#who thinks pissing off the hot doctor is the right way to flirt with him

[gatorbites-imagines]

hiiiii!

may i request a poly ghost face x male reader who has anger issues(but he's such a bottom its sickening) and like his anger issues make people think he's all tough and he's been to like psychiatric hospitals for seriously hurting people and its times to renew his medicine but the doctor is out or they don't have his medicine in stock, so for the next week he has to go without medication and he gets into multiple physical fights and by the end of the week he like breaks down and is like "i don't wanna be angry all the time" which leads to a sweet cuddle session nd praise from billy and stu as reader cries and soon falls asleep

thank you sm!

Billy Loomis x Male reader X Stu Macher

Headcanons

Reader is on the more muscular side in this.

You had a reputation around Woodsboro, as a no fucks, dangerous and angry meathead. It mainly stemmed from the fact that you got into a lot of fights when you were younger, and was sent away to a psychiatric hospital for a while to find the right dose and medicine to give you.

It didn’t help that you lifted weights, worked out, and did different martial arts to help settle the anger that always simmered inside your body. As puberty hit, you shot up like a beanstalk, and you packed on muscle like no one’s business.

Your parents supported you, since having an outlet helped a lot with your anger issues, as long as you took your medicine, which they always made sure was available.

Because of your reputation, no one dares to say anything when you, Billy and Stu start openly dating. People are mostly confused by someone as popular and attractive as Billy and Stu would wanna go out with someone as rough and off-putting, in their eyes, as you.

Your boyfriends love you very much though, and they don’t mind your tendency to resort to anger quicker than most. Billy probably finds it hot to be honest, and Stu always likes to lay on your bed and watch as you lift weights in one of you tank tops.

I can honestly see Billy pushing your buttons just enough to make a vein pop and for you to pin him down, just for him to smirk and wrap his legs around your waist. Hes a little shit, and likes the thrill, what can I say.

Stu has definitely made comments about how if you need an outlet, he doesn’t mind help you out, if you know what I mean ;) ;)

You always just roll your eyes and go for a run to cool off, or do some other hobby your therapist and psychologist recommended, like gardening, journaling or coloring.

Your week starts of shitty, when you run out of your meds. Your parents take you to your doctor to get a new dose, but they’re all out and don’t know what they’ll get their next shipment.

They promise to get in contact with you as soon as they have it, and you get sent on your way, arriving at school later in the day than normal.

The first day or two is fine, since your last dose is still in your system, but when that runs out you start getting agitated. You grind your teeth and crack your fingers, feeling fidgety and so annoyed and angry by everything.

Literally everything pisses you off, from the way people chew gum, to how loudly people close their lockers, or how people cut in front of you in line in the cafeteria.

Billy is the first to notice how tense and agitated you are, as you prowl around like a caged tiger, glaring at everyone and everything. Stu notices not long after when you just grumble and mutter when he tries to play flirt with you or wrap his arm around you.

You get into multiple fights that week, from someone calling Stu and Billy a slur because you three are openly in a relationship, to a guy who bumper checked you on the way to school.

Normally Billy and Stu would enjoy the show of strength and how hot you look, but they can both see how miserable it makes you feel, especially when you are sent home and suspended for an entire week.

When you return home, you stomp upstairs into your room and throw off your jacket and shirt and just get to work lifting weights until everything hurts, and even then, you don’t stop.

Normally lifting weights help at least take the edge off, but nothing is working, only frustrating you more and making you even more angry. It reaches the point where you just wanna cry from how angry you are.

You don’t even notice how you’ve been at it for hours until Billy and Stu arrive and see you hunched over with a dumbbell, arms shaking from how far you’ve pushed yourself.

You are just scowling though, barring your teeth as you push yourself harder and harder, eyes shiny from unshed tears and very dehydrated from working yourself so hard.

Billy goes off to get you something to drink, some clean clothes and a wet washcloth, as Stu goes about getting the weight out of your hand and making sure you are at least okay. When he asks if you are okay, it just all spills over.

You start sobbing and shaking with anger and misery, crying into Stus shoulder as Billy returns. He puts the things he brought aside, and they just hold you as you cry, choking out how you just don’t wanna be so angry anymore, how everything hurts and nothing helps.

Your two lovers just hold you through it, letting you get out as much as you need, before they sit you up and Billy wipes you down with the wet cloth, and Stu gets you to drink the entire water bottle Billy brought to get you hydrated.

Stu holds you again as Billy gets the bed ready, and they pull you under the sheets as they cuddle up on either side of you, keeping you between them as they hold you close.

Because sure, they find your anger hot, but they hate how much pain it causes you. Cue lots of sweet cuddles and kisses from both, but the kisses are mostly from Stu as Billy mumbles all kinds of praise and compliments into your ear from behind.

I could imagine them also massaging your arms because of how hard you strained them, and their combined love and attention makes the anger lessen. It doesn’t go away, it never does, but it’s enough to knock you out.

The hours of working out, a week full of stress, and dehydration quickly knocks you out, putting you to sleep between Billy and Stu as they just hold you.

They know they cant make your problems go away, even though they wish they could, but they will stay by your side the entire way, and will never let you struggle alone.

[gingerbread-in-july]

Under the cut lies my personal ranking of all of Spencer Reid's love interests, both actual and potential, from best all the way down to worst, plus a whole lot of unfiltered sassy commentary that nobody asked for. Then again, nobody asked for any of this, but my brain was just on one of its neurodivergent tangents. There's 11 total. Some of this- probably a lot of this- will piss some people off and I am truly sorry. I hope there's at least some other people out there who share my strong ass opinions.

1. Dorian Loker- I will never forgive these bitch ass writers for never following up on that storyline. He asked her out in Russian, for Christ's sake! One of the only times in the entire series he actually initiates a date with somebody. He complimented her coffee! For him, that may as well be a pickup line. He was finally moving on from Maeve. That was a huge fucking step. He was shy and unsure of himself, but he was clearly into her, he was flirting the best he could, and he fucking asked her out. Don't even get me started on him being into her enough to set aside his germophobia and touch her hand by the end of the episode. Or his gutted little expression when he realized he spoiled the book she was reading. They were adorable and they could have been everything. Of all the one-episode love interests, she's the one I'm most pissed at them for never fucking following up on. 

2. Ethan- They were not just friends. I read somewhere that Spencer was initially supposed to be bisexual. They might have scrapped that, but bi Spence still found a way. They for sure hooked up. For. Sure. The chemistry was just there. And I am not one of those weirdo bitches who are overly fetishistic toward m/m pairings. I'm too fucking gay myself to get off on two men together. But those two men for sure were a thing- and good for them. 

3. Austin the bartender- She was hot. They had chemistry. More chemistry than he did with his actual girlfriends. End of. 

4. Ashley Seaver- I know y'all hate her and that she wasn't technically a love interest. However, I guarantee that she would have been if they'd kept her around. They were definitely setting it up to be that way. And, you know what? They'd have been a damn cute couple. I'd have loved to see it. And no, the "sorry for asking" moment was not grounds to disqualify it. Everyone else said as bad or worse to him at some point. If you can ship him with a psychopath who drugged him, framed him for murder, got him falsely imprisoned and nearly killed, kidnapped and tried to kill his mother, and lied about r*ping him and getting pregnant? You can ship him with Ashley fucking Seaver. If you can ship him with his fucking doctor who used her own loneliness as an excuse to violate all kinds of professional and ethical codes? You can ship him with Ashley fucking Seaver. If you can, perhaps worst of all, ship J*id? You can ship him with Ashley fucking Seaver.

5. Lila Archer- I think their worlds were ultimately too different for them to work long-term, but I do think they would have made a sweet couple for a while. They would each give the other things that their worlds were lacking. They wouldn't have been endgame, but they'd have stayed good friends. Also, "bUt aMbEr hEARD" isn't the dunk you think it is. Johnny Depp is a rich, 60-something year old white man who is problematic as fuck in his own right- and he's never going to fuck you. 

6. Cat Adams- Do I want them to actually be together? No. Does she deserve him? Hell no. Would the people further down this list technically be better for him than her? Probably. But......the chemistry, y'all. The chemistry was there. Matthew and Aubrey just play far too well off of each other. 

7. Maeve Donovan- I didn't hate her, but she was just a vehicle to give Spencer more trauma. I don't think she was "the one," "the love of his life," or any of that other stuff some say. I don't think they'd have lasted if she'd lived. They didn't really know each other. She lied to him about having a whole ass fiancé she never told him about. God only knows what else he didn't know. He started out as her fucking patient, for God's sake. The ethical violations were out the ass. I don't think she'd have crossed those lines if she weren't feeling so vulnerable and isolated from having to hide from her stalker. At least, not if she's as smart as everyone claims she is. Everyone- including Spencer- only puts her on a pedestal because of the tragedy of her death and not knowing what could have been. What would have been had she lived......probably wouldn't have been all that great in the long run. 

8. Linda Kimura- I'll be honest, I don't recall a single damn thing about this woman. I forgot she even existed until I saw her pictured on a potential love interest compilation. While I don't recall them having any chemistry whatsoever, I'll still include her for the sole purpose of ranking her higher than the rest of these shit bombs. And speaking of bombs, that brings us to......

9. Dylan Einstein- For the life of me, I just don't understand why people go so hard for this pairing. It's like she was generated in a Mary Sue factory to fit some stereotype of what AI might imagine Spencer's ideal woman to be. Her last name is Einstein, for fuck's sake. I'd probably respect it more if they did just name her Mary Sue. They were trying too hard to present her as Girl Spencer. The bitch even wore a purple scarf! She also just came across as annoying and overly eager and seemed like she didn't really understand when to fuck off. She butted in too much while Derek and Spencer were trying to work. Some poster here said that the actress who played her shipped the character with Spencer. That is more than obvious in the way she plays her. It's like she read a bunch of Wattpad fic and decided to use the character to try for her Y/N moment. Can't blame a girl for trying, but that is one "love interest" I am glad was a one-off. 

10. JJ- What could I say that hasn't already been said? The J*id plot was painfully forced. Spencer has more chemistry with a fucking paperweight than he does with JJ. Do I love their friendship? Yes. Do I love watching Spencer interact with her kids? God, yes. But, he's Uncle Spencer, not Stepdaddy Spencer. The only way Spencer and JJ are more than friends is that they're found family. Will is an absolute saint of a husband. Fuck them writers for doing him dirty like that. Even pre-Will, Spencer and JJ just didn't have the chemistry like that. I'm glad they scrapped that bullshit early crush storyline after just one episode. Also, am I the only one who remembers Spencer being totally unaffected and not even giving half a shit when JJ finally came out to the team about being with Will? He said something along the lines of "We all knew already." He was so unbothered. No way in hell has he been "waiting for JJ" this whole time or whatever these clowns pulled out of their asses toward the end. Such a waste of a plot. Literally any other pairing would have made more sense. 

11. Maxine bitch ass Brenner- Here we are. Last and least. Even J*id was better than this shit. What the fuck even was the goddamn point of this bitch besides having an excuse to have Rachael Leigh Cook guest star? Too bad this is who she had to play. She was just rude as hell with her snark, her bitchy little expressions and the way she mocked the kids- elementary school aged kids- she taught. As if it was beneath her grandiose idea of herself. How could they for one second think that somebody like Spencer- somebody who loves kids, loves to teach and to learn and values education as much as Spencer- could ever like somebody like her? They were already having to cram way too much into too little space that last season. It was already a shit show. What the fuck was the point of adding her only to never bring her back? I mean, good call there at least because she sucked. I can only assume Spence realized how much she sucked and ditched her ass. She was just a pointless waste of time and never should have been a thing. I'm glad Spence made out with Cat in front of her and I hope it chapped her ass that he never kissed her that way. Glad her family didn't die, but she and they can all fuck all the way off down the road.

Thanks for sticking this one out if you did.

[horsetailcurlers2]

another long obnoxious stream of my thoughts while watching greys anatomy for the first time (season 13 bc nobody has stopped me!!)

-oh my god meredith please just tell her you slept with riggs

-yeah DUH amelia you should have gotten to know each other better before you got married

-can i just say that i will never ever base my preconceptions of a show off tiktok again lol. before i watched this show i fully expected to hate maggie and april. i’m nervous bc i’ve also seen people who haven’t watched pp say they hated amelia but so far i don’t see why.

-i’m confused?? amelia has definitely mentioned her anencephalic baby to owen before. maybe she hasn’t laid out the whole story but she definitely mentioned him some time after derek died.

-oooh murphy is back

-bailey is not stupid so why is she acting stupid??? of course this prison has scarce medical resources and the doctors are overworked. what planet do you live on?

-trying to cut dr eliza some slack bc she’s just doing her job, but she could probably do it a way that’s less irritating

-imo alex deserves to be punished. way too many main characters get off too easy when they make fucked up choices. but i selfishly don’t want him to go to prison lol

-bailey is starting to seriously piss me off. i’m not saying all the attendings are in the right for the way they’re acting but what did she think would happen if she brought in some abrasive stranger to take a sledgehammer to their program and undermine the authority of a bunch of tight knit surgeons who are often times like a group of talented toddlers with scalpels

-they should have done a chemistry read with jessica capshaw before they cast minnick lmao. the flirting is so bad and the “sexual tension” thing they’re trying to is almost laughable.

-why on earth WOULDN’T you want an actual peds surgeon to supervise a child’s surgery? whatever phase two of your teaching program whatever…. but what the fuck?

-also “this isn’t about me it’s about edwards” rubs me the wrong way bc actually it’s about the fucking patient

-i think they’ve introduced new exterior shots this season. i like ‘em

-owen pisses me off bc he’s actually a really good friend, but an appallingly bad partner

-maggie could stand to chill out a little bit, even if she doesn’t know about the cancer.

-“a place she loved… by the water” RICHARD

-maggie’s mom is so real “orgasms. they are not a gift. it’s your right” “i wanna die with my eyelashes on”

-the synchronized lasagna eating is what finally made me cry. RIP diane

-“her heart beat for derek shepherd. it never occurred to me that she would be with anyone else” jesus fucking christ why don’t you chill out a little bit arizona

-i like this plane episode a lot. i know it’s not *technically* a bottle episode but it feels like one. what are the odds somebody can be in TWO emergency plane situations in the same handful of years

-meredith definitely fucked up and she should’ve told maggie about riggs WAY sooner but (and i feel mean saying this) maggie is being a little dramatic about a guy she didn’t actually date. it’s the principle though, so i get it.

-jo’s secret abusive husband is will shuester?????

-these fake outs with alex and paul are giving me heart palpitations.

-of course amelia speaks german. that’s so hot

-maybe i’m stupid but i think that if there’s a fire, all the doors to outside should automatically be unlocked

-minnick sucks ridiculously hard

[negansbackdoorwhore]

Seek Help

Warnings: smut, swearing, angst

“Fucking bullshit.” Negan swore as he sat in his car looking at the doctors office. This was meant to help him as the meeting for anger management wasn’t quite progressing at the rate his parole officer wanted. So he was sent here and he hated the fact he had to be. His girlfriend thinks it’ll help but he was probably going to be dumped soon.

He swallowed his pride wanted to get these few sessions over with. He didn’t even put effort into his appearance and only wearing his black sweatsuit as he stepped into the office. As Negan checked in he sat down and silently sulked until being called back into a cozy looking room. He sat onto the seperate couch and kicked up his feet.

“Oh, I see you’ve made yourself comfortable Mr. Smith.”

“Yeah. That a problem doc?” He looked to see a pretty young woman walk in all dressed in a professional attire and holding a clipboard. Negan being himself he found her hot and wanted to try and flirt.

“I understand you were sent here from your parole officer after an assault charge. I can imagine this is probably the last thing you wanted to do.”

“You’d be correct. So why don’t we leave and let me take you out?” He said in confidence but got laughter from her.

“That’s very cute Mr. Smith but let’s get right into session.”

He got upset after the stupid session when you rejected his offer. Deep inside he knows it’s wrong because his woman was home waiting but now it’s a point to prove he can have you. The next week comes and it’s time for appointment. Before leaving his home he put effort in his appearance this time. He slicked his hair back with gel, putting on a snug fitted black tee, his nice jeans, and a pair of boots. He did look good and completed his look with a spritz of cologne.

“Why are you all dressed up?”

“Doc said in order to start the healing, the appearance comes first.” He said with a smile but she rolled her eyes. He waved her off and made way to the office. As soon as he was brought back, she was sitting there waiting for him.

“Hello there Doc.”

“Well Mr. Smith, you clean up very nicely.”

She complimented while his smile grew bigger. He talked throughout the session and adding on his charm. She made no reaction or gave into him. That really pissed him off and he left feeling like a loser. He has a beautiful girlfriend at home why is he wasting time on a girl who doesn’t want him. So that night he went to apologize and treated her like queen.

Even though after a long couple months he still liked his therapist too much. He hated to say that he was falling for her and losing interest in his girlfriend. He tried hard to still be good to her. Although she already had decided it was time to break up. He begged her not to leave but she had already made up her mind.

The next couple of weeks he felt depressed sitting alone in his empty house. He eventually stopped going to his therapist and got nonstop calls from his parole officer. He continued ignoring the world until he eventually had to go outside to grab mail. He then saw a car slowing down in front of his driveway. Negan saw it was Y/N, he felt confused as she stepped out to approach him. He didn’t have enough time to retreat.

“Mr. Smith, it’s been a while since you came into my office.”

“I don’t care to. I don’t think it’s gonna work out talking about my feelings.”

“Please, just keep trying. You can’t just ignore everything and expect things to go away.” Negan frowned at the attempt and felt wore down into inviting her inside. As he stepped in he saw her turn to him to go in for a hug. He tensed at the contact made, he was unsure of what to do for a moment then slowly hugged back. This was what he needed, a person’s touch.

“Negan, I want to help you but I can’t do anything for you if you don’t open up.” His hold grew tighter and could help himself at the feeling of her.

“I need you.” He whispered, that made her eyes go wide and he was already going to nuzzle into her neck. She gently pushed him away to see the sadness in his eyes.

