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joedirtymadre · 1 month

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Sandwiches - Part 1

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It’s been a few weeks since the captain of the Heart Pirates came aboard. However… I never really thought that this would be the result of the alliance. I’ve noticed that Law really likes hanging around me, not sure why… but as soon as we boarded he seemed to have liked being alone or unbothered.

Then one day…

“Hey (Y/N)!” Luffy called out as I had just finished creating some new outfits for the crew. “What’s up?” I asked. “Can you ask Sanji for some food? He banned me from the kitchen because the other night I raided the pantry,” Luffy said with a defeated look. “And I’m so hungry,” he whined. “Hmmm… I’ll try my best, but you know if I ask for too much food he’ll get suspicious,” I smiled. “Alright!” Luffy cheered and ran off to hide, in case Sanji caught him scheming a mission.

I walked into the kitchen, “Hi Sanji,” I smiled and waved. “(Y/N)-chwann~” he cooed as he was chopping some ingredients. “Hi Sanji, mind if I make something? Just some sandwiches,” I said. “Sure, but if you want I can make you one real quick,” he said as he placed the knife down. “No! It’s ok, I got it. Plus… Law asked me for one so I wouldn’t want to interrupt you,” I said the first thing that I could think of. “Him?!” He said angrily. “Don’t be angry Sanji, plus I’d hate for you to stop the meal you’re preparing. I’m really excited to try it for dinner,” I smiled and grabbed the objects from the fridge. “You’re so sweet (Y/N)~! I’ll make this one of the best dinners ever,” he said and continued preparing the dish. Phew… anyways, now let’s make some sandwiches.

I made enough sandwiches for each crewmate, except for Sanji- he said he’d rather wait until dinner. I began passing a wrapped sandwich with a glass of juice to everyone. Everyone said thanks and happily took the sandwich and juice from me. I then sneakily walked over to Luffy who was hiding in a barrel, “Hey Luffy! Made you some sandwiches,” I smiled. “How many?” He drooled. “5 of them, I hope that’s enough until dinner,” I said and handed them the wrapped sandwiches. “Wow thanks, ok now can you cover the barrel again? Before Sanji sees me eating?” He asked, I laughed and quickly covered the barrel. I had 2 more sandwiches, and decided to go find the mysterious doctor.

I found him in the library, leaning back in a sofa chair asleep. I quietly placed the sandwiches and a glass of juice on the coffee table next to him. I was about to walk away before my curiosity peaked. I looked over at the large fluffy hat that was covering his eyes, “Just one touch…” I whispered. I slowly walked over and stood in front of the sleeping doctor. I gulped as my hand slowly crept closer and closer to the fluffy white hat. So close… and finally contact! “So soft…” I smiled. “So cute,” I said. “So you think I’m cute, huh (Y/N)-ya?” Law asked as he tilted his head up to look at me. I stood there frozen, then felt my face burn up to a billion degrees. “N-No I was j-just-“ I stuttered as I backed away. “Wow, all shy and flustered, huh? Guess you must really like me?” He smirked. My face felt like it was on fire, and my head started spinning. “W-Wait hear m-me out- Ah!” I slipped while taking a step back, but instead of hitting the floor I felt an arm snake around and caught me. My eyes opened and were faced with a very muscular torso… they then lingered up to see a smirking man. “Falling for me now, are we?” He smirked. “I-I-I-I,” I blushed, and my head went back to spinning in circles. “I think she busted a fuse,” I heard him chuckle. I pushed him back, “I made you some sandwiches, I hope you like them!” I yelled and ran out of the library or else I’m gonna explode.

Back to now…

Ever since that day he hasn’t left me alone… and it’s honestly not too good for my health. I never realized how flirty he is… he’s almost as bad as Sanji, but more bolder. It’s dangerous… So dangerous that I have decided to hide from him or else my heart might actually explode. Now I'm under the dining table, hoping he won’t find me. I’ve been here for 30 minutes, so I think I’m in the clear… I finally let out a sigh of relief. Then suddenly I see a blue color surrounding me, “Room,” I hear and before I know it the captain of the Heart Pirates is over me, his frame pinning me to the floor. “Really (Y/N)-ya? Hiding under the table now?” He chuckles. “It’s cause you-!” I immediately shut my mouth. I hear footsteps, a couple of them. I look over and see Luffy’s, Usopp’s, Chopper’s, and Sanji’s shoes. I look up to Law who is staring back at me with a smirk, I frown angrily in return. “What’s up with that look, (Y/N)-ya?” He whispered in my ear, making my body fill up with goosebumps. “You! You keep-!” I stopped once I heard. “Did you hear that?” I Usopp asked. “Huh?” Sanji asked, annoyed. “Anyways, hurry up and help me move these food items to the pantry,” he said and showed them some boxes. “Roger!” The 3 said and began moving the boxes. “You should really whisper, unless you wanna get caught,” he whispered. “Fine, you just don’t know when to stop teasing people!” I whispered angrily. “What are you talking about? You’re the one that called me cute,” he smirked. “I meant the hat!” I whispered. “Then why do you get so flustered around me?” He asked. “I-I… I don’t know…” I blushed and avoided his eyes. “Come on, just say you like me,” he smirked as he noticed the goosebumps on my skin. “You’re just teasing me,” I frowned. “And? It’s cute seeing how flustered you get,” he says softly. “C-Cute?” I asked, feeling my face heating up. “Yeah, and it looks like you like being teased,” he said as he analyzed my face. “I do not!” I whispered. “You’re just a bully,” I huffed. “Yeah, but only to you. I like your reactions,” he replied as he leaned down and I could feel his breath hitting my neck. “I bet you wouldn’t like it, if I teased you back,” I frowned. “You? Tease and bully me? That’d be a funny sight to see, (Y/N)-ya,” he chuckled softly. “Oh yeah? Well then…” I blushed, as I cupped his face and forced him to face me. He had a surprised look on his face, for only a second, “Well th-“ I interrupted him. I pulled him into a deep kiss, I felt as he tensed up from the sudden contact, but quickly relaxed into it. After a few more seconds we finally pulled away from each other. “I told ya,” I smirked. “Man you sure like to rile people up, don’t you (Y/N)-ya?” He smirked. I don’t think that was a good idea… I looked over and realized the boys were gone. I took this opportunity to snake out of Law’s grasp and jump out from under the table. “Hey!” I heard him say, and heard a hard THUMP come from under the table. “Oh no, are you ok?” I asked, being a habit of mine. He peered out from under the table and looked devilish. “You look fine!” I said and quickly ran off. While running off, I realized something… it is kind of fun to tease him back.

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the-fiction-witch · 5 months

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Doctor's Orders

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Smut

I giggled as well as snuck my way through the busy port streets. I wanted to make sure I wasn't spotted but also not look suspicious. It was a very thin line to walk.

I reached my destination of the port hospital ignored the brightly lit entrance and went around the side to sneak in the side door which as usual was left unlocked.

This was the typical Tuesday night nowadays and I found it as thrilling as ever as I snuck through the hospital luckily many were busy and didn't pay me much mind as I found my way to the second floor to the familiar door. I stopped In Front of it fixing my dress and making sure I looked as I wanted to before I knocked on the door giving it the agreed one tap, break, one tap, break two Taps. I was barely waiting a minute as the door slid open and there leant on the doorframe stood Doctor Jack Dawkins one of the two young doctors for the port hospital in his usual well-worn clothes but his waistcoat and jacket gone revealing his suspenders as he leant his hip on the door frame and seemed smug to see me “what took you so long?” He chuckled taking my hand and quickly ushering me inside shutting the door with his foot

“Well I had to go-” I began but he held my jaw and kissed me before I even got a chance to say my excuse our kisses were rather passionate even for only four days since we were last alone together and he tugged down my hood as he pulled away

“I missed you babydoll”

“I missed you too Jack darling” I giggled giving his suspenders a playful snap “It hadn't been that long had it?’

“Well a week since I've had my babydoll locked up in my room with me”

“But only four days since someone came sneaking into my bedroom window” I giggled going across his room to slip off my cloak and hood fully

“How do you know that was me?” He chuckled

“The four hours' worth of bed-breaking sex that followed clued me in” I giggled

“Did it now?” he smirked coming and wrapping his arms around my waist

“It did yes” I smiled wrapping my own around his neck and playing with his hair a little

“Well, I don't know what kind of suitor boys you have climbing in your window?”

“Only one. who I keep telling is welcome to use the front door. My father is away six days a week Jack I really don't know what you’re worried about”

“I happen to like the secretive approach. Don't know what sort of spies your father may have planted between the halls to try and see where his daughter keeps sneaking off to”

“He doesn't care. He's just frustrated that a certain someone has yet to deliver on promises”

“I'm working on it,” he smirked rubbing his nose on mine “Why do you always wear these dresses when you visit? You know how much I… enjoy getting to, ravish my babydoll in one of her expensive dresses”

“I figured less layers. Fewer buttons and clasps. Quicker to get off” I smirked doing it back

“hmmm like I need help?” He smirked with a smug grin as in our cuddle he hand managed to unlace my dress without making enough movement for me to notice.

“You are a sneaky little snake aren't you?” I smirked pushing my body to his

“Babydoll, we both know my snake isn't little” he growled

“Merely an expression Jack darling” I giggled “You know I love my, big, strong, sneaky, snake” I smirked walking my fingers slowly down his chest and under his trousers Making him gasp

“That what you want?’

“Beyond any doubt”

“We best not linger then, we loosening the dark” he growled pulling me back to our kiss this time the kiss was far more intense grabbing and almost clawing at one another until his legs hit his bed so I pushed him down he smirked and pulled his suspenders off and threw his shirt off him and off his bed “come here babydoll’ he growled pulling me back to our kiss this time moaning into the kiss as he began pushing up my skirt but I took his hands away

“Jack darling, it's only Tuesday.” I giggled stroking his cheek

“Uuhh come on I need you” he gasped “We both know one quick little turn each isn't gonna be enough. You've already edged me for fucking days you really think I can last much longer before I crawl in your bedroom window again?’

“I know, I know but Tuesdays is a quick day because you're on call, you made the rules Jack I'm just following them”

“Fine. You want rules?” He smirked “How about we play a game?”

“Oh? A game?”

“It's a very fun game I've made just for my babydoll” he smirked “It's called doctor’s orders.”

“Ohh? How do you play?’

“Well the doctor, that's me of course gives an order and the patient that's you has to obey it no matter what it is. And you have to continue any orders that don't interfere with your new ones”

“So give me an example”

“well an example would be, I tell you to get on your knees and then to suck my cock, you can't get up from your knees to suck until I say you can so you'd have to crawl over to me” he smirked

“This seems much more fun for you”

“A little but trust me my baby doll will enjoy herself” he smirked “so? Shall we play?”

“Alright, but we have to be quick”

“We will be, first. Stand by the wall”

I giggled but did as he asked going to stand by the wall and he soon came up behind me and peppered kisses down my neck

“Hands on the wall” he growled moving my hands to the wall “and legs apart.”

“How far apart?”

“As far as you can” he growled running his finger across my hips so I did as he said moving my legs to stand with my feet as far from each other as I could “perfect babydoll” he growled kissing my shoulder and down my spine finally reaching my coxis and he moved to his knees and pulled the hem of the dress up to my waist doing the same to my underdress until my bare skin was exposed he chuckled as he exposed me giving my ass a soft but firm jiggle before he playfully bit me softly enough it didn't hurt me but enough his teeth would mark my skin

“What's next?”

“Doctor will tell you babydoll” he whispered as he moved himself I didn't know what he was doing until it all became clear as he gently moved to kneel between me and the wall under my dress and he began to kiss my clit stroking my pussy softly and slowly I gasped in shock but very quickly melted into his kisses

“Uhh jack-”

“Nice and quiet babydoll. Doctors working” he cooed between kisses

I did my best to keep quiet but that wasn't exactly easy with him kissing and sucking at my clit often feeling my wetness drip down my legs, I moaned uncontrollably as his fingers slipped inside me

“Uhhhh! Jack please -”

“Your absolutely soaked babydoll, your dripping on my floor your so wet” he growled playfully amused by his torment luckily he pulled away and stood pressing himself and me completely to the wall “you ready for more?” He whispered in my ear his hand stroking me slipping his fingers back inside as he

“Uhhh yes doctor -”

“That's my girl” he smirked moving his hand fast and hard

“Uhhhhh!”

“take off your dress.”

“What-”

“You heard me.” He smirked taking his hand away sitting in his bed leaning in the wall with a wicked smirk “strip for me like a little burlesque dancer”

I blushed a little but went over and stood Infront of his bed slowly but surely I removed each layer of my dress until absolutely nothing was hidden from him by now he was almost biting his lip Off, a dark lustful look in his eyes as he made sute he saw every last inch of my body.

“What's next doctor?” I smiled

His response silent and simple he simply brought his hand up and curled his index finger towards himself summoning me closer with the familiar ‘come hither’ gesture. I made sure to playfully take my time making each step take a good ten seconds just to frustrate him further until I was an inch from his bed and by then I was in reach and he'd had enough waiting. He grabbed my hips and forced me into his lap my thighs each side of him pulling me so tight not an inch of us was apart all that concealed him his rough worn trousers

“This what you want?’ he asked between kisses across my lower jaw

“Yes” I smiled sliding my hands down his shoulders, down his chest and slipping my hand under his trousers and underwear to take him in my hand

“ummmm! Ride my babydoll” he whispered

“Yes doctor” I giggled moving to kiss down his neck even giving his neck little nibbles which was enough to have him clawing at my back like an irate kitten before he undid his trousers and pushed them and his underwear down letting his erection free

“Ride me. Now” he demanded forcing my hips forward so I had no choice but feel him force his way inside me only half way but still

“Uhhhhh! Jack!” I gasped in shock and the suddenness of feeling him inside me gripping his hair as I pulled his head into my chest not that he minded slowly I lowered myself until I was at his base and he had filled me utterly full with himself trying to think straight and get my breath he smirked and leant back leaning his elbows in his bed

“Ride babydoll” he growled

“Well its doctors orders” I blushed resting my hands on his stomach as I began to move my hips I started with gentle bounces but soon found myself riding him intensely gasping often and trying not to squeal even if many a moan and groan escaped until he began to thrust up forcing me to keep to this pace he desired smirking hard as he watched clearly very much enjoying the sight of me over him especially the longer it went on as the less I was about to hold my sounds back knowing I was already close just from bouncing on him this long he smirked and kissed from the centre of my chest up to my ear

“You know what the sexiest thing you do is?” He whispered

“No?’ I blushed

He smirked biting his lip as he rubbed my nose on his own “say my name.’

“What?” I giggled

“The sexiest thing you do, is when you say my name.” He growled “I fucking love hearing you moan my name in the throws of eztacy. Ummm you make my name sound so good babydoll” he smirked kissing me and rubbing my clit

“Uhhh ! Ughhhhh! Jack please -”

“Umm see how good you sound” he smirked

“Uuuughhhhh jack stop please I'll-” I whined

“Yeah? Want me to stop. say my name”

“Uhh jack! Please!”

“Louder” he demanded rubbing harder speeding up his thrusts leaving me utterly at his mercy

“Ahhhh jack!” I squealed

“Louder”

“Uuuughhhhh uughh jack!” I screamed feeling like I was moments from my high

“Ummmm fuck-” he groans pulling my face closer so he could rest his forehead on mine “my name sounds so good from your lips babydoll.” he moaned “ummm show me how much you love me” he demanded

And in that moment I hit my wall my whole body felt the wave of pleasure across my every inch, throwing my head back and squeezing around him slightly squirting in him “fuck! You really must love me” he gasped “bad bad girl” he smirked spanking my ass hard “I didn't say you could cum.”

“I couldn't help it” I whined resting my head on his shoulder as he moved my hips himself

“Awww you poor thing, did it feel good?”

“Amazing”

“I bet it did, now. Make me cum” he demanded

“How should -”

“You know how babydoll”

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praisethegabs · 7 months

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FREAK

Re2r!Leon x Scientist!Reader

synopsis: Leon is a test subject, a freak. He can't remember the world outside, and he doesn't have any notion of time. All he knows is pain. He doesn't have any hope left. He knows he'll die in there, completely alone, traumatized and scared. Until he meets you, the new leading supervisor.

warnings: angst, mentions of torture, blood, psychological abuse, trust issues, umbrella being umbrella. If you feel uncomfortable with this type of subject, DO NOT read it.

word count: 5106k

a/n: i got inspired by the c.ai bot from driftedlovers and made my own version after weeks chatting with the said bot. dividers are from @cafekitsune ♡

some people survive chaos, and this is how they grow. and some people thrive in chaos because chaos is all they know (unknown author)

Inside the white walls, Leon had no idea how the day was outside, if it was cold, raining, or if it was a sunny day.

He had no windows. All he could see was white every day.

He was there for so long that he barely remembered anything from the outside. His last memory from the world outside was something blue until he woke up inside that padded room.

Now, Leon used to be experimented with almost every day.

He hated when those doctors went inside his room to take him somewhere else. He knew he would feel pain and return to his room with new open wounds, purple marks, and blood. Why? He can't answer.

The only thing he knew was that he was kidnapped by Umbrella. He was their lab rat. A helpless man who was abused and experimented every single day. They didn't care about him at all. He tried to escape a thousand times, but he failed every single one of them.

Today, however, was the worst.

Leon came back from another round of tests and experiments, and he was bleeding a lot. His entire body seemed to be burning with excruciating pain. He was on the verge of tears. He crawled to his bed, his body shaking. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to imagine somewhere peaceful, where he couldn't be hurt or touched by those monsters.

His eyes were about to cry when he heard someone walking inside. He slowly opened his eyes, his heart already beating faster inside his chest with pure fear. He was hoping to be one of the scientists, ready to take him again to the room.

But it wasn't one of the monsters.

"Hey" you said gently at him, your hand holding a first aid kit. "May I?"

You were pointing to his side, he followed your finger to his direction and with those scared eyes, he slightly nodded his head. Leon was taught — in the painful method — he wasn't allowed to talk with the scientists, only to talk when he was spoken to, and he could only say "yes, sir" or "yes, ma'am".

"I'm not gonna hurt you" You smiled very friendly at him, getting closer and kneeling next to his side. "It's okay, you can talk to me. I'm not gonna punish you"

"Who are you?" Leon asked, his voice full of suspicious and fear. You knew he was scared. You actually could tell he was terrified.

"I'm a cool and friendly scientist" You smiled and noticed that his eyes were on your ID, where he could read your name. "I'm the new supervisor. I saw that your ID is Experiment N⁰ One, but I'm not interested in titles and IDs. Can you tell me your name?"

Leon was now shocked. All the time he was in there, no one cared to know his name. To them, he was just a freak, an abomination. A lab rat. But you, you weren't like the others. You were the first person to show him kindness.

"I'm... Leon" he said, and the sound of his own name made him think he almost forgot who he was.

"Nice to meet you, Leon" You smiled again, stretching your hand so he could shake it. You noticed his arm full of scars, new cuts, and blood. "Let's take a look at those injuries, shall we?"

Leon watched you cautiously, his eyes filled with suspicion and fear. He had learned the hard way not to trust anyone in this place. But there was something about your demeanor that made him hesitate. You seemed genuinely concerned for his well-being.

You carefully cleaned and dressed his wounds, your touch surprisingly gentle. As you worked, you noticed the fear in Leon's eyes and spoke in a reassuring tone,

"You don't have to be afraid of me, Leon. I'm here to help, not to hurt." You said gently, using a wet cotton to clean one of his wounds.

You began to clean his wounds with a gentle touch, the antiseptic sting a harsh reminder of his painful existence. Leon winced as you tended to a particularly deep gash on his arm. Then, as if unable to contain his thoughts any longer, he spoke in a soft, broken voice.

"I miss the outside world," he admitted, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I don't understand why they're using us for these cruel and painful experiments. We're humans, not lab rats."

You paused for a moment, your hands still on his injured arm. Your eyes met his, filled with a mixture of empathy and helplessness.

"I know, Leon," you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. "I wish I had answers for you, but I'm just as much a pawn in this as you are. All I can do is try to ease your pain."

