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getvalentined · 1 month

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I've never done a full breakdown of everything that happened to my version of Vincent while he was under the knife (although there is a partial breakdown from like 12 years ago on Ask Vincent Valentine), but @spinejackel tagged my recent Vincent doodle gushing about autopsy scar (Vincent Has a Y-Incision headcanon supremacy!) so I figured it was probably a good time. This is also probably the best method, since I can apply the right tags and trigger warnings to hopefully keep it from hitting the people who would be disturbed.

For anyone who doesn't know, figuring out the fucked up physiology of victims of science is like my entire jam. I think this is what happens when you let a chronically ill child watch Akira and the original Bubblegum Crisis OVA and most of the works of Masamune Shirow. All that before FF7 even existed. This means that the explanation under the cut may seem excessive, and this post is very long. I've been building it over over a quarter century, I don't think there's any avoiding it at this point.

Warnings for body horror, nonconsensual body modification, medical horror and torture. Basically, if there's anything you can think of related to becoming a victim of science under the rule of an unethical sci-fantasy oligarchy, it's probably in here to some degree. It's explained plainly and simply, in clinical but not visceral detail.

My headcanons for what Hojo did to Vincent are pretty specific, albeit not precisely comprehensive; 27 years later I still don't really have a particularly solid concept for how he turned Vincent into a shapeshifter, although at least we know it's not something entirely specific to Vincent—Hojo repeated that facet of the experiment in Azul, but not in any other SOLDIER operative even in DeepGround, implying that it's only possible if very specific physiological conditions are met. The minimal concept I do have involves a twisted application of the concept of incarnate summoning as it appears in FFXIII-2, but it's very vague and also not the topic of this post. Maybe later.

Regarding the Y-incision/autopsy scar, my headcanon is that once Hojo tweaked Vincent into being able to regenerate from any injury—an enhancement that is confirmed to be entirely Hojo's work in Dirge—the professor of course felt it necessary to run various tests quantify the usefulness of his handiwork. He did this first by inflicting various surface injuries, then by causing more extreme bodily trauma, which eventually culminated in Hojo removing the majority of Vincent's internal organs in order to measure how long it took them to grow back and, assuming they did grow back, how the new ones compared to Vincent's original parts.

To be able to observe this as closely as possible, Hojo kept Vincent's torso open for the entire process—which he repeated twice more in order to check the weight, size and structure of the newly-grown organs in comparison to the originals. This study proved that most of them did grow back, but the majority of them stopped developing much earlier than was appropriate for Vincent's age and size. The difference was consistent, Hojo just never figured out why most of them grew back smaller and less-developed.

The reason this happened is based the fact that most of the organs in the human trunk are used in digestion and other related processes, and Vincent's regeneration means he doesn't need to eat or drink anymore. His body only expended as much energy as was completely necessary to develop those organs to the point of being functional rather than normal, because they're not really necessary. Vincent is glad he still has them, though, because he does still occasionally eat (usually in social situations) and also he'd be really sad if he couldn't even have coffee.

Vincent's brain activity remained normal during the entire process, although that may have something to do with Hojo driving a bunch of fluid lines into his head and flooding the inside of his skull with mako to keep him awake the whole time even while deprived of oxygen. (Rebirth spoilers, but seeing the bit in the Nibelheim Protorelic questline where Hojo does something super similar to this, after this has been my headcanon for decades, was a trip.)

Two organs didn't grow back at all: Vincent's appendix and one kidney. This was also the result of efficient energy expenditure, as the human appendix isn't necessary for survival, and only one kidney is really required. (Each time Hojo removed the new kidney, the one that grew back would be on the opposite side, which bothered Hojo to no end.)

His lungs grew back a little larger, possibly because his skeletal structure never quite recovered after his first transformation into Galian—his arms and legs are noticeably too long for his body, although not to the point of looking impossible, and likewise his ribcage settled to breadth that would allow for larger lungs. He doesn't really need these anymore either, related to his brain being exposed to so much mako during the process that it can now operate without oxygen if necessary, but switching himself over from aerobic to anaerobic respiration is really unpleasant and Vincent tries to avoid it when he can.