“Please. I just need you, I feel like I might have fallen for you.”

“I can’t be involved with you like this. Even if I also feel the same it’s inappropriate.” Negan bit his lip and couldn’t control how he picked her up in his arms. He heard her gasp before placing her body onto the couch. His body settled over hers and she watched him go in for a kiss but he pushed on his chest.

“Negan. No, we can’t.”

“Y/N, please. I need this, just help me feel better.”

She let him kiss her this time and felt a spark ignited in her stomach. Negan groaned as her arms were wrapped on his neck. He couldn’t hold back as his hand was already going to the button of her jeans. He felt her hips retreat slightly but he still pressed into your pants to caress her front.

She whimpered at the sensation and her head fell back enough for him to start laying his kisses on her skin. He loved she felt against his touch and heard her let out a noise. It went straight to his cock and he wanted to feel her so fucking bad. He imagined it before so many times but now he could do it for real. He planned on making it count for her and of course for his longing.

“Y/N. Let me do this…” She moaned as his words fell out and his fingers were touching her wet pearl. Her thighs squeezed his wrist and he pushed further by letting his finger slip into her vessel.

“Let me take care of you.”

Little by little, his sweet whispers and addictive touch had both of their clothes on the floor. His hand and mouth making her cry out along with his cock aching to get touched by her sweet pussy. Her body growing hot and trembling underneath him. She caught her breath and he took opportunity to kiss her again but this time his hips grinding on her.

“Negan, we can’t go back to our sessions. What are we going to tell your parole officer?”

“I’ll figure something out. Let me handle that.” He said as he moaned when going inside her with ease. He held her wrists down as he thrusted inside her. String of curses left his lips at how good she felt. He was full of fire and made her all his.

[it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream]

Opposites attract (Paul Lahote x Reader)

Warnings: swearing? I don't really think there are any tbh. 

Word count : 2.2k

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Sweet as pie. That’s the way people tend to describe you. So why on earth did you ever think that bad boy Paul Lahote would ever like you? It was stupid really. You’d had a crush on him since you were little and it didn’t seem to stop there. It wasn’t a phase you grew out of. Everything inside you screamed when he was near. But he hardly noticed you at all. None of the guys on the res did. At least, you didn’t think they did. You’d given up hope a long time ago that he would ever see you more than just a little girl he’d grown up with. 

Leah Clearwater, your best friend thought you were stupid. She didn’t understand why someone as nice as you would waste your time liking him anyway. He was hot headed, a flirt and extremely unpredictable. Leah didn’t like him partly because he was a member of Sams group, they had always been friendly but something had changed within some of the guys on the res. They were closer than ever now, like a little gang. It wasn’t only the boys who had changed, you’d notice a change in Leah too, maybe it wad because of all she had gone through, you couldn’t put your finger on it.

Leah and Sam had dated for three years, one day Sam up and left, no explanation, leaving Leah lost and alone. Then he decided to reappear and instead of giving Leah an explanation, broke up with her and started pursuing Leah’s cousin Emily young instead. Let’s just say she didn’t really get along with the guys anymore, or Emily, who she used to be so close with. You were her rock and she was yours. You know she never wanted to see you go through the same heartbreak. 

It was summer break and you and Leah had decided to get away for a few weeks. Being surrounded by the same people day in and out got a bit much. Especially when you lived in the small community you did. You hadn’t gone too far away, only to Vancouver. It was just nice to have some freedom, be somewhere no one knew you. Leah was relieved to get away, it just meant she wouldn’t have to be around Sam as much. While you were studying a higher education, she had started a mechanic apprenticeship with the one and only Sam Uley, it was her best opportunity, even if she didn’t like to spend time near him, that’s what she told you anyway. 

It was your second week in Vancouver, you’d been sightseeing, visiting museums that would help with your studies but you also just took the time to relax. Everything was going amazing. Until that night.

The fancy restaurant had been your idea, you had both been enjoying your time away, but for some reason since arriving in Vancouver you’d been feeling off. Your mood swings were off the charts and you didn’t understand why, you never wanted to take anything out on Leah, you didn’t even have a reason to be moody, and yeah it was summer, but somedays you felt overly hot, like you had a fever and then it would disappear like it was nothing. This friend date was a way for you to make it up to her. She didn’t seem bothered by your change in attitude though, she seemed more concerned if anything.

You were both sat in the restaurant waiting for your food to arrive, talking about silly shit, laughing together obnoxiously, drinks flowing thanks to your fake ID, everything was going perfect until three men came floating through the front door. They were stunning. Absolutely beautiful. At this point you were sure you were staring, one of the men turned his head, caught your eye and winked at you flashing a toothy grin. You blushed and looked away, Leah kicked you under the table.

“What, he’s good looking, the red contact lenses are a bit strange though.” You titled your head to the side pondering the thought, not realising that Leah had gone extremely quiet. Then something weird happened. Your body started heating up like it had done in the past few days, your palms were sweaty, your hands shook a little and your head started to ache. You felt weird. You couldn’t focus. Leah was saying your name but you couldn’t really hear her, it was a little muffled and then…. then nothing. You were feeling alright again. You looked up Leah’s face one of terror mixed with concern. 

“Do you wanna get out of here? I saw a burger van on the way we could just go back to the room.” You nodded. Not feeling the fancy atmosphere anymore. Maybe you should see a Doctor. 

-Leah’s POV-

“Of all the places we could go, there’s leaches here too?” Leah was pissed, this is what she had been hoping to get away from but fate was a bitch. Not only that, but she was pretty sure her best friend was going through the change in front of her very eyes. She guessed she wasn’t the only female shifter anymore. 

At one point she had paused during the dinner. Actually at a couple of points. The first, when she had watched you sip two cocktails like they were water. She was impressed, goodie-too-shoes who? Second, when the leaches walked in through the very crowded restaurant, and third, when the pack back home had heard Leah’s thoughts, the boys were worked up. Sam being Sam, was ordering Leah back immediately, worried she would accidentally phase putting you at risk. Also, they were worried that you would shift for the first time. They all knew how unpredictable it could be. One little thing could set you off and BOOM, shift in front of hundred of humans. Leah being Leah liked to defy Sam, so it came as no shock that she refused to cut the trip short. She did have a valid point though, what would she tell Y/N? 

Leah was glad when she’d manage to persuade you to leave the building, burgers were actually sounding like a good idea right about now. Watching you sit and get wasted was fun, but she wished she could join in sometimes and not have to pretend. She was worried that the Vamps would follow after catching her scent. If they knew what was good for them, they’d stay away.

Leah kept on looking at you, she could sense something was wrong, she knew the signs having gone through them herself. One minute y/n was fine, the next sweating, the next she looked pissed, as much as Leah liked to handle things on her own, this was a big thing to deal with and she knew it, so it came as no surprise to her when Sam mind linked to say that a few of the guys were already on their way to your hotel to bring you guys home. She hated to admit that she was relieved. She looked to you again, now you were happily munching on your food, caught up in thought. 

“Hey Y/N, so uh, some of the guys from the Res are in Vancouver, how funny is that.” Leah laughed nervously, looking at your for any reaction. She watched as you screwed your nose up and then blushed. Her friends eyes widened. 

“That’s cool, Vancouver’s a big place though, I don’t think we have to worry about bumping into them. Weird how they ended up in the same place. I wonder if Paul is here…. I haven’t seen him in forever, it’s bound to have been at least 6 months by now.” Leah rolled her eyes and smiled at her best friend. She was still day dreaming over stupid Paul. She didn’t know what she found so fascinating about him. Sometimes you can’t help having a crush. Leah frowned. She knew all about how it could end up. 

“Who knows Y/N, fate is a funny thing, I wouldn’t worry about Paul, he’s normally caught up in his ego to notice other people anyway, if he didn’t notice you now he’s a lost cause, cause girl you look hawt.” Leah grinned and nudged Y/N with her arm, Y/N nudged her back and chuckled. It was almost 11pm by the time you made it back to the hotel lobby, you’d only just stepped in when you heard a noise from behind you. Leah turned around. Standing on the opposite side of the road were the Vampires that she’d seen only a couple of hours earlier. She growled lowly under her breath. Her mind focused on one thing only. Keeping you safe. 

“It’s okay Leah were almost there, just putting our clothes on.” Embry. His voice came through the link. Good, they were almost here. Hopefully when the vamps caught whiff of more shifters they’d leave for good. There’s no way they could shift in the middle of a city without being seen. 

Leah had told Y/N to wait at the bar for her while she “Took a call outside,” which really meant she was just waiting for the guys and making sure the vamps didn’t get through the door. When she turned her head she saw her friend chatting to the the bar man, flirting and sipping on more cocktails. She scoffed and rolled her eyes, god you were amazing. Not a care in the world. She frowned knowing soon enough your life wouldn’t be as simple. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard growling, the boys had arrived and obviously the Vamps now got the memo because they ran off when they realised there was back up. 

Leah could finally relax, Embry, Quil, Jake and oh god.. Paul.. arrived just in time. Grinning at the she wolf like the idiots they were. 

“Took you long enough.” Leah smirked and elbowed Jake playfully. Paul was about to retort but he stopped and sniffed the air. The rest of the present pack looked confused. Leah turned around and noticed her friend walking towards them all with a shocked expression on her half drunk face. 

Then it all made sense. 

-Paul’s POV- 

God what a mess. Paul was pissed off as per. He’d had to cancel a date he had on his one night off to go and save Leah’s and Y/N’s ass’ in Vancouver. Of all nights. He obviously didn’t hesitate when Sam gave the orders, as much as it pissed him off he knew that if another pack member needed him he’d do everything he could to help, you were family. Not to mention, he as well as everyone else, didn’t need some new pup exposing the tribe secrets. Shifting in public would be good for no one. 

On the way the boys talked through the link, communicating with Leah periodically, making sure the Vamps had stayed well away. 

“So, when was the last time anyone actually saw Y/N?” Jake was the first to start the conversation. When was the last time Paul had seen you? He couldn’t remember, if he had to think about it, probably before her shifted, it had been a while, he knew you’d been studying higher education, and with all of the pack stuff, he didn’t tend to see anyone else other than his wolf brothers and sister. 

“I saw her not long ago, she was in the convenience store picking up groceries for her Pops, and damnnn she’s changed, not a little girl anymore.” Quil joked through the link, wolf whistling. Paul smirked, yeah right, he had always thought you were pretty, but you couldn’t have changed that much, you were still the little, younger dork that had grown up on the res. 

The conversation was cut short as they reached the outline of the trees, Sam had tied a bag of clothes around each of the wolves so when they shifted they could change instead of walking around in the nude. Maybe it would fly in the woods back home, but not in the middle of a city. They made light work of getting to the hotel and scaring the blood suckers away. Pussies. When they met Leah at the entrance. Paul wasn’t really focusing on the banter, he was too distracted by a familiar but heavenly scent. He sniffed trying to place it and then he saw her. 

Walking towards the group was Y/N. Her eyes a little glossy Paul could smell the alcohol, it wasn’t however, strong enough to cover up the heavenly scent he could smell radiating off the pup to be. 

"It's not like love at first sight, really. It's more like… gravity moves… suddenly. It's not the earth holding you here anymore, she does… You become whatever she needs you to be, whether that's a protector, or a lover, or a friend.” 

Jacobs words about imprinting ran in Paul’s head and his world suddenly tilted. The pack paused behind him, the wolves howling in his head through the bond. Leah looked shocked and the other guys just looked stupidly happy. 

Y/N was Paul’s imprint.

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Why Stop Now

Summary: Reid starts getting jealous when witnesses start to hit on the reader.

Spencer Reid x M!Reader

Word Count: 2677

The case before the BAU team was getting tedious, to say the least. It was one of those cases that needs witnesses to actually get a step ahead of the unsub who left basically no evidence behind. It was surely pissing off the team, but it pissed you off the most. You were someone who needed control, someone who couldn’t stand the taunts of others. That was profiled about you when you first joined, but you didn’t have a probably showing that side of you off at times. So, at that point it was just a simple fact that surrounded your complex personality.

“This shit sucks,” You hissed out as you slammed your hands against the table, looking at the pictures of the victims. Searching eyes hoping, praying that you had for once missed something. “This is seriously pissing me off.”

“You know you didn’t miss anything. I don’t know why you’re looking at them.” A voice called out from behind you. The footsteps they took now clear as day as you watched Spencer Reid come to your side. 

“You’re only going to stress yourself out.” He said in a sweet, mellow tone that made you take in a few deep breaths. 

“I know,” you uttered out before turning to him. One hand still on the table to hold your weight. “I just want to help these girls and I can’t do that until I find more things out about our unsub.”

Reid’s face leaned to the side a bit. A small frown on his lips as he stared at you with soft, kind eyes. “I know you do, but you aren’t going to get anything more from them.”

You press your lips together, frustrated at the situation before you. “So what? I have to wait for another woman to die to catch this son of a bitch? 

Reid looks down for a moment before saying softly, “Well, we have another witnesses in here, Hotch asked me to come find you.”

“Again?” You asked in a groan. “Please don’t tell me they’re gonna make goggly eyes more at me than actually answer the questions.”

“That’s why Hotch asked me to get you. He wants you to ask them some questions.” Reid informed you. “I’ll stay with you, if you want.”

You gave a soft smile at the taller male before you pressed your hand against his shoulder, rolling it down before making soft motions with your thumb against his chest. “You’re sweet. I appreciate it, Spence.”

He nodded his head, grabbing your hand that flushed against him. He squeezed it a few times as you watched the most faint blush you’ve seen on him appear against his pale cheeks. It was heart-warming that you were still able to make him blush the way he does by such a simple expression of affection, especially since you’ve been together for a little more than a couple of months now.

“It’s no problem.” He stated before quickly leaning in and planting a soft kiss against your cheek. A giggle immediately coming from your chest as soon as you felt his hot lips against your cool skin. In all honestly, physical contact at work between the two of you was never a thing. Even by if it was just the two of you at yours or Spence’s place, the most you guys did was a kiss here or a few cuddles there. And honestly, you had to make the moves a couple of times given Spencer and his issue with physical contact. He did get used to your touch fairly quickly though, and he enjoyed it. 

When you both approached the witnesses that was sitting near your desk, she looked you up and down, the look in her orbs pure lust. She was a short woman with voluptuous build. She wore a simple white crop top, sporting high waist jeans. It was obvious what kinda aura she gave off. It was both responsible, yet at the same time, someone who liked to have fun.

The ends of her lips quickly churning up at the side of you. Her legs quickly crossed over one another, her mouth slightly open as she chewed her gum.

Spence immediately read her like a book, but he tried not to show his growing irritation. He knew you were good-looking, and he knew people would look. Though, it was just annoying at how much it was happening at one day. Especially at work.

“Hello, ma’am.” You said with a smile before introducing yourself. Your hand then gesturing to your boyfriend before saying, “And this is Doctor Spencer Reid. We’ll be taking your statements today.”

The lady didn’t respond at first, but instead take in your handsome features for a moment before saying, “You can take a lot more then just my statement, baby.”

You gave a soft chuckle as you cupped the back of your neck. It did catch you a bit off guard, but not so much any more since this has been happening for around three hours now. You did, for some reason unknown to you, look over at Spence. The look in his eyes made you frown. It wasn’t anger, but rather, extreme discomfort.

“Right,” you hummed out before sitting on the edge of your desk. Spence taking a step to move closer to your side.

“Can you take me from the beginning? What did you see?” You asked in a stern toning, telling her not to play around anymore.

Her eyes played with yours for a moment before agreeing to answer your questions. It was okay at first, she didn’t seem all that distracted like the others before with your presence, but after getting mid-way into her story, her hand started to dance along your desk. It was obvious how close it was getting to your thigh, both to Spencer and you.

It was like a spider trying to go after its prey. Overall, it was uncomfortable, but you knew you had to focus on her story before even thinking about her hand. It’s one thing if it was just approaching, but another if it actually touches you.

“I mean, the dude was weird, sure, but I didn’t think he’d be kidnapping and killin’ girls, yanno?” She asked, her fingers creeping their way across on your outter thigh.

Your body flinched on instinct for just a moment before you immediately moved your leg, now standing up next to Spence. You could see the small disappointment in her face, but you could honestly care less. You got her story, so now you were finished. At least, that’s what you thought.

“Thanks again, ma’am.” You stated with a kind smile for Hotchner’s sake. You then took out your card that held your number and name, moving it in her direction as you said, “If you think of anything else, doesn’t hesitate to call.”

She gazed at the card for a second before taking it. And while normal people would take it right away, she held on and swiftly moved her hand to touch your own. Her thumb moving in circle, suggestive movement along the top of your hand. You didn’t know if she caught on that you already were taken and trying to do it discreetly since the card was in the way, or just doing it for the fun of it.

“Believe me, sugar, you’ll get a call from me.” She stated in a seductive tone. “You don’t mind some calls at, well, before bedtime, right?”

Then, she did that and it was like everything stopped. Both for Spence and you.

She smirked.

It was one of those smirks that really made something turn within you that was pure fear mixed with uneasiness. The uneasiness coming from your wonder on how Spence was doing. You knew he had trust in you, as you did him. Though, even you would break under all this reckless flirting. Especially at the work place where it was unprofessional to engage in public displays of affection.

“No, sorry, ma’am.” You stated sternly. Your face devoid of any sweetness you might have shown before. “Please, just anything related to this case and nothing else.”

You watched carefully as a bitter sense took her over before she stood up abruptly and said, “Fine.”

And with that, she left. Honestly, you felt so relived that you let out a deep sigh from your lips, unaware of how much air you kept built up in your lungs.

“Glad that’s over,” you huffed out. Your body turning to face Spence, your mouth hanging out a bit to speak once more. Though, when you saw his face, it was like your veins became invaded with ice. You couldn’t move, and if you did, you felt like you’d break.

His eyes blasted directly into yours, almost completely shutting down your sharp-mouthed tongue that got you into trouble with Hotch frequently. They didn’t carry anger, nor sadness. It was something that made your chest tighten, knees completely weak. It made your heart skip a beat, almost breaking a rib with how hard it pounded for that split moment.

