the last dr book comes out in a month and thank god


this is for @ivory-leigh with special thanks to @onemuseleft for her help with the idea

i super didn’t mean to write this tonight but the idea was SO GOOD and i’ve really been jonesing to write

In the weeks following what they’re calling The Battle of New York, Bruce settles into the Tower with an incredible ease.

The floor Tony designed for him is shockingly well-suited to his tastes and needs considering how Tony likes to claim he’s not a team-player. Bruce suspects each floor is equally well-designed and perhaps that’s why they’re all able to slip into a routine so quickly.

It feels like something missing has slotted into place and Bruce can tell just by looking at the others’ faintly bewildered expressions when they look around at the space they share that they feel the same.

Still, Bruce never looks toward Harlem.

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Where We Belong

Title: Where We Belong

Summary: Sometimes one little moment can change everything…

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader

Word count: 1370

Warnings: Um, lemme think. A smudge of angst and a very brief mention on nigthmares in the beginning. And then it’s all fluff. Fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff and fluff. Okay. I’ll shut up now.

Author’s Note: So, this oneshot that was supposed to be a drabble (I tried, I swear) was inspired by a conversation I had with my twin about how cute Dean looks in the gif below (it’s not even surprising at this point, I know.) Anyway, the story took a life of its own after that. 

So. Enjoy <3

(Gif used is not mine. You can find it right here.)

It’s a habit really.

One of those stupid little routines you can’t and don’t really want to quit, although it’s a bit more substantial than drinking coffee at midnight or always reading your favorite book with a cup of hot chocolate nearby.

It started a few of months ago, after you and the Winchesters had returned from a nasty vampire hunt in New Orleans, and it’s been happening ever since, but neither you or Dean ever talk about it and Sam probably doesn’t even know.

That’s not what matters though.

What really matters is that Dean Winchester has nightmares.

It’s been going on for years, the ordeals coming and going in the stillness of the night without warning. If he’s lucky, they’re just a few horrible pictures that vanish as soon as he opens his eyes, but if not, then they take him away with them, drown him in tides of loss and despair and leave him so broken that you find it hard to put the fragments back together without missing a piece afterwards.

Most of the times, he comes to you. He shuffles through the hallway quietly and leans against your door, waiting for even breaths and youthful smiles. When he’s sure you’re asleep, he gently climbs into the covers and wraps his arms around you, lips on your forehead in a warm kiss, while words like G’night, sweetheart and Thank God you’re okay, kid make their way into the duskiness of the room.

Sometimes though, the creaky sound of the door and the light padding wakes you up the moment he gets inside. These are the nights Dean will look at you like a puppy caught doing something it wasn’t supposed to and murmur a flustered apology, gaze drifting from your eyes to the floor until you tell him to shut up and c’mere already, pulling him to you. And when you curl up next to his side, body pressed against his firmly, all of his apologies and all of his reticence go away.

But then, there are nights like tonight, nights when you’re the one that tiptoes to his bedroom in silence –just to make sure he’s okay.

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anonymous asked:

some fic recs above 100k?

100k+ Larry Fic Rec

To find even more works that are 100k+ please refer to this list of basic fandom must reads. Those works will not be repeated on this list. The works on this list are all works I have read and they will be ordered by length, the shortest starting at 100k, the longest being 286k.

Resist Everything Except Temptation

The one where Louis is the commodore’s son who is forced to become a part of Harry’s crew when he is captured.

Through Eerie Chaos

The Ghost Hunter AU where Niall lives to prove ghosts are real, Zayn is a skeptical librarian and Harry gets caught up in a century-old mystery and catches feeling in the process.

Wings to Break Your Fall

Strip club AU. Harry’s work and family are keeping him busy. He really isn’t looking for a relationship, doesn’t want one. He just wants Louis. Problem is, Louis has other plans.

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Aphrodisiac pt1

Originally posted by melanielovesgaysempai

Description :After exhausting all of your financial resources, you end up resorting to donating blood just so you can get by. It turned out well until you found yourself faced with the question of whether or not you wanted to become a personal blood bank to someone who has possibly become addicted

Pairing : Vampire Jin x Reader

Word Count : 1,608

Genre : angst, humour, (eventual) smut

a/n : It’s shitty…but it’s a start. It’ll get better I swear.

You sat there anxiously, picking at the lint on the sleeves of your oversized sweater. The silence in the room may have been comforting or soothing to those around you but for you it was hell. It left you alone with nothing but your way too loud thoughts ringing in your ears asking the question of whether or not you were actually this desperate for money. There had to be another option.

You almost snorted at that, shaking the thought away. It was either this or stripping.  Seeing as though you couldn’t be sexy even if your life depended on it, you should probably keep your non-existent ass where you currently were.