Leon went silent again. He had every reason to be suspicious towards you, and you couldn't blame him for this. Although your touch was gentle, and you moved with a quiet assurance that contrasted with the harsh, you could still feel the clinical atmosphere of the facility. Leon couldn't help but be suspicious, a feeling he had grown accustomed to over time.

As you worked, you noticed the fear in Leon's eyes, the deep-rooted mistrust that had taken hold of him after countless experiments and cruel treatment. You paused again for a moment, looking into his eyes with genuine concern.

"Leon," you began softly, "I can see that you're scared, and you have every reason to be. But I want you to know that I'm different. I'm not like the others who have come before me."

Leon regarded you with a mixture of skepticism and curiosity. He had heard similar promises in the past, only to be let down.

"I promise you, Leon, I'll be back to keep you some company. You're not just an experiment here. And I believe in treating you with the respect and kindness you deserve." You continued, yourr voice unwavering.

Leon studied your face, searching for any hint of deception, but he found none. Perhaps it was the sincerity in your eyes, or maybe it was the exhaustion of isolation that made him yearn for human connection once more.

"Okay," Leon whispered, his voice trembling with a mixture of hope and fear. "I'll be here."

"I'll be back, Leon. You're not alone in this anymore." You smiled, a glimmer of warmth in the cold, white, and sterile room.

With that promise, you finished cleaning Leon's wounds and left the room, leaving him with a newfound sense of anticipation and a flicker of hope that had long been extinguished. He was wondering why you were so kind at him because he was betrayed before. He had no reason to trust you.

Leon lay on the bed of his room, the sterile walls bearing silent witness to his torment. The memory of your unexpected kindness lingered in his mind like a flickering candle in the dark. He couldn't help but wonder why you had been different from the others, why you had chosen to treat his wounds with care.

His thoughts churned with suspicion and confusion. The trauma of the countless painful experiments he had endured had left him scarred, both physically and mentally. He had learned to trust no one in this sterile prison, where cruelty was the norm.

As Leon's mind raced, his heart pounded with anxiety. He questioned whether your kindness had been genuine or if it was merely a cruel ploy to manipulate him further. The fear that he had been fooled gnawed at him, twisting his already frayed nerves into tighter knots.

Hours turned into days, and Leon's stress and paranoia grew. He replayed every interaction with you in his mind, dissecting your words and actions for any signs of deceit. But the more he thought, the less he understood. You seemed genuinely different, but how could he be sure?

In the suffocating silence of his padded room, Leon's thoughts became a torment of their own. He longed for answers for a sliver of hope to cling to, but the shadows of doubt and fear loomed large. All he could do was wait, haunted by the uncertainty of your true intentions and the relentless trauma that had brought him to this point.

You were so busy during the weeks that you had no time to see anybody.

You were full with paperwork to do, files to read, and new reports to send to oversight. One file took all of your attention; it was the one from Leon. That said file had every report from the tests he was submitted into and what every supervisor before you did to him. You brought his file to your home. You needed to understand his condition better. All you knew was that he was there for years and he probably couldn't remember his own age. He was taken into the lab at a very young age, and he had no contact with the exterior.

No family, no friends. He was an orphan.

That's why he was the perfect subject for Umbrella. If he died, no one would come crying to collect his body. He had excellent grades at school, and he aspired to be a cop, which was according to his essays; Leon had everything the scientists were looking for, and that's why he was abducted so young. The sad part?

That boy was broken inside and out. His file had pictures of him being tested, naked, and exposed to a lot of painful experiments. They were doing atrocities with him, and now you could understand why he was looking terrified at you.

He was, at one point, drugged and abused. Those scientists under your supervision did a lot of things on him, and the more you read his file, the more disgusted you felt.

As you read through the file, your heart ached for Leon. You had met him only a few days ago, but in that short time, you had seen glimpses of the pain and trauma that haunted him. Now, with this file in your hands, you finally understood the full extent of his suffering.

The decision was clear in your mind.

You had to befriend him and offer him solace and support. In his condition, being manipulated, tortured and abused, hidden from the world, and unable to see the sun, Leon needed someone who wouldn't hurt him, someone who would stand by his side. You knew you had to do something. You needed time.

It was true that you were tired of everything you did for Umbrella Corporation.

Your soul was tainted with the horrors you made in the name of science. At least, you were trying to convince yourself you were doing good, even knowing you were actually drowned in chaos, your mind always remembering you that you were actually hurting others. You hated yourself every day.

You barely could look at your own image in the mirror.

At first, you were happy. After all, you have always been a loyal employee of Umbrella Corporation, working diligently in their research division. It was a prestigious job, one that paid well and provided you with a comfortable life. But it had also demanded your silence and your complicity in the face of questionable experiments and ethically dubious decisions.

But that thought changed after a year.

Suddenly, that beautiful image you had from them twisted into something dark and horrible. You had to face the truth, and it was crushing you.

You felt only shame and guilt. And it was burning you inside, and you couldn't sleep at night. Your conscience was heavy with everything you did for them, and now, you had one small opportunity to make things right. You had a small window, and you needed to act quickly.

After you arrived at the lab, the first thing you did was walk to his room. The security was high, but your ID card let you walk inside without any problem. And he was there. His white clothes had small spots of dried blood, and he seemed to be sleeping. You sighed.

"You came back" you hear him say, his voice surprised, and somehow, he wasn't so scared of you anymore.

"I told you I would come back. I'm sorry if I took long enough" you said, taking small steps towards him, because you don't know if he'll let you get closer.

"Why are you here?" Leon asks, and then you can notice he's fully aware and suspicious towards you. "Why do you care so much about me?"

"Let's just say... I want to make things right" you muttered, more to yourself than to him.

"I don't buy it" Leon looks at you, his eyes full of doubts and fears. Of course, he wouldn't trust you immediately. You needed to earn him first.

"I know, and you have every reason to do so. But I don't mind spending my time trying to convince you I mean no harm" you said, taking another step closer, as your hands lay next to your body to let him know you're telling the truth. "I'm the cool scientist, remember?"

Leon smirked, but it was a sarcastic one.

"All the others told me the same bullshit and look what happened to me!" He almost shouts, his voice sounds angry. "At the end of the day, you are all the same, and I end up bleeding with a new scar"

The tension in the room was palpable, like an electric charge in the air. Leon stood on one side, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his eyes locked in a steely glare. On the other side of the room, you were facing him with a calm determination that belied the storm raging within you.

"Leon, I need you to understand something," you finally began, your voice steady and resolute. "I said it before, but I won't hurt you. I know you don't trust me, but I promise you, I'm not here to harm you."

Leon's jaw tightened, and he took a step back, his distrust evident in every fiber of his being. He had been through too much in his life to simply trust someone, especially someone like you, who was a relative stranger.

"You're just like the others" Leon muttered, his voice a low growl. "And you're here only to bring me more pain"

"I know you've been let down in the past, Leon. But I want to help you. I believe in you, and I'm committed to seeing you well" You took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to break through Leon's wall of suspicion.

Leon's eyes flickered with a mix of anger and uncertainty. He had heard promises like this before, and they had always led to disappointment. He couldn't afford to be let down again, not when so much was at stake.

"Why should I believe you?" Leon demanded, his voice rising.

You took a step closer, closing the physical gap between the both of you, but realizing that the emotional gap was still vast.

"Because I've been where you are, Leon. I've faced my own demons and fought my own battles. I know what it's like to be in a dark place, and I want to be the light that guides you out of it." You said to him, your voice still showing respect and kindness.

Leon's anger seemed to waver, but he wasn't ready to let his guard down completely.

"Actions speak louder than words," he said, his voice softer now, but still laced with doubt.

"You're absolutely right, Leon. I can make promises all day, but it's my actions that will prove my sincerity. Give me a chance to show you that I mean what I say." You nodded in understanding.

As you extended your hand toward Leon, he hesitated for a moment before reluctantly reaching out to shake it. Your hands met, and in that simple gesture, a fragile bridge of trust began to form. You knew that gaining Leon's trust would be a long and challenging journey, but you were determined to prove to him that you are different, that you were there to help him heal, not hurt him.

Two months had passed by since your first meeting, and that day, you told him you weren't there to hurt him.

And every since that day, Leon still had trouble to trust you, despite all the attempts to befriend him. You were trying, and you knew you were getting in there. Slowly, but effective.

Leon had become all too familiar with the routine of his daily experiments. Each morning, they would escort him down the cold, sterile hallways of the facility, his heart heavy with dread. The scientists, faceless behind their masks and lab coats, were relentless in their pursuit of knowledge, no matter the cost.

Today was different, though. As they strapped him onto the cold metal table, he felt a shiver of apprehension. The restraints were tighter, the needles sharper, and the machines more ominous. Leon's breath quickened as he watched them prepare the apparatus, their voices hushed in clinical conversation.

"Definitely a freak" one of them muttered, and the other laughed. "I mean... look at him. Looks like a walking corpse or whatever he looks like"

Leon was also used to the mean comments they made about him. It was easy for them to mock him. After all, they didn't starve the way Leon did. They weren't underweight as he was, and, of course, they had a place to call home, where they could live a normal life — something that was taken from him.

The first shock sent searing pain coursing through his veins. Leon's body arched in agony, his screams echoing off the sterile walls. He clenched his fists, trying to endure the torment, but his willpower crumbled with each successive jolt.

Hours passed, or maybe it was mere minutes, but to Leon, it felt like an eternity. He lost track of time as they pushed him beyond his limits, subjecting him to doses of needles, shocks, burns, and the ice room. The pain was excruciating, and he wondered how much more his frail body could endure.

Finally, they released him from the restraints, and Leon fell to the cold, hard floor. He was drenched in sweat, his body trembling with the aftermath of the ordeal. His mind was a fog of agony, and he struggled to make sense of his surroundings as they dragged him back to his padded room.

As they locked the heavy door behind him, Leon crumpled to the ground, more hurt than he had ever been before. The pain was unbearable, but there was something else too — an overwhelming sense of despair. He knew that tomorrow would bring another round of experiments, and he was trapped in this never-ending nightmare with no hope of escape.

The harsh, buzzing fluorescent lights above Leon's padded room flickered as the heavy door creaked open. Suddenly, you stepped inside, your footsteps muted by the cushioned floor. You carried a small medical kit and wore a look of sympathy that clashed with your usual clinical demeanor. Something that both of you were used to do, since you were promoted to supervision.

Leon lay on the floor, his body battered and broken from the day's experiments. His breath came in ragged gasps, and his face was contorted with pain. Silently, you knelt beside him, your gloved hands gentle as yoi began to assess his injuries.

The room was cold, the sterile walls offering no comfort. You worked in silence, tending to Leon's wounds with meticulous care that seemed out of place in this cold, heartless facility. You cleaned and dressed his wounds, your touch as tender as it was professional.

As you worked, Leon's eyes filled with tears. He had endured so much, and the pain had become his constant companion. But it was your expected kindness that broke the dam. The tears streamed down his face, and he choked back sobs, unable to contain the flood of emotions that overwhelmed him.

You paused in your ministrations, your eyes meeting Leon's with a mixture of understanding and sorrow. You didn't say a word, but your presence alone offered a glimmer of humanity in this otherwise soulless place.

Leon's sobs became louder, and his body was now jointing. He felt pain, and he was truly scared. He couldn't hold his feelings anymore.

"Please, you have to help me. They... they won't stop. I can't take it anymore." Leon's tears flowed freely now as he looked up at you, his voice choked with pain and desperation.

Gently, you set aside your medical supplies and leaned closer to him, your voice soft and soothing.

"It's going to be okay, Leon," you whispered. "I promise you, I'll find a way to end your suffering. You don't deserve this. I'll do whatever it takes to make sure this ends".

"I... I can't do this anymore..." Leon sobs again, not caring with you seeing his tears. He was desperate. "Please..."

You sighed heavily, your heart aching with the sight of him hurt like that. You needed to help him. You needed to do something.

"I'll see what I can do" you whispered, then you wiped the tears from his eyes. "Now, take some rest"

Leon cried until he fell asleep, curled with his blanket. When you saw him like that, you knew you were done with Umbrella and everything they did. Something was forming inside your mind; a plan? An escape route? Where would you take him? How?

You had a lot of questions and, unfortunately, no answers.

Over the next weeks, you started to prepare your escape. You already had your resignation letter written and a safe location to take Leon. You even took a weekend off just to prepare the place to take him. You had medical supplies, clothes, food, and everything you both would need.

It was risky, but you needed to try.

You had secretly collected a stash of supplies over the months, carefully hidden away in the recesses of your country house. You knew the facility's routines and security measures like the back of your hand. You had observed the guards' shifts and the vulnerabilities in their surveillance. You were more than prepared.

This would be the night.

When you went inside his room, he wasn't there. You checked his schedule and saw he was — again — in the experiment room. You had finally reached your breaking point. You couldn't bear to see Leon's suffering continue any longer.

Leon's condition had deteriorated to the point where he could barely move, let alone stand. You knew you had to act swiftly and decisively. You had already obtained a wheelchair, hidden away in a storage closet for weeks, just waiting for the right moment. You walk inside the building, trying to find the right room. Your mind and heart racing with thousand of thoughts.

Until you hear him.

Strapped to a cold metal table, he braced himself for the pain he knew was coming. The first shock hit him like a lightning bolt, searing through his body and causing his muscles to convulse. Leon clenched his teeth, tears streaming down his face as he struggled to endure. The room echoed with his screams, a symphony of suffering that went unheard beyond these walls.

"Stop this experiment now!" You commanded, your voice cutting through the chaos as you burst into the room.

"But... why?" One of the scientists asks, confused.

"I've made a new schedule. He's not going to be tested today" you replied harshly.

The scientists froze, their instruments suspended mid-air. You hurried to Leon's side, releasing him from his restraints with urgency. You spared no time in scooping him up gently, cradling his trembling body in your arms.

"But what are we supposed to do now?" The same scientist asked again, still confused.

"There's another test subject. You can use them" you said, helping Leon stand up.

Saying that, you carried him out of the experiment room, Leon's vision blurred, and he could barely comprehend what was happening. He clung to the sensation of being held, of being rescued from the torment he was passing through.

You took him back to his padded room, laying him down on the bed. You knelt beside him, your expression a mix of sympathy and anger.

"Rest now, Leon," you said softly, brushing his hair away from his tear-stained face. "I won't let them hurt you like this anymore. This will end today, I promise"

Leon tried to mutter something, but he was so tired that his words were beyond comprehension. You went back to your office, just waiting for the perfect time.

You were nervous, and anyone could tell that you were more aggressive than usual, despite the fact that you were always kind to everyone. This plan needed to work, or both of you would definitely die. Your eyes were glued to the watch in your wall, and the time seemed to freeze.

Your heart ached, and you felt anxious.

When the clock finally turned midnight, you knew what you needed to do. Silently, with a heavy heart, you approached Leon's padded room, your pulse quickening with each step. You had prepared a syringe with a sedative, a necessary measure to keep him asleep and prevent him from experiencing any more pain.

Entering the room, you saw Leon lying on the padded bed, his eyes hollow and empty. His frail body was a mere shell of what it had once been, and you couldn't help but feel a deep sense of sorrow for him. You administered the sedative with a gentle touch, whispering soothing words to him as he slipped into a deep, dreamless slumber.

Carefully, you lifted Leon's limp form and gently placed him in the wheelchair. You secured him with the safety straps, ensuring he wouldn't fall during their escape. Then you wheeled him out of the room, moving with purpose through the corridors, your heart heavy with the weight of your escape plan.

As you both approached your car parked discreetly in the shadows, you couldn't help but glance back at the facility you both were leaving behind — a place of horrors, pain, and despair. You had made a difficult choice, one that would change both of your lives forever, but you were determined to keep Leon safe, even if it meant going to great lengths to do so.

With Leon sedated and safely secured in the wheelchair, you carefully loaded him into your car, your eyes never leaving his peaceful, albeit frail form.

"I've got you" you whispered, covering his weak body with a blanket and then closing the door.

The night was a tapestry of stars above as you drove, your eyes fixed on the darkened road ahead. Hours stretched on, the miles slipping away beneath the tires of your car. In the back seat, Leon lay motionless, a fragile figure in the interior, protected by the cozy blanket and the warm air.

Every so often, you stole a glance at the rearview mirror, your worry etched on your face. You constantly checked on him to make sure he was still asleep and unharmed. His breathing was steady, a reassuring rhythm amidst the uncertainty of your journey.

The countryside passed by in a blur of shadowy trees and moonlit fields. You kept driving, the tension in your shoulders slowly easing as the miles between you two and the lab grew. You couldn't help but think about the risk you had taken, the consequences if you were caught, but the determined look in Leon's eyes when he had awakened for a brief moment had given you the strength to carry on.

Finally, you two arrived at your country house, a remote sanctuary nestled far from prying eyes. You parked the car in the driveway and carefully opened the back door. Leon remained peacefully asleep, his vulnerability tugging at your heartstrings.

Gently, she took him from the car to the wheelchair, your arms trembling with the weight of his frail form. You took him into the cozy house, the scent of pine and wood welcoming them. You placed him in a comfortable bed, covering him with a warm blanket.

You watched over him for a while, relief washing over you as you saw that he was still sleeping peacefully. You knew this new journey was far from over, that you both had many challenges ahead, but in this moment, under the soft moonlight that filtered through the curtains, Leon was safe.

As exhaustion finally caught up with you, you settled into a chair in the room, your eyes never leaving Leon's slumbering figure. You were determined to protect him, to give him a chance at a life free from the horrors of the lab.

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains of the country house, casting a gentle glow on the room. Leon began to stir, his eyelids fluttering open. Confusion washed over him as he realized he was no longer in the familiar confines of the lab.

Panic welled up within him, and he tried to sit up, but his body felt heavy and weak. As he struggled, tears welled up in his eyes, and he cried out in despair.

You had been dozing in a nearby chair, tired that you fell asleep quickly, then you awoke with a start. You rushed to Leon's side, your voice filled with soothing reassurance.

"Leon, it's alright. You're safe now. You're not in the lab anymore." You tell him, your voice calm and kind.

"I... I can't believe it," he stammered, his voice trembling. "Is this real?" Leon's breaths came in ragged sobs as he looked at you, his eyes searching for the truth in your words.

You nodded, your eyes filled with empathy.

"Yes, it's real," you whispered. "You're free now, Leon. No more experiments, no more pain."

Tears streamed down Leon's cheeks as he absorbed the reality of his situation. He had spent so long in that nightmarish place that the idea of escape had seemed impossible. But here, in this tranquil room, with you by his side, hope blossomed within him. You reached out and gently brushed the tears from his face.

"It's okay to cry, Leon," you said softly. "You've been through so much. But now, we're going to build a new life together, away from the lab."

As Leon's sobs gradually subsided, he clung to your words, the promise of a brighter future. In your compassionate presence, he began to believe that perhaps, just perhaps, he could leave the horrors of the lab behind and find a life filled with warmth and kindness.

Leon finally felt the sun touching his skin. Finally, he was allowed to see the sunrise and to see the world again.

He was free.

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looks of a princess ~ eleventh doctor;doctor who

word count: 3736

request?: no

description: after travelling to medieval times, a flirtatious king takes interest in the doctor’s companion, and the doctor is a little jealous

pairing: eleventh doctor x female!reader

warnings: swearing, jealousy, use of y/n

masterlist (one, two, three)

“I hate when you don’t tell me where we’re going,” (Y/N) muttered as the TARDIS lurched again. “I always feel like I need to prepare for whatever is going to happen.”

“You don’t need to prepare for anything this time,” the Doctor insisted. “Just let me surprise you, we’ll have fun!”

“Remember last time you said you would surprise me with fun? We ended up surrounded by Daleks and narrowly escaping their attacks.”

The Doctor moved away from the controls and cupped (Y/N)’s face. “This one will be a fun surprise. I promise.”

He kissed the top of her head, then went back to the controls. (Y/N) wanted to argue further, but she knew there was no use. The Doctor had a very different definition of “fun” than most, and it was nearly impossible to convince him when he was wrong. And she had to admit, the Doctor never went looking for trouble. Trouble just found him. Besides all that, it was also just impossible to argue with the Doctor when he was showing her affection, which they were both well aware of.

