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imustbenuts · 3 months

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Seadall, localization, food, EABS culture, and discussion of Eating Disorder. Trigger Warning.

tl;dr: Seadall is pandering to an East Asian Beauty Standard, technically does not have eating disorder, but is bordering on Disordered Eating, and both the writers and localizers know it.

Our first official male dancer of FE has a bit of a obsession over controlling his diet to a concerning degree. But is it actually an Eating Disorder? No, I don't think so. From my pov, this has everything to do with his job, a Dancer and the dreaded East Asian Beauty Standard (EABS).

EABS idealizes the fair skinned (asian colorism rAAAAGH), the lean and thin. Any level of fats or flaps are no good and is considered undesirable, or worse, a sign of one's gluttonous and even slothful character. IRL, that sentiment has become less pervasive, less judgemental and less awful than 10 years ago, but it's still around. Hell, it's in our Fire Emblems! Average out the body shapes of all dancers or even characters in FE and you'll see what I mean.

(are you in hell yet.)

This EABS is especially prevalent in 1 genre of media that comes pouring out of Japan and Korea... The Pop Idol scene. In Japan, the idol industry can be traced back to the 1960s, and though it has propped up the EABS, this standard's roots goes FURTHER back to even pre-colonialism era, to China and the Tang Dynasty where willowy female bodies were ideal. (That's 618-907AD.)

And when I say EABS, I will include the surrounding countries outside of Japan too. Similarities in culture and all that. Hence East Asian. (Don't be mistaken though. South East and South Asia also has to deal with this shit.)

But hey. I'm still talking about female EABS, right? Where does Seadall fall into this?

Uhhhh. Jumpscare. Surprise K-pop.

(ps i dont know k-pop as well so idk who these ppl are im sorry waaaaug)

Dancers and the Idol Industry

It's easier to see on the female side, but uh, that specific body shape is often achieved through extreme dieting. The body fat % is so low that the dancer's lower ribcage can be seen. Before shooting the dance or a performance, these idol's agencies will notify them to slim down to a certain goal, like say drop 2kg (4.4 lbs) or 4kg (8.8 lbs) in x time, and this is typical. Guys here are no exception.

Weight is manufactured. Looks to some extent (plastic... surgery....). The clothes too, are intentionally picked. Exposing the belly is common since it's the quickest indicator of skinniness.

But hey, I actually lied about the dieting part. It's not really dieting as it's actually straight up starvation, tbh. To lose that weight, the dancers/idols will often eat as little as some protein shake, a few fruits and maybe potato for fiber. Yes, it's as hellish as it sounds, and no, these people are unable to fully function with a calorie intake like this. Source for this claim will be in a video at the bottom of the post by youtuber chaebin n out, titled "How K-POP Destroys Your Body". So.

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Ok, but that's K-pop. What about J-pop?

Japan, where FE rolls out from, have J-pop, which is slightly different. J-pop idols also suffer from EABS but afaik it's not as extreme. Many contemporary J-pop idol groups like Atarashii Gakko!(left) and Babymetal(right) also Do Not make thinness a major selling point with their costuming. This is usually done through hiding the midriff, where belly fat most easily forms. (EABS is still in effect though, don't be mistaken! There could be just as extreme cases out there I'm not aware of ;_;)

So it seems like people kind of agree that obsessing about weight and developing body image issue is messed up.

Hopefully now I've established what is going on irl for Seadall's influences, and what is considered normal or extreme. Relatively anyway. (I hate EABS so much hhggr)

Let's detour to...

Food! Staples! What's normal?

An average meal in Japan consists of a variety of veggies, tofu and a serving of protein, which results in lower fat intake. Also, RICE is a major staple in these meals, so assuming the writers are approaching it with the best intentions, and how Engage's normal might appear to native Japanese audiences, JP Seadall's worry only seems to be on oily food intake and is not overly concerning to me.

In fact, here is an example of a staple set meal (teishoku) I ate over there last December. Yum yum:

Overall a very lean meal. So it's likely Seadall eats something similar-ish and not just greens.

Another important point is that in (East) Asia/Japan, oily food is seen as unhealthy and contributes greatly to cholesterol. This aversion to oily food is driven somewhat by EABS and... Health. I also promise most people are actually chill about this. ...Most people! Meat is yummy! Gyukaku and Ikinari Steak is popular and popping! That's why Seadall likes it after all.

So this is where Seadall's writing starts to contrast. For the most part in the EN version, he only worries about meat. In JP, it's technically oily food, which meat falls under, and he's worried about putting on weight.

Why the extreme worry tho...?

The logic for why all these matters so much to him is this: if a dancer is surrounded by other dancers who are reinforcing this EABS (mirroring the standards of the real world), then their only choice to stay relevant and keep their job is to commit to the same dietary choice and uphold the same EABS, or even have a EABS outperforming the standard.

Because a Dancer's job, or rather, Seadall's job is to pander to people's ideals of beauty. Hence his supports where hair and skin and food becomes a topic.

If he fails the standard, according to the J-pop and K-pop industry, he kind of fails at his job. Is it fair? Fuck no, but no matter what opinion we may think of the standard as outsiders, it remains that there is a LOT of social conditioning and manufacturing going on leading to... all of that. I scream too. I scream a lot, internally.

So what does Seadall look like to someone in this East Asian sphere...?

To the writers credit, they do push for Seadall to indulge more food that makes him happy for at least his mental well-being through the other characters.

This also happens to fall in line with Engage's low key theme of cherishing the moment.

With all I've explained, Seadall might come across as warning to those who over-worry about oily food consumption and trying to pander to an EABS to... chill the fuck out. That it's ok to just go eat some delicious yakiniku if you want to! Go off! If a female character who is concerned with this comes across as too vain, then let's have a guy do it and hope the point lands for the (potentially female) players.

And with all these missing context, it's very easy for one who isn't clued into this sphere assume that Seadall has some eating disorder or that the writers are advocating it. I don't think that's happening here at all. The localizers likely are aware of this missing context and have toned it down several levels for EN release. Wise move, tbh.

(progressiveness can be relative btw. something to keep in mind @_@)

So, is Seadall coming close to some kind of Disordered Eating? Possible. From what I see I think the writers are trying to push Seadall away from it, and trying to stop it from becoming a full blown Eating Disorder. Personally, again, I don't think he has an Eating Disorder.

However! Your Mileage May Vary. I only hope for my opinion and understanding to help inform others, not override it. What's normal for me isn't for everyone, and vice versa, but it's important to remember where Fire Emblem originates from.

And here's the last thing I promised: the video essay if you really want to dive into it:

youtube

And that's about it.

Hope this was interesting! Thanks for reading. 😄

EDIT: the Chinese net sphere is the exception to all of this, EABS is especially bad there

#seadall fire emblem #fire emblem engage #seadall #localization discourse #eating disorder #culture #seadall fire emblem engage #trigger warning

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kyuusberry · 2 months

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ranting abt kpop | kpop - drabble??

warnings: past controversial things, ranting abt annoying stans, cursing

notes: don’t be rude. defending idols is good, but if you’re defending their rude, offensive behavior, it’s not cool. seriously.

a/n: i don’t mean harm to anyone, this is just my personal opinion on it. i am still a minor, so please be appropriate. or you will be blocked.

cis men, homophobes, racists, 20+, smut accounts dni

i’m actually so sick of kpop rn.. like whether it’s the idols themselves, the staff, or the companies, the amount of controversies they’ve had are fucking crazy. chaeyoung wearing that n@zi shirt to a jewish restaurant & multiple times in public, idols saying the n word (giselle, hyolyn, julie, ect), getting hated on for being average/healthy weight, being underweight, getting hate because of the way you look (skin tone, race, eyes, ect), getting kicked out for false accusations, the way you talk, how your songs are (ex. soyeon making her group’s songs w/ both english & korean, but getting judged for it because it sounds “stupid” or doesn’t make sense), double standards, cultural appropriation!!! mocking desis, dancing in churches (fake or not), s3xualiz!ng minors?! holy shit. the list goes on and on. also. do not interact if you support any of these idols actions, its so so stupid and embarrassing when people baby their idols and protect them even when they’re grown adults (even if they’re not, still) and know wtf they’re doing. but then again, i’m just a 12 year old girl who doesn’t know what’s she’s doing apparently. AND. sending death threats does absolutely nothing. they’re just gonna go on with their life like usual. plus, it’s super immature. especially if you make up stuff or bring up plastic surgery or wtvr to make people unstan.. like?? you can unstan quietly! trying to educate them, is a better choice, but there’s still a chance they won’t listen. they can still do these things off camera too. they can just write an apology, get it over with, and do it again. it’s super duper hard to even stan groups after finding out what they did. if they’re a new group, it will probably happen eventually. or you could just stan the group and not support that specific member (or members). it’s also crazy that people are getting mad at idols for drinking and going to clubs, ESPECIALLY if they’re grown adults!! (jungkook, jennie, ect). smoking and/or vaping i get, because it’s bad blah blah blah (so is alcohol lmao), lung disease, that stuff (they still sound amazing though?? omgosh!!) but the fact that people are babying them?? erm.. gross! like for example, jungkook is an adult, he can make his own decisions now, thank you very much, but i see some people saying, “oh no!! my babyyy :( he’s vaping!! stop influencing him!!” gross. stop it, please. AND THE STALKERS????? WTF. LIKE ACTUALLY. your idols are not going to marry you!! i mean, if you’re lucky, they’ll find you attractive or wtvr, but still!! leave them be!!! let them live!!!! bro and bringing idols down for plastic surgery as if majority of idols/their favs have had it ;-; like please.. don’t even. and the hate train for wonyoung eating a strawberry with two hands is crazy 😭 i get that it was kinda weird, but please let her be.. it’s just a strawberry. anyways!! idc if you read this or not, but this was just my opinion on the kpop community atm! feel free to leave your opinions!! ^^

#yuyu’s randoms #yuyu’s rants #sick and tired of this shit rn 😭#kpop #rants #rant post #ranting #complaining #kpop gg #kpop bg #controversies #kyuusberry

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ms0milk · 2 years

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xoxo from the department of the bleeding obvious

| maki x fem!reader

a/n: this is absolutely a variation of the lesbian power pose: (one girl laying down and the other straddling her lap to do her makeup) but make it lowgrade emergency surgery <3

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“Maki, Maki– MAKI, wait!”

“It’s the 20th century Y/n, can’t a girl freebleed in peace?”

“From your head?! Maki, off the duvet!”

You wore that silly fluffy headband that kept your hair away from your face when you washed it, which starkly contrasted the fear in your eyes at the sight of Maki’s blood-matted hair. Dark black and everywhere. She grinned in the doorway and shrugged her shoulders forward playfully, “Any slower on the invite and I’m gonna bleed out in the hallway.”

She loved this. She loved that you worried when she got hurt and she especially loved moments like these when you dropped everything from your arms and stepped over the pile to get to her. The number of times she tried to catch you with your hands full, she couldn’t count.

You rushed to lay out a towel and then you folded to reach the first-aid kit under your bed. Jesus it was clean in here, and you’d lit a candle? You were such a fucking princess. She was gonna say something else stupid before you kicked her softly– a beslippered foot to the chest– backwards onto your bed.

“Maki,” the sleepsoft sound of your voice slurred her name. You flopped onto the mattress beside her, yawned, and started to run your hands over her bloodied hairline, “Do you ever think, ‘Y/n is sleeping. I should just take my life threatening wounds to the hospital’?’”

She bit her cheeks to stop from smiling, “Obviously not.”

She noted how deftly your fingers sorted through the plastic kit in your lap and threaded the little needle without having to look away from her. You’d sat her on a strategic towel and she fingered its scratchy hem while she watched you. You were busy wetting a cloth with iodine. Still groggy and flushed from sleep. Maki ran her hand sneakily over the dip in the mattress behind her, where you were curled up not too long before. Warm. Your bed was done up as if you’d just made it even though she knew she’d woken you up. She melted a little at the thought of you sleeping so soundly you hardly even moved the blankets. Like a little doll on all these pillows. God it smelled good in here.

“Oi! Out of bounds,” you swatted her hand off your sheets and back onto the safety of the towel. Then, you were on top of her. You surprised her, pinched the needle in your lips and yanked her closest leg with both hands. She fell onto her back, winced at the pouf of her head on your pillow, and then grunted at the weight of you. After fixing the lamp on your bedside table to point towards the bloody side of her face, you straddled her lap.

“I don’t have time to do laundry tonight.” You sat back squarely on her hips and plucked the needle from your teeth. The iodine cloth landed with a sting at her temple and she fought not to snatch up your working wrists or grab at your thighs to steady herself,

“So keep the bloodstains to a minimum.”

It would be easy enough to clean up these little cuts, but cleaning a head wound this bloody was gonna be a bigger issue. You tried to keep mental notes of her concussion markers. In your focus Maki noticed, behind the sleep deprivation, was a thin layer of irritation.

Can I come over?

She never texted you in the middle of the night. She never asked before she came over injured. ‘Maybe she needs to talk?’ You’d thought, launching your blanket fully into the air when her notification lit up your dorm room. Your mind jumbled with all the things she might be upset about or maybe things she needed to get off her chest while you frantically tidied up.

Before she even knocked you should have known it was for facial reconstruction and not–well, not–

“Hey, careful there.” Maki’s hands hovered beside her head in playful surrender as she eyed the needle drifting around in your hand.

Can I come over? Jesus. To think you made your bed at 2am for this.

“Stay still,” you murmured and readjusted your sleepy fingers. The adrenaline that hurtled you out of bed all those millions of minutes ago barely gave you enough energy now to hide your frustration.

Were you actually upset with her? Maki tried to sort it out underneath you. Sweat beaded on the parts of her skin that your skin was touching– sticking to.

“What was it this time?” You squeezed her waist between your thighs, rocked forward on your knees, cupped her chin in lazy fingers. Your hands in her hair felt nice.

She closed her eyes, “What was what?”

“The curse.”

If Maki was a little more well rested (and a little less in love with you) she would have connected the handful of dots between your lack of playfulness and just how long it was taking to patch up her wound. She was distracted– you were distracting. Your hands were magic. She couldn’t even feel whatever gash was making her bleed like a faucet. You poked your suture needle into the pillow beside her head and took both hands to her hair; if the injury was this far up her scalp stitches wouldn’t even be helpful.

“Well?”

“One of Geto’s lackeys,” she huffed. Your head rocked straight down in time to catch her irritating smirk. Maki looked regal underneath you, biceps shifting in her cutoff uniform top– sharp eyes closed softly– self-importantly. She looked all the less regal when you clutched her shoulders,

“Are you kidding?!”

Her eyes startled open and she settled her hands on your hips to keep you from toppling off the bed.

“That’s serious! You could have been killed!”

“Y/n–”

“Maki!”

“–of little faith–”

“This isn't funny!”

She rolled her eyes and squeezed your waist because she knew you were ticklish there. She squeezed you tighter when you tried to squirm away because she knew she could.

How could she? How could she know so many things about you and still not think her safety was the key to your peace of mind? How could she fight them? And then come straight to you to brag about it. If it wasn’t for the bloody pile of washcloths collecting on the floor beside your bed you would've had half a mind to kick her out of your room that second to tend to her own goddamn injuries.

You were quiet now, tense against her wandering hands.

Just patch it up and go back to sleep.

“Y/n, c’mon, it wasn’t even..."

You weren’t listening. With the amount of blood dripping down between her eyes and crusted to the chest of her uniform it was alarming how much energy she had. You reached forward and tilted the lamp even closer to her head to investigate the inky dark of her hair. Tilted her cheek into the pillow and ran a finger down her neck, softly from the shell of her ear. Tilted her chin up to check the bob of her adam’s apple. She gulped, feeling vulnerable for only a second.

“Y/n?"

“Not now.”

Maki didn’t know how to talk to you when you were quietly seething, but active-aggression she could work with.

“C’mon, don’t be angry,” she smiled, pouring gasoline on the fire.

“Maki seriously, just–”

“I could killed a hundred half-assed sorcerers before noon.”

On your knees, your chest loomed above her face while you worked to clean her injury and she huffed in satisfaction when it rose and fell with your frustration.

“That’s not– just shut up, let me–”

“Arguing with your tits is nice and all but–”

“Maki enough!” You growled and grabbed at the collar of her uniform, back down at eye level. She grabbed you back in surprise– by the wrists. “What the fuck is wrong with you tonight? Just shut up so I can finish and we can both go back to bed!”

Every second your classmates didn't break down your door out of anger was a miracle-- considering how loud you two were being and just how late it was.

“You’re–”

“I’m tired Maki, it’s– it’s 2am!” You shook her a little, lightly, and she smiled, finally quiet, and shook your wrists a little back.

“You think this is funny!”

“Y/n I don’t–”

“Where the fuck were you even hit?!” You threw your hands away from her and tousled her hair. She winced. “I can’t even find where the blood is–!” you froze, “– is–” and looked back down at her slowly, “… is coming from.”

Maki readied her hands at your hips in pereperation to hoist you off of her (she’d kept you up late enough and you really must be tired for how long this was taking), but you leaned back over her on all fours. Your hair draped around your too-close faces.

“Maki, are you kidding me?”

“..What about?”

The light that filtered through your hair was tinted pink from your lampshade. Your cheeks were pink (from anger?), and you felt so warm. It was hard to play cool when your room smelled like too much of you too quickly without the sarcasm to distract her. She was glad she didn’t have her glasses on.

“Where were you hit?”