To any normal person you may look like any other 23 year old girl sitting in the waiting room of a doctor’s office for an appointment. However, you weren’t. In fact you were a broke ass, barely getting by on ramen ass, 23 year old art major sitting in the room of a blood bank for vampires, waiting to see if your blood was clean enough to donate, so you could get some money to pay your rent because life’s a bitch, and you’d prefer to not be sleeping in a cardboard box for the winter.

To say you’d had it hard for the past two years since coming to university would be an understatement. Balancing work and school to pay your tuition was not easy task but somehow you had managed.

Until about 2 months ago, when your former boss had offered you a raise if you’d blow him in the supplies closet, which resulted in him having a bloody nose and you being a jobless bitch.

Now here you were, behind on your rent, empty cupboards and not knowing where the first dime would come from. You’d been scanning the newspaper trying to find another job when you first saw the advertisement. At first it looked a little absurd to you with bold letters saying you could donate a pint of blood to help feed the city’s vampire population and get paid for your donation.You didn’t know much about vampires, apart from the basic knowledge that they drank human blood. The thought was a bit off putting to you at first, but after about a week of contemplation, fueled by your growing hunger and multiple threats from your landlord, you had eventually caved and made the trip down to the clinic.

They’d drawn a sample of your blood for testing to see if it was fit for donation. Depending on your results, they would class your blood based on its quality and pay you according to which class you fell in.

You’d read multiple stories of persons who had gotten up to 3 grand for a pint of blood because of how high quality it was. You prayed to God that the months of eating ramen, bread and animal crackers hadn’t messed with your health too much, because if you ended up getting $50 for some crappy blood, you were just gonna lay in the road.

“Ms. y/l/n?”

You flinched as you heard your name being called. Looking up, you met the steady stare of the receptionist as she indicated for you to come over. She smiled softly at you as she held out a slip of paper and a pen.

“Congratulations you’ve been approved for donation. You just have to fill out this consent form and then go to the white door on your left and you’ll be given further instructions from there” she stated ,as she began indicating to specific parts of the paper and explaining them to you.

Within the span of the next 4 hours you were back into your apartment, curled up under a blanket and eating actual food. You’d been nervous about the whole thing, but before you knew it, it was over and you were walking towards the bank with a check for $2000 clutched in your hands. The only sign you had that you’d given blood was the patch on your arm and the lingering weakness you felt in your bones. You’d had enough to pay for the rent you’d owed and to buy food to last for at least a month.

For the first time in 2 months you didn’t have a massive dark cloud of anxiety looming over your head, and you might as well enjoy it while it lasted. As soon, as the high from this wore off you knew you’d be back to anxious, depressed mess as you searched for a job. You’d spent the last of your savings to make the deadline for the tuition payments so at least that was out of the way. Buy u still needed supplies, food and rent money. Working at your last job may have been hell but the pay was decent and it had been enough to let u live somewhat comfortably. It wasn’t going to be easy finding another one that paid so well.

Just thinking about it made your head throb and you just decided to just leave it for another day.

Two weeks had passed and you still hadn’t found a job. It was getting closer to the beginning of your semester and you were this close to just donating more blood. You were less than 2 weeks away and you had no books, no supplies, nothing.

It’s not like you could beg your parents for help. They’d been adamant about disowning you if you went into anything outside of business field. They told you that you wouldn’t survive without their support and you weren’t about to let 2 years worth of proving them wrong go down the drain.

You grunted as you dragged yourself from your small couch to the kitchen to drown your sorrows in a tub of cookies and cream ice cream. 

You were almost halfway down the tub when you felt your phone vibrate beside you. You hit the accept button without looking at the number.

“Ms.Y/L/N,?” you heard the familiar voice of the receptionist from the clinic say. You instantly shot up, every possible worst case scenario flitting through your brain. She hadn’t even said anything and you losing your shit over absolutely nothing.

“I’m calling on behalf of Dr. Choi, the head of the clinic. There are a few things he’d like to discuss with you regarding the donation you made and the client who received it. He’d like to meet with you as soon as possible. is there anytime that you will be free to come down to the clinic this week?” she inquired. You eyed the clock on the wall across from you. It was just a little after 1.

“I’m free at the moment actually. I could come now, I mean if it’s ok with him” You hoped she said yes, if you didn’t see him today, all the possible reasons why he wanted to speak to you would have kept you wide awake all night. And your really weren’t in the mental state for anymore sleepless nights. 

You could hear her fingers tapping furiously against the keys of the keyboard as she paused, telling you to hold for a minute while she checked his schedule.

“That would be perfect actually. He has a free slot at 2:45.” You thanked her for calling you and hung up, assuring her you’d be there. 

You quickly got dressed and took a short walk to the bus stop. The whole time you were in the bus your brain started coming up with all the possible ways you could have fucked this one up.Maybe they wanted their money back because your blood poisoned someone. Could you even poison a vampire? But if you killed someone, that technically makes you a murderer and murderers go to prison.