She braced as the TARDIS began making a noise that indicated they would be landing soon. As usual, the TARDIS landed with a rough thud and would’ve thrown the two of them to the ground if they hadn’t been prepared. The Doctor was smiling his big, goofy smile as he rushed to the door and threw it open with a flourish. (Y/N) looked around him at where they were supposed to be. “A forest?”

The Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS and looked around. “I could’ve swore I had our coordinates to land at the castle.”

(Y/N) stopped in her tracks and looked at him. “Castle?! You were planning to crash land in front of a castle?!”

“Well, I wasn’t planning to crash land. But, the surprise is ruined now, so yes. I brought up back to medieval times so you could see a real castle, and real knights. Maybe even a king or a queen.”

She walked over and wrapped her arms around his neck. “That’s so sweet, if not a little scary because I’m sure we would’ve been thrown into a dungeon if we crashed that close to the castle.”

The Doctor chuckled and put his arms around her waist. he was pulling her in for a kiss when they both heard something. They paused to listen. It sounded like heavy thumping against the ground, slowly getting louder and closer. They were pulling away from each other just as a group of men in metal suits of amour, some riding horses, broke through the trees and into the clearing where (Y/N) and the Doctor landed.

Knights.

Knights with pointy weapons aimed at them.

The Doctor pulled (Y/N) close to him, protectively. “Gentlemen, we mean no harm.”

“Who are you?” the lead knight demanded.

“I am the Doctor. This is my...associate, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. Years of dating (exactly how many years was still a bit wonky because of timey wimey stuff), and the Doctor was still weird about calling her his girlfriend.

“We’ve come to visit your beautiful land,” the Doctor explained.

“We heard sounds like an explosion,” the knight said, eying the two of them suspiciously.

“That was just...our...carriage?”

The knights shared a look before the lead said, “You’re coming with us to the king.”

Two knights tried to approach to take them, but they assured the knights they’d come willingly. (Y/N) bit her tongue to keep in an “I told you so”. She knew this wasn’t what the Doctor had planned, but it really did just prove her point that there was never an uneventful tried with him.

The two of them were marched to a castle that wasn’t too far from where they had landed. (Y/N) marveled at it as they got closer. It looked exactly like the castles from fairy tales and medieval shows and movies. It was huge with a moat around it. The drawbridge lowered as they got closer, someone obviously watching for their arrival. The group led the two inside, but only three knights ended up bringing them to the king.

He was a younger looking man, surprisingly. (Y/N) was assuming he was going to be an old man, but he was close to her age, and quite handsome. He looked down at them as they approached. When they stopped, he was still watching them, expectantly. It took the Doctor a moment to realize what he was waiting for. “Oh! Bow!”

They moved simultaneously to bow.

“Who are you?” asked the king.

“I am the Doctor, this is (Y/N).”

He raised an eyebrow. “You are a doctor?”

“Well, no. It’s like a...um...a stage name!” The king still looked suspicious. The Doctor turned to (Y/N) as if looking for backup, but she looked just as confused. “We are traveling...magicians. That’s why we have such funny looking clothes, and the loud noise you heard before. We were, um, practicing a trick! Went a bit wrong. We sincerely apologize.”

The king’s gaze turned to (Y/N). His expression seemed to soften greatly when he did, which definitely did not go unnoticed by the Doctor.

“Is this true, my lady?” he asked. “Are you two magicians?”

She nodded quickly.

“We were traveling to see your lovely castle,” the Doctor explained.

The flattery seemed to work, on top of the presence of a beautiful lady, the Doctor was sure.

The king stood from his throne. “It seems there has been a misunderstanding, then. I would like to apologize and offer you both lodgings in the castle for the night.”

The Doctor looked over at (Y/N). Her eyes were shining with excitement at the offer. As much as he wanted to say no and leave, he couldn’t when she looked like that. He plastered on a smile and agreed. The answer delighted the king, who stepped down from his throne to shake their hands. He grasped (Y/N)’s hand very warmly. Even she seemed startled by the gesture.

“My name is King Harold Evergreen,” he said, to both of them but definitely mainly to (Y/N). “I am honored to have you both here.”

~~~~~~

(Y/N) was still marveling at everything hours later. They were shown to the room they would be staying in, which was huge as well. She only got glimpses of the halls and other rooms as they were guided to their room, but King Harold promised an actual tour later on. (Y/N) felt like she was living in a fairytale.

The Doctor, however, was not taken with everything. He had been at first, until they had met the king, and until the king started to show clear interest in (Y/N).

There hadn’t been many times when the Doctor felt such strong feelings of jealousy. Mainly because he never expected for any of his companions to be around for long. Something always happened that made him lose his companions eventually. He always told himself not to get too close or else he’d end up hurt again, and every time he was right. But (Y/N) had stuck around. He let himself get close; he let himself fall in love. And she was still here with him years later.

So, yeah, he didn’t love that a king was taking interest in the woman he loved.

(Y/N) looked over at him. While she was taking it all in, he was sat on the bed with an expression that could only be classified as a pout. She giggled and moved towards the bed. She climbed onto it - literally since the bed was so high up.

“Geez, you could fit, like, ten people in this,” she said. When the Doctor didn’t so much as crack a smile, she poked his side. “Awe, what’s wrong? I thought you wanted to see the castle.”

“I did,” he said. “But now we’ve seen it, and I think we should leave.”

“We can leave in the morning. When will we get the chance to stay in a castle again?”

“We could try again in a few years, when King Harold already has a wife.”

He muttered it, but (Y/N) heard it. An amused smile crossed on her face as she moved closer to him.

“Is someone jealous?” she asked.

The Doctor scoffed. “No, of course not.”

“No, totally. You’re just here literally pouting and being broody because that’s what you do. Of course.” She sat next to him and leaned in so her shoulder was touching his shoulder. “You don’t need to be jealous, you know. We won’t be here for long anyways, and I’m sure his interest in me is just because I am a woman he hasn’t met yet. I’m sure he’s already betrothed to marry someone.”

“Not all kingdoms did betrothals. There were plenty of instances in history where the king was allowed to court whatever woman he wanted and propose to her.”

“Then I’m sure that’s what he’s already done. From what little I know of history, kings his age are supposed to be popping out heirs by now. He probably has a fiancée, and the second we leave he’ll have forgotten about me completely.”

A knock came at the door. (Y/N) got up from the bed and went to open it. Stood there was one of the castle’s maidens with something large in her hands. She curtsied to them both, which caused them to share a look that was a mixture of confusion and amusement.

“Hello, lady (Y/N),” the young woman said. “King Harold has requested I bring this to you. He says he would like for you to wear it when you join him for dinner tonight.”

She passed the object she was holding to (Y/N). As (Y/N) took it, she realized it was a dress. A big, poofy, princess looking dress. If the fabric had been blue or yellow, it would have looked exactly like Cinderella or Belle’s dress. Before (Y/N) could ask anything, the maiden had left. (Y/N) nudged the door closed with her foot and turned back to the Doctor, who looked positively fuming.

“He’ll forget about you completely, hm?” he said.

There was no arguing this time. He had sent her a beautiful gown, and made sure she knew he expected to see her at dinner, but there was no mention of the Doctor joining them. Of course, he was going to anyways, but it was hard to ignore the fact that King Harold was making it very clear that while the Doctor was a guest of the castle, (Y/N) was his guest.

~~~~~~

(Y/N) almost refused to wear the dress, but the Doctor convinced her it would be best to put it on.

“You don’t want to offend him in his own castle,” he reminded her.

Upon seeing her in the dress, the Doctor was able to set aside his jealousy for a moment. She looked absolutely beautiful in it; like a princess. Even though she was trying to hide her delight for the sake of the Doctor’s feelings, he could see that she was ecstatic to be wearing something so beautiful.

He took her hands in his and pulled her close to him. “You look wonderful, my love.”

She beamed at him. “Thank you. Do you think we’d be able to sneak this out tomorrow morning?”

The Doctor chuckled and leaned down to kiss her. While he would rather not carry around the reminder of another man trying to woo her, if (Y/N) wanted to keep the dress, he would make sure they kept it.

Another knock came at the door. (Y/N) moved to answer it again, expecting it to be another maiden. She was surprised to see King Harold stood there instead.

“Your highness,” she said, quickly bowing before she could forget herself.

“No need for that,” King Harold told her. “You are here as my guest. No more need for formalities. I just came to see if you got the present I sent for you.” His eyes wandered over her in a way that made the Doctor’s hands curl into fists. “I see I have gotten my answer.”

“Yes, it’s very lovely. Thank you so much.”

“I’m glad it fit. We have so much clothes laying around the castle from former kings and queens, I was sure there would be something to fit you.”

(Y/N)’s eyes went wide. “This...this belonged to...to a queen?”

“My great grandmother, in fact. The first woman to rule the kingdom on her own. She was near the end of her reign before she met my grandfather, a widower with four children. She married him and took in my grandfather and his siblings.”

It was a lot to process. She was wearing the gown of a former queen. A queen who ruled the country on her own, at a time where that was likely unheard of. She knew the dress had to belong to someone in the castle, but she never even entertained the idea that it belonged to one of King Harold’s ancestors.

She wanted to turn and face the Doctor to share her disbelief with him, but King Harold offered her an arm before she could. “Shall I give you that tour I promised? Dinner will be ready soon, but there is plenty to see between here and the dining hall.”

(Y/N) wasn’t thinking when she accepted the king’s arm. But the Doctor certainly was. He glared at their connected arms as King Harold led (Y/N) from the room. Neither of them had invited the Doctor to come along, but he did anyways. He wasn’t about to leave the two of them alone when it was very clear that King Harold had intentions to make (Y/N) stay in the castle forever.

The king was right in saying there was plenty to see between their room and the dining hall alone. Every hallways was lined with portraits of King Harold’s ancestors. There were official portraits of the rulers themselves, then family portraits of them with their spouses and children. There were many of just the children as well, some looking very professional and some that were obviously painted while the children were at play. King Harold made sure to stop at the pictures of him with his parents.

“I am an only child,” he told (Y/N). “It was very rare. My father had seven siblings himself. And it did not happen due to a lack of trying. Many say that my parents were just not lucky enough to be blessed with a big family.”

There were a number of more health related explanations on the tip of (Y/N)’s tongue, but she knew that was all modern stuff that the king would never understand now.

They finally made it to the dining hall. Just like everything else in the castle, it was a giant room. Probably just as big as the throne room they had been brought into when they first arrived. The table was big enough to seat at least a dozen people, and there was a large stone fireplace set up behind one of the heads of the table - King Harold’s seat, if (Y/N) had to guess. The table was set just for the three of them, with (Y/N) and the Doctor seated across from each other, King Harold in the middle at the head.

I suppose that’s better than being seated on the other end, the Doctor thought to himself.

They took their seats as food was brought into the room. (Y/N) had some struggles to sit, but finally figured out how to arrange the poof of her dress so she could sit comfortably without it being up in her face.

“Are we the only ones dining?” she asked.

“We are the only ones here, besides my staff,” the king responded.

“Your parents aren’t here? Or...or a wife?”

King Harold let out a booming laugh. “No, my parents no longer live here since my father stepped down from being king. That is another rarity, but I would much prefer them to step back and enjoy their older years as opposed to running themselves to death like other rulers usually do. And there is no queen currently. I had yet to pick someone to be my betrothed.”

(Y/N) glanced up at the Doctor. They both noticed King Harold’s choice of word: had.

The meal went on in silence. Or rather, in silence from (Y/N) and the Doctor. King Harold spoke plenty about himself and the history of the land. (Y/N) listened politely, while the Doctor continued to stab at his food.

“Tell me, how does one get into the business of magic?” Harold asked after a while. “It cannot be a profitable line of work for the two of you.”

“Oh...um...” (Y/N) started, trying to come up with a convincible story. “I believe it was the Doctor first who found out he was able to do small tricks. He...well, he met me and I was intrigued enough to follow him in his...journeys.”

The Doctor looked up at (Y/N) and they shared a small smile.

“Yes, but is it truly a fulfilling life?” King Harold asked again.

“I believe so. I have traveled to so many wonderful places that I never would’ve gotten to experience had I not met the Doctor,” (Y/N) said. Quickly she added, “And doing magic, of course. That’s...that’s always...fulfilling.”

“But do you believe you could be happy doing something else? Something more than being the assistant to a traveling magician?”

(Y/N) didn’t like where this was going.

When she didn’t speak, King Harold continued. “See, I have been looking for many years for someone to rule this kingdom by my side. I have met countless princesses and duchesses from other kingdoms, I have met common women from the town, but no one has caught my eye just yet. I am getting to an age where my time to find a wife and to have children of my own is starting to run short, but I am not one to marry just because it is expected of me. I want to marry for love, the way my great grandmother did.”

When King Harold reached for her hand, (Y/N) was too stunned to stop him.

“I believe you would make a perfect queen for this land, my lady,” he said. He started to raise (Y/N)’s hand to his lips when the Doctor suddenly stood, knocking his chair over and the crash putting an end to the moment.

“We’re leaving,” the Doctor said to (Y/N).

“I beg your pardon?” King Harold said.

“I will not stay in this castle for another second and watch you try to proposition my girlfriend.”

“Your what?”

“My love! She is my princess, or queen, or whatever you want to call her.” The Doctor moved around the table to take (Y/N)’s hand and pull her from her seat. “We’re going.”

(Y/N) was nervous that the king would send his guards after them, or at least he would send them after the Doctor and take him away so that King Harold could make her his queen without distraction. To her surprise, he called for someone to show them out. When she looked back at him as they rushed out the door, he seemed genuinely upset for them to go.

The Doctor led (Y/N) through the woods, which had gotten much darker during their time in the castle, and found the TARDIS with ease. He rushed both of them into it and slammed the door behind him. He was muttering to himself, cursing the king and calling him all sorts of names that would’ve gotten his head chopped off if he had said it while they were still in the castle.

After the shock had finally wore off, (Y/N) found control of her body again. She approached the Doctor and put a hand on his shoulder. He instantly fell silent and looked at her.

“I would never say yes,” she said.

“What?”

“To his proposition. I hope you know I would never have said yes to him.”

The Doctor was silent. He looked away from her to face the controls. She realized then that it wasn’t just jealousy that he was feeling.

“Were you worried I would’ve said yes and married him?” she asked.

He didn’t speak at first, but finally he said, “He gave you beautiful clothing, he gave you his undying attention, and he would’ve given you a title that anyone could ever dream of. He could’ve made you a fairytale princess.”

“But he is not you,” (Y/N) said. “Why would I want to spend my life with a man I only just met just because of what physical things he could give me? That is not love. Love is following a man in a bowtie into a police box and letting him take you anywhere in time and space for many years. Love is the willingness to do that again and again and again, because you can’t imagine a life without him anymore.”

There were tears welling up in the Doctor’s eyes. He quickly pulled (Y/N) into an embrace, causing her to laugh as she rested against him.

“I love you,” she said, her voice partially muffled by his tweed jacket.

“I love you, too,” he said.

“And, for the record, maybe you should start calling me your girlfriend when we meet new people. That way they won’t get the wrong idea going forward.”

The Doctor chuckled and pulled away to nod. “Yes, I suppose you’re right.”

She pulled him in for a kiss.

As they were finally coming down from the high that the trip had brought them, she realized that she was still wearing the dress from King Harold.

“I told you I would figure out a way for you to keep it,” the Doctor said, with a cheeky grin on his face.

“Yeah, all it took was you risking life in a medieval prison,” she teased.

“The things we do for love.”

#doctor who #the doctor #eleventh doctor #doctor who imagine #doctor who x reader #matt smith #matt smith imagine #matt smith x reader #imagine #one shot #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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robocoplesb · 8 months

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hope you don't get mad, nikki sixx. [2/2]

[★] part one

warnings: mention of labor, your daughter's name is ethel, fatherhood insecurities, anxiety, heather serving.

author's note: sorry for the delay🥹 hope you like it, work on it during class lol. good read<3

chapter two

vince ran to every corner of the hotel, cursing nikki every minute he went by without finding him. he didn't understand what was going on, but by the desperate way heather told him to get nikki and take him to the hospital, he assumed it was something urgent. he found the bassist at the back of the hotel, sitting on the hood of a car that definitely wasn't his and smoking.

“— nikki!” — he yelled as he got closer. when he got in front of nikki, he was panting and sweaty, which made the dark haired man laugh.

“— man, you look like shit.” — he said and then offered the cigarette to vince, who just took it and threw on the floor. “— what is your prob-” — vince interrupted him.

“— heather wants you at the hospital. now. i don't know, i think it's something with y/n. i saw her sleeping in tommy's car before they left.”

nikki felt all of his resentment go away in the same second, replaced by pure euphoria, even without having taken anything in the day. he saw vince's confusion grow even more as he started to run out of there, grabbing the blonde's jacket sleeve.

well, at that moment nikki didn't remember that he and vince had their own cars, and that they could have gotten to the hospital much faster. he didn't remember many things actually, causing him and vince to almost get run over several times.

“— IF YOU DON’T TELL ME WHAT’S GOING ON, I’M GETTING THE FUCK OFF THIS TOUR.” — vince said (screamed) to nikki. he felt a little left out, as if everyone knew something that for some reason he didn't. he had information that you were sleeping and were probably already in the hospital, but he still didn't understand why.

nikki thought he was the dumbest human in the world. he thought that was obvious enough. he didn't want to answer, being too busy thinking about the way he treated you moments before you went into labor and hating himself for it, but he knew that if nothing were cleared up, vince really was going to “get the fuck out”.

“— YOUR NIECE IS BORN, ETHEL IS FUCKING COMING” — it was enough to make vince shut up. a rumbling silence full of concern for you, that was the only thing that existed for them at that time.

it wasn't like heather had said which hospital they were going to, but on that tour all members and assistants were notified of how they should if you go into labor. that is, everyone received the address of the nearest hospital and tips on how to deal with you in this situation.

the aforementioned hospital was twenty minutes away, if you were driving. tommy got there in ten, but only because he went over the speed limit more than you can imagine. then, vince and nikki arrived within thirty minutes, both out of breath and vince thought he had stopped feeling his legs. they were greeted by a very suspicious receptionist, presumably thinking they were a couple of drunken freaks from the street.

“— my...my wife is...here” — nikki took a deep breath before continuing talking. “— y/n sixx, she's having a baby, our friends brought her here.”

“— sixx? hm, your friends tommy and heather, right?” — she asked

"- YES! Yes, Tommy and Heather, now please let me in. you need to let me in. my wife is having my fucking daughter, can you understand?” — and he would have continued to make a fuss in front of all the other patients if vince hadn't pulled him away from the woman, squeezing his arm.

“— sorry for my friend, but we need to see her now.”

they were shown into a waiting room, occupied only by a tommy who was nearly pulling his hair out and a heather who was just trying to calm him down. before they realize nikki and vince were there, a doctor appears in the doorway. tommy was quick to run up to nikki and hug him, who didn't know how to react. he didn't knew what to do or say, it was like for all that time there wasn't a single thing in the world that mattered more than you. and for him, it really didn't have.

“— this is nikki?” — the doctor asks, turning to heather.

“— yes, it's her husband, he's the father. our friend picked him up while we brought her here. how is she?”

“— she's taking it well. will you go see?” — he asked for nikki.

he didn't know how to respond. yes? no? usually the father was together at the birth of the child, right? but did you wanted to see him? was he even prepared? he knew this was not the time to think about it. damn, the child was already being born, but he still didn't know how to deal.

“— well, i don't know what that means, but the room is over here, if you want to go...” — the doctor said after some long ten seconds of silence.tommy pushed him towards the door, and then he just followed the man to the door of the room you were.

he heard a few squeals and muffled voices from nurses uttering encouragements for you to push harder. and that's when the desperation really hit him. that's when all the scenes of that night flashed through his head, in a cruel combination of several memories from his own childhood. he felt terrible for implying that you would not be a good mother when he couldn't even walk into that room. how could he? how could he get into that child's life, when he just didn't knew how?

he didn't feel the tears, but they were there. he didn't realize he was crying until he heard heather's voice from beside him.