“Spence?” You mumbled out. “Something wrong?”

“They kept making passes at you,” he uttered out. His voice barely even audible.

“They did.” You stated. You didn’t know where this was going.

“And I was right here. Right in front of them. Next to you. It was like they didn’t even care if they were making a move on you while I was around.” Spence ranted on, his tone of voice growing more and more irritated as he went one.

“Spence, I don’t think she even knew I was dating someone. Much less having that person be standing right next to me.” You explained kindly. You get how he felt, you did. So, you just planned on trying to make him feel better in any way you could.

Though, as you were about to step forward and maybe grab his hand to reassure him that everything was still alright, he moved first. His tall figure stood right in front of you, barely even a foot away. His face slowly inching towards you despite where you both were.

“Come with me for a second,” he whispered, his hand slowly moving down your arm, that feeling alone causing goosebumps to graze your skin before he held your hand within his. 

“Okay.” You agreed, wondering what you were even doing. 

He didn’t even have a smile perk up on his lips when you agreed, but instead stared you up and down. Slowly, carefully his eyes traveled your body. You shied your head away as you let Spence lead you into the changing rooms the officers use in the morning after their shift was over. 

You noticed Spence make sure no one was inside before his long, slender fingers locked the door. You couldn’t help but remain still, trying to wrap your head around his sudden change in demeanor. You knew he was jealous, it was obvious to anyone. But it was odd at the same time since he was never one to start much of anything, still, in the end when he backed you into the lockers, you weren’t complaining much. 

“Spence, you sure?” You mumbled under your breath as you flickered your eyes between his own and those soft lips that slowly approached yours.

He didn’t answer you with words, but instead gave you answer when he pressed his lips against your own. You were quick to wrap your arms around his neck, taking one of your hands and lacing it through his long, curly locks and the other resting on the base of his jaw. You thought it would be a few sweet kisses and than back to work, maybe even some jealous words, but the moment he started to play with the end of your shirt you knew this was going in a completely different direction. 

To keep his lips to yours you moved your hand that rested on his jaw over to his own, guiding his hand under your clothes. You groaned into the kiss at the sudden chill that ran up your spine when your hot skin collided with his rather chilly fingertips. It was an intoxicating feeling, one that made you desire more. 

When he got the hint that you were okay with his touch, you noticed how quick the atmosphere changed. Within mere seconds he started to push himself more against you, giving you little room to escape with your back flat against the lockers and him on you as well. 

Spencer’s hand start to slide more up your body, feeling every inch of you that he desired. His touch was both full of affection yet the lust you noticed as well was undeniable. It was as if he revealed something that he had kept hidden within himself for a long time now, and you were happy that he felt like he could share that side of himself with you. 

Though, as the sinful urges started to start showing their true colors, the need for air started to dominate. When Spencer unlocked his lips from your own, your breath got stuck in your throat. The look in his eyes was nothing to just brush off as passion. It was like something darker took over, something that he needed to chain down almost all the time. His chestnut orbs held a film over them that was swirling with red, as well as a need that only you could fulfill. 

In a swift movement, Spence’s head moved lower, his lips aiming at something different this time around. A soft gasp escaped past you when you felt his lips latch onto your neck, kissing, biting, and sucking at your skin. It felt good, so good that you suddenly moved one of your legs up and wrapped it around his hips. His free hand that wasn’t exploding your body gripped onto your thigh, holding it in place. 

The more he ravished you, the louder you got. At first it was simple heavy breathing but you swore he was aiming at all of the weak spots on your neck and collarbones that turned you into a mess before him. Though, you didn’t think you were so loud for him to suddenly growl, “Try to keep quiet. We don’t want to get caught.”

Your eyes widened a bit before you leaned your head to the side shyly. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s not like I don’t enjoy hearing you,” he mumbled, his words peaking with more embarrassment than a pure teasing tone.

You nodded, your hands moving down his back and gripping hard onto his shirt as you allowed yourself to be swallowed up by the pleasure he was giving you. You really don’t remember how much time passed, maybe a few minutes, maybe ten. Still, by the time both of you calmed down and made sure to get your fill from the other, someone started to knock on the locked door. 

Both of you two looked at each other, some fear running through your orbs before hearing the familiar voice of Derek Morgan say, “If you two don’t hurry up, Hotch will find out and get mad.”

“Shit,” you groaned as you tried your hardest to flatten out your now disheveled shirt. 

“Sorry about that,” Spence said shyly as he scratched the back of his head, wondering if he should try to help you or not.

You let out a deep sigh before planting a soft kiss on Spence’s cheek, his face heating up in a mere seconds. “It’s okay. C’mon, we should get back to work.”

“Right..” His voice trailed off in a shy manner, his fingers lacing with yours once more as he returned the favor. This time, placing a soft and chaste kiss upon your lips. It was full of love and affection, something that made you hum lovingly into. 

“Hopefully we don’t get anymore witnesses.” You groaned as you walked ahead, flattening your hair. 

Spence couldn’t help but laugh at your words before following behind you back into the professional setting. Luckily for the both of you, Hotch never found out, or he made it seem like he had no idea. Still, you had your doubts since Morgan and Garcia were almost relentless in teasing your boyfriend and you for a straight week. 



[yandere-mha-blog]

Chapter 1: Boredom

Words: 2130

Boredom, Sure most people hated the feeling of fear the worst, or some people even hated the feeling of love. But you hated the feeling of boredom, so why you chose to take this excruciating lackluster lecture for your class was beyond you. You were tapping your nails against the desk scribbling down a few notes here and there, stuff you already knew. Why this college made you take classes that were so painfully basic was beyond your understanding, oh wait a second, money that's why.

“Hey (Name)?” your seatmate said to you

“Hmm?” you said

“Can I please see your notes? You always know the right stuff to write down,” she said

“Sure,” you said pushing your notes over a bit so she could get a better look at them

“Thank you.” She said, you nodded your head and kept listening to the drone of a lecture. Once it was finally done and over with you packed up your bags and were going to head to the courtyard.

“Man, that was boring. I don't know how you pay attention to this so well.” Your seatmate said

“I can’t really.” you said putting away your pencil case “Hope the notes help.”

“They will, hey you want to eat lunch together?” She asked

“Sorry but I like to eat alone,” you said

“Ohhh, okay we'll see you in class tomorrow (name).” she said and left, you followed suit and went to the vending machine, got a quick snack, and headed back to your dorm, the next class was in an hour and might as well relax a bit for the time being. You pulled out your phone to read the latest news.

Villain dubbed the Name NightHawk strikes again, police are looking for any leads.

“This guy again huh, he must be stalking this area.” you thought “Wonder how long he is planning to stay around this boring area.”

After looking at one too many cat videos you headed off to your next class, Mutation quirk and medication. With the wide range of quirks, there were many issues that could harm the quality of life. Studying to become a doctor sure did take a lot of work, even more work now that humans could have any range of growths, bumps, dry spots. Could that be a part of their quirk or is it a tumor that needs to be removed? This was one of the classes that interested you, the hands-on approach, if you didn't have a strong stomach you shouldn't take this class, takes you back to high school when you had to dissect a frog, then a squid, and who could forget the pig fetus. The teachers were not too thrilled that you used your quirk to open up the animals though and sent you to the counselor afterward.

Oh well

Drawing down the diagrams, your seatmate who you seem to have a lot of classes with looked over

“Man you are really good at drawing, can I take a photo?” she asked

“Sure,” you said

“You are a woman of few words huh.” she said, “but you are really nice (name).” “Thanks,” you said, trying to pay attention to the lecture, she must have gotten the hint and went back to her note-taking. Still with this being the last class of the day you were finally ready to take a nice hot bath and relax.

“So (name).” she said, “I was wondering if you want to come with me and a couple of friends tonight, we are getting some drinks.”

“Hm I don't know, I don't like getting drunk on a school night,” you said

“You have classes tomorrow?” She asked, sounding let down by that news, well not like you had anything else to do and maybe a couple of drinks with some people would curb your boredom a bit.

“Oh wait, today is Friday, I have tomorrow off.” you said “I don’t like to stay out too late, I'll still go just won't be there the whole time.”

“That's fine, I've been wanting to hang out with you, I'll pay as thanks for helping me with the notes.”

“Sounds good, which palace are we meeting up at?” you asked

“Oh, it's called cherry steam.” She said, “You know I just realized I never told you my name, it's Fumiko. Also, we are meeting there at six so in two hours

“Okay I'll meet you there,” you said and left, it had been a while since you went out so finally an excuse to wear that new dress you bought months ago, you didn’t get invited out often because most of your classmates thought of you as aloof so this was a nice treat.

So when you arrived outside Cherry Steam and it only hit you then that this was a mixer, and they were short a girl for this group of five men, just great. You sat at the end sipping away at your, you lost count, fruity drink as the guy across from you tried to make conversation.

“So uhm what are you in school for?” he asked

“Doctor, what about you?” you asked taking another sip

“Business major,” he said

“Is that so,” you said swirling the drink around your glass, god could this be any more painful, this guy was incredibly duel.

“So what's your quirk, not to brag but mine is really cool.” he said “I'm able to see behind my head with a third eye.”

“Huh that's neat, guess it must be hard for people to get the drop on you.” you said “My quirk has a habit to scare people off, so not sure if you can handle it.”

“OH come on you can show me,” he said, finally something interesting, so you held out your hand

“You sure you wanna know.” you teased

“Well now I can’t, not see it,” he said, as you flexed your fingers and your five-inch talons came shooting out of your nail beds, he jolted back. “Holy…”

“Told you.” you said taking another sip, this got the attention of the others “I'm able to flex my fingers and these talons come out.”

“Wow you could become a hero with those.” the other guy said as they looked over “can I touch them.”

“Only if you want to get cut,” you said putting your talons back in under your nail beds.

“Does it hurt when they pop out like that?” another guy asked

“Not really.'' You said, as you continued to have the conversation with these guys, you didn't notice the other girls getting a little pissed off by the lack of attention they were getting. Till Fumiko tapped your shoulder

“Hey, I need to go to the restroom. Can you come with me?” she asked

“Sure, I don't mind,” you said getting up and walking out of the booth and following her, only for her to stop outside

“(name) I'm glad you are having fun but the other girls came here as well, can you dial it down a bit?” she asked, you were now confused

“Dial what down?” you asked

“You are flirting with all of them.”She said, “So can you just, you know tone down the flirting a bit.”

“...I think I should leave,” you said

“(name) wait that's not what I meant.” She said

“Look it's getting late anyway I wasn't planning on staying out past ten.” you said “I want to make a scene I’ll just leave so you can all have fun.”

You walked back to the booth and grabbed your purse slinging it over your shoulder.

“Heyy where are you going?” the guy asked

“It's gotten late.” you said “I need to head back, thanks for the drinks.”

“Awwww, what lame.” Another guy said

“Maybe another time, bye-bye.” you said and left the booth, Fumiko came back

“Fumiii your friend left, I didn't even get her number.”

“Hey who said you would be the one getting her number?”

“Hey who said, who said you would be getting her number!” his other friend yelled at him, they started fighting amongst themselves they didn't see their other guy friend leave, till Fumi looked

“Hey didn't we have an extra guy just now?” she asked

“Hey, where is Akio?” His friend said, “That lousy bastard ditched us.”

Well, at least now we have a perfect amount of people.” One of the girls Fumiko brought said

“Greta another round then!”

You were walking down the street rather pissed off, first, she tells you it was just a couple of drinks, not the fact it was a mixer, and that they needed another woman to come. Secondly, the second that they start paying attention to you, they get all pissed off. You never understood people as you kept walking down the street in a huff letting people know to stay out of your way.

“Hey (name).” you hear a males voice oh it is one of the guys

“Huh what are you doing here?” you asked, man you felt drunk this is why you didn't drink you can't handle your booze.

“You just left all of a sudden, you okay?” He asked

“I'm fine, I'm fine, you can go back to your friends now,” you said your words were a bit slurred but you could make it home by yourself

“It's no fun when there isn't the same amount of men and women, here let me walk you home.” He said, and oh no you knew what that meant with these guys

“NO need, I can take care of myself,” you said and kept walking, he must have not gotten the hint because he kept walking behind you, before putting his arm over your shoulder

“You are stumbling let me help,” he said

“I told you I am fine,” you said slinging his arm off and kept walking, you just wanted to get away from this guy, there was a shortcut you thought not thinking correctly as you tried to lose him.

“Hey (Name), can you just listen to me, I'm just trying to be nice,” Akio said grabbing your wrist

“I don't want you to be nice, I want you to let me go before I cut you.” You said as he grabbed your other wrist.

“You won't be able to cut me if you can't move your hands.” he said, his tone shifting yup he was getting violent “You do have such an amazing quirk you know.” “Let me go already.” You said struggling before you flexed your fingers and pointed them down to stab him in the arms

“AGH YOU BITCH.” He yelled pulling back his arm and you booked it down the alley shortcut, you could hear him chasing after you. When he grabbed the back of your dress and yanked you into his chest.

“What's this, a lovers quarrel?” you heard someone else's voice, having no idea where it was coming from “You know women don't like pushy guys.” “Who the fuck said that?” Akio said not letting go of you

“I did up here.” the voice said with a whistle, and you looked up to see a man who looked around your age on fire escape legs dangling down as he was eating take out.

“This doesn't concern you,” Akio said, as you kept trying to crack loose, Akio was freaking out and now this strange man was just watching on.

“It kinda does, because here I am trying to enjoy some take out after a long day and now I see some brute manhandling someone who isn't interested.” He said as a can of coffee hit Akio on the head, not even in front of the direction the man was in. Akio must have thought it was not worth it and shoved you down and ran for it.

“Yeesh what a load of work.” The man said, “You good down there.”

“I'm… fine,” you said trying to gather your thoughts as you got up, great you skinned your knee, the man got up on his feet and looked down.

“I saw that you have a pretty neat quirk.” He said, “ Reminds me of bird talons.”

“Most people say cat paws.” you said getting up, was this guy trying to lift your spirits or something “I really wasn't thinking while coming down here, do you know the way out?”

“Yup, strength down that way to the left, wouldn't recommend going that way,” he said pointing the direction Akio booked it at.

“Thank you,” you said grabbing your purse and walking down, As the man looked in the direction Akio came to. Before an arrangement of red feathers came out from hiding in the alleyway and attached to his back, he had one more thing to do.

[onechicagorpf]

Two Can Play This Game

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader (Chicago Med ED doctor)

Summary: Y/N and Jay have a very undefined relationship, which causes problems when Jay decides to meet with Ally, his ex, for drinks. Y/N’s not one to take things lightly, so when Jay dismisses her jealousy she decides to give him a taste of his own medicine...

Warnings: Loud yelling-at-each-other arguments, which can be triggering, so please watch out! Swearing + dubious medical content, as per usual lol

A/N: I just needed a break before I got started on Not A Stranger Part 4, so this happened! Enjoy! As per usual, please leave comments if you really liked it - they mean a lot!

The sun is bearing down on you hard, and you feel a trickle of sweat go down the back of your neck.

“Need a drink?” It’s Ethan, tossing a cool bottle of water at you. Grinning, you catch it and quickly begin to empty it into your mouth.

Ethan’s frowning, looking up into the sky. “Some days, I just don’t get Chicago. It’s either freezing because it’s the polar vortex, or it’s boiling hot because - well. Whatever. I hate this.” Crushing the plastic bottle, you toss it into a nearby trashcan. “We’ve cleared everyone?” You ask, gesturing to the relatively less frantic movement of firefighters, cops, and doctors on the road. Ethan nods.

A gas explosion had gone off in an apartment, and it was bad enough that CFD paged ED doctors to come down and treat some patients on the scene. Natalie, Connor, Lanik and the student doctors opted to stay behind and hold down the fort, so you were dispatched out with Will and Ethan. For the last hour and a half, you’d been busy running triage and treating whatever burns, smoke inhalations, and other trauma injuries came your way. Luckily, the fire had been contained to just one floor, so there were only a few really awful burns. But of course, this is Chicago so there’s only so much luck going around.

The building was an old one, and that coupled with several structural defects meant that the south face of the building had partially collapsed. So in essence, for every burn victim CFD pulled out, there were about three penetrating or blunt traumas from falling concrete.

“Yeah, but I’d rather treat trauma from a falling object than burns any day,” Ethan comments and you raise your eyebrows. “See, if you’d told me that at the start I would’ve just taken all the burn vics and tossed the rest to you.” Ethan throws his hands up, as you start laughing. “Okay hold on, I didn’t say I wanted to take them all – ” “You guys good?” Cruz swings by, soot and sweat on his face. He takes off his helmet with a sigh, and his shoulders sag like he’s been carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. “Should be asking you that. Are you guys done with search and rescue?” You ask, kicking a nearby plastic chair towards him. Cruz thanks you and starts taking off his equipment. “Yeah, we’ve cleared building. CPD’s in there now.” You nod, your heart skipping a beat at the thought of the police - well specifically at the thought of one detective who you know is on scene…

Except you’re supposed to be mad at him now, so stop thinking about him!

“So they think this is arson? And that it’s related to some case Intelligence is working?” Ethan asks, and Cruz nods, “Seems that way, yeah.”

There’s a moment of silence, and your eyes scan the area, watching patrol officers lift up police tape for the last few victims being wheeled into ambulances. You get up, ready to check with Will if he’s ready to go back when Cruz kicks at your feet, a cheeky smile on his face.

“So what’s this I hear about you and the younger Halstead being on the outs?” His eyes light up, and you groan, swearing. Ethan laughs, and you shoot him a glare, to which he simply shrugs like as if he’s got nothing to do with this.

You turn back to Cruz, narrowing your eyes at him. “Who told you and what do you know?”

“All I know is that you and Jay were both at Molly’s last night and you didn’t even look at each other.” Cruz pouts, acting all sad. “What happened to my favourite detective-doctor duo, huh? Why the trouble in paradise?”