You weren’t cut out for prison. You weren’t even cut out for life for God’s sake. You buried your face in your palms. You’re being way too extra right now. All of those reasons were dumb. You took a deep breath in an attempt to steady your erratic heartbeat. There was nothing to be worried about. They didn’t want the money back, you hadn’t killed anyone and you weren’t going to prison. 

It was easier to convince yourself once you were seated across from Dr.Choi in his office.

He looked to be in his early 40′s, his neatly cut black hair littered with patches of white and grey, tall and broad shouldered with sharp eyes that still somehow held enough warmth to put your troubled mind at ease.

“I’m glad you were able to meet with me this quickly despite the short notice. You must be wondering why you were summoned so suddenly “. He sighed and leaned back in his chair. You tapped your foot against the mahogany floor boards, waiting for what he had to say.

”As you know, we are a blood clinic who’s sole purpose is to keep the vampire population well fed. The blood is distributed randomly to the population based on the class of blood they order. Therefore every time they get a supply it’s from a completely different person. However, there are some cases in which a vampire receives a specific bag of blood, and they find it particularly… enticing. They want more of it and they feel like if they couldn’t get another taste of the blood they’d go insane. They become addicted in a sense. So they request a blood bond contract with the individual who donated the blood. It’s a very common occurrence actually. This is the case with you. You’ve been requested for a blood bond contract"

love-elizabeth-the-3rd  asked:

Hello~ ^^ for fun can I request what if the rfa members met Mc under different circumstances, such as not from her joining the chat but other ways. Maybe she worked briefly at Jumin's company for example or helped checked up on Elizabeth when she was ill (idk u go nuts on the circumstances) but after all of that, just for fun, what if when they were all chatting in the chatroom they found out they all met her in one way or another. I just wonder how they would of react to mc under normal yknow

_φ(* ̄ω ̄)ノ This is cute, and I usually have a few guilty pleasure daydreams of this happening to me. I can’t think of a scenario of them all knowing her. Maybe if this was all the same person? And just stretched over a time of a few months so it makes sense?


- He usually went to a local gym to work out with the machines he couldn’t afford. I mean, he’s gotta look nice, right?

- He wasn’t used to seeing women there, and he definitely wasn’t used to seeing women in baggy clothes staring at the machines

- He didn’t give it much thought. You were trying to build up some confidence- You’d get on it eventually! But he wasn’t going to stare. He needed to hurry up. He didn’t have long to work out today.

- Over the next few days, he always saw you shyly attempting to get on the machines, but he never saw you get on one

- One day, he saw you sitting on a bench outside, just looking down and thinking

- “Hey, do you mind if I join you?” 

- You looked a little spooked, but you nodded and he sat down beside you and introduced himself.

- The two of you sat quietly for a moment, before he finally decided on what to say.

- “You know, I’ve noticed you looking at the machines. I just want you to know that no one is going to judge you here, okay? Some other gyms may, but this one has been the kindest I’ve been to.”

- You didn’t really react much, just kinda still stared at your feet with a blush on your face

- “Hey, listen. I know it’s scary, and I know you’re worried of what people may think. But if anyone says anything bad, just find me! I usually come around this time every day! I can help you figure out some of the machines, alright?”

- You finally looked at him and gave him a small smile. You looked a little sad, but he hoped his words helped.

- That day you ended up excusing yourself (with a thanks) and heading on home

- But the next day he didn’t see you. Or the day after that.

- He chalked it up to you just being too shy. Which was fine- No one really liked showing off at the gym unless they were in super great shape.

- He thought about you from time to time, but imagine his surprise when the girl in the chatroom knew him after he sent a selfie!

- He was…actually really happy to know you were doing okay. He was worried about you after how sad you looked!


- He never really paid attention in most of his classes

- Sure, he tried! But…He was tired, and zoned out a lot.

- He knew you from his sociology class. He thought it’d be neat, but he ended up not understanding most of it.

- You, though, were one of the few people that actually spoke up in the class. Debated certain subjects with the teacher- asked really good questions

- And you were one of the people who didn’t let the teacher know he forgot homework, even though you talked to him so much.

- Basically, he thought you were really smart. But…Totally out of his league. Girls like you never really played video games, or liked guys who played…

- (He got himself a little annoyed thinking about that, he was in the middle of class! No time to get sad!!)

- The two of you ended up bumping into each other in the library one day. There was one copy of a certain book the sociology class wanted you to write a paper on. And it was due tomorrow!

- Of course you had it, and he was stuck trying to thumb through his phone or other books to hopefully just get a snippet of information he could use for his paper.

- “Yoosung?”

- He nearly yelped. He wasn’t expecting anyone to talk to him! Even you, for that matter!

