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george-weasleys-girl · 9 months

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Act Like You Mean It

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Chapter 4

Summary: George and Y/N are oblivious idiots in love who agree to fake date in the attempt to drive away Y/N's unwanted suitor.

Warnings: allusions to sex, underage drinking, cursing

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George Weasley x Fem!reader

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Y/N tasted of firewhiskey, and of the toffee she'd eaten just moments before they stumbled onto the dance floor, drunk and lovesick. Kissing her wasn't meant to happen, and George wasn't entirely sure how it happened. Nor did he care that it might be a bad idea as he melted into her embrace, her hands sliding up his behind his head to pull him closer. It was everything he'd ever dreamed it would be and more.

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George's lips were warm and soft against hers, sending her into a dizzy spiral that had nothing to do with the alcohol surging through her veins. A little voice in her head screamed that she shouldn't be doing this, but the blood pumping in her ears drowned it out. She'd gladly suffer the consequences just for this one brief euphoric moment of bliss. The chance may never pass her way again.

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"Fuck." Y/N shielded her eyes. The blinding sun pouring through the window stabbed relentlessly into her brain. 'I'm never drinking that much again.' She flopped back down on the pillow and heard a muffled snore. Y/N slowly turned her head to see George sleeping beside her. 'What -' She lifted the blanket, and her breath caught in her throat.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

The kiss. She could only remember the kiss. How did this happen? She couldn't remember. She couldn't remember anything beyond that kiss. What have we done?

Hangover forgotten, she took in her surroundings. They were in George's dorm. Her eyes immediately darted to Fred and Lee's beds. Empty and obviously not occupied all night. A small sigh of relief escaped her lips.

'There's that, at least.'

Her eyes scanned the rest of the room, landing on the trail of clothes leading from the door to the bed. 'Fuck. Quite literally.'

"Y/N?" George's voice was rough with sleep."Wait, what...?" He noticed her bare back and immediately looked at himself under the covers. "Did we...?"

"I - I think so," Y/N's voice trembled.

"Shit. I, uh, I don't remember anything past-" George began.

"The kiss," Y/N finished.

"Yeah." George replied. "Do you - I'll avert my eyes - if you want to get dressed."

"Um, yeah," she mumbled.

"Ok," George looked away.

Y/N jumped up, searching for her clothes, throwing them on as she went.

"So, uh, I'll just go out now," she fumbled. "So you can get dressed. And then, we should, you know, probably talk." Y/N spared a quick glance at George and then hurried out the door.

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They sat face to face on the sofa in the common room. Confused and scared, George blurted out first thing that popped in his head, that he thought might salvage their endangered friendship. "I was really drunk last night and I had no idea what I was doing. I'm so sorry."

"No idea..." Y/N looked down. "Yeah... same..."

George nodded. "Right, right. So, um, yeah... last night was a mistake. It should've never happened."

"Yes, of course," Y/N kept her eyes downcast. "As you said, a mistake."

"We should just, you know, pretend it never happened," he stammered.

"Pretend. Yeah, just keep pretending. Good idea," Y/N's voice could've frozen the room. "Listen, I'm not feeling so great. You know, hangover and everything. I'm gonna go have a nap."

"Ok. Right. Good plan. So, um... I'll see you at dinner, yeah?" He asked hopefully.

Y/N stopped but didn't turn around. "Sure. Yeah. Dinner."

George watched her ascend the stairs, struggling to keep his heart from exploding into a million pieces and overwhelmed with the horrible feeling that he'd just made the biggest mistake of his life.

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Fred stared at his twin. "Are you fucking kidding me? You told her to forget you had sex? What's wrong with you?"

"I - I don't know," George raked his fingers through his hair. "I just thought it'd be best. I didn't want her to think - "

"That you actually like her?" Fred cut him off. "That you didn't just fuck because you were drunk and horny and it didn't mean anything?"

George shrugged and stared at the floor. "What do I do?"

"Hell, if I know," Fred threw his hands in the air. "I'm not even sure if telling her the truth would do any good now."

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Y/N didn't go down for dinner. How could she even look at George right now, knowing that last night was nothing more than a drunken escapade to him? It didn't matter that neither of them could remember it. They both knew it happened.

And it mattered to her.

She rolled over, covering her head with the blanket. It was over. Their "relationship," their friendship, everything. All she wanted to do now was to just sleep until the jagged edges of her shattered heart healed. Or turned to stone. She didn't care which. She would've welcomed either one happily.

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George knocked on her door.

No answer.

He knocked again.

Still no answer.

He opened the door a crack. "Y/N? Are you in here?"

Y/N rolled over and sighed. She should've locked the damn door. Because of course he'd come looking for her when she didn't show up for dinner.

"You ok?" His voice shook. "You didn't come down for dinner."

"Not hungry."

"Oh. Um. Well, would you like some company?"

'Yes, I'd love some company.' She thought. 'I'd love for everything to go back to way it was. But that's not going to happen ever again.'

"No," she said. "I just want to sleep."

"Oh. Right. Of course," George cleared his throat. "I'll stop by and check on you in a bit?"

"No." Y/N sat up but still refused to look at him. "I think we need to spend some time apart."

"Apart?" She heard him move toward her, and she held up her hand.

"Just go, please. I - I can't talk about this right now. I need to sort some things out." She lay back down and covered her head again.

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For a few excruciatingly long moments, he simply stood there, watching her, before she finally heard his shuffling footsteps leave the room. It was only then that she let her tears fall.

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writersmorgue · 2 months

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Febuwhump Day 17 - Hostage Situation

Inspired by this prompt

TWs in tags || read on Ao3 || wc: 996

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Katsuki watches in horror as the villain raises the gun to Denki’s temple.

The man is halfway to death’s door already, having taken a severe beating in the battle that led them here. He can’t survive much more, definitely not a shot to the head.

“Hold the fuck on,” He curses his voice for wavering, the villain’s eye glinting when he realizes he hit a sore spot, “don’t do any of that shit. What are you attacking the Commission for?”

Katsuki tries to keep his hands steady, pleading no sparks set off and freak out the villain.

The man chuckles, raising an eyebrow, “So quick to negotiate with me, dearest Ground Zero? I thought you’d be tougher than that. I’m sure this pathetic boy is nothing more than a pebble under your boot.” He nudges the gun harder into Denki’s head, smearing blood from an earlier wound.

Denki winces, eyes fluttering. Katsuki sneers, shifting his weight, “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Oh,” The villain takes the bait, “I need to know the location of Overhaul’s little doll. Unfortunately, the heroes I asked before weren’t too keen on letting me search for her freely, so I figured I’d go to the source. They probably keep the lab rat in the lab, correct?”

Katsuki’s jaw flexes at the mention of Eri. The young girl was under Aizawa’s care and had been since she was freed, but that was top-secret information, and no one so motivated had come looking.

“So!” The villain jolts Katsuki out of his thoughts, “Tell me her location and let me go free or the little bitch here gets it!” His finger flexes over the trigger, Katsuki’s blood running cold.

“If I told you where she is, we would both die. I’m under oath.” Katsuki explains lowly, holding his hands out, “Her caretaker would kill you before you made it within a mile of her.”

The villain’s smile widens, “Ah, but you do know where she is? I see.”

Shit. Shit .

Katsuki clenches his fists, shaking his head, “You’ll have to get through dozens of other heroes. The best I can do is let you go.”

For a moment, Katsuki’s heart lets him believe the man considers it. He angles the gun down, grazing it over Denki’s arm.

He lets his eyes close for just a moment, breathing in to steady himself.

A bang and a blood-curdling shriek snap him out of his temporary calmness.

Red eyes snap open, looking first at Denki’s head, but seeing no fresh wounds, he looks down.

The villain had shot right through the hero’s wrist, leaving his hand mangled and dangling at a horrible angle.

“The little brat has a rewind quirk, I’ve heard. Seems to be true from how tightly they’ve got her secured.” The gun travels up Denki’s shuddering arm to his shoulder, “Might want to take us to her if you want this one to live, hm?”

Fuck, FUCK.

Katsuki freezes, totally and completely lost.

He could attack now, catch him off guard when he thinks Katsuki is cornered.

But most likely Denki wouldn’t make it.

No, not an option.

He could agree, but he, the villain, and most likely Denki as well would be taken out for endangering Eri.

He doesn’t have any bargaining power here, what else would the villain want that could distract him long enough for Katsuki to grab Denki and go? He only has his bracers on him, boots, comm device, aids, the dumbass American coin Denki found on their last patrol that Katsuki never took out of his pocket-

His eyes dart up to the blond’s mangled wrist, bloody tears carving a path in the dust caked on his face.

Denki dies or they both die endangering a child.

Katsuki looks down at his hand, ignoring the taunts from the villain tracing the barrel of the gun up and down Denki’s side.

He reaches his palm up and places it at the side of his own head.

The villain snickers, pressing the gun to Denki’s temple again, “You wouldn’t.”

He briefly wonders what his younger self would think of this. Him, threatening to kill himself to protect dunce face of all people? The idiot who almost killed their entire class trying to make toast, the dumbass who fried all of Katsuki’s arm hair off once, the motherfucker who was Katsuki’s second real friend at UA- the one who sat next to him without fear even when he threatened to break his neck.

A hundred of his deaths are worth one of Denki’s. If either of them should survive this, it should be him.

Katsuki takes a deep breath, “I would rather die than kill someone innocent, especially a child.” He smirks, “You’re not getting shit from me. You pull that trigger and I blow: You’re back to the start.”

He can tell the villain is starting to believe him.

“But- the media-”

Katsuki quirks an eyebrow, “You really think the media knows shit about me?”

His hand flexes on his head, and he can feel the nitro seeping into his hair. Even if he lives, he’ll be a walking matchstick.

The villain growls, shaking Denki slightly, “I’m going to kill this fucking brat, and you’re not going to do a fucking thing. You’re just a lowlife hero who cares for no one but himself.”

“Would I still be here if that were true? You took my friend hostage, not me. Fortunately for him, I do give a shit about his dumbass.”

Denki is thrown to the ground, Katsuki flinches at the movement but doesn’t let his hand move from his head.

He winces at Denki’s poor wrist, hoping he can get the guy to a healer in time.

“Take your fuckass twink, I’m fucking out of here.” The villain spins on his heel, sprinting out of Katsuki’s sight.

He heaves a breath of relief, stepping forward to kneel by the other hero.

Fuck, I can’t believe I just did that.

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cass-rambles · 2 years

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Ok do you write yandere or no? If you do, can you write general Yandere headcanons of dictator Mack x Captain reader please???? If not then I COMPLETELY understand

Ooh dw, I do I do. ;)

◗ 　Let's be real everybody for a sec, this dude would rather just die before admitting that he even likes you

◗ 　And MY GOD, you are his life.

◗ 　The first month you two start out as co-captain's, it is hell

◗ 　Mack is just constantly baffled by how much you seem to fix things by yourself, like fixing a major crisis endangering the whole ship is nothing

◗ 　And then he feels different

◗ 　He keeps accompanying you nearly everywhere, which wouldn't be a surprise if it was Mark, but it's Mack

◗ 　Your sleep-deprived brain finds it suspicious, but as long as it stops you two from arguing, you don't mind

◗ 　He has a tendency to shuffle closer to you, when he thinks you're busy

◗ 　Working with Celci outside of cryo? Scuttles closer

◗ 　Having some coffee at 5:46 at the cafeteria?

Shuffles closer

◗ 　Going through some reports on your tablet? Shuffles closer to the point he's looking over your shoulder

◗ 　Once, you left some of your notes on the control pad and by the time you woke up, they vanished

◗ 　(Because a certain someone nearly fainted, tracing the lines of your notes and sighing giddily, oh if the others could see you like he did.)

◗ 　Mack after a bit of time begins to follow you around, almost being your second shadow

◗ 　You're beginning to get tired of the cat & mouse game between you so you confront him

“Look, Mack, I get that we have a lot of differences, but I don't want a goddamn stalker you know? I can handle myself very well.”

You can see him fuming now, screeching about how "everyone keeps corrupting you!" and you are slowly taken back by a certain realization.

“Wait, are you angry because I spent some proper tine with the rest of the crew? Are you jealous?”

The head engineer nearly topples over, refusing to meet your eye. You were close. So close.

◗“Oh-- . So you like me huh. It seems Celci was right. But you don't just like me, do you?”

You step forward, causing him to stumble back, trying to search for some kind of protest, of denial. You get neither.

“You're in love with me, pretty boy.”

You simply let him sit down, red because of the sentence from head to toe. His breathing unevens as you lower yourself to his level, too close to his face to be comfortable.

“All that talk about how you're better than me, how I don't know how to do my job and don't know how this all works, when the second I come close to you like this-”

His breath hitches as you stop centimetres from his lips, bitten hard by their owner.

“-you're melting. Funny, right? Oh well. I've had my fun now.

You giggle, watching as he nervously shifts, ready to run away screaming.

“Oh, and Mack?”

He looks up slowly, not prepared to have you suddenly dive your head into the crook of his neck, smiling more gently now.

“I'm yours just as much as you are mine. Don't be too jealous.”

You press a quick kiss into his neck before leaving him behind as a stuttering mess.

Oh, he'd kill for you. He'd do anything for you and more if you just kissed him. If you let him in close just once again.

But there was time. He had time. Time to make sure you were safe, away from others.

Just the two of you. Forever.

◗ 　Once you're in a established relationship, he likes to keep a hand on your back or waist, in any case something bad happens and you need to quickly get away. (It's an excuse to touch you and to pull you closer if he thinks someone's trying to take you away from him)

sorry the text got fucked up at some point sky!!

hope it suited your taste :D

#it just made me feel #iswm #iswm mack #iswm mack x reader

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raincitygirl76 · 7 months

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We need to talk about the Bambi situation. Specifically, Wilhelm shooting Bambi. It was raised recently in a different post that Wilhelm has no apparent hobbies, hence fic writers latching onto the frog stuff. But I suspect there are hobbies.