“My poor little head.”

“No you weren’t.”

Maki rolled her eyes playfully and ran a hand through bloody hair, “You must be tired doc,” she practically oozed. You pressed your hands into your eyes in exhaustion as Maki slowly realized underneath you. For the first time all night her gaze wasn't lording its power over you. She squinted her eyes shut a bit as the 2am braincells in her head rubbed together, and then they grew wide.

“It’s..not my blood.”

“It’s not your blood!” you whined and collapsed onto her chest and only then did you finally do a miserable job holding back your sleeplaced laughter, “for fuck’s sake.” You brushed the suture needle away from your heads and into your bedding where it could stab you later. Anything to fall asleep right now.

Maki stared at your pink-tinted ceiling. The heat from your bedside lamp was nothing compared to her cheeks and she trembled now at the realization of just how close you were and just how much she’d fucked up. Why was her instinct to come find you? A prodigal Grade 1 sorcerer and it still took her an entire hour to realize she won the fight without more than a few scratches. If she wasn’t short-circuiting so horribly she’d want to wake you up and brag about it.

Wake you up.

Her first movement in an entire minute was to tilt her head down ever so gently when she realized your breathing had shallowed. You’d fallen asleep where you flailed not ninety seconds before, fist still bunched up in her uniform like you were going to hit her before your eyes closed. Your cheek squished into her boob and pouted your lips like the sweetest, silliest fish. Your breath was so warm across her chest. It smelled so nice in here.

Can I come over?

Maki raised one hand to cover her eyes in shame and rested her other on the back of your head, squeezing both.

Can I come over?

u okay mak?? Let yourself in

The number of times she tried to catch you with your hands full…

You fell asleep with the lights on and Maki didn’t sleep at all. Moved nary an inch with her hand flexed in your hair. Eyes straight out the window in thought.

#i hc maki as a pesky lil shit #a total brat #a buff brat lmao #but only with you #unaware of how in love with you she is #id set the world alight for her #maki x reader #jjk

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btsqualityy · 1 year

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Truth or Drink: A Run!BTS Special Part 6

Taehyung x Reader

Genre/Rate: 18+, fluff, crack

Summary: You and your husband play truth or drink for Run BTS.

Warnings: Some sexual questions.

WC: 1.6K

“Nice to have you both here to play this game for Run BTS,” the producer started. “How are you feeling?”

“I’d say that I’m ready,” you replied.

“I’m a little nervous but not too much,” Taehyung added.

“Ok, I just have a few introductory questions before we start,” the producer continued. “How long have the two of you been together?”

“We just had our 9 year anniversary,” you grinned.

“And how did you meet?”

“We were set up on a blind date by a mutual friend,” Taehyung said.

“Ok. Now, for the basics of the game,” the producer began. “The two of you will ask each other questions and the other can either answer it truthfully or take a drink and not have to answer the question. We have a lovely selection of spirits right next to you on the table, as well as some regular juice and water as well. Sound good?”

“Yep,” you and Taehyung responded at the same time.

“Y/N, why don’t you start with the first question?”

“Alright,” you nodded, reaching out and grabbing a card. “Would you ever want me to have cosmetic surgery or plastic surgery, and on what part of my body and why?”

“I would want you to get a breast reduction because you’ve been complaining about the stress that they put on your back,” Taehyung answered.

“You suffer from back pain Y/N?” The producer asked.

“Yeah, they grew during my pregnancies with Spence and Eli and the twins,” you explained. “With the weight gain, they never really went back to their original size and the added weight has been putting strain on my back as a result.”

“And it’s really painful for her some days so I would want to reduce that for you,” Taehyung said.

“I might look into it, we’ll see,” you shrugged. “Your turn.”

“What is the most sexually adventurous thing you’d let me do to you?” He questioned.

“I’m taking the shot,” you replied as you reached for the soju.

“Is that your way of saying that you’d let me do anything to you?” Taehyung inferred.

“This is my way of not answering the question because it’s embarrassing,” you giggled before swallowing down the alcohol.

“Honestly, I’ve been able to convince her to try some things that I never thought she would,” Taehyung muttered as he turned to look directly at the camera.

“Which is a result of me trusting you so much so husbands out there, take note,” you joked. “My turn now. What was the wildest kink you have ever done or that you'd like to do with your partner?”

“For us, I’d say the wildest one was when you let me eat your ass,” Taehyung replied, making you groan loudly as you hid your face in your hands. “Didn’t think she would let me but when you agreed, I was all for it.”

“You’re so embarrassing,” you whined.

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Truth or Drink: A Run BTS! Special Part 7

Jungkook x Reader

Genre/Rate: 18+, fluff, crack

Summary: You and your husband play truth or drink for Run BTS.

Warnings: Some sexual questions.

WC: 1.2K

“Are either of you feeling nervous about this game?” The producer asked.

“Nope,” you shook your head.

“Me either,” Jungkook agreed. “I’m excited to find out what Y/N has been keeping from me.”

“I’m not keeping anything from you,” you rolled your eyes playfully.

“Let’s start with a few questions for the both of you first,” the producer said. “How long have the two of you been together?”

“Six years in total,” Jungkook replied.

“And how did you meet?”

“We met in school and ended up just staying in touch,” you added.

“Ok, well let me get into the basics of the game,” the producer began. “The two of you will ask each other questions and the other can either answer it truthfully or take a drink and not have to answer the question. We have a lovely selection of spirits right next to you on the table, as well as some regular juice and water as well. Sound good?”

“Sounds good,” you both replied.

“Jungkook, start us off,” the producer instructed him.

“Alright,” he nodded as he grabbed a card. “We all have an ideal or dream partner. Do I give you everything, or almost everything, that you want or are searching for in a partner?”

“You give me almost everything,” you answered easily.

“Almost everything?” Jungkook scoffed. “I’m attentive, loving, a great father to the girls, and I fuck you like no one else. What else could you ask for?”

“For you to be a little less immature sometimes,” you shot back. “I love how childlike you are but it also isn’t fun having to be the responsible one most of the time.”

“You should have just taken the drink,” he pouted, making you laugh.

“There’s no fun in that,” you giggled as you grabbed a card. “What is the one thing that annoys you the most about me? What is my most annoying trait or habit?”

“I’m taking the shot,” he sighed as he grabbed the bottle of whiskey.

“Aw, come on,” you goaded him. “Don’t wanna get something off your chest?”

“With how you never forget things?” He chuckled. “No, I’m good.” You watched with a smile as he quickly took his shot before he picked up a new card. “Is there anyone that you have the hots for among your workmates or acquaintances in the neighborhood?”

“No, I work alone so I have no coworkers,” you giggled.

“Thank God because I don’t know if I’d have the energy to constantly threaten men’s lives the way Yoongi hyung has to do with his wife,” Jungkook sighed.

“You literally wouldn’t be forced to do that, crazy ass,” you shook your head.

“Crazy about you,” he cooed as he blew a kiss to you and you just rolled your eyes as you grabbed the next question.

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Truth or Drink: A Run!BTS Special Part 2

Yoongi x Reader

Genre/Rate: 18+, fluff, crack

Summary: You and your husband play a game of Truth or Drink for Run BTS

Warnings: Some sexual questions and innuendos (you guys know the Mins lol) and a brief mention of “unaliving” but nothing serious

WC: 1.4K

“Are either of you nervous?” The producer asked after you and Yoongi had sat down at the table across from each other.

“I don’t think we are, no,” Yoongi shook his head.

“The two of us are so honest with each other in general, so I’m curious to see if we’ll find out something new,” you added.

“How long have the two of you been together?” The producer asked.

“13 years,” you replied.

“And how did you meet?”

“Uh, the clean version?” Yoongi laughed. “We met at a club.”

“Ok so here’s the rules of the game,” the producer began. “The two of you will ask each other questions and the other can either answer it truthfully or take a drink and not have to answer the question. We have a lovely selection of spirits right next to you on the table, as well as some regular juice and water as well. Sound good?”

“Great,” you and Yoongi both said.

“Y/N, you can start us off and pick the first question.”

“Ok,” you reached out and picked a card up, reading over it before laughing. “I feel like I already know his answer to this.”

“What is it?” Yoongi asked.

“When we are in an argument or a serious discussion, do you ever just go ahead and apologize, not because you feel you are wrong, but because you just want the argument to end?” You wondered.

“Oh, all the fucking time,” Yoongi confirmed. “Min is literally the worst person to argue with because she doesn’t forget anything and she never lets shit go.”

“You don’t either.”

“But the question wasn’t asking about me,” he chuckled. “My life is much easier if I just let her win.”

“He’s learned,” you smiled. “Your go.”

“Who is your bias in BTS?” Yoongi wondered.

“You are,” you responded.

“Is he really?” The producer questioned.

“Oh, for sure,” you nodded. “And I’m not just saying that because he’s my husband. He knows that I’m the biggest Suga and Agust D fan.”

“She is,” Yoongi agreed with a smile.

“Have you ever thought about cheating on me?” You read the next question.

“When you say that, what would be considered cheating?” He wondered.

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Mins’ Grammy Smut

Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: dirty talk, unprotected sex (they’re married), squirting, creampie, and Reader kind of, blacks out?, for a few seconds lol but nothing bad

“Yoongi?”

“Yeah Min?”

“Why are you still dressed?” You questioned once he had shut and locked the door to your hotel room. The Grammys had ended about two hours prior and after Yoongi’s VLive with the other members, you had all but dragged him back to your room because you had been insanely horny ever since you had seen your husband come out in his white suit before the group hit the red carpet.

“Min, I’m not fucking you tonight,” Yoongi declared and you whipped your head to the side in order to glare at him.

“What the fuck? Why not?”

“Because,” he began, pacing over to you and cupping your face in his hands. “If I fuck you, I am going to get you pregnant.”

“And?” You smiled as you reached down and set your hands on his belt, quickly undoing the buckle. “That’s fine with me.”

“Yeah, you say that now,” Yoongi chuckled. You just rolled your eyes as you got his belt undone, pulling it through the straps and off of his body before throwing it onto the ground.

“I mean it,” you told him. “I want you to fuck me and then come deep inside of me.”

“Min,-” he tried to say but you cut him off with a hard kiss to his lips. He instantly returned the kiss, his hands trailing downwards and settling themselves on your hips.

“Fuck me baby, please?” You whispered against his lips and he nodded without hesitation, grabbing your waist before lifting you up off of the ground. You instantly wrapped your legs around his waist, kissing him messily as he walked you over to the nearest wall and pressed you up against it.

“Do you care about your panties?” Yoongi asked and you shook your head hastily, knowing exactly why he was asking.

“Fuck them.” was all you said before you felt the pull of fabric against your inner thighs and a following sound of the fabric ripping. Yoongi then pushed your dress up with one hand while continuing to hold you up with the other one.

“Pull me out baby,” he instructed you and you reached down, pulling his cock out of his slacks and holding him steady as he lowered you down onto his length.

“Fuck,” you drawled, wrapping your arms around his neck as Yoongi began to fuck into you deeply and steadily.

“This first one is gonna be fast so hold onto me,” Yoongi told you.

“First one?”

“You really thought I was only gonna fuck you once?” Yoongi huffed. “This is gonna be an all night thing baby.”

“Lucky me,” you smiled, a moan escaping you right after when Yoongi managed to brush against your g-spot. The two of you stayed like that, Yoongi fucking you against the wall as you held onto him and moaned filthily in his ear. The sight of the two of you honestly looked like a scene from a porno, the both of you still fully dressed except for where Yoongi was fucking into you.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet baby,” Yoongi grumbled, setting his head against your shoulder. “And so tight. You’re milking my cock baby.”

“G-Gonna c-c-c,-” you tried to warn him but you were cut off by your orgasm slamming into you, literally taking your breath away as your head fell back against the wall.

“Good girl Min, good girl,” Yoongi praised you with a smile. “You wanna give me another one?”

“I-I don’t think I can,” you whimpered, your grip on him tightening as you stretched out his shirt. “You made me come so fucking hard Yoongs.”

“Just hold on for me baby,” he murmured and you nodded, moaning lightly when he kissed you passionately. As your tongues slid against each other’s, you felt another orgasm welling up inside of your gut.

“Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi,” you chanted your husband’s name and hearing you call out his name only further pushed him towards his orgasm as well.

“Come with me Min, come with me,” Yoongi encouraged you and you nodded, allowing your body to fall into the feeling of your orgasm. You’re pretty sure that you blacked out for a few seconds because the next thing you knew, Yoongi’s cum was inside of you and your own essence was dripping down your thighs onto the floor.

“Fuck,” you sighed tiredly, letting your body fall limp and luckily, Yoongi still had a hold on you so it was effortless for him to slide down onto the floor and hold you in his lap.

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My #1 post of 2022

BTS Kink Series: Post Concert Sex

Genre/Rate: 18+, smut, established relationship (the couples from the Wedding Series)

Summary: Literally what the title implies lol

Warnings: smut, degradation, exhibitionism, dirty talk, fingering, hand jobs, anal play, squirting, and creampies

Wc: 2.1K

Author’s Note: Shoutout to @afangirllikeme-blog for putting this idea into my head and making me write my first reaction post in almost two years lol! Hope you guys enjoy it!

Kim Seokjin

“Jinnie, fuck,” you whimpered, holding onto Jin’s forearms as he fucked into you steadily. After their first concert in Seoul in over two years, Jin had experienced the huge adrenaline rush that came along with performing a three hour show in front of their fans. In an effort to work off some of that adrenaline, Jin suggested indulging in something that the two of you hadn’t been able to do since before the pandemic hit: post concert sex.

“You feel so good jagi,” Jin groaned before biting down harshly on his lip.

“Please, please,” you begged.

“What do you want baby?” Jin cooed as looked down at you. “All you have to do is tell me and you know I’ll give it to you.”

“Wanna come,” you whispered.

“Ok baby,” he nodded with a smile, bringing one of his hands up to his mouth and letting some spit slide onto the pads of his fingers. He then reached down and set those fingers against your clit, rubbing firmly on the bundle of nerves. He then used his free hand to press down on your belly gently, which made you feel just how deep he was inside of you. Your body instantly bucked against his, a steady string of moans falling from your lips as Jin fucked you to your orgasm.

“O-oh, oh, just like that,” you encouraged him, wrapping your arms around his middle section and letting your nails press into the skin on his back. “I’m gonna come Jin.”

“Go ahead baby, let me feel you,” he smiled. You threw your head back, your mouth dropping open in a silent scream as your orgasm washed over you. Your walls seemed to become impossibly tighter around Jin’s cock, which had him groaning loudly as he came inside of you.

“The best girl,” Jin praised you, leaning down and pressing kisses all over your face which made you giggle loudly.

Min Yoongi

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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃 | 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮

"𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚."

SOULMATE AU! BONTEN TIMELINE! they say that soulmates were typically connected through the red string of fate- some believe that they are connected through tattoos appearing on their skin, or even a timer on their wrist. in this story, however, is through glowing hair. bonten's executive, haruchiyo sanzu, never thought that he would be soulmates with the youngest sibling of the notorious haitani brothers.

12. messy DISCLAIMER: contains violence and death

"what do you wanna do mochi?" the (h/c) haired female asked her oranged furred companion as the two lounged on the couch.

normally, she would've been with sanzu by now watching some show or helping her fiance sell drugs to respected people of the society- but he and her brothers were called in for work overtime because of some incident that happened.

now she's bored on the couch, nothing to do as she stared at the ceiling in boredom, waiting for time to pass by.

"i should've gone with f/n and go shopping together." she sighed, rolling over like a piece of pink lock covered her vision.

meow~

her beloved cat mewled, nudging it's paw at the female who was busy rolling on the floor.

suddenly, a knock resonated from the door as she was snapped out of her daydreaming- wondering who could it be at this time of day?

y/n sat up as she fixed her hair and outfit- which was just one of sanzu's shirt and shorts underneath it since it was a pretty hot evening.

after deeming herself presentable, she got up and trudged to the hallway and in front of the door as another knock was heard.

y/n knows how dumb it is to just open the door to strangers, that's why sanzu kept a gun near the door for her to use just in case.

she took it from its holder and hid it behind her back, before opening the door to see a woman around the age of twenty-four standing in front of her- lips red as hell and dress as short as what her life spans gonna be if y/n shoots her.

the woman looked at her as she raised a brow, a questioning look sent at her.

"and who might you be?" the woman asked, leaning her weight on one leg as she emphasized her hips, making y/n mentally cringe at the obvious plastic surgery this woman had.

"i'd like to ask you the same." she gave the woman a fake smile.

"i'm himiko ryo, although you don't have the authority to know since you're probably just one of his whores." the woman in front of her sneered, glancing down at the shirt y/n was wearing.

"and no bra? god, what's up with haru and his taste of women these days."

y/n swears that she's at the brink of cocking the pink handgun behind her and shoot this bitch in front of her- but she remembers that she's at sanzu's house, and not wanting to cause a mess, had to hold herself back.

"i'm here because haruchiyo hasn't called me in weeks. at first, i thought that he was just playing hard to get- but now i know the reason."

dark (e/c) eyes glared at himiko's grey ones, murderous intentions swirling in them as she smiled widely at the girl.

"oh dear you must've been sleeping under a rock-" she held up her left hand, showing off the shiny ring on her ring finger.

himiko's eyes widened with rage as she looked at it.

"-but haru an i are getting married." y/n cooed, making the woman in front of her raise her hand up to slap her- but was cut off when y/n stopped the slap.