- “Are you working on the paper too? I can share this book with you, if you need it. Maybe we can help each other out?”

- You were his fucking savior.

- The two of you ended up spending a few hours working on the essay- You even helped him with his if he promised to proof-read yours. He was lowkey kind of jealous that you did your papers at last minute, but got a better grade than him.

- But afterwards, he was just too shy to try talking to you again

- So when he heard your name in the chat, he went off on how he knew a girl by the same name

- “Oh, I know a guy named Yoosung too! We, ah, don’t really talk, but he’s in one of my classes.”



- Now he was even more determined to try and talk to you


-Look, he had to get all that Dr Pep from somewhere

- He was a regular at the little grocery store you worked in. He usually came around the same time, always paid with cash, and almost always got a shitton of Dr Pep

- God forbid you guys have a sale on it

- But he was nice, sweet. Always cracking jokes, always willing to try and make you laugh if you were looking rough

- There were a few times when he’d step in-between a you and an angry customer, and you were always so thankful because he usually made a dumb joke or two to lighten up the situation

- Pretty soon he had learned your name, and he usually came through your line, because you’d actually laugh at his jokes

- (I mean, the others did too, but your reaction to his horrible puns was a groan and a facepalm- He loved it)

- “I got all my dr pep to put a pep in my step!”

- “Man…Man, come on. I mean, I just had two buggies worth of groceries. You’re gonna do this to me?”

- Huge shit eating grin. Of course he was!

- When he finds out it’s you in the chatroom, he instantly wants to protect you even more.

- And, of course, the puns are now neverending. He had a list saved up for you, buddy, you were never going to escape them now


- Sometimes, when you were in need of good coffee and free wifi, you stopped at a local coffee shop. You’d spend a while in there, and occasionally you’d run into this very busy woman.

- Okay, moreso you thought she was cute, so you lowkey looked at her every now and then the few times your paths crossed

- She’d usually get coffee and something small, sit, and pour over paper work while chugging that damn coffee down like a pro

- The two of you only interacted once- It was a crowded day and you were sitting at the only table that had an extra seat, so…She asked to join you

- You stuttered while saying yes, but she didn’t question it.

- She did catch you glancing at her every now and then, and she eventually called you out on it.

- “I’m just curious, I’m sorry.”

- “No, it’s fine. It’s just a few reports for the company I work at. I have to go in soon, but the office is out of good coffee, so…”

- The two of you talked a bit, not too much because she needed to focus on her work, but it was safe to say you had a huge crush on her

- She might have thought it was a bit cute you were so curious about her

- So when she sees the messages saying that you remember who she is, from the coffee shop, she is blushing like mad

- Someone remembers her? Her??

- But she’s secretly happy. Is this a chance to get a friend for the first time?


- Granted, you didn’t work right beside him, but you worked in a department that knew his name….very….very…well.

- Nevermind the fact it was mainly tossed around like a curse

- I mean… Jaehee wasn’t the only one who had to deal with the cat projects he wanted to do

- You were decent at your job! Still young, still struggling with being an intern, the first time you ever had a serious job like this

- So the first time you bumped into him in the elevator, you tried your best not to stutter as you greeted him.

- “What department do you work in?”

- (The department that hates your fucking guts)

- “Oh, Uhm. The one you created, for your, erm, personal projects.”

- “Ah, how is the wine going?”

- “It’s…It’s going, haha. I’m actually turning a report in now.”

- (God, why were elevators so slow??)

- “Oh, you write the reports?”

- “Well…A lot of them, not all of them.” You thought about some of the harsh notes he had left on them, and tried not to break a sweat

- “I see, well. They’re all very good in the end. I appreciate the work your group is doing.”

- And bam, the elevator stopped for you and you just. Booked it.

- (Where the fuck are your anxiety meds holy fuck)

- When you enter the chatroom, and see it’s him, you are already kissing your future job goodbye. He was going to fire you so fast

- But…. he didn’t recognize you. Not by your name alone, at least

- When Seven pointed out you worked for him, Jumin just…Left the chatroom

- (The next time he got on, he had already read through your resume twice and talked about your current absence as well with your dept.)

Every Me And Every You - Thirty Nine

“Are you sure you want me to process this request? I know how much you fought for your place on the team, and you’re a valuable asset to us, Agent Y/L/N.” SSA Hotchner sat across the table from you, your transfer request in his hands.

The last few weeks at work had been hard. You’d tried to act as natural as possible around Spencer to avoid the rest of the team picking up on it, but they had to know that something was up. You barely spoke to each other unless you needed to and you’d stopped giving him rides to and from work.

Yet they didn’t ask, which was strange for them. Perhaps they were scared of what they’d find out if they pried. Some questions were better left unanswered.

This hurt. Like you were going through a break up except you’d never been in a relationship to begin with. Not only had you lost the best sex you’d ever had, but you’d also lost one of your best friends.

