins out. “I came to hug you and…”

“And?” You raise an eyebrow at him. 

“And then this happened.” 

“From a hug?” You say disbelievingly. 

“Hmm,” he grumbles.”You smell nice.” 

You laugh, “I smell like burning wood.” 

“Yeah, well, that and your natural smell,” he nuzzles into your neck again and breathes deeply. “Smells really good. Smells like… comfort, or something.” 

Despite the sweet tone to his words, you can’t resist a tease. “And that made you horny?”

He tuts and rolls his eyes, giving you a little squeeze. “Yes, okay, it made me really horny. Happy?” 

You pause and then nod, “yes.” You say with a touch too much enthusiasm and Marc laughs. 

“Okay, well good to have your approval.” 

You smile and lean back against him, pressing your back to his chest. There’s a pause before you push back a little more, rubbing against his erection again. 

He stifles a moan into your coat. “Stop it.” He hisses, but you can tell he doesn’t mean it. 

“Stop what?” You say innocently. 

“You know what.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about Marc.” You punctuate the end of the sentence by gently leaning back and rolling your hips against him. 

He groans softly and presses into you. You hear the click in his throat as he swallows. “Do you want me to come in my jeans? Because that’s what’s gonna happen if you keep doing that.” He hisses.

“What?” You say, all mock surprise. “So quickly.” 

He lets out a little grunt of annoyance and presses his face back into your coat.

The realisation that maybe Marc Spector was a little into the risk of being caught started to piece together in your mind. 

You pause for a second before deciding. “Okay.” You pull out of his embrace and turn to face him. 

“Okay?” He startles, his eyebrows pinched together in disappointment, thinking the game is over. 

“Hmm,” you smile sweetly and take his hand before you start walking and urging him to follow. It takes him a second to get the hint. 

No one else seems to notice, or mind, as you both head away from the celebrations. Following the little well trodden path that leads back to the village. 

Marc follows close, a step behind until you are far enough away from the bonfire to be seen by anyone there, but close enough that the light from it just about illuminates your path. 

You guide him off the trail into the thick outcrop of trees.

“Baby, what are we-”

You silence him with a harsh kiss, licking into his mouth when he parts his lips in surprise. He moans instantly, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you close even as you push him up against a thick oak tree. 

He kisses back needily, his breathing already ragged and cheeks warm. His nose, however, is still cold. 

You kiss his cheek lightly before you trail your lips down his jaw and nip lightly at his pulse point. 

He groans, bucking against you and squirming a little, biting his lip to keep himself vaguely quiet. 

“Didn’t realise you had a thing for the outside.” You tease and Marc huffs. 

“I don’t.” 

“Sure, sure,” you suck on his neck and he gasps, his body bending toward you, trying to wrap itself around you. You slowly run your hands down to his cock, the poor thing trapped in the tight confines of his jeans. 

He groans again, the sound grumbling through his chest and into you. “Baby,” he bites his lip, and even though you can’t make out his exact expression in the poor light, you can picture it perfectly in your mind. How his brow furrowed needily, how wide his pupils were.

You unbuckle his belt, the sound of the leather opening makes his eyes roll back and he has to bite his tongue to stop the loud moan that threatens to escape. 

He stays still as he can as you undo his jeans, his hands on your arms, needing to touch you and keep you close despite wanting to give you room to manoeuvre. 

And when you sink to your knees he shudders, throwing his head back against the tree bark and sighing softly. 

You take your gloves off and shove them into your coat pocket.

“Baby, I-” He swallows down his words, screwing his eyes tight as your warm hands pull him free and you suck on his head. 

Precum spreads across your tongue, salty and rich as you moan softly, the reverberations running down the length of him and making his muscles twitch. 

You pull back, just enough to pump the length of his a few times while your other hand massages his balls, one finger lightly pressing on his perineum. 

He shudders, sighing out into the darkness as you lap at his weeping slit with the flat of your tongue, running it along and swirling around his tip before swallowing him down. 

He cries out, grabbing hold of your shoulders as you take him as deeply as you can. He fights the urge to buck up and thrust himself completely in your throat, his bottom lip between his teeth as you move up and down, drawing his pleasure out like poison from a bite. He tries to fight against it, tries to prolong the sensation as long as he can, to relax into it. But he’s too worked up, too desperate. And his orgasm rapidly approaches. 

The earth and dead leaves are soft under your knees, the dampness of the dirt soaking a little into your trousers, but you don’t mind. Focusing solely on Marc’s little whimpers and pleads, sounds you’re sure he doesn’t even realise he’s making. 

How his legs shake, how his cock twitches in your throat, how his fingers dig into you. 

He rolls his hips slightly, panting and you know he’s close, practically there. Warmth builds in your chest, pride at how trusting he is with you, how he knows you’ll take care of him. 

You sink lower, relaxing your throat as much as you can and slipping him a centimetre further inside. 

Marc gasps, the sound loud but not enough to raise suspicion, he bucks once, swearing and trying to mutter a warning but you press closer to him and swallow as he spirts into your throat. 

He shakes as stars explode behind his eyes, as pleasure washes over him and momentarily rids him of his strength. He moans your name softly, gasping and keeping a firm hold on your shoulder to keep himself upright. 

You keep moving, letting him ride his orgasm out before you lick him clean and tuck him back into his jeans. 

You laugh a little as you try to get the zip up. 

“What?” He smiles, his voice floaty and wonderfully blissed out. 

“I can’t get your jeans closed with your dick still hard.” You giggle. 

“Oh,” he chuckles and helps you to your feet. “Don’t worry about it.” He kisses your cheek, your neck, nipping lightly at your skin before he kisses your lips and holding you close. 

“Don’t worry about it?”

“Yeah, well, we’re going back to the house anyway.”

“Oh, are we?” You smile.

He nods. 

“I thought we were going back to the bonfire?” You tease. 

He growls playfully, kissing the spot just under your ear. “Oh no, we’re going back and I’m going to fuck you into the mattress and make you scream while the village is empty and everyone else is here.” 

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[cybertroniannugget]

What if… Sam had a sibling who is very chaotic!!!! And they survive through out the Bayverse movies and when they meet Hound, Crosshairs and Drift, how would those 3 react to the crazy lil human?!? ;-;

(Could you possibly add Optimus Prime and Bumblebee!?)

Okay this is the first ever request I answer, kinda nervous tbh.

Hope you like it, and thanks for requesting^^

It's called Haiku...

Also, I don't know what pictures to add lmao

About this fic: sfw, gn reader, takes place in aoe

901 words

Sitting in the passenger's seat, squished next to Shane, you look out the window.

Sure, it was uncomfortable, but there were only 3 seats for the 4 of you.

You didn't say anything though, after they had just lost their friend, complaining would be of no use.

So you watch the wide desert landscape going by.

A white truck drove by on the other side of the road, but you didn't pay that much attention to it.

That's when the truck you four were in started rumbling. At first you didn't know what was going on, but when the seats shifted back roughly, the worn down leather replaced by more comfortable fabric seats you kind of got an idea.

"A man of taste I see. Western Stars are pretty nice.", you complimented, after seeing the symbol on the steering wheel, before the autobot logo took its place.

You opened the window to take a look at the Prime's new altmode.

Red flames across the blue paintjob, and everything was just so shiny.

"I must say, you looking good Prime!", you laugh, sticking your head back in.

"It was awesome but it was insane!", you heard Shane yell out excitedly.

The Prime's deep voice echoed over the radio, calling for his Autobots.

"I wonder If I'll see Bumblebee again. I missed that guy."

"Bumblebee?", Cade asked.

"Yeah, he's an Autobot don't worry. He's no giant insect, if that's what you thought about."

The man just raised an eyebrow at you, making Tessa chuckle in amusement.

After a few more minutes of driving you all got out of the truck, after Optimus opened the doors for you.

"Your dad is nice, but he needs to relax a lil...", you whisper to Tessa.

"He sure does, but he's trying his best."

"Never doubted that, don't worry.", you add, nudging her arm gently.

Optimus transformed, being greeted by his bots.

"Mr. free leader of the galaxy. I knew you'd make it. I never doubted it."

"Just who are these guys...", you mumble, looking around.

The green one with what looks like a cape suddenly turned to point his guns at you.

"Oh okay, that one feels like killin today...", you say, raising you arms sarcastically.

When the biggest one started lifting his guns was when you started sweating though.

But having fate on your side, like always, Optimus stopped them.

"Thanks Prime, I thought I was done for this time."

"🎶...Survivor! 🎶", Bee's Radio echoed.

"What's he mean by that now?", Hound asked, adjusting his cigar.

"We go way back. I saw Megatron so many times already. He nearly killed me twice but meh, still alive and kicking"

"Wait, aren't you that human from the fight in-?", Drift turned to ask.

"Chicago? Yeah, I've been there. Threw a brick at Megs myself.", you interrupted, proud of your past actions, arms crossed before your chest. "I've been there since the beginning. When it was just about a pair of glasses from my crazy great grandfather."

"They have fought with us. They're the only human I know I can trust."

"Rude...", Shane mumbled under his breath.

"I mean, how'd a squishy survive all that?!", Hound asked into the round of Cybertronians and humans

"Who you callin squishy?! I'm not the big one here."