You roll your eyes. “We’re fine. We just…were hanging out with different groups of people last night.” Shrugging your shoulders, you lean against the nearby table of supplies, trying to look all nonchalant. Ethan raises his eyebrows, “So you’re definitely not pissed about the blonde chick Jay had drinks with 2 nights ago?”

“Okay, fuck you - ” You exclaim, unable to hide your rage at that memory. Which Ethan and Cruz find hilarious, apparently, because they’re throwing their heads back and laughing.

“You guys suck,” You punch Cruz in the arm as you walk away; the two men calling you back while still laughing. You flip your middle finger at them, which elicits an outraged “Hey!” Shaking your head, you chuckle as well.

The Med ED/Firehouse 51/Intelligence circle is a tight one and you love it - love having friends who are more or less in the same line of work, friends you can lean on, friends who don’t get pissed when you have to cancel on them last minute. But the flip side of that is the fact that nothing stays secret. Gossip is most the valuable currency in that social circle, so if Cruz and Ethan know, then it’s not a bad guess to think everyone knows.

“Dude, c’mon. You’re an adult. Just take the damn injection!” Severide’s voice catches your attention, and you turn. He’s standing at the back of an ambulance, with Will and Jay by his side (your heart, again, skips a beat, which only pisses you off because ugh, you’re so bad at being angry at him!). The three of them are crowded around a fairly attractive, topless blonde man sitting in the back of the ambulance, shaking his head vehemently. You start making your way towards them, listening in.

“Hell nah – I’m not letting you stab me with that shit – ” The guy’s eyes are wide, and he’s leaning back from Will.

“It’s just a tetanus shot,” Will explains, exasperated. He points to the guy’s side, where a bandaged piece of gauze has been stuck to his skin. “The rusty stairwell scratched you, so you need to get a tetanus shot.”

“I said, I’m not fucking doing needles!” Hot blond guy yells and Jay runs his hand down his face. “Okay dude seriously, I can’t question you about the fire unless you get treated first, so please just take the damn shot so we can all move on with our lives – ”

“What’s going on?” You interject, hands on your hips. All four men turn, and you’re very careful to not make eye contact with Jay. Will and Kelly both immediately shoot furtive glances at Jay once they see you, so obviously they also know that you and Jay are having an argument. Great!

I mean, it has to have been Jay’s fault, because you didn’t tell anyone…well except for Natalie…who might have told Maggie…who might have told April…who might have told Kelly - shit. Well, it doesn’t matter. The whole thing is only happening because of Jay. Technically the two of you weren’t really dating – it was just a couple of hookups, but then you also started hanging out a lot together, and it got to the point where everyone knew that the two of you were basically kinda sorta an item.

You liked that you guys never had to sit down and talk about what exactly the two of you were – all that meant was that you guys were strong and confident and that you didn’t need to have a discussion about where you stood!

Or at least that’s what it meant to you. Jay apparently thought it meant it was completely okay to go have drinks with an on and off ex from high school, who he’d admitted to you he’d hooked up with on multiple occasions in the past. When you (rightfully!) got pissed at him, he just frowned and said “What’s the problem? We’re not together.”

To which you responded very maturely.

So maturely!

In a very, very responsible way…

Okay, fine, maybe you screamed “FUCK YOU!” at the top of your lungs and left his apartment, slamming his front door loud enough to wake up all the neighbours.

You get that you’re maybe being a little over-dramatic, and maybe it is on you because you just assumed you didn’t have to have that conversation with Jay. But it hurt you immensely how he thought it was okay to go have drinks with an ex (an ex!) without thinking about you at all.

“Blake here tripped on his way down the fire escape and got scraped by a rusty stairwell, but he’s refusing his tetanus shot.” Will explains, snapping you out of your reverie.

You turn to the guy just in time to catch him giving you a very slow once over, smirking.

Okay…

“How come a big strong guy like you is scared of needles, hmm?” You tilt your head, putting on your best flirty voice. It’s just a thing that tends to work with unruly male patients, you’ve learned over the years.

And yeah, maybe it can be a side benefit that Jay’s going to be an audience to you flirting with someone else…serves him right!

“I’m uh, I’m not actually scared of needles. Just didn’t trust that guy – ” He nods towards Will, who throws his hands in the air, “ – to do a good job you know? Take a delicate hand for these things. Speaking of which…you look like you’re pretty good with your hands,” Blake licks his lips, flirting with you blatantly. You have to press your lips against each other to not burst out laughing.

“Dude…” Jay threatens in a deep, dark voice, but stops when you turn around and grab the tetanus shot pack out of Will’s hands. You step towards Blake, who’s looking up at you with lust in his eyes as he shifts for you. Wiping his shoulder down with an alcohol swab, you find a good spot.

“I’m pretty good with my hands too, by the way,” Blake supplies, winking and you nod. “I’ll bet,” You reply, as someone behind you scoffs. From the corner of your eye, you can see Kelly turn away, trying not to laugh.

You’re much closer to Blake than you really need to be, not that he minds – in fact you’re pretty sure he’s having a great time checking you out up close. He curses under his breath when you inject him, but quickly recovers. You rub on the jab site once done, and trash the used pack. “Good to go,” You shoot Blake a smile. “Oh, one more thing!”

You turn, looking at a very frowny, jaws tight, arms-crossed-over-his-chest Jay Halstead. “Let me borrow that,” You reach forward and take his notepad and pen from him, before scribbling down your number on the top most sheet. Ripping it off, you press it against Blake’s chest, winking. Blake’s hands come up to take the piece of paper, grinning, briefly brushing your fingers as you pull away. Jay’s jaw is on the floor when you return his notepad and pen to him, and you can see Will just shake his head at you, amusement all over his face.

“Alright, let’s go!” You say to Will, and the two of you plus Kelly leave Jay behind with Blake.

“Jay’s going to murder that guy, you know right?” Kelly asks, once you’re out out earshot from Jay. “Like, he’s going down for a homicide. You just got an innocent man killed.” You chuckle and Will lets out a low whistle.

“I’m not gonna say he didn’t have that coming, but damn that was harsh.” The older Halstead says, still laughing.

Shrugging your shoulders, you act innocent. “I don’t know what you guys are talking about – I was just making friends!”

Will and Kelly both look at each other before looking back at you.

“Oh, yeah, of course – ”

“Obviously, what else could that have been – ”

You punch them both in the shoulder at their faux-agreement, the three of you laughing. Ethan comes over, saying there’s an ambulance ready to take them back to Med. You and Will say your goodbyes to Kelly, and take your leave.

***

It’s almost midnight when you finally get home. Hip-checking your door close behind you, you start undoing your scarf and carelessly toss it onto your coffee table, before collapsing onto your couch. Your hand roams the crevices of your couch, finding the plastic remote and turning on your TV. Rubbing your eyes while yawning, your TV comes alive to the news of the day. As if on cue, the screen is filled with videos of the building from earlier this morning.

“…while the gas explosion was first assumed to be an accident, it was later proven by CPD Intelligence that it was started by Derrick Henderson, a 35 year-old construction worker from Englewood, who…”

There’s a knock on your door, three loud raps. You blink, confused, and there’s another three. Frowning, you sit up, and you hear: “Y/N, I know you’re in there, c’mon just…just let me in, please,” Jay’s voice is muffled from the other side of your front door, but you know it’s him. Groaning, you get up and make your way over, unlatching your door.

“What do you want.” You intone, seeing him standing there in your threshold. He grabs the door with his hand, like as if he’s afraid you’re gonna shut the door in his face.

“I think I owe you an apology,” Jay starts and you hum, agreeing. “And then I think you owe me an apology,” He finishes, and your mouth falls open.

“What the fuck did I do!” You yell, shoving against his chest. Unfortunately for you, he doesn’t even budge - which is kinda hot, actually, wait, dammit - focus!

Jay’s eyes go wide, like he can’t believe you’re claiming innocence. “Are you kiddi – that whole thing! With – with Blake, the fucking moron, who was basically stripping you with his eyes! That was so unnecessary – ”

“You literally went on a date with your ex and you’re telling ME what’s unnecessary?! You – ”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Your neighbour from down the hall yells, and both you and Jay shut up. “NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOUR PROBLEMS YOU FUCKING MORONS!”

Jay scoffs, and turns to step down your hallway to your neighbour’s apartment when you reach out, grab him by his tee and unceremoniously drag him into your apartment. Slamming the door behind you, you turn to give him a piece of your mind.

“You’re the asshole who told me that we weren’t really together so it didn’t matter if you went out with your ex-girlfriend! So why the fuck is it a problem if I give my number out, huh?!”

Jay throws his hands in the air. “I’m sorry, okay! I didn’t fucking – I wasn’t thinking when I did what I did and I can see know that it probably really hurt you, but I swear I didn’t mean to do it. I didn’t want to hurt you; I just fucked up. But you – you went out of your WAY to piss me off – ”

“ALL I DID WAS GIVE OUT MY NUMBER – ”

“IN FRONT OF ME! TO SOME OTHER GUY! WHEN I – ”

The two of you jump when there’s loud banging on your door. “I’M CALLING THE FUCKING POLICE ON YOU TWO!”

Jay wrenches your door open and you see your pissed off neighbour on the other side. “I’M HER BOYFRIEND AND I’M THE FUCKING POLICE, SO YOU’D JUST BE CALLING ME!” He slams the door shut and turns, running his hands over his face.

“Okay, okay, we gotta stop yelling. Anyway, my point is – what?” Jay asks, as you stand unmoving, mouth slightly open.

When you eventually find your voice, all you can say is - “You’re my boyfriend?”

“That’s what I wanted to tell you – ” Jay smiles, reaching for you but you just step back.

“That you just decided you’re my boyfriend? Because this relationship is an autocracy?” You glare at him, getting angry again. The nerve of this guy!

Not that your heart didn’t practically soar when he called himself your boyfriend, but…

“No, no, we’re very democratic, and we should talk about this more, once we’re done with all the yelling.” Jay announces, and then he smiles. “I’m just saying I love you.”

“See, no, this is exactly the kind of issue with you - you just make decisions and act like you’re right and you can do whatever you want and you can go out with your ex if you want and that’s all supposed to be fine but the moment I – as a joke – hand out my number to some guy to give you a taste of your medicine, I’m the one who crossed a line and – wait, what?” You cut yourself off, confused if you’re hearing things.

“There we go,” Jay laughs, a fond smile etched on his face, as you finally process what he said.

“Did you just…did you just say you love me?” You ask, your voice soft as you step up to him.

“Yeah,” Jay’s grinning now, right in front of you. “I’m sorry it took me a while to realise it, but…I love you.”

You just blink at him for a couple of seconds, eyes starting to tear up. And then you punch him in the chest as hard as you can.

“Ow! What the fuck?!” Jay asks, eyes wide as he frowns, wholly confused.

“You fucking – fuck!” You whisper angrily, not wanting to piss off your neighbour again. “You had to fucking go out on a date with your ex-girlfriend and piss me the fuck off and make me make you jealous before you realised that you love me?!”

“I’ve been hit in the head multiple times…?” Jay shrugs apologetically.

“You’re an idiot.” You say, before cupping the back of his neck with your hand and pulling him down to press your lips together.

You can feel Jay smile through the kiss, bringing his hands up to cradle your face as he deepens the kiss, parting your lips. You’ve kissed each other many times before, in many ways – good morning pecks, in-the-middle-of-sex makeouts, teasing neck kisses – but something about this kiss is entirely new. It’s just…warm, and loving, and delicate and beautiful and just – just perfect.

When you pull apart, the two of you rest your foreheads against each other, smiling like dumb idiots.

“Jay?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you too.”

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Girls - Spencer Reid x Reader

chapter seven of “all bets are off”

your night out with the ladies of the BAU isn't actually too bad

warnings: uhh drinking? this is a pretty sfw chapter but um. trust me when i say i have PLANS for next chapter. if you liked chapter 6 then boy oh boy. also i gay 4 emily <3

The rest of the night was a bit of a blur, you remembered whining to Spencer about the ‘girls night’ that you were being told to attend, you remembered him rubbing your shoulders as you took a bath. But the one thing you remembered in full clarity?

You remembered him leaving.

You had insisted that he could stay. You told him it was late. It had already happened once, what was the big deal? But he said that he should get home, said you should just get some sleep and that he’d see you Monday. You remembered feeling upset for seemingly no reason as you fell asleep.

When you woke up and checked your phone you saw 3 more messages from Garcia.

‘Do you think ignoring my texts in gonna work?’

‘I’ll have Emily drag you out of your apartment if it comes to that’

You typed out your reply, yawning. ‘Garcia, my love, you know I adore you, but tonight is really not gonna work for me.’

She replied instantly. You sighed. The quick responses were not a good sign. Once Garcia had her heart set on something it became almost impossible to say no.

‘Make it work :( pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee?’

After half an hour of back and forth you sent the text of defeat. ‘Okay. Okay. Fine. I’ll see you guys there.’

‘YES!! I knew you’d come around!’

‘Also, I know I said girls night, but JJ and I decided to invite Spencer’

‘He’s seemed a little off lately and I don’t think he gets out much sooooo’

‘Plus he’s essentially one of the girls!’

Your head was already spinning. Could the situation get any worse? You couldn’t back out now, that would be ultra suspicious. But why would Spencer agree to come if he knew you’d be there? Well, you assumed there were two options. Either he wanted to torment you, which wouldn’t have surprised you, or he had also fallen victim to the curse of Garcia’s persistence. Oh well. At this point, you had resigned yourself to the fact that you were probably the most unlucky person in the universe.

When eventually for out of bed and looked in the mirror you nearly scared yourself. Deep purple bruises were scattered over your neck and collar bone. Spencer had been right, makeup wouldn’t be able to fully cover the damage he had done. You opted to worry about it later, hopping into the shower.

The rest of your day until the evening was normal. Relaxed. Mostly filled with you mentally preparing yourself for what was sure to be an interesting night.

When the time came around to address the issue at hand you did your best. Green concealer covered with foundation and even more concealer. The works. It didn’t cover it completely, but you were just praying that the low light at the bar would do the rest of the work for you. You debated texting Spencer before you saw him again but you weren’t sure what you’d say, so you grabbed your keys and drove to the bar.

When you got there JJ and Garcia were waiting outside.

“There she is!! The girl who made me beg.” Garcia hugged you tightly.

You laughed. “Your persuasive powers never cease to amaze me.”

“Well, threes a crowd, we should head in. The other two can meet us inside.” JJ smiled. You agreed, following her into the building.

“So,” you said casually as you all ordered drinks, “who’s idea was it to invite the doctor?”

Garcia looked at JJ, who rolled her eyes. “It was just a suggestion. Garcia jumped on it.”

You nodded. You had kept your drink order pretty mild, not wanting to get shitfaced with your coworkers while the guy you had fucked the previous night was with you. Your friends didn’t share the sentiment, buying a few rounds of shots. A few minutes later Emily arrived and you soon found yourself out on the dance floor with her, giggling. “Have I ever told you how fucking gorgeous you are?” You asked her over the music. She laughed.

The night was going swimmingly. You were just the right amount of tipsy, the girls were always fun to hang out with. You had almost forgotten about Spencer. Almost.

“So, y/n, have you had any action lately?” Garcia asked you, wiggling her brows.

“Why are you asking me?” You questioned, eyes wide.

“We saw your pictures on Instagram with that guy!” JJ teased. You flushed.

“He’s just a friend!” You insisted. The girls didn’t look like they’d bought it.

“Here, I’m gonna go get another drink.” You rolled your eyes, chuckling. “You guys can keep placing your bets about my sex life.”

You wandered away towards the bar, deciding to order something a bit stronger. “Wow,” you heard a voice say from behind you. “Not skimping out on the drinks, huh?”

You turned around, eyebrows raised. “For your information, I’ve been pacing myself quite well all night. But thank you for your concern, Spencer.” He smiled at you. Fuck, maybe it was the drinks, but he looked good. “You’re late. Busy night?” You prodded.

He shook his head. “I wanted to give you girls time to party before I came and ruined the night.” He joked.

“You’re not planning on pulling anything tonight, are you?” You questioned him.

“I’ve already ruined enough of your weekend, don’t you think?” He exhaled. “But you do look good. I guess you should just hope you learned your lesson last night. Don’t try anything that’ll get you in trouble.”

“SPENCER!” JJ was running up to you both, the other two woman trailing behind. “You made it!” She hugged him and you turned back towards the bar, grabbing your drink.

“We must’ve missed you coming in!” Emily smiled.

Spencer fidgeted with his hands. Did he look almost... nervous? “I’m still not quite sure why you invited me, but thanks.”

“We invited you because you need to party more! Live a little, handsome.” Garcia explained.

Everyone ordered more drinks, and as sobriety abandoned your bodies, conversations began to become more lively.

“So, y/n, if you want us to believe that the fine gentleman that you took those pictures with is just a friend, then would you like to explain the hickeys on your neck?” JJ whisper-yelled to you, poking your neck a bit.

“You can see those?” You gasped.

“Makeup can’t cover everything!” Garcia chimed in.

You locked eyes with Spencer, who just observed as your friends pushed your hair behind your shoulders to better examine you.

“Damn, girl, those are dark. He must’ve been an animal.” Emily shoved you gently.

“Who said it was a he?” You teased.

Emily raised a brow. “Hey, I don’t judge.” She smiled knowingly.

“But, if you guys are really curious..” you locked eyes with Spencer. “I guess I’d say it was a good night.”

“Tell us more!” Garcia begged. “I wanna live vicariously through you, you sexy little minx.”

You looked over at Spencer again. “Oh don’t mind him!” JJ grinned. “He’s one of the girls, remember?”

“I can leave if you’re uncomfortable,” Spencer added. You glared at him.

One of the girls, huh?

“Well, I don’t really know what to say besides I was in a decent amount of pain when I woke up this morning. Honestly my thighs still hurt as we speak.” You swore you saw Spencer smirk. What? Was he proud or something? Better take him down a notch. “Not the best I’ve ever had though. Just because it lasted awhile doesn’t mean it was good.”He narrowed his eyes at you and you refused to meet his gaze.