His heart was pretty normal by the time Hojo was done with him, although his heartrate had dropped to like 20bpm even when elevated. Again, if respiration isn't necessary, there's not much reason for the system to be active. (By the time Lucrecia was done this had dropped to around 5bpm on average, although it's completely arrhythmic and jumps all over the place when he's not either particularly active or on the verge of a transformation.)

This was the experiment that left Vincent susceptible to degradation, which Hojo didn't realize until after finally closing him back up. Upon realizing that Vincent's body wasn't responding properly to a different test (a repetition of an earlier experiment related to the regeneration of external tissues and features), Hojo just kinda threw him in a tube to be disposed of at a later date, kinda like that scene in Arrested Development where there's that dead dove in a bag in the fridge. The incision healed at some point during the period that Lucrecia was working on him, but early enough in her work that the tissue couldn't flawlessly regenerate (like it does in the present), leaving him with one more gnarly scar on top of all the rest.

Vincent is self-conscious about all the physiological changes brought on by what was done to him, often to the point of loathing. His left arm is the worst—it rotted off while he was in the throes of degradation and grew back as something that he hesitates to call his arm—but Vincent hates that Y-incision scar almost as much. Some days they tie.

(It has come up in appropriately horrified conversation with Shalua that, considering how his regeneration works, Vincent could probably get rid of all the scars on his chest if he somehow peeled the skin off his torso in a single swath. He will not be doing that. Besides, it might grow back the wrong color/texture/etc, like his left arm. Not worth the risk, much less the suffering.)

Also I gotta finish off this entry with the extremely stupid headcanon reveal that Vincent's (honestly fairly impressive) dick was cut off during the first round of bodily trauma regeneration tests—and Hojo has never felt the sort of rage he experienced upon discovering that it grew back bigger than before. This occurred early enough in the experiments that Vincent was not awake for it, and thus has no idea how the fuck this happened, and does not want to talk about it ever thank you very much. I've never mentioned it in public anywhere because it is extremely stupid, but I hope someone out there finds it as funny a concept as I do.

#vincent valentine #headcanon warning #body horror tw #torture tw #medical torture tw #it's all described in scientific detail #not visceral at all #but it's still very much horror #so please be aware #and do not engage if you're not into that #fandom ramble

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proudfreakmetarusonniku · 2 years

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dsmp analogue horror but it’s c!dream recording c!tommy and treating him like a dangerous scientific anomaly. the tapes go from the beginnings of the disc wars and the only break in them is when c!dream was in prison, where the recordings devolve into him rambling at the camera while suffering from bloodloss until they abruptly go right back to normal when he escapes.

#dream smp #primeboys (derogatory)#c!dream being a mad scientist and deciding this random teenager is the Greatest Scientific Anomaly is so funny btw #c!tommy called him a bitch and he went Hmm This Is Clearly Unnatural And Needs To Be Studied #tw dehumanisation #tw implied torture #tw implied stalking

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starleska · 2 months

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He's no Mad Mod, but I was suddenly reminded that The Superman Animated Series iteration of Metallo is also played by Malcolm McDowell and felt like sharing with the class 🥰

IRISOOOOO you are ALWAYS coming in clutch with the amazing villains to get obsessed with omfggg????? i know absolutely nothing about the Superman Animated Series but watching a few seconds of Metallo and i'm like 👀👀👀 Malcolm has a voice like melted butter...that laugh, my god!!!! 😳😳😳 lord though, reading up Metallo's backstory, i feel for the poor guy 😭 it's reminding me of that old creepypasta (content warnings for body horror, scientific experimentation, torture, mental illness and more...do heed the tags on the page and exercise caution!!!) Gateway of the Mind . i think anyone would struggle with the loss of so many sensations at once - that has to do a number on your psyche 💔 i'm gonna have to go away and watch his episodes now!! gosh, thank you as always for the excellent suggestion 🥰🥰

#metallo #john corben #superman #superman the animated series #dc #dcau #f/o suggestions #creepypasta #tw: body horror #tw: scientific experimentation #tw: torture #tw: mental illness #starleskasks

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just-an-emily-existing · 8 months

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TW: EYE STRAIN, GLITCHCORE, EYES, GLITCHES, FLASHING COLORS, THIS IS A GIF SO BE WARNED

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gracieparkerr · 6 months

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ahoy there happy first week of december i just posted two chapters of my spideypool fic in a row

The phone rang.