"- so? what are you waiting for?” — she said with a clear tone of irritation.

he thought a little about what to say “— i can't, heather.” he murmured to her.

heather let out a wry laugh and pulled nikki into an empty corner of the hall, pushing him against the wall. “— what the fuck is your problem, sixx? did you freaked out? i heard what you said to her. practically the entire hotel, so, if you feel guilty or something like that, why don't you take the fucking responsibility for putting that kid inside of her? or do you want to end up like your father? you love that woman and that child, and they love you more than anyone in your life. if you don't do this shit, fuck it, but then you can bet i'll make sure you never hear about them again. never.”

it was like that, with those words, and with that woman's finger pointed in his face, that nikki realized that any insecurity would be useless. that he couldn't just give up.

heather pulled away from him slowly, and stared as if she could kill him. “— go." — it was harsh. nothing else needed to be said.

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you don't remember nikki talking to you during labor. you remember he held your hand until the end, and whenever his screams got worse, he started kissing your face, as if he could help in something. he asked you once if you got mad when you saw him in the room, and you laughed your ass off before saying that your biggest fear that day was that he wouldn't show up.

ethel was named by you shortly after you found out you were pregnant. he didn't know exactly what the meaning was, but he agreed as soon as you suggested it because he thought it was so sweet. you said it meant "noble" or "honorable". that's how you felt. at every moment next to your daughter, you could only feel things as simple as these. nikki understood after a while, because that's how he felt too.

that night, you lay on his chest, and ethel in your midst. you clasp your hands over the girl's, and you remember falling asleep while listening to nikki humming something.

then a few months later that melody finally goes to the studio.

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forever-rogue · 10 months

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Hey there~~~

Based on the last ep from TLOU, may I ask a request where reader was waiting for Joel in parking lot and she was very worried about the gunshots upstairs but when she sees him with Ellie in his arms, she knows immediately what he has done. Once they get to Jackson, Ellie and reader are too quiet and distance of him: Ellie suspicious of him and Reader not believing what just happened. And in the end, of course, they understand why he made all of this and forgive him. I think my request isn't easy, sorry😅 but I think that could be angsty but with a happy ending? don't know.

Ah, I almost forgot, Joel and reader are in established relationship. Thank uuu💟

AN | Sometimes decisions aren’t easy, or black and white.

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language, TLOU typical violence

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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Joel and Ellie had been gone for too long. You knew you should have gone with them but Joel had insisted they'd be fine and thought it would be best to keep you out of it. Joel would have done anything to keep Ellie safe so you weren't too worried in that aspect. It was the mystery of not knowing what was going on that was making you anxious. You were tempted to go in there and see what was going on, but kept trying to convince yourself that nothing was happening.

They’d be back and in your arms before you knew it. You were positive.

But then you heard the gunshots and suddenly you weren’t willing to wait anymore. Not with that. You grabbed your gun and turned off the safety, running towards the source of the noise. Was it a bad idea? Probably. But you didn’t mess around when it came to your family. And anyone that got in the way would be sorry they did so.

“Joel!” you softened your footsteps as you listened and tried to follow the sound of the source. You still heard the yelling but it was starting to slow, causing your worry to spike, “Ellie!”

As soon as you entered the old hospital, you froze in panic at the sight spread out in front of you. Bodies littered the floor, all around you….the hairs on your arms stood up as you looked among them for any familiar faces. It looked like a tornado of destruction had gone through the place, leaving so much destruction and death in its wake.

“Joel?” you followed the trail of bodies; you hated the fact that you were able to do to do so. You paused an operating room with the lights still on…and two nurses crying inconsolably, “what - what happened?”

“The man,” one of them cried, “he killed everyone - including the doctor! And he stole the girl!”

“Where did he go?” if you thought your heart was beating rapidly before, it was about to burst out of your chest now. They remained silent, clearly in shock and processing, “where!”

“Down the hall - downstairs,” you didn’t say anything else before you were out of the room and running towards the stairwell. At one point you almost slipped from the trail of blood; it made your stomach churn.

“Joel!” maybe you were being too loud now but you didn’t care. You ran all the way down the stairs and burst through the door into the parking garage, “Joel.”

You found him standing there with Ellie in his arms, his expression empty as he stared at you. Near his feet was Marlene….dead and bleeding on the ground. Your eyes grew with fear and you had to choke down your sob. You’d known Marlene since you were practically a kid and now she was gone.

Looking between her, Joel, and the unconscious Ellie, it didn’t take long to put it all together.

“Get in the car,” and he turned away without another word and laid Ellie down in the backseat. You had a million questions swirling around in your mind and you were nauseous, but you slipped into the passenger seat without another word.

Joel got into the driver’s seat and turned on the car, the tension between the two of you so thick that you could have easily cut it even with the dullest of knives.

He didn’t have to tell you where he was going, you already knew. Joel wasn’t a hard man to read anymore, not these days and not for you.

He didn’t even look at you, barely acknowledged your presence, and all you could do was stare out the window as you tried not to cry.

When Ellie woke up, confused and scared, your heart broke further. You couldn’t even bring yourself to look at her, instead only reaching back to squeeze her hand as a sign of reassurance.

You closed your eyes as you listened to Joel explain his version of what happened. None of this was sitting right in your head or your heart.

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“We’re going to have to hike the rest of the way,” Joel announced after the car broke down and Ellie had the opportunity to change her clothes, “it’ll be a few hours, but we’ll make it. We’ve survived worse.”

The two of you muttered your acceptances, and started to follow Joel.

For whatever reason, he had done a complete turnaround and was talking to Ellie animatedly and happily. It was a conflicting thing; you loved seeing him so alive and chatty but you knew that you were being left in the dark.

You hung back and decided to remain quiet - whatever you had to say could wait. Honestly, you really didn’t snap back into attention until Ellie started questioning Joel. Looking between the two of them you could see the tension on their faces, Ellie close to tears despite her best efforts.

“Swear to me that everything you said about the Fireflies is true,” the look on her face was hard as she tried to get a read on him.

“I swear.”

“Okay,” she gave him a nod but you could tell that she still wasn’t quite convinced, despite the fact that she desperately wanted to trust Joel. He was the man that had kept her safe, protected, the one who hadn’t left her. It would kill her to know if he was lying to her, “okay.”

You remained silent, but when Joel looked over at you, you only offered him a single nod in response.

“Look,” Joel pointed to the distance where the sprawling Jackson had come into view, “almost home.”

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You might have been back in the house that had become home, back in the bed that was yours, but you weren’t able to find sleep. You’d been tossing and turning for several hours for about the fifth night in a row. Things had been tense at home and you still had so much on your mind.

Instead of trying to find sleep and potentially keeping Joel up, you rolled out of bed and went downstairs to make some tea. It was raining slightly, a bit of spring rain to welcome summer flowers, but you still went outside and sat on the porch.

It was still dark out, but in the far distance you could see the beginnings of day slowly creeping up. You sighed and rubbed a tired hand over your face; you wondered if things would ever feel normal again. You had been so absorbed in your own thoughts that you didn’t even hear the door open or the creak of the porch.

“Why aren’t you in bed?” you startled slightly at the sound of his voice as you looked to him leaning against the banister. He sounded gentle, like he normally did with you, and it made your heart twinge slightly, “it’s late and cold.”

“Couldn’t sleep,” you offered him a tightlipped smile, “didn’t want to wake you up.”

“I was awake,” he admitted, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh,” you wondered if it was the same thing keeping him up.

“Ask me,” he sat on the bench next to you, leaving a small gap between your bodies but brushing his fingers along yours, “I know what you’re going to ask me so please, just ask me.”

“Why did you lie to Ellie?” your voice cracked and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, “and to me?”

“You think I’m lying’?”

“I know you’re lying,” you sat back and let out a long sigh, “I know you well enough to know that. And so does she - but she’s choosing to believe your lie because she loves you, Joel. Because she needs you in her life, because you’re like her father. It would break her fucking heart to admit to herself that you are lying to her.”

Joel sighed heavily, hanging his head before hiding his face behind his hands, “you don’t think I know? Of course I know that.”

“Why then?” you could hear the tears in his voice, “why? Tell me - tell me what happened.”

After a few long moments he looked at you and you could see the tears that had rolled down his cheeks. You didn’t even hesitate before reaching over and putting your hand on his cheek and brushing away his tears.

“They were…Ellie,” you nodded, silently and softly encouraging him to go on, “you know where cordyceps lives in the human body.”

“In the brain,” you answered, worry creeping in and you were almost positive you knew where this was going.

“In the brain,” he repeated, “in order to study it and potentially figure out how to make a vaccine, they need…to take it out and that would…”

He didn’t have to finish in order for you to know what he was struggling to say.

“Joel,” you reached for his hand and laced your fingers together, giving him a gentle squeeze.

“They don’t even know if this could have led to a cure, they don’t know if they could have made a vaccine or what they would have found,” he closed his eyes and swallowed thickly, “there’s so many unknowns, so many possibilities. But I think…the chance that it could have worked, that could have meant something, were so slim. More than likely it would have been pointless.”

“Joel…”

“I couldn’t do it,” he looked at you, eyes glossy as tears rolled down face, “I couldn’t go through that again. I couldn’t…I couldn’t lose her, not Ellie, not another daughter.”

Your heart broke as you watched him cry and you didn’t hesitate to throw your arms around him, and hug onto him as tightly as possible. You held him in silence for a few minutes as he buried his face into your shoulder, “it’s okay, let it out, my love.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I am sorry, to have taken the choice away from her.”

“She chose you and you chose her,” you squeezed your eyes shut as you rubbed his back, “that’s what happens when you love someone.”

“I’m sorry for how it all went down,” he pulled back and took your face in his hands, cradling it gently before wiping your own tears away, “but if I had a chance to go back, I’d do it again. I’d pick her every time. Every single time.”

“Yeah,” you nodded in agreement, “I know you would. I would too, for you and her. That’s not even a question.”

“And for you,” you knew it wasn’t even a question, but hearing it out loud still made your heart constrict, “I just…I know that I did the right thing, but I can’t…it’s all I can think about.”

“I think you know why,” you swallowed thickly, “Ellie deserves to know the whole truth. Until you give that to her, your heart will never be totally at peace.”

“I don’t know how I can look her in the eyes and tell her that I lied,” his mouth pulled into a thin line, “I know…she’s not going to be happy.”

“But she’ll understand,” you promised softly, “maybe not today, or tomorrow, but eventually she will. She knows you love her.”

“I hope so,” he exhaled shakily, “even if I come out the bad guy, she needs to know.”

“You’re not the bad guy,” you meant it, down to your core, “this isn’t exactly a normal situation to be in, and this world isn’t…normal. But we do what we can, and sometimes those decisions are not easy. There’s no black and white…sometimes life is just a big gray area.”

“What would you have done?” he’d pulled you into his lap and had his arms around, searching your eyes for the love and acceptance he so desperately craved, “please.”

“I would have done whatever it took to keep my family,” you whispered, “to keep you and keep Ellie. There’s no doubt about that. But I know it will never be easy, for anyone.”

You leaned in and pressed your forehead to his, leaning into his touch, “I love you.”

“I know,” you whispered, “I love you too.”

“I’ll tell her,” he promised, “I will.”

“I know.”

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x fem!reader #joel miller imagine #joel miller one shot #pedro pascal #tlou #tlou hbo #the last of us

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jamdoughnutmagician · 16 days

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A Slice Of Life (Waitress AU) Part 3

Doctor!Steve Harrington x Waitress!Reader

<- Previous part. Next part ->

Warnings:Cheating and infidelity, but otherwise nothing that I can think of (unless of course you want something tagged, so don't hesitate to shoot me a message)

also if you've read my other fic, A Cut Above The Rest, then there's a little hidden easter egg in here!

Word Count:2,301

*dividers by @saradika-graphics

Masterlist // Steve Harrington Masterlist

“Can you serve table 15 for me please!” Robin pleads desperately, fluttering her eyelashes like that’s somehow going to get her what she wants.

“Why? Who’s on table 15?” you ask, looking over her shoulder to the table in the far corner. “Ohhh I see. That’s Chrissy Cunnigham’s table. The preppy cheerleader you had a crush on in high-school.” you shake your head at your friend. You knew that Chrissy came in here quite regularly and everytime she asked you if Robin was working. Chrissy was as much into Robin, as Robin was into her, although for whatever reason Robin refuted that idea, thinking that someone like Chrissy would never be into some as “dorky”, her words, as her.

“Please, I can’t talk to her, I get so tongue tied and stupid.” she whined.

“Look, Robs, you’ve just to go over there and put your big girl panties on and go talk to her, she likes you trust me.” you tell her earnestly, with a gentle touch to her arm. “Besides, I’ve got to go throw up.” you say quickly before leaving your friend to rush off to the bathroom at the back of the diner.

After the baby had you making yet another trip to the bathroom to spew your guts up, you take a moment to use the phone hanging on the wall at the back of the diner’s kitchen.

“You’re always hanging on that damn phone, Y/N.” Jim’s voice calls from over your shoulder.

“Can you just give me a moment, Hop, please, this is a personal call.”

His eyebrow raises at you suspiciously before tuning on his heels to leave you alone.

You dial the number you had stashed away in the pocket of your uniform, and the line rings once, twice, before a cheery voice on the other end picks up.

“Hello, Hawkins' Doctor’s practice, how can I help?”

“Uh, hi, is Doctor Harrington there? This is Y/N Hargrove, I’m his patient.

“I’ll just patch you through to his office.” comes the voice on the other end.

The phone’s dial tone rings down the line for a few seconds before you hear someone pick up on the other end.

“Hi, Doctor Harrington, This is Y/n Hargrove.”

“Oh hello, Y/n, how is everything going?” his friendly voice sounds down the phone line.

“You said I could call you if I had any concerns, and this morning, um, well I’m bleeding a little, it’s only very light, but I just want to be sure that it’s nothing I should be afraid of.”

“You were absolutely right to call me Y/n, come in to see me, and I’ll be able to check you over.” he reassures you with that calming voice of his. “I can squeeze you in for an appointment tomorrow morning, if you like? Say, 7.00?”

“7.00? That would be great, thank you very much. It’s nice that you’re open early enough that I’m not going to be late for work.” you chuckle lightly. “Well, I won’t keep you, and I’ll see you tomorrow, Doctor.”

“See you tomorrow Mrs. Hargrove.” he finishes, and you hang up the phone back on it’s receiver before getting back to work.

Munson’s Motor Repairs

The heady mix of motor oil, leather and dirt hung heavy in the air as Steve stepped through the garage door. Metallica’s Ride The Lightning filters from the battered tape player stacked on top of the work benches.

After a long day’s work this was not a place that Steve wanted to be, but Eddie had phoned him up earlier to let him know his car was fixed and ready to be picked up.

Walking over to the stereo Steve takes it upon himself to pause the music, the loud guitar music suddenly being cut off in favour of deafening silence.

“Hey, who the fuck turned off my music…” Eddie grumbles loudly, sliding out from underneath the body of the car he was working on. His dark curls tied back in a dishevelled bun at the back of his neck, and a few smeared grease stains decorate his skin. “Oh, Harrington it’s you.”

“Got a call from a friend who said my car was ready to be picked up? You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you, Eddie?”

“C’mon man, she’s out the back, come with me.”

Eddie walks out to the back yard, with Steve’s footsteps trailing behind him.

“Alright here she is, all fixed up and ready to go.” Eddie says, gesturing towards Steve’s old Beemer, sighing with a disapproving sigh as he side-eyed Steve.

“What? Steve shrugged, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

“Seriously man,” Eddie said, wiping his grease stained hands on the cloth rag hanging from his coverall’s pocket. “When was the last time you got your oil changed? Thought a smart doctor like you would have some brains knocking about in that ol’ skull of yours.”

Steve blushed an embarrassing shade of crimson, having been caught out by the simplest of fixes with his car.

“Alright Munson, enough of your jokes, how much do I owe you?”

“That’ll be $70 today Steve-o.”

Fishing out the notes from his wallet, Steve hands Eddie the money with a resigned huff.

“Thanks man.” Steve says, bringing Eddie into a quick one-armed hug, before getting in his car.

“You’re welcome, just make sure you’re on top of this next time.”

“Will do.” Steve nods at Eddie out of the driver’s side window. “Say, uh, Ed, you don’t happen to know of a little diner along I70 do you?”

“You talking about Byer’s Pie Diner? Man, that place serves the best pies in the whole of Indiana, I swear. I always get a slice of the Cherry Dream Pie every time I go. That’s the best thing on that whole damn menu.” Eddie rambles, thinking to himself about how he’s gonna drive down there when he’s finished up here to treat himself to a slice. “Why are you asking about that all of a sudden, huh?”

“Oh it’s nothing.” Steve brushes off. “Had a patient come in who works there, and she brought me a pie.”

Eddie fixes Steve with a knowing glare and a small smile. There was a girl, that fact Eddie was sure of. There was always a girl when it came to Steve Harrington

“Alright, Harrington, it's nothing. I believe you.” Eddie smirks, tapping his hand against the hood of Steve's car. “See you around, man.”

“Hello, Y/n.” Steve says as he moves to sit down behind his desk.

“Hi,” you smile, sitting down in the chair on the other side of the desk. “It was quiet out there in that waiting room, it was only Maddelyn at the reception.”

“I-uh-I came in a little earlier than usual to see you, nobody else is here yet.” he says, a slight pinkish flush dusting across his cheeks, before coughing and changing the subject. “So you said that the bleeding was very mild?” he asks, eyes flicking over the notes on his computer.

“Yeah, I only saw it the one time.”

“..And then it stopped?”

“Yeah it stopped pretty soon after.” you nod.

“Sometimes this happens in the early stages of a pregnancy, it’s very common, and it’s usually around about the time that your period would have started.”

“So you don’t need to examine me or anything?”

“No, not at all, it’s a perfectly normal thing, and I wouldn’t worry about it that much.”

“Well that’s a relief.” you huff. “So is that all then?”

“Unless you had any other concerns you’d like to share, or any other questions?” Steve prompts, looking at you from under his shaggy fringe of hair.

“No, no, I think I’m good to go now.” you nod with a smile as you grab your purse and begin to make your way out his doctor’s office, before turning on your heels to face him once more.

“Actually, no, I did have one more question I wanted to ask you, Doctor Harrington.”

“Oh, okay, sure, shoot.”

“Why did you have me come all this way out to see you if spotting a perfectly common symptom in early pregnancy? I mean I had to get up early, catch a bus and then walk another four blocks just to get here, and you’re telling me that spotting is a perfectly normal symptom?” you bubble, the confused and slightly disgruntled tone in your voice coming through.

He hangs his head down, unable to meet your harsh gaze.

“And what time does this office usually open, Doctor? 8:30?” you question him, tilting your head at him as he flushes that familiar shade of pink once more.

“Um, we’re usually open by 9.00.” he mumbles.

“9.00? So, you came to work a whole two hours earlier just to tell me that my symptoms are perfectly normal?”

“Well, yes, it would seem that way,” he says quietly.

“Goodbye Doctor Harrington.” you say, giving him a curt nod as you make your way out of his office.

“Goodbye Y/n.”

“You know, you’re quite strange, and you make me uncomfortable. I’m not sure I want you to be my doctor anymore.”

“I really am truly sorry Y/n, it is never my intention to make you feel uncomfortable, and whatever it is I do I will stop doing it-” he starts to ramble, but you cut him off before he can finish.

“-You’re doing it again.” you snap at him. “It’s that nice-guy-talky-thing that you do. You just..Oh forget it.” you huff before finally stomping out of the doctor’s practice

You only make it the few steps out of the door before you’re cursing at yourself at having left your purse in his office.

Stomping back towards the door, Steve is there with your purse in his hands.

“You forgot your pur-” he gets cut off by you again, although this time it is for a completely different reason.

Your lips crash against his in a bruising kiss, which he leans into, wrapping one of his strong arms around your waist, holding you close to his body.

You’re quick to pull away from him, suddenly thinking about what you were doing, before trying to make your escape.

“Y/n wait!” he calls after you. “Don’t walk away from me, please.”