“Aw, that’s disappointing.” Garcia pouted.

“There was one kinda interesting thing, though.” You hesitated. Were you ready to play this game again?

“Spill!”

You gulped down the drink in your hand. “The guy, was uh, really into being called daddy.” You made sure to say the last part dramatically.

You could see the interest in everyone’s eyes peak. “Oh wow, I’ve never done that type of stuff before. Was it hot?” JJ questioned curiously.

“I’ve never seen you as the type of girl to go around calling guys daddy,” Emily added.

“Lots of people are into things you wouldn’t expect. According to some studies, around 57% of women enjoy rougher or more degrading sex.” Spencer piped up. Everyone turned to him.

“This guy really does know everything.” Emily laughed.

As the night progressed people continued to drink. You and Spencer kept throwing glances towards each other. At some point he even found his way next to you, a hand casually brushing up against your thighs. You flirted a bit, perhaps getting a few free drinks from some men at the bar, but nothing too crazy. You felt a certain someone's eyes boring into the back of your skill throughout it all, though, and you'd be lying if you said you hadn't oversold it a bit to piss him off. It wasn't your fault that he was so easy to mess with.

Emily pulled you aside, yelling over the music. “Do you think JJ has a thing for Spencer?” She asked you.

“Huh? No. No, I don’t think so. She’s just drunk.” You laughed uncomfortably. Not that it mattered to you if JJ was into Spencer. But, she wasn’t. For sure.

You glanced over at the pair, Spencer was laughing about something she said and she was practically in his lap. You caught yourself pouting and shook your head, snapping out of it. “They’d be cute together,” Emily commented. You just nodded in response.

After awhile Spencer and JJ approached you. He was holding her up, supporting her. Your head reminded you of him doing the same to you last night. But that was different. You had gotten to fuck him. He was just being nice to a drunk coworker. It was different.

“I think I’m gonna take her home,” Spencer explained. “She’s pretty, uh,” He motioned to her with his free hand.

“I’m fine.” JJ insisted. “I’m perfectly okay!”

You laughed. She was smacked, but so was Garcia, who approached the group as well. “We should do this way more often!” She exclaimed. “Oh, y/n, come dance with me!” And then you were being dragged out to the dance floor.

When you made your way back to Emily you looked around. “Where did they go?”

“Didn’t you hear Spencer? He took JJ home. Probably for the best, the girl could barely stand. I love her. She knows how to party.”

You felt a tinge of disappointment. Nothing had happened between you and Spencer, which was good, you reminded yourself. It was a good thing.

After the rest of you sobered up by the early morning you drove home, saying your goodbyes.

You waltzed back into your empty apartment, wondering what Spencer was doing. Was he asleep? Yeah. Probably. You decided you should be too.

Tomorrow morning at work would be interesting for more than one reason, and you were gonna be hungover as hell. Your eyes closed, head still spinning. You pushed down your disappointment and groaned. The last thing you wanted to do was waste another night thinking about Spencer. Yes, the sex had been good, but it was unprofessional and incredibly unsustainable. You had to let it go.

God, since when had your personal life gotten so interesting?

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I think you. should ask Janus to "slither" over to your house! But also give him options! Like, "would you like to join me for dinner at my house? Or do you prefer to just go on a walk? How about we go to a fancy restaurant~ My treat~. Or maybe just enjoy each other's company at a park? You don't have to of course!"

(Words: 2095)

Logan: "Ah yes wonderful tactics stranger! This will surely be useless in my upcoming attempt!"

It was nearing the end of the day. Janus was closing up. Meanwhile Logan was trying to calm his nerves by reminding himself that he was objectivly very cool. He had on one of his best sweaters to look extra good (it had the tardis on it!).

"Alright. Looks like we can go home and have an existential crisis about the passage of time" Janus said motioning towards the exit.

Logan took a deep breathe before grabbing onto the sleeve of his crush' shirt "Please wait just a moment. How long have we known each other?"

"I guess since I started working here...so around 6 months? Please don't tell me you’re quitting! Work would just become soooo much more enjoyable"

"I was actually wondering if you mayhaps would like to accompany me on a so called 'hang out' during our leisure time...Today...Or some other day! If you want to! You don't have t-"

"No! No I would hate to!- Love! I mean I would love to!" Janus couldn't stop himself from grinning.

Logan flapped his hands in happiness "Good! So would you maybe like to go to the park nearby or-"

"No! Yes! Yes!"

"Great!"

Logan walked out of the library and held the door open for Janus. After quickly locking they walked towards the park. It was a simple small one. Just some trees, lots of grass, lots of people smoking grass, a pond, angry ducks, even angrier swans and exactly 1 ice cream shop.

All Logan wanted to do was take his crush' hand. It would be hard to do even if he tried to because Janus was constantly fiddling with his gloves. He was barely even looking at where he was walking.

"....I'm sorry for the weird way I talk sometimes" Janus quietly confessed "With the backwards talk. I kind of lie when I get nervous? I think?"

"Oh I know" Logan replied.

"You kNOw?" Janus' voice went up a tone.

"It is very noticeable but it is also quite charming if I may say so myself" It took a moment before he carefully added "Besides I have read that compulsive lying and also vitiligo can come from great stress or bad...events so even if I did not find it charming I wouldn't hold it against you either"

A small smile played on the edges of Janus' lips "Thanks"

"No need"

He took an impressively deep breathe before he stopped in the middle of the road and dramatically grabbed onto both of Logan's shoulders to stop him. He stood on his toes to make himself taller and stared into his love's eyes.

"I do not think you are also charming at all!!!" Janus very loudly announced.

Logan let up into a chuckle. He forced himself to keep eye contact "Well thank you"

Janus let go of him and kept walking very very quickly to try and distract from his red cheeks and heavy breathing. That was flirting right??? He had flirted??? He had done it??? He'd flirted??? The little voice in his head that he was starting to think was his self confidence trying to break through to him would be so proud!!!

“So would you perhaps like an ice cream in these trying times?” Logan asked. He was walking with his hands clasped behind his back.

“Oh right I would definitely love something high calorie that would just make me even more gross”

“Somehow your thick layer of sarcasm was the part of that sentence with the least falsehood in it. We can share one? Or if you get uncomfortable eating desserts in front of other people we don’t have-”

“SNAKE!” Janus interrupted him. 

He ran out into the grass of the park and hunched down to gently pick up a slippery snake. It was small enough to keep in one hand. He was repeatedly hitting his other arm against his leg and putting his fingers in uncomfortable positions.

Logan happily sat down next to him. Janus ungraciously shoved the snake right up near his face.

“It’s a baby northern watersnake! It’s not venomous I promise. It hunts fishes in the water. Isn’t that cool? It’s also one of the few species that doesn’t lay eggs! It can even put out musk to protect itself!! It’s so-”

He realized how much he was ranting and immediately forced himself to stop. He stopped his arm as well. He was so annoying.

“I apologize. Sometimes I just run my mouth and I do these stupid motions”

Logan boped his nose “The only stupid thing about that is you assuming I wouldn’t want to hear you rant. Or see you....stim...? I literally flapped my hands 5 minutes ago. I do not judge”

Janus shrugged at the stim question “My mother did always say that my father has adhd but that was in an insulting way. When I have done research on adhd I relate to a lot of it but it’s not like I have a diagnosis or anything”

“Bitchass mother” Logan mumbled under his breathe “I do not have diagnosed autism either but I do still now I have it.....Besides....Not to brag but I have both a deegre in both psychology and medicine so I can basically diagnose myself anyway”

Jan was already too overwhlemed to ask how the hell he had had the time for 2 bachelors deegre only to end up at a library.

“Anyhow we don’t have to talk about psychology...now...............maybe one day though” Logan did a little robotic evil laugh “For now maybe you can infodump about that snake, then we can get a shared ice cream and then I can infodump about glorious star trek. How’s that for a plan?”

His crush took a deep breathe before nodding. He stood up and cupped the snake in his hands. “You want to go to the pond don’t you little guy? Want to hunt and murder a few fishes don’t you?”

He turned to Logan and shuly said a few more facts while they went to the pond. He patted the snake on it’s head before carefully setting it down among the plants at the water’s edge.

The friends sat in silence for a few minutes, watching the snake as it looked for prey. (Though Logan spent most of the time adoring Janus’).

When the snake caught a small fish and swallowed it whole Janus broke out in happy flaps. He let out a happy squeal while pointing at it. Logan nodded back at him. He mimicked his flapping. 

He’d never seen Janus’ smile that brightly. Logan took his hand. Intertwining their fingers. They stimmed together until Lo pulled in his hand making his crush stumble into him. 

Jan sat with his head leaned against his chest. He looked up at Logan with blushing red cheeks. He forced himself to move back even if he didn’t want to.

“Sorry”

“No need” The nerd assured.

He stood up and held out his hand to help Janus up. They didn’t let go of each other’s hands as they walked towards the ice cream shop.

“To piss off homophobes” Janus lied up the explanation while motioning for their hand holding.

“Of course”

They ordered a scoop of lemon ice cream and sat down by the tables outside. Janus had taken off his gloves.  Their hands laid on top of each other. 

“Do you also have that experience where” Logan stopped to take a bite of ice cream “You categorize your life into what you were hyperfixated on at the time? For example I remember that when I met Patty I was into Doctor Who and right before then I was enjoying Sherlock Holmes”

Janus shrugged. He didn’t want to say that he had a hard time even remembering most of his life clearly “I can see the Doctor influence” He nodded towards his tardis sweater.

Logan’s eyes lit up “Oh have you seen it??? The ninth and fifth doctors are my favorite! Though as a bi man I can not ignore David Tennants’ everything”

“I have seen exactly 0″ 

“Well that is not a problem that can not be fixed! When I met Patty she hadn’t either- maybe because we were 12- but I show-”

Janus choked on his ice cream “12? Oh wow. For some reason I had assumed you were older”

“Oh no. She moved towns and started in my class. It was almost love at first sight. I stole flowers from my neighbor and invited her to see the movie everyone in town was talking about....Kung fu panda”

He broke out into a laugh.

“Don’t laugh at me Janny! It was an incredibly tactical decision. You see I knew she liked animals and the kung fu panda is a panda”

Janus doubled over the table while continuing to laugh “Me throwing popcorn at myself during my first hangout almost seems cool in conparison”

“Popcorn is usually hot. Not cooled down” Logan corrected. “Though to be honest the start of our relationship was sort of what you can call a ‘mess’ since as you already know both of us were foolish enough to think Patty was a guy. So suddenly I had to come to terms with liking guys. Until she told me she was a girl. So then I was straight. Until I met Thomas but that is a whole different story. It was like some people say a rollercoaster”

“Am I rude for finding that funny?”

“Yes incredibly and frankly you should be dragged to the guillotines right now”

Janus leaned closer to him with a sly smile on his face “Aw ~darling~ I didn’t know you could be sassy”

Logan did his best to hide how the nearly choked on his own spit “Yes I can indeed be if I want to. Just like how I have been able to have adequate facial expressions and voice tones and also eye contact during our whole hangout. Normally I only have a lot of expressions and tones if I am talking about hyperfixations or my wife”

“You don’t have to do that around me”

“Really? It does take a lot of energy to try and appear ‘normal’ but I was afraid of coming across as rude”

“Darling I find you lovely either way” Janus was going to pour up the biggest glass of fucking wine when he got home. He was a flirting machine!

“Oh okay” Logan relaxed his shoulders and started looking at a point right next to his shoulder instead of at his eyes. “Want to hear about Star trek the next generation? It’s the one with Data in it”

Janus squeezed his hand “I definitely have a very good idea about who that person is. Yes please tell me”

Logan went on a very very long infodump which Janus happily listened to (and did his best to reply to even though he didn’t know much). He was sure he would never get tired of hearing him talk. The ice cream nearly melted because they were both too busy with what he had to say.

“-And that is why the poetry actually have significance” Logan concluded after nearly half an hour.

“Well that sure sounds like an interesting series”

“I can show you it? Soon? I have it all on dvd”

“It’s a date- I uh I mean like planned thing not like romantic I mean-” Janus babbled out.

“I am aware of what you meant” He checked his watch “It is probably a good time for me to depart. It’s my turn on laundry today. I will get to categorize socks!”

“Wow. Sounds like a party”

Logan excitedly nodded. He stood up. Janus did as well. They looked down at their still connected hands. Jan was about to let go and simply leave but to his surprise Logan pulled him into a hug.

He leaned down and moved his arms around Janus’ waist. In return Jan quickly stood up on his toes and buried his head into his love’s shoulder. He breathed in his scent. Coffee and strawberry jam. He closed his eyes, taking in the moment.

“Janus, You are so special to me” Logan murmured while holding onto him as hard as he could.

“I- I love- I love being around you” He whispered back. Too afraid to say the truth.

Logan tried to memorise the way it felt to have him this close before letting go and taking a step back “Well I will see you tomorrow then”

“Can’t wait!”

[baronessblixen]

Two prompts tonight! This is my entry for the awkward first date challenge by @starwalker42​. Set in late season 5, after “The Unnatural”. Fluff/hurt/comfort/humor?

Tagging @today-in-fic​ and @xffictober​

Fictober Day 22

More Than Okay

He should have bought her flowers. That’s his first thought as he knocks on Scully’s front door at 7 pm sharp. He’s made sure to be on time, sitting in his car for an additional five minutes. Standing here, feeling like a child who is anxious to see if their best friend will come out to play, he realizes how ridiculous the whole situation is.

It started as a joke. Or half a joke, really. Last Monday, Scully’s mom called her at the office. That alone is noteworthy as Mrs. Scully usually refrains from doing so. He tried not to eavesdrop, but it was impossible. He pretended to work while stealing glances at Scully, wrapping the phone cord around her finger, her face beet-red.

“No, mom, I don’t need you to make dates for me,” she’d said through gritted teeth. “Can we please discuss this Friday night? I’m at work.” Oh, how he’d wished he could have heard Mrs. Scully reply to that. A moment later, though, Scully sighed in relief and hung up the phone.

“Mom trouble?” He’d asked with a soft smile.

“You could say that.”

“You know,” he’d said, chewing on his pen, “how about we go on a date Friday night? You could call your mom and say you’re busy after all.”

“Are you serious?”

He had been. At that moment he had been dead serious. He had been thinking about their baseball quasi date and how he couldn’t wait to repeat that.

“Yes. I know the perfect place. I’ll pick you up at 7?”

“Well… okay.”  

And that’s how he finds himself here, heart pounding, his flowerless hands sweaty, ready to take Scully on their first date.

“Mulder, hi.” Scully opens the door and the synapses in his brain collapse. She’s wearing a black strappy dress that hugs all the curves he knows are there (he’s felt them) but hardly ever sees.

A “wow” slips from his mouth unasked and Scully throws him a shy smile over her shoulder. Staring at her, and he can’t stop taking her in, taking mental pictures for himself, he feels utterly overwhelmed. And so very underdressed. He’s wearing black jeans and a blue dress shirt.

“You look good too,” she says anyway, picking up her purse. “Ready to go?”

“S-sure.” He puts his hand on the small of her back, simply out of habit. Heat shoots through his whole body as his fingers meet the next to nothing fabric. He feels her muscles with every step they take.

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a- a surprise. You’ll like it.”

Or at least he hopes she will.

*

“I’m sorry, Mr.-“

“Mulder,” he says, keeping his voice down. “I had a reservation for 7 pm. Fox Mulder.” He flashes his badge, hoping that it will impress the hostess. It doesn’t.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Mulder, but there is no reservation under that name. You could wait at the bar and you will get the next free table.”

“Let’s do that,” Scully says, tugging at his sleeve. “We’ll wait.”

“I’m sorry, Scully,” he says when they sit down.

“It’s not your fault.” She reaches for the small nut bowl, shoving a few into her mouth.

“You’re hungry.”

“A bit,” she admits. She touches his arm and squeezes. “I can wait. So how about you tell me what-“

“Fox,” a voice screeches near them. “Fox Mulder?” They both turn towards the woman, a tall brunette and with eyebrows shot so high they almost reach her hairline. She’s clinging to the arm of a man who clearly has a reservation here. One that didn’t get lost. She stalks over to them, obviously knowing him.

“It is you,” she says. There’s no warmth in her voice. No friendliness at all. He tries to place her – her face looks vaguely familiar – but nothing comes to mind.

“Hello,” he says with a shaky smile. Her own smile falls when she notices Scully next to him.

“Oh, I see,” she says. “You never call me back but you go out with- with someone like her?” He glances at Scully, who clears her throat, and licks her lip. He can’t tell whether she’s amused or pissed. Maybe she’s both.

“I don’t – aren’t you on a date yourself?”

“Oh, you mean David? Well.” She winks at him before she remembers that she hates him apparently. She ignores Mulder and turns to Scully. “He used to ask me out for dates, you know. Before you.” Mulder is still watching Scully and now he knows she’s amused. She’s biting her bottom lip. Hard. “Good luck with him. Bye, Fox.” She quickly turns on her heels and joins the other man who throws him dirty looks.

“Scully, I am so sorry, I – are you laughing?”

She is. She’s trying to stifle it but there’s no denying it. She’s laughing, tears rolling down her face.

“I’m glad you find this amusing,” Mulder mumbles, taking a peanut and crushing it between his fingers. “I don’t even know who she is.”

“Well, she obviously knows who you are. I’m sorry, Mulder. I just didn’t expect – she was so angry.”

“I wasn’t dating her,” he says. “I really have no idea who she is. It must have been…” he thinks back, tries to remember the last time he even tried dating. Right after they lost the X-Files for the first time. He’s flirted a bit here and there, missing Scully and not admitting it to himself.

“You’re free to date whoever you want, Mulder.” She is no longer laughing. Her voice is soft and serious. So are her eyes.

“I don’t want to date,” he says firmly. Anyone but you, he adds in his head.

“She’s still staring at us.”

“Is she?” He doesn’t want to check.

“Mulder, I know you had plans tonight but… how about we go somewhere else?”