And then it picked up.

“Spidey. Yeah. I’m almost there,” Pool answered. “Do you have time to talk?”

“Not really.” Peter swallowed, keeping his voice as steady as he could manage. “Pool, he’s here. We need a plan, fast.”

“What do you mean?” Deadpool asked suddenly. “He’s there? Like right now?”

“I mean like he’s staring dead at me,” Peter explained slowly, not moving a muscle as he made direct eye contact back with The Employer through the window. “…I’m gonna have to just fight him.”

check it out if you want i think it’s neat <3

#peter parker #wade wilson #spideypool #my fic #fic writing #spideypool fic #i have Christmas chapters if that’s your thing #and also: scientific torture!#i also made the villain myself #is this a successful marketing attempt

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darkdragon768 · 2 days

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I remember this one time in school where they taught us about electricity and when it's becoming too dangerous. I was curious and asked how we know this and she said that it got discovered due to experiments at concentration camps. Young me was shocked.

#dragon's stupid thoughts #like. humanity was able to get so much actually useful and important information but in such unholy ways #i just wonder. could there have been a ethical way to get to know this??#like with math or something? but could that be fully accurate?#i don't want to justify anything #everything that happened was more torture than scientific experiments #and the specifically chosen victims did absolutely not deserve this #but man it's fascinating

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jackieblueinmyroom · 4 months

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maybe I will actually post some of this fic eventually, I just want everyone to be as mad as me at them.

#sterek fic #sterek #stiles x derek #real yearning hours #it’s like a reward #free therapy #not really though because I’m torturing myself #wdym they’re not gonna run into eachother for the first few chapters?????#I wish I could just skip to the good part #but my brain is like no u must suffer #this is gonna be what gets me through the semester I can feel it #Also wow has scientific writing really ruined my grammar and sentence structure

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kideternity · 2 months

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Most important thing in the world to me is that IMO in order to be ant man you gotta be fucked up in the head*

#marvel #antman #ant man #dinu yells into the void #dinu yells in the void #*H@nk not included because I hate him #anyways. i miss ant man.#i miss my wives tails. i miss them a lot #Literally id have to dig for it rly bad but its sooo important to me that like. in order to be ant man you gotta be some kind of asshole #eric is well. you know. it was in the title. zayn iirc literally almost destroyed like all of civilisation in his future because he let #hubris get the best of him during his scientific studies #a lot of ppl i think think scott is like the obligatory Nice One #and i do think scott is an kind person. but like .#scott is compassionate. but hes not nice.#scott in the old comics (aka the GOOD comics #had like an INSANE temper and would regularly threaten Ultra Violence #against people #like he was literally mister ‘i will torture you with the ants if you piss me off’ to criminals he fought #IM JUST…. its rly important to me that all of the antmen are people who inherently fucked up or did shitty things in some way #or like have a lot of flaws #and yet still choose to be heroes anyways.#id need to find it but i need to find my like ramble i sent to bracken abck in like 2021 2022 #about the point of antman as a mantle #and about how it’s inherently a superhero title thats about ppl taking from the predecessor and making it their own identity #instead of living up to a ‘legacy’#the original ramble was in regards to scott and eric but i think it holds true to Zayn as well #sighh. i miss ant man.#i should do a digimon ant man crossover. for meeee :3