"Pff, that's just armor. I'm as fast as a horse!"

"Well first of, it's as healthy as a horse. And also, it's none of your damn business how I survived all the shit I've been through. Because honestly, I don't even know myself. Maybe I'm just lucky"

You shrug, looking up at Optimus, who's serious demeanor made your heart sink.

He's always been serious yes, but a kind soul. Always open for questions.

Now he's just, well... dark.

"Well, but I'm sure as hell gonna survive this, so when we startin?!"

"Enthusiasm, I like it.", Crosshairs mentioned, spinning a gun in his servo, before tucking in back into his belt.

"🎶Where have youuuu been?!🎶", Bumblebee sang over the radio.

"Oooh, Rihanna, you got some mad taste Bee!"

Sticking your hands into the pockets of your worn down jeans, you look up at the yellow and black bot, who's optics were fixed on you.

"Well, after Chicago I needed a new place to stay. So I applied to work in a different hospital. And it led me to Austin, Texas."

You laugh

"In the good ol' south", you say, mocking the southern accent.

"I think I like that one", Hound says, leaning back against a rock wall.

"They have what it takes, like sunset colors on blue,

strength guts and virtue.", Drift added.

"If this is another hiku I swear Imma blow you to shreds...", Crosshairs murmured, turning to walk away.

"It's called Haiku!", you correct him.

"What?", he mumbled annoyed.

"I don't care what it's called. I just want to leave this place."

"Well, I like it, thank you.", you say to Drift, smiling at the bot.

In this moment of peace, it was of course Crosshairs who needed to add something unnecessary.

"Nah, it's lame"

Without warning, Drift jumped at him, swords drawn, ready to attack.

"And I thought I was crazy...", you whisper to Bee, rolling your eyes.

The bot snickered.

"Lord may you give me strength to not make anyone here short circuit on purpose..."

You squint your eyes, thinking.

"I don't even know their names yet... Wow"

"🎶Still don't know your name🎶"

"Oh you're right tho Bee.", you laugh

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Birds of a feather

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Pairing: Seungmin X gn reader

Summary: After getting sick while trying to cram for exams, Seungmin takes care of you.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.2K

A/N: This was requested a while ago and I'm so sorry it's taken me this long. If anyone has exams coming up, good luck!! If they've already passed, I hope you passed them. Exams are difficult and kudos to you for studying or winging it, whichever one you choose.

Side note: it probably seems like I'm ghosting people and that's not my intention at all. I traveled to Chicago and then came home and ended up getting sick hours later. I've been absolutely miserable and zooted on Benadryl. I haven't had the energy to open Tumblr, but now that I'm better and not feeling high on medicine, the fun continues.

_ _ _

“Honey, I’m home!” Seungmin called out as he stepped inside the shared apartment. Upon not hearing anything in response, he sighed, and kicked off his shoes. 

College was hard and exams were harder. For the past week, you have been cramming yourself non-stop for exams. Seungmin had tried to get you to take breaks and slow down, but you were relentless about your studies. 

You had to memorize half a textbook for one course and multiple flashcards for another. Somehow remember a complex math formula, remember a few fancy vocab words for your English class, on and on it went. 

Seungmin had warned you multiple times that you were going to burn yourself out, but you refused to listen. You had waited until the last minute again and now it was biting you in the ass. 

The bag of fast food in Seungmin’s hands released a greasy scent that he was sure would capture your attention as he grew closer to your shared bedroom. 

He called your name and gently knocked on the door. “I know you don’t want to take a break, but I’m pretty sure that you’ve been working for hours without proper hydration and without food. I got us dinner, so can we eat together?” 

He held his breath and listened, but you never responded. His eyebrows creased with worry and he knocked a little louder. “Please don’t tell me that you’re ignoring me. You’re not fooling me, I know you’re in there.” 

When you didn’t respond a second time, he threw his head back with a groan. His hand reached out and he shifted the knob. Inside the bedroom, you were a wreck and his eyes went wide. 

You had taken multiple things off the bedroom wall. The framed photos of the two of you, the painting that Hyunjin had gifted you for your anniversary, and a poster of his band, it was all gone. 

In their places, you had plastered sticky note after sticky note. They were all color coordinated and had multiple scribbles on them that looked like chicken scratch. His jaw dropped as he stepped forward to read them. 

Each color of sticky note had been for a different class. Green for finance, blue for English, yellow for physics, purple for business. On and on they went. Each one had a scribbled reminder of things you needed to study. Some had a few lines through them and he assumed that those were ones you had already finished working on. 

“What the hell?” He whispered beneath his breath. He knew you were swamped with studying, but he didn’t know you were pushing yourself this hard. “Baby?” He called out as he approached the desk you were slumped over. 

Two different textbooks were wide open and your arms laid limp over them. Your head found a home where the two met. The dwindling sunlight from outside casted shadows on your face. 

He placed the bag in front of you and gently shook your shoulder. “Hey, wake up.” When you didn’t budge, he tried again. “Get up, please. You can’t lie like this, you’re going to hurt your neck.” 

The soft shaking sent your head up so fast, you nearly slammed into his chin. You sucked in a deep breath and blinked your bleary eyes. “Sorry, sorry. I’m up, I’m up.” You rubbed your eyes and yawned. 

“Are you okay? How long have you been studying for?” 

“Studying?” Your voice came out sleepily as your eyes shut again. “Right, studying. I should be doing that and I…” You trailed off trying to find the right words. “I um…I-” 

He frowned, “you look miserable.” 

“I’ve gotta study all night. The first final is tomorrow afternoon and I-” Your face scrunched up and you forced yourself to swallow. “I can do it and I-” 

“Do you feel okay?” 

“Mhmm.” 

“Honey, you don’t sound okay.” Concerned, he placed the back of his palm to your forehead. “You’re warmer than you usually are. Do you feel okay?” 

“I’m so tired.” 

“Besides that?” 

“My throat hurts a little.” 

“Sinus congestion?” 

“Some.” 

“You do know what I’m going to say, right?” 

“Please don’t.” 

“You can’t attend your finals if you’re sick. You’ll risk getting everyone else sick and I-” 

“I’ll be fine.”

“They will be able to be taken another day. You can get extensions from your professors. If you try to take them like this, you’re going to fail them. Don’t even think about it.” 

You threw your head back and complained, but Seungmin wasn’t having any of it. He shook his head, grabbed your hands, and gently tugged you to your feet. “Come on, let’s get you feeling better.” 

“My brain hurts.” 

“Have you had anything to eat?” 

“No.” 

“Drink?” 

“I got tea from my favorite cafe earlier.” 

“You must have picked up a bug or something from there. You’re so tired and stressed out. You’ve been neglecting the basic human needs which means your immune system is down.” 

“Are you always a know-it-all?” 

“I wouldn’t have to be if you took proper care of yourself. Come on, arms up.” You lifted your arms without hesitation. “You should be glad that you have me in your life. All I want to do is help you.” 

You blubbered a response, but it was muffled and slurred. Your entire body felt awful. The pressure in your sinuses was causing a headache. You could barely breathe through your nose and the scratch in your throat was getting worse and worse. 

You didn’t fight it as Seungmin shifted your body around to wiggle you free from your clothes. He helped you into a t-shirt and a pair of your favorite shorts. He helped pull you to the bed and gently pushed you back. 

“I got you some food, but I bet you don’t feel up for eating, do you?” 

“You know me so well.” 

“I would hope so, you dork. We sleep in the same bed, so of course I know you. Does the term ‘boyfriend’ mean nothing to you?” 

“I love you.” 

“You’re so lucky I love you too. Get some sleep and I’m going to lay right here beside you. Let’s get some sleep together, okay?” 

You mumbled in an agreement and sank back into the bed. The body pillows caught your limp body parts. You sucked in a final deep breath. “Nighty night. 

“Yeah, yeah, good night. Get some shut eye and we’ll talk in the morning.” 

“But the exams-” you started. 

“Will be there tomorrow and we’ll discuss it then. Just trust me on it, you’ll be okay.” 

“But-” 

“No.” 

“I-” 

He cut you off with a kiss. His lips were salty from the warm french fries he stole from the bag. The granules were still coating his lips. When he pulled away, you licked your lips. 

“You’re gonna get sick.” 

“For you, it’s worth it. If I get sick, then you really have to stay home. You won’t want to leave me alone and dying, do you?” 

“You’re unbelievable.” You rolled closer to him and tucked your head beneath his chin. A final sigh escaped you as you closed your eyes. 

“I love you too.”

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[daisydaphne]

𝐻𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈𝓁𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝑜𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊

Character: Katsuki Bakugo x GN

Category: fluff.

_ _ _ _

Katsuki had a really big fight today at work. It was a tough fight, but he won.

His arms were full of scratches and he could smell blood from somewhere, maybe his arms? He was just to tired to check on it.

Yes, he should have gone to the hospital, but today was the day that you would arrive home; he could not miss that.

You had been on a trip to Chicago, a perfect job opportunity to your lawyer’s career, but that meant 3 weeks without your cranky boyfriend. Katsuki was really supportive, and even demanded you to go. He truly was a gentleman when he wanted to.

He was such a gentleman that he even took care of your apartment and your shitty cat (that now he claimed to be his owner).