We see from the shooting range scenes that Wilhelm knows how to handle a gun. He’s not especially brillant at clay pigeon shooting, but he’s clearly not a beginner, either. And in 2.06, he threatens August with the shotgun, but keeps his finger BEHIND the trigger at all times. The only time his finger is on the trigger is when he fires into the air.

I suspect the Swedish upper classes like to hunt, shoot, and fish just like the British upper classes. And someone, maybe Erik, Ludvig, or a gamekeeper, drilled into Wilhelm as a child how to handle a gun without accidentally shooting anyone with it.

As far as I know (although I don’t know much about it), fox hunting is an exclusively British pastime. Or was, since I think it’s banned now. But all other types of “country sports” seem to be mostly Europe wide. There’s lots of forest in Sweden: I suspect salmon fishing, game bird shooting, and deer stalking are probably big things for people who can afford it. I don’t mind about the salmon or the game birds, but I cringe at the thought of poor Bambi. I suspect Wilhelm was not brought up to cringe at poor Bambi, though.

A quick google search confirmed that yes, the real life Swedish royal family shoot deer.

And there are lots of other animals you can legally hunt in Sweden. Including moose, which are enormous.

Pulling back to the macro-European level, in 2012 there was a huge fuss when King Juan Carlos of Spain (since abdicated in favour of his son, partly because of this scandal) broke his hip while secretly on an elephant hunting safari in Botswana. Not a photo safari, a safari where the elephants die. Massive ructions, since nobody knew where he was, and it looked really bad when Spain’s economy was still reeling from the worldwide financial collapse of 2008.

It had already been known than Juan Carlos liked to fish, hunt, and shoot. And ordinary Spaniards were generally OK with that. They were significantly less OK with their king shooting an adorable endangered species while on a lavish top-secret trip to another continent.

Because evidently the Spanish royal family or their courtiers realized the king couldn’t be perceived as massacring elephants for fun. But rather than saying, “No, your majesty, it’s bad PR to go to Botswana and shoot Babar,” they apparently said instead, “Your maiesty, please don’t get CAUGHT shooting Babar.”

But when he broke his hip and had to be airlifted out, the secret stopped being a secret and became a scandal. Shades of Kristina of Sweden there. “Do whatever stupid shit you want, just don’t ever get caught by anyone who hasn’t already signed an NDA.”

I sincerely hope Wilhelm wouldn’t want to shoot Babar. I’m already cringing at the idea of him shooting Bambi. It’s only the longstanding connection of the upper classes with blood sports that forces me to realize it’s a distinct possibility.

I don’t much like the large land mammal idea myself. I have much less emotional attachment to pheasants and geese, so will make it my personal headcanon that Wilhelm is accustomed to shooting clay pigeons and game birds. But his nanny let him watch Bambi at a formative age.

Whenever Wilhelm was subsequently taken deer-stalking as a slightly older child, he devolved into hysterics at the idea of ANYBODY shooting the poor deer. And eventually his family gave up trying to toughen him up on the subject. Especially because him making a ruckus kept scaring off the damn deer and ruining their sport. That’s my headcanon, and I’m sticking to it. It’s probably false, but I’m happy with it.

I don’t have a problem with hunting provided it’s not an endangered species, the rules are followed, and it’s not just trophy-hunting. If the meat gets eaten, then it’s useful. If don’t want to hunt myself, but I’m not against it.

But I watched Bambi at a formative age, and the thought of a character I love getting Bambi in his sights, pulling the trigger, and killing Bambi makes me freak out. Even though I realize my headcanon about Wilhelm being too squeamish to shoot Bambi is most likely bullshit, and he probably has killed deer.

Edited to add:

@sflow-er confirms in replies that hunting is a very big thing in the Nordics. Although it’s not just an upper class thing, plenty of working class people hunt too. They just probably don’t hire an expert tracker (like the one in the People article who gets paid to help the real Swedish royal family hunt deer). Note also that in Marcus’s Instagram feed, it shows he hunts.

Consistent with Canada. Plenty of working class Canadians hunt. Mostly (but not all) people who either live in rural areas now or grew up in rural areas. But Canada also has the very expensive guided hunting expeditions available for people with more money than sense. Which sounds like the guy in the first article linked above, who has been leading the real Swedish royal family on guided hunts for 30 years.

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umbralaether · 2 years

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8. shielding the other one with their body >:3

I went a little lore-bendy, because I can >:)

She had suspected for a while that the Sin Eaters could sense her from malms away; the more Light she took in, the more they seemed to flock to her with an almost incoherent whisper of no kill, only follow. She'd only seen it in action once, when she sought them out herself in an overly delirious decision to discover the truth in her theory. The winged beasts were small, easy to dispatch on her own should she need, but found they had no interest in killing her, satisfied with hovering near her instead. Watching, or perhaps waiting for the inevitable.

She was running out of time.

The knowledge that the Sin Eaters could find her at any moment and endanger those around her didn't sit well. It nagged her, a constant reminder of what she could become. Or will become, at this rate, she thinks. The Light was all consuming and that included even her mind. She was changing; becoming erratic, losing chunks of time. She'd find herself alone, far from civilization and have no memory of getting there. A swell of panic when the stretches of time grew longer, the fear of losing herself a never ending chill along her spine. She covers her absences with white lies, a harmless don't worry about me, I'm fine!

The others may have let it go, but Thancred knew something was very wrong. When her absence lingers into the next endless day, he resigns himself to search the entirety of Il Mheg to find her. Urianger and Ryne seek help from the Pixies, who flit and flutter around spinning tales of only needing to look to the skies to find her. At first, he assumed this to be nonsense, until he saw a group of Sin Eaters circling overhead a stretch of land. He breaks into a sprint, reaching their circling dance to find her sitting motionless in the midst of the Sin Eaters, hugging her knees to her chest, eyes closed.

They sense his presence, a few swooping down towards him that he easily kills with one slash of his gunblade. The death of one seems to send the others into a frenzy -- their movements no longer fluid like a slow-moving twister around her but instead darting wildly like jagged bolts of lightning. He makes quick work of the ones who come at him --one hit seems to be enough for the smallest ones-- but he almost fails to notice the largest of the group has landed, focused solely on Eisha sitting statue-still before it. It lunges, but Thancred is faster, shielding her from the blow with his own body and sustaining only a slight slash across his shoulder for his efforts.

When the last of them are slain, he turns his attention to Eisha. He crouches down to her level, shaking her shoulder gently, "Eisha? Can you hear me?"

She gives no response, seemingly unaware of anything around her. He scoops her up into his arms, and begins the trek back to the Bookman's Shelves.

Both Ryne and Urianger have many questions, radiating worry when they see a mostly catatonic Eisha in his arms, but Thancred only shakes his head. He brings her to his room, sitting her down on the edge of the bed. Her eyes are unfocused, body trembling, and he kneels down before her. She doesn't flee at his touch, but doesn't soften into the gentle hands that cup her face or react to the soft words asking, what happened?

It takes some coaxing to bring her out of this fugue state; his fingers combing through her hair, whispering words of praise and love on repeat. He strips her of her worn and torn armor, kissing each faint white scar that branches from sternum outward. He's never seen them before --could the light truly do something so monstrous?-- and it sends an ache through his chest to know just how much she has had to suffer to save the First.

He strips himself of his own armor, leaving only his underclothes. He wraps blankets around her shivering form, and climbs into the bed besides her. She finally seems to reappear in this reality, moving to climb onto his lap. He repositions the blankets around them both, and sighs in relief when she kisses him before her aqua eyes meet his own.

The silence stretches onwards before she finally speaks, "They sing to me, the Sin Eaters. I think it's why I lose myself… because they're similar to me now."

"Eisha…" He is at a loss of words, terror slowly building within his own chest, "Why didn’t you say anything before?"

A pause, "I suppose I didn’t want to make you, or anyone else, worry." She takes a shaky breath, "But I need you… I need you to keep me from losing myself. Please." She buries her face into the crook of his neck, clinging tightly.

"You are mine, and I am yours. I won’t stand by and let anything take you from me." His own grip tightens on her, holding her closer. A cherished thing.

He makes a silent promise that anything trying to hurt her will have to cross him first, and he swears it won't be an easy fight.

#admit it: you like the angst >:)#not super lore-bendy but i kind of adapted dragon age lore to the sin eaters so there you have to deal with it :D #i love writing prompts for you though <3 #i am in wolthancred hell still obviously #ffxiv #my writing #wolthancred #wol x thancred #wolcred #eisha pantera #shadowbringers #ffxiv writing

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a-heart-of-flame · 2 months

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Hi Safi, I am m 🏵️. I want to know about my first relationship? I just transitioned in my life right now and I think I am ready for a relationship so I wanted to know about anything about it. Maybe the person or where I meet them or how they see me. I don't know any insights you will have for me. I am a virgo rising

Hello M🏵️, Thank you for requesting a reading from me! Below the cut is your reading, and if you have any feedback for me once you've gone through it I would love to hear it ♥

I don't view Tarot as a way of predicting the future, but rather as a way of seeking insight into ourselves and our lives. With this in mind I phrased 2 questions for your request; 1. How does M seem to others? 2. What should M look for to find a happy and fulfilling relationship? Cards on the left are for 1. Cards on the right are for 2.

My Interpretation: 1. You come across to others as an enterprising and successful person. Someone who has gone through things and gained from them in a meaningful way. You seem grounded in yourself whilst seeking new experiences, not losing yourself in the search. However, you can also come across as a bit too quick to move on, in the sense of that through whatever experiences has gained you this great knowing of who you are, you've begun to hold on to that sense of self very tightly, perhaps to the point of not daring or allowing anything outside of this new worldview of yours to get close. [more on this in the second question] The 2 of Wands reversed in connection to Death gave me a feeling of perhaps needing to be "enchanted" or "enticed" by something or someone all the time in order for you to continue with the connection to it? Perhaps you are easily bored and move on from things fast because of this. Keep in mind this is how the cards spoke about how you appear to others, not necessarily who you are on the inside, but there might be something to consider there. 2. The cards suggest you look for things and people that give you a sense of Adventure! I immediately got an image of Bilbo Baggins in "The Hobbit" dashing through the green lane, contract and walking staff in hand yelling "I'm going on an Adventure!" when the Page of Wands jumped out. In theme with the 2 and 3 of Wands in the previous question Exploration and Adventure seems to be important for you. Exploring a new sense of self, a new lifestyle, a new hobby or a new partner does take curiosity and no small amount of bravery. Quite the same qualities expressed by Bilbo as he dashed after the company of Thorin Oakenshield. People and places that make you feel curious and bring out an earnest desire to know more, are good places for you to find connection. However, and this is where this reading got very deep and I will apologize in advance for any potentially triggering content regarding trauma; You would do well to find a way to express any anger, fear or shame you are harboring regarding difficult events in the past that may have been oppressive. Whatever it is that you are carrying with you, it needs to come out. You and your truth need to come out. This is not to say you should shout your darkest secrets from the rooftops, as that might be further endangering yourself! But the cards gave me a deep feeling of a need to express, to vent, to talk of whatever it is that you are a survivor of. Openness with yourself, and perhaps someone/s you trust is encouraged. Perhaps this is something you are trying to ignore even from yourself, perhaps it is something you have never told anyone else. It does not matter if you tell someone else, write it down in a private journal or acknowledge something quietly within yourself, but hiding it and suppressing it will only harm yourself and any future connection ♥ Because of this last message I felt urged to pull an Oracle Card for you to yield some further gentle advice regarding that tough situation;

The affirmation "I am stronger when I am supported and nurtured" might be beneficial to you. Perhaps there are people you could lean on for support, you do not have to go through everything alone! Most of all I felt a sense of "be kind to yourself" from this card. Give yourself time. Allow yourself to heal slowly, do not rush! Much Love, Safi

#safi tarot #M #ask

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eristic-kaleidoscope · 1 year

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Collapsed and Threw the Planet Away | Adrik Antonov | Trial 5.4 | RE: Akito Accusations

Adrik expected this outcome, but it doesn’t make it any worse when it happens. They sit perfectly still, listening to the accusations while being unable to make eye contact. They’re sinking into their seat, head pounding, and…

“I…”

They swallow nervously. What do they say to that? They knew this would happen as they searched the rooms, and yet, they’re not prepared to hear the accusations start rolling. They look uneasy at first, looking at Akito with a panicked expression… and they let him speak.

“I knew this.

I found some incriminating shit that made Akito look like he was involved in this awhile ago, and Kenshin was there. I had a breakdown. I thought that he was involved, so I confronted him, and he found a way to tell me everything days later that wouldn't be detected by the hosts. That's why I was trying to lead you all away from Akito.

Jae-min can vouch. I told him I found out someone was suspicious, but I couldn't say who. I was worried if it was Akito and I told someone else, I'd endanger myself, and if it wasn't him, I'd endanger him. So I told him I knew someone it could be, and was keeping my eye on him."

Adrik Antonov had a secret. They held it for days, and it ate away at them. It almost destroyed their relationship. It spread through them like a weed at the time, and even now, it wasn't fully removed. But it wasn't over yet.

Their brain scrambles to find anything else that can prove his innocence. They’re shaking from nerves, their face has gone pale, and their breath is quick and uneasy.

“The annotations. A lot of the annotations don’t match up to how Akito acted. Keep me at arms length? Don’t get close to Rose? Avoiding Lapis? Akito didn’t do any of that, clearly, since he fucking dated me, got close to Rose, and had a brief affair with Lapis. But— but some of the notes were also specific. We know Az-8, the notetaker, was a musician. They had “hidden indulgences,” which I’ve learned is because Erisu was a vocaloid producer. A boring and mundane nature? Akito was a literal thespian roleplaying as a musical character, when Erisu was incredibly “mundane” in comparison. Even my notes say to keep me at a distance, and guess what Erisu did from day one? Exactly that. And from what I saw, she did the same to all the people she had negative notes on.