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daydreamerdrew · 1 year

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Iron Man (1968) #131

#dang hard tone shift- the Hulk was being cute a second ago ☹️#so Bruce has expressed suicidal feelings a couple of times before but I don’t believe he’s ever asked someone else to kill him #I think it’s that he’s been shown contemplating suicide two or three times but then worked it out and decided against it on his own #and that was never a long drawn out thing that took up a lot of a story #so I do hope that this is explored in depth here with Tony confronting Bruce about what he said and not just not acknowledging it #the way that Tony’s previous feelings towards Bruce are being portrayed here #‘I’ve never thought of a Hulk as being a man before- let alone a tortured man.’#‘Maybe it’s time I stopped fighting the Hulk… and tried to help him.’#is in no way building off of their previous encounters #the most notable of which being the brief period of time that the Hulk was on the Avengers team #during which time I believe Tony expressed both sympathetic and standard negative feelings towards the Hulk #and when Iron Man testified at the Hulk’s trial in opposition to giving him the death penalty #on the basis that it would be wrong to kill Bruce because of what he could contribute with his scientific mind #but it’s ok #I don’t think that this story is necessarily beholden to that history #like I think it would be actually awkward if it tried to frame the character’s perspective within the context of those stories #because of how long ago they were #not that it couldn’t be done well #but it could be unnecessarily limiting when this story could just move forward as it’s doing now #we shall see how the rest of the story handles what little history they have #also I like that Tony puts Bruce in his own bed and sleeps in a guest room #marvel #tony stark #bruce banner #my posts #comic panels

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altblock-tm · 1 year

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what drugs were the authors on when Fahrenheit 451, Brave New World, and 1984 were written. and can I have that shit injected directly into my veins please

#RAY BRADBURY ESPECIALLY. CAN I HAVE THAT WRITING STYLE #I am so SO normal about classic dystopian novels #of the three Brave New World is my least favorite but I still enjoyed it!!!#loved the first few chapters where I was pounded with scientific jargon #reading fahrenheit 451 was a RIDE but bradbury's writing style is such an inspiration to me ooghdghsdkgdsh #not done with 1984 yet but I'm on part 3 and !!!!!#not to sound like an absolute maniac but that torture scene INTRIGUES ME DEEPLY #might or might not be using O'Brien as inspiration for Shapeshifter ahit. there's a certain monologue in there....#maybe I'll make a comic hngh..#artbabble-tm

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killbenedictcumberbatchagain · 2 months

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#it's so Weird to me that you enjoy the movie Logan so much #how is it that one of Thee “WOKEST” mainstream movies featuring well known IP is a favorite of yours #literally the movie is about Black and Brown child mutants in Mexico being scientifically abused and tortured and exploited #and the black farmer and his family are fighting to protect their land from racist competitors #the first 3 FUCKING minutes are of Logan reminiscing on the shitty white assholes he has to drive around who can cross the border easily #and you think people are being brainwashed #like dude are you honestly just!!!! that stupid!!!!!#that bereft of critical thinking skills!!!! that starved of experience??????????#Jesus FUCK

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coralsgrimes · 9 months

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all around glue in my life

ladies, gents, they/thems of the audience.... it's Ben Barnes!

The one and only English lit graduate (apparently with Hons), self appointed empath and as proven by excerpt presented above and numerous ho ho ho blow me down other lyrical masterpieces he created - also a distinguished remarkable poet... and all around glue in our lives 🥹

#seeing me on tour #like he a professional lil singer #wow #what a lad #i can smell the sweat of hormonal girlies and desperate housewives from me coral castle #yeee we past niceties #if ye going to his gigs to listen to these pig slaughter noises he makes #i will judge and put ye in the same category as german france coalition of scrapbook for their personal bestie #anyways imma not a writing expert cuz scientific writing is a bore and hells favourite torture #but as a no expert i can confidently say he is shite with no talent #but boy he as confident as i am making this statement

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bkdkbrainrot · 9 months

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i need more weird and fucked up bkdk fics. there isn’t enough unfortunately.

