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allthingswhumpyandangsty · 6 days

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Reblog if you love AO3 and appreciate their volunteers who are working harder than God, fighting battle after battle, making sure the place that is a safe space for every fandom is staying up and running for all of us

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babeydollx · 5 months

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🎀🎄 Kinkmas 2023 🎄🎀

So, I was going to do Kinkcember but, since I already know I won't be able to do all 31 days this month because of my schedule, I decided I would do Kinkmas instead. So, I will not be starting Kinkmas until December 14th. This way the 12th day will end on December 25th.

I will list below what I will be doing for all 12 days. (Dec. 14th-25th)

!THIS IS NOT THE MASTERLIST! JUST A HEADS UP/NOTICE!

01. BREEDING ♡ Billy Hargrove (dec 14th)

02. TIT FUCKING ♡ Damon Salvatore (dec. 15th)

03. THIGH RIDING ♡ William Afton (dec. 16th)

04. VIRGINITY ♡ Steve Harrington (dec. 17th)

05. NIPPLE PIERCINGS ♡ JJ Maybank (dec. 18th)

06. PRAISE KINK ♡ Mike Schmidt (dec. 19th)

07. SQUIRTING ♡ Maddy Perez (dec. 20th)

08. CHOKING + SPITTING + HAIR PULLING ♡ Eddie Munson (dec. 21st)

09. DEGRADING KINK ♡ Dean Winchester (dec. 22nd)

10. HICKEYS ♡ Sarah Cameron (dec. 23rd)

11. ROUGH SEX ♡ Kai Parker (dec. 24th)

12. ROLEPLAY ♡ Rafe Cameron (dec. 25th)

I will be posting other Christmas fics before December 25th and while I am doing Kinkmas so stay tuned for that too, xoxo 💗

#kinkmas #kinkmas 2023 #smut #fics #fic #smut writing #smut fic #writing #fanfic #fanfics #fanfic writing #writing challange #notice #writing notice #kinkmas challange

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ficnation · 1 year

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Withering Wildflowers - Daryl x Reader

Prompt: a bouquet of flowers

Word count: 864

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Gender Neutral! Reader

Warnings: pure angst, usual twd themes (e.g. descriptive gore, use of weapons, violence, cursing), major character's death

A/n: This is a piece for @the-slumberparty writing challenge week 1! I'm so sorry I'm posting it right now, but I've just realized it was sitting in my drafts for weeks :") Enjoy some angst!

☁ 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☁ || ☁ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐗𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☁

You were withering like the bouquet of flowers he left on your bedside table almost two weeks ago. Your skin lost its glow, greying like the petals of the wildflowers. Your limbs felt too heavy for your body, and your hair framed your face sticking to your sweaty skin.

Life was unforgiving for Daryl. He’s already lost so much—his family, friends, brother, and the life he used to know. Now, the world wanted to take you—the person he loved the most on this miserable fucking planet—away from him.

He sat beside you on the bed, holding your weak hand and pressing it against his cheek, trying to make you feel less alone.

“Daryl, I don’t want you to do it,” you rasped out, fingers brushing over his stubbled chin. You tried to meet his eyes, but you were afraid you’d break down right there in front of him, and he didn’t need to know how scared you were to die or worse—become one of those things.

“Not gonna let ya turn,” he mumbled out, leaving a soft kiss on the tips of your fingers. “It has to be me.”

He was calm, almost too calm now, after he lashed out at everyone that tried to talk to him about your condition and what to do about it. The anger subsided, making space for the fear, grief and agony the prospect of losing you brought. He didn’t want you to see it on his face and feel even worse. He just wanted to make your last moments peaceful and make sure you knew how loved you truly were and how much he’ll miss you—how much they’ll all miss you.

“Can ya at least look me in the eyes?” Daryl’s gruff voice sounded from beside you again, but the only thing you could do was shake your head and look down. The tears fell freely down your sunken cheeks. “Hey, c’mon, jus’ look at me,” he pleaded. He reached out, taking your face in his hands. “I know yer afraid.”

His last words got your attention, and you looked up, meeting his baby blue irises. “I’m dying, Daryl. It’s fucking terrifying, but…” you paused, taking a deep breath in to steady your voice, “leaving you scares me even more.” You didn’t burst into sobs; you had no more tears left to cry.

“I’m gonna be alright, ya know that. I promised ya.”

Daryl leaned in, leaving a gentle kiss on your lips. It took him a long moment to pull away. He wanted to cherish the kiss, but all he could focus on was the roughness of your lips that were once the definition of softness—always making him think of the delicacy of flower petals. It was another reminder of the state you were in—closer to death than you ever were.

“Can I ask you to do something for me? One last time,” you whispered, looking at him sadly.

Daryl knew you could read him and his thoughts like a book. He cast his gaze down shamefully, nodding his head to agree that he’d grant your wish. Why couldn’t he pretend just for a little while that everything was going to be okay? Why did he have to remind you and himself that you’d soon stop being you? He despised himself for it and for lying to you. He’d never be okay without you there.

“Can you pick some fresh flowers for me?” You looked at the bouquet by your side with a melancholic smile. “They’re withering.”

Daryl snorted quietly, “Since when do ya care ’bout a bunch of wildflowers?” His response made the grimace on your face become a genuine smile. He could swear his heart thumped madly at the sight—just like the day he saw it for the first time. “I’ll get ’em for ya, darlin’.”

The archer got up from the bed and rolled his shoulders to loosen them up. If you wanted flowers, he’d go to hell and back to get you some goddamn flowers; he’d rip them out of walkers’ hands if it came to that. Daryl glanced at you again thoroughly before he leaned over and pressed his lips against yours in a longing kiss. His fingers smoothed down your hair before he pulled away.

“I’ll be back real soon. I promise.”

You only needed to give her a slow nod for her to understand that it was time. She took the gun out of her waistband and stepped to your side, one of her hands reaching out to grasp yours. Carol knew how terrified you were, standing eye to eye with death itself, and she knew how Daryl would’ve never forgiven himself for being the one on the other side of that gaze; that’s why she agreed to your plan—to make it all less insufferable.

The moment you heard the front door slamming shut, you called out for Carol.

The woman barged into the room, her eyes murky with sadness and unshed tears.

Her hand was steady, holding the weapon against the side of your head. “Just look at the flowers, sweetheart,” she whispered.