"now let's not get too hasty, yes? we've got the entire night since haru got called to work, come in and join me for some tea." she opened the door to welcome the woman in, to which himiko refused to, making y/n tilting her head in fake innocence as she looked into her grey eyes.

"but you've been here plenty of times before, no? then it shouldn't be a problem for you to enter now!" y/n grabbed her wrist and dragged her inside.

"stop it-! crazy ass bitch!" she squirmed under the young haitani's grip, but it didn't falter as she dragged her to the living room.

y/n flung the woman to the carpet, cocking the pink handgun as she pointed it at the now scared himiko. mochi was beside them but the feline didn't bother to move as she stared at the scene in wonder.

"i didn't want this to end this way- but you called me a whore." the (h/c) haired female pouted as she waved her handgun around.

himiko stared at her with scared and angry eyes.

"you're crazy!"

(e/c) eyes bore down at her as y/n placed her finger on the trigger.

"but my haru is always crazier when it comes to me." she said, before pulling the trigger and shooting the female three times on the head.

mochi mewled as the door opened with force, sanzu barging in with a shock and concerned look on his face before going in and calling out for his fiance.

"y/n?! are you here-?!" when he got to the living room, he can see y/n standing there with her gun pointing downwards.

the strawberry-haired male sighed in relief as he approached the female, wrapping his arms around her as he buried his face onto her hair, inhaling her scent.

"you worried me, baby. i heard shots and i thought of the worst." he muttered, causing the woman to giggle as he unintentionally tickled her.

"i'm alright haru... but i don't think the floor is."

the man hummed as he lazily looked up, bored blue eyes looking at the familiar woman on the ground then to the gunshots that pierced through the hardwood floors.

"huh... what's that piece of shit doing here?" he asked, making his way to the corpse as he kicked it away, crouching down to inspect the floors.

"she said she wanted to check up on you, and proceeded to call me a whore- i didn't know girls like her were your type haru." he can hear the pout in her voice as he chuckled, standing up to rewrap his arms around her, caressing her (h/c) hair softly.

"she's the whore when we think about it." he piped up, causing the girl beneath him to chuckle.

his blue eyes scanned the room and saw the familiar bundle of orange cuddling on one of the pillows on the sofa.

"i'm home now. let's clean up and watch a movie together with mochi?"

"as long as we get this bitch away then sure."

sanzu chuckled as he nodded, kissing the girl on her forehead as began taking out plastic bags.

"try and wrap her with these. i'll call one of my boys to come pick it up." he said, making y/n nod as she began tying the trash bags around the body.

"why can't we just have a normal night." she sighed, making the male chuckle as he took out his phone.

"we weren't born normal sweetheart- and that's a soulmate thing."

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mbb-project-entity · 1 year

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Chapter 35

Months had passed since Rinni had last seen Dr. Gemwood. She had healed up after her latest surgeries some time ago, and was enjoying her new job at a cocktail bar. At one time she would have been in the middle of college, but that possibility was long gone, and all she knew now was her new life. She even had her name changed. Rinni was too cutesy, too young, so she had it changed to Rosalyn. She felt it was much more refined and still sexy. She loved her new life; her wet pussy never felt better as she was being fucked over a crate in the storage room. She took in each thrust, appreciating the young man’s fairly large cock and happy that someone at her age was still able to get action like this.

“Oh Ryan, fuck me harder baby! Fill me up!” She moaned in a voice sounding raspy from heavy drinking and smoking. She pressed her ass backwards into the man’s crotch, causing him to moan as well.

“Nggh! You just might earn that promotion sweetie!”

Rosalyn smiled as things were going according to plan. She knew her boss was younger than her, but it didn’t bother her. In fact she kind of had a thing for guys a bit younger than her. They were easier to manipulate. Besides, at 32 with her skillset she didn’t have many options for moving up. At the very least he was a pretty good fuck, she thought.

She thought ‘pretty good’ as Ryan’s crotch slapped into her ass, because while he was big, she was much looser. Part of Dr. Gemwood’s surgeries was making her vagina be more realistically old, and so Rosalyn’s slit was gaping wide, lips distended, able to take just about any cock easily. The former ‘Rinni’ didn’t know it was surgery, and assumed it was simply due to her age and all the sex she had imagined having up until now.

Ryan’s cock began tensing up, and Rosalyn knew he was about to release. She clenched down on his member as he let loose, filling the condom. He lay on top of her for a moment, and then got up.

“Clean this up for me will you babe?” Ryan motioned at his penis, covered in his jizz after he removed the condom.

She smiled at him and went to work, licking his cock clean.

Ryan pulled up his pants and flashed her a smile as he walked off, “You’d better clean yourself up too. Customers are waiting. I’ll see about that promotion sometime, my little slut.”

When he left the room her smile reversed. She lay on the floor and looked down at herself, thinking about how she’s made herself into a slut. Her loose pussy was evidence enough, but the rest of her screamed slut as well. Bleached hair, tons of large jewelry, copious amounts of makeup, including slutty red lipstick and drawn on eyebrows. She ran her 1-inch long red fingernails across the tattoo right above her pussy; it read ‘Mama’s Cunt’. She thought she might regret it someday but not right now.

On a younger looking body she might have looked like a porn star, but she just looked like a desperate single woman, who knows she’s going to run out of time to be sexy soon. Her skin was the color of fake tan, her boobs were beginning to sag from many months of nipple weights, and her face had the aged look of someone who had too much plastic surgery, yet she still had heavy bags under her eyes from months of poor sleep. Her jawline was even aged now; one of the last things she had done was being given a stronger jawline. She knew that it would make her look older, but she also had a fetish for it, and she thought that it wouldn’t hurt too much since she was already 32.

She’s been getting better at using her charms to manipulate men, but she still wasn’t great at it. Sometimes she was still used like this, and didn’t get her way. Younger men were easier targets though, and she took a chance with Ryan.

“Not a total loss,” she said aloud to no one, “at least his cock was big.”

“Was it now?” A figure entered the room, causing Rosalyn to turn around surprised.

“Oh it’s just you. Don’t scare me like that, Miriam!”

“Hey sis, I told you, call me Mixie!”

“Ugh, fine, MIXIE. You’re too old for a name like that!”

“We’re both only 32!” Mixie countered.

Much like Rosalyn, Miriam changed her name to Mixie, but in her case it was because she wanted a cuter name. Mother and daughter stood next to each other, looking and believing that they were sisters, though their styles couldn’t be more different. Rosalyn was the sexy slut, and Miriam, now Mixie, had gone from a rich sultry look to a cheap, cutesy one. Her blonde hair was now in curls, with a pink ribbon on one side, and bangs dyed pink. She wore a frilly dress, with white stockings and black Mary Janes. They were supposed to be sisters of the same age, but with recent work to make her look younger, the reality was that Mixie looked 5 years younger than 32 and Rosalyn 5 years older.

“Anyway,” Mixie teased, “someone’s been having some fun with the manager hmm?”

Rosalyn waved her away, “I will neither confirm nor deny any allegations. But I will say he might be giving me a promotion.”

“Ooh!”

“And we might be having a little sex!”

“Rosalyn!”

The two of them laughed at her joke, went back to work. Rosalyn was already preoccupying herself with the idea of looking even older. After all, she thought, if younger men were easier to manipulate, looking older would widen that gap making it easier to manipulate more men, wouldn’t it? Wouldn’t it? She thought about it, but she knew it wouldn’t matter because it wouldn’t be long before she would have to see Dr. Gemwood again.* * *

Many more months had passed still. Dr. Gemwood lay back on her examination table, feeling the whipping of the tongue working on her below.

“OOh! Yes! Keep going Mixie! You little slut! Ahh that feels sooo good!” Dr. Gemwood yelled out in ecstasy, gripping the sides of the chair as she reached close to orgasm. Over the last few months Mixie went from being Rosalyn’s mom to her own perfect little sex slave. With the serum it didn’t take long at all for Mixie to become completely obsessed with serving the doctor, and the doctor grew to enjoy her little visits, so she decided to keep her around.

As she reached climax, she gripped Mixie’s hair, causing her to squeal a little as the doctor’s juices rubbed on Mixie’s face. Afterwards Mixie leaned back, exhausted but still horny, and after a moment of basking in the afterglow, Dr. Gemwood sat up and looked down at her, still on her knees, and completely naked.

Dr. Gemwood was extremely proud of the work she did with Mixie’s face. Anyone would have paid hundreds of thousands of dollars to have done what she did to her. The former 38 year old now wouldn’t be mistaken for anything over 19, with her cute button nose, round face, and enlarged eyes, which combined with her lusty expression made her look like a little teen slut. Her hair was now a number of colors, with it being primarily blonde, but with streaks of light blue and pink, and the bottom third of her hair fading into a deep red.

Mixie’s body on the other hand was another story. The doctor also fixated on making her look as young as possible, and so her figure was that of a prepubescent teen, albeit a somewhat tall one. Her hips were narrowed and her breasts were barely even an A-cup now, completely removing her bombshell figure. Her nipples were a pale pink color and even her vagina had plenty of work done, making it look just like new. Her face might have made her look 19, but her body made her look much younger. It might have been a problem if her tastes ran as young as she looked, but she only had eyes for the doctor now.

It wasn’t just her looks either; through Dr. Gemwood’s training she even acted like a cutesy little teenager, one with a strong fetishistic sex-streak anyway.

“Mistress! I’m like, super horny!!” Mixie pouted.

Dr. Gemwood decided to allow her to have some pleasure today. “Alright Mixie-slut. Come here and I’ll help you.”

Mixie got up excitedly and hopped over to Dr. Gemwood, lying down over her lap. Dr. Gemwood raised an arm and began spanking her.

“Ahn!”

“What do we say?”

“AHN! T-thank you mistress!”

“Again!”

“AHHN! Thank you mistress!”

This continued for a few more times, turning Mixie’s ass red. Dr. Gemwood could feel her leg getting wet as Mixie leaked onto her as well, and raised a final arm, swatting down hard.

“AAAAAHHHhhhhhhhhhnnnnnn!!”

It was more than Mixie could handle, and the orgasm caused her to roll off Dr. Gemwood’s lap and slump on the floor, writhing in the throes of pain and pleasure.

Afterwards, Dr. Gemwood glanced at her watch, “Alright now get dressed my little slut, your ride is going to be here soon.”

“Yay!” Mixie ran off to get dressed and cleaned up. Dr. Gemwood thought that Mixie made a much more entertaining receptionist, though she was near useless practically speaking. She only worked a few days a week however, today of which was one of those days, thankfully making a naked Mixie prancing through the hallways easier to deal with as they were the only ones around at the moment.

A short while later sounds could be heard from the front door.

“Mixie! Honey where are you? We’re running late!”

Dr. Gemwood walked up to the front to greet the visitor, “Hello, Mrs. Peren! Mixie is coming.”

“Please, call me Rosalyn,” she replied, stubbing out her cigarette as she stood outside the doorway, “no need to be formal when you’re dating Mixie.”

Dr. Gemwood hadn’t told Rosalyn that Mixie was actually her sex slave, but then again why bother? Contuing to make small talk, she picked up on her outfit, “Going somewhere this afternoon?”

Rosalyn looked at herself and then laughed, “No this is for work. Mixie and I work at the strip club, remember? We’re late for our gig. I was up a little late last night, so I apologize if I look a little worse for wear.” She leaned in close to Dr. Gemwood and whispered conspiratorially, “If you want to know though, I managed to bag me one who was barely 18! Youngest one yet! I know some people consider it an insult, but I’d say I’m doing a good job as a cougar don’t you?” She laughed a hoary laugh, “Not bad for 47 eh?”

Dr. Gemwood smiled, she knew the girl was actually 19, but after all the effort she had expended, no one would ever guess that again. Rosalyn was dressed in a skintight leopard-skin bodysuit with black spike heeled boots. The bodysuit clung to her body and showed off all the weight on her thighs and stomach she had accumulated over the past few months. Her arms fared no better, added fat causing her arms to droop a little, swaying as she moved her arms about, which were decorated in far too many bangles and bracelets, and ending in 2-inch long nails painted orange. Her breasts completed the deal of selling the image of her body as a 47 year old’s (one in very bad shape) as the nipple weights had done their job, leaving her breasts sagging far down her chest, as the leotard wrapped around them, but left an enormous amount of cleavage on display, definitely a sign of a desperate aging woman.

Her face fared no better, as her eyes were not only tired and dark from smoking, drinking and lack of sleep, but also through additional surgery. A facelift only served to actually make her look older, as the amount of plastic surgery she had gave her the look more of an old person trying to look younger. Her makeup was poorly done and overdone, even for the strip club, as she had on plenty of foundation, too much blush, bright red lipstick covering her enormous lips, and heavy sky blue eyeshadow across her entire eyelids. A nose ring and large hoop earrings completed the effect, and her platinum blonde hair was teased out as high and wide as it would go.

Dr. Gemwood found it funny that she was even older than herself, yet still had sex with people about Rosalyn’s real age. Then again, she thought, she herself is having sex with a woman who looks 16 but is actually 38, so who is she to talk? She laughed to herself at a job well done, no one fucks with this doctor, she thought, as Mixie came running, clutching her Hello Kitty backpack. She wore a white tubetop with a sequined heart that did everything to show she had no breasts, and she had fixed her makeup which mainly consisted of pink and glitter in various amounts.

“Hi mom! I’m totally ready!” She landed with a little hop step in front of Rosalyn, white 4-inch heeled Mary Janes clicking on the tiled floor and twin ponytails flittering about.

“We’re running late honey! Come, give your mommy a practice kiss.” Mixie leaned in and deep throat kissed Rosalyn. Dr. Gemwood had managed to convince the two that they were in opposite roles now, from mother and daughter, to sister and sister, and now finally to daughter and mother instead. But with a little something extra, the doctor grinned evilly.

As they kissed, Rosalyn ran a finger up her former-mother’s ass crack, lifting her new daughter’s pink pleated skirt and revealing a lack of panties underneath as Mixie moaned.

“Good job honey, they’ll love that at the strip club. Now say good bye to the doctor and we’ll get going.” Mixie kissed the doctor in a similar manner, as the doctor remembered that the two had a mother-daughter routine at the club that raked in the cash.

They waved good-bye and walked off, with Rosalyn keeping a firm hand on Mixie’s ass.

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navalcriminalimagines · 3 years

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Lost self confidence

Anon: Can I request a lil one-shot where y/n has been on the team for a while and she put on some weight/starts feeling insecure about it and Gibbs helps her feel better? :> If not it's okay (Preferably a lot of fluff, angst & smut up to you)

Anon: Can I ask for a plus sized reader and gibbs please? I never see them :( Maybe someone says something about her weight when theyre working a case or something and he does the gibbs-legendary-elevator-conversation??? OuO

I thought those two requests work well together. Enjoy, lovely anons! ❤️

Warnings: punch, mention of blood, hurtful comments about weight

Tags: @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @madamsnape921 @specialagentastra

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Your body changed. A lot. More than you like to admit.

You have been avoiding mirrors for a while now, but as you stand in front of it right now, only dressed in underwear, you have to face it. Your body changed and you don’t like it. Actually, you hate it.

As you look at your stomach that used to be flat, your hips that are larger, the celulitis… you can’t help but to think it’s no wonder you’re alone. Who could you attract, looking like this? Not many people and definitely not the man you wish you had. He has probably noticed how your body is different. Maybe before, you stood a chance with the man but not anymore. It’s a lost cause.

You put some clothes on and left for work.

You and your team are working on a tricky case, you are not impatient to get into the office today. But as always, you put on your best smile and pretend that everything is okay. Even though it’s most definitely not.

You skipped breakfast this morning - on purpose - but when you sit at your desk, you can see a brown bag sitting there. You look inside; donuts. Not just regular donuts, but your two favorites.

“Gibbs’s treat.” Tony lets you know.

“What’s the occasion?” you casually answer, putting the bag aside. It’s definitely a bad idea to eat them.

“No occasion. You’re just his favorite,”

You can’t help but smile at this. Not that it’s true, but it feels nice anyway. Before, you would have been happy about your boss’s attention, but not today. “Aren’t you going to eat them?”

“I’m not hungry. Do you want them?”

Tony grabs the bag before you know it. At least, you won’t have to throw them away.

You put yourself into work quickly after. You need to take your mind off your insecurities and how bad you feel about yourself. Tony tries to make casual conversation, just being his old self but as you barely answer, he realizes that something’s wrong with you. He just doesn’t know what.

“You’re staring.” You say to him, without looking up from your computer screen.

“You’re in a bad mood.” He states.

“Am not.”

“Y/N, please.” He stands up from his desk and walks up to yours. “I’m a trained investigator. Talk to me.”

“Not a chance.” You keep working, avoiding eye contact. You’re scared that he may read into you, or worse; that you may cry if he starts to ask too many questions.

“Did Gibbs get the order wrong?” He jokes. He doesn’t mean wrong at all, but it sets you off.

“Just-- leave me alone, DiNozzo.”

You practically jump for your chair, grab your laptop and walk away from the bullpen, leaving your coworker in awe. He’s not sure what just happened, but he’s more convinced that something’s really not okay with you.

You spend the next two hours hiding in the conference room. You didn’t work much, you mostly cried and felt sorry for yourself. You really hate yourself and your body right now. It’s not about gaining some weight, it’s also about how lonely you feel. You love your team more than anything, they really are like your family but when you get home at night, it’s just you. You and your thoughts. You and your loneliness.