Your hurried footsteps stop enough for Steve to catch up to you.

“What do you want?” you huff.

“I want to see you again. I want to talk to you somewhere away from here, maybe we could go somewhere, have coffee or something?”

“I can’t have coffee, it’s on the bad food list you gave me, remember?”

“You could have a glass of water, maybe a fruit juice? I just want to see you again.” he says, his hazel brown eyes soft on you as he talks.

Your mind is working a mile a minute, thinking about how wrong this is.

“No, no, I can’t do this. I wouldn’t be right, I’m mean; I’m married, you’re my doctor, I’m pregnant.”

“You’re right, I shouldn’t have asked, it’s crazy and unethical and-” his rambling gets cut off once again as he feels the press of your soft lips against his. Urgent and desperate and so fucking sweet. He slips his tongue between your parted lips, smiling slightly when he hears you moan into the kiss.

You wind your fingers into his hair, tugging against the shaggy strands as you try to somehow get closer to him. His large hands hold you close, holding their space on your hips as he kisses you with a deep-rooted need.

You pull away from his lips, with a panting breath before looking into his lust-hazy hazel eyes.

“We can’t be kissing each other in the street like this. I have a very jealous husband. He’d very likely kill you if he ever found out. He doesn’t even like it when other men so much as look in my direction.”

“Well, I did wrestling in high-school, I think I can still remember a few of the moves..” Steve says all too confidently.

“So did he.” you say flatly. “And he drives past here every morning on his way to work, so it’s probably best we don’t stand out here together for much longer.”

“Well why don’t you come back in and we can talk about things a little bit more in detail..” Steve says suggestively, raising his eyebrows up at you.

“No, I’ve got to get to work, Jim hates it when I’m late, and I’ve got to walk the four blocks to my bus stop..” you worry, before Steve stops you in your tracks.

“Let me drive you to work, please. At least it’ll give us a little time together.“

I really mean it, I’d like to see you again, and not just as my patient this time.” he says, kissing your lips once more, and buttoning the top three buttons of his shirt, from where they had been pried loose from you getting a bit too handsy whilst making out in his car.

“So, what do we.. I mean, should I…” Steve trails off.

“Thank you for driving me to work, Steve. I’ll call you if I have any questions or concerns.” you flush before moving to make your way out of his car.

“Y/n.” he calls out to you before you can go, gesturing towards your lips where your lipstick is smeared in a dusky pink swipe.

“Oh, uh, thanks for letting me know, that could have been an embarrassing one to have to explain to Robin.” you laugh quickly fixing your lipstick in his rear-view mirror with a tissue from your purse, and leaving his car with a new-found pep in your step.

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b7ngt4n · 3 months

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The Last Remaining | Part 06

-> South Korea was left abandoned after a 'zombie' virus sweeps the nation. Left to save themselves, Y/N and a group of seven men, who she's found safety in, rely on each other to stay alive as they travel to the south side of the country on the hunt for a rumoured 'z-free' haven. But nothing is ever easy. Especially when they find it's not only just zombies they need to watch their backs for.

-> A female reader x BTS zombie apocalypse AU

-> Genre: Post-apocalyptic, action

-> Warnings for Part 6: swearing, violence

-> Word count: 3,208 words

-> Interactions are greatly appreciated xoxo 💖

Part 06: Sensei Jimin🧟

“Are you alright? Did those bastards hurt you? I swear to God if they touched you in any way—”

Jungkook bombarded you with questions as soon as you all sat down to rest at a random intersection, after running at least two blocks away without a break. You were busy trying to catch your breath while Jungkook looked like he barely broke a sweat. You were still in shock and overwhelmed at what you’ve just witnessed. A disturbing doctor, nearly being tricked into eating zombies, cannibalism, the list can go on.

Just seeing Jungkook and being with him healed your soul. You were thankful to be alive and you were thankful he was alive too. So much so you had pulled him into a hug without even thinking about it.

It was one way to immediately shut him up. He stood paralysed, unsure how to breathe, think, or act. When the gears in his brain started to work again, you felt his strong arms wrapped around your waist bringing you closer to his warm body. Jungkook could literally feel your racing heartbeat through your back. And you could feel his through his chest. He was all you needed to remind you life was worth the little things.

“Thank you Kook,” you mumbled into his chest. Hearing you shorten his name like that had him feeling butterflies in his stomach. Only his close friends occasionally called him ‘Kook’, but it hit different coming out of your mouth. He wanted to hear you call him that ten more times. “Thank you for coming back and saving us. Saving me.”

He leaned his chin on your head, grateful you were safe in his arms, “always.”

“Is everyone okay? Nobody ate the soup, right?” Namjoon asked everyone, hands on his knees as he recharged his physical battery.

You and Jungkook pulled away from each other to join the rest. Everyone replied an exhausted ‘no’ between breaths to Namjoon’s question. You sat down next to Yoongi, checking up on him and thanking him for his rescue mission efforts. Jungkook went to go sit down next to Jin, who had some teasing tricks up his sleeve.

“Jungkook definitely had a spoonful or two. Did anyone see how fast he picked up that bowl?” Jin teased him, playfully nudging him as Jungkook hit him on the shoulder in retaliation. Hoseok and Taehyung bursted out laughing.

“Our Jungkook-ie’s a true gentleman now,” Jimin joined in on the teasing on his brother as the four of them all laughed together. Jungkook rubbed at the back of his neck in embarrassment. His round cheeks turned a faint rosy pink colour as he met your gaze. You were smiling at him, softly laughing along with the cheeky men. Seeing your smile made him forget he was ever self-conscious.

“Jokes aside, my arm feels like it's going to fall off,” Yoongi groaned, sliding off a chunky army backpack from around his shoulder and ditching it on the ground. He unzipped it to reveal handguns, ammunition, walkie-talkies, and body gear packed inside, "take your pick lady and gentlemen."

The boys were in awe of the different type of gems the duo managed to get their hands on. While they crowded around Yoongi, Namjoon gently pulled you to the side.

"I'm sorry Y/N," he apologised causing a puzzled frown on your face, but before you could ask any questions he continued, "you were right to be suspicious about those missing zombie parts. And I feel very ashamed I shut you down like that. I feel like if I listened to you, maybe we could've avoided that entire thing," he sighed heavily, looking down while burying his head in his hands.

You shook your head in disagreement, "there was no way we could've known any of that was going to happen. So please don't blame yourself," you tried to comfort him, but it did very little. He was still disappointed in himself and remained quiet, lost in deep rumination. That's when you had a thought.

"Who's idea was code purple?" you whispered to him softly after a moment of silence.

He glanced up at you, thinking for a second before answering, "it was mine."

"What's the reasoning behind it?" you asked. Namjoon didn't understand the sudden interrogation behind code purple but he answered your question regardless.

"I made it up in case we ever got split up and had to try find each other again. We decided if that were to ever happen, we just had to trust each other and that it'd all work out somehow and we'd all meet again," he explained to you nonchalantly. It was a very intellectual idea. You admired his sense of foresight.

"I think code purple is what saved us," you told him, giving him a small smile. He stared at you blankly like he didn't get your point, "you saved us Namjoon,” you clarified, emphasising on the 'you,' making sure your message got into his head.

"If you hadn't have set up that system, how could Yoongi and Jungkook have understood the situation? How could they have found us? With breadcrumbs?" you joked sarcastically, making him chuckle, a positive sign your pep talk was getting somewhere, "you make smart moves Namjoon. I understand why they look up to you so much," you referred to 'they' as in the boys. Briefly glancing at them, the younger ones were playing with handguns like they were in an action movie only to get scolded by the older ones.

"Don't let someone who deceived you doubt yourself and your abilities," you patted his shoulder just as Jungkook called you over, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

“Is he alright?” he whispered lowly into your ear as he kept an anxious eye on his brother.

“He’s fine,” you assured him, reaching out to rub his hand gently, “just needed a little motivation that’s all.”

And as if on cue, Namjoon stepped in to calm an overly excited Taehyung and Jimin from mishandling a gun before he addressed everyone, “it’s time we get the fuck out of here.”

According to a tiny tourist paper map Yoongi found back at the police station, the next city to pass through was Osan. There was no way of making it there before nightfall. And there was no way any one of you wanted to stay another night in Suwon.

Once you all had journeyed as far as the sunlight allowed you to, Namjoon declared to spend the night at an old camping grounds close by. The boys found their confidence levels boosting with every kill they made with their new equipment. It was a bigger upgrade from their last weapons — a rusty axe and pepper spray. You, on the other hand, were still incapable of properly killing a zombie.

The only thing you felt confident using was a taser. It was simple for a simple girl like you. Just aim and tase. But that wouldn’t be very effective if you were ever swarmed. Plus the batteries could run out at any time, making it a very unreliable source.

The only other things you’ve used in the apocalypse have been a baseball bat and your pocket knife — sort of. You used your baseball bat to push away zombies to create enough distance for you to run away rather than kill them. And the only time you used your knife was to threaten Jungkook and Jimin the first time you guys met. Which according to Jungkook didn’t scare them at all. Only the boys have been killing zombies. You, so far, have been a bit useless.

You weren’t proud of it. You were actually embarrassed about it. So when the boys got busy building a fire and trying to catch fish from the nearby lake, you took it upon yourself to get some training in.

About a minute away, you found a good empty space of ground next to the lake to practice your shooting. You weren’t very familiar with guns. You assumed the one you had taken was a handgun, considering it was one of the smaller ones that fit nicely in your hand.

“You got this Y/N, you know what you’re doing” you motivated yourself, trying to convince yourself you had it under control. You held the gun in both your hands, arms fully extended as you aimed at a tree trunk in front of you.

Just as you were trying to adjust to the feel of it and sussing out your aim, you heard a low groan that did not sound so human. Appearing from behind a tree trunk was a thin and very rough looking zombie. Its clothes had been ripped and its blue-ish skin was covered in dirt, perfectly camouflaging into the brown nature. It looked like it’s been lurking in the woods for a while based off the state it was in.

It was still a good distance from you, not in much of a rush to get to you. It gave you enough time to aim at it, making it your very first target. Closing one eye for the most accurate aim, once you were satisfied you could hit him you pulled the trigger. But to your surprise, nothing came out.

You frowned, pulling it again but nothing came out again. And the zombie only came closer, closing the gap between you two.

“Shit! Why won’t it shoot!” you yelled, your frustration getting to you as you prepare to run before it’s too late.

“Turn off the manual safety,” you heard a familiar voice call from behind you, glancing back to find Jimin coming out from the bushes. Before you could yell what safety he quickly specified, “turn down the lever on the left side!”

You didn’t notice it before, the tiny lever on the side of the gun. The zombie was only an arms length away from you as you immediately pulled the trigger without properly aiming. Luckily, the bullet shot right into the zombies chest, killing it for the second time.

“Shit,” you breathed out, panting from the adrenaline pumping through your veins. Jimin appeared at your side, shaking his head in disapproval as he slipped the gun out your hands.

“Do I have to start keeping an eye on you missy?” he raised a brow while tucking the gun away in his pants, but not before turning on the manual safety.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms as he chuckled at your clumsiness, “I was just getting some training in, no big deal.”

Jimin gave you that ‘are-you-serious?’ look as he placed his hands on his hips, “no big deal but you nearly got yourself killed? Yeah I think we will leave the gun training for later,” he responded sassily making you giggle.

He picked up two long sturdy branches lying on the floor, handing one to you while he kept the other.

“Do you know how to sword fight?”

Of course you didn't know how to sword fight. Just another thing to add to the list of talents you don't have.

Jimin shared he learned kendo for about 8 years when he was younger. He explained to you that it was a form of Japanese martial arts with bamboo swords. It taught him all the basics of sword fighting. He enjoyed the thrill of it, fueling his innocent little dreams of wanting to become a pirate.

As he grew older, so did his love and hobby for sword-fighting. When he became old and mature enough he began to learn kenjutsu and iaido, which were more comprehensive and traditional forms of japanese sword-fighting.

"So you're like a samurai?" you joked as he adjusted your awkward-not-very-samurai-like stance, laughing at your comment.

"I guess so?" he answered, not so sure if he'd ever consider himself to be. But now that he was actually using his sword-fighting skills in the real world, especially to kill, he figured he might actually just qualify.

You spent nearly two hours learning the proper stance, how to hold your 'sword', as well as basic attack and defense techniques. Once you managed to roughly memorise those skills, Jimin decided to put your knowledge to the test by making you spar with him. That's when the sweet and kind Jimin you knew transformed into the merciless sensei you never knew was hiding inside him.

He did not go easy on you. He was very strict, quick to point out when you weren't using the proper stance, or if you weren't hitting him properly, or even if you were being too slow. Nor did he allow you many breaks. He told you it was for your own good, and although you did agree with him, part of you just wanted to collapse on the ground and do nothing for an hour.

By the time Jungkook came to interrupt your training session to inform you both dinner had been cooked, the sun had already set. There was a cool spring breeze in the air that gave you goosebumps, but that didn't bother Jimin's teaching mode. The first thing Jungkook noticed about you was how exhausted you were. But from the brief moment he saw you sparring he could tell you've learned a thing or two.

You were impressed to find a well-lit campfire and grilled fish awaiting you. The boys were huddled around the campfire, sharing bowls they stole from the grounds keeper's cabin between each other. Yoongi stood up, handing you a bowl of grilled fish and what appeared to be vegetable soup.

"Hope it's not too early to be having soup," he laughed with a mouthful of food lodged in his mouth, comfortingly patting your shoulder.

The rest of the night was followed by conversations, laughter, and stories from what life was like before the apocalypse as you all sat around the fireplace. In that brief moment it felt like there no apocalypse to begin with. You actually felt a sense of normality after the longest time of the most bizarre things ever known to man happening to you. It just felt like you were with a group of friends who spontaneously decided to go camping one day. You felt like you've known the boys forever. In a way their presence soothed you. To hear Hoseok's contagious laughter, to listen to Jimin's expressive story-telling, to eat Jin's well-cooked dinner despite the circumstances, and to feel protected by Jungkook. The world could end but as long as you're surrounded by your new friends, you felt like nothing could hurt you.

As the night deepened and the boys dozed off one by one, you on the other hand were wide awake. You had never struggled to fall asleep this much before. Even after twisting and turning your entire body. Maybe it was the uncomfortable hard ground or the chilly breeze against your skin. But you just could not fall asleep.

The only other person who was awake was Jin. He was first in line to stay up and keep watch. You offered to take over his job for him and let him have a sleep. He turned down your offer, keeping you company as you both talked for a bit. Until his eyes became redder and drier, he knew he was losing the battle between him and his self conscious begging him to sleep.

You were lucky the moon was full and shining above you, blessing you with its moonlight. The fire had to be put out before everyone slept to prevent attracting attention from zombies. You used to be terrified of the dark. Yet here you were. Sitting in the dark, outside, in silence, with just yourself. Strangely, it wasn't as scary as you previously believed. Matter of fact, it was somewhat relaxing.

Where you had set up camp was right next to the lake. You left your spot from next to Jungkook and went to sit on the bank, next to the water. The lake was gorgeous under the moonlight, taking your breath away. It reflected the off-white moon, the clusters of stars in the sky, and the silhouette of forest trees on the horizon. You could hear the calming sounds of water, crickets, and frogs croaking. It sounds gross but having a break from hearing the groan of zombies or something being killed was a nice change.

"You still up?"

Jungkook's voice startled you out of your thoughts. You turned around to find him rubbing his eyes as he yawned and stretched his arms, before making himself comfy next to you.

"Couldn't sleep," you sighed, your gaze lingering on the moonlit landscape in front of you.

"I understand that, you've been through quite a lot," he whispered softly. You felt his hand rest on top of yours, his thumb caressing your skin.

You let silence fill the atmosphere. It was somehow the loudest silence you've ever experienced.

"The last time I fell asleep," you started, glancing at him to find his big brown eyes giving you their fullest attention. Even in the dark under the restricted moonlight, you could still see his sparkling eyes, "I woke up and you weren't there."

Jungkook's relaxed expression immediately melted into concern as he pulled you into him without hesitation, "I'm sorry I left you by yourself."

"It's not your fault Kook," you wiggled out his grip to see his face and look him in the eyes, "it's just the shit world we live in. I can't trust this stupid world and the stupid things they do."

You felt ridiculous tearing up as it was just something of the past, but you felt ten times more embarrassed as you felt the tears roll down your cheeks. You couldn't look him in the eye anymore, glancing down as your face turned an angry red in shame.

Jungkook cupped your hot cheeks, wiping away your tears with the pad of his thumb. You felt a sense of deja vu, thinking back to the first time you met. Except this time, you didn't try cut his hand off.

"You're right to not trust the world," he muttered, gently pulling you closer to rest his lips on your forehead, giving you a light peck, "but you can trust me, okay? I'll always find a way back to you."

You couldn't say or do anything but just quietly cry in his arms as he comforted you. You aren't sure what came over you. Nor did you understand why you were so attached to Jungkook and why he was so attached to you. Why was he so willing to protect you? To take care of you? And always come back to you as he says? And why do you let him? Was it the lack of love in your life that made you crave his? Was it because your self-conscious felt safe enough around him and the rest of the boys that you've developed an unhealthy attachment to them?

You weren't so sure or understood anything in life anymore. The last thing you remembered before finally drifting off to sleep was Jungkook's body snuggled up close to yours as he gently caressed your hair.

Until you jolted up the next morning to Hoseok's frantic voice piercing your eardrums,

"He's gone!"

(a/n: HERE SHE ISSS after a long weeks hiatus she has returned ladies & gentlemen!! i hope u enjoyed this part. honestly this part is lowk a let down after a weeks absence i’m so sorry like there’s no drama or action 🙄🙄 but don’t worry, as u can tell by my cliffhanger 🤭, the nxt part is for sure going to be more eventful!

i love u all thank u so much for reading n loving this series i rlly enjoy writing this series and can’t wait to write out all my ideas i’ve planned for this series 💖 till nxt time, stay sexy kids xoxo😛😛😘😘)

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ilyasorokinn · 2 years

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big brother, eli , freddie andersen

note, this was inspired by elvis (blue jackets) and his wife's gender reveal. that's it, that's the tweet. i feel like, for me, this has been highly anticipated. i love this family so much, i can't even explain it, so yeah. if you're confused about the timeline, check it out here. this fic is part of the "andersen adventures" series. check out this masterlist for more. pair, freddie andersen x reader summary, the andersen's are eagerly awaiting the birth of their newest baby. warnings, pregnancy, babies, children, all that jazz word count, 3228 words

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July 2022

Elias was down for a nap, so you decided to take the test then. You had an inkling that something was wrong, and like the last pregnancy, Jasper was already acting very protective, more so than usual.

You waited for the timer to go off, and while you did, you paced your bedroom, thinking about what life would be like with two kids.

When the timer went off, you made your way into the bathroom and picked up the test. You stared at it in shock for a few moments, letting it sink in.

"Holy crap." You laughed, wiping your eyes as the tears started. You took a deep breath as Jasper walked into the room, "Look at you, Jaz, looks like you knew it before me again." You laughed.

He climbed into your lap and sat down. You smiled, hugging him, running a hand up and down his back, "You're the best big brother in the world." You whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his head.

After finding out you were pregnant, you ordered shirts for Elias and Jasper to surprise Freddie with, but until then, all you could do was wait and act like everything was normal.

Freddie was definitely getting suspicious due to your strange eating habits and how weird Jasper was acting.

"Hey, there's a package for you," Freddie announced, walking into the living room and handing you the box. You had been tracking that package since it left the shipping address, so you knew it was coming that day.

"Thank you." You plucked it from him and made your way into the bedroom, Elias' hand in yours as Jasper followed after you both.

"What happened to the sandwich I just made?" He called after you.

"I'll eat it later. Thank you." You shut the door behind you, leaving Freddie very confused.

20 minutes you opened the door, Elias in your arms, wearing his "Big Brother" shirt, as he held his stuffed animal to his chest, Jasper trotting behind you, wearing his own little "Biggest Brother" shirt.

"So, what's with all the secrecy?" Freddie raised a brow.

"Well, I sort of have a big surprise for you." You shrugged.