#emyrs.txt #sorry i LOVE when they’re insane about each other.#codependent and toxic and unhealthy to the point where u look at them and go 😬😬 yeah i’m not getting within 10 feet of whatever the hell is #going on w them.#there’s a few i’ve read that are SO good but there isn’t enough unfortunately :(#reading one right now [cw for like. severe gore and suicide and like. body horror] where izuku figures out he can’t die so he and katsuki #do expirements to figure out the limitations of it and just.#whatever the hell they have going on in that fic is INSANE #WNENNFFK #like. katsuki has to continually kill izuku and izuku’s mindset is solely focused on katsuki and being w katsuki and hanging out w him and #etc etc. AND KATSUKI LIKES HIM BACK‼️ but the backdrop to this silly little middle school romance is KATSUKI CONTINOUSLY MURDERING IZUKU FOR #THE SAKE OF SCIENTIFIC CURIOSITY.#and like. i can read torture and gore and all that stuff. i don’t really enjoy it but i can read it. but there’s something about scientific #curiosity and experiments and all that stuff that makes my skin crawl.#anyways the fic is really good i’m enjoying it i just wish there was more fics like it out there. HWJDJFJFKFFK

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atlabeth · 1 month

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pretty boy

pairing: spencer reid x reader

summary: spencer walks in one day with a new look. you handle it pretty well.

a/n: im in the opposite of a writing slump right now (will prob fall into a writing slump right after i say this) probably because im procrastinating on essays for school and i can only write when im meant to be doing work. but tiny little fluffy spencer one shots are very good for the soul right now. i think it's my way of healing from my hotch fic

wc: 1.8k

warning(s): one slightly sexual joke from emily. all fluff

You usually don’t get to the office this early, but you don’t exactly have a choice. The BAU’s last couple cases have all run one after another, barely leaving you any time in the office, and now you’re paying for it.

You’ve got a mountain of paperwork to get through and not nearly enough time to do it all—if you’re lucky, you’ll be writing reports for a few days straight. If you’re not, you’ll be putting in some overtime.

“This is the most focused I’ve ever seen you this early,” Derek comments.

You shake your head with a sigh. “These reports are government mandated torture.”

He chuckles, and he nods at Emily as she walks over to her desk. “Are you this busy?”

She shakes her head. “I’ve still got a report to get through, but nothing that bad.”

“I get it,” you say wryly. “You’re all more organized than me. Just don’t come to me asking to go out tonight—you know I can’t say no.”

“But don’t shots taste better when you’re supposed to be doing work?” Derek asks, and you roll your eyes with a laugh.

“Not when I’ve got this much work I’m supposed to be doing.”

You hear the elevator ding and glance up—Spencer’s walking through and fixing his tie. You look back down at your report as you greet him.

“Hey, Spence,” you call. “Why’re you late?”

“I’m not late,” he says, and you can see him checking his watch out of your peripherals. “I’m two minutes and thirty-three seconds early.”

“Really?” you muse. “I guess I’m just so used to you being here before me.”

“You can’t judge my timeliness on yours when you’ve been here for an hour already,” Spencer says.

You frown, tapping your pen against the paper. “How do you know?”

“You’re settled in already. Your coat’s on your chair, your stack of unfinished files is smaller than it was last time we were in the office, your coffee isn’t steaming, and your mug has a chipped handle—when they were put away last night, that one was set in the front, so you’d have to be here early to get it.”

“Touche,” you murmur. You’re not sure why you ever ask your team of profilers how they know something.

“You also look like you don’t want to be here,” he comments. “That’s pretty typical of agents who have to be here before their regular hours.”

You chuckle and tilt your head in admission. You don’t really want to be here, especially running on so few hours of sleep.

“Why aren’t you as early as usual?” Emily asks.

“My neighbor knocked on my door this morning to ask me for something,” Spencer says. “It threw off my whole routine. I picked the wrong tie, I couldn’t pack my bag properly, and I had to toast my bagel for two minutes instead of three and a half to make it out in time.”

“How terrible,” Derek says with mock austerity.

“It is terrible!” he exclaims. “It’s scientifically proven that a morning routine makes you happier, more energized, and ready to seize the day—carpe diem.” Spencer sets his bag on the floor next to his desk and looks at everyone else with a smile. “Did you know that phrase was actually coined by the Roman poet Horace in his Odes? It comes from the first book out of four in the eleventh poem—the full phrase in Latin is carpe diem, quam mini—”

“How was your bagel?” Emily asks to interrupt him, and he pauses.