Katsuki’s cellphone received a message from you. You were on a cab, just a couple of minutes away from him. The three weeks had seemed like three fucking months to him.

He tried to stand up on his foot, but his whole body was aching. His body was trembling but suddenly a couple of hands grabbed him.

“What in the fucking hell happened?”

“Miss you too, bae” he didn’t even want to see you. Maybe he was a little bit too hurt. You tried to call a cab to the hospital but he stopped you. “Come on, I need to be with you tonight”.

_ _ _

“Take a bath, okay? I’ll make something to eat”.

“Yes, sir”.

Katsuki’s body was a mess. Even his legs were hurt and didn’t know how he could go to work tomorrow morning. This whole thing of being a superhero was killing him slowly.

He didn’t see why keep doing it.

He put on some clothes and went to the kitchen while drying his hair with a towel. The stress and the anxiety tortured him once more: What if he was the worst superhero?

Millions of thoughts were torturing him until a plate of noodles appeared in front of him.

“Are you okay, Suki?”

He just simply nodded. He didn’t really want to talk about it. He was feeling like shit for messing up your trip.

“There were a bunch of superheroes back there in Chicago. It was really cool, you know?” You said while eating. “But I realized that no one could compare to the best superhero”.

“All Might? Super pizza?” He was being sarcastic, he really wasn’t in the mood.

“You, baby. You are the only superhero I need”

You truly were his only superhero. The one that is always with him no matter what.

Tears were coming out of Katsuki’s eyes. Those words were the ones he needed, but at the same time he hated to be weak in front of others.

“I love you”. Katsuki really needed to hear that from his soulmate. “Just for the record, I didn’t cry, got cha?”

[gallaghersgal]

Detective au + only one bed trope with Syd !!!

OOOOO THIS ONE'S GETTING PUSHED TO THE FRONT BC ITS JUST SO !!!! YAY YAY YAY I LOVE FUN AUS warnings; talk of a break-in & a murder case, but other than that nothing!! gn!reader

from this au list + this trope list. part of my 1,500 follower celebration.!

it's been a long fucking day. every time you seemed to be on the killer's tail, he would switch up his tactics, leaving you and sydney at a loss for words. to make things worse, there'd been a break-in at your place with nothing stolen, meaning they were looking for you. so, you and your partner were being put up in a hotel for the night, courtesy of chicago police department.

the place wasn't bad, judging by the lobby, and a beat cop would be stationed at your door through the night thanks to chief berzatto. you and sydney agreed that you sometimes hated the guy, but this was an exception. at least you thought it was, until you walked into the hotel room to see-

"one fucking bed?" sydney says in disbelief, whipping around to face "officer... fak?"

the man grins, "you can call me neil! what's the problem?" he peers inside, noticing the less-than-ideal sleeping arrangements. "oh! um, sorry. chief bear said we were lucky cause we got the last room here? and he wants you two in this hotel, cause it's the safest."

you look at your partner, watching the way she nervously bites her lip. "it's not a problem, syd. it's even a king bed, we'll be fine."

neil nods, "yeah! you guys can like have a sleepover!"

sydney rubs the bridge of her nose, letting out a deep sigh. "god, okay. okay. thank you neil." she heads inside, setting her night bag down on the desk.

you stay behind to lock the door then duck into the bathroom to allow her some privacy. once she's changed the two of you swap places. the second you're in matching pajamas resting on the soft mattress you feel the exhaustion begin to creep over you. "hey, can you get the light?"

sydney pokes her head out of the bathroom, "uh- yeah. no problem."

with that you settle in, pulling the blanket over your shoulders and letting your eyes fall closed. moments later the room goes dark, and you feel the bed dip as sydney lays down next to you. "don't know what you're all nervous for," you say with a giggle, feeling her place a pillow between the two of you.

you don't see the way she bites her lip, or the way she stares blankly at the ceiling, resisting the urge to reach over and touch you. the smell of your perfume lingers, your soft snores endearing you all the more to her. this was going to be a long, long night for sydney.

[lavendertales]

could you pleaseeee write a joel miller fluff/angst (you can add smut if you want) based on the song love in the dark by adele?? I was just listening to that song and it gives me such hugeeee joel miller energy

I love that song so much😭 hope you like this, nonie!

Can't love you in the dark || Joel Miller x gn!reader

summary: Joel doesn't like to talk about his past. But when he tells you about Tess and Sarah, you finally see him clearer than ever.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: mentions of loss & trauma, alcohol. some fluff sprinkled in there.

gif: @trashcora

You began your trading partnership with Joel Miller without any expectations. You needed some goods and supplies, so did he, and it seemed like a good idea in the beginning. Especially since he only agreed to this because Tess vouched for you.

This was over a year ago. A year and a half, counting the six months Tess has been gone.

Joel liked to deny it and bury Tess’s memory deep down inside his heart, never even mentioning her, but you saw what her loss was doing to him. With every person dear to him that he lost, Joel Miller was less and less of a man and more of a ghost, a hollow shell of what he used to be.

The sight killed you just as much. Because, try as you might, you couldn’t deny that you’ve grown to care about Joel. A lot. Perhaps a lot more than what would be deemed smart. But it’s not like there was an on-and-off switch to your heart that controlled emotions. If there were, you would not hesitate to keep that sucker on off all the time.

Joel never let you in, not entirely. He’s shown you that he trusts you, and that was the best you could hope for. You didn’t ask for anything else, you didn’t expect anything else. You kept your feelings to yourself, thus sparing you both of heartache and distress.

Till one faithful evening in November, when the cold began to hit you both as you’ve made your way to Chicago. You managed to find an abandoned apartment building and lodged there. You unpacked your stuff and checked to see if there was anything good left behind in there. Lucky for you, a bottle of whiskey resided on one of the top shelves in the kitchen.

“If this doesn’t warm us up, nothing will,” you say, swinging the bottle of whiskey in front of him with a playful smile on your face.

Joel takes it from you, staring at the brand and nodding, seemingly impressed. “This one’s got some time on it. Should be good.”

He takes the first sip, scrunching his face as the golden liquid hits his taste buds.

“Well?” you ask.

“This is definitely gon’ warm us up.”

Before you know it, you were halfway through the bottle, crouched next to each other on the couch. The silence feels rather comfortable, as opposed to other times. It’s like two friends taking care of each other.

But you avoid looking at him, because deep down, you know that what you feel towards Joel is more than friendship. Hard as you might’ve fought against it and shoved everything down, it’s gotten increasingly clear to you that the respect and admiration you carry for Joel have blossomed into something more.

Joel remains on the quiet side as the whiskey keeps warming your bodies and loosening your tongue. When you do turn to look at him, you remark how his face dropped, his forehead creased under the weight of a frown.

“Joel?”

He doesn’t respond; he doesn’t even look like he heard you. But you know it could be due to the fact that you’re on his right, and he has trouble hearing with his right ear.

You move your hand to his leg’s vicinity, careful so as to not startle him. He may be a rugged hunter and survivalist, but sometimes he’s so easily scared you have to tell him beforehand what you’re going to do and ask him if the gesture is okay with him.

“Joel,” you repeat, searching for his face this time around. “Are you okay?”

He shakes his head, still deep in thought. “I can’t do this.”

“Can’t do what?”

It is then that Joel meets your eyes, and all you see is devastation. Utter and complete devastation, and it breaks your heart, especially because you’re not used to a sight like this. You’re used to rough Joel, violent and grumpy Joel. This version makes your heart ache and swollen with empathy and care.

“Keep you safe,” he continues. “Couldn’t keep ‘em safe. I don’t think—“

Uh—oh. You have a faint idea as to where this is all going, and part of you wants to stop him, but part of you feels like he needs this moment, too. You don’t want to impose, but you also want him to feel comfortable enough around you to know that he’s safe.

You want Joel to feel as safe with you as you feel with him.

“I failed Tess,” he goes on, clearly loosened up because of the whiskey. “Couldn’t protect her. Couldn’t do that for my—my baby g—“

He’s getting choked up and his eyes get teary, so you put your hand on his shoulder, taking the glass of whiskey from him with the other hand and putting in on the coffee table in front of you.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” you tell him, feeling the alcohol slowly leaving your system now that Joel is in distress next to you.

“If I couldn’t do it for them… I don’t think I can keep you safe,” Joel says.

“You are keeping me safe.”

He shakes his head, hastily grabbing your hands and staring down at them like they’re the most precious thing in the world. You gasp, shuddering at the sensation of having his calloused hands holding yours.

“I’m bein’ rude and pushin’ you away so I don’t—“

He takes a deep breath before continuing, “So I don’t hurt you.”

You frown. “So… you’re keeping me away and barely speaking to me to not hurt me?”

“Everyone dies around me.”

“Everyone dies everywhere.”

You switch things up and decide to take his hands into yours. Joel is surprised at the touch and how warm and soft you feel.

“Listen to me very carefully,” you tell him as sweetly as possible. “What happened with Tess… what happened with Sarah? None of that is your fault. Nod if you understand.”

Joel nods, his eyes still teary. In his heart, he knows you’re right. You have to be right. There was nothing he could’ve done in either one of those situations. But he still feels racked with guilt and unable to remove that pesky sentiment from his heart.