Also, the missing profiles? Most of Jae-min and Byrne’s info on page three, which would probably fill up a page. Page five, which would’ve been entirely Erik Azrael. And then, page nine, which would be missing Erisu’s private history, all of Eureka’s information, and Kaguya’s public bio. That all couldn’t fit on one page, unless something was missing— and we can safely assume that’s Erisu’s private history, since she wouldn’t need a record of that. She was only listed for the sake of being on the roster, and having a biography we could see on our tablets.

The missing profiles are all people Erisu had an interest in. Jae-min, her boyfriend, Kaguya, the secret employee, Eureka, her best friend, and…

Akito, who is being framed as Az-8. All people of interest to Erisu.”

They turn to look at Byrne, nodding.

“I agreed. It’s suspicious as hell that he knows as much as he does. I… I can’t lie. I had my doubts for awhile. Fuck. I screamed at him while we investigated and threatened him.

But you heard him. He had a personal stake in this when Kristina go involved, and so, he did the research. He poked his head around. There's a reason he tried to get to know people and host events. He needed intel. He also never hid that was Kristina from me, too- he told me immediately in our investigation.

That, and he and Erisu have so much in common it’s ridiculous. He’s an easy scapegoat. But why do you need a scapegoat?”

Adrik sits up, looking at the hosts and then back to everyone else.

“Az-8 was meant to die. All of the siblings are. The note in the medical lockbox said that all the siblings would have final, post mortem scans collected. Erick Weiss is being kept alive solely because of the virtual world— his programming built it. We know one other sibling who died prematurely.

The rest of the siblings are known to be dead, yet we found no notes of their unexpected deaths, and we found full scans of them in the virtual world. They were probably killed to be uploaded into the system. That left the three we know, all destined to die at one point or another.

The story of Az-8, as told through the notes, is about someone whose birth mother fled and took them somewhere to keep them safe from the horrors of the experiment. Tried as they might, they were found, and brought back by Calluna and An. They were placed into a situation where no matter what, they were going to die. They were brought here, to this experiment, to die. They worked with the sisters, because what choice would they have? Willing or unwilling, they likely would’ve just been killed earlier if they didn’t.

So, if Erisu was Az-8? She had nothing to lose if she attacked An or Calluna. If she was going to be killed for the experiment anyways, why not risk trying to attack the sisters? Remember the words of the note? “You really thought you could do something?” Az-8 tried to do something, and failed.

And you all said it yourself— if Erisu attacked An, why didn’t they just shock her dead? Why wouldn’t she be killed like Kaguya?! It’s because they couldn’t shock her! Either Erisu, as Az-8, had no chip installed in her brain, or electrocuting her with a brain implant would damage the brain they needed for the Kaleidoscope Project. Erisu had to die in a way that didn’t damage her brain.

You all talk about how Az-8 was working with the sisters, so they’d never attack them, or vice versa. Except they totally would. You saw what they did to Erick Weiss and the other siblings. Az-8 was a late addition. The sisters only look out for each other.”

They take a deep breath, and they turn to face the sisters, cracking a smile. It’s manic.

“You needed to kill Erisu for the Kaleidoscope Project to scan her brain, but you had another problem. You needed one more person to die for the other AI bullshit. The note in the cells said as much— you needed to pull someone from the living to replace the poor sync rates of Erinys or Marlene, and you needed to do it in the frame of the experiment. You couldn’t just pull one of us to kill, even if it was easier! It had to be within the bounds of your own rules. You suggested picking the most obnoxious person to throw in as the final brain, and who else would fit the bill better than Akito, who was not only easy to frame, but had been poking his head around even before the experiment began? Akito! He’s collateral, he's suspicious, and you need him dead, but you have to do it through your fancy rules!”

They lean forward, looking at everyone frantically.

“And I know MANY of you suspected Erisu before today, including me, because of all the other evidence we saw! Many of you told me this!

What did we have even before today? I found out today that Erisu was a vocaloid producer, and we were all assigned literal vocaloid songs in the gift shop. She had blue coloring that could represent azure, the color blue. The experiment takes place in some German speaking country, and Erisu moved to the Netherlands later in life, meaning she’d be very close to the area. She was an Ultimate, so even if she went down a different path, she still clearly possessed some level of talent. She fit the bill before, and she only fits everything else we’ve seen.”

They’re breathing fast, they’re pulling on their hair, and it’s clear that they’re becoming unstable. Their rant is fast, erratic, and full of raw emotion. Adrik grasps for everything they can reach to make this right in their mind, white knuckles clinging to diminishing hopes. Their gaze, fire, turns to the hosts:

“You set all of this up to frame Akito Mikage because he was a pain in the ass, and you needed one last brain scan to finish the experiment!

You took advantage of Az-8’s death to try and eliminate Akito, playing to the rules of your own experiment! You had to make it look like all the deaths were results of the experiment, and not your own doing.

This trial is rigged. It's fucking rigged! None of us killed Erisu- you just used her inevitable death to set up a fake trial!"

Icarus flew close to the sun. How would their wings hold up, now?

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Can Dogs Eat Marshmallows? No, But Here Are 2 Kinds Dogs CAN Eat

Originally Posted On: https://rockykanaka.com/can-dogs-eat-marshmallows-no-but-here-are-2-kinds-that-are-safe/

As a sweet treat, nothing is as yummy as a marshmallow (especially in a s’more). Squishy, sticky fluffy deliciousness, marshmallows are a delightful way for people to indulge in a bit of sugar. But what about dogs? Can dogs eat marshmallows?

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I know it seems crazy. Who gives their dogs marshmallows anyway? But a quick search shows that there are over 12,000 Google searches per month on “Can Dogs Eat Marshmallows.”

The safest, shortest answer is no, dogs cannot eat most marshmallows. There are a wide range of brands on the market, and the simple fact is that a majority of them contain at least one ingredient that is toxic or harmful to dogs.

Keep scrolling to find out 2 kinds of marshmallows that are safer for dogs. I’m not saying that any marshmallows are good for dogs but at least these won’t send them to the hospital.

Why Can’t Dogs Eat Marshmallows?

There are a few reasons why dogs should not eat marshmallows. Beyond the basic ingredients, marshmallows are extremely unhealthy.

But Can dogs eat marshmallows that are entirely free of the bad stuff? Yes, if you find the right ones. If you take a 100 calorie marshmallow from a pet-safe, xylitol-free marshmallow brand, you’ll find that 97 calories will be nothing but sugar and filler!

For both dogs and people, a treat that’s 97% fluff isn’t healthy. Just as we, as humans, need to moderate our own diets, we need to do the same for our pets.

However, in the quest to determine whether or not dogs can eat marshmallows, it’s useful to understand why they shouldn’t. Here are 5 reasons.

1. Xylitol

The most immediate cause for concern when feeding your dog marshmallows is xylitol. This substance is classified as a natural sweetener and is commonly used as a replacement for sugar. For humans, this offers us the chance to enjoy something sweet without the known ramifications of excessive sugar intake, but the same is not true for our canine companions.

The Food and Drug Administration has released a comprehensive explanation of why xylitol is toxic to pups. Unlike people, when dogs digest xylitol, it causes a massive and rapid release of insulin into their blood. As a result, the dog’s blood sugar drops. This is known as hypoglycemia, and it sets in 10–60 minutes after xylitol is first ingested.

In addition to marshmallows, there are an array of products that contain xylitol, including:

Mouth wash

“Reduced fat”, “no sugar”, and “sugar-free” variants of sweet treats

Some toothpaste

Some brands of peanut butter

A large amount of “diet” foods

Breath mints and chewing gum

Sugar-free desserts, particularly “skinny” ice cream

Symptoms of Xylitol Poisoning

It doesn’t take a lot of xylitol to endanger the life of your beloved buddy! If your dog ever eats anything that may contain xylitol, such as a marshmallow, it’s best to act first and worry later. Even before symptoms appear, it’s best to call poison control or a veterinarian. The symptoms of xylitol poisoning in dogs are:

Vomiting

Lethargy

Lack of appetite

Sudden collapse

Difficulty walking

See also Homemade Dog Food Recipe You Can Share With Your Dog

2. Sugar & Corn Syrup

Marshmallows that do not contain xylitol will often contain sugar or corn syrup. While neither of these ingredients are necessarily toxic to dogs, they’re certainly not healthy! Dogs, like people, need to have a balanced diet, and marshmallows do not factor into a well-rounded puppy meal plan.

Should Dogs Eat Sugar?

While a well-rounded canine diet will typically include some sugar, this sweet flavoring is not something that should be artificially introduced. As with people, a sweet-toothed dog risks familiar ailments such as cavities, obesity, and diabetes. Prolonged exposure to excessive sugar can even cause metabolic changes in a dog, which may result in altered moods and energy levels.

Should Dogs Eat Corn Syrup?

Corn syrup poses the same risks as sugar. Dogs with an excessive amount of corn syrup in their diet are just as prone to diabetes and weight gain as dogs with excessive sugar.

Both sugar and corn syrup are technically safe for dogs to eat. In exceedingly small amounts, it is fine to feed your dogs sugar and corn syrup, but it should never be provided in excess. Larger dogs will be able to handle more than small dogs, but all dogs must be closely monitored for signs of diabetes and hypoglycemia.

3. Artificial Flavors & Dyes

Another thing to watch out for is artificial coloring. There are a variety of brands on the market that mix a bit of flavoring into their marshmallows. In some cases, they may even dye the marshmallows different colors. While these components, often labeled with names such as “Red 40” or “Blue 2”, are not necessarily harmful, they’re not something you want your dog to ingest in excess.

Similarly, there are some brands and varieties of marshmallows that contain artificial flavoring. Again, most of these ingredients are safe. However, you don’t want your dog chewing on something that’s packed with artificial flavors and chemicals.

4. Preservatives

There are some chemicals, like xylitol, that are perfectly safe for humans but harmful to dogs. Three major marshmallow preservatives fall into this category: BHA, BHT, and ethoxyquin. All three of these products are and have been used to boost the shelf life of marshmallows, which are prone to rapid hardening and spoilage without additional preservatives.

It should be noted that these preservatives make up an extremely small portion of a marshmallow’s ingredients. In fact, per federal regulations, ethoxyquin can be no more than 0.5% of a marshmallow’s total composition. Nonetheless, it’s often safer to avoid these ingredients altogether.

If a dog consumes an excessive amount of marshmallows, that small percentage can add up. All three of these preservatives are known to exacerbate allergies. Studies suggest that BHA, BHT, and ethoxyquin may even cause dogs to develop new allergies.

See also Can Dogs Have Whipped Cream? Yes, But Only Use THIS Kind.

5. Choking Risk

Even a perfect marshmallow that meets every requirement to be dog-friendly will have one final trick up its sleeve. Unless properly cut up and served as tiny bite-sized pieces, many marshmallows pose a huge choking risk for dogs. For particularly small dogs and toy breeds, even a miniature marshmallow can be a choking hazard.

Are There Safer Marshmallows for Dogs?

If you really want to give your dog a marshmallow, these options will be safer for your dog.

1. Max Vegan Mallow – sugar free, xylitol free, no artificial flavors

Of all of the marshmallows brands I looked at these seem to be the safest. They DON’T contain xylitol, theu’re sugar free, gluten free, soy free and non GMO. The flavor is natural, and the preservative is made from seaweed. It also contains MCT oil which is super healthy. The sweetner is allulose which is a natural sugar found in figs, dates and raisins. It isn’t toxic to dogs according to The Journal Of Veterinary Medical Science. NOTE: You MUST buy the vegan version. Their normal one has xylitol which is toxic to dogs.

Can dogs eat marshmallows? Yes, they can eat these in moderation. You can buy these healthier marshmallows on Amazon.

2. Make Your Own Marshmallows

Good news! We found two recipes that would be safer for your dog. Bad news, you have to make them yourself. But just think of the fun you’ll have and the peace of mind knowing that your dog is getting a safe ‘mallow. Each of these uses a different sweetener.

1. Honey Or Maple Syrup Marshmallows

This recipe from Wellness Mama takes about 25 minutes to make from start to finish. I love it because it also includes marshmallow root powder which is a wonderful anti inflammatory.

Ingredients

1 TBSP marshmallow root powder (optional)

1 cup water (warm, divided)

¼ cup gelatin powder

1 cup honey (or maple syrup)

2 tsp vanilla

Get the full instructions from Wellness Mama

2. Monk Fruit Marshmallows

This next recipe is from Wholesome Yum. These sugar free marshmallows only have three ingredients

Gelatin powder

Monk Fruit Blend

Vanilla

Get the full instructions from Wholesome Yum

What to Do If Your Dog Eats A Marshmallow WIth Xylitol?

If in the process of baking something, your dog scoops up a few miniature xylitol-free marshmallow, it isn’t an emergency. If your dog eats any amount of xylitol, it is automatically a veterinary emergency.

Call Your Vet

Should your beloved pooch eat more than a few marshmallows in a single sitting, then the best course of action is to consult with a veterinarian. While it is preferable to call your veterinarian, any available professional is a valid choice.

Remember: never try and treat the problem yourself! You are likely to do far more harm than good. In addition to the stress this will cause your pet, trying to medicate or treat your dog alone is likely to result in injuries to both parties.

See also Puppuccino Recipe from Pet Chef Rocky Kanaka

Call the Pet Poison Hotline

If no vets are available to help, then it’s time to try another resource. The Pet Poison Hotline is an amazing resource, and it operates 24/7. They may be reached at (855) 764-7661. When contacted, their expert team will walk you through what to do and how to address the issue. This may involve bringing your dog to a professional all-hours emergency clinic.

Better Sweet Treats for Your Pooch

If you want your dog to experience the sweet deliciousness of a marshmallow, then there are much safer options available. In addition to pre-made treats and baked goods, you can treat your pooch to natural foods!

Fruits

There are many fruits on this planet, and many of them are perfectly safe for your dog to eat. In addition to their sweet taste, many fruits also offer a few nutritional benefits to dogs. To replace a marshmallow, some of the best picks are:

Seedless watermelon without the rind

Frozen orange slices

Apples

Puppuccinos

For owners with their hearts set on a sweet treat for a very special occasion, then the puppuccino is your best bet. You can purchase them at a store, but the best way to provide a puppuccino is to make it yourself! Rocky’s famous pumpkin puppuccino is specially formulated for dogs, so it won’t cause any tummy aches afterward!