“Thank you, Carol,” you mumbled out, your eyes glued to the bouquet of withering wildflowers.

@whiskeypowder @hopefulatrocity @witheringblooddemon @humanmistakes @yttricuz @twdeadlysins @donttelltheelff @spidergirla5 @depressedfrog2 @tuttifuckinfruttifriday @wonderful-writer @sexyseabass @sweetpotatospock @witchygagirl

#the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #twd #the walking dead amc #writing challange #the slumber party #daryl dixon #twd daryl #daryl x reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x you #the walking dead x you #twd x reader #twd x gender neutral reader #daryl dixon x gender neutral reader

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 11 months

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Athelas Drabble Challenge - Storm

Pairing: Fëanor x Maedhros

Themes: Angst

Warnings: Mentions of storms, ships sinking, drownings

Wordcount: 300 words

Summary: After taking the swan ships for himself and those that follow him, Fëanor and the rest find themselves caught in a storm.

Rules and tag form here.

The waves were unlike anything he had ever seen before. They rose higher and higher, swallowing entire ships whole, pulling them and the elves that crewed them to the darkness beneath the roiling sea. All that was left were bits of splintered wood floating in the water. The storm dogged them every inch of the way, its fury unrelenting and unforgiving. Ossë loved the Teleri, and his rage was a terrible thing to behold.

Another ship listed and sank to the murky depths. And another. And another. Fëanor could do nothing but hold on for dear life and watch helplessly as ship after ship yielded to the powers of one greater than he.

Lighting split the inky black sky like a lance. The wind howled and hammered at the remaining ships, threatening to drag them all under. Someone cried out for orders. Perhaps it was one of his sons. Fëanor could not tell anyone apart amidst the chaos. He kept listening, hoping and praying Uinen would sing and soothe her husband's rage.

It never happened. There were no haunting melodies, no otherworldly song to temper the storm. They were alone, and no one was coming to their aid.

Someone cried out again. Maedhros this time, Fëanor was certain of it.

"Orders, father!" Maedhros fought his way to his father. "We need orders!"

Fëanor did not know what to say. He looked into the eyes of the others and found words failing him. Maedhros grabbed him by the collar and shook him, his eyes bright with fear. "Say something, father!"

Another cry greeted them. "The sky is clearing! Look!"

The skies were indeed clearing, but the news gave him no cheer. Dread soon coiled within Fëanor's belly like a snake. Their trials were not over. This storm was just the beginning.

#Fëanor #Fëanor angst #maedhros #maedhros angst #fëanor imagine #maedhros imagine #the silm #the silmarillion #the silm imagine #Ossë #trabble #athelasdrabblechallenge #writing challange #writeblr #fanfiction #💫whimsy's shenanigans #💫a world of whimsy writes

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animar64 · 4 months

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For Real

WordPress Prompters asked us to describe a man ” who has positively impacted your life ” and I nearly died because that’s pretty bold of anyone to think that we ALL have a man- or a woman who has positively impacted our life. The thing of it is, when you have had one or two people literally shred your life to bits it cheapens the best things that anyone has ever done for us. That’s why…

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#dailyprompt #dailyprompt-2156 #writing challange #writing prompts 2023

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bluerosefox · 1 year

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Consorthood Via Combat

Okay I know we all love the headcanon that Danny becomes the King of the Infinite Realms after defeating Pariah Dark in a 'Keep what you kill' kind of way, only its not kill but defeat in combat, but what if Danny's future consort/husband/wife is chosen the same way.

Like what if Danny is dating one of the Bats (can be anyone tbh from any fandom, I just love the batfam) and they've been dating in secret for a while and knows each other's identities. The one he's dating even knows about the King thing as well, that's how much Danny trusts them at this point.

So when they wake up to a glowing green sticky note with the words 'Alls fair in love and war. -CW' they know of the ghost Clockwork and his riddles ways, and keep on hand the anti-ghost weapon (in their preferred weapon of choice) Danny had gifted them as a 'just in case' option, all day.

So they were fully prepared for a fight when they, and the rest of the Batfam, get pulled away from their dinner to the Infinite Realms, in a huge castle in front of an empty throne, surrounded by a bunch of weird eyeball ghosts and one angry/jealous, snobby looking ghost, whose been trying to gain Danny's eyes/favor for months now especially since they have the backing of the Observants but nothing works, and said ghost challenges the "Current lover of King Phantom to a duel for the rights of courting him!"

(This law was created by Pariah Dark who wanted his future consort strong so he let them fight it out for the spot. It was entertaining for him to watch ghosts fight for it. But it needed to be done in front of the throne, no King was needed to be present, and both fighters needed to be endorsed by powerful and old beings (the ghost fighting for Danny's hand had the Observants, meanwhile the bat Danny is dating had technically been endorsed by Clockwork when he sent the sticky note)

They fight, the Bat Danny is dating wins, and Danny returns from a 'oh so serious problem' the Observants said he needed to fix only to find the person he's dating in an argument with Clockwork over 'I only fought because Danny isn't some prize anyone can claim, we are not forcing him to stay with me even though I won. He has the right for his future.', Clockwork whose just smiling and chuckling in his all knowing way, the Observants tied up in ghost rope, the annoying as heck ghost that's been trying to get in his pants for the last few months also tied up and beaten up, and... oh boy that's the Batfam... all watching... and yep they're all looking at him.

Not the way he wanted to finally meet them.

#danny phantom dc #danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #blue rambles #crossover #random idea #writing ideas #batman #Danny really wanted to meet them normally #but not the Observants just HAD to ruin that.#Danny didnt know about the law for his future consort though #hes slowly making his way in the Realms law books and havent gotten to that page #he now has a year since the bat hes dating won the fight to either remove or revise it #basically since they won no one can challange for his hand for another year #As said before Pariah Dark like watching ghosts fight for consorthood #however if he removes the law now since challange is over the person hes dating will remain his consort #so yeah rights to Consorthood via combat #anywhose #give me your takes on who Danny was dating #I left the out which of the bats Danny was dating so its open for anyone to use

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slothgiirl · 1 year

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learning curve (xiao x reader)

.5k. established relationship. fluff. xiao not understanding mortals.