“You’re really that hungry?” He stares at the small bowl next to her. It’s almost empty. “Let’s go.”

As it turns out, the whole city is on a date tonight. They can’t find a table anywhere. Meanwhile, Scully’s stomach is protesting loudly to the lack of food.

“I have an idea,” Scully says. She’s shivering. She obviously hadn’t planned on spending their date running from one restaurant to another. “Let’s just pick something up and go to my place.”

He nods. “How does Mexican sound to you?”

She sighs. “It sounds wonderful.”

They each carry a bag of food when they arrive at Scully’s. She moans when she takes off her shoes and his cock has definitely heard it. It twitches in his pants and he wishes he’d worn something with more wiggle room.

“I’ll get plates,” she says and hands him her bag.

Five minutes later, they’re eating. Or Scully is. Because Mulder can’t stop watching the way she’s shoveling food into her mouth.

“Wow,” he says for the second time tonight.

“I’m hungry,” she says, coloring slightly, her mouth full. “I haven’t eaten all day.”

“Nervous because of our date?” He jokes though he’s only half kidding. He’s been on edge all day.

“Maybe,” she admits, not looking at him.  

“Scully, I don’t know if I should tell you this but…,” she looks up at him, her cheeks looking like a chipmunk’s. “You eating all that food is… hot at hell.” He’s glad she can’t answer right away.

“You’ve seen me eat before.”

“Not like this,” he says with a soft chuckle, still watching her in amazement.

“Why did you ask me out, Mulder?” She asks, changing the subject. She takes a napkin and wipes her mouth.

“Because of that phone call with your mom,” he says. It’s half the truth.

“I thought so,” she says and does he imagine it, or does she sound sad? She picks up her fork again and just as she’s about to bring it to her mouth, he stops her.

“Not just because of it,” he says, his heart pounding in his chest. “I wanted to take you out on a date. I’m sorry it didn’t happen. This was probably the worst first date ever, huh?” He gives her a lopsided smile.

“Mulder,” she says with a sigh, putting down the fork. “This wasn’t out first date.”

“What?”

She chuckles and takes his hand into hers. “We’ve been on so many dates. And what about when we played baseball last week?”

“That counts?” She nods. “Good. Cause then I take it back. We had the best first date ever.”

“Not quite,” she says, biting her lip. It’s driving him crazy.

“No?”

“A great first date usually ends with a kiss.”

“How about…,” he trails off, moving closer to her, “we make up for that.”

When their lips meet somewhere in the middle, his minds grows quiet. There’s nothing but Scully’s lips against him, nothing but the taste of her, captivating all his senses. She opens her mouth to him, inviting him in. She tastes spicy, her tongue burning his. He deepens the kiss and Scully’s fingers tangle in his hair. A sharp pain shoots through him and he’s so busy with kissing Scully that it takes him a moment to locate it.

“Ouch,” he grumbles against her mouth.

“What happened?”

“Your wrist,” he says, trying not to move his head, “your bracelet… it’s stuck in my hair.”

“Oh! Hold still, Mulder.” He’s lucky that Scully is a doctor. She knows what she’s doing. But when nothing happens, when the metal continues to hold his hair hostage, she starts yanking it impatiently. He winces.

“Sorry,” she says quickly. “It’s just stuck.” She looks at him and he almost forgets about the pain. He just wants to kiss her again. Do more than just kiss her.

“I’ll count to three and then you just… rip it out. Don’t care about my hair. I need a haircut anyway. One, two-“ He doesn’t get to three. Scully pulls her hand back with such force that he thinks he’s going to pass out.

“Tada,” she says proudly, showing him her wrist where her bracelet is full of his hair.

“I said on three, Scully,” he pouts, rubbing his head.

“I couldn’t wait.”

“You’re impatient today.”

“I told you I was hungry.” And then she’s on him again, straddling his hips and devouring his mouth. His hands roam her body and as much as he’s admired her dress, now he wants to see her out of it.

“Scully,” he asks, breathless against her mouth. “Is this- are we-“

“Are we what?” she asks, stealing another kiss from him, her hips gently gyrating against him. His cock is wide awake by now and she must feel it.

“Is this leading… into the bedroom?”

“You really haven’t been on a date in a while, have you?” She asks, smiling at him.

“You’re not like any other woman I’ve ever dated, Scully.” Her eyes grow soft and she kisses him again. Then she gets up and stands before him, reaching for his hand.

“Come on,” she says and he follows her into the bedroom. He tears at her dress and she giggles. She helps him take it off and Mulder stares at her nude body.

“Where is your underwear?”

“In the laundry,” she says and starts unbuttoning his shirt. He’s too stunned to help her, to utter even a single word.

“I love this shirt, Mulder.”

“Hm, I’m glad,” he says, only half listening. His hands have started on a new journey, getting acquainted with her body in this new, wonderous way.

They end up on the bed, both naked and he doesn’t know where to look first, where to touch, where to taste. He wants to be everywhere at once. He spends some time on her breasts, cupping them, testing their weight in his hands. He kisses them, nuzzles them, before he takes a nipple in his mouth, making her squirm and moan. He gently bites her, getting lost in the moment, and so does Scully because her knee shoots up and hits him right in the groin.

“Oof.” He rolls off of her, touching his penis that’s throbbing for less pleasant reasons now.

“Oh my God, Mulder,” she says sitting up and moving his hands away from his groin. This should be a joyous moment, Scully touching his penis. But his poor cock just hangs there at half-mast, unable to greet her properly. She pets it lovingly, stroking it gently.

“Sorry,” she whispers, kissing his cheek.

“It’s okay.” He takes a few deep breaths and just when he thinks he has a grip on everything again, Scully’s mouth is on his penis, licking him. She takes him in deeper, starts sucking him harder, and then he hears it.

“Scully,” he asks, panting. “Did you just fa-“ before he can finish his question, his penis slips out of her mouth and she slithers up his body, pressing wet kisses everywhere she passes until she reaches his mouth.

“I got too excited,” she says before she starts kissing him in earnest again, “and yes, I did fart. These things happen.” Their bodies rub against each other enticingly and his own excitement grows by the second. Just when he’s about to roll her over, she stops kissing him. Her eyes grow wide in surprise and she scrambles off him quickly, elbowing him in the stomach in the process.

“Scully?” he asks, watching her stumble in the bathroom. A moment later he hears her throw up violently. He quickly gets up, doesn’t even think about putting on clothes, and joins her.

“Oh honey,” he says, kneeling down next to her where she’s hugging the toilet.

“I’m sorry, Mulder,” she says. “I don’t know what happened. Don’t laugh but I thought… I thought I was feeling queasy was because we were finally doing this.”

“No need to apologize.” He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “Are you feeling better now?” Her answer is to be sick again. He strokes her back gently, whispering nonsense to her. When she’s done for the moment, he wets a washcloth and wipes her mouth with it. There are goosebumps all over her body. He gets up to get her robe and helps her into it.

“This is not how I wanted our night to end,” she says.

“Neither did I,” he admits with a smile. “But I’m glad I’m here.”

“So am I.”

“Think you can get up? Or would you rather stay here?”

“I think I can get up.” He holds her and watches as she quickly brushes her teeth. They make their way back to her bed. “Did you just call me honey, Mulder?”

“Maybe,” he says, drawing the word out. “I’ll make you some tea and get you some Pepto, okay?” She nods, disappearing under her blanket, the term of endearment forgotten for the moment.

When he returns a couple of minutes later with a cup of tea, a glass of water and Pepto-Bismol, Scully chuckles.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, helping her sit up.

“You’re still naked.”

“Oh.” He looks down at himself. “I was preoccupied. How are you feeling?”

“Still queasy. Remind me to never eat Mexican food again.”

“I will,” he replies softly. “Do you want me to…”

“Stay here? Yes, I’d love that.” That wasn’t what he was going to ask but he smiles at her, happy that he gets to stay.

“Do you think we should try this again?” He asks her after a moment.

“Having sex? I sure hope so.”

He kisses her knuckles. “I meant going on a date.”

She sighs, closing her eyes. “Maybe we can try again in a couple of years. I just want to be with you, Mulder. We don’t need to go on dates. Okay?”

He nods. It’s more than okay with him.  

[rae-arts777]

Makoto X Abby

@ray564 @miss-morgue-ndorffer

Abby asked him out first, Makoto thought she was joking and laughed. Abby beat him up.

Their first date was pretty awkward. They were both shy and nervous, so it was a lot of “so...how’s the food..?” “Good..” “cool..” Cythina and Laurent also stalked them and were dying of cringe.

Abby wasted no time, all his clothes became her clothes the moment he agreed to date her.

When Makoto is gone, Abby will spend the day wearing his clothes of course, and hugging the pillow he uses until he comes back.

Makoto tried to be supportive of her rock climbing adventures, but heights freak him out too much. Abby is happy he tried, they stick to hiking for outdoor activities.

They still send pictures of flipping each other off. Sometimes Makoto catches her off guard and will send a picture of half a heart asking her to finish it. Sometimes he receives another half, or just another flip off and a very flustered Abby.

Abby is very independent, so it took getting use to relying on someone else when her and Makoto got serious.

Makoto wanted them to move in together but Abby wasn’t ready, she was scared. She freaked out and disappeared for a week. When she came back, Makoto was both worried and upset. They sat down and had a very long conversation about their relationship.

Abby hates having serious talks, about their relationship and each other. Makoto does get fustrated but he always tries to understand where she’s coming from.

They did go on a break for a few months, mainly because Abby was scared and didn’t know if was ready for what Makoto wanted. In those few months they still stayed close friends. Finally Abby realized that she couldn’t run anymore. She ran back to him, and Makoto was waiting with open arms

When they first move in together, the bed was too small. Abby kicks and moves in her sleep a lot. Makoto is a blanket hogger. Sometimes they end up bickering cause Abby either kicked or punched him awake, or Makoto is stealing all the blankets.

At first Abby hated cuddling, she wasn’t use to someone holding her in such a manner. However, the way Makoto held her was nice. She’ll never say it to his face, but she loves him cuddling her. Sometimes she’s the big spoon, but she loves to be the little spoon.

Abby loves to lay on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. She loves it when he plays with her hair. She gets flustered when he starts covering her in pecks. She hates and loves how Makoto makes her feel so vulnerable.

The first time “I love you” was used was in passing. Abby said it first and completed frozen up. “I’m leaving to work” “ok love you. !!!” They both just stared at each other super red. Makoto finally was able to mustard up the courage to go “I love you too!” And darted out red. Abby screamed into her hands and was stomping super flustered.

Abby let her hair grown long a bit. She asked him if he preferred her with long hair. He told her he loves her hair no matter how length it was. So she cut it short again.

Abby does worry that Makoto wants her more feminine. Sometimes she’ll try, being more “girly”. Makoto knows went she starts acting like that, that something in wrong. He reminds her he fell in love with her the way she is, and that she doesn’t have to change herself for him.

Makoto sometimes needs Abby to remind him to not let people walk all over him. She’s always there to give him support to stand up for himself or she’ll just threaten whoever is trying to use her man.

Abby is the more jealous one. She hates watching girls flirting or throwing themselves at Makoto. She’ll cling to his side throwing a death girl at the girl, or start kissing him to get people to back off.

Abby can pick him up easily. But Makoto loves to pick her up bridal style or carry her on his back.

If Makoto isn’t giving her enough attention, Abby will jump on his back and cling to him until he gives her attention.

Makoto taught her how to cook. She loves cooking now. She always stares when he eats to make sure he likes it.

Makoto likes to come up behind her and hug her from behind. He just like to hold her. “What do you want?” “Nothing, just keep doing what you’re doing”

Abby usually doesn’t prefer being lovely dovy in public. It’s embarrassing to her. But behind close doors, she’s extremely loving.

They play fight a lot. Either wrestling or tickling. Makoto tries to catch her off guard and kiss her. Abby is smart, she’ll let him think he has the upper hand, and then pin him down laughing.

Abby walked in on him trying on one of her skirts. He freaked out and thought she was going to dump him. “Hang on I have a nice top to go with that” and she ended up doing his makeup as well.

When they go out, sometimes Abby prefers to wear a suit then a dress. Makoto loves anything she wears, everytime he sees her dressed up all he can do is go “wow”

It’s no surprise that both of them are hot heads and both have some trust issues. It does take long for fights to turn into screaming matches. One of them always ends up storming out. And one of them always ends up crying.

If Makoto stormed out he walks around the block until he’s calmed down. He will text her before he comes back if she’s ready to talk or not.

If Abby stormed out, she ends up walking around to clear her head too. Or she’ll hit some or kick to get her anger out. When she’s ready to come back, she’ll slowly come back inside and see how Makoto is doing. Depending on his facial expression, she can tell if he’s ready to talk. If he’s not when she comes back, the two will just ignore each other until Makoto is ready to talk.

Talks after fights take a long time. Sometimes they sit in silence for an hour, staring the floor, or their hands. Finally someone will speak up, and they will have their talk and then apolgize. Sometimes no words need to be spoken. They just lay in each other’s arms until they fall asleep.

Makoto sometimes comes home late. Abby will be sleeping on the couch or head on the table cause she was waiting for for him. He’ll carry her to bed and then get ready for bed himself.

When Abby comes home late, Makoto is already in bed. She’ll get ready for bed and crawl into his arms, exhausted after a long day.

Abby works in the coffee shop when she can. She’s also currently working on getting a degree at a community college.

Makoto has a drink in his shop named “desert flower”, also a nickname he callls Abby. Abby finds it super embarrassing.

Lazy days, like rainy, or super cold days, Abby will cling to him whining, begging him not to go into work and stay in. Sometimes Makoto gives in.

Abby gets cold easily, so she depends on Makoto’s body heat to warm her up. Of course during the summer that’s a problem, Makoto whining that it’s too hot to cuddle, Abby not caring and clinging to him saying she cold.

They ended up moving to a bigger apartment since the other one was becoming to small for their liking. It was big thing since they bought it together.

Makoto got her a love message box. If he’s at work and she stayed home, sometimes she’ll wait for hours for him to send her a message with it.

They both love spicy food. Sometimes they have contest to see who can handle the most spicy. 9/10 Abby wins.

They adopted a stray cat, though they also figured out Abby was allergic to cats. Luckily it was fixed with a doctor visit and prescribed medicine. Makoto gets salty since the cat likes Abby more then him. Abby 100% spoils the cat and gives it more love just to piss Makoto off.

If Makoto forgets something at home, Abby usually throws it out the window to him.

They got married at a court house. Just one day “I love you, you love me..let’s get married today” “ok”

They picked out their rings together, they’re not really fancy people so they got gold bands, but Makoto instead on getting a small sapphire gem for Abby’s ring.

Abby always joins him in traveling to go try coffee in another place. They’ll plan to stay for a week or so, go site seeing, try out some coffee, and always take a picture.

Abby got a special case for Makoto to see all his little gache statues.

Makoto is a stress cleaner. Abby knows he’s stressing when he’s starts deep cleaning.

Abby can’t have kids, they’re not even sure if they want kids. But right now, they know they’re not ready, and are just enjoying their life together.

Makoto loves to tell people Abby is his wife. He has pictures of them in his shop. He likes to just go “oh yeah! That’s my wife! She’s so lovely! I love her so much”. Abby hates coming into the shop now cause people know who she is.

Makoto doesn’t need Abby to tell him if she’s in a depressed mood, he just knows. He’ll go pick up her favorite ice cream, rent a cheesy movie or a horror film, and will make a blanket fort in the living room. He’ll just cuddle her while they watch a movie and while she silently enjoys her ice cream.

“You love me?” “I married you.” “Ok I’m just making sure”

[valentinesdiaries]

Dancing with the devil  (Ethan x F!MC)

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Casey Valentine) x Dr. Tobias Carrick 

Word count: 5,000+ 

Warning: Some adult language. Angst.

Premise: When Casey has a conversation with Ethan about their relationship, things don't end well. A date at the bar with Tobias Carrick can make things worse or warm things up. (This is after chapter 8 of Open Heart 2).

Author’s Note: This is my first Open Heart fanfic and English is not my native language. Sorry for any grammatical errors and let me know in the comments what you think.

Tags: @ohramsey​ - @schnitzelbutterfingers​ - @binny1985​ - @openheart12​

The air was starting to cool a little in Boston again. Casey Valentine ordered a hot chocolate at  Edenbrook’s cafeteria that morning, hoping to warm her body.

Her hands were more frozen than usual. As she walked down the halls, she found Ethan Ramsey, standing at the door to the diagnostic room, seeing something on his phone.

- Hey. -  She whispered as she opened the door, and Ethan, distracted, followed behind.

- I think you and I have a few things to discuss. -  said Casey, after she sat down at the table and took a sip of her drink.

- Yes, and I need to be direct - said Ramsey in a different tone. He was a little more irritated than usual, with his intense blue eyes trying to avoid contact with Casey. - I'm sorry about yesterday. I was in very mixed emotions because of the game and after the thing with my dad, you helped me ... I shouldn't have kissed you. It feels like I'm using you and trying to take advantage of you when I do not...

- When you're not ready to commit. I get it. I'm not a 17-year-old girl being deceived. But I really thought that this time Ethan, this time you would learn something, that you could see me more than that. More than a resident. More than a friend. 

Ethan sighed, pulling his hair back and finally looking into the doctor's captivating green eyes in front of him.

Before he said anything, Baz and June came into the room with the patient's chart and complained about the broken CT scan machine. He gave a heavy sigh and walked away from Valentine, who stared at the table, lost in thought.

 - So, Valentine, do a blood test before we can take the patient to a CT scan, okay? - Ramsey says, seeing her eyes get lost in the moment.

 - Yes Doctor Ramsey - Casey left the room with a chest so heavy that she felt like she was collapsing. How could he be such an idiot, such a insensible man? After everything she did for him? She wondered in the hall before bumping into Jackie Varna, who didn't look good and was holding a form from Pancea Lab.

- Hey, you look like crap -  Jackie said, playing with Casey's hair

- You too. Is that pharmaceutical bitch bothering you again?