FAQ

What happens if a dog eats marshmallows?

If the marshmallow contains xylitol then you should take your dog to the vet asap. Xylitol is toxic to dogs. See section above. If the marshmallow doesn’t contain xylitol then likely nothing will happen to your dog. If they eat lots, there may be vomiting or diarrhea.

2. Can my dog eat 1 marshmallow?

If it doesn’t contain xylitol then yes, your dog can eat one and most likely they won’t get sick

3. Why do dogs love marshmallows?

Well, not all dogs like marshmallows. For the purpose of this article, I tried to give a little to my dogs. None of them would have anything to do with it. But they are small and picky.

4. Can dogs eat mini marshmallows?

If they contain xylitol then absolutely not. If they do not contain xylitol then your dog can have a couple and likely nothing will happen

5. What to do if your dog eats marshmallows

If the marshmallow contains xylitol, don’t wait for symptoms to appear, it’s best to call poison control or a veterinarian.

6. Can dogs eat vegan marshmallows.

Vegan marshmallows are the best ones to give your dog if they don’t contain xylitol. We recommend Max Vegan Mallow – sugar free, xylitol free, no artificial flavors.

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Heey saw requests were open so I couldn't help but come check out and ask! Will you be okay if you do a Xiao, Zhongli, Diluc and Childe with a S/O who tries to took a hit for them from getting killed by an enemy?

Xiao, Zhongli, Diluc, and Childe with an S/O who Shields Them From an Attack

☁️ Xiao ☁️

You dragged him along so that he could get some fresh air and help you with your commissions. Xiao would rather stay inside, but you seemed to want to spend time with him so it’s hard to object.

Xiao definitely tried to avoid going with you, but you had kissed his cheek and said it’s more fun if he accompanies you. His weak heart agreed right away.

So not only is he there to provide moral support and company, he’s also there to make sure you’re not going to do anything foolish.

He’s already defeated multiple enemies while you looked through crates for extra materials. If he were mortal, your carelessness probably would’ve shaved a few years off of his life.

He keeps telling you to pay attention and you say you are, but then you turn away and next thing you know an arrow comes whizzing past you.

Xiao’s picking up a damaged mask from the grassy ground, wiping the grime from it, when your shout alerts him. And before he knows it you’re tackling him to the ground.

He’s surprised and a little angry, snapping at you to be more careful. Your grip on his shirt tightens and he wonders what’s gotten into you.

When Xiao places his hand upon your back and finds the arrow sticking out of it, he freezes. You just...shielded him from an attack. And in the process you ended up getting hurt.

Warm blood coats his fingers and you’re doing all that you can to avoid bursting into tears in front of the stern adeptus. He sits up with you, wasting no time in swiftly defeating the archer hilichurl. His anger can be felt in the way he attacks mercilessly, showing no sign of letting up until the hilichurl has fallen to the ground.

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“You...” He wants to call you stupid, but you were only thinking of his safety. Instead he chooses to pacify you rather than berating you for something that has already happened. “You’re going to be okay. It doesn’t look that bad.”

He tends to your injuries to the best of his ability and then will bring you back to Wangshu for further inspection. Once the arrow is pulled out and your injury is cleaned and bandaged, tears finally spring from your eyes. It really, really hurts and you feel bad for making Xiao worry on your behalf.

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🔶 Zhongli 🔶

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It wasn’t a difficult trip; the two of you worked diligently in clearing any enemies that got in your way and eventually you had made it to the first cave.

Zhongli was reciting the history of Liyue caves and their monetary benefits while you climbed over rubble and debris from past accidents. You’d almost tripped once, but he had caught you out of reflex, seemingly unbothered with your clumsiness.

All was going well. You’d mined a lot of ores with Zhongli’s help and the two of you were about to move onto the next cave when the ground above seemed to shake. Briefly, you glanced up, wondering what could be causing such a disturbance.

“We should be careful. There might be a Ruin Hunter around,” you told him as you navigated through the winding tunnel. Zhongli nodded in agreement with that, easily stepping over fallen stones.

Before you knew what was happening, the entire cave was shaking as another loud explosion resonated from above. Debris from above trickled down like snow and you cowered for a moment, expecting a cave-in.

It was silent for a few minutes and you figured the threat must’ve passed. Zhongli waited for a moment as he listened to the silent, musty air.

Just as you breathed your sigh of relief, the ground shook ten times harder than before, and stones larger than the ores you had mined were raining down at once.

The initial shock was more than enough to have you running for the entrance, pulling a very confused Zhongli along. A stone larger than your foot comes falling, and it’s about to hit Zhongli on the head.

To avoid an accident, you shove him to the front and the rock hits you instead of him. Luckily, it wasn’t on the head, but it did hit your ankle hard.

You’re worried you’ve sprained it after you fall to the ground, more stones pelting you. The next thing you know, Zhongli picks you up in his arms and carries you out of the cave before it can collapse entirely on the both of you.

Concerned for your safety, Zhongli observes your injuries. You’re bruised and your ankle does look sprained. He asks if you can stand and when you try he frowns. It looks like you’re going to need to rest up for a few days.

Zhongli will help you the rest of the way back, occasionally stopping so you can give your legs a rest. He expresses his gratitude and is rather surprised that you would go out of your way to take the hits of many stones and rocks.

Despite being thankful, Zhongli hopes you won’t do this again because he doesn’t like to see you in pain. If you’re hurt, he feels hurt and that’s the last thing he wants.

🔥 Diluc 🔥

A group of slimes were hanging around the winery again and so Diluc went off to deal with the problem. He didn’t expect there to be so many, though.

You had tagged along just in case something like this were to happen. And even though Diluc is strong enough to handle so many enemies, these slimes just kept coming.

It was difficult to deal with all sorts of different slimes: Electro, Anemo, and even Cryo. Despite the fact that he didn’t want you to endanger yourself—he insisted he could handle it—you still did what you could to help.

Once you were certain all the slimes were defeated, Diluc sighed, leaning against his weapon to relax after so much fighting. His back was turned and he didn’t notice the large slime creeping up on him.

You jumped in just in time to prevent the slime from hurting him. It had been a quick reaction, one that you hadn’t thought through entirely.

The Cryo slime is freezing to the touch and as soon as it hits you an icy cold envelops you. You try to look strong in front of Diluc, but it’s just too much and you fall to your knees, shivering while the slime looms over you.

Diluc witnessed the entire thing when he first noticed you jump into action and he’s very surprised to find that last slime. He defeats it at once before dropping down to check your injuries.

You aren’t exactly wounded, but you are very cold. He’s ashamed at himself for not paying closer attention to his surroundings.

While Diluc is grateful that you protected him, he’s disappointed that you’d put yourself in harm’s way. You should’ve just let the slime hit him.

He sheds his coat and drapes it over you, using his own Pyro element to start a fire that’ll have you warm in no time.

“You didn’t have to do that. But...thank you. Next time don’t do anything reckless. You’ll hurt yourself,” he says while checking your body temperature.

“But I wanted to keep you safe, Diluc! You already defeated so many slimes. That last one could’ve done some serious damage.”

He’s touched that you’d worry about him, but he doesn’t want you to do something like that again. It’s upsetting that you got harmed as a result of him and he wants to make sure you’re truly okay.

You drag Diluc under his coat so that his body heat can warm you up faster. And even though he tries to get out of it, he doesn’t complain too much.

It’s hard to be upset at the person he loves so much, especially if they were the one who protected him.

💧 Childe 💧

You and Childe were picking through some ruins, searching for chests and other valuable materials. You were careful to avoid any enemies, as the last thing you wanted to do was fight a bunch of slimes and hilichurls.

Childe fought them in your place, eagerly defeating them while you remained on the sidelines.

Everything was going well until the two of you stumbled upon a Ruin Guard that was slumped over, docile and not yet awake. Childe looked over at you and then at the Ruin Guard and then back at you, grinning madly the entire time.

You could only face palm and shake your head, grabbing his arm and gesturing in another direction. You’d encountered enough monsters today; you definitely didn’t want to waste your energy on a rust bucket. But Childe, who had only been fighting small enemies up until this point, was itching for a bigger opponent.

So he rushed ahead despite your quiet protests. And you were stuck having to watch as he sparred with the Ruin Guard.

You would’ve left it up to him if you hadn’t noticed the second Ruin Guard awakening from its slumber, having been disturbed by the commotion.

One Ruin Guard was already an issue, but now you’ve got to deal with two. You can only sigh as you run in to defeat the second one, hoping it won’t take up too much of your time.

Missiles are everywhere; they’ve nearly destroyed the ground and have cracked the already eroded stone pathways. You’ve nearly fallen victim to them a few times now and if it weren’t for Childe’s quick thinking you would’ve been crushed by their mechanical feet.

The first Ruin Guard falls before the two of you in a heap of exhausted, overheated gears and Childe twirls his bow, a glint of madness of his gaze.

You would’ve called it a day if it weren’t for the other Guard aiming for him, missiles completely locked onto his form.

Without thinking, you jump into action, pushing Childe away before he can be hit. In the process, the missiles slam into the rock formation above you and it comes tumbling down in a dusty rumble.

Now it’s Childe’s turn to save you and he’s quick on his feet, pulling you away before you can be buried under heavy stone. The two of you tumble and you scrape your arms and legs in the fall, doing all that you can to shield your boyfriend before he seriously injures himself.

A particular sharp piece of rubble slices the length of your arm and while Childe recovers to finish off the Ruin Guard you clutch your injured arm to stop the blood flow.

Once the Ruin Guard is defeated, Childe goes over to you, bending down to get a look at your arm. “It’s definitely going to need some work,” he jokes, hoping to put a smile on your face. “Don’t worry. I’ll have it patched up in no time. You can count on it.”

And while he wraps it up, he thanks you for your help. Without it, he would’ve been the one with more injuries than you. And even though he doesn’t mind getting hurt in a battle he doesn’t want you to injure yourself as well. So next time you want to protect him, make sure you won’t hurt yourself in the process!

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chubbycatsupremacy · 3 years

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❖ Yandere Mono x Fem! Reader —《When you save their life and their reaction afterwards》❖

☆『Mono』☆

Mono is always vigilant and he is also very confident in his own abilities. Mono's confidence is not unreasonable either, he has enough stamina to be able to run and climb non-stop. And don't forget Mono's superpowers, he can use it as an ace, when in danger, he only needs a TV to teleport somewhere else.

Mono is strong both physically and mentally, it's not just luck that he's survived until now, it's simply because Mono is a very resilient boy. Mono always holds his head high whenever he proudly tells you about his accomplishments, such as defeating The Doctor or The Thin Man (himself).

But no one has never made a mistake, of course Mono is not an exception. You know that Mono can be a bit subjective sometimes because of his over-confidence. And it was Mono's subjectivity that resulted in two of you almost died at the hands of The Teacher.

Mono didn't pay attention to the location he would go to when teleporting over to the TV, so instead of a secluded and safe place as usual, the two of you accidentally fell out of a TV hanging overhead. Fortunately, there are soft mattresses where you two landed. But you get panicked again as soon as you realize where the two of you are at the bedroom of The Bullies, worse than The Teacher standing right there, watching the "students" with a ruler in her hand.

The Teacher spotted the two of you almost immediately, she let out a shrill scream and The Bullies suddenly got up out of bed, chasing after you and Mono. Mono grabs your hand without hesitation and he drags you down the hallway, the two of you dodging traps and trying to find a TV or some other way out.

Perhaps your luck is still on, as Mono has finally found a TV set in the corner, flashing red lights indicating it's still working. But it's not turned on yet, there's a remote on the side table, the problem is that Mono will need time to climb onto the table and get the remote to turn on the TV, he won't be able to do it if he gets The Bullies chase.

You need to extend the time for Mono.

Your eyes move around, you are looking for something that can be used as a weapon, and you immediately notice an ax stuck on the wooden door. Without hesitation, you jerk your hand away from Mono's and run towards the ax.

"(Y/N)! It's dangerous, get back here!" Mono shouted your name in panic, pure fear taking over his mind. On reflex, Mono reached out to pull you back, but you quickly pushed Mono's hand away and pointed towards the TV.

"I'll buy you time, grab the remote to turn on the TV!" You say aloud, Mono tries to pull you back, but you don't care and rushes towards the ax.

You jump up to grab the handle of the ax, you have to swing back and forth a few times to let the ax fall to the ground.

Mono bites his lips so tightly that he bleeds, although he doesn't want you to have to fight alone with The Bullies, but Mono knows now that he has to turn on the TV, then both of you can escape.

He needs to hurry! He has to turn on that damn TV!

Mono used the fastest speed ever to climb onto the table, he tried to keep himself from distracted by you, but the noise coming from behind still made him unconsciously shiver.

Stop shaking, focus you idiot! Mono shook his head vigorously.

The Bullies surround you and try to grab you, you repeatedly swing the ax to smash their porcelain heads, you have opened a path towards the TV. Thankfully, The Bullies seem to have all of their attention on you, and Mono has smoothly left their encirclement.

Oh man! This is terribly heavy! You are gasping for breath because of the weight of your oversized ax, your wrists and calves ache after just a few swings of an ax.

You wonder how Mono felt every time he fought with his giant ax and hammer, he even had to go a long way with them in hand, and you've never seen Mono complain about that...

"Got it!" Mono exclaimed happily as he held the remote in his hand. Mono turns on the TV without hesitation, the familiar screen appears, but Mono does not immediately leave, instead, he turns his head to call you.

"(Y/N), let's go!"

You raise your head to respond to Mono, but the scene ahead makes you dread dumbfounded. The Teacher was right behind Mono, her neck stretching like a snake, Mono hadn't even noticed yet!

Mono is in danger!