How dumb you’d both been to think that you’d be able to just have sex and experiment and it not mean anything. Had you not learnt anything from the angsty teenage novels you’d grown up reading?

Apparently not.

Your evenings were now spent moping around your apartment, slumming on the couch with mindless television playing until it was time to go to bed, dreading the next day at work because of seeing him again.

So finally, you’d made the decision to fill out the paperwork, to request a transfer.

Aaron had looked sad when you’d requested the meeting with him and had sat down to hand the papers over, but he almost seemed like he expected it.

It was the only way out, you’d thought. You didn’t want to begin to despise your job just because you were hurt. You could do a similar job in another department. Sure you’d miss the team, but you’d still see them.

“Yes, Sir. I’m sure.”

“Okay. I’ll submit the paperwork. You’re aware that it could take up to three months to go through, especially as you haven’t given a specific reason as to why you wish to be removed from the team.”

“I’m aware. That’s fine. I’ll continue to do my duty up until then.”

“Okay then.” Your supervisor pulled out a manilla file and placed your papers in there, closing it again and sliding it into his out tray.

“Y/N. Does this have anything to do with Dr Reid? I don’t wish to pry but…. ”

“Then don’t pry. Please.” Your tone was cool and by the look on Aaron’s face that response had been all the answer he’d needed.

“Alright. I’ll be sad to see you go Agent. You’ll be sorely missed when the time comes around, by the whole team, Dr Reid included.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that. Thank you Sir, have a good weekend.”

He nodded at you and you stood and exited his office, going straight to the elevator to leave. The doors were closing and you yelled for whoever it was to hold them.

They did, and when you made it to the doors you realised it was Reid.


He looked straight ahead, not even looking at you.

“Are you getting in or not?” His words were short, his voice cold.

“I’ll take the stairs. It’s fine.”

“God Y/N. Is it really that bad that you can’t stand to be in an elevator with me alone?”

“Actually yes. But hopefully we won’t have that problem for much longer.”

The doors started to close again and he waved his arms through the sensor, halting them.

“Pardon? You mean you’re leaving?” His tone was less cold now, more shocked.

“That’s what we agreed isn’t it? That if this started to affect work then one of us would leave. And that it wouldn’t be you. So yes, I’ve handed my transfer request in.”

He paused for thought and then stepped out of the lift.

“You take this. I’ve left my cell in my drawer.”

He turned, walking back to the office.

“Y/N? Is that you?”

You were sitting in a coffee shop, nestled in a corner booth reading a book when you heard a voice. You’d needed to get out of your apartment so you’d forced yourself to run some errands, picking up some new reading material and stopping for a hot chocolate before heading home.

You raised your head seeing a vaguely familiar face standing by the booth.

“Hi. It’s April, from erm…. The store. We met a few months ago?”

Yes. You couldn’t forget her.

“Hi. I remember.” You folded the page of the book down, taking a slight pleasure in knowing the Spencer despised people who did that, and placed it on the table.

“Can I….?” She motioned to the bench and you nodded. She slid in next to you, placing her own drink on the table.

“How are you? How’s Spence? Have you been enjoying the things you bought?”

The girl wasted no time at all and you wrinkled your nose at her questions. She laughed.

“Sorry. I know I’m a bit much sometimes.”

“It’s fine. Erm, I’m okay.”

“And Spencer?”

You shrugged at her.

“Ah, okay. So you two are no longer a thing.”

“Yep.” You popped the p and took a sip of your drink.

She looked at you carefully, the corner of her mouth twitching slightly in thought.

“Are you…. With anyone else right now?”

Your eyes widened slightly, christ almighty. She laughed at you again.

“I’m not asking for me. I have a partner currently. Although I’m certain he wouldn’t object if you wanted to join in. Chris, my partner… has a friend that was looking for a new sub. Are you still into that, now you and Spencer are no longer……. ”

Were you? You didn’t know. You’d been curious before, and you’d enjoyed what you’d done.

“Erm…. I’ve not done anything with anyone else. Spencer was the first.”

“That’s okay. Nate’s a great guy. He actually knows Spencer too. We’re going to a play party later, why don’t you come with? You can meet him and decide whether he’s someone you’d like, no pressure. And then whatever happens or doesn’t happen, happens.”

You had spent your last three spare weekends when you hadn’t been at work moping about, making excuses everytime Emily or Penny tried to get you to go out with them.

Maybe… Maybe this would be okay. Spencer had said April was okay and if he knew this Nate as well…

“Alright. I’m in. Do I need to wear anything special or bring anything?”

She looked you up and down and grinned.

“Got anything that would pass as a school or college girl outfit. Nate kinda has a bit of a kink.”

“I can manage that.” You’d bought a pleated skirt and a tie to use with Reid but you’d never got chance to. No use in it going to waste.