“It’s not your fault,” you repeat. “Especially not with Sarah.”

The name breaks Joel completely. He takes a deep breath, feeling a single hot tear running down his cheek. You notice it too, and gently wipe it with your hand, grazing your thumbs against his stubbled cheek in the process.

“You went through the most horrible human experience. But it’s not your fault. You did what you could. And… you don’t have to worry about me.”

Joel breaks from your touch at last, walking around the living room slightly tipsy and overwhelmed.

“I can’t not worry about you,” he tells you. “You’re all I have left, and you’re so—“

You watch him closely, both breaking and aching for him.

“So—what?” you ask almost breathless.

Joel falters, staring at his muddy shoes instead. “So goddamn kind and—sweet.”

Other words swim around in his head, taunting him endlessly, but Joel feels too overwhelmed to expose you to either one of them. He sits back on the couch, staring apologetically at you.

“When I lost Sarah…”he starts, clearing his throat, “I—I don’t think I’ve felt pain that way. When she died… I died. And Tess last year… we weren’t exactly—“

You place your hand on top of his, waiting for him to speak. You’d never interrupt him during such a sensible moment.

“We were… partners,” he says. “Not really together, but not—“

“I understand. It’s okay.”

“I don’t know how much I have left in me. I don’t think I can go through another loss. Definitely not yours.”

The way he emphasizes definitely makes your heart flutter, causing you to suspect that he could reciprocate your feelings. You never allowed yourself to think that far, to even hope that he’d feel the same way, and you don’t want to get ahead of yourself now.

“I don’t wanna lose you either,” you say instead.

You want to tell him that he’s a good friend, a good protector and a good man, but you’re too lost on his tipsy figure staring at you with big doe eyes to be coherent. You gulp, allowing yourself one second of weakness and staring at his lips before pulling your gaze away.

“I can promise you that I’ll stay alive for as long as I possibly can,” you tell him sincerely.

That seems to warm Joel up a bit.

“You can’t make a promise like that,” he tells you, though oddly amused and flattered alike.

“I can. I know I can. Wanna know why?”

“Why?”

“I got you to help me with it.”

Joel actually smiles, and the sight is beyond heartwarming. You’re not sure if this is the unspoken, yet reciprocated beginning of something new between you two. For now, you simply want to enjoy his presence and not think about anything else.

You just want to be with Joel, however that may be.

[xshiny]

König x gn!reader prt 2

In honor of my birthday, I decided to finally make a part two!

Sitting in your seat, the plane takes off. Berlin, Germany, here I come.

You made your decision of leaving America, and head for Germany. Something new, yes, but also quite the adventure.

After long hours, you exit the airport and make it to your hotel. Meliá is a very nice and expensive looking building. Mitte, the "center" of Berlin is said to be the nicest spot to be in while visiting Germany. And well, it's true.

You sigh, plopping down onto your bed once you get into your room. Long day today, even longer tomorrow. You close your eyes, settling down for a nap, and let the calmness in the room lull you to sleep.

When you wake up, it's late outside, and the streets are busy full of pedestrians and drivers. Kind of seems like downtown Chicago, doesn't it? Reminds me of home. You smile, and change into street clothes, heading out the building and onto the sidewalks like a good tourist you are.

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"Where did you say to meet up?"

You're blowdrying your wet hair, getting ready for the long and eventful day. Right now you're talking to the person who sent you the letter. "The Messenger", as he likes to call himself, says to meet up at the Cafe Cinema.

And that's where you're heading. The Cafe Cinema. What a gorgeous place to eat at! It's unbelievable how beautiful Germany can be, compared to the crazy organized America. As you stand outside waiting, you feel a tap on your shoulder.

Behind you is a nice young looking Korean dude, who wore sunglasses and had a small tiger patch on his sling bag. "Can I help you?" You ask, and the Korean guy just laughs.

"I think I can help you" he chuckled, amd held his hand out for a handshake. "Kim Hongjin- but you can call me Horangi" the Korean guy introduced himself with a warm smile. You shake his hand back.

"Y/n L/n. Although I'm sure you already knew that" you joked, and Horangi gestured you go follow him. "Come, I have a reservation for the two of us- there is much to explain" he cheerfully said, disappearing inside the cafe. You quickly followed behind.

You and horangi talk about childhood, what teen life was like, how you feel about adulthood. Then the conversation went into marriage and how things were gonna work. The wedding location? Kept a secret, orders by the king. And of course, some paperwork.

After the meal with your attendant, he drives you to the palace. Yes, a whole f*cking palace. Almost feels like as if you were the queen, but not like Queen Elizabeth of England, but a soon to be queen of Germany. Who knew König was part of a royalty life?

Inside, you were met by lovely maidens and butlers, and a beautiful chandelier hanging in the middle. Some stairs that lead to a balcony, and large windows that let sunlight through. Suddenly, you see someone coming your way.

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A/n: I WILL MAKE A PART THREE I JUS RAN OUT OF ROOM

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[cocogrrrl]

backstage secret

you and stan have been seeing each other in secret. after a show, you find stan sneaking into your room. stan marsh x gn!reader (band au) no cws wc: 741

“Good night, Chicago! Thank you so much, and I hope you all had a wonderful time.” You said from the top of your lungs as your bandmates played their last notes. ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ As your team cleaned up the stage after your show, your manager came up to you guys to tell you that a group of journalists was waiting for you. Seeing how you all were musty and sweaty, he gave you about 20-ish minutes to freshen up. Quickly, you all retreated to your respective rooms.

You were cleaning up your makeup, a lot of it being washed out from all the sweat earlier. As you were retouching your concealer, you heard a familiar yet specific set of knocks on your door.

Although you knew who was already behind the door, you still made your way cautiously to the door. You opened the door and saw the man you expected—your lead guitarist,  Stan Marsh.

You two had been seeing each other for only a short while right now. Maybe about a week or two, give or take. Despite this, no one in your team, even including bandmates, knew about this. You both wanted to take your time, scared of what would happen if you two came forward with your secret relationship that consisted of routine sneaking outs and text messages.

He quickly welcomed himself inside your room, walking inside and closing the door as soon as you opened it. He dived right into your arms, his arms wrapped all over you as he gave you the lightest of kisses just about everywhere. He didn’t clean up yet, oh, not at all, but you didn’t pay too much mind to it—even if he was all greasy and grimy.

“I missed you so much,” he said in between kisses as you indulged yourself in them, even only for just a bit. “Ugh, I wanted to kiss you so bad earlier.” He mumbled into your shoulder.

You simply laughed. You were used to Stan acting so clingy, even if you two have been together for only just a short period. “We were just on stage earlier.”

“Exactly the problem. When we’re onstage, I see how amazing you are, and I get so proud and—you get my point.” He pouted, looking up at you with a jokingly sulking look on his face.

“Mhm,” you hummed as you combed your hands through his hair.

“You outdid yourself earlier, babe. You were so cool back there.” He said, setting himself down on a couch as he guided you beside him as well. 

“Thank you,” you replied as you scooted closer to give him a small peck on the cheek. “You were just as amazing as well. I noticed you added, like, a lot more flares and extra riffs to your solos earlier. I’m glad you gained a lot more confidence in your playing.”

A light blush was on his face. “Yeah… Thank you. I’m glad you can see my improvements as well.” He grinned.

“I think this show was our best one yet.” You looked him directly in the eye with the biggest smile on your face.

“Absolutely.”

The two of you stared at each other longingly. You both knew that the other wanted something more right now. As the two of you slowly inched closer, your lips lightly grazed each other right before you two desperately leaned in to share a passionate kiss. The two of you continued right before you pulled back abruptly.

“Stan,” you paused. He seemed worried, as if he did something wrong. “I’m sorry, but you should go change first. You know how strict Kyle is with these sorts of things.” You laughed, seeing his face go from worried to flat-out annoyed.

“Can’t they just move it to tomorrow?” He whined.

“Kyle said we have to leave early tomorrow, so it’s most likely they won’t be able to catch up with us. Besides, they said they wanted to get drinks with us so that it’d be in a more casual setting.”

“Fine, but we’re continuing this right after, okay?” He said, getting up and heading to the door.

“Oh, yeah, totally.” You smiled, heading back to your vanity where you were touching up your makeup moments ago. “See you in five minutes. Change your shirt, at least, okay?”

“Alright, Mom.” He spat out the last part jokingly, rolling his eyes for extra effect. “I’ll see you in a bit. Bye, bye.”

“Bye, Stan.” 

[sheetsonfire]

In Sickness and In Health

Fandom: Chicago Fire

Pairing: Kelly Severide x GN!Reader

Genre: romance, hurt/comfort, fluff

Word Count: 2368

Warnings: just mentions asthma, taking an inhaler

Summary: The reader is having an asthma flare, and their husband Kelly Severide is there for them.

A/N: This is part of @resanoona's #resa.3kfiestabingo! I'm using this fic to fill the "Sick/Illness" square!

You feel the strain on your upper body as you carry on coughing for what feels like an eternity, the sharp throb in the back of your head is a reminder of how much stress your body is under - as if you didn’t know already. Your eyes water as the muscles in your face and throat tense under the assault of hacks and wheezes.