"Get out of there!" You push Mono aside just before The Teacher can grab him. Mono falls to the floor from being pushed so hard by you, but right now he doesn't care about the pain.

With all the strength you have, you swing your ax to slash The Teacher's head. Unfortunately, your speed is so slow, she dodges and immediately switches to attack you. You are almost bitten by The Teacher if Mono doesn't pull you into the TV in time.

Mono took the two of you to a safer place, of course he carefully checked the place they were going this time. You both fall on the floor, you are still panting, your heart racing with adrenaline. Mono is not much better than you, what just happened still shocked him.

Lucky for Mono because you were with him then, if Mono was alone, perhaps his body would have been cold in that school.

You're really glad you have a quick enough reflex to push Mono out...

"(Y/N)! Were you injured?" Mono frantically grabbed your shoulder after he calmed down.

"I'm okay, don't worry." You replied. Except for your wrist that hurts a bit from swung an ax, you're fine.

Mono is still not assured, he carefully examines you from top to bottom once. Finally, his eyes are fixed on the bloody cut on your lower leg.

"You're hurt!" Mono spoke in a high voice, his dark eyes filled with fear.

You didn't even know about the wound, maybe you accidentally injured yourself while swinging the ax around, you were too panicky and focused only on getting out of danger, adrenaline makes you forget all the pain. Now that you're safe, you finally feel the terrible pain radiating from your shin, and you wince in pain.

"Oh damn it..." You groan, the wound is deeper than you thought.

Unbelievable you are completely ignorant of it, you even ran the whole distance with a wound on your leg...

Mono instantly turns pale when he hears you groan, he frantically searches for first aid supplies to help you stop the bleeding. Unfortunately, this apartment is nothing more than a TV, a dusty sofa and a collapsed bed.

"Wait a minute, I'll go find some medicine and bandages! Stay here and wait for me to come back." Mono gently helped you sit down on the sofa, then he hurriedly ducked into the TV again.

Mono returned after only a few minutes with a box of bandages and alcohol in hand, you guess Mono went to the hospital to find them.

"Thanks, Mono..." You say in a weak voice.

Mono avoiding your eyes.

"... Don't thank me."

Mono helps you clean your wound in silence, his movements very gentle and careful, but you still hurt to the point of shaking. You instinctively pulled your foot back when Mono accidentally grazed your wound.

"Sorry! Did I hurt you?" Mono apologizes frantically, his reaction makes you feel as if you have been amputated or something...

"Don't worry, it's just my body's natural response." You shake your head in reply and smile reassuring Mono, you don't want to make him worry.

Mono wrapped the bandages for you and chirped non-stop, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it will be alright, everything will be all right..."

You stare at Mono, you feel he's comforting himself, not you, because you're not really panicking at all, the only one scared here is Mono.

You decided not to say anything and let Mono deal with your wound, you also noticed Mono's regretful eyes, you knew he was blaming himself for endangering you. Honestly, Mono was really wrong in this case, he was too subjective and accidentally put both of you in danger. But you also don't want to blame Mono, you know he didn't mean to do it, Mono also really regrets it and will never make this mistake again.

"I'm terribly sorry, (Y/N)..." Mono bit his lip, he lowered his face, letting his long bangs cover his eyes. Mono said in a choked voice, "I put you in danger! I was so subjective, I'm an idiot, I should have paid more attention! You almost got killed just for saving me! I..."

"Stop blaming yourself, Mono. Everyone made mistakes, and we're still alive, that's the most important thing. You just need to stop being so subjective." You interrupt Mono, you don't want to hear him blame himself.

If you were injured for saving Mono, you definitely won't regret it, it's the decision you've made so you have to take responsibility for it yourself. Anyway, you feel it is the right thing to do, if you have the right to choose again, you will still choose to save Mono in spite of the danger.

"There won't be a next time, I'll always be careful, I promise!" Mono grabs your hand tightly and assures you in an affirmative voice.

"Even if you have superpowers, you shouldn't be arrogant, considering today's accident is a lesson for you. Keep in mind, we're not always as lucky as we are today." You patted Mono's shoulder, the child said nothing, he just stared at you with a complicated expression.

"Aren't you mad at me?" Mono stammered slightly.

You shrug and roll your eyes, "If I said no, that would be a lie. But you saved me anyway, I won't be angry at the person who saved my life."

Actually, you see Mono saved you so many times, you owe him too much...

Mono just stared at you without replying.

"By the way, I also want to ask you a few questions." You suddenly remembered your question.

"... Huh?" He finally talks instead of just staring at you.

"Do you get tired or hurt your hand every time you use the ax or hammer?" You cleared your throat, deciding to change the subject to make the atmosphere less tense.

Mono gets confused when you suddenly ask an unrelated question, but he still honestly replies, "Of course I do, especially since I have to use them most of the time."

As if thinking of something, Mono suddenly narrowed his eyes, "Wait, why are you asking that?"

"I used an ax to fight The Bullies today, and then I think about how you feel..." You smiling sheepishly.

"What? Did you have a pain in your hand?" Mono only notices the front side of the sentence, he immediately grabs your wrist to check. You try to pull your hand back, but Mono holds your hand too tightly.

"Just a little tired, but I realize that fighting is really terrifying and dangerous. You always protect me without ever complaining, even if you get hurt... I feel so heartless because I have never asked you about this, you must have been very tired."

"From now on, please let me know if there's anything I can do to help."

Mono looking you straight in the eye for a few seconds before he lowered his head again.

"... Don't say that, I never mind, actually I'm happy to protect you." Mono shyly scratches his cheek, he averts his gaze and fixes his eyes on the floor.

You chuckle as you flicker Mono's forehead, "You didn't notice but I did! Thank you for always protecting me, Mono."

Mono was stunned, his cheeks flushes like a fever, his heart beating fast like a drum.

"Next time let me help you! We can work together to defeat monsters!" You took Mono's hand and said.

Mono's smile disappeared as soon as he heard you say that, his embarrassed expression was immediately replaced by fear, Mono raised his voice to protest at you immediately. Mono's reaction startles you.

"No! Once like today is enough!" Mono squeezed your hand, his shoulder blades shaking a little as he said, "Do you know how scared I was? Can you imagine how I felt?"

"Mono..." You spoke softly, trying to calm Mono down, but Mono didn't give you a chance to finish your sentence. He was like an angry animal, only screaming in anger.

"When you suddenly let go of my hand, I was so scared! And when you almost got killed by The Teacher... Just thinking about losing you and being alone again, I feel myself going crazy!"

Before you can comfort Mono, he jerks his head up and looks you straight in the eye.

"Promise me, never do that again."

"... But if I hadn't, you wouldn't have had time to turn on the TV." You sigh, "I have to do it for us, Mono."

"We can think of another way! We can find a hiding place or a different route! Anyway, it doesn't matter if it takes a little time!" Mono replied in a harsh tone, his eyes were bloodshot and his angry words were spat through clenched teeth. The lights in the room kept flashing because Mono's emotions were fluctuating, the air seemed to thicken, the whole room shook violently as if there was an earthquake, everything look like a slow motion movie.

You press your back against the back of the sofa and instinctively move away from Mono. Mono looks about to lose control again, this happened before when you were attacked by The Viewers. Mono has not been able to fully control his superpower, he easily loses control when he is too angry or sad, that's why Mono always tries to keep himself calm in all situations.

Mono was almost out of control, but when he saw that you were wary of him, Mono's anger immediately disappeared like a punctured balloon.

The lights come back on, the earthquake has stopped and you breathe a sigh of relief, you don't even realize you held your breath.

Mono never wants to scare you.

Mono looking down at the bandages wrapped around your legs, his voice sound low as if he was muttering, "I can't lose you, (Y/N). If you die, I definitely won't be able to control myself anymore. "

You know Mono isn't joking, because you know what kind of person Mono is.

He will be really mad.

You feel so lucky that you and Mono were able to escape The Teacher in time, if you were killed at that time, you can't imagine how Mono would react...

#little nightmares #ln2 mono #mono x reader #female reader #yandere

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misslilli · 2 years

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I'm so nervous about posting this, help 🙈

Felix Felicis

MSR. AU. E. | tagging @today-in-fic | read on AO3

Chapter 59 - Finally

Even though the dinner he prepared is absolutely delicious, we're both so eager to get it over with, we eat a few bites before setting down forks and knives and he reaches across the table to brush his fingers across the back of my hand and voices the thought that's on my mind too.

"Skip dessert?"

"Oh yes, please!"

Not quite ready to skip ahead to the real dessert, we first clear the table and move into his kitchen to keep our shaky hands and wandering minds busy. And we do sneak in a couple of spoonfuls of his chocolate mousse, way too good to pass up. As is the look on his face when I lick the spoon purposefully slow, adding a little moan just to see his eyes darken a shade or two.

I'm usually an active listener, but with sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms during dinner cleanup, he's effectively distracting me from paying attention to whatever story he's telling me while loading up the dishwasher, I lean heavily against the kitchen island, knees weak and throat tight with anticipation of what we both know will inevitably happen next.

"Helloo… Earth to Scully. You didn't hear anything I just said, did you?" His hand comes up to cup my cheek, the amusement at catching me staring at him spreading a slow smile across his face. I turn my head into his palm, giving it a brief nuzzle and a quick kiss, leaning my cheek into his caress with a dreamy smile.

"Mhhno, sorry, I was too distracted…" Before I can even blink or catch my breath, his lips descend to mine, all 6 feet of him pressing me into the sharp edge of the kitchen counter. Driving me further out of my mind with each nip and stroke of his tongue, tentative and shy only at first.

He is a dangerously addictive force, attacking all five senses at once, his spicy cologne in my nose, tasting faintly like the chocolate mousse we had for dessert, the silky strands of spiky hair between my tangled fingers, little moans of pleasure that reach my ear and travel downwards with dizzying speed to settle between my thighs. Filling me with an ache and longing no-one before him ever came close to.

There’s also a dangerous unpredictability in his wandering hands and searching lips, searching until they rediscover the sensitive skin just below my ear, giving it a just one last nip before stepping back suddenly.

“Wait…There’s something I need to do real quick, don’t go anywhere!” What? No! Come back!

Every fiber of my being screams bloody murder in protest at the loss of contact but only a pathetic little whimper makes it past my lips as I watch him disappear up the stairs. Leaving me still leaning against the kitchen island, heartbeat rushing in my ears, breathless, flushed and a little light-headed. Trying to regain control over my ragged breathing and racing heart.

With 25 kids each with a mind of their own and a house full of chaotic friends, my OCD lifestyle with all my lists and labels and neatly alphabetized kitchen cabinets allows me to keep a tight-fisted stronghold of control over my life. A stronghold that threatens to slip from my grasp, endangered by the tantalizing mixture of endearingly sweet and devastatingly sexy that makes up the essence of Fox Mulder.

I take a great sense of safety from being in control, on top of things, terrified of what will happen once it slips from my hand.

However terrified, I can not for the life of me control the way my body reacts to his unpredictable, wandering hands that seek out the dips of my waist to bring me in even closer. Closer to losing my mind, fantasizing about his body moving on top of mine.

The creak of the stairs rip me from my fantasy as Mulder returns from upstairs with a secretive grin on his face, holding out his hand and my stomach gives a nervous flutter. Oh God, this is really happening. Right now. Upstairs.

On our way up the staircase, the family portraits and snapshots pass me by in a blur of shapes and colors, my mind blank until we're standing shyly in front of each other in a room full of more lit candles that bathe the room in a yellowish glow and add warmth and coziness to the nervous anticipation that sizzles between us.

The magnetic pull of the raw need and desire in his eyes that catch fire in the pit of my stomach pull me towards him and we snap together like opposite poles, North and South coming together with frantic fingers, unbuttoning, unzipping, unbuckling. His crisp white dress shirt tossed aside. My silk dress pooled on the floor. His dress slacks followed suit.

As if it were a ballroom dance, he takes the lead, his step forward, my step back take us across the candle-lit room until we've reached the edge of his bed.

The comforter he lowers me onto with gentle hands on my back like I'm the most precious thing in his world, is soft and cool under my heated skin.

Skin that tingles and breaks out in goosebumps as I watch him watch me, standing the foot of the bed.

Skin that's set on fire by his gaze that trails over the black lacy fabric that's been haunting his mind ever since he laid eyes on the bag they were concealed in. Swallowing hard around the lump in his throat. Rendered speechless.

Self-conscious and blushing under his intense, dark gaze, I draw my arms across black lace and flushed, pale skin to hide behind, biting my lip nervously.

With an imperceptible shake of his head, he finds his voice, low and gravelly rasping out his words. “No. Don’t… Please.”

The mattress dips under his weight as he fits his lean body right next to mine, tracing the edge of black lace with amazement written across his face that spreads out a new series of goosebumps underneath his finger.

"I've been dreaming about this for a whole week… But this, I could't have dreamed up! It's… you’re so beautiful!" My silent disagreement that leaves my nose with a scoff is met with a shake of his head and a continued gaze of absolute awe that follows the gentle flutter of his fingertips from my collarbones, over the curve of my breast, over the butterflies in my stomach, all the way into the vee of my thighs. He silences my gasp of surprise at his touch with his lips, humming into them appreciatively at what his fingers discover there.

Not a big talker in bed myself, I'm surprised that his words accompanying his touch are just as exhilarating. Bringing his lips close to my ear for a husky whisper, he punctuates each compliment with an agonizingly slow flick of his thumb.

“I mean it, Scully, you’re absolutely breathtaking… gorgeous… amazing… sexy, oh so sexy” He continues his list until he has me right on the edge, shaking and moaning breathlessly for more.

The lights of the candles dances behind my closed lids, my other senses only heightened by the darkness as I lie waiting with bated breath. Instinctively, I lift my hips to help his fingers hooked into the waistband to rid me of my flimsy panties, carelessly tossed off the bed and joined with a rustle by his alien-head boxers. Followed by the unmistakable crinkle of a condom wrapper.