“Close your eyes,” you tell Xiao. Your own eyes were already closed, head against his shoulder as you curled up against him. Your boyfriend lay on his back, hands clasped together on his stomach like a corpse in rigor mortis. This was supposed to be nice, you liked wrapping your arms around Xiao, you wanted him to enjoy this as much as you did. You wanted your boyfriend to learn about the joys of cuddling.

“Why would I do that,” Xiao notes quietly, “I like watching you.”

Oh, you were well aware. You felt your body heat up in a rush of bashfulness at how brutally honest your boyfriend was. There was no pretense with Xiao. It was refreshing.

“I know,” you cover his hands with your own, rubbing your thumb against his skin. His gaze was a heavy stone. It made you feel seen. It made you feel raw. He rarely blinked. “But I think you’ll enjoy this too if you’d relax.” You let your own eyes close, focusing on the rise and fall of his chest. “Put your arm around me.”

The adeptus bends to your will.

There’s a slowness to his movements. Xiao wraps an arm around your waist. At first, you barely feel where his hand rests on your side. A beat. Then two. He sighs, finally holding you properly.

“I don’t understand,” Xiao muses in a tone that would sound rude to anyone who didn’t know him, “I do not need rest. You are not tired. We have not,” his brows furrow. It was endearing how hard he was trying.

“Just,” you trail your hand up his chest, running the tips of your fingers over his collarbone, “focus on how this feels.”

You shift your leg so it rests over his.

There was a learning curve in any new relationship, learning about another person's habits, their wants and needs, it was just a higher learning curve when you were mortal and Xiao was an adeptus.

You didn’t care.

You loved him so much and he was so willing.

Xiao goes lax. You feel the muscles of his shoulder soften under you. His breathing is steady.

You continue to run your fingers softly over his chest. You loved touching him, feeling the solid heat of his body. Xiao always smelled like ichor: the air after a long rainstorm and rust. It was strange how your heart welled up with a choking fondness from this kind of intimacy.

You wanted to elongate the moment.

It was wistful to imagine that you and Xiao could spend every moment in this meandering way when you both had duties to Liyue.

You take your own advice, letting the thoughts go. You close your eyes, smiling lazily against him.

“I still do not understand this mortal compulsion,” Xiao muses softly, “but you’re right. With you, this is nice.”

#xiao x reader #genshin xiao #xiao x y/n #xiao x you #i keep challanging myself by limiting the word count tbh #its fun to write for xiao #esp bc hes def a one person type of lover like !!! i want that like look at his devotion to zhongli and venti !

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whorejolras · 3 months

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blows my mind reading fanfic in the les mis fandom of all places - les amis fanfic too - and seeing that overall there's more neutral-positive attitude towards cops than there ever is towards sex workers.

fucking. cops.

like i know u guys hate us (sex workers) that's very apparent, i know, but really? the fics about the little guys trying to change the world fighting against the system in place and were fully killed by the national guard will have bangers like "the police are just doing their job". fr?

and those same fics will have enjolras campaigning for sex workers to not be able to safely do their jobs. ok.

anyway writers who have enjolras as a staunch sex worker ally who listens to actual sex worker community organisers and supports them in fighting for full decriminalisation i am holding you tenderly in my hands and kissing you top of head.

writers who understand the gravity of what they're writing about re: police and understand the very simple fact that ACAB and have some real direct action fuck the state anarchist/domestic terrorist enjolras & abc, i'm shielding you from everything bad in this world and blessing ur first born.

and swerf bootlickers i hope you run face first into a hammer <3

#bothers me bc again none of this is in a vacuum #bet the people writing these fics are the people we're battling against when trying for full decriminalisation #did you know i live in one of the ... i think it's three total locations in the entire world where sex work is even partially decriminalised #and that's not the whole country #just the state #like it's a long fucking road ahead and public opinion is the number one challange and this is a way it manifests #anyway yeah yeah hooker rage i know no one cares but listen: acab #hooker posting #sex work in les mis #tagging it that just bc .. u know... wider fanfom

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allthingswhumpyandangsty · 8 days

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There is a special place in hell for all the people behind these bot attacks that harm AO3 and the communities we built.

A reminder that Archive of Our Own is not Instagram or TikTok. It isn’t run by a big company with money and power. The site is a non-profit site run by volunteers (fans), for fans. And its main purpose is to bring people within the same fandom together and connect artists with audiences who would love and appreciate these artists’ works. It’s the only platform without any ads, without any censorship, without any of these capitalism bullshit. It doesn’t make users pay for any features and the only source of money they get, to keep the site up and running, is through donations. It’s literally a safe place for every fandom.

To think that it’s a target just because it’s easier to attack than those huge companies is just so sad.

Not to mention that there are so many genuine guest users out there (people who aren’t logged in / don’t have an AO3 account), and these people are directly affected by this whole thing, because they are no longer able to comment and connect with their favorite creators — and this still affects creators directly because I know for a fact that getting comments and being able to connect with their audience mean the world to them. I don’t blame AO3 for disabling guest comments altogether.

I do blame and curse the fuckers behind these bot attacks though.

If you try to sabotage AO3, out of all the other platforms out there, you are pathetic. You’re not just attacking a small, independent company, you’re trying to tear apart people’s communities and safe place. Disrespectfully, fuck you. Burn in hell.

Mad respect to all the brave soldiers that are AO3 volunteers who work harder than god fighting these scums.

I know these brave soldiers will win in the end (they always did, this isn’t their first battle, mind you), but in the meantime I’m sending them all my love and respect. They truly are the heroes.

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qdbs-writes · 2 years

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I LOVE KUNG LAO ! can you make a fic of where reader turns into animals and use them for powerlike vixen but like he found you and showed u to raiden and liu 👉👈🥹

A divine challenge ~ Kung Lao, Liu Kang, Raiden

Words: 1.3k

Kung Lao was ditching his chores again, nothing new there. What was new was that he had decided to hide in the long grass outside of the Shaolin Temple, the grass that he was supposed to be cutting. Normally Lao hid somewhere like the pantry or the library, places where he had easy access to food or where he could have a nap without anyone noticing. It was especially easy to dodge his chores for today because Liu Kang was busy with Raiden’s visit and wouldn’t have the time to chase him down for being lazy. Lao lay in the tall, dry summer grass, nibbling on a vegetable dumpling that he had swiped from the kitchen. Ironically, his friendship with Liu Kang meant very few other monks in the Temple were comfortable in confronting Lao, so he could largely get away with whatever he liked, including taking extra food. But he didn’t want to take the chance that Kang, or even worse, Raiden, might catch him slacking off, so in the grass he remained.