You just want someone to get home to. Someone to cuddle, someone to love and who loves you back, someone to fall asleep with. Just someone.

You had your face buried in your arms when you heard the door opening. You look up, ashamed. Gibbs is standing here.

He closes the door behind him and walks to you. “You okay, Y/N?” he softly asks.

“Y-yeah. Just a bit tired.”

“You know, if DiNozzo pissed you off, you can tell me.”

You chuckle. “Nah, it’s nothing he did. I guess I got up on the wrong foot this morning, that’s it.”

Gibbs did let it go - for now - but you knew he didn’t buy any of it.

That is later's concern though, there is some news on the case and you need to get going. The afternoon went better; your mind was focused on the case, you didn’t have time to think of the rest. It’s only when you get back home that it hits again. Before taking a shower, you put a sheet on the big mirror in your bedroom. You don’t want to face your reflection for now.

*****

The next morning, you are in a better mood. Not entirely, you still skipped breakfast and avoided all the mirrors but you made a decision: you won’t let the team know. You won’t let them see you’re going through a tough time. It would only make things worse.

Everything’s going okay until that stupid lawyer shows up. You never wanted to see him again after hooking up with him over a year ago. He seemed nice and good looking, he flirted with you the whole time he was in the office, so when he invited you for a drink, you said yes.

Your agreement had something to do with Gibbs’s flirting with that shrink but to this day, you keep telling yourself that it hadn’t.

After a few drinks, you let the lawyer kiss you and before you knew it, you took him home and you had a one night stand.

The sex wasn’t the problem, you actually had a lot of fun. The problem was the next day.

He was gone before you woke up - still not a problem. But when Gibbs yelled at you for giving him some private information, you understood your mistake. The man had used you. While you were sleeping, he looked into your files and found the information he needed to save his client’s butt.

After that, Gibbs gave you the silent treatment for weeks. And he stopped being mad at you after you came to see him in his basement and did your mea culpa. No one ever talked about it since.

But now, the same man is standing in the middle of the bullpen. You growled to yourself before going in.

You don’t greet him at all, just sit at your desk. “Y/N? That’s you?” he says, apparently shocked.

You look at him briefly and don’t answer.

“My god, what happened to you?” he adds.

“Excuse you?” you snap.

“God, if you had been looking like this last year, I wouldn’t have been able to use you.”

His sentence feels like a punch in your stomach, it hurts. But it shouldn’t and you know it. But it still does. You stay there a moment, not knowing if you want to cry and beat the crap out of him. Probably both at the same, but you don’t move or don’t say a thing, you’re like frozen. You barely don’t notice when Gibbs pushes the man towards the elevator.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Ziva asks.

In the elevator

“Overprotective much, Gibbs?” the lawyer tries to appear confident and unafraid. He has his back against the wall, and in a second, he can hear Gibbs’s fist hitting a few inches away from his head. If the fist had touched his nose, he probably would have needed plastic surgery.

“Ever in your life, you disrespect a woman like that again, and especially--especially not Y/N.”

The lawyer made many people angry over the years, but never had he seen a man as angry as Gibbs looks right now.

“The only reason my hand is in this wall and not your face right now, is because she wouldn’t want me to get in trouble, but trust me when I say that all I want to do right now is to shoot you right in your precious parts.”

Gibbs is panting from anger. He can’t remember the last time he said that many words at once. But there’s no way that he or anyone else can disrespect you like this. Never, under his watch.

“So I’m gonna be very clear, you give that case to someone else. I don’t give a shit who, you just do it. And I don’t ever want to see your face again. Cause if I do, you’ll be so disfigured, you won’t be able to get another woman. Ever.”

“I could sue you for those threats, Special Agent Gibbs.”

“Are you planning to?”

“Maybe I am.”

“Well, in that case--”

This time, Gibbs’s fist hit the nose.

Meanwhile, in the bullpen

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Ziva asks.

“Yeah-yeah,” you clearly lie as your eyes are watering.

Your coworker isn’t buying it. She takes a step forward and hugs you softly. “Please, don’t let him get to you.” she whispers in your ear. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

Those words make you cry. You are not really buying them, but it does something to hear them. And you know deep inside that Ziva wouldn’t say something she doesn’t think.

As she keeps hugging, you can feel someone else’s arms wrapping around both of you. It’s Tony and shortly after, Tim is joining. “I think we should call Ducky. We’re going to have a crime scene.” Tony jokes to light the mood.

“I don’t want Gibbs to put himself in trouble for me.” you sadly say.

“Y/N, if Gibbs hadn’t taken him in the elevator, we would all have jumped on him.” Tim tells you. Which surprises you because Tim is the one to avoid a fight as much as he can.

“Also, the only reason I’m not asking you out is because of Rule 12.”

You are about to answer to Tony when you can hear the elevator’s doors opening. You let go of one another and watch Gibbs as he comes back to you and takes you by the hand. “Someone may have to call 911.” he tells the rest of the team.

Gibbs takes you to the other elevator, the one that leads to the lower floors, where Abby’s lab and Autopsy are. But of course, he switches the button as soon as the doors close. He doesn’t say a thing, he just hugs you tight. “Your hand is blue, Gibbs.” you cry in his neck.

“Yeah and his nose is red, who cares.” he kisses your hair. “I don’t want you to cry because of him, Y/N. And especially not because of what he said.”

“But Gibbs--”

“Not ‘but’, Y/N. Look at me.” he softly grabs your chin with his non-injured hand and forces you to look into his eyes. “You may not believe me right now, but you’re beautiful, Y/N. Sexy. Hot.” you uncontrollably shake your head, not buying a word he says. “I know I’m not the best with words, so I’ll let my actions speak.”

Gibbs ducks his head just a bit and closes the gap between his lips and yours. He softly kisses. You probably have never been kissed this softly before. Gibbs is so gentle and tender, his lips move slowly but expertedly. You’re literally melting under him.

The kiss may have lasted for minutes, hours, you don’t really know. You lost track of time, as if the world had stopped spinning.

“I’m sorry I waited for something like this to happen to do it. I’ve wanted this for a very long time, Y/N.”

“Me, too, Gibbs. But I’m not sure that’s the best time. I’ve lost all self confidence and--”

He kisses you again, undoubtedly to make you shut up. “I’ll help you find it again. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.”

You rest your forehead against his, some tears are still rolling down your cheeks. “You’re not bad with words.”

“I’m still better with touch.”

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Bucky Barnes - jealousy, jealousy

A/N & WC - I am not trying to pretend I am Olivia Rodrigo at all: total credit for all songs and lyrics used here goes to her and her team. No disrespect is meant towards her. I do not own the songs, I also do not own the characters I’m writing these blurbs for. Please read the preface. 1.6k.

Warnings - self deprecation, allusions to body dysmorphia, insecurity swearing.

He arrives like a ghost, his presence unannounced, unnoticed until I turn on my heel and spot a shadow. His metal arm catches in the dimming light. He’s holding a tissue, dabbing his forehead with it, and I assume he’s just been sparring with someone in the training room.

“How did you—”

“Sam. Steve. FRIDAY.” I nod knowingly. “I was waiting through Thor’s session. He’s a bit…”

“Of a himbo? Yes,” I agree, smiling. “How you doin’ James?”

His sigh shifts the cushions around him, so he makes himself comfy with some shuffling, and only moves forwards when I begin to pour him a mug of tea. I shake my head; he smiles gratefully.

“I’m ok… takin’ it day by day.”

“That’s all you can do, Buck.”

My fingers skim his as I pass him a mug, settling beside him on the couch. Leaning into his warmth is instinctive.

“What about you? How’re you holding up?” he asks, his voice a little gruff.

“I’m…” I trail off, my eyes fluttering as I ferret for the right word before deciding he’d rather know the truth, “great. I mean I’m still healing, but I wrote these songs, and that really helped me. I just wanna help you how you helped me.”

He smiles sadly, his flesh hand snaking around my knee. His next words are a broken whisper. “I know about you and Stephen.”

“But Bucky… you don’t like me that way.”

“I know.” His Brooklyn accent slips back into place when he’s talking from the heart. I’ve heard it a lot recently. “But I care about you. I just want you happy after the shit he pulled on you.”

“I am. I will be,” I promise. “This song… it’s one of them that isn’t exactly about the break up? But more about our shared mentality, everything we’ve gone through. It’s called ‘jealousy, jealousy.’ I hope you like it, because without you I wouldn’t have been able to write it.”

His dimples spring tears to my eyes. “If you wrote it, I already love it.”

He sips his tea, and lets go of me, allowing me to shuffle back to my seat, and collect my guitar. He’s patient while I plug it in and tinker around with the bass and volume knobs.

Once ready, I begin to pluck out a staccato quaver idea in the key of Bb minor. I’m not saying I hate this key, but I do wish I’d written it in D minor instead, to erase five flats from the signature.

My lyrics pick up on the second repeat.

‘I kinda wanna throw my phone across the room

'Cause all I see are girls too good to be true

With paper-white teeth and perfect bodies

Wish I didn't care.’

Bucky’s breathing is already faltering despite his superhuman strength. He had a small crisis after getting a smartphone, realising he was… chunkier than some of the bodybuilders plastered all over his instagram. He’s still not convinced he’s as handsome as they are, and he’s still concerned he doesn’t have the perfect masculine aesthetic body.

After my ex went to her, with the perfect hourglass silhouette and flowing, glossy blonde hair, too much money spent on orthodontics and plastic surgery, I went to that dark place within, doubting my own surface attractiveness before realising I’m drop dead, fuck off gorgeous, and it’s his loss if he can’t see that. I wouldn’t have been able to overcome it without Bucky and his openness, though. I owe a lot to him.

‘I know that beauty is not my lack

But it feels like that weight is on my back

And I can't let it go.’

When Buck is constantly compared to the American symbol of masculinity and attraction for the past eighty years, a heavy burden falls on his shoulders. Sure, maybe he isn’t as lean or quite as tall as Steve, but he’s a stunning man. Tabloids make articles studying his muscle mass, comparing him to sightings of the Winter Soldier over the years. How can anyone let their insecurities go with that happening? Everything about my own turmoil pales in comparison.

He sips from his mug thoughtfully.

‘Co-comparison is killin' me slowly

I think, I think too much

'Bout kids who don't know me.’

A lot of my fears, as I expressed to James, stemmed from what his friends used to say about me, comparing me to their girlfriends. Before long, I was doing it to myself. I spoke to him about it before the breakup but only afterwards did he open up to me about his feelings and insecurities. The people who scrutinise him don’t know him, and the girls I compared myself to don’t know me. Looks aren’t everything, and without Bucky, I might still be stuck in a superficial rut.

‘I'm so sick of myself

I'd rather be, rather be

Anyone, anyone else

But jealousy, jealousy

Started followin' me.’

I implement a riff on my final word to draw the syllable out. My words ring true, though, and I see Bucky's blue eyes twinkling, his head shaking in recognition. We drank together until early morning, deprecating ourselves, expressing elements we hated, the jealousy haunting us until we fell asleep for the rest of the day, only to find, once we woke up, that we didn’t hate ourselves as much anymore. Bucky started to accept himself, stopped wanting to be someone else as much. I may get sick of myself, but never of Bucky and the ways he’s helped me.

‘And I see everyone gettin' all the things I want

And I'm happy for them, but then again, I'm not

I can't stand it, oh, God, I sound crazy.’

I know I’m a Stark, I know I’m a spoiled brat with more money than God, but I still have problems, I still get my heart broken. And Bucky, growing up through the war not well off, losing years of his life and being subjected to only God knows what. He has no reason to be happy for others if something doesn’t go his way, and I’m glad he told me about this when it mattered most. Perspective is key. He taps his forehead twice, and between lines, I do the same.

‘Their win is not my loss

I know it's true

But I can't help gettin' caught up in it all.’

Bucky said that to me once. “Their win isn’t your loss, Doll. Don’t get caught.” and it was before everything kicked off. His wink carries a sad undertone, signalling that he’s only just understanding how much his words have stuck with me. I want to say something to him but I don’t. I just continue plucking at my strings as I repeat the chorus, and head into the bridge.

‘All your friends are so cool, you go out every night

In your daddy's nice car, yeah, you're livin' the life

Got a pretty face, pretty boyfriend, too

I wanna be you so bad, and I don't even know you.’

His metal arm is the fuel to Bucky’s fire of insecurity, something I could never imagine. He hates having a prosthetic, and the body image issues it gives him are indescribable. The only fight Bucky and I have ever had is when he said those exact words to me when I thought my problems were the end of the world. He apologised afterwards, but I told him resolutely not to, because I needed some perspective. Everybody does. So even if I get jealous and insecure at times, I know I’m ok, thanks to Buck.

‘All I see is what I should be

Happier, prettier, jealousy, jealousy

All I see is what I should be

I'm losin' it, all I get's, jealousy, jealousy.’

We’ve both carried a hell of a lot of jealousy for a long time, and I feel as though we can only shoulder past that, and come to accept ourselves, with the help of each other. His time in HYDRA won’t go away easily, but I’ll be his friend until he’s happier, and knows how loved he is, and that he shouldn’t be anything more than he already is.

A recitative type melody projects from my diaphragm, a shouting nature to my lyrics, carrying power both in word and emphasis. I feel like the repetition adds impact, my eyes closing and my fingers working on the strings from muscle memory alone as both Bucky and I sink into the emotions of the final chorus. I add ornaments: trills, glissandos, vibrato, riffs, just to vary the melody, some of the really high notes sung in head voice rather than belted at such a crucial part of the song. This pianissimo softness reaches a supported belt, though, by the very final line, my guitar strings vibrating. This contrasts with the final line, low and unaccompanied.

‘Started followin' me.’

His mug clinks on the glass table the second silence falls. That soft, Labrador-reminiscent, lopsided grin breaks out over his face as he holds his arms open for me, making grabby hands. I unplug my guitar and launch myself to him, sinking my fingers into his silky chocolate locks.

"'m proud-a you."

I cock my head at him, my brows knitting together. His laugh rumbles through me as his arms tie around my back, keeping me close.

"For never finishin' your verbs."

It's my turn to giggle, my head falling to the crook of his neck, listening to his heart beat.

“Thank you, Bean,” he whispers against the juncture of my shoulder and neck.

His words echo through my body like a prayer, “Thank you, Buck. You’ve helped me so much.”

He pulls away, his hair tickling my cheeks before cupping one in his flesh palm, warm and rough and so human. “You’ve helped me too. Don’t forget that.”

“I won’t,” I tell him. “I won’t.”

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Are You With Me (Grey’s Anatomy)

Grey’s Anatomy

When Y/N unexpectedly find out that she’s expecting, she suddenly finds herself having to figure out how to tell Jackson.

Warnings: Pregnancy???

Requested = Yes

“No...no, please no,” You whispered quietly as you stared at the stick in your hand.

You were starting to lose hope that the first one you took was a false positive.

It had all started a few weeks ago actually when you missed your period. That didn’t really alarm you since you were never regular and plus with all the stress that was on you right now, you figured that those were just the reasons.

Then, you started getting sick. Feeling nauseous, throwing up...all that fun stuff.

But only in the morning.

Even then, you kept brushing it off, telling yourself that you had probably caught a stomach bug from a patient.

It was the one and only Arizona Robbins that forced you to grab a pregnancy test (or two) from the pharmacy.

So now here you were, locked in the bathroom in your apartment with three positive pregnancy tests.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

You and Jackson hadn’t even started talking about kids and now you had to tell him you weren’t just thinking about having kids in the future, you were having one now.

This couldn’t be happening.

You were deep in your swirling thoughts when your phone suddenly went off and you looked over to see a text message from Jackson.

Hey, do you wanna come over? I’ve made dinner for two...

Did you? Not really. But at some point you’d have to tell him right? You quickly texted him back saying that you were leaving now

Sighing, you decided to shove one of the pregnancy tests into your purse along with your phone before grabbing your coat and heading over to Jackson’s.

~~~

“Hey!” Jackson’s smiling face greeted you as he opened the door. “Come in!”

You walked in and shook off your coat before hanging it up. Usually, it felt more casual but today you couldn’t help but feel out of place.

“I made fettuccine alfredo,” Jackson said, not noticing your tense body language, “Do you want some?”

You swallowed, “Yeah, sure. That sounds good.”

You took a seat on one of the bar stools at the island and Jackson soon placed a plate filled with a generous amount of pasta on it. He then helped himself to a plate and took a seat on one of the stools next to you.

Normally, you would have finished the pasta in seconds, but your stomach was too nervous to have any sort of appetite so the best you could do was a few bites before you ended up playing with the food on your plate.

“Is everything okay?” Jackson asked, now noticing your strange behaviour.

This might have been a good time to tell him but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“Yeah, just a long day you know,” You replied, not completely lying.

It had been a long day but that wasn’t why you were acting different.

Jackson nodded, “It was a long day, do you want something to drink? Wine?”

“No,” You quickly declined, earning a strange look from Jackson.

You had to think quickly to prevent any suspicions.

“I think maybe I caught a bug or something from someone,” You explained, “I don’t think wine’ll make me feel any better.”

Jackson nodded and for now, it looked like you were able to steer clear of the topic.

The rest of the dinner, you and Jackson talked about all the patients the two of you treated earlier in the day. By time he had finished, you had still barely touched your plate.

You knew he was concerned about that but he didn’t ask about it, much to your relief.

Before he could invite you to stay over, to quickly came up with a lame excuse about forgetting to your laundry in one of the machines in the apartment laundry room and thanked him for dinner.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” You told him.

Jackson nodded, “Yeah, see you.”