“Excellent. What’s your address, I’ll pick you up at eight. What’s your number?”

You reeled off your digits, her typing them into her cell along with your address.

“I’m so glad I ran into you again! And like I said, no pressure. Nate’s a good guy. And if he’s not your type, then maybe I’ll still give seducing you a go. I’ll text you later, beautiful.”

She slid out of the booth and flounced out of the door taking her takeaway cup with her, a bounce of excitement in her step.

You couldn’t quite muster up the same excitement, but you were willing to give it a go.

It could be…. Interesting.

You Can Never Go Home - Part Four

Ghosts From The Past

“Aw baby we’ve missed you so much!” You had forgotten how tight her hugs were and you were begining to wonder if she was ever going to let you go. Finally she stepped back, taking you in.

The last time you’d seen her was a few months previously when both your parents had come to visit. For obvious reasons they came to you as opposed to the other way round. She had never seen you in “FBI mode” before.

“You look so impressive”

“Mom please”

“What? You do! Doesn’t she?” She finally turned to Reid.

“Um yes?”

“Mom this is Dr Reid. Reid this is my Mom”

“Please to meet you Ma'am”

“Ma'am!” Your mother exclaimed with delight as she led you both inside and towards the back of the house “My God your co-workers are so charming and may I say handsome? Everyone’s started eating but there’s plenty left”.

She bounced into the room while you mouthed a ‘sorry’ to Reid who had gone bright pink.

“She calls it how she sees it” you grinned “the woman has no filter. But she is an excellent cook…”

As you entered the dining room you were greeted by a feast that could easily have fed the population of a small country. The entire team was there, plates piled high and chatting and laughing. Your father was at the head of the table deep in conversation with Emily but he rose to hug you when you came in.

“I’m proud of you kiddo” he whispered in your ear. You murmured a thanks before grabbing an empty seat next to your younger brother. Reid took the seat opposite and your mother immediately started piling food onto his plate. You suppressed a giggle as his eyes widened.

“Hands down, this is the best meal I’ve had on a case” declared Luke while the others murmured their agreement. You smiled proudly at your mother. It was hard being away from home so much, the food was something you missed in particular.

“Its better than what they serve down at the shitty motel” your brother nudged you and grinned. You rolled your eyes, grabbing the mashed potatoes.

“That was so wrong of them to kick you out” your mother’s eyes darkened. You could feel a rant coming on but your father cut in.

“Danny mind your language. He’s right though. Food’s better here”

“It’s like they don’t even want to solve those murders!” Apparently your Mom wasn’t going to be put off.

“Coleman’s a jackass”

“Danny seriously, language” Your Dad shot him one of his looks but when he turned away you gave Danny a sneaky fist bump under the table. There was a
large age gap between the two of you but you got on well.

“Those poor girls. How do you deal with seeing that on a daily basis?” your mother asked.

“We focus on the lives we save Mom” you answered.

“Is it true their eyes were missing?”



“That was supposed to be kept from the public?” JJ frowned “Where did you hear that?”

“Keith at school” Danny shrugged.

“Pam’s son” you clarified

“That charming lady at the station?” Rossi raised an eyebrow.

“That would be her” your father said “I wouldn’t expect much information to stay private here”

“I’ll have a word with the Sheriff tomorrow” said Emily, darkly.

“With all the respect in the world Agent, I doubt it would make a difference” said your Dad “People here are stubborn and certain things are valued much less than they should be”.

“We’re getting that impression” said Tara “You avoid the worst of it on the outskirts here?”

“Thank the Lord” your mother gave one of her legendary eye rolls.

“So…he did take their eyes?”

“Danny for God’s sake!”

“Yes he did. We call that enucleation”

“Reid please, we’re eating” said Emily


“Okay so-”

“Danny I swear to God if you carry on I’m going to make you sleep in the barn”

“Mom this is useful information to have if I want to join the FBI!”

“Woah when did you decide this?” you asked. 

“Danny wants to follow in his sister’s footsteps” your Mother didn’t tone down her boasting for a moment and you could feel the heat on your face as a grin swept around the team.

“Everyone else here is an FBI agent Mom, no one is impressed”

“We’re impressed”


“Are you interested in behavioural analysis Danny?” asked Reid.

“Hell yeah!” Danny said “I have so many questions. For instance when-”

“Not when we’re eating please” said your Mother and everyone laughed. Reid promised to lend Danny some books, age appropriate of course and conversation steered round to more normal topics as everyone finished their meal and the dessert that followed.

It was late when everyone was shown to their rooms. You had your old childhood bedroom while the team doubled up in the rooms usually reserved for guests or the students that worked on the farm.

As you got ready for bed there was a soft knock at the door.

“Come in”

“Hey” Luke stuck his head around the door.