The summer months meant a lot of things for the Shaolin Temple. It meant that meals and snacks were more frequent and less fires would need to be prepped. For Kung Lao, this meant more bugs flying in his face, eager to catch a crumb of his dumpling. Swatting them away with his arm, Lao cursed quietly, all this nature wasn’t helping him hide away. Deciding that he could no longer take the buzzing around his face, he crawled towards the edge of the grass, which overlooked a small, wooded glade. Shaolin beliefs stated that only the necessities should be taken from nature and even in desperation should never be taken in excess. So many of the lands surrounding the Temple were havens for local wildlife, annoying bugs included. Lao was sure he wouldn’t disturb any animals, though he was starting to feel like a lioness creeping through the long grass.

You were unaware of how close you were to the Shaolin Temple; the monks were rather secretive and it wasn’t marked on any maps you had. You had it on good authority that it was somewhere nearby, but you hadn’t noticed any sign of human activity. Thankfully, your ability to turn into animals meant that you could blend in perfectly if you chose to. It was your habit to travel around the countryside living off of the land around you, subsisting on berries, wild wheats and meat that you hunted. Due to your distance from ‘modern’ society, clean water for drinking and bathing was never hard to find, especially in the mountains. It so happened that you had just finished bathing and had gone towards a wooded glade to dry off. Some people may frown upon being naked in the woods, but in your relative isolation, it was perfectly natural. What wasn’t natural was the rustling you heard from the nearby long grass, alongside the tell-tale sign of birds flying in the opposite direction. Fuck, you couldn’t see what it was, you start to panic. To hide your naked humanoid presence, you quickly changed into a rabbit. You remained stock-still and hoped that a predator wasn’t sneaking towards you.

When Lao stuck his head out of the grass, he managed to finally finish off the last of his dumpling in peace. As he finished, he glanced around the little glade, before spotting a rabbit looking directly at him. Strange, normally a rabbit would’ve run away by now. “Hello!” he says, around a mouth full of dumpling, giving a little wave. The rabbit remained motionless; Lao might’ve thought it was dead if it wasn’t blinking. Poor little thing must be frightened, Lao thought, sitting up onto his knees. For a few minutes a pregnant silence fell between Lao and this rabbit as they looked at each other. With his curiosity getting the better of him, Lao shuffled towards the rabbit. When he was within arm’s reach, he paused again. The rabbit did not move, but seemed to be shaking slightly. Gently, Lao reached his hand out and delicately brushed along the rabbit’s fur. The shaking stopped. Lao peered down at the rabbit once more, “You’re a very brave little rabbit, friend. Your fur is so very soft!” he said in a high-pitched voice. The stroking continued for a while longer.

You had no idea where this interaction was going, however you did not expect this strange man to be petting you. Perhaps it wasn’t too late to run away, you were starting to feel awkward. Before you could plot your escape, the man scooped you up into his arms, petting you all the while. “I wonder if you’re a girl rabbit or a boy rabbit?” Lao says as he lifts you up and squints between your back legs. “Hmmm,” he says after some time “I have no idea. Maybe I’ll call you Mr Rabbit regardless!” he places you back in his lap, cradling you with one arm and stroking you with the other. Now feeling slightly violated, you think it may be time to bite this guy and make your escape. Before your little front teeth could render flesh, you were quickly scooped up into his chest. “I’m gonna take you to see my friends!” Lao says excitedly.

You perk your long ears up as your monocular eyes darted around wildly. As what must be the Shaolin Temple comes into sight, you think to yourself that this situation can’t get any worse. Kung Lao carries you through the grand entrance, before scurrying down some hallways and entering a solemn meeting room. Inside the room was what appeared to be another monk chatting to a cloaked figure which didn’t seem to be of this world. They both turn towards the man holding you, without noticing your presence.

“Kung Lao? What is it? Is it important?” Liu Kang says, standing up. The cloaked figure also stands, revealing a glowing set of white eyes under his broad hat.

“Look what I found,” Lao responds, gesturing to you in his arms as he pets you “This rabbit is so friendly, I’m convinced it’s used to being around humans. Perhaps it’s a pet that escaped! Please, we must keep it!” Lao begged.

Liu Kang throws an apologetic glance at the glowing-eyed man, before turning back to Kung Lao “Where did you find it?” he says with a tone that implies he’ll regret asking.

“In the glade beyond the grass. But c’mon! Look at it, isn’t it cute! I named it Mr Rabbit.” Kung Lao said, holding you out in front of him for the others to get a better look.

Liu Kang gently offers the back of his hand for your twitchy little nose to sniff, before going to give your head a rub. “It is a very cute rabbit” Liu Kang sighs in defeat as he continues petting you.

But the glowing-eyed man regards you with a concerning amount of interest, like he sees right through your rabbit-disguise. “I believe Mr Rabbit would be a fine addition to the Shaolin Temple, more than we may yet realise.” He spoke with a deep voice echoing some kind of divine reverb. Oh no, the man must be some kind of god.

“Lord Raiden?” both Lao and Kang turn to him in confusion.

“I shall leave you two with our newest guest, I suggest you make Mr Rabbit comfortable for the time being.” Raiden advises as he steps out of the room an vanishes down the hallway.

As Kung Lao and Liu Kang exchange looks, you realise that the god Raiden expects you to come out of hiding in some form or another. Well, perhaps your days of hiding have come to an end. After all, what kind of rabbit would turn down a god?

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat headcanons #mortal kombat imagines #mortal kombat x reader #mk x reader #kung lao #kung lao x reader #liu kang #liu kang x reader #raiden #raiden x reader #qdbs-writing #a divine challange

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leadandblood · 9 days

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Jopson POV, wooo!

There will be more! I've already written more, where they actually interract, but this is the start of it, getting a feel for my Jopson, yk?

Summary:

Jopson has friends outside of Crozier :) Lt. Hodgson passed him with a smile. "Good night, sir." "Good night to you as well, Mr. Jopson. Ah, I see the captain is peckish..." he grinned and patted Jopson's shoulder. "Be sure to feed yourself, too. I know you forget." "I will, Lieutenant," he smiled briefly, but couldn't hide the bite in his voice. He didn't forget. He simply didn't wish to eat. Which is none of Hodgson's business.