His warm and gentle hands return to light each and every one of my nerve endings ablaze underneath my already sensitive skin, mapping out the dips and curves on his way up, he pauses only to drag his lips across black lace and I can hear the smile in his mumble to keep this on.

With movements so slow and carefully measured I marvel at his self-control, he slips his arms underneath my shoulders and settles himself between my legs, cradling my face between his hands to brush away a few stray strands of hair and tracing my face with feather-light touches that elicit a quiet sigh. I’ve never felt so safe and cared-for as in this moment. Or so beautiful as the sole focus of his unwavering, loving attention.

“Open your eyes, Scully!” Shivering with anticipation, I meet his request, struggling to keep them open when he slips inside, slowly as if he's terrified of hurting me. Oh God, finally. With only a thin layer of latex separating us, we blink at each other for a moment, a mixture of surprise and wonder, relief and undeniable dark desire.

He touches his lips to mine, softly, sweetly, quietly repeating his previous list between kisses.

Soft turns to firm demand with each slow stroke, sweet turns into a desperate, fierce need that coils deep in the pit of my stomach.

Inside, I'm fighting a losing battle for control over my trembling thighs, arching back, the jumble of Oh Gods and yesyesyes please he draws from the back of my throat. The warm huffs of breath that wash over my face, the look of deep concentration on his and the increasingly frantic thrusts of his hips tell me he's fighting the very same internal battle for control.

And then, cradled in the safety of his arms, wrapped tightly around his body like a vine, the last strand of control slips from our fingers once we find our release, only seconds apart.

Instead of terrified, I’ve never felt so alive.

Languidly stretched out with absolute bliss underneath the soft cotton sheets, surrounded by the comfort of his scent, I eagerly await his return from the bathroom. The dreamy smile that he has once again managed to firmly plant on my face and that is probably stuck there forever, falters once he re-emerges from the bathroom. Not to join me in bed but to pace the length of the bedroom, raking his hands through his disheveled hair. The anguish on his face illuminated in flashes by the flickering light of the candles.

"I'm sorry…"

After the wonderful, mind-blowing, life-altering experience that was this evening, an apology is the very last thing I expected to hear from him. I give him a puzzled look across the room, propped up on my elbows, eyebrow raised.

"You're … sorry? For what?" With a brief lapse in judgement, old insecurities creep up that have me afraid he'll throw me out now that he got what he wanted. No, no, stop, that was someone else, not him. Never him. The one who gestures wildly in search of the right words.

"For this, I can… you know, do more… draw out the experience… last longer… but it's been such a long time, and you… with the black lace and … it all felt so good, I just couldn't. I'm sorry."

I'm stunned into silence at the words that tumble out of his mouth, did he not hear or see or feel that he's got nothing to apologize for?

The sight of him standing before me stark-naked, wearing only a pained expression and his insecurities on his sleeve, pricks at my heart. Minutes before, he helped me overcome mine, now it's my turn to help him with his.

I toss back the sheets and open my arms, reaching for him with a gentle "No… don't apologize… Come here, Moose!". This is the first time I wish we had more endearing nicknames, softer than our surnames or code-names, like baby or sweetheart or honey to convey the affection behind the words better. But that's not us, so a gentle tone of voice and Moose will have to do for now.

After a reluctant pause chewing on his bottom lip and with a heavy exhale, he finally caves and slips into my arms, his face pressed into my neck to hide his unwarranted embarrassment into.

Underneath the sheets, warm and cozy, he's still tense and clinging to me almost afraid I'll vanish into thin air if he loosens his arms around my waist. My kisses disappear into his hair and onto his forehead between reassurances that he has nothing to apologize for, that it was perfect, all of it and how much I appreciate everything he's done for me tonight and slowly, his tension begins to dissipate.

Melted into my side, limbs tangled so deliciously I have no idea where he ends and I begin, at long last we get to bask in the afterglow. He's already half-asleep when I feel his lips curve into a smile.

"Reeeally? Everything?"

"Mh-hm, everything."

The little contented sigh that accompanies his "Good, good…" and his arms squeezing me tightly once, so hard it takes my breath away for a moment, fill my heart with joy and hope, that with time, the wounds from our broken pasts will heal once and for all.

Flying high on oxytocine, there's a tentative spark of hope for a happily ever after I never thought I'd get.

#xf #xf fanfic #the x files #felix felicis

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spencers-dria · 3 years

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Can you maybe write something where the reader meets spencer in prison and when they get out, they meet up and they have really rough and kinky sex like you can literally go as dirty and kinky as you want

Four Feet Apart

🎉150 follower celebration! Day 6

Spencer x fem reader

Content/Trigger Warnings: 18+ Smut, oral female receiving, anal play, blindfold/sensory play, and handcuff/restraint use, protected penetrative sex, mentions of murder, prison

The beginning is a little angst, little fluff, plenty of smut!

“Alright inmates, listen up! There’s been some budget cuts. For the time being, the old west wing building will be taken by overflow from the women’s prison.”

The guard’s voice was overtaken by wolf whistles and hollers.

“That’s enough! Now you will not share a building with them. You will not see them during meals. However the courtyards do share a fence. If you are caught harassing them in any way, you will be punished accordingly!”

The announcement had caught the attention of just about every inmate, except one. Spencer Reid had bigger problems to worry about than women. He didn’t get them outside of prison, so why should he worry about them on the inside. He needed to worry about how to stay safe, stay alive until his name was cleared. That is, until he met you.

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I sat on the bleachers, popping some bubble gum as I searched for some worthwhile eye candy. The sun was a bit hot so I shrugged my button down off my shoulders, opting to tie it around my waist, leaving me in a white tank. This of course leads to many wondering eyes and a few whistles from the men’s side of the fence. I’m not even sure what i’m looking for, but none of the men giving me the time of day have it. I finally notice a slender man sitting on the men’s bleachers, just a few feet away from the fence on his side. I scoot up , slipping my fingers through the women’s chain-link side. Of course I could never touch any of them, with each side having about four feet between their respective fences. But there were no rules against looking or talking even.

“Hey. Think too hard and you’re gonna mess up that pretty face of yours.”

He looks up a bit startled, but his posture changes once his gaze lands on me. He almost looks shy, which seems in direct contrast to his rugged look. But once I look in his eyes, I see depth and warmth and kindness that belongs far away from this place, and it hurts me for a moment, to think of what will happen to him here.

“I don’t bite. The name is Y/L/N. Got in for killing my ex husband. How about you?”

He blinked, speechless at first.

“Doc- I’m uh, Spencer Reid. They think I killed someone too…”

“Well, didn’t you?”

He shook his head. Based on the look in his eyes, I want to believe him I really do.

“Did you know that incarceration of women has been growing at twice the rate of men’s incarceration?”

“Now how in the world would you know that?”

He simply shrugged.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. Just looked like you could use some company is all.”

He looked like he wanted to respond, he really did. But before he got the chance, the women were called back inside.

I give a quick salute. “Nice meetin ya Spencer Reid. See ya when I see ya.”

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The next time I saw him he looked different. Scared, fragile, and a bit bloodied up.

“Hey- what uh- I mean, are you okay?”

He refused to look up or give much of an answer. But he was sitting in the same spot, close enough for us to have another conversation so I have to believe he wanted to talk again.

“I’m guessing you’re relatively new. It happened to me too ya know. Especially when I wouldn’t just go along with everything they asked.”

That drew his attention, and I could see tears in his eyes.

“You can’t let them see they get to you, that you’re scared. I learned that long before I got here though. That’s why I killed him ya know- he hurt me and I couldn’t just take it anymore. Police wouldn’t listen. I just wanted it to stop.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I shrugged it off. I’m paying my time but I’m safer in here than I ever felt with him.”

“Can you keep a secret?”

Now he has my attention. I nod, trying not to seem too excited to be sharing schoolyard secrets with the handsome stranger.

“I uh, was in the FBI. I was framed by a, well you can almost call her an arch nemesis of sorts.” He laughed to himself. It was a warm sort of laugh that filled me with butterflies. “I was just trying to get medicine for my mom. She has Alzheimer’s and schizophrenia. She was getting worse and I-“ his words are quickly cut off by the sounds of sniffles.

“Why are you telling me this?” I don’t mean it to be rude, but I had to know.

“I guess you could say I’m good at reading people and- you’re not a bad person. I trust you.”

In that moment, our eyes met again, but something new was there. Desire? Lust? Caring? Who knows. But that was the start of something. Of daily meetings, and quiet longing.

Day after day we would sit by our fences, sharing stories of our lives before prison. I learned that he was kind, hard-working, and actually quite funny. Spencer Reid was the best company I’d had in years, and not just within the prison walls.

He also told me about the rough time of it he was having on his own side. I gave him pointers where I could. How to get in with the right people, how to avoid the wrong ones, and how to get himself safe when necessary.

At one point, the politics on his side did endanger his life, and that’s when we came up with the plan together. A plan that would help take down the very man targeting him while getting Spencer somewhere safe for now. This meant I wouldn’t see him while he was in solitary, but we both knew it was necessary.

We never spoke about exactly what it was we wanted but- it was there. We devoured one another with our eyes. Biting and licking lips, drawn out breaths, and lingering gazes. We knew.

I watched him change overtime. His hair and beard grew yes, but so did this darkness in his eyes. The soft, Bambi-eyed boy was seemingly gone, replaced by a man who needed to hurt someone, anyone. And oh was I ready to let him hurt me.

I waited by the fence each day for his return, but it never came. I finally decided to ask around until I heard something that thrilled me but also left a huge gaping hole in me.

“He left.”

I couldn’t be happier for him. Had they cleared his name? From the sound of it, federal agents, friends of his had come to retrieve him. I could only hope that he was safe and happy.

Then one day I received a letter.

Dear Y/N,

I miss you. Just you. You made my time there worthwhile, worth missing. There’s so much more I wanted to say to you, and a letter just won’t do it justice. I have a feeling you’ll be out on parole sooner than you think. Come find me when you can. I’ll be in D.C..

Counting the days,

Spencer

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Parole? I had at least another year before that could even be a consideration. But I started counting too, which didn’t last long. Imagine my surprise when I got out on parole only two weeks after receiving the letter.

Did he- no he couldn’t, could he? Spencer had been gone for months. Clearly he had cleared his name, thank goodness. I knew I needed to see him as soon as possible.

I couldn’t leave the state, but luckily I didn’t need to. With what little I had, I made my way to D.C.. I figured I’d start out at the return address on the envelope, the one I clung to like my life depended on it.

With a bag slung over my shoulder, I raised my hand with the letter to hesitantly knock on the door, completely unsure of what to expect on the other side.

My mouth fell open at the sight before me. Spencer Reid in a cardigan, a tie? I had never seen him outside the prison. He looked so put together. And all I could think about was how much I wanted to tear him apart. I did my best to suppress my lust in hopes of a civil and normal greeting.

I don’t know what I expected. Tears, hugs maybe? We stood there staring at each other for who knows how long before I finally spoke. I’d had a well rehearsed speech in my head. One I’d had two whole weeks to work on since he sent the letter. But that all went out the window the second I saw his face again.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

Who was I kidding? We could see it in eachother’s eyes, the same desire from before, but stronger somehow. Maybe because it was quite literally within reach. Months of daydreaming about what it would feel like to touch him, kiss him, get absolutely railed by him.

The man I had met initially was so gentle, timid. I watched him change in that prison. I had initially imagined ruining him, breaking him for my own pleasure. By the time he left I wanted something completely different. I wanted him to do the breaking. I wanted him to use me for his own personal pleasure. And he knew it.

He grabbed my face to pull me in for an all consuming kiss that quite literally took my breath away. I had to pull back, gasping for air before I could get any words out.

“Missed you too.” I smiled.

“Can we take this to my bedroom?” The words came out rushed, as though he might die if he couldn’t have me in that very moment.

I give an enthusiastic nod. A small squeal and uncharacteristic giggle leaves my lips as he scoops me up in his arms, whisking me away to his bedroom.

“I’ve been waiting so long for this,” he pants, frantically removing his clothes. “Can you get undressed and lay down on your stomach for me?”

I follow his orders without question. He leans down by my ear and asks one question. “Safe word?”

“Cherry blossom.”

“Anything off limits?”

I don’t even have to think. “No, I trust you.”

Next thing I know I feel soft silk over my eyes as he ties a blindfold in place. This allows me to focus on the sounds of whatever else he is preparing. I hear a distinctly familiar jingle of metal, which is confirmed as it touches the skin of my wrists. Handcuffs. I wiggle my hips in delight, which earns me a playful spank.

“Like what you see?”

“I definitely can’t complain.” I can almost hear his smirk.

His fingers dig into my hips before pulling them up in the air. I feel cold air hit my core immediately.

“Fucking beautiful.”

Without any warning I feel a finger coated in cool lubricant coating my other opening.

“Try and relax for me, beautiful.” His fingers run through some of my hair, dragging across the skin of my back and I feel my muscles immediately follow his command. I attempt to mentally and physically prepare for whatever could be coming next.

I feel him work in what feels to be a decent sized anal plug. I’ve tried them before but only by myself. I’m already enjoying the added stimulation. My hips jolt when he suddenly brings his head down to lick up through my slit and I can’t help but yell.

“Fuck!”

“Mmm you like that, dirty girl? You’re quite literally dripping for me.”

He says it so calmly, I can hardly wrap my head around how smooth he’s being.

“Yes sir, please!” I beg.

“Please what, hmmm? What do you need?”

“Need you to eat my pussy please sir!”

Damn I sound absolutely pathetic. To think I ever considered myself a feminist. So much for my leg up on domineering men. Here I am willingly let one take me, have me anyway he wants. And that’s just the way I want it too. For Spencer Reid, I would be anything he needed.

“Good girl.” The two words have me writhing in pleasure with the combined sensation of his tongue back on the place I need it most. He sucks and laps at me like I'm his favorite dessert . He reads my body like a book, every movement and moan. He knows just what I need, when to let up, when to push harder. It’s unfair just how talented his mouth is.