A small gasp escapes you as the cough dies off and you can intake oxygen fully, trying to control your breathing and get in as much air as you could get before another round of coughing finds you. You could tell this wasn’t a full-blown emergency, but it was definitely a strenuous episode that was testing your patience.

Taking the opportunity to have a drink of water from the bottle you kept tucked next to you at all times. Cautious sips are followed by your weary body sinking against the mountain of pillows on the couch, Kelly had put them there before he left for work yesterday morning.

Your back aches from the jolting of everything with each cough that wracked you, and you couldn’t wait to feel your husband’s hands massaging away every painful knot. You try and roll out the pressure in your shoulders, mindful to keep breathing as evenly and slowly as possible.

When you think the window of opportunity is still open, you pick up your inhaler, puffing once as you deeply inhale the medication. Your eyes close in relief, feeling your chest respond almost instantly as you exhale, steadying yourself for a second puff.

You’re taking the second puff with an inhale as you hear a key in the front door to the apartment, your stomach fluttering happily as you realise Kelly was finally home from his long shift.

Carrying on with the inhale, you turn your head to Kelly, watching him put his bag by the kitchen island and something on the counter as he clocks you on the couch. You offer a small wave with your free hand, relief plastered over your face. Between the salbutamol and Kelly Severide, you feel your morning taking a turn for the better. 

Your husband bends down to press a kiss to your forehead, a gentle hand already rubbing up and down your sore back. “Good morning, baby.” He murmurs, studying your face to see just how bad the coughing had been. Your eyes were a little sunken with bags, clearly tired from the night’s coughing and this morning’s continuation, he could see the tiny burst vessels in your cheeks from the pressure. 

“Good morning, my love.” You smile, reaching up a hand to caress his face, studying his kind features, those sincere and intense blue eyes made your whole world come to a standstill. You run a gentle hand through that salt and pepper hair you adored so much, glad to see him home and okay.

“How are we doing?” He queries, coming to sit beside you and open up an arm for you to sidle in close against him, wrapping yourself around his body like the koala you were.

You hum, nuzzling into his neck with soft lips that move to trail across his jawline. Mumbling against his skin, craving the warmth of the skin-to-skin contact. “Doing okay, it’s been rough but nothing we haven’t dealt with before. Glad you’re here though, missed you a lot. How was shift?”

He smiles at your words and your affections, resuming the gentle massage of your lower back, working his way up to between your shoulder blades and back down again. “Shift was… a little tough, a few too many homes in trouble this time of year. It's cold out and people will use whatever they can for heat, some of it is dangerous. Hell, you know how the Chief met Donna.”

You nod with a pang of sadness, it was horrible to think people were endangering themselves in other ways because using their heating wasn’t an option. You bring your hands to Kelly’s face, holding him gently as you kiss him. You knew he took these things to heart, he hated to see people hurting and this was definitely a sore point. People had the right to be warm in the dead of winter and not risk burning down their homes to survive.

He looks at you for a good moment, and the anguish swims in his gaze, you were all too ready and willing to be his tether when things felt a little stormy. You softly bump your forehead to his, “You do everything you can for them, Kelly, and then some. I know that, and they know it too.”

He nods in acknowledgement of your words, smiling thankfully as he wraps his arms around you, tugging you onto his lap to hold you closer than you already were.

“Thank you.” He whispers, simply rocking you ever so slightly as he keeps you in his embrace.

“Nothing to thank me for, honey. Just the truth.” You whisper back, about to ask him if he wanted breakfast, to do anything today, or if he was ready to go straight to bed and catch up on sleep. 

Except your chest has other plans when you open your mouth, a slight catch of air in your throat sends you into another round of coughs that make you push quickly up and off of Kelly as you try not to splutter in his face.

Hunched over on the couch as each wave of constricting muscle reverberates against your chest wall, dry wheezing sounds escaping as your ribs protest the action.

“It’s alright, baby, I got you.” Kelly encourages, holding onto you as he rubs your back carefully, feeling frustratingly helpless as you can only try and get it all out.

“S-sorry…” You cough out, eyes watering and your nose starting to stream, trying to push back against the spasms with futility. 

Kelly shakes his head, kissing your shoulder, “Shh, don’t be sorry, don’t try to talk, just ride it out, I’m right here.”

There’s a pause in the coughing, without words Kelly is already offering you your inhaler, knowing now is the time to try and lessen the worst of it.

Your husband’s voice mellows your stress as he speaks, holding your free hand as you use the other to bring the inhaler to your lips. “You got it, take deep and slow breaths, sweetheart.” 

Focusing on Kelly’s voice, you take another puff of the inhaler, breathing in as you feel the air fill your lungs, the release of pressure is merciful.

“There we go, exhale, baby.” He soothes, exhaling with you as you feel yourself sag slightly against Kelly’s embrace. 

“Let’s do the second puff, okay?” Your husband encourages you, and you nod, knowing it was probably a wise idea.

You push on the canister, feeling the almost metallic tang of the medicine hit your tongue once more. Filling your lungs again all the way until you’re ready to breathe out.

There’s a slight dizziness from the exertion of the coughing and the headiness of the medication, letting Kelly take the inhaler from you as you have another drink of water. 

“Here we go.” Kelly plucks some tissues from the dispense on the coffee table, offering a few to you so you could blow your nose and use another to wipe your eyes. Keeping your breaths steady and even as you clear your sinuses, dropping the tissue into the bin as you move on to dabbing at your stinging eyes. 

Once you’re done, you have no desire to do anything else but stay in Kelly’s arms, wrapping yourself around him like you had when he first came home. 

You rest your head on your husband’s shoulder, “We’ll keep an eye on that, that’s half your dose for the day already, isn’t it?” He asks, slightly concerned by how much energy it had taken from you. 

You hum in the affirmative, seeking his body heat and presence all the more now, absentmindedly tracing over the tiny metal links of the chain around his neck. Kelly always made you feel safe and taken care of, even more so now when your asthma could so easily progress to something more severe.

“Want to stay here or want to go to bed?” He asks, stroking your hair softly. 

“Kelly, I’m supposed to ask you that.” You grumble, annoyed that you were having this episode, you had wanted to do things for Kelly when he came home from work, not the other way around. 

He lets out a small incredulous chuckle, kissing your nose, “Y/N, did you forget the “in sickness” part of our vows? I don’t for one second begrudge taking care of you, especially when you have no control over it.”

You wouldn’t say you were pouting exactly, but you were pretty close to it. You let out a little sigh, tracing featherlight fingertips over the features of Kelly’s face, admiring him. 

“I know, but still…” You frown, “Kelly, I’m sorry.”

Kelly becomes a little more serious now, not liking that you felt the need to apologise all the time. He knew exactly where that habit had been instilled into you. 

His face may be sterner, but his voice is tentative, “Babe, I know that your mom made you feel like you weren’t allowed to be sick, or that the coughing was a disturbance, but I need you to understand that with me, under our roof? There’s nothing to be sorry for, you haven’t done anything wrong and you’re not a burden, not even close. Is that clear?”

You hesitate to answer, still conflicted, but you can see Kelly as always is so very genuine in his words. He knew what it was like to have parents who didn't always show up for their kids, and you knew it struck a chord in him. So you nod. “Okay, yeah… that’s clear. I love you.”

He smiles, kissing your lips this time, “I love you. Now, where to?”

"Mm, could we try a shower first? I think I need the steam." You concede, already daydreaming of the warm water and the steam that will ease your discomfort. Already planning to finish it off with a cocoon of pillows, a weighted blanket and Kelly's body heat to make you feel better.

Kelly nods, smiling, "Steamy shower it is, then bed and a movie?" He queries, knowing you liked a little background comfort when you weren't feeling well. 

You nod, rubbing his arm in thanks. "Okay, we'll pick something when you're settled. Come on." He encourages you, taking you by the hands to help you stand. You sway just a little but Kelly is there to steady you, an arm around your waist as you both walk to the bathroom.

Your back hurts from the movement, but you're finally able to prop yourself up in the bathroom chair whilst Kelly runs the water, letting it get steamy and hot enough to soothe but not burn.

“Kelly?” You ask sleepily, watching your husband’s back and arm muscles move as he reaches to adjust the shower head.

“Yeah, babe?” He turns, watching with an affectionate smile, you could be positively adorable when you were sleepy.

“What did you put on the kitchen counter earlier?” Your voice is curious, one might say hopeful, you already had a hunch of the object as you thought you recognised it to be an olive green crockpot from a certain household. 

Kelly chuckles, he could tell you already knew. “It might have been some of that vegetable broth you love so much from Cindy. There’s fresh bread in my bag too.” 

Your tired eyes light up, “Oh my god, that woman is truly heaven-sent.” you sigh happily, gleeful of how this day was turning out despite the circumstances.

“Mhm.” Kelly hums in agreement, “I told Herrmann yesterday you were feeling rough, so he must have put out the soup signal to Cindy.” Kelly approaches you, stopping to take off his own clothes before moving to you.

You yawn, smiling, “I have to text them later, don’t let me forget.” Standing with Kelly’s help as he starts to undress you carefully, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder as he helps you behind the glass of the shower. “I won’t let you forget. For now, let’s take care of you and get that steam working.”