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 11 months

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Athelas Drabble Challenge - Tears

Pairing: Manwë x Námo | Calamórë

Themes: Angst-ish | Soft

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 200 words

Summary: Námo weeps after listening to Lúthien sing

Rules and tag form here.

Námo wept.

A turn of the moon came and went, and yet he wept. It was her singing that did it. Lúthien wove together a melody of such beauty and joy and sorrow, that it moved him deeply and made him weep. Námo wept over the marring of Arda, over the doom that loomed over many. He shed bitter tears over those that once were and never will be again.

The king comforted him, soothing him with gentle words and tender caresses. Tears burned in his own eyes. He was the king, yet he could not ease Námo's pain. He held him still, not caring for the passing of time and not caring for the tears that soaked his robes. He cradled his little raven until the sobs finally weakened and slowed, never chiding or shaming. He never left his seat, never thought of anything else.

The sobbing ceased and the tears ran dry. Námo had gone limp in his arms. Manwë slid an arm under his waist, lifting him up and carrying him through silent corridors, not stopping until he reached their shared chambers and laid Námo on the featherbed.

His little raven had grieved. Now he needed rest.

Tags: @cilil @fictionfordays @asianbutnotjapanese @edensrose

#manwë x námo #Námo #manwë #Calamórë #athelasdrabblechallenge #writing challange #double drabble #the ainur #the valar #the silm #the silmarillion #fanfiction #writeblr #💫whimsy's shenanigans #💫a world of whimsy writes

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staygoldsquatchling02 · 11 months

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Bigotry Kills

Word count: 5443

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Trans Masculine Non-Binary Reader

Summary: While on a case in Tennessee, Spencer and Y/N accidentally reveal that Y/n is transgender to an unsub who has made it his mission to ride his small town of people he views as “disgusting rat”

Warning: Criminal Minds typical violence, bigoted beliefs about trans people and the LGBTQ+, the use of Transvestite once (It hurt to wright that), Mentions of injury, mentions of reader wearing a chest binder, that's all i can think off let me know if there is anything else

A/N: this is my first time writing in like 5 years so it's probably shit but I’ve wanted xreader fics like this for a while but could never find any, so I said fuck it and wrote it myself. This is also a submission for @the-guilty-writer ‘s Pride fic Challenge so I hope people enjoy it. Again, this was also written as a self-indulgent fic, so the reader is written as a Trans Masculine Non-binary afab person who uses They/Them pronouns. Also Just putting it out there I don’t hate Christians as a whole just the bigots who use religion to justify genocide. Anyways enjoy and let me know if you like it, I would like to get back into writing again so who knows there may be more to come. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

The team had traveled to a small town in rural Tennessee that had seen a recent influx of homicide in the last two weeks. Four bodies had been found in different alleyways beaten and strangled, the only things connecting the murders was the cause of death and the fact that they were all disposed of by dumpsters as if the unsub saw them as trash. The local P.D. had called the B.A.U in order to find out why these victims and who is doing it.

The team had made the long flight all on edge because after the initial briefing their resident genius had figured out the one thing connecting all four victims. They were all members of the LGBTQIA+ community and that fact did not sit well as the newest member of the team was also a member of the community.

Y/N Y/L/N had joined the B.A.U roughly a year ago and they had become a very close member of the team. In half that year they had also grown very close with Dr. Spencer Reid and the both of them were exploring a relationship as they both shared an interest in Dr. Who and learning as much as they could about whatever they could. The nature of the case put both on edge, if it somehow became knowledge that Y/N was a trans masculine nonbinary individual and in a relationship with Spencer, it might make one or both of them a target of the unsub. Before they arrived at the local police station, Spencer and Y/N had agreed to try and keep their interactions professional when around anyone other than the team.

Upon arrival at the police station the team split up to go over everything they needed. Morgan and Prentiss went to the most recent crime scene, Hotch, JJ, and Y/N went to the police station to speak with the local P.D, and Spencer and Rossi went to talk with the families of the victims to find out anything they could about the victims. While in the small board room provided to them to work in, Y/N was making observations about the unsub and their habits.

“It seems the unsub view those in the LGBTQ+ community as less than himself and as something that needs purged from the world.” Y/N said with an uncomfortable look on their face.

“It’s highly likely that is the case, this is a small town in Tennessee, places like these aren’t known for their overly welcoming tendencies towards people they view as different from the rest.” JJ had responded back to them and confirmed what most of the team had been thinking.

As Y/N and JJ were finishing their conversation Rossi and Spencer returned from visiting the families. “The victims were all open about themselves so much so that they were ready to get out of this small town, the first two victims had jobs already lined up and apartments ready to move into within a week of when they were killed.” Rossi had shared upon entering the room.

“So we know that the victims were ready to get out of the small town, the likely hood of the stressor that triggered these killings was likely a family member who was also part of the community left the unsub after being tired of getting treated poorly and finally made decided enough was enough and made the change.” Hotch deduced before leaving to call Garcia, to have her look for anything that would correspond with the beginning of the murders.

After Hotch left the room Y/N leaned back in their chair to stretch as they have been wearing their chest binder for the past nine hours and stiffness was starting to set in around their rib cage. Being the ever attentive boyfriend that he is, Spencer noticed his significant other's discomfort and checked around the room to make sure it was only the team in the room as Morgan and Prentiss had both returned as well.

After feeling confident there were no outsiders who would hear their conversation he walked over to Y/N and sat next to them. “Hey you’ve been wearing your binder since this morning, i can tell it is starting to bother you. I packed one of your baggie shirts and sports bras in my bag because you tend to forget you can't wear it longer than eight hours before feeling uncomfortable. You should really change. I don’t want you to cause yourself any unnecessary pain.” Spencer had said while handing them his satchel.

“I’m fine, I promise. Plus wouldn't it be a major hint that I'm trans if I’ve spent the whole day flat chested and wearing a button upland then all of a sudden being in a baggie shirt with tits. I appreciate the concern but I don't know if it's the right idea, I’ll change as soon as we get back to the hotel I promise.” Y/N responded while placing Spencer’s bag on the ground.

“Fine, but as soon as we get back to D.C you are taking a couple days without it, just to give you a break from it and let your chest relax.” Spencer responded out of concern for his partner’s health.