~~~

Okay, you were going to admit it. You were avoiding Jackson and there was no way around that.

He had texted you last night once you got home and when you didn’t reply, he had called you multiple times though every time you just let the phone ring until it stopped by itself.

When you had gotten to the hospital the next morning for your shift, you spotted Jackson talking to a nurse at the front desk and made a quick beeline for the hall that lead in the opposite direction.

While Jackson had specialized in Plastics, you specialized in Peds after realizing that there was just something special about working with kids.

“Hey! Look who made it!” Arizona greeted you as she watched you start to go through the charts of the patients you had to see today.

You sighed, “Yeah, I made it all right.”

“So what did the test say?” Arizona pried.

You knew what she was talking about but you played dumb anyway.

“What test?”

“You know what I mean,” Arizona said and you swallowed hard, trying to keep your eyes that were now slowly filling with tears on the charts.

Arizona noticed your tears and quickly placed a hand on your shoulder. You didn’t need to say anything for her to know your answer to her previous question.

“Have you told Jackson yet?” She asked you softly.

You shook your head, “I was going to last night, he invited me over to dinner, but I chickened out.”

“You should tell him,” Arizona told you, “The sooner he knows, the better.”

“I know, I know,” You said, “And it’s not like I don’t want to tell him because I do. I want him to know.”

Arizona nodded understandingly, “But you’re scared.”

You scoffed, “More like terrified. I’m pretty much dropping a bombshell on him.”

“Well, my advice would be to just tell him,” Arizona said, “Get it over with.”

Both of you knew though that it was much easier said than done.

“Yeah...okay,” You took a deep breath, “After shift, I’ll tell him, but right now, I have to check on Tracy Jenkins. It looks like she took a turn for the worst overnight.”