- Not for so long. Do you want to drink later? My shift ends 9. I really need to drink.

- Sure, mine ends at 8, but I wait for you in Donahue's. I need to drink until I forget that men exist - Casey said

- Jesus, ask Reggie for some free shots. You need this. Jackie joked. Casey laughed and went into the patient's room to run the tests.

*******************

The clock hit 8:35 when Casey was sitting at the Donahue's counter. She was wearing a little red dress that made her dark brown hair and green eyes brighter.

- Alone tonight, doctor? - Reggie said, putting two drops of bourbon on the rocks for Casey.

- Not for so long. My friend will come soon - She said and saw Reggie attending to other people.

- Is this place occupied? - A male voice asked and Casey recognized that voice. It was him. What was he doing here?

- No -  She answered and took a sip of her drink. - What makes you drive across town? Did you come to get more of my patients, Dr. Carrick?

Tobias Carrick smiles provocatively. His blue eyes were intense, but not as sweet as Ethan. His tanned skin made his smile look a little brighter than normal

- I was passing through the area and I want to visit the famous  Edenbrook  bar. Your shift is over and mine too. I thought I could buy you a drink, but I see you already drinking whiskey. Ethan's favorite.

- Sure, because Ramsey is the only person who can drink whiskey. If you want to become useful here, buy me a few shots of tequila and leave me alone.

She looks at Tobias with a flaming look, while he asks Reggie for the six shots with a smile on his face. She felt her purse vibrating. A message from Jackie.

"Sorry V.

My patient got worse. I need to stay here. See you at home later.

Jackie “

- Great -  She murmured to herself as she felt the tequila liquid running down her throat. - My friend just dumped me.

- I know I'm not your favorite person, but I'm really nice if you know me - Tobias talks while drinking one of the doses - Or at least drink with me.

- You are the devil - Casey said - Tell me, Carrick, why are you really here? It's not like you're going to get me drunk and talk about my team or Ethan's bullshit and your drama history. I'm out, I don't want to play that game.

- Is it the only thought he speaks or thinks right? Medicine? Patients? The hospital? - Carrick said - I know Ethan. This is his life, but it is exhausting for everyone who tries to be a part of it. Even if it's a friend or a girl, he puts his medical ethics, thoughts and desires above everything else.

- You think you’re different? - Casey asked.

- I know I am. I was different at college that time and I am now. See, this is my job, but this is not my life. I like to travel and sailing, play soccer with my mates and flirts with pretty girls. That's why Ethan is a better doctor than me, but I got the good parts - Carrick said, looking at her. She shivered down her spine, and shook her hair out of spot. 

- If you're going out with him, I'll stop, I don't want to make you uncomfortable.

- We have nothing. We are nothing. But that doesn't mean you can show your cute face and tell me that I'm pretty like something is going to happen. It is not. You, me, enemies, understand?

- Ah, so you think I'm cute? This is a good thing - She rolled her eyes listening - But yes, I understand, I am the Devil, Lucifer, Doctor Evil. Let's see how long the little angel doesn’t commit any sin - He said, looking across the bar - Your friends are here.

She saw Elijah Greene and Bryce Lahela in the beer garden, where they played on the pool table. Casey got up from the counter, took one last look at Carrick and crossed to the other side of the bar, where her friends were.

- If this guy is pissing you off, I can fix it -  Lahela said, seeing Casey approach.

- No, I got tequila for free, nothing more. She said while watching the boys playing pool. Tobias was watching her every move.

A song from The Weeknd was playing in the background. Valentine drank too much. The guys were sitting and talking about a stupid video game and her mind was on the movement that Tobias' eyes were making to meet hers. The way he smiled, as if he knew what would happen next.

Her mind was confused and she spoke to the boys that she were going to the bathroom. She paced back and forth, close to where Tobias was sitting. Their eyes met, he followed her red dress to the bathroom with his eyes, devouring it.

 He waited a little and followed her behind. Casey was looking at herself in the mirror. Her brown hair was a little messy and her lipstick was long gone.

Without warning, Carrick opened the door.

They said nothing. They keep looking at each other in that small place, with their bodies touching, until she made a move and pressed her lips against his with urgency and violence.

The kiss was different, but it was hot. It was intense. Tobias did not move away from her and explored her body under the dress with his hands.

Casey let out a small moan when he pressed a finger on her panties, feeling the wet fabric. - I could rip your panties off and fuck you right here in this dirty bathroom bar, Valentine.

Her mind woke up and realized what she is about to do. She broke the kiss, not fast or furious, but conscious. Tobias received the signal and stopped his hand, pulling it and trying to calm his excitement. Casey looks him in the eye very seriously.

 - It never happened.

She came out of the bathroom, waved to her friends and asked for an Uber to  go home.

*************

The next morning, Casey woke up with a hangover and regret. What happened to Carrick was hot

But it was Tobias, the Tobias, who stole her patient. The doctor who is Ethan's ex-friend / current enemy.

 She showered and went straight to the hospital. She should have been the first to arrive at the diagnostic team's office, but everyone was already there, including Ethan, and June was holding a bouquet of red roses.

It looks like someone has an admirer, how romantic -  said June Hirati ironic, looking at Ethan.

Oh shit.

He wrote a card.

"Valentine,

I hoped you enjoyed your dance with the devil last night.

You are a beautiful corrupted little angel.

T. "

Her mind was going crazy. Ethan read? Did June recognize Tobias' handwriting?

 - So who's the lucky one? - Baz joked, breaking the mood of the room. Ramsey stopped looking and started making coffee.

- A guy from my hometown. He knows I work here and is trying to get in touch again - She lied. Ethan laughed a little.

- Anyway, we lost valuable time, while Dr. Valentine keeps talking about her love life, which, like the last time I checked, will not help save the lives of patients. So, please, can we focus on work?

Ethan said, upset about everything. As Casey moved into the room, he pressed his hand on her arm.

- Ah, and Valentine, this is a workplace. I know you may be having trouble understanding this, but every guy who slept with you can't send a gift or any shit to my office. Am I clear?

She wanted to shout at him how ignorant and rude he was being with her.

- Clear as water, Dr. Ramsey. I know this is a workplace. After all, I learned from the most ethical doctor.

[scottfuckingreed]

Nurse’s office - Montgomery De La Cruz

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ANONYMOUS SAID: ‘could you do a Monty smut where the reader gets in a physical fight and Monty pulls her away?’

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WARNINGS: swearing, talks of blood and smutty smut! (of course)

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I roll my eyes as I exit my final class before lunch. The problem with this school, apart from everything, is the snobby bitches. The ones who think they’re better than everyone. They look at people like they’re scum, or absolutely nothing. It really does piss me off. Today it’s a girl called Vanessa cornering a small 1st year against a locker. It’s just like, really? The other problem with this school is no one does anything about it.

“Really?” I casually stroll up behind Vanessa’s back. “Wha- oh. It’s Y/N,” her smug face turns to me as her body follows. The perfect hair and body and fucking face. She’s pretty. That’s fine, but girls who know they’re prettier than others are the dangerous ones. “Picking on the small ones again? It’s really quite sad actually,” she raises her eyebrows at my words. It’s that smile. “Butting in again? That’s quite stupid actually,” blood starts to boil. She just stresses me out. I shrug. In that split second her left hand reaches up to grab the end of my ponytail. Just as a reflex, I do the same. She lets out a high pitched scream. Heads turn our way, one after another. I’m definitely not a fighter, so my defence is to just try and push her off. All she does is slap me. A slightly deep cut forms just on and just my lower lip. Those monstrous rings on hands. And that’s it. I jump my body against hers, making her fall fiercely to the ground. Just as I hit her once I get pulled off. I try fighting this person off of me, but the grip of his arms hooked under my armpits was just too much. Montgomery De La Cruz? Gary fucking Bolan appears seconds after and stands preaching that ‘this isn’t what our school is about’ like the shitty Head Teacher he is. He has no idea. Giving up, I stand my feet on the ground and shake the boy off of me. “Montgomery, can you take Y/N to the Nurse’s Office immediately?”

He puts his hand out in front of him to guide me forwards. Montgomery De La Cruz is an asshole, there’s no denying it, but wow is he hot. “I can walk myself y’know,” I gaze up to him once we’re around the corner from the Head. “Nah it’s alright, I’m nice like that,” my head turns to the bullshitter to my left. “Yeah, what’s in it for you?” He smiles and shakes his head. We get to the door, and the boy opens the door for me.

“Take a seat,” he smiles, closing the door behind him. My heart speeds up just for a second. “So, you got in a fight,” he tuts at me. I think Monty could flirt with a door, but I’ll happily become a door. “Very funny, what class have you got next?” I ask. “Social Studies, fuck that.” Nodding, I finally take a seat on the hospital like bed. The school Nurse is not here or to be seen around. “Dr. Cruz it is then,” my words lead him to smirk at me. His body turns around to the cupboard behind him. He turns around with a clean cloth and cleaning alcohol in each hand. My right palm goes to his chest, stopping him before he gets too close. “Do you know what you’re doing?” “I don’t know if you know this, but I’ve got into one or two fights,” I nod at him in a ‘really’ way. Concentration consumes his face as he pours the rubbing alcohol onto the cloth. I slightly open my legs to let him shuffle forwards. So he could clean my wound of course. It connects to my face with a slight bearable sting. Either way, my face screws up. Monty’s face gets closer to mine to see what he’s doing. “Does that hurt?” I shrug. “A little yeah,” I whisper as he wipes it clean. “I’m no doctor, but I know a few things can help with pain,” he throws the cloth down somewhere on the bed. “Oh yeah, what’s that?” A smile spreads across his face. Then his lips were on mine. I didn’t expect this. Every part of me wanted to want to push him away. But fuck! I don’t want to. Both hands reach up to the back of his head. All I wanted to do was get him as close to my body as possible. His tongue requests the entry past my lips, which I kindly grant without hesitation. Hands smooth down to my waist before following down to the tops my thighs. My vagina literally couldn’t be throbbing any more than it is now. Up and down go his hands. Just brushing under the bottom, not even reaching the top of my thighs.

I pull my lips away from his with a sigh. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I grunt angrily. The smirk grew on his face. It’s hard to not want him. I mean, look at him. And he fucking knows it. “What’s the problem?” The deep whisper sends shivers down my spine. He hasn’t move his face away from mine, so our lips were still almost touching. He raises his eyebrows at my eye roll. “You’re teasing me.” Blunt and to the point, the boy in front of me has me exactly where he wants me. And that annoys me. He leans down to place a single kiss on the right side of my neck. Somehow he knows exactly the spot; which unfortunately leads me to let a moan slip. “I didn’t think you were the type of girl to-“ “To... what?” I use my finger to guide his eyes back up to mine by his chin. I suck in my bottom lip. “What do you want Y/N?” He whispers against my lips, without planting a kiss. “You know what I want,” I’m melting. I find myself almost begging for him. “I want you to tell me,” his lips go onto mine, but just for him to latch his teeth around my bottom lip. As he pulls against it softly, I feel a sensation I’ve never felt before. With a deep breath, I gaze into his eyes. “So, what do you want, Y/N?” Finally, I have to give in. I need him. I don’t care that we’re in school. “I want you to fuck me.”

My thong; flung onto the floor. The door; locked. Hormones; through the roof. I just watch as he rummages through his wallet for a condom. And how he just slightly pulls down his trousers and boxers just enough. “Fuck,” he lets out in a chuckle as he lines himself up. “What? You’re acting as if you haven’t done this before,” I smile, before my mouth opens more and more as he inserts himself inside me. He focusses on fully filling me before looking back into my eyes. “I haven’t actually,” surprise actually consumes me. “It must be your lucky day,” he leans to whisper in my ear. I let out a deep breath as he slowly pulls out and pushes back in. He places a kiss just below my ear, then back onto the sweet spot on the right side of my neck. I let my arms worm their way back around his body, one flung around his neck and the other hooked under his armpit to pull him as close as possible. His large hands grip the top of my hips. He creates a steady pace of thrusting in and out of my soaking heat. I can’t help but moan into his ear. “You feel so fucking good,” he moans back to me. The hands move from my waist, the pace remains, but I still feel the loss of the grip against my body. His silky finger tips smooth across my thighs once again. When he gets to my knees, he slows his pace almost to a straight stop. He locks his eyes with mine as he scoops my legs up with the palms of his hands. The levitation of my legs create a totally different pleasure. Without movement I was already moaning. I move my hands to caress his neck. With the stroke of my thumbs against his sharp jawline, I pull his lips back onto mine as he proceeds to thrust thoroughly with a more increased pace than before. I slide my tongue into his mouth once before pulling my lips off of his. He begins to rest his forehead on mine. “Fuck, I’m so close,” I let out in a high pitched squeal. He raises my left leg a bit more to reach a totally different spot. Another squeal comes out. “Just let go,” I wrap my arms around his neck once again to get that last bit of closeness. The pace picks up more and more. I find myself muzzling myself into his should to contain my almost screams at least a little. It’s easy to forget where you are. And here it is; the ultimate climax. It’s safe to say I’ve never had a high like that. He rides through both mine and his with ease. He pauses once we’re fully done, us both letting out a chuckle before removing himself from inside me.

I totally forgot I’d even got into a fight, but I gaze at the slight bit of blood on Monty’s face. He should be grossed out, but when I point it out to him he just shrugs. Beckoning him back towards me, I disgustingly lick my thumb and wipe it off of his face. “I can’t believe we just did that,” I let out another laugh, which makes Monty’s face light up again. It’s never been one of things I’d ever imagined. How could one even picture such a thing? But it’s happened. Shit. I had sex at school. With Montgomery De La Cruz. There’s a first for everything I guess? Snapping out my daydream, I spy Monty pick my thong up off the floor. He snaps his arm away from my reach as I go to take it from him. “I think I’ll keep it actually, as a souvenir,” heat raises to my cheeks.

Not even a minute after Monty unlocks the door, the nurse finally appears. Where the fuck has she been? “Ah Y/N, I hope you weren’t waiting too long,” her sweet face would be instantly comforting if I’d actually needed her anymore. Somehow he’d actually helped out, in more than one way. “It’s okay actually, Monty sorted me out,” he smiles and looks to the ground. “Well I’ll write it down in the injuries book in case there’s any further trouble. That’s awfully kind of you Mr. De La Cruz,” she almost sounds unconvinced. This is the ‘bad boy’ she’s talking. “It was my pleasure.”

We leave. I almost think that’s it, and that’ll be the end of Y/N and Monty chapter. But he latched onto my forearm just as I begin to walk away. “Hey, I’ll be hitting you up some time, if that’s alright with you?” He bites his bottom lip in the sexiest way possible. How’s that even possible? “You should definitely do that,” I can’t help but stare at him when he walks away. To reconnect with his friends. Now I’m alone, what the fuck just happened?

[thgfanficinspo]

Fear of the Water - Ch 18

Finnick deals with the fallout from Annie’s breakdown (some sexy Capitol Finnick) (Henry Cavill was my fancast for Finnick before the movie came out)

My AO3 - Chapter 1 - Jonsa - Coryo - Discovery of Witches

(ANNIE)

When I wake up, I’m in a white tube. It’s small so small and I’m strapped down – arms, legs, body, even head. There’s a whirring, buzzing sound coming from within the walls. Then there are voices.

“Aw, shit, she’s awake.”

“Should we put her back down?”

I struggle against my bonds. Are they going to kill me? Why am I here? What are they doing to me?

“Yeah, she’s gonna fuss.”

There are footsteps now – coming toward me. I try to tear my arms out of their bonds but nothing happens. I scream. The voices yell to one another and I scream and I scream and I scream. I don’t want this. Finnick and Mags said it was over now and I was safe and I don’t think they’d lie to me but maybe they did or maybe they never said it at all I don’t want to die.

There’s a sharp pain in my right thigh. Then it goes dark.

(FINNICK)

We’re supposed to go back to that damn waiting room with the grey walls and floor-length windows and fake orchid.

I skulk around in the hallway after the others have gone inside, hoping to catch a moment alone with the female doctor who flirted with me. She comes out through a doorway which she locks behind her. She’s too distracted by the papers in her hand to notice me. I clear my throat and she looks up.

“Mr. Odair. Shouldn’t you be in the waiting room?”

“It’s a bit stuffy in their for my taste,” I say. “Especially after all that drama.” I straighten up and close the space between us.

“Yes, that was really something,” she agrees. Her eyes rake my body up and down. She has to turn away.

“Have you ever seen anything like that before?”

“I haven’t personally.”

“No?” I’m not nearly as smooth as I usually am. I’m too anxious to be charming. “Annie’s something special then.” I step up behind her and move her hair away from the side of her neck. “Like you.” I press my lips to the side of her neck and she nearly collapses. I keep my arms tight around her waist and pull her against me.

She gasps my name.

“Will you tell me something?”

“What?” she asks breathlessly.

I flick the tip of my tongue over the pulse-point of her throat. “What are you planning to do with Annie Cresta?”

“Anthea!” We both look up. Her male colleague is standing at the other end of the hallway. He’s a good ten years younger than she is, but he has an air of superiority about him. And he looks pissed.

The woman – Anthea, I guess – goes ramrod straight and tosses off my arms. “It’s not –”

“We need to talk,” he says simply, his glaring eyes locked on mine. Anthea hustles down the hall and through the door the male doctor came through. He and I maintain eye contact as long as possible, until the door shuts behind him.

I growl under my breath. “Fuck.”

I’ve definitely made things worse. If that other damn doctor hadn’t come in . . .

Mags is pacing around the room with one of her hands over her mouth when I come in. Proteus stands a few feet away from me, apparently deep in thought. Eefa has made a surprise visit, which she clearly regrets. No sign of Broadsea, but that’s no surprise. He’s probably passed out in his own puke by now. I normally wouldn’t care but I feel that since Eefa made it here, he should’ve at least tried.

Proteus raises an eyebrow at me, silently asking what I found out. I shake my head.

The same two doctors as before come out to speak to us after about twenty minutes of waiting. They’re much more serious. “She did suffer trauma to the head while in the Arena,” the man says.