“Yes, Lieutenant.” You tease, letting your husband massage your shoulders and neck, as you take deep inhales and exhales, letting the steam into every pore, feeling your chest ease up in its ache and tightness. 

“That’s my love” Kelly praises, holding you close to his chest as he walks you through some breathing exercises, knowing his voice always added a layer of calm to the process. 

-

45 minutes later and you’re towelled dry, bundled up in your pyjamas and fluffy socks, cosied by a heating pad and waiting for the soup that Kelly was warming for you. There were extra blankets, water, your inhaler and some painkillers on the nearby bedside table, there were also tissues, lip balm, a nasal inhaler and some snacks for the movie too.

It’s not even another 15 minutes before Kelly’s in bed beside you, both of you gratefully sipping on the vegetable broth, feeling it warm you from the inside out, watching the opening scenes of Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse, you couldn’t be more content. 

An hour into the movie, your soup is gone and your tray cleared, you’re finally nestled against your husband with no intention of moving any time soon, his chest is your pillow as you feel yourself doze off and on, Kelly’s fingers so gentle as they slowly stroke through your hair, massaging your scalp in the process.

“Babe?” Kelly whispers, checking to see if you were awake, only to be met with soft puffs of breath as you fall deeper into slumber. Your husband simply keeps his hold on you, smiling to himself as he allows his own eyes to rest.

It was never a question in his mind, long before he stood at the altar he knew, that in sickness and in health, he would be there for you.

-

Fin.

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[leasstories]

The Nirvana Unplugged:

Eddie x Gn!reader

No Trigger Warning, a little bit of angst I guess ?

December 16th 1993,

You and Eddie have been dating for 3 years now. You both met at a Dio concert and have been inseparable ever since. You’re currently both living in Chicago. You share a small one bedroom apartment. You’re working at the record store just around the corner while Eddie and Corroded Coffin are trying to make it big.

As every evening at 6:30pm, you finally arrive home right after closing the store and Eddie is already home and waiting for you. When you come into the apartment, you can hear Eddie jamming on Sweetheart. You recognize the song he is strumming as Hollywood Black from Dio’s latest album. You take your shoes off, wash your hands and quietly join Eddie in the living room as not to disturb him, which failed because as soon as Eddie sees you, he put his guitar down and get up to kiss you on the lips. You kiss him back before slumping on the couch.

“Baby?” You ask shyly.

“Yeah Swetheart ?” Eddie answers while sitting next to you on the couch.

“There is the MTV Unplugged tonight and I was wondering if… maybe we could… I don’t know, watch it?” You ask hesitantly.

“Since when do you watch MTV?” Eddie asks, laughing.

You hide that Eddie’s comment hurt you and keep going.

“Okay I usually don’t watch MTV, but tonight they invited my current favorite band…” You say, hoping to convince Eddie.

“They invited Rage Against the Machine?” Eddie asks, baffled.

“Eddie my current favorite band is… actually not a metal band…”

Eddie looks at you like you grew a second head. “And you want to make me listen to some trendy crap?” Eddie asks, he doesn’t really seems opened to discover the band.

“Eddie, something can be both popular and good!” You say, hurt by Eddie’s assumptions. “Besides, you hate when someone judges your music tastes but right now you’re doing the exact same thing to me” you answer, both irritated and hurt. Eddie has the decency to look sorry, he even places a small kiss on your temple as an apology.

“What’s the name’s band?” Eddie asks you, mainly to show you that he cares about you and your interests.

“Nirvana…” you hesitantly answer.

Eddie suddenly gets up from the couch and shakes his head. “Nope, nope. Nope”.

You get up as well. “Eddie… you didn’t even give them a listen and you’re judging them…”

“I judge them because to have the hype they have it means they are fucking conformists! Besides to be on MTV it would mean they are doing those pop music craps we hear every time we turn the radio on.”

You let out a huge sigh of frustration. “Eddie… They are a rock band Eddie! A punk rock band on MTV !”

“If they are on MTV it means they conform so they can’t be that punk rock. Besides, artists with their fame obviously do this for money, and that is not my vision of music” Eddie argues.

“So you’re telling me that if you make it big you’ll only do music for money?” You retort back.

“No! Never ! But I would never accept a contract with MTV !” Eddie fires back at you.

“Stop being a hypocrite Eddie ! Just listen to one of their goddamn songs before judging! They didn’t even want to be famous! They were from the underground scene at first !” You say, getting even more passionate in your argumentation.

“Baby, with all respect due, in a year, when everyone will forget about them, including you, you’ll look back at this conversation and you’ll be like : you were right Eddie, I was just listening to them because they were popular”

“No I won’t Eddie! Because I genuinely like what they do ! You should know better than anyone else that I don’t listen to music for the fame of the artists.” You say, frustrated.

“Or because they are your new celebrity crushes. Maybe your ‘metalhead phase’ is over. In Two weeks you’re gonna leave me for a punk rock wannabe rockstar dressing like Nirvana’s members !” Eddie says, feeling really insecure at the moment.

Your facial expression soften. “Eddie… first of all I still love metal music… second of all you’re not a phase… I thought we were past that… I love you. For who you are. Not only because I love metalheads. But because I like your personality, because I like who you are inside as well.” You tell him earnestly.

When Eddie doesn’t answer you keep going. “Please, I ask you to listen before judging them…” you say while rummaging into your bag.

“Sweetheart… we both know I won’t like it so why losing both our times. Watch your thing if you want. I'll go out with the boys"

“Please Eddie” you borderline beg. “I want you to listen before making your mind on if you go out with the boys or watch the Unplugged with me…”

Eddie let out a huge sigh. “Baby… I love you but I’m convinced their music is gonna be those kind of crap I hear on the radio when I go to stores or when I was selling weed at parties in high school. It’s not my type of music.. and I didn’t know it was yours”

“Eddie I can swear to you that it’s not Pop music! I hate pop music” You say while finally finding the Bleach album in your bag. “And their first album is the best! Please Eddie… I discovered them at the record store not on some crappy radio station. Trust me…”

Eddie ends up caving in. “I give you one song to convince me.”

You almost jump up and down and run to the CD player, you put the CD in and put it on the seventh track: Negative Creep.

Kurt and Krist’s first strums echo in the apartment, Eddie is positively surprised by what he is hearing, at half of the song you can even spot him head-banging and play the air guitar. You smile when you spot your boyfriend being so entranced by the music that he forgot his preconceived ideas about Nirvana. When the song ends, you look at Eddie hopeful.

“That was pretty sick” Eddie ends up saying. “I understand why you love them, they are not some pop crap…” Eddie admits.

“Told ya!” You proudly say. “You should trust me Eds, I work in a record store after all.”

Eddie kisses the crown of your head “I’m sorry for doubting your excellent musical taste my darling” Eddie says in a theatrical voice.

“Does that mean you’re gonna watch the Unplugged with me?” You hopefully ask.

Eddie hugs you from behind and says in your ear “I will make an effort to watch the insufferable channel that is MTV to watch it with you”. Once he’s done with his statement, Eddie kisses your cheek and then your neck before turning you around so you face him. As soon as you’re face to face, you lean in and kiss Eddie’s lips. “Thank you kind sir, for sharing this moment with me.” You say before sitting on the couch together.

An hour later, you and Eddie are watching Nirvana’s MTV Unplugged, not knowing that you’re watching what will be one of Nirvana’s last concert. You don’t know yet that this performance will be considered one of the greatest performance in the history of Rock music but you and Eddie both praised the concert. When you saw the stage you were so excited and told Eddie how bold of a move it was to create a setting resembling a funeral, especially for a rock concert. You were surprised when members of a group named Meat Puppet came on stage with them. And you were a bit disappointed when they didn’t do an encore, but Eddie reminded you that after all, they are not-conformist at all. Eddie even told you he was so happy and baffled they decided to be non-conformist on MTV. According to him, this band will have a huge and long-lasting impact on the rock n roll scene. Eddie even told you that if they ever had a concert in a Chicago, he’ll come with you.

At the end of the concert, after turning the TV off, you told Eddie how they didn’t play most of their hits. Even before seeing what the critics had to say, you and Eddie both agreed that this performance wouldn’t be forgotten, and you were right.

[spicysix]

「eddie munson X gn!reader • roadtrip!AU」

2.1k words | prev | next | masterlist | ao3 warnings/author's note: there's a fair in this chapter. i have no idea how fairs work, fwi. also, the fair already existed but we don't know how it went in 1986. i based the (barely mentioned) atractions off the ones on the fair's official website. google is my best friend ♡ also: i was supposed to update only at tuesdays but i might... change that 👀 cause i'm too anxious. anyway this one came earlier bc first chapter had basically no plot moving at all so here's a treat! ♡

Wednesday, July 23

Eddie Munson was not an easy one to convince, that you had found out.

He tried pulling your bag out of his van, he tried pushing you back into your trailer, he tried being mean and rude and grumpy. But he just didn’t know how persistent — your grandma would call it ‘stubborn’ — you were.

So after some more bickering, there you were at the right window seat of his van, that damp sticky wind of summer in your face as Indiana passed you by.