“It was good,” he says. “Could’ve been toastier.”

You look up, a teasing remark on the edge of your tongue, but the words die in your throat when you actually see him.

Spencer’s started combing a hand through his hair to fix it—must have been another part of his affected morning routine—his lips set in a pout as he tries to see his reflection in his dark monitor. He always looks good, even without trying, but now—

“You’re wearing glasses,” you say dumbly.

“My contacts dried out,” he grumbles, still focused on his hair. “We got home so late last night I forgot to put them in their solution, and I had no time to fix them because my neighbor messed up my whole morning.”

You nod, still unable to tear your eyes away from him. “Are you gonna keep wearing them?”

“I don’t know. Contacts are better for cases because I’m not worried about them falling off or fogging up, but I usually sleep on the jet on the way back, and sleeping with contacts in isn’t good.” He smiles a bit as he fully turns to you, seemingly satisfied with his hair. “It reduces the amount of oxygen that gets to your cornea, which damages the cornea’s surface and makes it harder to regenerate new cells. Sleeping with contacts actually makes you six to eight times more likely to get an eye infection.”

You nod again, your brain still not quite working at full power. You always love listening to Spencer’s fact dumps—it gives you a lot of material to impress your non-BAU friends with on the side, and you’re eternally thankful for that—but right now, you seriously cannot focus.

You’d never really thought about him in glasses, but that’s probably a good thing if this is how it makes you feel.

You were valedictorian as an undergrad, and you received stellar feedback from your professors during your masters program. You’re an excellent profiler, a valued member of the BAU, and you’re a goddamn FBI agent.

And yet you can’t find a single thought in your head because your coworker showed up to work wearing glasses.

He’s still rambling about other common causes of eye infection and how nobody seems to take them as seriously as they should, when Derek, not even trying to hide his grin at your turmoil, speaks up.

“Reid. Wanna cool it a bit?”

Spencer’s eyes dart over to him for a moment before he stops. “Uh— sorry.” He frowns as he looks back at you. “Why do you ask? Do you not like them?”

“No,” you blurt out, and you shake your head a multitude of times. “No. They look great. You look great. They’re—” You dig your nails hard into your palm as you try your hardest to smile like normal, and this time you nod. “They’re good, Spence.”

“Thanks.” Spencer does that little smile-nod combo of his, and he pushes his glasses back into place with his thumb by the bottom of the frames. “That’s nice to know I’ve got another option.”

You thank whatever god may be out there that Hotch and Penelope are busy in their offices and JJ is busy with some other case, because you think you would die if anyone else saw you like this.

“Hey, Reid,” Emily says, also not doing a very good job of hiding her amusement. You hate your team sometimes. “They’re almost out of sugar in the breakroom. If you want coffee the way you like it this morning, you should probably get in there.”

“What?” Spencer shoots up, his brows already furrowing into a frown. “That— that’s ridiculous. I can’t mess up my morning any more.”

“You’d better get in there, then,” she remarks.

“We’re an entire office of agents running on coffee,” Spencer complains as he starts walking. “How are we almost out of sugar?”

“Because half of ‘em drink it black,” Derek says, and Spencer shakes his head with a sigh as he leaves.

“That’s ridiculous.”

You bury your head in your hands the moment he’s gone and Derek laughs. “I wish I could’ve gotten that on video.”

“Don’t talk to me,” you groan. “It is not fair of him to walk in like that.”

“And that is why I call him pretty boy.”

“He needs them to see,” Emily says with amusement as she leans against the side of your desk. “You just can’t control yourself.”

“I need to transfer offices,” you say, shaking your head. “I can’t do this.”

“You should ask him out!” Derek encourages. “He’d probably say yes.”

“Absolutely not,” you insist. “I doubt he likes me like that. A— and even if he does, that’s the last thing either of us need right now.”

“I don’t know,” Emily muses. “It looks like you clearly need something.”

You let out a frustrated noise as you screw your eyes shut. “I’m doomed.”