"Sort of big?"

"Sort of big." You nodded. You maneuvered around so he could sort of see Elias' shirt, "Show papa your shirt." You told Elias.

He moved his arm with his stuffed animal away from his chest so Freddie could read his shirt, "Big brother?" He read out confused.

"Look at Jas' shirt." You instructed, and he looked down and read it. His eyes went wide as he bent down to get a better look at the little shirt he was wearing, "Biggest brother." He looked up at you, a look of shock on his face, "Are you...?"

"We're gonna have another baby, Freddie." You nodded, feeling the tears already begin to form. You set Elias down as he stood up and wrapped you in a big hug.

"Oh, my God." He laughed. You could feel his shoulders shake as he cried, "So this is why you were acting so weird." Freddie looked down at Jasper as he wiped his eyes.

"That's what I think." You nodded.

He looked back over at you, and the smile on his face couldn't get any bigger, "Baby." He leaned his forehead on yours. You smiled, leaning up and kissing him.

You were sitting in the doctor's office, waiting for your name to be called. Freddie was sitting next to you, just a ball of nerves. His leg was bouncing and he was fidgeting with his hands a lot.

"Y/N Andersen?" The nurse called out, looking around the room. You and Freddie both looked at each other before standing up, "All right, if you'll both just follow me." She led you into the room.

The nurse asked the normal routine questions and took down all the necessary information. Then she left, and that left you and Freddie alone.

You sat together in silence, not saying anything. He was sitting in the chair next to the laid on the exam table, his hand held tightly in yours.

"Mrs. Andersen?" The doctor knocked on the door, then stepped in, "Welcome back." The doctor laughed, "How old is Elias now?"

"Turned 1 a few weeks ago." You smiled.

"Well, be sure to tell him happy birthday from me." You and Freddie both nodded, "All right, let's see your baby."

She squirted some of the jelly onto your stomach, "All right, let me know if it's uncomfortable at any time." You nodded. She started moving the wand around before the view of Baby Andersen finally came into view.

"There's your baby." Your eyes were glued to the TV screen in front of you on the wall, "And here's the heartbeat."

The room was dead silent, except for the sound of your baby's heartbeat through the speakers. You looked over at Freddie, who was already looking at you, a smile on his face and tears in his eyes.

He reached over and hugged you the best he could without touching your stomach, "Can we have lots of pictures?" He asked, pulling away.

"I'll make lots." The doctor smiled. She left the room but the still of your baby was still on the TV screen. No words were spoken between you as you just stared up at the screen.

August 2022

"All right, we have two little surprises for you." You told your parents.

"A surprise for us?" Your mom asked, kissing Elias' head. You were visiting them, so you knew the timing was perfect.

"Yeah." You looked over at Freddie, who was sitting on the couch opposite the one you were sitting on.

"Okay, open this first." You handed them each a bag. Both had mugs that read "Best Grandma" for your mom and "Best Grandpa" for your dad.

They opened the bags and pulled out the mugs, "Oh, this is cute." You could tell they were both confused as they read the mugs.

You pulled the ultrasound out of your pocket and they both stared at it for a moment, "Is that Eli?" Your mom asked.

"No, this is from a couple weeks ago."

"Get out of here!" Your mom pulled you into a hug, "You're pregnant?"

You nodded, "What the heck?" Your dad stood up and hugged Freddie, "Congratulations." You and your mom pulled away.

"Oh, you're gonna be a big brother, Eli." She cooed. Eli giggled, bobbing up and down, having no clue what she had said.

"Oh, man." Your dad made his way back over to you and he pulled you into a big hug.

Before the season started, you flew up to New York to visit Sydney. You were, of course, close to a lot of the girls in Toronto, but Sydney, and a few others, were the ones you were closest to.

She wanted to come to visit you, but she was pretty late in her own pregnancy, "Oh, look at you." She cooed as she opened the door.

"Look at you, Miss Bump." You looked down at her big baby bump.

You got settled in before sitting both Matt and Sydney down, "So, what's so important that you couldn't tell us over the phone?" She asked.

"Well, I have some news." You began. You pulled out the sonogram photos from your pocket.

"Shut up!" Sydney exclaimed, "Are you serious?"

"Yeah." You nodded.

"You're actually pregnant?" She stood up, looking about ready to cry.

"I am." You nodded, pulling her into a hug.

"Oh, my goodness." She squeezed you as hard as a pregnant person could, "When are you due?"

"April." You answered, hugging Matt who had stood up.

"I can't believe this. This is crazy." She wiped her eyes. Winnie waddled into the room and looked around confused, "Did you hear that, Win? Auntie Y/N's gonna have a baby."

You bent down to her height as she walked over to you and hugged you, "Oh, thank you, Win." You laughed tearfully, hugging her back.

You watched the phone ring, waiting for Ryanne to answer the FaceTime call. When the call finally connected, instead of seeing Ryanne, you got a big shot of Gavin's face.

"Why, hello Gavin." You laughed. At the sound of Gavin's name, Elias' head popped up and he ran as fast as his little legs could carry him over to you, "Oh, would you look at that. Someone wants to say "hi"." You moved the phone down to Elias could say his hellos.

After they talked, you grabbed the phone back, "So, what's up?"

"So, I have good news and bad news."

"Oh, dear." She inhaled.

"Which do you want to hear first?"

"All right, let's go for the bad news."

"All right, bad news: I won't be able to go on the girl's trip."

"What? Why not?" She asked.

"Well, this leads me to my good news..." You paused for dramatic effect, "I don't think I'll be able to fly 7 months pregnant."

Her jaw dropped and she stared at you for a few seconds, "Are you serious? Are you messing with me?"

"No, this is serious. I'm actually pregnant."

"How far along? When are you due?"

"I'm about 7 or 8 weeks along and I'm due in April."

"Oh, my gosh. I knew it! You came to Philly, and you left with that look. I told Claude that this was gonna happen."

"It was all you. You put this idea in my head." You jokingly glared at her.

"Oh, boy. Palmer's gonna have a friend." She clapped happily.

"I know." You laughed.

You had lots of people to tell, but the people at the top of your list to tell where all your girlfriends, especially the girls from Toronto. You were close with a couple girls from Anaheim, but nowhere near as close as Toronto. So, you and Freddie took a short trip up to Toronto.

You invited them all out for dinner with the lie that you just wanted to catch up, which wasn't too far from the truth, "So, we came up here 'cause we, of course, wanted to see all of you, but we also have a surprise."

"A surprise?"

"Yeah." You nodded, pulling out the sonogram from your pocket. You held it up and there was a collective gasp from everyone at the table.

"Is this real? Is this recent?" Steph asked.

"Yeah."

"Are you really pregnant?" She asked and when you nodded, and jumped out of her seat and pulled you into a hug.

"Awh, it's gonna be a little Eli." Courtney cooed, hugging you next.

"Or a little girl."

"I can't imagine Eli having a little sister or even being a big brother." Mitch laughed, hugging Freddie.

"I'm so happy for you guys." Aryne pulled you into a big hug, "This is why you were drinking Ginger Ale the other day." She commented.

"Yeah." You laughed as everyone else enveloped both you and Freddie in hugs.

November 2022

The moment the ice rink came into view from down the hall, Elias was running down the hall, leaving you and Freddie in the dust. Jasper, ever the protector, ran after Elias.

When he got to the end of the hallway, he turned around and looked at you. Jasper sat down next to him, looking back at you too, "Skate?" Elias asked, pointing at the ice once you had made it to the other end of the hallway.

"Not today." Freddie bent down next to him, "Remember? We're gonna pop the balloon?"

"And find out if the baby is a boy or a girl." You added.

"Skate?" Elias asked again.

"We'll skate another day, come on." Freddie stood up, picked up Elias, and held him on his hip.

The reason for the ice rink is the place of your gender reveal was it was the place you, Freddie, and even Elias loved. It was a special place for both of you.

Only a select few people knew of the upcoming arrival (Your families, close friends, the team, and a few members of staff), but other than that, no one knew.

The team was recording it but holding onto it until you were ready to share it with the world, "Eli, do you want a little brother or sister?" The media person asked.

"Brother." He stated, his eyes so serious, you were almost scared of what would happen if it were a girl.

"All right, you ready, E?" Freddie asked. You were all bent down to Elias' level so he could get a good view too.

"Yeah!" He clapped.

"All right, you wanna give me a countdown?" Freddie asked, looking back at you.

"I count down," Elias announced.

"All right, you count down for daddy." You told him.

"Three, two, one!" Once Elias got to one, Freddie popped the confetti gun, and pink confetti flew out. You both looked at each other, then looked down at Elias, who looked conflicted.

"Brother?" He asked.

"No buddy, you're gonna have a baby sister." He pouted, "Are you happy?"

"We play sticks?"

"Yeah, you'll get to play sticks with baby sister." You reassured, kissing his head with a smile before Freddie pulled you into a hug. Jasper distracted Elias with kisses as you and Freddie hugged,

“A girl.” He muttered, lifting you off the ground. Your arms tightened around his neck as he spun you around.

"Your gonna be a girl dad." You giggled, pulling away as he set you down on your feet. He only smiled, pulling you back into a hug.

With your bump growing more and more each day, you knew the news would get out somehow. The season was well underway and you could only hide the bump for so long.

"We have to tell people soon." You told Freddie.

"Tell people? We've told everyone."

"No, like the internet. I've been to a couple home games where people have asked to take pictures with me, and we hugged, and I'm just tired of hiding it."

"All right, all right." He nodded, "We can post it, if that's really what you want, but know, once it's out there, it's out there forever."

"I know, and I'm okay with that." You nodded.

"All right, I'll talk to the media team tomorrow." He kissed your head.

"Thank you."

January 2023

You made your Instagram posts, and even the NHL account posted a little congratulatory post for you too, so after you posted, you gave the Canes social media team the "okay" to post your little gender reveal.

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canes Pulling this one out of the archives. So happy for the Andersen family! Baby Andersen coming 2023! ❤️🖤

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ynandersen 😊❤️

canesfan1948 omg congrats!! and a little girl?!

ryannegiroux a girl!! eli is gonna be the best big brother!! ❤️

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Freddie was standing in front of his locker, impatiently trying to get done with media. He wanted to go home and just relax with you, Elias, and Jasper.

"Freddie, congrats on the baby." The reporter smiled.

"Thank you." Freddie nodded appreciatively.

"Now did Elias react when he found out about his baby sibling?"

"Well, I think you all saw in the video, all he was concerned about was being able to play mini sticks with the baby." He laughed, eliciting a laugh from the reporters, "But he is very excited, and he’s been very involved in everything, and we make sure to explain to him what’s going on every chance we get.”

“Is he excited to be a big brother?"

"He is. He's super excited." Freddie nodded.

April 2023

You heard him before you saw him. Elias was running down the hall of the maternity ward, his feet slapping against the floor as he tried to find the room you were in.

When he finally found it, he knocked on the door before pushing it open. He looked around cautiously, "Hi, buddy." You flashed him a big bright smile, your newborn baby in your arms.

He stared in awe at the baby you were holding, "You wanna meet her?" He nodded. Freddie helped him onto the bed before standing next to the bed.

"Eli, meet your new sister, Alma." Elias looked down at his new sister.

"Sissy." He giggled, reaching out and running a gentle finger across her cheek. You and Freddie smiled at each other as you watched him interact.

"Do you want to hold her?" You asked. He looked up at you, a hesitant look on his face, "If you want to, you don't have to." He nodded, "All right." He continued to look at her and run his finger across her cheek.

July 2023

"Freddie, let me just say, before we start, congrats on the baby." Emily Kaplan smiled through the screen.

"Thank you, thank you." Freddie nodded, a smile on his face as he glanced over at the picture of the four of you on his desk.

"How has it been? You're 3 months, almost 4 months into this."

"It's been great. I mean, parenthood isn't all sunshine and rainbows, and it definitely has its days, but the most rewarding part is just the days where it's just us and we're hanging out, going to the park, or watching a movie."

Emily smiled, "How is Alma different from Elias?"

"Well, she's only been here for 3 months, but already, we can already tell how much alike she and Eli are." They both laughed.

The interview went on as normal. Questions about work, the upcoming season, and things of that nature, "So, I know this is a little old, but I've been meaning to ask about your wife's infamous trade tweet." Freddie cracked a smile and nodded, "Did you know she was gonna do that?"

"I let her know she could say something, but I never expected anything like that. I thought my old team would post something about it, but she beat them to it, and the world went wild."

"I remember seeing the tweet and just cracking up. I mean, the whole office lost it." He laughed.

"Yeah, I a few teammates sent me some texts about it and had a good laugh." The door was softly pushed open, and Elias popped his head in. Freddie smiled and waved.

Elias smiled, and waved, running over and hugging Freddie's leg. He raised his hands, signaling he wanted to be picked up, so Freddie listened and placed Elias on his knee.

Elias looked down at his dad's screen and waved to Emily, "Hi, Elias."

"Hi." He spoke shyly.

"I was just talking to your dad," She started, pausing and looking back at Freddie, silently asking if she could continue. When Freddie nodded, she did, "So, what's your favorite part of being a big brother."

Elias thought about it, before answering, "Pizza."

Emily laughed, confused, "Since we're usually in such a rush for dinner, we usually end up eating pizza, and clearly that's Elias' favorite." Freddie explained.

"I love pizza." Elias smiled at her, "Well, thank you for joining me, Freddie, and thank you, Elias. I've had a lot of fun."

"Thank you for having me." Freddie smiled, "Well, us." He corrected.

She nodded and smiled, "Can't wait to see you on the ice."

"Me, too." He laughed.

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like dominos

timeskip! miya atsumu x gender neutral! reader

summary: living with the MSBY 4 in a nutshell

a/n: something short and sweet <3 hope you like it!

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'Bokuto quit moving! I'll mess it up!'

'I'm sorry! I just wanna get comfortable!'

You laughed while desperately trying to keep the white hairdye away from the furniture in your living room. Bokuto recently injured himself during practice, the doctor advising him to stay at home for the next few weeks, which meant he couldn't get his hair done.

He was also restless, the man can't hold a position for five minutes. Which was something you were completely unaware of when he asked you to help with redying his hair.

'What the fuck do you think you're doing?'

'Bonding!'

You and Bokuto replied with a smile in unison, resulting in a very annoyed Sakusa giving you dirty looks. He didn't say anything else, retreating to his room to resume studying for his upcoming tests.

Bokuto and you were vibing along to the music, it was an effective way of making him sit still as he drummed his fingers to the beat and hummed the off key tune.

The door to the apartment opened, revealing a sweaty Atsumu and Hinata who just got back from a jog. Hinata greeted you and Bokuto, but you didn't dare look away from your job, not wanting to ruin the finishing touches. Bokuto on the other hand almost stood up enthusiastically, hadn't it been for your elbows firmly on his shoulders.

'Stop moving!'

'Sorry!'

You sighed heavily, not noticing the way Atsumu eyed you and his teammate suspiciously.

'Whatcha doin?'

'Y/N is helping me fix my hair!'

'I am trying but you can't stay still!'

Bokuto apologized yet again, a small pout forming on his lips. You sighed exasperatedly, giving every ounce of patience you had left to focus on the last stroke.

Atsumu huffed, quietly so you don't hear, and left to take a shower. Hinata plopped on the floor next to Bokuto, just as you finished securing the plastic wrap around his head.

The three of you conversed for half an hour before your timer went off, signaling it was time to wash the hairdye.

'Is Atsumu still in the shower?'

You asked as you looked around the room, the place being unusually quiet without the blonde in the vicinity.

'I don't think I've heard him leave the bathroom yet'

Hinata responded with a shrug, raising a brow when you got up from your spot on the couch and walked towards the bathroom.

'Atsumu hurry up! I need to wash Bokuto's hairdye or he's gonna go bald!'

Bokuto shrieked in the living room, but you were growing impatient with Atsumu's lack of response. Just as you were about to knock again and yell at him even more, the bathroom door swung open, revealing Atsumu with wet hair and wearing nothing but a towel.

'Oh finally. Took you long en-'

The words immediately died on your tongue upon seeing the sight before you. Atsumu looked at you half annoyed with his brow raised, until he realized you were checking him out and that expression quickly turned into a smirk.

'Like what you see angel~?'

The whole situation at hand caused your heart rate to increase rapidly. Your cheeks were flushed with heat - the heat that was radiating from his body. His smirk grew wider at your lack of response, and he leaned on the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.

Not knowing what to say, you shoved him out of the way, ushering Bokuto to come to the bathroom. When you shut the door Atsumu scoffed in disbelief, a slight blush on his cheeks as well.

How did that not work?!

As you blow dried Bokuto's hair, the image of Atsumu standing in front of you with just a towel around his waist wouldn't leave your mind. You knew he was hot, his muscles showed through some of the shirts he wore, but this was on another level. Not to mention the water droplets sliding down his toned abs that you definitely didn't look at.

Bokuto passed out after you were done and Hinata went to his room after a shower as well. You stood in the living room, thinking about what you could do now that you have some peace. You opted to catch up on the last few episodes of this kdrama you were watching, flopping on the couch and sighing contently.

Barely on the second episode, your eyes started to get droopy, but you were immediately jolted awake when you felt the couch shift beside you. Atsumu smiled softly, resting his back against the cushions and propping your feet in his lap.

'Sorry, didn't mean to startle you'

You blushed a little and yawned, quickly getting used to his hands massaging your feet.

'Mmm it's no problem'

You yawned again and Atsumu kept quiet, running his fingers over your legs as you relaxed into his touch.

You were seconds away from falling asleep when he spoke softly, almost as if he was uncertain.

'Hey Y/N?'

'Mm?'

You mumbled with your eyes still closed, drifting away more and more.

'Would you want to get coffee sometime? Just you and me?'

You smiled softly, heart warming at how candid he was being.

'Sounds great Tsum'

With that you fell asleep, failing to register the blush and smile that adored Atsumu's cheeks.

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hi! congrats on 3k wow! i would like to order a dark chocolate fudge for spencer reid, where you saw him kissing lila when the two of you were ‘dating’ then it ends with a sprinkled donut <3

come order something from the bakery!

thank you!! i loved writing this </3

You'd handled it pretty well, all things considered. Your naïve crush on Dr. Reid had been unprofessional, and you supposed if it took seeing him with someone else to snap you out of it, it was worth it.

But if you were really over it, why did your entire body freeze up when you'd caught a glimpse of Spencer's desk drawer?

That headline, that fucking headline stared you down mockingly from the young doctor's drawer, the magazine you'd clearly seen in the garbage now salvaged and kept safe with his personal belongings.

You cursed your recurring unprofessionalism as you hastily excused yourself to the bathroom, tears barely waiting until you were behind closed doors to spring free.

You were an adult, you shouldn't be having silly crushes. That was for middle school, you were a government agent. You'd hardly been in the bathroom for a minute before the door swung open behind you and you turned to find Emily staring at you sympathetically.

"For someone so smart," She let the door shut safely behind her before she continued, stepping forward to offer you a hug, "He's so fucking stupid."

You let out a weak chuckle against her shoulder, relishing the feeling of her arms around you. Sure, you wished they were Spencer's, but you'd take what you could get.

"You should stage a migraine or something," Emily suggested, rubbing a soothing hand across your back, "You can go home and get it all out, and, I dunno, throw darts at a picture of his face or something?"

Her ideas sparked another reluctant giggle from you, and you resentfully withdrew from the hug, wiping pitifully at your tear stains.

"I think I'll just work from home for today," You agreed, preparing yourself to face the rest of your team once more, "Thank you Emily," You smiled to the best of your ability, "I'll be okay."

She didn't seem to believe you very much, and if you were being honest, neither did you. But she nodded encouragingly, wiping away one last tear that had been smeared across your cheek before helping you back out of the bathroom.

She escorted you to Hotch's office, and you tried to ignore all of the curious stares you were getting from the rest of the team. You knew it had looked suspicious, and you knew that your eyes were still tinged red from your tears. But you carefully mumbled out your excuse, even going as far as to squint under the harsh lights of Hotch's office to make your lie more convincing.

"Right, you shouldn't be working then, go home and rest. Keep me updated," Hotch motioned to his phone on the corner of the desk, "And if you need a day or two to recuperate, take it."