He asked about a hundred times if you were sure you wanted to come, said you had no idea what you were getting into, and didn’t go into detail at any point but really tried to scare you away. Stopped asking once you passed the ‘Leaving Hawkins’ sign and you still showed no signs of changing your mind.

There were two bags, his beloved guitar and a fucking mattress in the back of the van. The back of the van, by the way, that you knew that up until March still had at least one or two rows of benches, but was now bare to open up space for said mattress. Did Eddie really think you had no idea what he was up to? Did Eddie really think it looked like he was just going for a ride to Main Street’s Melvald’s? Did Eddie really think he could disguise the fact that he was fleeing town?

Not like you were going to judge him, if that was his fear. Hawkins was already unkind to him before framing him for murder, but after the whole Vecna thing and Jason Carver’s witch hunt, it was even harder for him to be treated like anything but a rabid contagious animal. In your opinion, he was rightful by wanting to leave behind a place that harmed him in so many ways.

But you also knew that Hawkins wasn’t the only one to treat Eddie unfairly. You knew he did it himself too.

And yet, there you were with him, fleeing town, in the most unprompted — your grandma would call it ‘reckless’ — adventure of your life. Running away with Eddie Munson, a guy you knew barely anything about, only because the thought of him running away alone was too heavy for you to bear.

The ride after the ‘Leaving Hawkins’ sign was completely silent if not for a tape he had on, but it was set to a very low volume — uncommon of him if the trailer neighbors’ complaints were to say something. He said nothing about where you were going, if he even knew where you were going. It was around four PM when you recognized the outskirts of a city you had seen only once, many years ago.

“Are we in Chicago?” you asked, and he hummed.

“Not to stay, though. Wanna go further. Gonna stop at a gas station.” He was like a savage man talking in few words, his face still contorted in a grimace. Obviously still unpleased you joined him.

You just gave your okay — not like he needed it — and looked through your window as you left Chicago behind before he stopped at a gas station right outside the metropolitan area. You checked the panel, tank was full.

“Gonna buy some stuff, you going?” Eddie asked, and you just left the van as an answer.

He went inside the convenience store, but you clocked in a payphone and went straight to it, searching for dimes in the front pocket of your bag. Luckily, you had the Mayfield’s number memorized, and it wasn’t long before your friend’s voice greeted you.

“Mayfield’s, this is Steve Harrington talking.”

“Steve! It’s me! Listen, I had an… occurrence.”

“Oh hey,” he said your name in recognition. “What do you mean? You sound suspicious.”

“I may or may not have fled the city with Eddie.”

“Is this a prank?”

“You wish. I was just leaving Max when I saw him loading up his van, and I just felt it in my gut that he was running away. And, I dunno, my conscience told me to come with.”

“So you… ran away with Munson, is that what I’m hearing? Are you even close friends?”

“Yep, that’s what you’re hearing. And nope, we’re not close at all. I just couldn’t let him come alone.”

“What the fuck, where are you even going?” He was distressed, and you heard Max’s ironic ‘language’ in the background before he shushed her.

“I don’t know, Steve. But we trust him, right. Nothing bad’s gonna happen, but what if he had left alone and we just didn’t know where he was going? I don’t think he told anyone, maybe you should check? He’s kinda pissed that I tagged along, but I’ll win him over in no time.”

“Sure you will.” You ignored him, not sure if he was being sarcastic or genuine.

“Dustin’s heart would’ve broke if Eddie just ran off without saying. At least I can tell you guys where we are. Promise to send you news!”

“Yeah, you damn better! Jesus, you’re completely insane. Listen-”

“Oh, Steve, gotta go, he’s coming back, I’ll keep you updated, bye!” You gave him no time to answer before hooking the phone back as Eddie walked in your direction, not sparing you a glance and checking something on the receipt as he spoke:

“Got some food, drinks ‘n stuff. Let’s go,”

He also didn’t wait for your answer before returning to the van, and you just went after him. He tossed the plastic bags on the bench between you, and you pried on the goods. There was a full US roads map, some chips, protein bars, chocolate treats, a few cans of soda. And two postcards of Chicago. You took them out of the bags and inspected them carefully.

“Mine’s for Wayne. You can do whatever with the other one.” His voice was still gruff with annoyance, but he looked at you from the corners of his eyes and you thought you’d seen a sparkle there.

You smiled to yourself. You’d win him over in no time.

── ⇌ • ○ • ⇋ ──

Sun was starting to set as you crossed the Mississippi River from Rock Island, Illinois, to Davenport, Iowa. Eddie kept going further and further until you were almost leaving the city, and something caught your eye.

“Look!” You pointed at the commotion on his side of the road, drawing his attention.

“A fair,” he observed, and the van was suddenly going slower.

“Think we should go?” He huffed at your question but didn’t deny you. Didn’t say anything for a while. You thought that was a clear no, but after a few more minutes of driving around you realized he was parking the van near other RVs and some camping tents.

“As good as any,” he mumbled before getting out. You got your bag and left the van as well. “Gonna pay for the camping, you can go get us tickets.”

You just nodded and found your way to the fair entrance, a nice arch-type building with the words ‘Mississippi Valley Fair’ and people taking pictures in front of it. It was a big deal, apparently. You had only gone to a fair once, many years ago, and didn’t remember much because you were too young. But all the lights, noise, talking, and laughter were riling you up. And you were thankful Eddie listened to your suggestion.

Tickets paid for, you waited just a few more minutes before Eddie showed up. You handed over his ticket and he nodded in gratitude before the two of you headed in.

There were a lot of people. The place seemed to be constructed specifically to host the fair, and the mixed accents around you confirmed the thought that it was a big deal, people from other cities and states coming to see it in person. A few signs and ads were pointing at specific places, areas and attractions, and you were overwhelmed in the best of ways.

“Where do we even start?” you asked Eddie and he shrugged.

“Bathroom.” And, again, didn’t wait for you before following a sign pointing at a restrooms area. You rolled your eyes, but there was no real irritation behind it.

He was like a feral kitten. You had to go in carefully, understand why he was so wary, make him trust you. You were willing to be patient.

So you followed him to the restrooms area with a joyful skip on your walk.

── ⇌ • ○ • ⇋ ──

Eddie was actually much more fun than he led on initially.

He paid for your hot dogs, yelled loudly in the Viking boat and elbowed you until you threw your arms up with him. Didn’t give you a single second of peace on the bumper cars. Made your belly hurt from so much laughter. At the small zoo, he gave the goats some grass to eat, and mimicked their baaa’s for the children watching to giggle at. You won him a goat plushie at one of the games and he looked proud and actually grateful.

It wasn’t all at once, of course. He opened up to you — slowly, but he did it. You won him over, and by the fireworks show at the end of the fair, his shoulder was pressed to yours in the middle of the bustling crowd and you could feel the tip of his pinky grazing over the tip of your pinky.

It was so easy to simply let go into this headspace where you forgot what you were doing, forgot where you were going, forgot that you were running. You went back to the camping grounds side by side, popsicles in hands, hairs damp with sweat and the moon bright over your heads. But you still felt it — in yourself and exhaling from Eddie in cold waves —, that it was coming to an end, that you were slipping back into the bittersweet reality of things, that you were remembering.

“Wake time tomorrow?” you asked as Eddie opened the van’s back doors and searched for something in one of his bags. He looked at his wristwatch — probably your alarm clock for the next day — before answering.

“Uh… eight? Wanna leave around nine.”

“Okay. You know where we’re headed next?” He eyed you from over his shoulder before shaking his head in a negative answer.

“Wait a second.” He went inside and closed the doors, and you looked around at the people leaving or making up their own camps. He didn’t take long, and soon opened the doors, changed into more comfortable clothes. Behind him, the bags and guitar case were tucked neatly by the side wall of the van, and the mattress had sheets on and two pillows. “You can go in and change, knock on the door once you’re ready.”

You nodded and went inside, quickly changing into something comfortable to sleep in after using some wet wipes under your arms, on your neck, chest and feet. You should’ve asked Eddie if he wanted some too. There was no way you’d be skipping a shower the next day.

You knocked on the door and were surprised that Eddie came in through the front door instead of the back one, grabbing one of the pillows on the mattress and getting himself ready to sleep on the front bench. You showed him the wipes, but he denied them with a quiet thanks before punching his pillow in and lying down. You couldn’t see him anymore. The goat plushie was on top of the dashboard, facing and looking through the windshield, a silent safeguard.

Lying down as well and grabbing the sheet neatly folded by the edge of the mattress, you covered yourself and sighed. It took a while until you were feeling sleepy, some lights outside still on — and the moon was very bright.

“Are you sure you’re still up for this? I could get you back, we’re not that far,” he practically whispered after a while, and you wouldn’t have listened if you weren’t so quiet yourself.

“We’re far away enough, Eddie. And I’m very sure,” you promised, and silence reigned again.

You stared at the back of the front bench for a while until you noticed Eddie’s breathing slow down and go steady and deep, showing that he had fallen asleep. Only then you closed your eyes, smell of popcorn still strong under your nose, and drifted off to sleep. Dreams of a Ferris wheel, you, a mop of wavy hair beside you and Metallica blasting somewhere in the distance.

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Chicago men head canons

so as it says in the title, head cannons i have for how some of the men in the chicago universe are in bed, ignore the fact this is gonna sound like the same for all of them, they radiate the same sexual energy and its annoying lol. but here we go, 

not proof read, apologies for spelling and grammatical errors. 