“Okay, yes, good luck!” Arizona told you before you hurried off.

~~~

After a very long, exhausting, and horrible shift, you collapsed on one of the beds in the on call room.

Today had been an awful day.

Tracy Jenkins ended up coding and you weren’t able to restart her heart. She was eight years old.

It wasn’t just Tracy though.

Little Billy, born premature five days ago, had caught an infection and was now in critical condition.

Sixteen year old Molly Thompson was walking home from school when she was hit by a car. The driver was drunk.

She was still alive, but she was currently facing the possibility of paralysis while everyone waited for her to wake up from surgery.

You heard the door open before Jackson’s face suddenly loomed over you.

“Long day huh,” He commented as he took a seat next to you.

“More like a rough day,” You groaned.

“Yeah...same,” Jackson sighed and you sat up.

You were exhausted and felt like crap but you had said you were going to tell Jackson the news after shift and you didn’t plan on chickening out this time so...

“We need to talk,” Jackson said before you could say anything though.

You nodded, “You’re right. We do.”

“I don’t know what I did,” Jackson kept going, “I keep racking my brain for anything I could have done but I can’t think of anything-”

“Jackson, stop,” You cut him off, “You didn’t do anything.”

“Then what’s wrong? And don’t tell me nothing’s wrong Y/N because you know I know something’s wrong,” Jackson raised his eyebrows.

You took a deep breath, “Jackson, I’m pregnant.”

Silence.

“You’re...” Jackson’s voice faltered.

You nodded, “I’m pregnant.”

“Okay...well...” Jackson seemed to be at a lost of words, “Maybe it was a false positive?”

“Maybe,” You bit your lip, “But I took three and they were all positive so unless I got three false positives...”

“Which is very unlikely,” Jackson said.

You swallowed, “Yes. Which is very unlikely, but, I haven’t actually gotten any blood drawn or anything.”

More silence.

“Jackson, I need you to say something,” You finally told him, “I need you to say how you feel about this.”

“I mean,” Jackson put his hand on his head, “You just told me you were pregnant, I’m still comprehending things.”

You sighed, “I’ll put it differently then. Are you with me or not?”

“Of course I’m with you,” Jackson quickly took his hand off his head and placed it on your hand instead, “I’m not leaving you, not now, not when you need me the most.”

At those words, you burst into tears, not able to keep your composure any longer.

“Hey...hey,” Jackson said softly as he scooted closer towards you, “It’s okay. We’ll figure things out.”

“I was going to tell you last night,” You spoke between your sobs, “But I got cold feet. I’m sorry.”

Jackson wrapped an arm around your shoulder, “It’s okay. I’m just glad you told me.”

“I was scared,” You admitted, “I’m still scared.”

“You know what? So am I,” Jackson whispered, “But we’re gonna take this one day at a time. Together.”

You nodded and buried your face into his chest.

“Does anybody else know?” Jackson asked you as he started stroking your hair.

You nodded again, “Only Arizona. She was the one who told me I should take a pregnancy test.”

“I think we should talk to her again,” Jackson said, “Get some blood drawn to see if those tests were right and then if they were, get an ultrasound done. You know, to check on our little bean.”

You smiled, “Our little bean?”

“Well, little bean probably does exist so they need some sort of name,” Jackson explained, blushing a little.

“Okay well...we’ll do what you just said in a little bit,” You agreed, “But I just need a moment with you.”

Jackson opened his mouth to say something but before he got the chance, your pager went off and you quickly picked it up.

“Molly Thompson’s waking up,” You said and started getting up, “I need to be there.”

“Yeah of course,” Jackson replied, “I’ll meet you on the OB floor then when you’re done.”

You nodded, “Sounds good.”

You left the on call room feeling as if all the weight had just been lifted off your shoulders and you could now breathe again.

Everything was going to be okay.

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tatestripedsweater · 3 years

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Salvation

Plot: Once people start questioning Carlisle’s age, worry floods him that he might never tell you how he truly feels about you.

Requested by Anon: Carlisle finds the female reader, who's a fellow Doctor and he has had a crush on (assuming Esme doesn't exist), her bitten or bleeding to death and turning her?

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x Fem!Reader (But can be read as GN as I didn’t use she/her pronouns)

Key: Italics = Flashbacks

Warnings: Blood, Death, Mentions of Anxiety

Wordcount: 2.2K

A/N: Sorry it has taken so long to get a full piece of work out but hopefully this was worth the wait! The ending is cheesy so I do apologise in advance, but I’m tempted to do a part 2.. maybe??

Carlisle often liked to go for walks in the moonlight, the dead of night helped him when he needed to think. When he needed to be on his own.

He had thought that himself and the others had a good few years left in Fork’s before people questioned his age, Alice had suggested saying that he had good genes, Emmett opted for saying he had plastic surgery. Neither would be a good enough excuse.

Even though Carlisle tried to think of what to say when people questioned him, his mind only went to one thing. You. The sweet doctor who always seemed to look up to him, you saw Carlisle as a mentor as he had been doing this longer than you. Not that he was going to say how long.

The moment Carlisle met you on your first day he couldn’t help but be infatuated with you, it was obvious you were a kind soul otherwise you wouldn’t be in the profession you’re in.

“You must be __ right? I’m Dr Cullen, but you can call me Carlisle or whatever you’re comfortable with.” Looking over at the man with a smile, you couldn’t help but realise the receptionist was right about there being ‘eye candy’ here. Carlisle was an attractive man, but you had to stay professional since he was your colleague. Nothing more, even though you were already having thoughts about him.

“Lovely to meet you Carlisle.” The two of you shook hands and you couldn’t help but notice how cold his skin was. Deciding against asking if he was okay, you followed him since Carlisle was the one that had been chosen to show you the ropes.

“I’m sure you’ll fit in around here quickly, it isn’t a big hospital so it’s not easy to get lost.” The smile that he gave you made your cheeks go hot, hoping he didn’t notice you only gave him a warm smile in return before speaking. Carlisle noticed.

“How long have you worked here then?” You often get told off for your curious nature, having had your mother tell you not to ask too many questions and only speak when spoken too. So you often avoided asking too many questions. But much to your surprise, Carlisle didn’t mind.

“A few years.” He answered as the two of you walked beside one another, Carlisle was right about the hospital not being that big. With the town not having many people reside within it, there wasn’t much need for one of those big-city hospitals you often saw on television.

Before you could even answer, Carlisle had started to explain and show the schedule for today. He was passionate about his work, the way his eyes lit up as he spoke made butterflies form in your stomach.

This man was surely going to be the death of you.

Carlisle couldn’t help but smile to himself as he thought back to meeting you for the first time, but the happiness of being around you wouldn’t last long the more people questioned him. Carlisle and his family needed to leave Forks.

He didn’t want to go, in fact he wished they still had a good few years here. But Carlisle knew all too well that when people started questioning them, it was time. No matter how bad they wanted to stay, they couldn’t never stay in one place for too long.

The family meeting with his adopted children didn’t go down well, of course, they had moved around a lot. But they didn’t expect it to happen so soon, they lasted around ten years in Alaska before the questions rolled in, Carlisle knew they would be anything but happy.

“I can’t see why you just don’t use the plastic surgery route.” Sure enough, Emmett grinned as Rosalie took his idea into account, it wasn’t often many people did anyway. “You have the money, people would believe it Carlisle.”

“When did you all suddenly get attached to this town?” The silence filled the room like loud music, getting attached to a place didn’t happen to any of them often. But Fork’s was rather relaxing, not to mention the scenery was beautiful.

“I don’t see why you’re wanting to leave so suddenly, especially after your infatuation with that doctor.” Carlisle should’ve known that Edward would know and make a comment soon enough, the boy could read everyone’s thoughts so privacy wasn’t an option in this household.

“What doctor?” Jasper asked as all but Alice looked over, it being clear to everyone that she knew as well. After all, Alice and Edward seemed to be the closest with one another so they told each other everything.

Carlisle gave Edward and Alice a stern look, it’s not that he didn’t want the others to know about his love for you. He just didn’t want to keep talking about you as it was making his heart ache, just knowing that he wouldn’t ever be able to be with you now was something that upset him greatly. Thinking about it only made it worse.

Deciding to leave the house to be on his own, the thoughts started to roll in as Carlisle realised he would never feel the weight of you curled up to him. Never see how wonderful you look in the morning, even with bed-head he was sure you looked like an angel.

Waiting until he was in his car, the tears started to roll down his cheeks as Carlisle thought back to you. He often didn’t let people see him cry, it wasn’t that he was ashamed he just didn’t want to bring attention to himself.

Even when he lost a patient he rarely cried, even then he managed to keep it in until he was alone.

“Are you alright?” You knew it was a stupid question the moment it left your mouth, any doctor that lost a patient always felt the grief overtake their body. Spending so much time with the patient to get them healthy, only for them to die was hard. You were yet to experience such a thing.

The patient in question, Mrs Elizabeth Wilson, was an elderly lady who had come into the hospital after she had fallen ill from an infection. She was already in the hospital when you started working there, she had been Carlisle’s patient for a few days. Not long but enough to form trust with one another.

“Sorry.. that was a stupid question.” Carlisle noticed something about you within the days of you working here, you often apologize for things that weren’t even your fault. If someone spilt their coffee over you or even bumped into you, you’d be the one to apologise for supposedly getting in the way.

Carlisle knew it was anxiety without even asking, not that he would anyway. That was private and none of his business.

“No, it isn’t.” Shaking his head, Carlisle motioned for you to sit down with him. The two of you both in the staff room on your breaks, even though he rarely went on a break throughout the day. It wasn’t like he needed to.

Moving to sit down across from him, you couldn’t help but marvel at his features. Even grief-stricken, Carlisle was beautiful.

“I’ll be fine, losing a patient never does get easier though,” Carlisle admitted with a heavy sigh, he remembers every patient he’s lost in all his years of living. “But you just tend to deal with it better.”

“I’m here if you want to talk.. or drink. I’m told I make a good martini.” Smiling when you heard him laugh, as cheesy as it sounded, Carlisle’s laugh was like music to your ears.

He was truly something special.

As Carlisle drove, the rain hit the car, the windshield wipers moving it from his sight each second the rain hit the glass. He had driven in a circle across town twice, contemplating visiting you to say goodbye. Even if it seemed strange to turn up at your doorstep, Carlisle couldn’t not see you one last time.

Sitting in his car once he got to the front of your house, part of him wanted to leave to save himself from seeing you upset. The thought alone made Carlisle hurt, but he knew that he needed some closure on how you felt about him. It sounded selfish, very unlike himself, but Carlisle needed to know if you harboured the same feelings for him as he had for you. Even if the answer would cause him pain.

If his body could do such a thing, Carlisle knew that goosebumps would be running all over his body the moment he smelled the blood coming from inside your home. Even if it was a small cut from you cooking or a scrape from a fall, he had to make sure you weren’t in any immediate danger.

The Volturi had their ways of trying to get him to join them once again, threatening the people he loved was the number one thing on their list. So that’s the first thing that ran through his mind, that they had gotten to you.

“___!” Carlisle waited for an answer, he didn’t want to break a window to get in unless it was absolutely necessary. But it seemed that someone had already done that job for him, walking to the side of your house he noticed the shattered glass first before the scent of your blood getting strong from the broken window. The crimson substance being stained on the glass as well caught his eye.

Without a second thought, Carlisle climbed inside. Following the trail of blood on the floor, his heart sank and fear soon started to set in as he didn’t want to know what was at the end of the trail. But if it meant seeing you half dead and saving your life, it was a risk he was willing to take. Carlisle just hoped he didn’t have to change you, he would if he had to but only if you were so close to death that there was no way you’d make it out alive.

Even though Rosalie never said it to his face, part of her disliked Carlisle for changing her. He didn’t want you to feel the same way towards him, to detest Carlisle for all of eternity as he wasn’t sure how he would take it.

But there you were, lying on your back on the kitchen floor surrounded in your own blood. You looked close to death and sure enough, Carlisle knew what he had to do to save your life.

Carlisle’s clothes and hands were soon soaked in blood once he ran and knelt down to your side, there were bite marks over your arms, he didn’t even need to ask who by to know they had come for you.

They had taken so much blood from your system that he could hear your heart start to fade from existence, you were still conscious but barely able to know your surroundings or that he was even here by your side. Confused and dazed.

“__…?” All Carlisle got out of you was the flutter of your eyelids starting to close, no response at all to him saying your name. The fear of losing you overtook the fear of you hating him for all of eternity, Carlisle couldn’t leave you here to die. He wasn’t going to let that happen.

“I’m so sorry __..”

Within that moment you felt like your body was on fire, you had no idea what was happening but all you could feel was a burning type sensation on your skin and Carlisle’s teeth inside your neck.

He was like the others that had attacked you.

You tried so bad not to focus on the pain, so desperately trying to push Carlisle from you but your arms didn’t want to move. It was like you were paralysed, not able to speak or move but to just let yourself be drained even more.

What you didn’t know was that Carlisle wasn’t feeding off of you, in all of his years of being a vampire he was happy he had never had the urge to hurt another human being. Most didn’t have the restraint to do so.

As soon as Carlisle pulled away once he was sure the venom was running through your system, guilt started to set into his body once he noticed the look you were giving him.

You weren’t even sure what was going on, a dazed and confused expression lay on your face as you didn’t know what had been done to you. All you knew that you were in pain, but the process of change was going to be even worse. Carlisle knew that much.

Everyone’s reaction to being turned was different, some were more sensitive than others, and in this case your body seemed to not agree with the venom within your body.

You weren’t going to die from this, but the process of turning from human to vampire was going to be much more painful.

Carlisle picked you up into his arms gently as your body trembled and started to walk into the woods near your home, going to his car would cause suspicion if anyone saw the blood. It was going to be a long time until you would forgive him. He wasn’t even sure if you would at this point.

But he promised himself that no matter the outcome, he would cherish and look after you, keep you out of harms way.

Forever.

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yniswaifu · 3 years

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The bet - 5

Your eyes are glued to your phone screen, millions thoughts running through your head.

Will you see us off before we leave for the game?

Even if the message from Suna, whom you had been very close to these past days following the incident, it still didn't change the fact that he was part of the volleyball team.

The team that also had Osamu, your (ex) boyfriend.

It had taken everything in you to not jump in his arms when you saw him at the practice the other day. You had completely forgotten that there was a chance you'd encounter Osamu when you went to deliver Ginjima something your mom sent.

And boy did you regret going there.

Maybe deep down you had wished he wasn't. And that he got a plastic surgery to change his face or something, since you weren't sure what you'd do if you saw him. So when his deep voice echoed through the gym calling for Suna, your eyes instinctively connected with Osamu's face and you were thinking just why it had to be this way.

He was still the same as you remembered him. Except, his eyes looked hollow. You were observant, and you knew he wasn't doing any better than you, but you still was a wuss to confront him.

Loser of the year award goes to y/n.

Looking at the text again, you breathe out and reply with a yes. The circumstances were against you, but you could still meet your friend and cousin before they go for the game, even if Osamu would be there.

You'd be in and out in a flash.

Determined to avoid Osamu, you shut your phone to retire for the day when it pings again. And the text is from someone you least expected.

Can we talk?

***

You don't what went in her head, when f/n came all the way to your house to talk about something in the middle of the night. Even though you two belonged to the same neighbourhood, it was weird and dangerous for her to be walking around alone.

"you could have spoken to me in school tomorrow as well." you say, frowning. Somehow you always had a protective streak towards f/n.

F/n blinks up at you, her lips on the straight line. "but...it was urgent."

"so urgent you had to come all the way here in the middle of the night?"

Rolling her eyes, she lets out an impatient sigh. "yes. And it's only 10pm. Now listen."

Taken aback by her tone, you stared at the girl in front of you. The air around her had a slight change. She still looked sweet and kind, but that also held a firmness that wasn't present earlier. Did something happen?

F/n searched your eyes for something, but you just kept quiet and looked at her. You were extremely confused by this sudden meeting and became more confused by her next words.

"I want to be friends with you."

Huh?

For a few seconds you weren't sure what you heard. She wants...to be friends? What?

"I'm sorry?" you say aloud, trying to comprehend what's happening.

F/n fiddled with her hands and looked away. "you heard me?" she mumbled.

"yeah. Yeah I did. But I don't understand. Why?"

Giving you a side glance, f/n sighed again. "because I think you're really cool."

You were beyond confused at this point. You were one of the reasons f/n had a shitty love life, and here she's standing and asking you to be friends again?

"But–"

"I know." she cuts you off. "I know what you did. What you all did. And I pray no one has to go through it." taking a step towards you, she holds your hands. "but these past few days I've been thinking, and watching how you're trying to take all the blame on your shoulders. You were the one who told me the truth, when you could have hidden it forever. You could have blamed Ginjima for being part of the scheme too but you went out of your way to tell me he's innocent. And you could have pretended things are alright when they're not. You sacrificed your love for me and chose the truth, and I don't know who could be more admirable than you at this point. "

You hadn't even realized the tears gathered in the base of your eyes when f/n finished her speech. You hadn't realized how her words struck a cord in you and how the cord snapped. You hadn't realized how much weight you carried on your shoulders for this.

Tears wouldn't stop flowing from your eyes as you watched f/n, speechless. A soft sob breaks out as you palm your face, trying to hold it in. But it wasn't really possible when a pair of warm hands wrapped around you and you let out all the pain you had stored in you.

You hugged f/n back and cried till you couldn't physically cry anymore, and f/n just held you, rubbing your back in silence.

After you calmed down, you part from her and wipe your face before saying, "yes I'll be your friend."

It was so random and straightforward that your new friend couldn't help but laugh. "I'm glad." she says, shedding a few tears herself. She didn't have to tell you that she has forgiven you, and you didn't have to thank her for forgiving. It was all conveyed through your actions.

You both giggle and smile at the newfound friendship when you suddenly remembered.

"ah, I'm going to meet the volleyball team tomorrow before school starts, you wanna come?"

At that f/n's face drops. You knew what she was thinking so you add. "you don't have to if you don't want to." you knew you could handle yourself by avoiding Osamu, but the same couldn't be said about f/n. Or Atsumu for that matter.

F/n gives you a sheepish look. You understood she still wasn't ready. And that meant she's also not attending their games.

"sorry." she says.

You shake your head and squeeze her arms lightly. "that's fine. Take your time. It's not easy, I know."

She nods. "are you attending the game?" she asks.

You shrug. "I don't know. Maybe not."

"you won't cheer for gin?"

You smile. "of course I will. From the four walls of my house. Because there are other people in the team I don't want to meet...yet."

F/n makes an 'o' and suddenly giggles. "boy problems suck huh."

You join her and giggle too, nodding. "it sure does."

You suddenly get a wave of deja vu as your meet with Suna comes to mind. It's like you found a friend in f/n again, after him.

It's not bad at all.

***

You stand a little far from the volleyball team, hiding behind the building. There was everyone, including the twins. Your eyes lock on Osamu, who is looking as handsome as ever. Gosh, if only you could hug him. You missed hugging him.

Shaking your head, you take out your phone and call your cousin.

"hello?"

You see Ginjima standing with Atsumu. Shit. "hey, have you guys left for the tournament?" you ask. You seriously weren't ready to see them all together.

"no. We're waiting for coach. Where are you?"

You see Suna walking up to Ginjima and you heard a voice in the background asking who it is, to which Ginjima says your name.

Suna takes the phone from his hands and says, "I thought you said you'd come to see us off? Where are you?"

Trying to stop the smile forming on your lips, you reply. "I'll be there in a few minutes."

Suna nods to no one in particular. "hopefully we don't leave in those few minutes."

You giggle at his tone. In the time you hung out with him, you noticed Suna had the ability to make you laugh for no reason. It's just the way he spoke, or his way of thinking, that amused you.

Your eyes turn to Osamu, who was eyeing the two boys curiously. Your heart wrenched at the thought of not being able to greet him, and you curl your hands in a fist. The impulsive part in you said screw it and go to them. But the anxious part of you reminded you of all the worst case scenarios if you did that.

"oh whatever." you mutter and straighten your uniform before stuffing your phone inside the back and appearing from behind the building. The boys hadn't noticed you yet, so you try to plaster a smile and walk towards them.

Shit, what are you doing! Turn back! Turn back!

The voice inside your head screamed at you to return and say you couldn't make it on time. But you chose the reckless option. You just wanted to breathe the same air as Osamu, even if that sounds creepy as heck.

Speaking of Osamu, he was the first one to spot you. Your eyes connect and they widen for a moment before turning back to normal. At least for you it does.

As for Osamu, poor dude cannot look away. All the determination he had gathered to make up with you crumbled as soon as he spotted you. You were beautiful, even if you were in the school uniform that he has seen a million times. It still doesn't change the fact that you made him weak in the knees.

You made a beeline for your cousin. "Gin!"

Ginjima and Suna, as well as the others look in your direction. You wanted the ground to open up and swallow when you felt a pair of gray eyes on you, boring holes. Not only that, but his blonde twin was doing the same. You hadn't any contact with either of the twins, and this is the first time after the fight that you were so near them.

Suna's face breaks into one of those rare smile he gave when he sees you. To anyone, specially a gray head, it may look like you're someone special to him, or that he had a thing for you. But it really wasn't that. Sure, you were special because you were cool enough for Suna to openly respect you, but that's all. He saw a good friend in you and you did the same.

"so you came." he states, the smile still playing on his lips.

You give him a small smile yourself. "of course. I did tell you I'll come."

You throw your arms around Ginjim's shoulders, who looked nervous. His expressions were so open you couldn't help but laugh at him sometimes. "what got you so nervous kid?" you ask.

Scowling, he mutters. "I'm just three months younger." but makes himself smaller in your embrace.

"Aw. Don't worry. You'll do well."

Suna laughs at the baby voice you use on Gin. You didn't treat him like a baby, but sometimes just to tease him you used that voice.

"hopefully." he says, and you let go of him to greet the third years when they come around you.