You nodded weakly, thanking him profusely for understanding. You only felt slightly guilty for lying, but the feeling was far outweighed by your lingering jealousy.

"Reid," Hotch caught the doctor's attention through the open door of his office, "Drive Y/L/N home, she shouldn't be on the road with a migraine."

Even Emily reacted to Hotch's order, eyes widening a fraction as she watched Spencer scramble out of his seat.

"No, no," You waved your hands frantically, "I can drive myself! Really, it's more of an onset thing, it's not too bad yet. I just need rest, I can make it twenty minutes to my apartment." You grinned placatingly at Hotch, who didn't seem to take kindly to your argument, "I'm fine."

"I still think I should take you," Spencer mused hesitantly, "It would be safer and you could sleep in the car."

"I can-" Emily began, but Hotch cut her off, standing and escorting you out to stand beside Reid.

"Prentiss, you have paperwork to evaluate. Reid's just reorganizing his desk for the tenth time today, he can take her."

You shot her a grateful smile for her attempt, stomach sinking as you let Spencer lead you to the door. She only sent a sad smile back, waving goodbye at you and retreating back to her own desk.

You turned back to Spencer, a 'thanks' to him sticking in your throat as your eyes skimmed over the trash can beside the door. Inside, crumpled and torn, laid the same magazine you'd spotted only minutes before. You could barely even make out Lila's face on the cover, her features warped and distorted as she laid in the garbage.

"Can't believe that was still in my desk," Spencer chuckled, following your gaze to the trash, "'Thought I'd tossed it ages ago. C'mon Y/N, let's get you home and in bed."

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tiannasfanfic · 2 years

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Just a Tiny Misunderstanding

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader (Fluff)

Summary: When you notice that one of your coworkers at Fennel Fields has new injuries just about every day, you can't help but be concerned. You don't realize until later exactly how wrong your assumptions about Adrian Chase's situation is. (Crossposted to AO3)

Rating: Teen & Up

Author Notes: Happy Weekend everyone! Here’s something lighthearted and fun despite how serious it starts out. It was inspired by giving a friend some kinky advice, immediately followed by, “But don’t experiment with BDSM if you have a doctors appointment coming up and don’t want to have to explain exactly what y’all get up to in the bedroom in graphic detail.” Been there, done that. So, that got me thinking, Adrian probably goes into work at times beat up and someone would probably be concerned.

CW: Reader incorrectly assumes abuse, so there is implied abuse at the beginning. Mentions of injuries (bruises, scratches, broken ribs, etc), cursing, breaking and entering, a mild physical altercation between Vigilante and Reader. Adrian hints at having a fighting kink. Please let me know if I missed any!

Word Count: 2,816

Adrian Chase was in trouble. You were sure of it.

In the four months you had been working at Fennel Fields, you had noticed some things that made you uneasy. Sometimes he would come in with nasty looking bruises on his arms, other times a slightly black eye. Once he was even gone for a while only to come back all scratched up and limping.

The excuses were always ones you could easily see through. “I got mugged again” was a popular one of his, but you had figured out early on he was a terrible liar. And, even if he wasn’t, how many times can a person really get mugged in one week? Crime wasn’t that high in Evergreen anymore. Not since the vigilante roaming the streets got revealed as a government agent who could fight super charged aliens. Even though Vigilante had been around for years at that point, that seemed to finally make the criminal element take him seriously. You had even caught yourself wondering if Vigilante could fight those aliens, then what else he could do?

The final straw was the day you saw him wincing anytime he moved and caught him holding his side at times, like his ribs were hurting.

You knew then that you had to talk to him. You had to offer some kind of help or at least let him know he could trust you. You couldn’t just stand by and watch someone you were starting to really care about get hurt. Since the two of you were closing together that night and he always walked you to your car after closing, it gave you the time you needed alone with him to broach the topic.

“Hey, before you go, can I talk to you for a minute?” you asked after the two of you had reached your car.

“Sure!” Adrian said brightly then smiled big at you. “You can always talk to me about anything.”

When you looked into his eyes then and saw the happiness there, you almost chickened out. You’d never done anything like this before, but you knew it had the potential to go sideways. You knew you’d have to choose your words carefully. You just hoped you wouldn’t upset him.

“I just wanted to let you know that I’m always here for you,” you said quickly.

Adrian blinked a couple of times.

“Um, okay,” he said, then smiled again, looking slightly confused. “Thanks?”

Before you could lose your nerve, you fished a folded piece of paper out of your pocket and held it out to him.

“Here, take this,” you said, “It’s my phone number and address. If you ever need help, or need somewhere to go, come on over. Day or night, I don’t care what time it is. You don’t even have to call or text first.”

Adrian slowly took the slip of paper from you, his expression very confused at first. Then his face suddenly shifted to an alarmed expression, then quickly became suspicious. He took a step back and his gaze, now suddenly cold, swept you from head to foot, as if assessing you. That slightly confused you, but you just smiled with a warm softness when his gaze came back to your face.

“You don’t have you do this alone,” you said softly. “I’m here for you.”

Rather than be upset, Adrian suddenly brightened and was in an even better mood than before.

“Fucking sweet!” he said with the brightest smile you’d ever seen. “Thanks! I’ll definitely take you up on that!”

Relief washed over you. “Please do! Like I said, anytime, day or night.”

When you drove away just a little while later to go home, you noticed Adrian dancing by his car. You wondered what that was about but didn’t think much of it after that.

Five nights later, you were woken up in the early morning hours by a noise from your living room. This wasn’t unusual. Your bedroom door was halfway open to allow your cat to meander at night and sometimes he got bored. Bored cats in the middle of the night usually result in humans waking up in the middle of the night. You laid there for a moment, listening and trying to figure out if what Krieg was up to meant you needed to get up. When you didn’t hear anything else after a bit, you rolled over and closed your eyes to go back to sleep.

It didn’t take long for another sound from the living room to get your attention again. It sounded like something small had gotten knocked off a table, so you weren’t going to worry about it at first, but then your eyes flew open when you heard a muttered curse.

Someone was in your house.

Your eyes shifted to your bedroom door. It was angled in a way that you could see partially down the hall when the door was open, but with it halfway closed you couldn’t see much of anything. That meant no one could see in from that angle either. But you had to be quick.

Slowly, and quietly, you slid your legs out of bed. Keeping your eyes on the door, you leaned over to carefully grasp the baseball bat you had hidden just under your side of the bed. You carefully made your way to the door, trying to decide what to do. When you heard a creaking sound in the hallway, you froze for a second before ducking behind the door. That creaking meant someone was coming down the hallway toward your room.

Your mouth went dry, your heart hammering in your chest. You heard them step on another finicky floorboard, this one right outside the door. You adjusted the grip on your bat, holding it slightly above regular hand placement to get the maximum force from your swing in the close quarters.

A few moments later, the bedroom door slowly started moving inwards from someone pushing it open. You quietly stepped back against the wall, hoping they wouldn’t swing it open and into you.

They didn’t, it stopped just a few inches in front of your nose.

A figure came into view, slowly stepping into the bedroom. With your eyes more than adjusted to the dim lighting, you could see they were wearing some kind of costume that covered them from head to foot. You couldn’t make out any details since the outfit was mostly a matte black that blended easily in with the shadows. However, there was two horizontal stripes across his back that rang some bells. One was white, one was teal. You stared at them, trying to figure out where you had seen that color scheme before.

Then it dawned on you who you were looking at and your blood ran cold.

What the fuck was Vigilante doing in your house?

The worst thing you had ever done was pirate…well…everything. Movies, books, music, games, it didn’t matter to you. You even shared your streaming passwords with friends, and they did the same for you. You all were broke ass bitches that took care of each other like that. But there was no way Vigilante should know about any of that. Even if he did though, didn’t he have better things to do than come after a pirate? You were pretty sure there were still rapists and pedophiles in Evergreen. That should be more concerning than someone downloading Pathfinder books.

You watched him step further into your room, stopping once he got about halfway inside. You could just make out him turning his head, as if looking around your room.

If you were going to do something, it would have to be now before he turned around.

Slowly, and quietly, you pushed the door away from you until you had a clear path to him from your position. You held the bat at the ready, carefully avoiding another creaky spot on the floor. There were a lot of creaky spots since the house had been an unfortunate victim of termites many years ago, but you knew where they all were.

When you were just a few steps behind him, you raised the bat. You hesitated for a moment, trying to figure out where to aim. You didn’t want to kill him, just knock him out. The side of the neck maybe and hope it did the same as the Vulcan Neck Pinch? Or go for the back of the head and hope for the best?

While you only hesitated for a few seconds, it was enough time for Psycho Krieg to figure out there were two people in the house now, both were awake, and neither were petting him. And that just wouldn’t do.

“MROOOOW!” came from directly behind you.

Vigilante turned then and spotted you. You immediately swung.

He brought one arm up in time to deflect the blow, grabbing the bat with his other hand. He wrenched it easily from your grasp, which you were expecting since you weren’t a physically strong person. As soon as he started to yank the bat from you, you let go and quickly punched him in the face before taking off out the bedroom.

“Ow! What the fuck?” you heard him exclaim from behind you.

The voice rang some bells, but you didn’t stop.

Halfway down the hall, you heard his heavy footsteps close behind you and feigned as if to go towards your hall bathroom, but instead dodged into the living room at the last second. You heard him collide with the wall and start cursing. You still didn’t stop, running directly for the couch, jumping over it, and circling back around to head straight to the door.

Unfortunately, Vigilante predicted this move of yours and was ready for it. Since you were trying to get away, you didn’t see that he had shifted his direction when you were headed for the couch. He had a fifty-fifty shot of guessing which direction you would go after clearing the couch and chose correctly.

You were thrown against the wall, the wind getting knocked out if you. But you still put up a fight, thrashing wildly when he got close and getting a good knee to either his stomach or groin. You guessed his groin the way he doubled over with a sharp cry. Seizing this new chance, you made another break for the door, but your escape attempt was short lived. You were soon tackled to the floor. There was a struggle, and you ended up on your back.

“Fuck this,” you heard the man growl.

Then you felt the barrel of a gun pressing to your forehead, followed by the distinctive sound of the safety switching off and readied.

Immediately you went still.

You squeezed your eyes shut, heart hammering wildly in your chest.

This is it, you thought with an eerie calm. This is how I die.

At least it wasn’t from something stupid, like tripping over Krieg, falling into a table and breaking your neck, which is how you’d always assumed you would go out. You were pretty sure that cat was trying to kill you. At least getting killed by Vigilante would save what was left of your pride.

But the shot you were waiting for never came.

Silence filled the room save for Vigilante’s slightly winded breathing and your very heavy gasps for air. There was absolutely no question who was in better shape between the two of you.

Finally, after the longest moments of your life, Vigilante finally spoke.

“I’ve gotta say, you are sending some huge fucking mixed signals here,” he said, his breathing mostly normal by now. “First, you tell me I’m welcome over anytime, day or night, but then when I do come over, you try to beat the fuck out of me. What gives?”

That confused the shit out of you, so you opened your eyes. Vigilante was straddling your hips, the hand not holding the gun had a tight grip of both of your wrists and he had them held against your stomach. You swallowed heavily.

“W-what are you talking about?”

“You don’t remember?” the man quirked his head to the side, the tone of his voice confused. “We were standing right by your car, and you said if I ever needed help that I could come over, day or night.”

You stared at the masked figure above you in dismay.

Did this psycho overhear you talking to Adrian and, for whatever reason, think you meant him? No, that’s too stupid. No one is that dumb, even if they are a vigilante. But then why would he say…

Your eyes got wide.

You had recognized his voice as soon as you heard it but hadn’t placed it yet. The revelation that he knew what you had told Adrian was shocking and got your wheels turning. Both of those things nudged your conclusion in the right direction.

“Holy shit!” you exclaimed, yelling in dismay. “Adrian fucking Chase? You’re fucking Vigilante?!?”

Vigilante quickly dropped the gun and clamped his hand over your mouth.

“Shhhh!” he hissed. “You told me you knew! Why the fuck would you tell me that if you didn’t know already?”

You stared up at him incredulously, more confused than you ever had been in your life.

Then it dawned on you.

While you were correct in assuming that Adrian Chase was getting beat up every night, it was not for the reasons you thought.

And then, AND THEN, you just had to tell him that you were there for him, he didn’t have to do it alone and that he could always come to you for help.

Well shit.

You laid there completely still, staring up at him in shock. It’s not like you could do much else.

Vigilante seemed to realize that too.

“If I move my hand, are you going to scream?”

You shook your head. He studied you for a few seconds before he slowly removed his hand from your mouth.

You licked your lips nervously.

“I-I actually had no idea who you are until right now,” you said slowly, not sure if it was a good idea to admit that or not.

From the shadows in the room, you couldn’t see his eyes through the visor, but you could feel his eyes boring into you.

“Okay,” he said slowly, sounding even more confused. “Then why did you say all those things about coming to you for help and being here for me?”

You sighed and looked at the visor where you assumed his eyes were.

“Because I was afraid you were being mistreated by someone,” you said. “And no one deserves to go through that thinking they are alone and have no one that will help them.”

Vigilante’s head cocked to the side.

“What the hell does that even mean?” he said, sounding more confused than ever.

Now you just felt embarrassed. Your cheeks were burning.

“I thought you were being abused by your partner.”

Vigilante sat back on his heels a bit in surprise.

“Why would you think that?” he said.

“Dude, you kept coming into work looking like you had gotten into a fight with a wild cat.”

“Didn’t I say I was mugged?” Adrian just kept sounding increasingly confused with each question. “I had a good excuse.”

“You’re a terrible liar,” you said, breathing and heart rate mostly normal. “You couldn’t lie if your life depended on it.”

“Oh,” he said, then let go of your hands. He looked prepared to grab them again if he needed to, but you just laid there, rubbing your wrists. “Thanks for looking out for me though! That’s actually super nice of you.”

“No problem. Can you let me up, please?”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.”

Vigilante got to his feet, then offered his hand to you. You accepted and he easily pulled you to you up to yours. He proceeded to take of the mask and replace it with a pair of glasses from his pouch.

You had to admit, he looked adorable flushed from heat of the mask and his hair damp with sweat.

But, adorable or not, that still didn’t stop you from slapping him.

“Ow! he exclaimed, then rubbed his cheek with stunned expression. “What the fuck was that for?”

“I said you could come over day or night,” you said, glaring at him. “Not break into my house day or night. You scared the shit out of me. Use the damn doorbell next time.”

Adrian’s eyes lit up when you said, ‘next time.’

“And, I have to say, it's fucking fun wrestling around with you," he said with a grin. "You are much, MUCH feistier than I’d have ever have thought! And what a slap! Keep that up and I might not ever leave!”

You didn’t have a good justification for yourself as to why exactly your face burned such a bright red at that.

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hihi ^^

so i have another request but for spiderman (mcu) where it takes place post no way home, basically fem!reader doesnt end up losing her memory abt peter and she's always been by his side even after everything. But peter thought she would just lose her memory as well so when she finds him one day he gets shocked and emotional and the whole thing's js fluffy, comfort with some hurt/angst

i dont mean to rush or anything cuz u prolly have other reqs😭 but i js came up with this rn and wanted to drop it to u <33

Oh my god, a request not for the Maze Runner??? My time has come. I'm joking, I love writing for TMR, but there is a range of universes I write for on my masterlist and I'm actually thinking of updating it, so keep an eye out :))

LONG TIME COMING

MASTERLIST | PETER PARKER MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Takes place after the events of No Way Home.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, teenage angst and loneliness, sad times.

You'd known Peter Parker your whole life.

You went to the same pre-school, kindergarten, middle school and high school together. You were connected at the hip for life, even when Ned joined in with your little group.

When you and Ned accidentally found out that Peter is Spiderman, neither of you knew how to react or what to do. But, over time, you all got used to it.

Ned used to always tease you because he thought you had a crush on Peter. You always brushed him off and told him he was dumb, until Peter started to crush on MJ. You weren't even bothered when he liked Liz, but that was different.

MJ was like you guys. A loser and a nerd who was smart and sarcastic, and she was gorgeous. Peter loved her, and when they started dating after MJ figured out he was Spiderman, you didn't have a chance.

Then Mysterio leaked Peter's face and he was desperate to change that. Seeking out Doctor Strange and accidentally causing a tear in the Multiverse.

You met his other universe counterparts, and enemies, and everything changed after that.

Peter vanished.

Your best friend for your whole life had disappeared.

But the weird thing was no one seemed to care. No one even remembered him.

MJ, Ned, everyone you went to school with- nothing.

You asked MJ day in, day out, you spoke to Ned about him all the time. But they just thought you were losing your mind or that this boy was someone you'd met and had mistakenly thought you'd introduced.

But you knew Peter. You heard the spell Docter Strange had cast- but you remembered him. Somehow, his spell left you unaffected.

Maybe it was a strange override- you'd known him your whole life, so without Peter, you'd have no memories left. And that would definitely be suspicious. Or maybe it was how close the two of you were, some unspoken rule that you can't forget the one you love most.

Peter was your entire life- he is your entire life.

And now he's gone.

But if Peter taught you anything, it's that you can't give up. He's got to be somewhere in the city, and you're going to keep looking, no matter how big New York may be.

"You're going out again?" You mother stands in the doorway of the living room of your small apartment. You've been fighting with your shoes for the last couple of minutes, accidentally waking her up. "It's very early."

"I have to, Mom, I can't waste any time-"

"I know, I know," she sighs. Your mother is your biggest supporter, but even she is doubtful. "This... boy, your friend that no one remembers- an Avenger, a superhero. You have to find him, but... but, sweetheart, are you sure that-?"

"Yes, I'm sure- no, I'm not losing my mind, even if everyone thinks I am. I'm going to find him, if it's the last thing I do." You put your foot down, standing with your arms crossed.

Your mother sighs. "Okay- but at least wear a coat; it's horrendous out there."

You give her a sheepish smile, then a nod. Grabbing your coat off of the hook in front of your door, you pull it over your shoulders. You open the door, slamming it behind you and taking to the streets, once again.

Darkness still consumes the rougher area you live in, sunlight just starting to peek over the buildings. Your mother was right; the rain beats down on the stone streets, sending a chill through you as it sinks in through your jeans- your coat keeps your upper body dry, though.

You prefer the mornings. It's still quiet, the only people about are coming home from night shifts or having to make early commutes to work. On your days off from work, this is how you spend your time. Walking the streets every chance you can get. Every chance you've had for the last few months.

The only hint you got was when a strange boy came into MJ's work. You just knew it had to be Peter, but you were too busy covering a shift to be there.

As the shops start to open, businesses coming into full swing, the creeping thought that this might be another day wasted starts to take over. You're starting to think you're never going to see him again.

You should've said something. Before him and MJ started dating, you should've realised your feelings sooner and told him how much he meant to you- maybe then he would have come looking for you as well.

You stand outside a corner shop, taking the moment to check your phone. MJ has sent a picture of the view from MIT with Ned in it. You smile. Your friends went to college and whilst you stay in touch, you chose to start working after school to help your mother instead.

And to stay and look for Peter.

"Oh! I'm sorry, Miss," the voice strikes you as you look up. You blink repeatedly like you're imagining it.

Peter stands, having just come out of the shop, a bag of groceries in his hands as he talks to a woman he's just bumped into by mistake. You'd think his Spider Sense would make him less clumsy.

They have a brief interaction, before she slips past him and into the store. And he, of course, holds the door open for her.

"Peter," your voice barely comes out as a croak, watching him adjust his bag to carry it easier. "Peter!" You scream.

He freezes, looking up and meeting your eye as you stand in the pouring rain.

It's him. You can't believe it's him.

"(Y/N)?" He stands in some form of disbelief, completely unable to process that you just said his name.

"Peter!" You move forward, jogging towards him. You throw your arms around him, making him stumble backwards as he stiffens for a second.

In a heartbeat, his shopping scatters to the floor, his strong arms encasing you, pulling you in closer.

"(Y/N), oh my God," he mumbles into your damp hair. He pulls away, his hands on your shoulders as tears threaten to fall from your eyes. "How..? I don't understand- you remember me?"