MDNI 18+

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mentions ddy kink, gn play, domination, ropes tying, handcuffs. 

fem partner HC

men:

voight, casey, severide, antonio, ruzek, jay halstead.

Voight: A learning experience, definitely has a daddy kink, has a sergeant kink, would use an unloaded gun against you, hand cuffs, dominate male energy, praises and degrading, eats you like its his last meal, much prefers eating you than you on your knees, would make you suck his dick under his desk in office, hickeys in visible and not visible areas, gives the best after care. 

Severide: hands has to be all over you, restrains you by his own hands, edging, lieutenant kink, tiny praises, teasing, dominant male, hickeys only in exposed areas others can see, likes you on your knees, has the i go down on you- you go down on me rule(would still eat you regardless), sneaky fire house sex because he needs you always, moderate after care.

Casey: aggressive sex depending on the mood, loving, would let you take control, praises, leaves hickeys all over you, wants you on your knees, after care on point.

Antonio: detective kink, hands have to be all over you, restraints, handcuffs, takes you on anything and everywhere, praises, hickeys everywhere he doesnt care, definitely dominant, major edging and teasing, eats you like hes starving and kisses you after, likes you on your knees, after care is good.

Ruzek: loving, takes his time with you and marks you up, delicate loving praises about how good you look and sound for him, loves to hear you moan, ties you up if you want, lets you take control if you prefer, loves just having this intimate time with you, needy, his after care makes your heart melt.

J. Halstead: detective kink, hickeys galore, dominant, degrading or praises whatever you prefer, ties you up, takes you on anything and everything any and everywhere prefers to have you on your knees, would eat you anyway, would prefer you on your knees though, after care is good and okay,

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#5

okay but looking after oliver and warming him up after he was practicing in the rain

is that not the cutest thing ever

i’m just imagining his wet hair and melting aw he’s so cute

jess. i can't. this- this request. just- just imagine. oh my god 😍

"oliver?" you ask as you hear somebody enter your dorm room, not expecting anybody since your roomates are studying in the library.

"yeah, it's me," he annaounces and a second later, his head appears in your line of vision. as soon as you take him all in, you see his shaking form, his drenched quidditch ropes.

"were you training in the rain again?" you ask, a little concerned but mostly amused.

"...maybe," he responds, quickly running to the bathroom so he doesn't get the whole room wet.

"did you drag your poor teammates with you too?" you ask, already feeling bad for the boys. yes, you like that oliver is so passionate about something but sometimes, he just crosses the line.

"maybe," he repeats his previous answer, you closing your eyes momentarilly.

"oh, ollie," you sigh, just as he comes out of the bathroom. without missing a beat he colapses on the bed, his head landind near your shoulder. you lightly touch his cheek, checking if he maybe, possibly caught a cold. "oh, merlin, you're freezing!" you exclaim, putting down your book and wraping your arms around him, pulling him closer. "saints, oliver, how long were you out there?" you ask, now really worried about his health.

"two hours," he quietly confesses, your eyes widening. "but i let the boys go after one!"

"yeah, but still! two hours, do you know how cold it is outside? it may not be winter anymore but spring has just begun!" you whisper-yell, quickly wrapping the sheets around him. "and your hair is still wet," you comment, getting up to get a towel. "although you look adorable with wet hair, you're going to get sick if we don't dry it at least a little," you say from the bathroom, returning back to bed right after. this boy is going to be the death of himself one day.

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#4

Magical Tea

JJ Maybank x gn!reader

Word count: 569

Warnings: mentions of liquid, mentions of being touch starved, not proofread

A/N: thank you for requesting! i apologise i'm late with this request but i hope you like it nonetheless <;33

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281 notes - Posted January 20, 2022

#3

The Accident

Spencer Reid x paramedic!fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 1677

WARNINGS: a lot of dialogue (as always), mentions of a crash, mentions of a hospital, swearing

REQUESTED: no, hurt/comfort

SUMMARY: When an accident occurs, Spencer is worried out of his mind not knowing if something bad happened to you.

A/N: finally kinda done with requests, so i can write some of my ideas. this is a crossover between the show's criminal minds and chicago fire, but it’s not very relevant to the story. it’s more leaning against criminal minds (obviously, it's spencer) and it’s not chicago fire anymore cause it’s happening in quantico😂 gif credits to @toyboxboy

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#2

🦋 wearing spender reid’s cardigan to work <3

i love this so much oml

"Looking good, Y/N," JJ winks at you, a smirk on her lips. You thank her with a roll of your eyes, knowing damn well she was talking about your boyfriend's cardigan. You knew what wearing it to work meant but it looked so comfortable and warm, you just had to wear it.

"Damn, Y/N," Morgan whistles as you pass him, sitting down behind your desk. You ignore him, instead going straight to the files waiting on you. It's not a minute that goes by before Spencer enters the bullpen, sitting down across from you.

"Y/N? Is- is that my cardigan?" the doctor asks once he notices what you're wearing, a surprised look on his face.

"Yes, I borrowed it, I'm sorry if it bothers you," you quickly explain, just as a big grin starts to spread across Spencer's lips.

"No, I don't mind at all, darling," he mutters, same expression appearing on your face.

"Okay then," you say, turning back to the paperwork. He steals once last glance before going back to work, a smirk replacing the previpus smile.

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Exhausted

Aaron Hotchner x nanny!fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 1973

WARNINGS: age gap 

REQUESTED: /, kinda friends to lovers, fluff

SUMMARY: After spending a day with Jack and Aaron, you're too tired to make it home. 

A/N: thank you so much for the idea @velvetcloxds! i loved it so much, I just had to write it. there’s an OC in there, named laura (based on @oliverwoodmarrymepls), just a heads up :) also Hayley didn’t die in this! gif credits to @shyhotch

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Oooooooooo! Elephanto is neat! Okay let's see!

Prediction Bosses

Bitsy - Being a chapter 3 forgotten actor animated purple soul mode secret boss herself, she can definitely relate to Elephanto. Perhaps even more when she realizes that he didn't originally look like that and was so young when he met the "strange someone" and stuff. She'd insist on getting this guy some tea and biscuits so they can chat and bond over animation and video based stuff.

Elymas - Holds their usual superiority complex like they do with everyone. Yet they'd be off put by the way Elephanto can squash and stretch his body. Probabky finds it demonic and likely considers him possessed or something. Tiny bird is whatever holy object they can find and dosing this toon in holy water. I doubt they will like what happens after.

Veratus - I imagine the rat solider is fairly neutral when it comes to Elephanto. Until he learns of the forcing former co-stars to still act with him. I kinda see Veratus seeing that costume as a parasite like the parasitic plants overtaking himself and in a twisted sense of justice trying to "remove" it which may or may not just be him trying to kill Elephanto. ... that probably ain't gonna turn out well for Ver. Also fun fact, in my take of Deltarune, Veratus's weapon, the Royal Rapier, might be a weapon for Asriel. Potentially. Still working it out.

Fool's Fate Bosses

Dorothy - Much like Bitsy, I see Dorothy feeling sympathy for Elephanto. Dorothy was never replaced, not directly, but she was meant as a Christmas present that never got given and some what resents a lot of Broadway's toys now. Especially the more popular Mr. Slinkywriggles. I imagine her sympathy quickly turning to rage as that is her core emotion.

Poly - Poly also became more erratic and insane after meeting the "strange someone" (well, all the secret bosses did), and he was actually also replaced like Elephanto. His cabinet was replaced by Electric Rhythm Empire seemingly out of the blue, with everyone loving Empress, Emperor, and their daughter Ritsu instantly and leaving the little polygonal platformer in the dust. By the time Chicago and the gang found him, he'd lost it trying to recreate his game and having people play it despite Poly himself being so very, very, corrupted. Needless to say, Poly's joining Bitsy and Dorothy at the Elephanto sympathizer/empathizer table.

Casper - Also a technical chapter 3 boss, but this time from the Woody Theory rather than abandoned cartoon camp. I don't think Casper likes Elephanto. Sure they're mostly in the same boat, canceled shows and all, but Casper's dark side is Rattler, who he's afraid off/doesn't recognize half the time. Also the idea of forcing coworkers to still put on the show seems bizarre and not right to the cowboy cat. Perhaps part of that's because Casper can't remember his co-stars as there weren't plushies of them abandoned in Noelle's classroom, but you know.

Noir - Detective Noir would be the only person (asides from the Junior Secret Squad) trying to get down to the bottom of the mystery of Elephanto and his show. Trying to figure out why it suddenly got canceled, piecing together the tragedy of Filmso and the atrocities of the Darkner as Elephanto. It'd be like a true crime mystery to the detective, perhaps even complete with a case of corporate espeanouge and fraud. Would he tell anyone about this? No. Noir would just be in his corner mostly ignoring Elephanto as any actual person at all.

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I might draw Elephanto with Bitsy tomorrow, it's late for me rn.

I hope you enjoyed and feel free to correct me on anything or add your thoughts on interactions between our bosses and stuff. Gn!

((People should send me their secret bosses.

Both to draw and describe how mine would react to them.

That'd be cool