What the young couple failed to notice was the young officer who walked by the cracked open door while they were deep in their own little conversation. Hearing that one of the FBI agents that was brought in to catch this serial killer in a small town is one of the disgusting people he was trying to remove from his community.

Shortly after the conversation about Y/N’s binding choices, Hotch got back after speaking with Garcia. Apparently she was unable to find any families where a queer member had left the city around the time the murders started. So they were back to square one on what the trigger was. Without a trigger they were almost back to square one on the profile, all they know is that the unsub is a homophobic sociopath who was losing control and would likely be searching for their next victim. Even with a murderer on the loose, Hotch ordered the team to go to the hotel and rest for the night; they would need all the energy they could get for the coming days of hunting this bastard.

After the black SUVs pulled up to the hotel the team unloaded and headed inside. “Shit, I left my wallet in the car. I'll be up in a minute” Y/N said as the team entered the elevator of the hotel, Spencer made a move to follow them when they turned and insisted, they would be fine on their own. It was just a short walk to cars.

As Y/N reached the SUV and opened the door they felt a presence behind them. “Spence, I said I was-” They started as they turned around but were cut off by a blow to the side of their head knocking them unconscious and into the SUV. The unsub then closed the door to SUV and climbed into the driver's seat after taking the keys from Y/N’s pocket and drove away.

That night Spencer sat up waiting for about twenty minutes for Y/N to get back from getting their wallet before deciding something had to be wrong. He jumped out of the bed and headed towards the other rooms, he went door to door waking the whole team trying to see if any of them had seen Y/N. To no avail, none of them had seen them since they left the elevator.

The team immediately started calling their phone and heading outside to the SUVs, only to notice that one of the three SUVs was gone. With no answer on the phone and the missing SUV Spencer started to worry about their safety. While looking around the area for any sign of what had happened Morgan saw something that made the whole team’s stomachs drop.

“Hey guys I got blood on the ground where the SUV was parked.” Morgan shouted and this did nothing for Spencer’s anxiety. Hearing all of this, Hotch ordered Reid, Prentiss, and JJ to head to the police station to go over what information they have and try to figure anything else out that they could. While they did that, he, Rossi, and Morgan stayed at the hotel to try and find any other clues that they may have missed.

Meanwhile in Y/N was waking up tied to a chair in a room that was cold and dark almost like a basement. Their head felt groggy and almost like they had just spent the night drinking straight vodka. They looked around as best as they could in the dark and from what they could tell they were most likely in a basement. As they were trying to figure out any details they could about their location, a light appeared at the top of the stairs presumably from the unsub opening the door.

Y/N sat in silence as the unsub slowly made his way down the stairs, with the only light coming from behind the man the only thing they were able to make out was the fact that the unsub was taller and muscular indicating that it was most likely a man. The man got closer and realized that they were awake;

“Welcome back to the land of the living, you abomination.” he greeted with a sneer. “ I bet you are wondering how I figured you out so quickly, and to put it simply, next time your boyfriend wants to discuss something that is meant to be private information he should probably close a door first.”

A look of realization flashed across their face when they figured out that the unsub had to be someone close to the investigation or at least an officer that was in the building when Reid was trying to get them to change out of their binder.

“You seem shocked, is it really that far of a stretch for the killer to be part of the police department, and wasn't it also you who said that the unsub would try to insert themselves into the investigation.” the unsub responded to the unasked question present on Y/N’s face.

“ Well now I know you work for the police but that doesn't tell me who you are or why you are doing this, if you are planning to kill me might as well tell me your whole plan while you are at it.” they responded trying to get any information they could out of this man. They knew that no matter what their team wouldn't let this man get away with taking them. Their team would do everything in their power to save them.

“You seem so sure that I’m just going to kill you like the others, oh no no, I have plans for you. How could I say that I’m making this world a better place by removing you pests if I didn't make an example of the rat who somehow made it into law enforcement with the FBI. I bet you did it just to try and get away with grooming people into believing that what you are is normal. How disgusting to think the FBI would let such gross creatures into their ranks, once I make an example out of you, I might go after that doctor you call a boyfriend.” The unsub ranted not answering Y/N’s questions directly but still revealing part of his plans.

The fear started to set in for Y/N as they realized that they were going to be getting the worst of this man's torture so far out of all of his victims, but they also began to fear for Spencer because once his crazed lunatic grows tired of them, he’s going after the one thing Y/N cares about more than their own life. They have to truly hope that the team finds them before this man grows tired of them.

“Now enough with the chit chat,” the unsub turned towards a table that Y/N hadn’t seen at first and grabbed a tripod and camera while opening a laptop. “Get ready for that sweet boyfriend of yours to hear what it sounds like when a knife carves through your flesh.”

As the man set up the camera all Y/N could think about was hoping that Spencer would never have to do this and the team would be barging into thai basement before he finished turning on the camera. But sadly luck was not on their side.

Meanwhile back at the police station Spencer was freaking out, all he could think about was how it was his fault for bringing up Y/N’s binder without closing the door to the office they were sitting in. He kept pacing the office space trying to remember any face that appeared in the doorway during their conversation that could possibly be the unsub but came up blank. JJ was trying to calm him down while Emily was on the phone with Penelope trying to find any other connection between the victims.

“Spence this isn't your fault, any of us could have said something that let the unsub know. All you can do now is help us figure out where the unsub took Y/N.” JJ said, trying to get Spencer to sit down and think rationally.

“JJ, how on earth am I supposed to calm down, an hour before they were taken I was blabbing my mouth at them because they needed to take off their binder so they didn't hurt themself, and then I didn't go with them to get their wallet and left them alone at night in a town where people just like them are being kidnapped and murdered, only for them to be KIDNAPPED. How am I supposed to be calm when the love of my life is probably experiencing the worst possible pain at this very moment?” Spencer went off at JJ. He wasn’t trying to be rude, he's just so upset with himself that he can’t think properly at the moment.

JJ was slightly shocked by his outburst because in the six months that Y/N and Spencer have been seeing each other, never has she heard either of them say the L word. It was a huge thing and changed the feeling in the room in an instant. Because now they weren’t just looking for their friend and coworker, they were looking for someone who held Spencer’s heart in their hands.

“Hey guys Garcia might have found a connection between the victims other than the obvious.” Emily said entering the office space unaware of the declaration of love from the genius pacing the room. “Go ahead, you're on speaker.”