“But you don’t think that’s what’s causing her issues,” Proteus says.

Anthea nods. Gone is the quivering woman in the hall, replaced with someone cold and angry. She’s going out of her way to not look at me. “The tasks we had her do when she first woke up didn’t indicate any neurological or physiological issues. We did scans, too, after her tantrum at the recap, and they didn’t show anything out of the ordinary.”

“Tantrum?” I repeat.

“Then what’s wrong?” Proteus asks over me.

“We believe it’s mental illness,” the male doctor says.

None of us know what that means. We don’t have mental illness in the districts, at least not the words to describe it, but the Capitol has words for everything. They have enough leisure time to think about things like that, to come up with ailments to explain their every mood.

Our faces must betray our inability to understand because they take a different route.

The female doctor is the one to speak. “We are going to have Annie Cresta declared mentally insane.”

“What?” I spit.

Proteus speaks over me again. “Isn’t that a bit premature? She hasn’t been out of the arena for long.”

“We believe a swift announcement is in her best interest at this time,” the male doctor says.

“Her closing interview with Caesar Flickerman has been canceled,” the female says, totally ignoring our reactions. She may have succumb to my charms and looks before, but now she seems immune. “President Snow will make the announcement during that time slot instead.”

I don’t know what to say.

“What would you like us to do in the meantime?” Proteus asks after a moment, voice totally neutral. The crease between his eyebrows is the only sign that he’s troubled by all of this. The only sign.

I could kill him.

“She’s currently under anesthesia, but I recommend you board the train back to your district soon,” the woman continues. “Before anyone gets wind of this.”

“Why?” Eefa asks, brows creased.

“What do you mean, Why?” I ask.

“Why are you declaring her insane? What exactly is wrong with her?”

“Why do you think?” I snap. The first thing I hear her say in a week and she asks something stupid like that?

“I’d like to hear the diagnosis,” Eefa says.

The woman doctor sighs and looks down at her clip board. She knows we won’t understand any of it. “She shows symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder, obsessive compulsive disorder, attention def –”

Proteus holds up his hand. “That’s enough.” He has no idea what any of it means, either. “Eefa?” he asks, turning to her. She nods, satisfied with what she’s heard. Maybe she was making sure they covered their bases; we generally accept that mad people are mad, but you need real proof to declare a victor mentally insane before the whole country.

“There is one piece of permanent physical damage I ought to mention,” the female doctor says. “Due to the stab wound in her abdomen, she won’t be able to conceive or carry children. There’s too much tissue damage.” No one really cares about that right now. What we care about – what I care about – is getting Annie out of here without adding to the damage that’s already been done. “I thought one of you ought to tell her once you’re back in your district and she’s had a chance to calm down.”

“I think you should get ready to leave,” the male doctor says. “She’ll be up in –” he checks his wristwatch and bobbles his head as he does the math in his head “– ninety minutes, give or take.”

“Yes,” Mags says distractedly. “Yes, of course.” She blinks several times.  “I’ll start preparing. And have Brae send for the train. Proteus, please get Annie’s stylist so we can get her ready to go.” The others go – Eefa practically sprints out – and I want to move, too, but my muscles won’t let me. Mags’s hand finds my shoulder. “She’s alive, Finnick. That’s what matters.”

I nod again because I can’t think of anything to say.

“Go. Clean up. Clear your head. I’ll be along in a few minutes. I just want to check in on her.”

When I get upstairs to our rooms, Greer rushes towards me and starts making a lot of gestures. I’m not sure what she’s asking until she runs her hand down her hair in a smooth, wavy motion. Like the way Annie’s hair falls.

“Annie?” I guess.

She nods.

I’m too tired to explain it all. “She’ll be all right.”

I start undressing before I make it all the way into my room, discarding my clothes as I go. Somes picks them up as he follows behind me.

I blast the water in the shower to its highest setting and make the temperature as cold as I can bear. I only take hot showers in the Capitol when I’ve just seen a patron. Different temperatures for different problems. It helps me compartmentalize. Keep my head straight.

I’m good at that. Compartmentalizing, keeping my mind focused on the task at hand. I always have been. A lot of victors simply can’t do that – it’s why they turn to drink or drugs. But I haven’t. And I won’t.

I don’t notice the slip of paper folded on my pillow until I start dressing. The paper is off-white and thick – the sort of expensive, heavy stuff they only use in the Capitol. I open it up, and the custom watermark at the top of the page informs me that this is from C.X.S.

President Snow has left me a handwritten note of congratulations.

The others have all gotten them, too.

Mags says he always does for the victors of the winning district. Etiquette, she says, is the most important thing to Coriolanus. Not for the first time, I wonder how well Mags knew him when they were young.

Broadsea whips a lighter out of his pocket and sets the note on fire before dropping it in an empty metal bin. He hasn’t even opened it. Eefa drops her own note into the bin; Mags gives Broadsea her letter to burn, too. I don’t know if she’s read it. Proteus tucks his away in his jacket pocket and tells me to do the same if I want to be smart. I don’t have a reason to save it; I’ve already memorized every word. But I decide to keep it anyway. In case I ever need a reminder.

Mr. Odair,

Congratulations on your very first victor. This is an exciting time for your fellow victors and all of District 4. It is an especially important time for you, as this is your first time mentoring a victor.

Of course he adds a little statement of regret at the end of my note containing a veiled threat:

I hope that you will not be bogged down by the weight of responsibility. It would be unfair for anyone to expect a young man such as  you to take on the burden of Miss Cresta’s care.

It seems innocuous enough, but it’s another little reminder to stand back and just let things unfold. Men like Finnick Odair don’t get involved with that sort of thing, and girls like Annie Cresta never really go home.

My best regards to you and your new victor,

President Coriolanus X. Snow

[oftenderweapons]

Small Town Swoons

Hello buttercups! Here is the big fat project I was talking about. I am giving you snippets and teasers of the whole thing, just to let you know what you’re all getting yourself into. 

There are some spicy tidbits here and there, so I would suggest only mature (18+) people read and/or engage with this post. 

I’ll be starting with Yoongi since his piece is really in the holiday spirit and I’m super hella inspired to write it, but don’t worry, Steamy waters is still coming (just know that I’m not done publishing stuff for the night 👀)

Let me know what you think about this project, what story you like the most and which one you really really look forward to reading 💕✨

Just in case you need it, here is my masterlist

Enjoy 💜

Apple of My Pie — Jin

In the bakery and café near the university many students barge in, desperate for coffee and the delicious apple pies served there once October comes. Some of them barge in for the sweet sight of the owner, still mysteriously single. Little do you know that he’s been pining after you for years, since you ran into his café in a slow, rainy Sunday morning, drenched like a stray kitten, asking only for friendly help. Friendship sparks easily and his comfort tastes as sweet as autumn apples. That’s how you find yourself flatmates, watching movies with his secret recipe hot cocoa on Saturday evenings and waking up to the delicious scent of his pies on Sunday morning. But the sudden apparition of a rival makes you wonder, what would it be like to fall asleep in his bed every night?

Mold Me New — Taehyung

Divorce is a mess, especially when you’re so young and you had bet your life on your high school crush. All those things you never had to learn are scary now: dating, friends with benefits, all those secret rules on social interactions and flirting. But then your friends gift you a clay modelling lesson at the local pottery. Your teacher looks like a quiet, grumpy man who slowly warms up to you, offering you his kind smiles and gentle laughs. Right when fear that your lack in courtship manners might cost you your greatest chance at a new happiness, his lessons indirectly turn into small advice, and suddenly it feels like his hands are shaping your heart into the perfect, beautiful whole you needed. And to show him your gratitude, you’re more than willing to gift the artist his creation.

“Don’t let it dry too much. Too much water will mess it up. It will become too pliant and it won’t hold up.” That was it. The rule to love. You had bathed him in reassurance and affection, and just like that he had melted underneath your touch, and he had turned into nothing. And the love had run out. “Every shape has its specific requirements.” He explained, dipping his hands in the basin and letting the droplets fall from his fingertips. “Wet hands, but not drenched.” Once he was happy with the result he sat up, his foot starting a small pressure on the pedal. “See, here we go. The clay will show how much water it needs. Easy on the pedal. Very slow. You’re warming it up. Be gentle. You’re not sure it’s good. Just like with people. Easy at first, and once it works you speed up.” He smiled at the material underneath his hands. “Gentle. Easy.” He said, his sinewy fingers gently pressing into the art piece to be. His fingers seemed to stretch and bend imperceptibly, as if he was feeling the very texture of the material, and of the final result he wanted to obtain. “That’s the secret to good things.”

The Shrew, Untamed — Jimin

Everyone gets married in small towns. The hairdresser’s daughter, the butcher’s niece, the doctor’s granddaughter. Even your best friend. And someone has to organise all the weddings. You have taken part in so many it is unnerving. You’re not asking for a husband, a simple fuckbuddy would suffice. You don’t even need someone with skill, you just need to have sex with a human. Though your goal seems unattainable and life apparently truly sucks, the petty florist where you order the flower arrangements offers you a beacon of hope, comforting you and spoiling you whenever you visit his shop, condescending to your every whim. Will he satisfy your every wish or will you have to supervision your best friend’s wedding on the verge of sanity?

“Sit down, sweet pea.” He said, offering you his chair. He immediately stood behind you, digging his fingers into your shoulders, massaging them. He always smelled like greenery. It was relaxing. “Who pissed on your roses, tiger?” He asked, his thumbs drawing circles at the base of your neck. You moaned and closed your eyes. “Poor baby. So stressed.” He purred, laughing. “Portia is getting married.” You groaned. He ohed. “Your friend, Portia?” You frowned and pouted. “That bitch. Portia.” You growled. He laughed a silvery sound. “It’s your best friend.” “It’s a stressed out insult. She wants me to plan it. Jimin, I am so tired of watching people getting married.” He kneaded the nerves near to your spine. “It’s a professional hazard, baby’s breath.” His finger stilled as he reached the middle of your back without finding the clasp of your bra. He moved upwards, ignoring the small detail. “It’s the third in two weeks. I can’t. Is everybody getting married this spring?” You asked, your head rolling forward. “I’m tired. Stressed. Grumpy.” You whine. “Baby, you have your sugarcane at home, use it.” He said, referring to your swirl shaped dildo. You shook your head. “It’s the warmth. Human touch. Sympathy.” Ask me, please — Jimin mentally begged — I’ll be so sweet to you. “And now I even need a plus one for Portia’s wedding. Lest she pairs me up with her cousin. Did I mention that he’s thirty and bald?” You sighed. “I can help.” He said. “With the Plus one.” He clarified. “Don’t expect me to get my fingers in your pie, blossom.” He stated. You shook your head. “Your loss.” You tutted. His loss, for sure. Not like you wanted him massaging your breasts as you sucked him off, laying on your white silk sheets, his dulcet moans filling your lonely room and your empty

Natural Connection — Namjoon

The city sucks. And before you definitely choose to resign from your job, you spend the money earned with your all-work-and-no-play attitude in a reinvigorating holiday in a natural resort in the woods. What you find is true heaven on earth, an eden of wonders and explorations. When you meet your guide, who will follow you and you alone, you almost cannot believe your luck. The closed-off man leads you through all the breathtaking sights of your location, offering you emotions and landscapes unrivalled — both in terms of wildlife and... well, humans? The steamy atmosphere seems to keep growing hotter together with the summer days, and before you can think twice your big friendly giant helps you get rid of the hots. What happens when your Adam and Eve idyllium gets interrupted by a ruckus of stag-partying jocks?

Namjoon knew your average blood pressure at rest and under effort, your shoe size, your weight and height. Still when he found you right before him he could barely believe the sight of you. He knew you were small but this small? He was surprised. Amazed. Completely dazzled by your size. “Uhm. Kim Namjoon?” You asked, hesitant. God, even your voice was small — he noticed. As you got even closer, he realised you barely reached his sternum. He was endeared. He imagined how hugging you would feel. Why was he imagining to hug a stranger? “Hello! Welcome to the Valley!” He said, offering you his hand. You took it and shook it energetically. “Thank you. I assume you will be my guide during my stay.” You commented. “Exactly. I'll be your coach and your guide through the whole experience.” “Perfect.” You smiled. He was dumbstruck by it. So sweet and bright. You noticed he had a nice voice. And a kind smile. He looked like a very gentle giant. “Have you brought any specific equipment with you or would you prefer to use the one we offer?” “I have trekking boots and walking sticks. You know, basic stuff that's difficult to find when you're the size of a teapot.” He laughed a loud belly laugh, which surprised you and pleased you. “Okay, we can head to the hall and chat about your activity plan.” He said, leading you. Walking behind him was definitely a hard challenge, both because his legs were kilometric — and damn fine — and because how could you not stare at that ass right in front of your gaze, clad in oh-so tight shorts? Once he realized you were basically running behind him, he turned, a bit confused. And then embarrassed. “Sorry,” he smiled sheepishly, taking shorter steps. "Don't worry, it's okay. I'm a fast walker." You stated. He grinned. He barely stopped himself from murmuring a 'cute'. You were adorable.

Ink ‘n’ Run — Jungkook

People find awful ways to inculcate mean insecurities in our lives. It is to get rid of insecurity that you head to the talented tattooist in a small town near your campus, ready to ink your fears away. Ready to start from zero, you let yourself enjoy a night out clubbing and a steamy one night stand with a tattoed god. Hit by the morning-after regrets, you run away before he wakes up. Little do you know that he’ll be the man you’ll be spending several hours underneath, half-naked as he inks you. Such a shame that you keep running away each time he is ready to ask you for a date. And that he keeps running away after you convince yourself to concede him one. Will you manage to let each other see that you click perfectly or will you let that night be just an accident?

“Oh. You’re back. Lovely to see you, how can I help you?” He looks sweet. God, he was sweet, of course he looks sweet; you thought. He was the most gentle man you had ever been with. Wicked hips, but such a sweet mouth. “Uhm, I have an appointment?” You said, showing him the business card with the date and time of your appointment. “Oh.” His expression was the perfect depiction of confusion. “Uhm. I guess you can come into my studio, then. Do you have someone with you? Would you like Daisy to come in?” He said, looking at the girl sitting at the reception table. “No, I’m cool.” You forced yourself to form a tiny, polite smile on your face. As he walked ahead of you you noticed the way his tight black t-shirt hugged his narrow waist. And his wonderful, jeans-clad, toned ass. God, he had rammed into you like a mad man that night. You shook your head, trying to bring yourself back to reality. Meanwhile, his mind was fuelled by millions of questions. Why had you run? Were you freaked out by what was happening? Were you as affected as he was at the idea of him working on you? Did you think he was a fuckboy? Would you let him take you out on a date? Would you let him fuck you again? Wait, scratch the last one.

Head over Heals — Hoseok

You are the most talented ice skater of your state. Or rather, you were. Your career was harshly interrupted by an unfortunate accident. Healing from the hurtful events takes strong nerves and positive energy. Luckily, your physiotherapist — the neighbour of your childhood home — is the most positive, enthusiastic person. New feelings bloom like daisies on a warm spring morning, while old feelings rekindle and light your way back home like a field of fireflights, back to places that you’ve always loved. It takes little time to get used again to his sweet energy and his gentle hands, healing your body and your soul. It takes even less time to fall head over heels for him.

“What changed?” He asked, drying your tear with his thumb. “I don’t know. It feels like it changed.” He smiled. “You’re still the same to me. Same bright eyed little girl running around in a summer dress, smelling like honey shampoo and sun cream. You feel like home. I think nothing has been okay since you were gone.” Your heart took a second to melt and resolidify around that new truth. “Hobi.” His eyes were glittering. “I think I always had a soft spot for you. You and your knees always scraped, the small curls framing your face, the way your braids came undone that night as we were driving away after prom in the convertible your parents ran away in when they eloped.” He looked so sad. And so beautiful. “Hoseok, I never forgot you, you know. You were my first.” You confessed. “And you were mine.” He replied. He paused. “We were perfect.” “We were.” You replied. We still could be. We are.

Sugar and Spice — Yoongi

A new girl moves into town, her goal starting her life from scrap. And then on a foggy autumn night she ventures in the local pub, where she meets a cute, tattooed bartender who happens to be the local sweetheart. Fate — and the sweet granny next door — seem to push them together; it’s only a matter of time before feelings bloom and attraction becomes too intense to resist. The magic of a small town, and that loneliness that they share and understand so deeply, bring them close at the most wonderful time of the year. Love can blossom even in the dead of winter and who knows, maybe they’ll find a new life by the time of the new year?

“How does it feel to live in a small town?” You asked, stretching your legs out the flannel blanket. Sunlight came in through the yellow leaves of the apple trees. “Like time doesn’t really exist. Until you don’t have any left and suddenly your friends are getting married and having children and all you have is a useless piece of paper stating that you’re a doctor.” He said. “But it’s okay. It’s lovely, at times like this.” He said, looking at the sky. “Marriage and kids are overrated.” You said, laying down. He looked at you, your eyes closed, your hair coming out of his beanie, currently covering your head. “Don’t leave me alone here.” You had a beauty he had never known. Or that maybe he had seen in his mother. That rough, tough beauty that looks dangerous from afar. Delicate from up close. You weren’t gracious. You weren’t cobwebs and golden hair and clouds. You were the ground, the trees, the stone. You were the mountains capped in ice, beautiful and so endangered. Still, so steady. You were the forest, eternal. Nothing could marr you. No man, no humanly disgrace. You would weather and transform, like nature does. Maybe he was idealising you, maybe he was giving you all those traits he had always wished in a woman. “Stop staring at me. Lay down. Enjoy your seconds before you turn into a fifty-something lonesome worm.” You teased. He laid. Your hand found his. “I’ll tell you how a small town feels like, based on the opinion of a girl from a big city.” He exhaled a laugh. “It’s comfort. Like when it rains outside but you’re in your bed and you’re warm and you don’t have to get up. You can simply lay.” He rolled onto his side, staring at your eyelashes. If I blink, will she disappear?