You fall into a casual conversation with them, and the twins were the only people away from the group. Atsumu had his eyes narrowed at you, and Osamu looked like he had entered the sad Romeo stage again. There was longing in his eyes to hold you, but alas, what could he do about it.

Atsumu eyes his brother and rolls his eyes. He looked pathetic. He wasn't any better, but what's with that expression. He couldn't bear to see his brother like that.

Letting out a huff, he shoves his twin towards your direction. "go and talk to her."

Osamu turns to look at him with surprise. "I thought you hate her?"

Atsumu didn't say anything. He didn't hate you. He never did. He was just mad at you on that day because he wasn't seeing anything except the break up, and that you caused it. But when he calmed down and assessed the situation, he knew what you did was noble. But his ego was big and he didn't want to let go of that just yet.

"just go." Atsumu replies in a soft voice, almost a whisper as he shoved his brother again. Osamu gulped and gave him one last look before dragging his heavy steps towards you.

To say he was nervous would be an understatement. He wasn't this nervous even when he asked you out behind the gym after gawking over you from afar in the morning assembly every day since the day you helped a girl who had passed out. Something about you just caught his attention. Maybe it was the serious aura about you, the 'no-nonsense' attitude but also a softer side that was very discreet. His eyes would look for you in every assembly after that. After getting shuffled during the new year, Osamu finally managed to stand in the row beside you. He would catch glances when one day you caught him staring. And he took a leap of faith.

Good thing that leap worked.

But the leap of faith he took in the present scene didn't take him far, for he was just a couple feet away from you when he saw their coach arriving and instructing the team to enter the bus. It was time.

A small part of you broke when you saw Osamu's approaching steps falter at the sound of the coach. You may be a loser, but he sure as heck wasn't and you were grateful for that. You wanted him to approach you, talk to you. Because if he started running towards you, your feet would soon follow. But sadly that wasn't the case.

Osamu contemplated whether he should continue his trek towards you or go to the bus. He was almost tempted to forget the darn game and run to you. But your next words stopped him.

"you got it."

His eyes flicker to you in surprise. The rest of the team was already on their way to the bus, so they were out of earshot, except for Atsumu who was behind his brother. You turn to the older twin, and smile. "you too Atsumu."

Atsumu wasn't surprised, he was touched. Anyway, he was guilty for misbehaving with you, and didn't find the courage to apologise, but if you're giving him the smile you always did, like a sister to a brother, he takes it as a sign of forgiveness.

He couldn't help but smile. Maybe you two didn't even need to talk, maybe this was the closure. "I'll do my best. And name a serve after you." Atsumu says, as he walks past you with a pat on your shoulder.

You chuckle at his words and wave him goodbye before looking at Osamu, whose lips quivered slightly. Dang, it's not the time to get emotional. That's not what you intended when you took the step first towards him.

"go." you say, amusement lining your eyes when you see him struggle to not hug you. Things weren't completely okay, and you two had a lot to talk. But that comes after this tournament.

Osamu nods, wiping his eyes with his jersey jacket. He puts on his mask and eyes crinkle at you, indicating a smile. You give him a smile of your own before he walks away, glancing at where you were standing a couple of times.

Step 2, check.

Things are coming to an end guys. One more chapter to go. It's the first step towards getting back together. For both the twins. Stay tuned.

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strawbxrryneptune · 3 years

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Hey, you said requests are open so could I pretty please get comfort for a dysphoric trans FtM reader with Bakugou or Hawks? Thanks in advance!

This took way too long I'm sorry bby !!

TW⚠️: Body dysmorphia, unhealthy binding, mentions of depression and suicidal thoughts. ⚠️

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You look in the full length mirror at the foot of your bed, frowning at your reflection. You turn to the side, feeling tears well up at the lump of your chest. You lived alone, but Bakugou was always over, so you couldn't order a proper binder without causing suspicion. You had to take vix and plastic wrap, which was really bad for your ribs and skin. It caused you so much pain but you just didn't want to look this way anymore. You smack the tears away, wiping them away aggressively as you grab a blanket off the bed, throwing it onto the mirror. You stumble over to the end, feeling like there's a weight crushing you from the inside out. You curl under a fluffy comforter Bakugou bought you, inhaling his scent as tears roll down freely. You wished it wasn't like this. You just wanted to be a fucking guy, but the universe decided to be an asshole. You're so caught up in your thoughts that you don't hear your boyfriend entering your apartment, his hands pushing the door open harshly, hearing your sobs from the stairs.

"Oi, the fuck are you crying for? Who do I need to beat up-"

He looks over at the mirror, covered up, and you huddling under the blanket. His fists unclench, and he walks towards you. You feel the blanket being pulled off, a strong pair of arms wrapping around you. He turns you towards the mirror, now uncovered. You close your eyes tightly, feeling your chest almost cave in from how much you were holding back. Bakugou gently fondles you, whispering into your ear.

"Hey, I fucking suck at this shit so bear with me alright? You're perfect. I don't give a shit what your pronouns are, I dont care what's going on down there."

You laugh lightly at that.

"All that matters is that you're fuckin' perfect. You match my energy, and you're fuckin' hilarious. I know your depression gets bad, and I know how you feel. I wanted to end it all so many times in high school. It felt like everyone was against me, blaming me for shit that I didn't do."

He tilts your chin up, making you look into the mirror. "If you want a binder, I'll buy you a goddamn binder. You want surgery, let's go to the doctor right fuckin' now. I'm not gonna sit here and watch you destroy yourself over this shit. You're fuckin' worth it."

You nod slowly, tears still falling. He sits up, sliding his hands under your shirt to gently unwrap the binder. You let out a breath you didnt know you were holding in, feeling your lungs and ribs sing. He grabs his phone from the floor where he dropped it, immediately going onto google to find you everything you need.

A/n: Remember that all of y'all are beautiful no matter who or what you are ^^ my inbox and dms are always open, feel free to request or just talk.

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yelenasdog · 4 years

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it was a pleasure to burn (spencer reid x fem bau!reader)

genre: fluff i think even though the name is v angsty LOL it’s a literal screenplay with the amout of dialogue i wrote LMAO so idk

summary: a particularly rough and disturbing case gets to reader, and spencer and reader are brought together by this.

words: just about 6k (my longest fic ahhHH)

warnings: typical criminal minds gore and violence just up a notch, they get on a plane at the end, somebody gets ~shot~, somebody gets ~bonked~, cursing, mentions of reid’s addiction, and i think that’s it. also the reader wears reading glasses but that’s the only predetermined factor of appearance. btw i don’t think i used any pronouns in this but i apologize if i’m wrong.

a/n: LMFAO i was outside awhile ago celebrating litha with a nice lil hike and i saw a butterfly and i had just started watching cm and was like hMMm... killer who’s obsessed with symmetry??!1??!? y Es. enjoy 😼 EDIT: THERE IS SO MANY PLOT HOLES OMG FBREHJBFHEJFRE IM RBFBRE

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Present Day, Central Park, New York

“Aren’t they just stunning?” The unsub spoke, keeping her eyes trained on the butterfly sitting happily on her finger. The brightly colored creature fluttered off her hand that was dripping scarlet, flying around her curly head of brown hair. Her, formerly white, blood-stained dress flowed around her as she followed it, watching in awe as it soared about. She giggled, plopping down on the grass in the middle of a circle of her victim’s pale, lifeless bodies, all of them with ironically morbid butterflies resting upon the frail skin of the corpses.

“Aren’t they, agents?”

She slanted her green eyes, gripping the grass a little harder. I flicked my tongue over my lips nervously, looking over to the lanky man on my left. He simply shrugged, just about as sure of how to handle the situation just as much as I was.

“If I knew you all were coming, I would have cleaned up, I really would have, I promise.”

We slowly walked towards her, twigs and leaves crunching under our feet. It could have been comparable to a hunter stalking its prey, but it unfortunately was quite the opposite.

6 days earlier, Quantico, Virginia

“3 bodies, all found within the last 48 hours in rural New York. So far, the first body has revealed that although it was dumped upstate, the victim was murdered in the city, and the same most likely goes for the other bodies as well. Nails well manicured, no drugs in the system. They aren't junkies, we’re dealing with upper class citizens.”

My face contorted as I took the photos from Reid’s hands, his large and tanned one surprising me by how soft it felt as it accidentally brushed against mine. I blushed like a madman, looking to see him doing the same thing. I cleared my throat getting Rossi’s attention.

“Why are we only now hearing of this?” I questioned, flipping through the images as I did so, my confusion only growing. I didn’t recieve an answer, leaving my curiosity to bloom.

“Wait, how did you say they were killed again?”

Morgan looked up, taking the photos from me. “He didn’t.”

I sighed, pushing my glasses up on my nose.

“Is there at least any correlation between the bodies and the butterflies?”

Our attention was shifted to JJ, the resident expert on the insects.

“Actually, the ones being found with the bodies are from the Amarynthis family, all native to Latin America. They weren’t there by accident so yes, they’re somehow related.”

Rossi stood up, grabbing his coat.

“Well, none of this is nearly enough for a profile, so pack your bags and tell the others, wheels up in an hour. We’re headed to New York.”

4 days earlier, F.B.I. Field Office, New York, New York

“The final report from the latest victim is in, all the autopsies are clean. They show no signs of struggles, no marks, no blood, no anything. The eyes weren’t bloodshot, so suffocation is ruled out, and that was our best bet.”

I sighed, sliding the case file across the glass table to Spence as I took my seat, sinking into it and allowing myself to be consumed by its warmth.

“So what your saying is that we’re back at square one.”

I looked up at Hotch from where I sat, running my hand through my ponytail.

“Yeah. That’s what I’m saying.”

Just then, the young Doctor spoke up as he flipped through the pages.

“The eyes weren’t just not bloodshot, there was barely any blood left in any of the victims bodies, only about 3% of the volume left. The killer drained them.”

Morgan gave me a shocked expression, silently asking for an explanation.

“Which you failed to mention, Y/n.” Aaron spoke, agitation once again present in his voice.

I looked at the ceiling, crossing my arms in front of me before turning to face Hotch once more.

“Yeah, well, I thought it was obvious when I said no blood.” I stuttered out cautiously.

“On the bodies! Not in the bodies!” Morgan exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air in what was in my opinion, very childish. Everyone else in the room aside from Spencer was either shaking their heads or pinching the bridge of their noses, and reasonably so.

“Look, I’m sorry I just didn’t see it in the report, plus, In the scheme of things, it just doesn’t seem to matter.”

I soon regretted my words, realizing how ill-fit they were for the current conversation I was having. Spencer looked up, tilting his head.

“Doesn’t seem to matter? How? There’s an endless amount of possibilities now that we know this. If we had known it sooner we probably could have figured out the pattern and caught the one doing this!” He harshly spewed, his voice acting like a crescendo of sorts, quiet and calm and moving towards a loud and violent tone. Tears began to prick at the corners of my eyes and I was starting to feel guilty, not to mention absolutely stupid as could be.

“I’m- I really am sorry guys, truly.”

Hotch locked eyes with me, taking a stern tone that one would usually take with a disobedient child, perhaps even Jack.

“I hope that’s a comfort to you when another body shows up. That’s their blood on your hands.”

I was frozen, the gravity of the situation taking its toll.

In the background I heard him say something to Morgan about a new profile having to be made as there were many new things to be known from this revelation. But it all went in one ear and out the other, just unpleasant white noise.

As I clumsily stumbled out of the room, I felt Reid’s eyes burning holes into the back of my brain. I was quick to turn my head to meet his glance, causing him to look down. I felt bad, the weight on my chest growing heavier from the interaction.

I sat down at my desk, turning on my computer and immediately going to google. I typed in “hypnosis” and let the info trickle in.

About 30 minutes later, I still felt absolutely horrible, but I had also put together a valuable profile in the time that had passed. I shut the newly finished file, blowing an abandoned strand of hair out from my eyes. I had to do a double take when I saw Spencer staring once more, his deep hazel eyes meeting my own. I gave him a small smile before standing up and walking to Hotch’s makeshift New York office. I pushed open the heavy door, placing the folder on his too-clean desk.

“What’s this?” He asked, taking it in his hands.

“My theory about the unsub. I think I know what she’s been doing. You can tell the team if you want, I’m not sure if they would wanna hear it from me. ”

He gave a small smile, pushing the file back over to me.

“You get the team together and I’ll get the local PD caught up. You tell them yourself.”

A few minutes later, everyone except for Reid had gathered in the meeting room. I peeked through the half closed blinds that allowed a line of vision to his desk in an attempt to locate him. He was positioned there, staring blankly at his laptop that appeared to have nothing on the screen. I knocked on the window lightly to catch his attention, his glazed over eyes looking in my direction. I tilted my head at him, silently beckoning him to join me. He only shook his in response, shaggy brown locks swaying back and forth. I sighed, frowning at his action. I turned to the group, clasping my hands in front of me.

“Everyone, this will just be a second if you’ll excuse me.”

With a raised eyebrow from Hotchner and a jab in the direction of Spencer’s workspace, I swiftly walked out of the crowded room.

“Spence, care to join us?” I asked, resting one of my hands against my hip, the other on his orderly desk.

“No, I don’t think I will. I need to try to figure this out before she finds her next victim.”

“What makes you think the unsub is a she?” I searched his eyes that had seemingly become brighter at my piqued interest in his hypothesis.

“Well, the unsub seems to be obsessed with symmetry, all the bodies being found in obscure yet symmetrical positions. This could suggest she had some sort of deep rooted insecurity, possibly from some sort of bullying from growing up in a small town where she was looked at as a superior for subpar looks. She moved to the big city, expecting a big break. Instead she was shunned for being less than average. She grew frustrated and as a result, she began her killing spree. The stresser could have been one too many insults that made her snap. Plus, that would account for the butterflies left on the scenes that are used in modern examples of both femininity and symmetry.”

I smiled widely at his words.

“What- why are you smiling, what are you smiling at?”

I tapped his desk, rolling my bottom lip between my teeth. I headed back towards the conference room, looking over my shoulder.

“Because, I’m glad we’re on the same page, Dr.”

——————

“So, our girl, as Dr. Reid has explained to us, is obsessed with her appearance. She’s an organized killer, no mistakes and no signs of blood or anything of the sort on scene. She has practice, she does this sort of thing every day. She is most likely in the age group of 23-30, and has a job in the cosmetic industry, our guess is in plastic surgery. She probably volunteers weekends at local butterfly sanctuaries or zoos, finding comfort in their perfection that those in her life, or formerly in her life, cannot and could not provide.”

“Which would explain to her easy access to non-native species of the insects. She has an absolute infatuation with symmetry, which yet again, links the butterflies on the crime scene to her MO.”

Spencer and I were vividly explaining our shared theory to the team, as well as local law enforcement. He was excited by his discovery and the lead on the killer, and his energy was contagious.

“She kills without remorse and out of jealousy, picking victims who all have one thing in common.”

Spence pointed to all of the images pasted on the board in the center of the room, all of them split in half and reflected, creating a perfect mirrored portrait.

“They all have perfectly symmetrical faces, as well as strong jawlines and high cheekbones. As most of these victims are models or those searching to start a modeling career, we believe she is luring them in with a photographer trope, promising to make their dreams come true.”

I nodded, taking a moment to study Reid’s own sharp yet somehow soft features. I allowed my eyes to wander over his sunken in, kind, and curious eyes; his pillowy pink lips that are in dire need of some chapstick.

“Agent?”

I turned my head, snapped back to reality by Rossi calling my name.

I gave a tight and quick smile, returning to the topic at hand and tactics to catch the unsub. But of course not before Emily gave me a crooked smile, resulting in me rolling my eyes.

“Physically, she’s nothing special, most likely a mundane appearance or one with quite obvious surgical changes. No in between. Check all of the plastic surgeon offices in the area for both employees who fit our description, as well as a patient who has gotten any serious facial mod operations. Do the same for any weekend volunteers at local zoos and animal sanctuaries, specifically working with any insects.”

It was an NYPD officer then that spoke up this time, raising her hand briefly.

“But, you still haven’t mentioned how she’s killing them?”

“Hypnosis.” Reid and I both spoke at the same time. He looked to his black Converse, sliding his hands into his pockets. I observed the room and all of the skeptical faces filling it.

“Even if it may sound far fetched, we saw no signs of anything that indicated a struggle or even any marks or wounds. This led us to believe that some form of hypnosis was used to allow her an easy kill. This means extra caution will have to be taken when actually handling the unsub. Even though we’re positive she’s using hypnosis, which method she is using to actually kill them after the fact is what we’re unsure of.”

I turned to Spencer, handing off the explanation to him.

“We think that because of her whole thing with symmetry, she wouldn’t want to disturb the natural state of the victims and their faces, even if she would do the same to her own.”

“Which means?” JJ asked, her blue eyes slanted and glossed lips left ajar.

“It means that the unsub wouldn’t want to leave any large marks like stab or gunshot wounds.” I nodded at Prentiss, who had made the assumption, confirming she was correct.

“With her presumed background in plastic surgery, we believe she was able to make small incisions that made no visible scars. We’re having the coroner look back over the bodies as we speak.”

“She drains the body’s blood 97% of the way before closing the holes up. What she does with the blood, we don’t know. Another Eddie Mays, perhaps.”

I looked over to Spencer, raising my brows at his comparison. He was quick to defend himself, shaking his hands left to right and mouthing “No” while simultaneously shaking his head the same way, something he seemed to be doing often as of late.

After we had finished consulting with any officers who had remaining questions, we branched off to conduct our own routine investigations. We found that the only thing they all had in common apart from the symmetrical faces, is that they all had visited the Central Park Zoo in the 24 hours before they were killed. We received a phone call from Garcia not long after we put together those pieces, being alerted that there was one girl who had, in her words, “Hit every mark there was to hit, sunshine.”

“Her name is Alessia Copelas, she works weekdays as a surgeon's assistant at Premier Cosmetic, and weekends at Central Park Zoo from 4-8 p.m.”

I smiled at the new info from the blonde bombshell known as Penelope, turning to Reid who was still looking at me quizzically.

“Alright, thanks babes, you’re the best.” I spoke into the phone, a comical “Mwah!” made from either side as we hung up.

He shook his head, keeping the odd look on his face.

“I swear, you guys have a weirder relationship than her and Morgan.”

I laughed, sliding my phone into my back pocket.

“Oh, please, Spence.” I gingerly placed a hand on his cheek, patting it twice.

“You’re just jealous.” I made a pouty face, letting my hand linger before walking off. “Come on, we’re going on a field trip.”

“Where to?” He asked, gripping the door frame, using it as leverage to swing himself closer to me. He took long and quick strides, catching up to me in no time.

“You like animals, right?”

———————

4 Days Earlier, Central Park Zoo, New York

As soon as we entered the zoo, our ears were filled with the sounds of the loud screeches of birds and monkeys alike. Reid covered his ears, cringing and making his displeasure known with an “Ahh!”

I smiled at his geeky behavior, admiring the animals in the enclosures. I paid special attention to a particularly impressive species of tarantula, leaning down to admire them. A few moments later I looked to my left and saw Spencer doing the same thing.

“Did you know that arachnids have asthma which is why they don’t run for extended periods of time, similarly to cheetahs?”

“Yes I did.”

His face scrunched up in an adorable manner, causing an involuntary giggle to fall past my lips.

“Well did you know that-“

“Ma’am?”

I turned to see a young woman with flaming red hair and a freckled face smiling at me, her green collared uniform top complimenting her eyes of a different shade wonderfully.

“Oh, hi, I’m Agent Y/l/n and this is Dr. Reid, we’re with the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI.”

Her expression shifted to a more confused one, her smile not leaving her face.

“What can I do for you two?”

“Is there an Alessia Copelas that works here, maybe volunteers on the weekends?” Spencer asked, his puppy dog eyes immediately warranting a response.

“Yeah, she volunteers here, she seems nice. Is she helping with an investigation?”

“Well we think that she may have some part in a series of murders.”

Her smile disappeared this time, turning into a cement frown as panic flooded her body.

“Oh God, was she- Is she a killer? Have I been working with a killer for all this time? I mean, I never had any shifts with her but from what I heard I thought she was so sweet-“

“Look,”

Reid glanced down to her name tag that read “Lillian” before meeting her eyes. His tongue darted out, licking his lips, a nervous habit of his I’d picked up on.

“Lillian, we aren’t sure if she’s the killer we just needed to get a feel on her and get some information regarding her personal life.”

She started frantically nodding her head, more trying to convince herself she was okay rather than ourselves. I looked over her shoulder at some exhibits, thinking to myself how this would end up being a waste of our time if this poor girl couldn’t get a grip on herself.

I was soon proven wrong when I looked over to see a young girl wearing an identical uniform to Lillian, probably somewhere between 23 and 24. She had untamed chocolate locks with bangs that stopped just above the shoulder, blemishes covering her T-Zone, and a rounded face to go with it.

The cherry on top? Under her arm she carried a small enclosure with what appeared to be amarynthis meneria, the same butterflies found on the victims.

I tapped Reid on the shoulder once as discreetly as possible, catching his attention. I heard him mutter a small “Oh God” before he told Lillian to walk away calmly and quickly. She ignored his request, turning to look at Alessia, letting out a blood curdling scream and sprinting the other direction.

“Shit.” I cursed, beginning to walk towards Alessia, Spencer by my side. I smiled at her, trying to appear friendly. Reid spoke up as we got closer.

“Hello, do you by any chance-“

wham!

“Spence!” I exclaimed, reaching down to help him up from where he had fallen from being whacked by the 4’2 pyscho that was Alessia Copelas.

“Did she get away?”

I turned to see her gone, the only sign she was even here being the forming bruise on the Dr’s face.

“Yeah. She did. I’m sorry, Reid, that was really stupid of me.” He shook his head, running his own hand over the raw skin.

“It’s fine, I would have done the same for you.” He looked up, and I wasn’t sure if it was my school-girl esque crush on him or the fact I just had another experience with a serial killer, but my heart was racing nonetheless.

————————

F.B.I. Field Office, New York, New York, 1 Day Earlier

The stress levels in the room were high.

Despite our best efforts, several more bodies had been found, New York’s narcissists were in a state of panic, and the spirits of the BAU were down to say the least.

“What? Are you kidding me?” I exclaimed, looking at Hotch in disbelief.

He rolled his chocolate eyes, fanning the folder containing the new information we had gathered on Alessia.