You hear Spencer say your name, and when you look over at him, one hand still pressed against your head, you see he’s got two cups of coffee in his hands. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you say weakly. “I’m great. Why?”

“I got you one too,” he says, holding one of the mugs out to you. “The one you have is probably cold by now, and it looks like you need an extra kick to get through all those reports.”

“Thanks, Spence. That’s sweet.” He nods as you take the proffered mug, and you swear your cheeks are as warm as the coffee. He is really testing your strength today.

“You— you have a lot,” he says, and you huff a dry laugh and nod. “I’m not trying to be sarcastic. I could take half of them if you want?”

Your grip tightens on the mug and you can feel Derek’s eyes on you. “I couldn’t make you do that, Spence.”

“You’re not!” Spencer exclaims. “I can get through mine really quickly—we worked together for almost the whole last case so I can do all of that anyways.”

“...You’re sure it wouldn’t be an imposition?”

“I’m sure,” he nods. “Besides, I offered. I wouldn’t if I didn’t want to.”

And god damn him, because he nudges his glasses back into place again, pushes a strand of loose hair back into place. You’re dying over here.

You set the mug of coffee on your desk and pick up the top half of your pile. “All yours, Spence.”

He takes the bottom half and smiles at you, and you smile back before he walks back to his desk. You are dying over here.

“Let me know how I can pay you back,” you say, and he shakes his head.

“You don’t need to pay me back.”

“Really?”

Spencer nods. “I mean, Morgan invited us all out on the jet last night, and I don’t think I can do it alone. If you can get out of the office in time, I don’t have to. I think that's enough of a payback.”

“Yeah,” you say. “I’ll be there.”

He smiles again and nods, then he picks up a pen and focuses in. You turn back to your desk, your face burning.

“What was that about him not liking you like that?” Derek says.

“Quiet!” you whisper-yell, swatting him with the pile of files in your hand. “He might hear you!”

“He’s not hearing anything while he’s focused on that,” he says. “That just means you can ogle him more.”

You groan again, letting your forehead fall into your palm. “I’m pathetic.”

“I think you’re right.” Emily chuckles as she stands up. “You are doomed.”

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fluff #x reader #sadie writes

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murdrdocs · 6 months

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coryo who finds ways to motivate you as the semester is coming to a close and you're just not finding the effort.

there's nothing he hates more than someone not appreciating the life he's worked insanely hard to even have a sliver of. so when he sees you creating paper cranes instead of studying for finals, he gets unreasonably pissed off. he tries to drill some sense in you, speaking in a way that makes his nostrils flare and his already cold gaze harden like ice.

"you gotta work harder," he tells you. over and over again. and each time you whine and moan about how you don't have the effort. as if there's something chemically preventing you from seeing further ahead to the big picture.

so coriolanus, now working under gaul and feeling very scientific lately, conducts an experiment. he wants to attempt to force the chemicals in your brain to associate your work with him. for you to disconnect the strain from work with displeasure, and instead associate the labor with euphoria. he wants to make you his own pavlovian dog.

weeks spent conducting research. fingering you as he made you read out textbook passages, forcing you to repeat yourself if you stuttered even once, his chin digging into your shoulder and his fingers halting if you stopped reading all together. letting you sit on his face after you got all of your flashcards right. checking your work, ignoring the way you palmed him through his pants throughout, and only letting you fall to your knees and satiate the empty feeling in your mouth if you got them all right. fucking you slowly throughout your intentionally placed study breaks, only to make you wobble back to the workspace in your dining room with his cum still soaking your cotton panties. day by day he would deliver slow torture, only to bring you to climax and make your dopamine in your hardworking brain come alive.

it's an interesting concept, one he takes mental notes of throughout the process, and he finds his work has paid off (to an extent) whenever you go a full study session without needing any form of help, of course looking at him with pleading eyes at the end as you expect your reward.

coriolanus pretends to be upset, rolling his pretty blue eyes as he sets his pen down, but then you come climbing into his lap and he really can't be mad with you sitting on him, your pretty nails playing in his hair.

no matter how privileged and spoiled you were.

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