“Ok, so I’ve done some digging and found that about a week before the abductions each of the victims had made a post to various social media platforms talking about how they’ve been the victims of hate crimes in the area. Each described that slurs and obscene images were posted on their front doors along with threats of violence if they didn’t leave town. They also mentioned that when they went to the police about it, they were brushed off and told not to worry about it.” Penelope explained over the phone.

“So the unsub had made contact with each of the victims before taking them and the Police didn’t make the connection or just didn't bother to include the fact that each of them had received threats before they were killed.” JJ said taking in the fact that this small town police department has done these poor people a horrible injustice by not taking threats seriously.

“If the unsub was taking the time to threaten the victims before taking them, why did he just take Y/N. doesn't that go against his ritual?” Emily asked confused as to why the unsub would suddenly stop doing something that seemed important to his M.O.

“Because he knew he wouldn’t be able to get close enough to Y/N in order to do that, He knew that if he wanted to take them, he would have to act fast.” Hotch said as he, Rossi, and Morgan rejoined the group at the station.

“Ummm Guys you need to see this.” Penelope said as a video feed started on her computer at Quantico.

“ What is it, Garcia?” Rossi asked as the technical analyst sounded almost scared by what she was seeing.

“It’s a live video, of Y/N, I'm not sure where it’s coming from as its being routed through hundreds of servers so it hard to track but it is for sure Y/N” She said as started connecting to the laptop set up in the Office where the team was currently seated.

As the video feed popped up on the screen one this was clear, Y/N was tied to a chair in what looked like a basement. The team could tell that Y/N was looking at something or someone just out of line of sight of the camera with a hint of fear in their eyes. After a few seconds of just Y/N in the line of the camera a man walked into frame wearing a dark hoodie and with the hood up covering his face.

“Hello FBI, as you already know I have in my possession the filthy transvestite that managed to infiltrate your ranks, let this be a message to all those homosexuals who wish to justify their disgusting behavior, that justice will always find them. Without further ado enjoy the show, well except you Dr. Reid I suspect that this will be particularly painful for you to watch.” The man stated and then turned towards the fear-stricken Y/N and held up a large knife to their chest.

The team watched as the unsub dragged the knife over Y/N’s chest and down their torso cutting open their shirt and binder revealing their chest beneath both layers of clothing. After cutting through the only thing protecting Y/N’s dignity and skin the unsub started making shallow cuts across their skin. Y/N did their best to keep their whimpers and whines of pain to a minimum, trying to spare their team the trauma of hearing their friend be hurt by this monster.

When the man realized what they were doing he took the knife away and turned to the table having thought of a better way to draw out cries of pain from his current victim. He reached for a different knife, this one being shorter in length than the first but having a serrated edge like a knife one would use to cut bread. Taking the new knife in his hand he turned back to Y/N and plunged the knife directly into their shoulder, drawing out the most nerve racking scream the team had heard in a long while.

Having watched enough of his love being tortured even though he knew the worst was yet to come, Spencer reached between the team who were all watching with their breath held and slammed the laptop closed and left the room. Shocked by the sudden outburst the team as a whole jumped and looked after the upset doctor as he left the room.

“Garcia, Keep trying to locate where the feed is coming from. Morgan go talk to him, we need his head clear to find this guy.” Hotch ordered while the rest of them reeled from what they had just seen happen to one of their friends.

Back with Y/N after Spencer had slammed the laptop shut, the Unsub had proceeded to stab them again, this time in the leg. Y/N wasn’t sure if it was from blood loss or just pain in general but black spots started to fill their vision. As they started to pass out the unsub set his knife back down on the table and turned once again to the camera to address the audience on the other side unaware that the one he wanted to cause the most pain was no longer watching,

“Looks like you're having trouble staying awake at the moment, I suppose I can give you a small break. I doubt your team is close to finding me, so enjoy this brief intermission” The unsub stated and then walked off camera, up the stairs and slammed and locked the basement door.

“Hold on just a little longer Y/N” Penelope to herself in her office, knowing they couldn’t hear her but still hoping that they knew the team would not give up until they found them.

At the police station Morgan had managed to get Spencer to calm down, if only slightly, so he could help finalize the profile. They both knew that the best way to save Y/N is if Spencer is focused on finding the Unsub and not just on saving them.

With the whole team back in the office with the door shut, JJ made an observation that would significantly shrink the suspect pool. “I Just remembered that last night around the time you and Y/N were talking the only people who were in the station were us, a couple beat cops and a couple detectives. So, the unsub has to work in the station.” She pointed out to Spencer and the rest of the team.

“That would make sense with the fact that the victims had tried to make police reports about the threats they received and were told to ignore them. If the unsub happened to be the one taking the report, he wouldn’t want people to be looking into it so he would brush them off.” Emily said.

“So, we keep this between us, I’ll have Garcia look into what officers were here before we left for the night and compare it to who the victims spoke to when they tried to report the threats.” Morgan stated while calling Garcia.

“Hey Baby Girl, I need you to compare what officers were at the station last night to what officers were at the station when each of the victims tried to make reports.” Morgan asked Penelope over the phone with a sense of urgency.

“I have two officers who were there at the same time as all the victims but only an officer Randy McNally was also there last night, doing a little digging, Randy McNally is a conservative Christian man who openly detests the LGBTQ+ community. To top it of three weeks ago his wife left him after coming out as bisexual and since then he has made numerous posts about how the people of the LGBTQ+ community are vermin who need to be eradicated.” Penelope said with a grimace.

“Sounds like we found our guy, Garcia send the address.” Hotch ordered as the rest of the team prepared for apprehending this psychopath.

“Already sent. Guys please hurry, Y/N doesn’t look too good.” She responded before hanging up the phone for the team to do their job.

As the team was loading up in the SUVs Hotch called Spencer over to him, “I want you to stay in the car when we get there, I don’t need you being reckless. The rest of us will go in and get them, you will wait outside with the paramedics and go with them to the hospital. Understood?”

“How am i supposed to sit back while you guys go in there, I need Y/N to know that I came for them. I can’t sit around and wait.” Spencer responded antsy about saving his partner.