“I wish I was, Y/n. She’s off the grid completely, her apartment is empty, phone and credit cards have been deactivated, and the surgeon’s office hasn’t heard from her for 5 days. And the media has decided to give her the name ‘Butterfly Baron’, so she’s probably been fueled even further. We need a new lead before she strikes again.”

I scoffed, standing up and pushing my chair away.

“This is unbelievable. How many times do we have to reinforce the idea to local PD! Especially when the unsub is a self absorbed psycho, do not give them a name! God, I really cannot fathom this.”

I reached up, letting my hair down from where I had messily thrown it up upon my arrival to work that morning.

I stormed out of the room, my heels clicking behind me. I ignored Hotch’s calling of my name, making my way to the closest restroom.

I went in, locking the door behind him. I ran my hands through my roots, tugging just enough to where it hurt.

Turning the water to the left all the way, I splashed it from the stream leaving the faucet on to my face. I scratched my fingernails against the skin, wiping away the tears that had escaped.

“This is all your fault, y/n.” I whispered at myself in the mirror, doing my absolute best to engrain the message in my brain. I had my head hung in shame when a knock rang out.

“Y/n?”

It was Spencer. My mind started going a million miles a minute, thinking about why he could be there. With my voice raised a few octaves, I tried to scrape up a response.

“I’ll be out in a few, Spence.”

It was quiet for a split second, leaving me to foolishly dance around the idea that he had left me to wallow in my sorrowful thoughts.

“Y/n, Hotch wanted me to check on you. Are you ok?”

My heart slightly sank at the idea that he might’ve just come to check on me because he himself was worried. I discarded the thought, bringing myself back.

“Y/n can you please answer me? If you don’t open the door I’m gonna send in JJ or Emily.”

I sighed, wiping under my eyes where my mascara had smudged, begrudgingly walking over to the door. Just as my hand landed on the silver handle, his voice that was constantly playing in my head echoed out once more.

“Y/n, please? I need to know you’re okay. I’ll come in there myself.”

A soft smirk graced my face as I turned the handle to reveal a worried looking Spencer.

“Y/n, oh God, you had me worried.”

He was quiet when he spoke and his hair looked messy, like he had been running his slender fingers through it in a stress filled state.

I sniffled, attempting to still keep back tears that were still threatening to spill.

“I’m alright, Spencer. Really, I’m fine.”

He gave me a small smile, his eyes meeting my own.

“I know, it’s just that when I had my Diludad problem,” he hesitated.

“I would lock myself in bathrooms to shoot up, and I know you aren’t having a problem like that but I just was worried about you- what are you doing?”

I cut off his rambling by throwing my arms around his middle. He tensed, but quickly melted. He wrapped his strong arms around my shoulders and my waist, laying his head on mine.

“Y/n, I promise you, you’re doing your absolute best to stop Alessia. We wouldn’t even be where we are right now if you hadn’t made the connections. Those deaths are not your fault.”

My tears finally began to cascade like a waterfall, staining his shirt.

“I know, but it’s just like it is all my fault! I could have paid closer attention, or-or, I could have went after her at the zoo, it’s all my fucking fault, Reid.”

I sobbed into his shirt, my hand gripping his shirt like my life depended on it. Like if I let go I would fall into a deep, deep, endless hole.

His hand on my waist moved up to cradle my head.

“It’s not, I promise you-“

He was cut off mid sentence by the ringing of his phone.

“I am so, so sorry-”

I pulled away, breifly touching under my nose with my wrist, then moving a hair behind my ear.

“Nope, it’s fine, don’t worry.” Our words almost had overlapped each other as we clambered to fight the tension that had risen. I closed my eyes, tilting my head up, thinking about how unprofessional yet intimate our previous position had been. How wrong, yet how right it felt.

I kept running the moment through my head, the feeling of his warm figure encasing mine on replay.

His phone call played as background noise to the film playing in my brain, his voice calming me to an extent.

“Yeah, we’re on our way. Thanks, Morgan.”

He closed the phone with a snap, also snapping me out of my trance, putting the movie on pause.

“They’ve got a hit. Copelas was seen dropping by her old apartment.”

And for the first time since that Goddamn case had started, I smiled genuinely.

“Let’s go get her.”

————————

15 Minutes Prior, Central Park, New York

“Hotch?”

“Yes?” He looked back from where he was driving, following our lead in a rushed manner.

“What will we do if she...” I trailed off.

“Hypnotizes one of us?” He finished for me. I nodded solemnly.

The look on his face was conflicted and it took him a moment to come up with a response.

“We kill her before we have to kill one of our team members.”

He saw a look of uncertainty on my face and spoke up once more.

“And that’s an order.”

I nodded again, making eye contact with him through the rear view mirror. I fell back into my seat, closing my eyes briefly.

After a few more minutes on the road, we had arrived.

The doors all slammed to the SUVs, one after the other as we stepped out.

“The letter said that she would be here, somewhere here.”

The voice of Morgan was channeling through my earpiece, referring to the letter found at her apartment that she had left just for us.

“We ordered evac on citizens, correct?”

The unsure voice of JJ was also heard through the earpiece, her uncertainty quite unusual to hear.

“Yes, it was the first thing we did, Jayj.”

I whispered, a sly smirk from Spencer forming at my behavior.

“Oh shut up.”

“I didn’t even say anything!”

snap!

Our senses adapted, becoming dialed to 11 at the sound of a twig snapping under someone's feet.

“Was that you?” I mouthed to Spencer. He shook his head no and I silently cursed to whatever force was listening.

I nodded, which he then reciprocated, the pair of us slowly walking towards the source of the sound after he did.

“They’re going to remember me, I’ll go down in history.”

The voice was sing-songy and quiet, floating through the air. I took a shaky breath, continuing my steady pace.

My breathing momentarily halted soon after.

Different variations of “Oh my God”s, and loud gasps from almost everyone on the team flooded my ear canal at the horrifying sight in front of us.

Red. So much of it.

“Guys, I think we know what she’s been doing with the bodies’ blood.”

“No shit.” I muttered under my breath.

She was bathed in the blood, it looked like something straight out of a horror movie.

“Alright everyone, I want you to approach her as quietly as possible, Morgan, if you get the chance, corner her.”

Hotch’s voice was a stark contrast to her own, Derek’s response all the same.

—————————

Present Day, Central Park, New York

“But Agents, you still haven’t answered my question. They’re beautiful, aren’t they?”

“Alessia Copeleas, FBI, come on, get up, lets go.”

Derek’s voice was stern, not asking, but demanding that Alessia come with us.

“I’m afraid I just can’t do that, Agents.”

She stood up abruptly, causing all of our weapons to rise. The sun reflected off of the silver metal of Reid’s gun, sparkling in a stunning way that caught me off guard.

We all were trying to act as if we were in total control of the situation, but we could tell that us nor Copelas really believed that. Her words were her weapon, and this was the one time where words could hurt, but sticks and stones had virtually no power.

“Take another step and we will have no hesitation to fire.”

She smirked, rolling her eyes.

“If you do, will I be famous you think? You think they’ll hear about me back home?”

Her curls softly blew in the wind, making her appear almost harmless, maybe even endearing, if it wasn’t for the hardening coat of human blood soaking her clothes and seeping from her skin.

“Is that what you want? The kids back home and everyone here to hear about you? You want ‘Butterfly Baron’ written on every billboard in Times Square, your picture painted in museums, films to be made in your honor?” Reid was the one who spoke up this time, his voice remaining strong. Her eyes shone with a sickening excitement at what he said.

“You want to be famous?”

She nodded vigorously.

“Too bad.”

My eyes widened, surprised at the detour the conversation had taken.

“What-what do you mean?”

“Please, the only thing people will hear about is a sad, boring little girl from a small town who killed to feel better about herself. They’ll forget about you in a week, who knows, maybe they’ll even grow an infatuation with your town, someone you went to school with may get as lucky as to catch their big break!” He laughed, while Alessia looked absolutely devastated.

“You? You’ll be a nobody.”

“That’s not true! I’ll go down in history, and they won’t! I’m the fucking butterfly baron for hells sake! All these people?” She gestured towards her field of bodies.

“You won’t remember their names, maybe not even their pretty faces, but me? I’ll live forever.”

Her nostrils flared and she strode over to Reid with purpose. The safety on my glock clicked off, but Spencer motioned for me to wait. So I did.

“You know, Agent-“

“It’s Doctor.”

This visibly agitated her even more as she started her sentence over again.

“Doctor, you have a beautiful bone structure. Absolutely perfect. Symmetrical, not to mention just flat out stunning.”

A glaze formed over Spencer’s honey eyes at her words. He lowered his gun momentarily before turning towards me, Copelas doing the same.

“And you, Agent. Wow. I feel like I’m in an art exhibit, you’re gorgeous. I think the Doctor man here would agree.”

As he lifted his revolver at me, the situation became all too real as I understood what was happening.

I either had to shoot the man that I was struggling to admit I was beginning to love, or died at the hands of the very same man.

Tears flooded my eyes, all safeties were turned down, and all guns were pointed at Reid.

“Spence, please.”

My voice was weak, something that seemed to bring Alessia lots of joy.

She laughed before talking again, commanding Spencer.

“Pathetic, really! Spence”, she mocked,“shoot her.”

“No!”

bang!

whack!

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Present Day, Somewhere In The Sky, The Jet

I opened my eyes from where I had been tackled to the ground by Hotch, surveying my surroundings to see Alessia laying on the grass, the source of her gunshot wound non-distinguishable from the previous blood on her body.

I looked to the right to see where Spencer had crumpled to, his frame bent in a discombobulated position.

“Spencer!” I cried out, crawling over to him like some sort of dog,

“What happened to him?”

“Y/n, he was going to shoot you-“

“I don’t care you should have let him!”

I cradled his head in my lap, allowing my pent up tears to fall.

“Y/n?”

My eyes snapped open for real this time, my mind calmed at the sight of Spencer sitting next to me on the couch, gently shaking my shoulder in an attempt to wake me from my nightmare.

“Spencer! Sorry, was I too loud?”

He chuckled, gesturing to the rest of the sleeping plane around us.

“You’re fine, I wasn’t sleeping, I decided to reread ‘Fahrenheit 451’ for nostalgia purposes. And you weren’t that loud, you just looked like you were having a bad dream.”

I chuckled at the not-so outlandish idea in an attempt to diminish it from his mind and move on.

“I’m fine. But fun fact, I did have nightmares after reading ‘The Veldt’. Seriously, I don’t get how you can just reread Bradbury’s stuff all the time.”

The genius scoffed, starting a rant on how Ray Bradbury’s storytelling was just classic literature and deserved to be reread, thus successfully changing the topic as I hoped my statement would. Although soon after, he caught on much quicker than I would have liked him to.

“And not to mention, The Veldt alone could be seen as a forewarning to the 21st century and beyond, even Bradbury himself supported that interpretation-‘

I gave him a tired smile, enjoying his rambling like I always did.

“-and you totally just got me to change the subject.”

“I was wondering when you were gonna catch up.”

“Hey!”

He laughed as I rested my head on my hand, trying to fall back asleep.

“Really, I can tell those nightmares are bad. What’s going on?” He questioned, his tone empathetic and compassionate.

“It’s nothing, Reid. I just keep seeing in the park, when Alessia got shot and you-you got hurt but instead of getting up like you did in real life, you just…”

I trailed off, not wanting to relive the negative dream any longer for fear of the tears that were pricking my eyes escaping.

“It’s okay, that didn’t happen, I’m right here.”

He pulled me into a hug, allowing me to bury my head in the crook of his neck, his warmth consuming me once more, a sequel to the film from earlier.

“I know, but what if it hadn’t?” I asked as I pulled away.

He shook his head, reaching for his wallet.

“In this job, this course of work, we can’t focus on ‘what if’s’. In this job, we also get nightmares, all of us. It happens.”

He slid a picture over to me, it was of a happy family. The edges were worn from years of being carried, but the picture seemed loved.

“Gideon gave me that when my nightmares started. He told me about how those families we save everyday, and how that’s what makes what we do worth it. And I know you didn’t know Gideon personally, or the work on the specific case with that family, but I want you to have it anyway-“

I cut him off by throwing my arms around his neck, attempting to speak despite being muffled by his fluffy sweater.

“Thank you, Spence. Truly.”

I smiled, and I imagined he was doing the same.

“No problem y/n. Anytime.”

I moved my legs over to be tucked underneath my arms, leaning into Reid. He wrapped his arm around me, also leaning in. We both managed to fall asleep for the remainder of the ride in our state of content, but not before he managed to sleepily call out my name.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“When we land do you wanna go on a date or somethin’?”

I smiled at him, separating from his form just long enough to see that beautiful face of his.

“Without a doubt.”

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AHAHAHHAHAHAHA I’M WAY TOO HAPPY WITH THAT LMAOOO but anyway chile-

i don’t have some long ass paragraph to write this time omg wig, i’m just proud asf of my work for once (except for the zoo part ngl kinda didn’t like it😳)

😛✨vibes✨ love u, xx hj

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Y/N

It was the morning after lockdown and you were carrying equipment to the service lift in the hotel the guys had been investigating so Jay could load the van outback. You walk into the ballroom to pick up the last camera only to jump seeing Zak flirting with one of the hotel staff he'd interviewed yesterday.

'Oh shit, sorry, I'm here for the camera,' you mumble, keeping your head down low.

You grab the camera and make a beeline out of the room. It wasn't that you were a prude, but you and Zak had hooked up a few times until you grew sick of being another piece on the side and called it off. Zak couldn't fire you because a) the network loved you and b) he couldn't risk losing Aaron who was your twin. Zak had taken to annoying you, trying to get under your skin and had come close a few times to break you. He'd started off all friendly, but the second you bruised his ego you were prime target number one.

You put the camera down in the lift next to some other equipment and go to pull the shutter down when you see Zak coming towards you. As much as you wanted to leave without him you couldn't.

'Were you jealous back there y/n?' Zak sniggers, closing the lift shutters and presses the basement button.

You bite your lip, 'not really, I mean yes she's pretty if you like plastic surgery, fake tan and a bad bleach job. Jay asked me to grab all the cameras and I did apologise for interrupting.'

Before Zak can say something snarky the lift shudders, the light above flickers before it comes to a complete stop. You grip onto the bar to keep yourself upright and take a few deep breaths.

'For the record, I blame you for getting us trapped in here y/n,' Zak states, walking over to the assistance button.

You roll your eyes and grab your walkie talkie, 'real mature Zak.'

You hear static on the other end before your brother's voice comes through, sis, where are you? Have you seen Zak?'

'Yeah, I'm trapped in the service lift with the prince of darkness himself. Can you find someone to come and get us out,' you answer both his questions.

'Hang in tight,' Aaron responds before the walkie talkie dies.

You slide down the wall and decide to check the equipment in case any was damaged when the lift shuddered. It was one way to ignore Zak whose eyes were staring a hole in your skull. Luckily nothing seemed damaged.

Taking out your phone you see a message off Connor, the guy you'd gone on a couple of dates with asking how the lockdown went, and if you wanted to meet for coffee when back in Vegas.

'Is that the Connor guy Aaron talks about?' Zak asks.

You nod, 'Aaron's spoken about him, why? He's only met him once.'

Zak shrugs his shoulders, 'I think Aaron found out about our hookups because he made it clear Connor was good for you and I needed to stay away to give you a real shot at happiness.'

Your eyes widen at the thought of your brother knowing about you and Zak. Zak couldn't commit, but that didn't mean you regretted your time together, you just grew wary and decided to move on.

'I don't regret us, Zak, we did have some quite personal intimate moments, I just grew tired of waiting for something you can't give me. Don't listen to my brother, you also deserve happiness,' you speak up.

Zak smiles weakly, 'sorry if I've been a dick to you recently, you deserve someone who can give you a normal life. I always knew you were too good for me.'

You chuckle, 'if you could have given that to me Zak I would have stayed. Maybe we can go back to being equals and holding civil conversations.'

Zak nods, 'I'd like that very much, Miss Goodwin.'

Just then the lift comes back to life and since Zak was standing he falls forwards on top of you knocking the air out of your lungs.

'Geesh people think it's all muscle, but you've put on some weight Mr Bagans,' you mock, squirming beneath him.

Zak gets back to his feet and helps you up pouting, 'if you weren't good with cameras and Aaron's twin I'd have fired you for calling your boss fat.'

You roll your eyes and push him playfully, 'game on Zak.'

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Truth or Drink: A Run!BTS Special Part 6

Taehyung x Reader

Genre/Rate: 18+, fluff, crack

Summary: You and your husband play truth or drink for Run BTS.

Warnings: Some sexual questions.

WC: 1.6K

“Nice to have you both here to play this game for Run BTS,” the producer started. “How are you feeling?”

“I’d say that I’m ready,” you replied.

“I’m a little nervous but not too much,” Taehyung added.

“Ok, I just have a few introductory questions before we start,” the producer continued. “How long have the two of you been together?”

“We just had our 9 year anniversary,” you grinned.

“And how did you meet?”

“We were set up on a blind date by a mutual friend,” Taehyung said.

“Yep,” you and Taehyung responded at the same time.

“Y/N, why don’t you start with the first question?”

“Alright,” you nodded, reaching out and grabbing a card. “Would you ever want me to have cosmetic surgery or plastic surgery, and on what part of my body and why?”

“I would want you to get a breast reduction because you’ve been complaining about the stress that they put on your back,” Taehyung answered.

“You suffer from back pain Y/N?” The producer asked.

“And it’s really painful for her some days so I would want to reduce that for you,” Taehyung said.

“I might look into it, we’ll see,” you shrugged. “Your turn.”

“What is the most sexually adventurous thing you’d let me do to you?” He questioned.

“I’m taking the shot,” you replied as you reached for the soju.

“Is that your way of saying that you’d let me do anything to you?” Taehyung inferred.

“This is my way of not answering the question because it’s embarrassing,” you giggled before swallowing down the alcohol.

“Honestly, I’ve been able to convince her to try some things that I never thought she would,” Taehyung muttered as he turned to look directly at the camera.

“You’re so embarrassing,” you whined.

“I wasn’t about to take a shot when I didn’t have to,” he laughed. “For a kink that I’d like to try, I would love to have more mirror sex. I’ve been trying to convince Y/N-ah to let me put a mirror on our bedroom ceiling but she won’t let me.”

“Because that’s weird!” You exclaimed. “Our kids come into our room too sometimes!”

“But they don’t know what it’s for,” Taehyung pointed out. “They’re kids.”

“Kids who are gonna be adults eventually and realize why their parents had a mirror on their ceiling!” You shot back. “Just ask the next question so that we can move on from this, please.”

“Fine,” he huffed as he took a new card. “Who’s your bias in BTS?”

“I actually double bias Jin and Jiminie,” you revealed. “I love their voices.”

“Taehyung, how do you feel about that?” The producer wondered.

“Eh, it doesn’t bother me at all,” he shrugged. “I’m the one who fucks her every night so who cares who her bias is?”

“Tae!” You shouted, lifting your foot and kicking his knee underneath the table.

“Ow!”

“You’re disgusting,” you whined as you grabbed a card. “If we were to break up, do you think you’d be the one getting dumped or would I?”

“Oh, it would definitely be me,” Taehyung laughed.

“You think I’d leave you?” You asked.

“No, I think you’d just have a lot less patience to deal with me if I were messing up than if it were reversed and you were the one messing up,” he elaborated.

“I don’t know. I mean, I’ve put up with you for all these years already,” you teased him, making him roll his eyes playfully.

“Whatever. Here’s the next question,” he began. “Do you regret having so many children?”

“I can answer this but I think I need a courage shot first,” you murmured as you reached for the soju again. Taehyung watched quietly as you poured the drink and then quickly swallowed it before you took a deep breath. “The answer is yes and no.”

“Why?”

“It’s no because I love our kids,” you began. “Being their mama and seeing them grow and learn has been one of the greatest joys of my life. However, it’s also yes because having them has taken so much out of me. My pregnancy with Spencer was pretty easy but delivering her was terrible, same thing with Eli, and with the twins, carrying them was so difficult on my body and I literally had to get cut open in order for them to come out. Add to all of that the fact that over the last 6 years, I’ve been pregnant for almost half of that. It’s a lot to deal with.”

“Taehyung has always been vocal about his desire for a large family,” the producer said. “Did you feel pressure from him to have four children?”

“I don’t think pressure would be the right word but I knew that he wanted a lot of kids,” you responded. “But if I didn’t want them, I wouldn’t have had them and he knows that. I guess I just underestimated how hard it would be on my psyche to have them.”

“Taehyung, do you want more kids?” The producer asked him.

“Can I drink to that?”

“Sure, if you feel the need to,” the producer shrugged and Taehyung nodded before grabbing the bottle of soju. You watched in slight annoyance as he drunk his shot before placing the glass back onto the table.

“Moving on,” you sighed. “If I pass away, how long will you wait to get another girlfriend?”

“Uh, I don’t know,” he shrugged. “It would probably be at least a few years though, because I know that I’d be heartbroken if something happened to you. God forbid.”

“I wouldn’t be mad if you dated someone new or even remarried,” you told him. “Plus, you’d need help with the kids and I wouldn’t want you guys to be alone.”

“Hey, we are not gonna have this conversation,” Taehyung laughed. “I don’t even wanna try to think of a world without you in it. I love you too much.”

“I love you too Tae,” you cooed, reaching out and rubbing his cheek with your hand. “It’s your go.”

“If there was one thing you could say to me right now that you’ve been keeping from me, what would it be?” He inquired.

“I haven’t been keeping anything from you,” you shrugged as you reached to grab a new card. “Has our relationship changed over time?”

“I’d say that it has,” Taehyung said. “We started dating almost 10 years ago and neither of us was that mature yet so over the years, we’ve both grown a lot and I think that’s noticeable in the way that we interact now.”

“I agree, we did kind of grow up together,” you nodded. “I remember when we first got married and had to do some paper work to put both of our names on some stuff, you said that you felt like such a grown up.”

“I did,” Taehyung laughed. “I always thought that getting married would mean that I was an adult but the two of us definitely continued to grow together even after that.”

“Isn’t it insane when you think back on everything that has happened over the years, and it all seems like it was just yesterday that we even met?” You wondered.

“It’s crazy,” he agreed. “I love it though. Now, come on. We have one question left. Have you ever seriously considered breaking up with me?”

“I have a few times,” you admitted.

“When?” The producer asked.

“We rarely have serious arguments but when we do, they’re usually pretty bad and that’s when I’ve thought about it before,” you said.

“What makes you change your mind?”

“As cheesy as it may sound, the love that I have for this man does,” you smiled. “In spite of anything negative that either of us may say or do, I know Taehyung’s heart and I know how much he loves and cares for me. Everything that he does, he does with me and the kids in mind and all of that makes it impossible for me to want to leave him. He’s truly my best friend and my partner.”

“You’re my best friend too jagi,” Taehyung grinned widely. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” you smiled, leaning over the table and kissing him softly.

“Well, that’s a wrap,” the producer announced. “Thank you for coming to play this game with us.”

“Thanks for having us,” Taehyung replied with a nod and a smile before looking back at you. “What do you want to do now? Your parents still have the kids until tomorrow.”

“Can we go home, open a bottle of wine, and pretend to watch a movie until you con me into having sex with you?” You requested.

“It’s not a con if you enjoy screaming my name jagi,” he smirked, yelping in pain when you kicked him in the knee again.

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