And then, I’m coming undone on that beautiful mouth of his. Too bad I can’t see it. But oh it’s all I can imagine as waves of pleasure wreck my body and he’s running his fingers down my back, squeezing my ass as he gets in his final victory licks.

There’s a distinct sound of a condom wrapper, and I appreciate the consideration. I feel him sit on the bed next to me, against the headboard perhaps?

“Come sit on my lap.” His voice is dark and commanding, and my body is already responding with a fresh dose of arousal.

“But I can’t see sir.”

“No excuses. Come sit on my lap or you won’t get to come again.”

Not only can I not see, but my hands are still handcuffed behind my back. Not to mention my knees are weak from my most recent orgasm. This oughta be interesting. I try to scoot on my knees towards where I had heard his voice, only to lose my balance once I bump into his legs. I fall face first into his lap. Not the worst position to be in. I hear a soft, dark chuckle above me.

“Poor pathetic thing, are you already too weak? Can you handle another one?”

I swear, I never knew I was into degradation and humiliation. I don’t even know if I truly am, it's just something about him, about Spencer, that turns me on with everything he does.

“Yes sir, please! Please I can handle it! Let me try!”

I feel his fingers grasp my jaw, pulling my face up till I’m sitting on my knees again. I can feel his breath on my face and I wish I could just lean in and feel his lips on mine. My wish is granted for just a second. I feel his plush lips brush against mine, but they’re gone just as quick.

“Pretty thing. Let me help you, hmm.”

His long fingers wrap around my hips and guide me till I’m sitting in his lap, one leg on either side.

“Do you think you can ride me without your hands for balance?

“Yes sir!” I nod with an embarrassing eagerness.

“Show me, baby.”

I raise up and with his guidance again, lower myself until he’s making sure my other hole is filled as well.

Each bounce against his lap is adding pressure against the plug, combined with the bump of his cock against my cervix. With no sight, I’m so in tune with every sensation, especially the way his fingers feel roaming every inch of my body. He’s pinch my nipples, grabbing my ass, tugging at my hair. I may have been the one begging but he was clearly just as desperate.

When he decided he needs more, Spencer grabs my hips and starts thrusting up into me at a completely

ridiculous pace.

“You look so pretty bouncing on my cock. See for yourself, little girl.”

Before I have time to realize what he means, his beautiful fingers are ripping the silk away from my eyes, only to be met with absolutely heavenly eyes. They’re golden, warm, filled with lust but also something kinder. They devour my body like I’m his goddess. I absolutely love watching him enjoy the view. He licks his lips hungrily as he watches my breasts bounce and the way he looks sliding in and out of me.

Spencer pulls me in so he can leave a trail of kisses along my shoulders and neck. I love the way my face feels buried in his soft curls, he smells of lavender shampoo and it’s intoxicating. When he pulls back he’s got a knowing smirk on his face.

“What?”

In seemingly one move, I’m off his lap, on my back, with my hands pinned over my head.

“But the hand cuffs? How did you-“

Instead of answering he silenced me with an all consuming kiss. We’re biting, sucking, moaning, on one another like animals in heat. I can’t help but feel sorry for his poor neighbors.

He keeps my hands pinned above my head while realigning himself ready to pick back up where he left off. Before I can even register what’s happening he’s pounding into me like it’s his fucking job.

“You feel that? You feel how perfectly I fill you up? So pretty with my cock in you. Fuck- you take it so well!”

Words are gone from my mind. I’m left with moans, tears, and one name. Spencer.

“Spencer!”

He lets go of my arms and they instinctively wrap around his neck as I use my legs around his hips bringing him close.

“I’ve got you pretty girl. I’m here. Be a good little thing and come for me. Come on.”

I’m wrecked, shaking and moaning, unsure if I’ll ever be able to stop. He’s right there with me, filling me up in the best way. The pleasure is intensified by the extra pressure from the plug. I cling to him for dear life as I ride off my high, enjoying the way he looks above me. He’s angelic with the light sheen of sweat causing his skin to glisten in the low lighting, the natural sparkle of his eyes, the way his curls fall in his face, the pretty pink lips softly parted as he pants.

He’s dominant but also so soft and kind with me. It's clear tonight he cared about my pleasure just as much as his own. Maybe I don’t ever have to let him go. Maybe we can just stay here, twisted up in one another, blissfully unaware of all our troubles and the world around us.

I’m embarrassed at how much I whine as he gets off of me and slips away into the bathroom. I don’t know why I was surprised when he returns with a warm washcloth and lotion. He’s cleaning me up, tending to my wrists and any other spots sore from friction, and removing the plug. All the while he’s littering my skin with gentle kisses, all along my back and shoulders, my hips, my chest, my face. I’ve never been so pampered.

“Are you okay?” His voice is sweet and smooth like honey, leaving me tingling in the wake of its sweetness.

“Never better.” I leave kisses across his knuckles and he gives me that look again, like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

After some convincing, I get up to use the bathroom, returning to a very sweet looking boy waiting for me under the covers, looking up with puppy dog eyes. I see the man I first met in the courtyard months ago. The one that stole my heart. I slip into the spot next to him, and we tangle back together, skin against skin. It’s so warm, soft, inviting and I think I’ll stay forever.

#criminal minds #dr spencer reid #spencer x reader #prison reid #post prison spencer #spencer reid x y/n

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lovelybarnes · 3 years

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can you do a fic that’s like the ep’s “hit” and “run,” but it’s Y/N and Spencer’s child they have to save, and not JJ’s?

pairings: spencer reid x reader, platonic!bau x reader

warnings: mentions of getting shot, bank robbery, blood, kidnapping, worry, cm stuff.

about: requested! s7 e23-24 but spencer and y/n’s child is at risk (jemily is canon btw, will knows)

thank you so much for requesting! sorry it took me so long and it's going to have to be in two parts, since apparently it was too long lol, it'll be up as soon as i'm done editing it! (i also promise it gets better in the next part-) part two

the ticking clock on your wrist seemed to pulse with each move the arms made, each one notifying you that you were running a little later than before. when spencer rounded the corner to your mother’s house, you sighed in short relief, unbuckling your seat belt when he parked and getting out of the car to open the door to the back, smiling at your son in his booster seat. “hey, bug,” you whispered, undoing his seatbelt and pressing your lips to his head in a weak attempt to wake him up. spencer was taking things out of the trunk hurriedly, setting them down and walking to the door of the house, where your mother was already waiting.

you pulled your little boy into your arms, seeing as he wasn’t fully awake yet and would probably stumble over his feet if you set him down. you only hummed when his fingers twisted in your shirt, holding you close.

“hey, mom,” you greeted, giving her a kiss on the cheek. spencer’s hand rested on your lower back, the other adjusting emiliano’s hair.

“i’m sorry we’re so late, it was supposed to be a day off so yesterday we stayed up late, and emi wouldn’t wake up,” you said, your mom nodding as a response, "oh it's no problem, honey," she assured, stretching her arms out.

you kissed emiliano on the head again as a goodbye, smiling when he made a little noise and handed him to spencer, who pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead before giving him to your mom. you waved goodbye to your son, heart stinging a bit from the disappointment that you weren’t going to spend the day with him like planned. “bye, mom! we’ll be back later, i love you!”

your mom sent you a goodbye you barely heard as you and spencer sped walked back to your car, driving to work late.

the ten minutes you were running late didn’t seem like such a big deal when you realized practically everyone else was behind schedule as well, although you couldn’t blame anyone, it was supposed to be your free day. spencer had even planned to go to a comic con with penelope, but he had only been able to start to get dressed before everyone got called in.

you and spencer were still in the car, examining the scene before getting out. outside, spencer planted a quick kiss on your lips, and you smiled, giving his hand a squeeze, then joining your team.

you stood between spencer and jj, greeting the others with a small nod and a smile before hotch began to list facts about the case. out of the corner of your eye, you noticed jj and emily’s hands tangling together, and a small smile sneaked onto your lips. your eyes flicked up to will’s face, realizing he had seen it too.

you looked back to hotch, who was still talking.

“... killed one person in each robbery.”

rossi voiced the question you had before you could, “m.o.?”

“single gunshot wound. each of the victims has bled out,” hotch explained and you all began walking towards the large vehicle housing penelope, sometimes cutting in with thoughts.

“serial killers with a thirty day cooling off period and we’re only just hearing about this now?” emily asked.

“headquarters identified them as robbers first and killers second,” hotch said, and you raised an eyebrow, “no one kills seven people without serious psychopathic tendencies- especially in the span of seven months.”

“i agree; i disagreed with the original assessment, but i was overruled.”

you nodded, continuing to listen to what hotch was saying as you walked into the fbi rv.

“why haven’t we been able to id them off of surveillance footage?” derek asked.

“they hack the security feed and turn off the cameras. both during the initial canvass and during the robbery, until the masks come back on, and then we’re allowed to watch.”

you squeezed penelope’s shoulder as a greeting, and she only smiled, blowing you a kiss as she continued to type.

you looked up at the screen showcasing the surveillance, running your eyes through the hostages. “they’re using the hostages as human shields,” you observed out loud.

“this is the first time they’ve been interrupted. what went wrong?” jj asked; the rest of the team voiced their thoughts until hotch gave everyone orders on what to do and where to go.

“jj, reid, and prentiss, look over past robberies, that’s going to be our victimology. pull another analyst if you need to. dave, handle negotiations, and morgan and l/n, strategize tactical options with mpd.”

you all nodded, and you squeezed spencer’s hand once more as a goodbye, walking out with derek.

you only had a few minutes to introduce yourself to mpd when a gunshot rang, making you flinch slightly and realize you would have even less time you thought.

“l/n?” a staticky voice you recognized as penelope interrupted your talk with the officer who was going to go in to help the injured bank robber, and you apologized as you pulled the intercom from your pocket.

“yeah, pen?”

“we got names. chris and oliver stratton. they’re brothers. oliver is the injured one”

“chris and oliver stratton," you repeated, "thank you, penny.”

“always, sweetie.”

you relayed the information to the officer with you and derek, who was currently loading up his weapon before reaching to put it in his pants. derek stopped him before he could, “no, no, no, no, i want you to put that in your bag.”

the officer paused, as if asking why, and you responded, “the woman’s probably going to want to search you,” you pushed the medical bag closer, watching as he put the weapon inside, “but chris is going to be too worried about his brother to delay long enough for her to check the bag, too.”

“alright.”

derek and you shared a look, “you’re going in to provide medical assistance, no unnecessary risks, hear me?” derek said, and the officer nodded.

“once you stabilize oliver, check on the hostage they just shot, he might still be alive,” you added. “understood,” officer green replied.

“do not draw your weapon unless you can subdue the unsubs without endangering the hostages,” derek told him, and green nodded again, zipping up the bag. “yes, sir.”

he began to walk over to the bank entrance, and you went over with rossi and hotch with derek; you stared at the screen with the surveillance, spotting the officer you’d just talked to walk in,

“shit,” you muttered, realizing the brother was probably going to die. “this isn’t good, hotch,” you said, and hotch didn’t reply.

“morgan, tell green to make a move before chris does.”

morgan touched his mic, pushing it closer to his lips, “green, you gotta go. green, go.”

you saw as he reached into his bag, pulling out his weapon in silence. chewing at your thumb, you froze when you saw chris reach for his own weapon, shooting green in the chest. you didn’t even have time to think over what just happened when chris shot him again in the head.

you could only blink and stare at green’s body lying lifeless on the floor, jaw clenched and hands shaking in frustration, trying to remain composed.

the next few minutes were a blur, swat was called and hotch and strauss argued about something you didn’t really pay attention to, “you okay, l/n?” derek asked and you nodded, “yeah. yeah, i’m fine, are you?”

derek only nodded, his attention taken away by rossi, who was waving him over.

“they called,” you realized, walking over to rossi.

“...i want an... armored truck and a plane with a cleared flight path to switzerland.”

a female voice cut in, “no, no, no. chad. we want to go to chad.”

“yeah,” chris said, “no agents with guns this time. we’ll fly ourselves.”

there was a click that indicated the conversation was over, and you swallowed hard, “i don’t think he’ll be happy she injected herself in like that.”

“these guys were too good to get caught. so, why did they?” rossi asked, and will, from next to you, answered, “911 received a call alerting them to a robbery in progress.”

penelope cut in from the screen in front of you, “actually, it was a text. dc added 911 messaging after the virginia tech students’ texts went unanswered during the massacre.”

“can you trace it, garcia?” hotch asked.

“yeah. that message was sent from a cell phone that is currently inside the bank that is registered to a… larry phillipis jr.”

will paused, “why does that name sound familiar?”

rossi was silent for a second, thinking, “that’s the name of one of the gunmen from the ‘97 north hollywood bank shootout in california.”

“so, is this an homage?” derek questioned, but no one was able to answer.

“guys, that message was sent thirty seconds before they blacked out the security feeds for entry.”

another voice offscreen that you recognized as strauss asked how that was possible, and derek answered, “it didn’t come from a hostage, it came from one of the robbers.”

you swallowed, “she wanted us here.”

jj and emily were back, and walking over to you and derek. “there’s no clear line of sight to the vault,” will noted, observing the map.

“no, but if we come in, that’s where they’ll go. we need to be ready for it,” derek stated, gazing up at the building.

“garcia caught us up. why instigate a hostage situation?” emily asked from next to you, and you shrugged, “what’s a narcissist without attention?” you answered, “she thrives on it.”

jj was looking around, “she must have something bigger in mind.”

you agreed silently, “well, we need to separate chris and the female to find out what that is.”

“it’s not going to be hard, they’re already on edge,” emily supposed.

rossi walked from the rv to the phone, taking your attention with him. you stared at him before noticing emily stepping over to him and leaving you to stay behind with derek, jj, and will. you all talked between each other, talking strategy and theories.

the next thing you knew, chris was asking for will, and jj was staring at will like he was crazy to even consider it. you were sat next to will, only listening to their conversation.

will was shaking his head, looking between jj and hotch before he turned to you. “i know you’d do it if you were me,” he told you, and you saw jj roll her eyes. “will, i get what you’re feeling, but you’re too close to this case to make this call.”