“You do not have a clear enough head to be going in there. I want to save them just as much as you but we need the people going in to be able to arrest McNally so he can face justice for what he has done. I can't risk you seeing the state Y/N is in and just shooting him on the spot.” Hotch responded as they pulled up to the house, they knew their friend was in. Spencer just let out an exasperated sigh but agreed with Hotch, although he did get out of the car to wait by the ambulance for them to bring out his love.

Upon entering the house, the team was faced with a shocked Randy McNally who froze in place as the B.A.U and swat team moved in. It was obvious he wasn’t expecting to be caught so soon as he was still wearing the blood covered hoodie he was wearing while torturing Y/N. Hotch moved forward and handcuffed McNally.

While Hotch and Rossi moved Randy out of the house; JJ and Emily moved towards the upper floors to make sure no one else was in the house. Morgan made his way to the basement door intending to find his friend and bring them back to relieve the stress of one of his closest friends. As he descended the stairs into the basement, he could see them hunched over tied to the chair, seeing them he put his gun down and moved quickly to untie them, while speaking into his comms.

“I found Y/N, they’re alive but they’ve lost a lot of blood, I need the paramedics to meet me at the door to the basement.” He said in only slight relief. On the other end of the comms Spencer let out a sigh of relief if only for a second, they had made it in time Y/N was alive. But as quickly as the relief came it was gone with the other part of Morgan’s message, they had lost a significant amount of blood, they needed to get to a hospital asap. With the realization he told the paramedics to go meet with Morgan so they could help save the love of his life.

As the paramedics and the rest of the team emerged from the house Spencer was quick to meet with the paramedic to see with his own eyes that Y/N was in fact breathing. Their chest was moving slowly as they were being pushed to the ambulance, but it was enough for Spencer to have at least a small glimmer of hope that everything would be fine. Once they had Y/N loaded up in the ambulance Spencer hopped in with them after sending a nod at the rest of the team confirming they will see each other at the hospital, and he will keep them updated on Y/N’s condition.

Roughly three hours later the team was sitting in the waiting room, hoping the doctor would be out soon to tell them that everything is okay, and that Y/N will make a full recovery. Emily and JJ were on the phone with Penelope keeping her updated, Morgan was trying to distract Spencer from the intrusive thoughts clouding his mind, and Hotch and Rossi were both just sitting quietly when the doctor finally came to speak with them.

“I’m guessing you are the ones here for Ms. Y/L/N?” the doctor said not registering the mistake in pronouns but continuing with speaking to the group. “The surgery went well; we were able to repair the damaged tissue in her shoulder. She should be awake shortly, so you are free to go in and visit her.” He said and started to turn away after giving them Y/N’s room number.

Spencer was about to correct the doctor on his lack of respect for pronouns when Morgan put his hand on the younger man's shoulder. “Kid let it go, you know where we are, they don’t care about that stuff, you can be upset about it but what's most important right now is you being there for Y/N when they wake up.” He said knowing exactly what the young doctor was going to say but pushed him in the direction of something more important than an ignorant doctor.

With that Spencer made his way to the room where his significant other was sleeping after going through what was probably 24 hours of hell. He noted that they looked peaceful and sat down in the chair by the bed while holding their hand. It was probably only five minutes later that they started to open their eyes squinting at the harsh lights of the hospital.

Once they adjusted to the light, they noticed a weight on their left hand and turned to look at who was sitting there. Upon seeing Spencer, a gentle smile spread across their face, "I knew you would find me.”

“Of course, I could never leave you like that. But how are you feeling? The doctor said you lost quite a bit of blood, but you should be good to fly home in two days.” Spencer responded to them with a gentle smile of his own.

“I’m ok, just a little groggy but that's probably thanks to the pain meds. Though I can’t wait to get back home and cuddle with my favorite brainiac.” They said with a slight giggle in their tone.

“God, I'm so glad you’re okay, I was so scared of losing you and when he stabbed you, I thought I was going to lose you. Never do anything like that again. If you forget something in the car let me, go with you. I don’t know what I would do if I lost you, I just love you so much.” Spencer rambled not noticing that he said the L word to them in his attempt to get his point across. He didn’t notice until he saw the look on Y/N’s face when he turned towards them.

“Do you really mean that?” they asked still in shock that this beautiful genius just said he loved them.

“Well… I– Yes, I do, I really do mean that. You can even ask the team I almost lost my mind when I found out you had been taken. But if you don’t feel the same that's ok. We can just forget I said anything. It’s not a big deal.” Spencer kept rambling thinking he said something wrong by admitting his feelings.

He was halted by Y/N’s response “Good because I love you too. I don’t want to forget about this. The only thing that kept me alive was knowing that I had you waiting for me.”

Spencer was about to respond when a knock sounded from the door as the rest of the team entered. There was an obvious look on everyone’s faces that they knew they might have interrupted something, but they ignored it in favor of greeting their friend who was now sitting up in the hospital bed with a smile on their face.

The team sat and spoke with Y/N for about an hour filling them in on how they arrested McNally, and how they figured out it was him. There were also a few playful jabs at Spencer for how desperate he was to save them, mostly from Derek. Towards the end of the conversation, they had called Penelope on video chat so she could wish Y/N well, before the team bid farewell for the night to leave the two love birds alone.

“It's getting late, we should really be headed back to the hotel, you guys rest, don't spend the night talking. And again, I’m glad you're ok Y/N” Hotch said as he motioned for the team minus Reid to leave the room.

“Yeah, go easy on them pretty boy, don’t want them popping their stitches.” Morgan snickered as he left the room seeing how the pair turned red in embarrassment.

“Good night, guys, Thanks again for saving me.” Y/N responded by trying to ignore Morgan's comment.

With that the team was finally out of their hair for the night. Y/N reached over and squeezed Spencer’s hand, “thanks again for finding me. And I really do love you Spence.”

“I love you too Y/N, now get some rest I’ll be here when you wake up.” Spencer responded with a smile on his face, still glad he didn’t lose the best thing in his life. He knew that he would be able to sleep soundly tonight even if it was on a shitty hospital chair. “Good night, Love.”

“Night Spence.” With that they both fell into a peaceful sleep, knowing they would still have each other when they woke up.

A/N: anyone who gets my reference with the unsubs name you get a figurative cookie. cross posted on wattpad

#spencer reid x reader #spencer x reader #spencer reid #nonbinary #nonbinary reader #transmasculine #Criminal Minds #angst with fluff #pride month #pride writing challange

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