“Careful, my parents have strict rules about be sneaking boys in here” you smiled at him. He glanced around the room, “I haven’t slept in here - or redecorated - since I was sixteen. Don’t judge”

“I’m saying nothing” said Luke, still hovering in the doorway. His tone suddenly grew serious “Reid told me what happened outside the Sheriff’s station. Are you okay?”

You bit back the urge to snap at him. Reid was only being a good friend afterall and it was sweet they were so concerned about you.

“Don’t be mad at him” said Luke “He was clearly worried and I pressed him”

“I’m not mad. Please tell him I’m not mad. I just…it was a shock”

“I’ll bet it was. Are you going to tell Emily?”

“No, our relationship with these guys is difficult as it is. I just want to solve this case and get home”

“I understand, you know you can talk to me anytime right?”

“I know Luke. Goodnight”

“Goodnight y/n”

As he went back to the room he was sharing with Reid you caught a glimpse of your Mother further down the hall.

“How long were you eavesdropping?”

“Long enough. What was happening outside the station?”

You shrugged. You knew that deep down as happy she was too see you, she was desperately concerned about you being there.

“Just people being stupid”

“There’s a lot of that going round”

You shrugged again but you couldn’t hide the sadness you were feeling. Your mother wrapped her arms around you, stroking your hair like when you were a little girl. You stayed there for what seemed like forever.

“So…Luke seems very nice”

You broke out of the hug, rolling your eyes.

“And the doctor, Spencer? He sounded very concerned about you”

“Mom, really? Their colleagues, friends”

“Uh huh. Well, sweet dreams”

“Yeah, Night”

You weren’t sure how long you had been asleep when someone shook you awake, whispering your name urgently.


“Hey” Reid’s face greeted you. He looked concerned.


“There’s been another victim”

Five minutes later, after you had pulled on some clothes and grabbed your badge and gun, you were stumbling into the car. You were still sleep addled as Emily relayed what the Sheriff’s department had called in.

“A group of high school kids was fooling around in the woods when they came across the naked body of a young woman. Most of them freaked and left the scene but two called the police. No ID yet but she’s definitely been strangled. Garcia is checking missing person reports”

“Wait” you have been struck by a thought “Where in the woods was she found?”

“Uhh let me see” Emily checked the map on her phone “Just south of the river by an abandoned hunting lodge”

“About a mile from the main road?”

“Yeah, exactly. You know it?”

“It’s a well known local spot. Kind of a lover’s lane”

It’s was also a short way away from where Toby had died…

You got out of the car at the scene and in all honesty you weren’t sure how your legs were moving. You had come here as a teenager with Toby when you first started dating. It brought back a lot of memories. You peered into the woods and for a moment you thought you could almost hear the rush of running water even though you were nowhere near close enough.

“We’re going to be in so much trouble when my Mom finds out” you sighed contentedly “Your dad is going to freak when he find out you bailed on practice”

Toby just grinned, tracing circles on your leg. The two of you were stretched out on a picnic blanket, the sound of the river was the only noise.

‘It’s worth it, just to be here with you. I hate having my dad listening at the door whenever you come over”

“Or my Mom bursting in with ‘snacks’ every thirty seconds” you snorted.

“You know I love you right?” he said, his voice suddenly serious.

“I know” you said softly. His lips were on yours, his hands on your waist, teasing at the waistband of your jeans. It was heaven, just the two of you there…

“Y/N?” Reid’s voice broke through the memory “If you want to head to the station, no one will judge you”

“No” you said, more firmly than you intended “I can do this”

He gave you a reassuring smile before going to examine the body. You couldn’t quite bring yourself to follow so you headed over to where Dale Coleman was deep in conversation with his father, Emily and Tara.

“Her name is Stella Reddick” the Sheriff was saying. He paused when he saw you but continued “She thirty three, owns a local vintage store”. He glanced over to where the coroner was placing her in the body bag, a look of pain flashed across his face. “I know the family. I should be the one to let them know”. Emily nodded and he stalked off. You felt a pang of sympathy for him.

“You were first on the scene?” you asked Dale

“Yeah. It’s awful. Everyone in town is on high alert, I can’t imagine how this happened. This guy is smart.” Dale shook his head.

“Was she reported missing?” asked Tara. Dale shook his head.

“He may have abducted her, killed her and then dumped her in a really short amount of time. Usually we see these UNSUBs take longer with each victim. The strangulation is what gets him off, he’d want to prolong that”

“Two victims this close together means he is devolving” said Emily “Or he is impatient to get to the source of his anger and the surrogates aren’t satisfying him anymore”

‘Why dump her here?” Reid asked as he and Rossi re-joined the group.