“you’re damn right i’m close,” will mumbled, “four people are dead because i shot his brother. and no one else needs to die because of what i did.”

you shook your head, “this isn’t about you.”

“risking your life won’t bring them back,” jj pointed out.

from in front of you, hotch sighed, “i’m sorry, will.”

you all stayed in silence for a while until emily walked in, a look on her face that made you sure the news she had wasn’t good. “he’s threatening to shoot more hostages until he has will.”

you sighed and will shook his head, standing up, “screw this, i’m going in.”

there was a panicked look across jj's features, mouth open to argue, but she didn't get to say anything. “no you’re not, we are,” hotch interjected.

in under three minutes, everyone was ready to go, vested up and anxiously waiting for the signal. you stood next to jj, biting your lip and staring at the map in your fingers, trying to strategize. you had barely looked up when you recognized will, walking towards the doors of the bank, seemingly unarmed with his hands raised. your eyes widened, lips mouthing an unheard no and you immediately turned to jj, who had barely seen him.

her mouth opened in a scream of protest, feet beginning to take off to try to stop him in any way she could, but derek had wrapped his arms around her chest, holding her back and off the ground, even as she fought against his arms. emily touched her arm in a useless attempt to calm her. you were frozen, only able to stand and stare and wait for the best that was probably not going to happen.

it was only three seconds that jj’s feet were on the ground, body trembling and eyes already rimmed red.

ten seconds passed by and three gunshots rang, loud and piercing and you pulled a hand to your lips, eyes following jj’s as she tried to run again, but you and derek pulled her back, letting her go when she planted her feet on the ground unsteadily, hand on her mouth.

you were all surrounding jj, apprehensive and waiting for her to blow up or scream.

“did you see where he was shot?” she asked finally, waiting for anyone to reply.

no one did, and after a moment of loud silence, she sniffed, her red brimmed eyes staring at penelope, “is he alive or dead, garcia?”

penelope stuttered, “i- i don’t know.”

“he was wearing a vest,” emily reassured, “he might be okay.”

jj scoffed, staring at her girlfriend, “might be,” she repeated bitterly.

one of the two missing from the group walked inside in a hurry, bad news no one needed from rossi’s mouth, “they’re not answering.”

jj stood up, shaking her head, “alright, we need to get inside.”

derek grabbed her arm gently, “it’s too risky, jj, we don’t have eyes inside anymore.”

jj’s eyes were wet as she looked up at hotch, pleading. “aaron...” she begged, and after a second, hotch nodded. “let’s go in.”

you all stood, walking outside.

not two minutes later, they called, just before you were about to go in.

“want to save the life of mister william lamontagne jr.? one medic that won’t pull the same shit the last one did, or else i’m killing them both.”

“we’re going in anyways,” derek pointed out, and emily nodded, “yeah, but the way we’re going in, it’s more likely the hostages and will won’t make it. if we send someone in, there’s a higher chance we can get them out.”

hotch was thinking, his forehead creasing as he stared at the paramedics. “we need an agent in there.”

“send me,” you said promptly, all eyes going on you. “i have medical training. i was an intern at the hospital before i decided i wanted to be a profiler. i can help him and i can take them down, hotch.”

“absolutely not- that would just be sending another agent in there for them to kill,” derek argued, but you ignored him, staring at hotch, “hotch.”

“l/n…”

“we don’t know how he’s doing, but chris just said we could send a medic in, i’m going to guess that isn’t a great sign. i can do it, i’m an agent, i’m capable, they haven’t seen me or heard my voice, i can fight well without a weapon, you know that.”

jj was staring at you, her fingers tangled with emily’s.

hotch was silent for a second, contemplating what you’d just said, “get your vest on,” he said finally, and you nodded, squeezing jj’s hand before putting said object on.

before going in, you grabbed morgan’s arm, pulling him aside. “i don’t know where spence is, and i’m really not sure what’s going on in there so, if anything happens-”

“y/n-”

“please.” you begged, and derek only nodded.

“if anything happens, my will is in my second drawer, tell him i love him and please don’t let him think it over too much.”

a voice that belonged to hotch interrupted you, “l/n!”

“i’m gonna be okay, tell him that. tell everyone that, okay?” you asked, and derek nodded,

you took a deep breath before walking over to hotch and grabbing your medical bag, double checking you had everything.

hotch had stood in the tent, behind you, only watching you from afar while you pulled on your vest straps, tightening it around your chest. you put on another shirt over it, leaving it invisible to anyone who wasn't looking close enough. you had smiled at hotch before beginning to leave, one of his hands wrapping around your arm and pulling you still.

“hey,” he said softly, “be careful.” you nodded, “yeah. of course.”

his hand loosened, and you sighed, walking away and towards the dreaded bank, arms up and medical bag hanging off your fingers.

the moment your fingers touched the door handle, you could just feel something was wrong, but you couldn’t risk anything- especially will and the hostage’s lives just because of a feeling.

so you pulled the door open, and stepped into the bank, eyes searching for will, who confirmed your bad feeling because he was sitting up, someone putting pressure on his wounds.

“what-”

“get inside! right now unless you want both him and you to die!”

you should’ve known it was a trap, you should’ve just listened to hotch and derek and stayed put, but you didn’t and now it was probable you were going to die.

will was fine, for the most part, he had a bullet wound to his shoulder, but he was up, talking to one of the hostages. you set your medical bag down, observing chris.

the woman had gone somewhere else, and you took the time she wasn’t there to try to communicate with her partner.

“chris,” you started, walking over to him. his gun was quickly raised at you, and you slowed to a stop, raising your hands. “i’m unarmed, as you requested, i’m just a medic.”

his hold on the gun wavered but it didn’t lower, “what?” he demanded, and you swallowed.

“you can’t trust her- the woman. she’s taking orders from someone else.”

chris shook his head, “she’s taking orders from me.”

you shrugged, “chris, take a look around you. when this place is stormed- and it will be stormed, they are going to take all the bad guys, but right, now, i only see one.”

chris looked away from you, and you heard will walk up behind you, “she’s setting you up to take the fall for this, boy.”

chris peered at him, “that’s not true.” he stated, “and how would you know?” he snapped, eyes staring back at yours, “aren’t you just a medic?”

you nodded, “they told me. the feds- they told me they found evidence of that. you can’t trust her.”

the answer seemed to please chris, and he shook his head again, “that’s not true,” he repeated, and you shrugged, trying to act natural, “then where is she?” you asked. chris pointed to his right, “she’s back there.”

you heard will hum from beside you, “huh.”

chris got up all of the sudden, pointing the gun at you and will. “alright, you both, come here. i’ll show you.”

you and will exchanged a look, and he gazed behind you at something you couldn’t see.

“go on,” chris urged, and you began to walk with will, almost falling when chris pushed your shoulder harshly.

you and will were ushered into one of the rooms of the bank, where a few black duffel bags were discarded on the floor. you dismissed them, too busy with the sensation of a barrel of a gun pressed against your back. the woman stepped out of a door, eyebrow raised as she studied at you.

“what the hell are you doing down here?” chris asked, pushing you and will aside to point his gun at the woman.

“calm down,” the woman responded calmly, “you’ll find out soon enough.”

chris didn't like her answer, shaking the gun, “tell me.” he demanded, and a sour look passed by the woman’s face.

what happened next was a blur. the woman muttered something to chris and he picked up the duffel bags, ushering you and will outside. you dropped the bracelet emiliano had made for you outside of the door- in the hope that someone of your team would find it- before you were pushed into the backseat of a car.

on the road, you looked around, trying to figure out where you were and making sure will was okay, while the woman- who you heard chris call izzy- played the recording of the bank on a loop in front of you. you pried your eyes away from the screen, instead trying to form a plan in your head.

“what the hell is that? you recorded it?” chris asked, but izzy didn’t look up, too preoccupied with the images on her tablet.

“i’m talking to you, izzy!” chris said, “you planned this whole thing,” he thought out loud, looking back at the road, “you didn’t tell us any of it, you set us up.”

izzy wasn’t paying any attention to him, but chris continued to talk, “you killed my brother.”

at this, izzy responded, but she still didn’t look at him, the gun in her other hand still pointed at you, “no, that would be him.” she stated, bored.

chris eyed at you and will from the rearview mirror. “how do i know they aren’t your partners?”

izzy watched you, “why would i work with them?” she questioned, and chris was getting increasingly frustrated, “why would you do any of this?”

izzy took her eyes off yours to turn to chris, who glanced at her. “fbi said you got somebody else.”

izzy smiled, “you sound jealous.”

chris raised a gun to her, “who is it?”

izzy rolled her eyes in response, “put that away. this isn’t about revenge, it’s about survival.”

a confused look passed over chris’ face, and izzy continued, “if you haven’t figured it out yet, i’m your only way out of this mess.”

chris moved the gun from her to will, “alright, let me kill them so we can get on with it.”

izzy shook her head, eyes drifting back to the tablet, “we need them.”

“why?”

izzy’s was now distracted by the video, replying distractedly. “leverage. we need to fix him up.”

“and how do you propose you do that?”

izzy shrugged, pointing at you, “she can do it.”

you shook your head, “i can’t, i don’t have my medical bag. and even if i did, i don’t have what i need to do anything.”

izzy was attentive at this, and she gave instructions to chris, driving to an unknown destination.

shit, you thought, staring at the outside of your window when the car pulled up to a fire department. you flinched when chris opened the door to your side and pulled you out, a gun held against your back. izzy did the same to will, standing behind the ambulance door and demanding the medic to fix will.

you were shoved to the wall, a gun against the side of your chest and a promise you would die if you moved whispered in your ear while will was getting fixed up. you only heard a gunshot when you were back in the car with will and chris, and you shared a look with will, fingers curling around the cushion of the car in frustration.

izzy was taking a call, the voice from the other line muffled, and you couldn’t make out who it was or what they were saying.

she gave a location when she hung up, but chris locked his jaw and rounded the corner harshly, parking the car.

“i’m not going anywhere until you tell me the plan,” chris declared, and within a second, izzy had moved the gun from you to chris, shooting him twice.

you flinched at the loud noise, looking from chris to izzy. “what are you doing?” will asked, and izzy shrugged, “he talks too much.”

“go ahead officer, get him out,” she ordered. “and do what, just leave him there?” will asked.

“yes please.”

she turned to you before will got out. “if you move an inch, i will kill him.”

you only nodded, staring at her as she motioned will to leave the car.

when chris was out, writhing on the floor, she glared at you. “you’re driving. get out.”

i can leave, but i can’t leave will here and she’ll shoot me for sure if i run. will can’t fight her right now. without a safe option, you agreed, eyeing will as he entered the backseat again, and you climbed where chris resided, only able to stare as izzy hastily cleaned the blood off the seat.

when you were inside, hands on the wheel, she pointed a gun at will, “go ahead. drive.”

so you did.

you stopped where she told you, watching in the rearview mirror as the hostage will had been talking to climbed in, patting will on the back. “hey will. you see that?”

“i want to do it again,” izzy smiled, watching the man- matthew as izzy referred to him. “we will,” he assured.

izzy turned back to you, “drive. you know the way.”

you glared at her, unmoving. she frowned, shoving the gun into your ribs, “drive,” she hissed. when you still didn’t react, she squeezed will’s gunshot wound, pushing the barrel on the side of his head. “or he dies.”

“drive,” matthew stated simply, and at the sight of izzy’s finger dancing around the trigger, you did.

you could only tighten the grip you had on the steering wheel when you parked in front of your mother’s house, already spotting her playing with emiliano on the lawn.

izzy was staring at you, admiring the frustration on your features, “come on, medic,” she urged, pointing the weapon at you again before putting it in her bag.

you opened the door of the car and walked out, forcing a smile on your face when izzy leaned up to your ear, “you better play nice, or i’ll kill them all.”

you picked up your son when he saw you and squealed, his little arms wrapping around you. you kissed his forehead, “hey bug, i gotta talk to grandma, how about you go back to playing?”

“okay, momma,” emiliano nodded, and you put him down, watching as he ran over to one of the play houses you brought for him.

“hey honey, what are you doing here? i thought you and spencer were supposed to come later?” your mom questioned, her eyes scanning over izzy.

“have you been watching the news?” you queried, and she shook her head, “i heard what happened on the radio, is spencer still working?”

you nodded, “yeah, i wanted you to go with molly because of everything that was going on.”

“are you sure? i can stay,” your mom assured, and you shook your head. “no, no, it’s dangerous right now, and i trust molly.”

your mom looked back at izzy, asking a question with her eyes. “this is izzy, one of the detectives, she’s going to watch over emi.”

“okay, are you sure?” she asked again, and you nodded, relieved you had set up a safe word with her and that she had remembered. she only glanced back at you and emi before she got into her car, “call me for anything.”

you didn’t respond, calling your son, “c’mon, emi, let’s go inside.”

emiliano skipped ahead, running into the house, past you and izzy, who had been surprisingly quiet.

you turned back to her quickly, “if you touch him, i will kill you,” you promised, and izzy didn’t flinch. “if you touch me, he kills will, then a certain spencer reid, then you. you wanna leave your kid an orphan? be my guest.”

you clenched your jaw, glaring at izzy until emiliano ran up to you, tugging on your arm.

“momma, can we watch a movie?”

you took a deep breath and crouched down to him, offering your son a smile as you shook your head, “i can’t, not right now, bug, i have to work, so you’re going to stay with izzy and play with her for now, okay?”

emiliano nodded, and you kissed his head, assuring yourself you would not lose him, and he wouldn’t lose you. “i love you, bug, daddy and i will see you soon.”

emiliano smiled at you and planted a kiss on your cheek, giving you one more squeeze before you straightened up, staring at izzy for a second.

you walked out, hands trembling as you climbed back into the car, wanting more than anything to run back inside and take your son to his father, where you knew he'd be safe. but it wasn't an option right now. because right now, you had to leave your baby with a serial killer and you had to go sit in the car with another one.

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