You nod, frantically. "Of course, I do."

"But... how? How is that possible?"

"I-I don't know," you shake your head, your emotions finally caving as tears roll down your cheeks.

He pulls you back into a hug, clinging onto you like he never has before.

"Why didn't you come and find me?" You sob into his shoulder. "You spoke to MJ and Ned, I know you did." You sniff. "Why didn't you find me?"

"I-I couldn't... it's hard to explain," he sighs, pulling away again. "How about we talk about it somewhere dry, hm? I've got a place not too far away."

You give a stiff nod after a moment's hesitation. "Okay."

Peter's place is somehow worse than yours. It's a shitty one room apartment with a bed, a desk and a kitchen in the same vicinity.

"Nice place," you attempt to joke to break the awkward tension from the mainly silent walk here.

He scoffs in response. "It's not much... but, yanno, it'll do." He takes his jacket it off, hanging it up. "Here, give me your coat." You obey, taking it off and handing it to him for him to do the same.

He sits on the end of his bed. "Guess I better explain why I've not found you, huh?"

"I mean, it'd be appreciated." You rock on your heels, staying where you're stood instead of joining his side.

"I just... I couldn't..." He lets out a deep sigh. "When I saw MJ and Ned in the café, I was almost relieved you weren't there. Standing there and watching them have no idea who I was... hurt. It hurt so much. But it would've been so much worse if you were there. I couldn't bare the thought of looking at you and you not knowing who I was. Looking at me like I'm a complete stranger- I could handle MJ and Ned," he pauses, looking at you as you step closer.

Standing in front of him, he reaches for your hands, taking them in his and playing with the old ring he gave you as a birthday gift. He smiles slightly, the fact you still wear it warming him.

"But, I couldn't handle it with you." He looks up. "I couldn't do it. I couldn't face you as a stranger. My (Y/N) looking at me like I don't know anything -everything- about her?" He shakes his head, pushing his lips into a thin line. "I just... couldn't."

"I remember you. You should've."

He snorts. "Yeah, well, I know that now, don't I? You found me instead. Guess you've learnt something from me."

"Not really," you scoff. "I looked for you. Everyday for months since you vanished. I felt crazy- everyone thinks I'm losing my mind. But I knew I wasn't; I had to find you."

"I can't believe the spell didn't work on you," he chuckles lightly, and you grin, laughing too,in disbelief more than anything.

"Must be special," you joke, giving him a mischievous grin.

He rolls his eyes. "Yeah, I coulda told ya that."

Your face suddenly becomes serious. All of your feelings for Peter flooding back in the damn breaks. It's rolling over in your mind. You swore you would tell him how you felt when you found him, that you should've done it earlier.

But now, him sitting in front of you, still playing with your fingers like they're a fidget toy, you don't know if you can.

"Hey," his voice is soft, easily able to see the internal anguish you're facing. "I know that face," he nudges you, letting his hands fall to his sides. "What's wrong?"

You shake your head, taking in a deep breath. "You know, when I lost you, I thought over and over what I'd say when I found you again. And..." You trail off.

"And what? You can tell me anything, that hasn't changed."

"I know," you huff, "and I know that you're probably still in love with MJ, and I get that but... screw it, I have to tell you. I like you. More than just a friend, and it shouldn't have taken you getting a girlfriend and vanishing off of the face of the Earth for me to realise."

You look at him, in the eyes, his expression is blank but you keep going.

"I love you, Peter Parker. And I think I always have."

"You... love me?"

"You don't have to love me back. I get it, but I just had to tell you just in case I don't get another chance and lose you again."

He laughs.

Like, he actually laughs at you, making you feel even more insecure.

"What? Why are you..? Okay, it's not that funny, asshole."

"I'm not.." He grins, leaning forward before standing up, making you step back. "I've had a crush on you since we were five. I've wanted you for as long as I can remember, but I figured you didn't feel the same- I mean, you didn't act like you did. So, I tried pushing it down, dating other girls. A-and MJ meant a lot to me, but there's a reason you were the person I couldn't face."

His hand comes to your face, cupping your cheek and lifting your head to look more at him. "It's just funny because I... well, I have always loved you- and I think I probably always will."

You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, heat flushing your body as you step closer to him. Your noses brush, glancing at his lips before he fully leans in.

Your lips connect. Your hands pull on his damp shirt, his coming to your waist. You want to kiss him forever, feel him every chance you get. The heat quickly becomes more heated, the loneliness he felt washing away and the anxiety you had vanishing.

He's here.

And he's yours.

You're interrupted when your ringtone goes off.

"Sorry," you mumble as you pull away, pulling your phone out of your pocket and reading the name flashing up on your screen. "Shit, it's my Mom. Do you mind..?"

"No," he clears his throat, stepping back "'course not.

You pick up. "(Y/N)? Where are you? I've been texting you non-stop. You know I get worried when you-"

"Mom," you cut her off and she stops talking as a beat skips.

"...You found him, didn't you?" Her voice is almost happy for you, relief audibly filling her.

"Yeah," you squeak, emotions once again getting the best of you, "I found him."

Yooo, this was actually very fun to write and I very much enjoyed writing for the mcu for a change.

I have a fair few requests in atm so new requests may take a while for me to get to, but I will try to get through them ASAP.

I know most of you follow me for TMR content, but I hope you enjoyed something a bit different :))

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As the four hid away, a familiar doctor entered the room. He is the same one who had been injured by Nicole and Alden, he only stood to study the room. “I swore I saw some trouble makers were here…” He spoke suspiciously as he walked in.

“Fuck! Okay, we need to come up with an idea, and fast… Bro, you still got the flash light?” Thomas whispered; although he was clearly scared, but he was more scared for Toby, Ellie, and Ein.

“Got it, and I think I know what you have in mind… Ellie, is your bag hard enough to punch someone in the face?” Tobias questioned her, while Eleanor was very nervous and tried to control her breathing a bit. “Hey, we’re going to be okay. We will not let him hurt you. Okay?” Toby gave a soft smile, but that quickly faded as the footsteps got closer. Now he and his brother were ready to fight…

As the MOJ doctor approached to look over, “Now, what was in-” he was now met with a blinding light and a good wack on the head by the brothers. “ACK-! So there was someone here!” The doctor yelped as he took a few steps back, but thanks to Thomas’s blow, the world was spinning for the poor doctor as he finally collapsed.

“Sorry, but no way in hell we’re turning into creepy people with fake smiles…” Thomas said, now turning over to the group. “Double time! Find a map, and let’s bail! I don’t know how long he’ll be out cold for or his buddies come in! Go!”

Just like that, they began to quickly search the lab. The boys threw papers on the ground; unaware of their importance until Ellie picked two up… she was once again white as a sheet. Sadly, there was no time as she put them in her bag to inform the boys later.. she looked over to hear soft barking and sees Ein covered in dust holding a map in his mouth.

“Ein, very nicely done!… But I’ll clean you up later…” Eleanor gets up to investigate the map, viewing the layout, reading all the names, and above the facility… “The Sanctuary”. “That’s it! Excellent! Boys, we’ve got it! Let’s go!”

“Awesome!” Both brothers responded as they all made a run for it, not wanting to look back or see if the Doctor on the floor was okay… but as Toby passed him; a grip of dread made him fall over, as he looked behind-

“All of you are not going anywhere!” The Doctor cackled, causing Tobias to yell out of panic. “Especially you, boy! Can’t you feel it?! The JOY flowing within you?! Your time of JOINING US is coming, there is no turning back!” He laughed, gripping onto Tobias’s leg; truly refusing to let him go…

Tobias was scared, he didn’t know what the crazy man was talking about. Finally, fight mode kicked in as he began to hit and kick the Doctor. “I have no idea what you’re talking about! But I am not joining them OR you! Let go! Guys!! Help!!” He cried, until feeling hands trying to pull him away, looking up to see Eleanor playing a new game of tug-of-war to free Tobias.

“Not in the pits of hell! Nether him or all of us are joining you! Ein, Go defend!” Eleanor commanded Ein, as the Shiba Inu charged and bit on the Doctor’s rear end, yet he didn’t flinch as he still held onto the boy’s leg. Thomas meanwhile approached with his metal pipe in hand. Looking very angry….

“If any of you fucks touch my brother, Eleanor, or Ein one more time…” He raised his pipe up in the air. “I’ll make you all regret it!” With a full swing, he hits the Doctor on his arm as a loud pop was heard. The Doctor yelled out of pain and instantly letting go of Tobias as they all run out of the room. Slamming the door shut.

The Doctor slowly stood up while holding his now broken arm to look out through the glass windows. As he now sees two flipped birds and hearing a muffled, “¡Muere loco por eso!” Out of the brothers, and Eleanor giving a angry look. As the group finally disappeared into the halls.

The Doctor limped over to the control table and made an Alarm. “Calling all Ministry of Joy Agents, Aids, and Smiling Advocates! We have a group of Trouble Makers in our Ministry! Anyone who captures them will have the Honor to Marmalise them! And remember… Smile. Always.~” He finished as he coldly cackled. Pressing buttons on the control panel to unleash the developing advocates.

“Oh you fucking rat!” The guitarist spat out after hearing the announcement. “Ellie! How far are we and where are we going?!” Thomas asked while looking over to Eleanor who is looking through the map.

“There is going to be an emergency door up ahead! I can try to see if I can force close it!” She responded as she puts the map away, looking up to see there are indeed heavy emergency doors. “Give me time to study them to see if they’ll close! Try your best to hold anyone back!”

“Right!” Responded the brothers, as they are now nearing the door, but the atmosphere for them turn into heavy dread, causing all their blood turned cold as they began to hear loud laughter coming behind them. Looking back to see shadows getting bigger and bigger…

“They released their own hounds on us!” Toby yelped out with fear. Now looking back to Eleanor. “I hate to rush people, but Ellie! Double time please and thank you!” He then looked over to see Thomas holding his guitar, pick ready on the strings. “Thomas! What the fuck are you gonna do?! Get over here!!”

Thomas didn’t respond, and yet… he himself didn’t respond to anything really. As if… someone or something is calming him…

To be continued…

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Spider Knight 8: Mad doctor.

Dr Otto Octavius was working in his laboratory and supervising the rookie scientists who were taking care of the construction of new Atlesian Knight-200 until a familiar figure entered the laboratory and Otto went to the figure that would be General Ironwood.

Otto octavius: Good morning general ironwood what is the reason for your visit so suddenly here in the laboratory?

Ironwood: Otto do you have a minute? I have to talk to you, it's something very serious.

Otto octavius: Of course sir if something this serious I have enough free time. Folks I'm going to have to go out and talk to general ironwood but keep up the good work you all are doing!

Otto left the laboratory with ironwood and they would be in the corridor ironwood sighed and looked at otto's face who had an anxious expression but would be slightly serious.

Ironwood: Look, Otto, I apologize but for the news that happened in Vale, what Jacques told me that the machines you created were stolen and used by criminals made the council worried. So they are sending you to connors lab to avoid any suspicious use. I'm sorry old friend I hope you understand.

Otto heard that and he would have a slight expression of anger but he would take a deep breath and then he would look at the face of ironwood with a smile on his face.

Otto octavius: No problem general and I am happy to know that I will be working where my dear co-worker and friend Dr Connors worked. And also if the schnee company continues to help me in my projects with their materials I will be able to work on my biggest project!

Ironwood: What project are you talking about?

Otto octavius: I'm creating a machine that can create a controlled nuclear fusion something that can be an infinite source of energy that we can use to unify all kingdoms and avoid any war!

Ironwood: I hope your project works otto you have my support.

Ironwood would pat Otto on the back and walk out of the inn. Otto would enter the laboratory and tell the news to his co-workers and go to his room arranging the equipment that he would take to Vale until a figure stood at the door of Otto's office.

Arthur watts: I see you're going on a long trip to work my old friend.

Otto octavius: It's not a big deal, I'm just traveling to continue my work and avoid having our work stolen.

Arthur watts: It's going to be boring without you here haha.

Arthur would enter the room and extend his hand to Otto who would shake it soon after Otto would leave the room with some boxes and while he didn't realize Arthur would put a small drone in the mechanical arms that would install a virus in the arms.

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Jaune and his team were training for the vytal festival until jaune's scroll vibrated causing him to be distracted and being hit by a kick from ren.

Ren: Sorry jaune I didn't mean to hit you so hard.

Jaune : It's not your fault ren, it's okay, I just lost focus

Ren approaches jaune extending his hand to help him up. Nora and pyrrha who were training next to them approach the rest of their team.

Pyrrha: Jaune, we already talked about no scroll on while we train, you could have been seriously hurt if it weren't for ren

Jaune: Sorry guys, I'm very excited, a scientist I like is going to present his work here at Dr Connors' laboratory!

Nora: Wow jauney didn't know you liked this science stuff.

Jaune: A-ah i just think it's a cool hobby hehe.

Pyrrha: Well if you want we can take a break there when you get back from the presentation we can go back to training what do you think guys?

They agree and jane would give each one a hug and run to the presentation in connors lab. Jaune was looking around and saw Otto stopping looking at the machine that was in its final touches and he approached the doctor.

Otto octavius: It's almost complete but I feel something is missing…

Jaune: Maybe you can use some material that you can mold and count the energy that the machine can release to avoid any risk.

Otto listened to jaune's idea and would look to the side seeing the boy analyzed by the machine, which would make the doctor have a smile on his face.

Otto octavius: Looks like someone's been doing homework.

Jaune heard what Otto had heard and turned to him and held out his hand with a big smile on his face and Otto would shake it right away.

Jaune: My name is jaune arc and I'm a big fan of your work sir Otto Octavius!

Otto octavius: It's good to see young people like you taking an interest in science.

Jaune would smile at the comment and would look around and see Atlesian Knight-200 loading boxes and building the machine which would make him look slightly worried looking back at Otto.

Jaune: Mister otto why are you using robots instead of your private team?

Otto octavius: Well boy sometimes you have to replace people who don't believe or have no hope in what you're doing.

Jaune: But Mr. Otto, sometimes it's always good to have someone on your side to always review your mistakes and help you correct them.

Otto octavius: Hm thanks for the advice kid but let me know when it actually works.

Otto would do that with a light tone of anger, Jaune noticing this would leave the area and go to where the visitors were and ends up accidentally bumping into Weiss who was surprised to see Jaune in that place.

Weiss: Jaune?! What did you come here to do in the laboratory?

Jaune: I just came to see the presentation...?

Weiss: Hmph I hope this is the reason and not one of your attempts to ask me out on a date.

Jaune: I'm not going to bother you like I used to, I just want to enjoy this presentation, sorry hehe.

Jaune sits on the bleachers and looks to the side and notices Weiss sitting on his side and the two look to the center of the room where Otto was putting his robotic arms and turning on the machine.

Otto octavius: I want to thank the schnee company for providing materials for me to present to everyone a new source of energy. it's like having the power of the sun in the palm of my hands.

People clapped for otto seeing that the machine worked seeing the golden sphere in the center of the machine producing energy. Arthur, who was hidden in the middle of the audience; Would turn on his scroll and activate two viruses, one that would make the machine lose control, releasing energy and destroying a little of the laboratory. The second virus was ''O-1963'', which would make Otto more aggressive.

Otto octavius: Don't be afraid and just a slight energy leak will still be enough to contain.

The sphere was losing control and beams of energy coming out breaking the laboratory but Weiss would use her weapon and make ice constructs to protect the people who were fleeing.

Jaune: Weiss I'm going to try to call the others and meanwhile try to turn off the machine and save Mr Otto!

Weiss: Alright, just be careful ok?

Jaune would nod and run out of the room and go into the bathroom and pull scroll and see that it was off noticing this he would look around and see the security cameras burned out because of the release of energy from the machine. Jaune, Seeing the opportunity, would put on his suit and enter the room, sticking to the ceiling and Otto would look at him.

Otto octavius: Spider Knight?! What are you doing here?

Spider Knight: Otto you have to turn off this machine if it keeps releasing energy it could end up destroying the whole city!

Otto octavius: I will not listen to orders from an amateur hero!

Otto would send one of his mechanical arms hitting spider knight but the arm was hit by an ice shot making him get stuck against the wall and both otto and spider knight look at weiss.

Weiss: Spider knight that's right otto turn off the machine you're not thinking straight!

Otto octavius: Shut up you spoiled brat!

Otto would launch another mechanical arm in the direction of weiss but at the last minute spider knight would catch it making the attack miss and spider knight would look at weiss who was being held like a bride by him.

Spider Knight: Hey are you okay?

Weiss: Y-yes it's ok t-thanks for saving me b-but can you let me go?

Spider Knight: Of course I'm sorry!

Spider knight let go of Weiss with delicacy and the two look at Otto who was trying to keep that sphere of energy stable but failed each attempt, releasing more energy and destroying the laboratory more. Spider knight would look and see an area where the machine was connected and receiving its energy and then he would look at weiss.

Spider Knight: I have an idea but I'm going to need your help. That machine is running on those generators if I can distract him enough you can go over there and turn them off, Do you think you can do this?

Weiss: A schnee always manages to do!

Weiss would change his ammo and put gravity dust and use his glyphs to move faster. Spider knight would start to throw webs on his arms that were getting stuck but he would let go and when he let go they would go up to spider knight trying to hit him.

Spider Knight: Well now that you've turned into a villain what should I call you? Octopus head? Oh I know Doctor Octopus Suits you.

Otto octavius: Why don't you shut up you isolete arachnid!

Spider Knight: Awww did I hurt someone's feelings?

Spider knight was caught by the neck by one of the arms and placed against the wall and while the other one started to spin very fast resembling a drill was approaching the face of spider knight.

Otto octavius: Last words spider knight?

Spider Knight: Never let your guard down…

Otto heard that getting confused and looked back and saw Weiss cutting the cables causing the sphere of energies to disappear, he would scream in rage and launch the four mechanical arms in the direction of Weiss. Spider knight would break free and launch webs on the ceiling and pull a large concrete block that would fall on her head and otto causing him to pass out.

Weiss: Spider Knight are you okay?

Spider Knight: I'm fine with just a slight shortness of breath but I just need to rest. Let's get out of here, the police will probably come in and arrest him.

Weiss went to Spider knight helping him out of the laboratory. Time would pass and the jnpr team were in their dorm resting after a long day of training, Jaune would pull up his scroll and watch the news.

Jaune: Look, people apparently managed to find a cure for Dr Connors and that after some therapy he can be the head of the laboratory again.

Pyrrha: This is great jaune! I hope that when we fight at the vytal festival nothing strange happens.

Nora: Seriously, I don't want a giant nevermore or something like that to appear in the middle of the arena when we go to fight.

The four would let out light laughter at Nora's comment.

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(Pos-credit 1)

Otto was in his jail cell until a guard would arrive and say he had a call and take him to a private room and Otto would answer the scroll that was on the table.

Jacques: Look who's my good old friend otto answering my calls!

Otto octavius: What do you want gele?

Jacques: Nothing much, just wanted to thank you for your technology.

Otto octavius: What are you doing…

Jacques: No big deal, I'm just taking it for myself and my company, since you're a prisoner, so you don't have any rights over them hahah!

Otto octavius: You isolate! When I get out of prison you will pay no one steal technology from Otto Octavius!

Jacques: So see you there and thanks for the wendigo project haha.

Jacques hung up the call and Otto would grab the scroll from the table and breaking with rage and would let out a scream screaming jacques' name.

(Pos-credit 2)

Weiss was lying in her dorm fiddling with her scroll and saw an image of spider knight which made her blush slightly. Yang who was in the dorm playing video game saw weiss blushing and the image of spider knight and would start laughing which would make weiss slightly irritated.

Yang: Hehe looks like the snow princess has found her spider knight.

Weiss: Shut up yang!

Yang was just laughing at Weiss' reaction. Weiss tried to ignore it but remembered the moment she was being held by spider knight which would make her blush a lot.

(Pos-credit 3)

Connors laboratory was being built a scientist finds a glass capsule that inside had a black goo and had writing on its side ''V-635'' and the scientist would take it inside the laboratory.

(I thank @juanarc-thethird for helping me)

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