“When we were kids the woods were a good place to sneak off to for some…privacy” you said “Plus the lodge is pretty much still intact. It could be used all year round”

“Hadley Woods is kind of infamous since…” Dale trailed off and shot you an apologetic look “The river is over that way. Close enough but not too close you know? It’s part of the draw.” You swallowed, feeling sick. Everyone else was looking at you with sympathy. You tried to shake the feeling off.

“The other two victims were also found in wooded areas” you said “There actually connected if I remember right but I’d need to check a map”

“Do they all have the same kind of reputation as here?” asked Reid.

“Making out yes. Murder no” you said.

“That can’t be a coincidence” said Tara “This guys feels emasculated, impotent. Maybe he’s picking these dump sites as a message to people who he sees as having something he doesn’t”

“Wait hold on” Dale was frowning “Isn’t that a big leap? How do you know he’s impotent or emasculated?”

“There’s no sexual assault” said Emily.

“Yeah but doesn’t that just mean he’s a murderer not a rapist?”

“Most crimes like these have a sexual component” you explained but Dale looked doubtful. He’d always been kind of prudish. “Here the strangulation is where he gets a sexual release”.

Dale just shrugged and headed back over to his fellow deputies.

‘We should head back to the station” said Emily “JJ is there checking in with Garcia. Let’s see if we can find anymore victims before Kaity and if we know where he started we might be able to anticipate where he’s going”

As everyone headed back to the SUVs you turned back towards the river one last time. The sun had just begun to rise and the sky was begining to turn red. You shivered, like someone was walking over your grave.

Part Five - Close To Home will be up next week

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The Lexington Chronicles

The Announcement

Kara and Lena decide that they should probably tell their family about the pending adoption.

Everyone sending me love for Lexi makes me so happy!!!

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Lena’s hands are shaking as opens the bottle of wine.

She can barely get the corkscrew threaded, and when she finally does; she’s trembling too much to pull it out. She feels Kara’s hands settle on her waist, and she instantly relaxes, allowing herself to lean back into the embrace - eyes fluttering shut.

“You nervous, Mrs. Zor-el?” Kara’s breath is hot on her ear as the superhero brushes back the hair from her face.

“Nervous? Why would I be nervous? We’re just announcing to your family that we’re adopting a child in less than a week. Nothing to be nervous about.”

It’s Sunday afternoon, and they’re all set to pick up Lexington on Friday. There was still going to be a short one on one (well, two on one) visit with Lexi on Thursday to tell her the news, but besides that everything was completed. They were officially going to become parents.

Barring any protest from Lexi of course - which Lena wasn’t sure she would survive if that happened anyway.

“Are you nervous about Lexington? Or telling our family?” Kara asks, taking the bottle from her and nimbly popping the cork.

“I’m nervous that Lexington won’t like us once we get her home, but I’m mostly excited for that. I’m nervous about telling your family.”

“Do you need to wear one of your power suits? I’ve seen you face down a lot worse than our family in one of those!”

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Love in Numbers // Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Spencer Reid falls in love with Reader after becoming her teacher/tutor.

Requested by: Anonymous

Part 2

You couldn’t do this. It was too difficult and your brain was already burned out from studying for your business management midterm that you had taken that morning. There was no possible way you’d be able to come up with a solution.

Your brain wasn’t at all happy that it was now doing math. Or at least attempting to.

You sighed as you stared at the giant whiteboard that you had taken over, off to the left corner of the library and often utilized by students when planning group projects. You figured you would study better if you could write out the numbers on a bigger scale, easier to see. After an hour it really didn’t seem to make a difference.

“You got the x value wrong,” a voice called out from behind you. You turned and were met with the sight of a tall man, just a few years older than you. He was handsome with a mop of light brown hair on his head and a jawline that seemed to have been chiseled out by the Greek gods themselves. Weird, you surely would have recognized him if you had seen him around campus.

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give you my heart;

member- jimin

genre- fluff, angst, au

words- 2, 000

summary- you’re a transplant patient with a crappy heart and jimin’s your adorable doctor with a perfectly fine one. doctor!jimin

a/n- i plan on writing a scenario for each member of bts as doctors, so…yep! hope you like this!

disclaimer- I am not in medical school, nor am I a doctor. I probably screwed up somewhere in this, but i really tried to make it realistic and correct! I’m very sorry if I got something wrong. 

Originally posted by sxy-jmn

One more day. Twenty-four more hours. One thousand, four hundred and forty minutes. That was all you had to wait until you were finally free. 

In that short period of time, you would be receiving a brand new heart. You could finally go for a run, or ride a rollercoaster, or heck, go on an actual date, without feeling like your heart would crap out on you. You couldn’t wait to actually live your life without practically dying the whole time. 

“How is my favorite patient?” you heard a voice ask. You looked up from your very interesting celebrity magazine to see Park Jimin, your oh-so-handsome doctor. 

“Alright. I’d be doing better if I was reading about how Liam Hemsworth is looking for a girlfriend named Y/N with witty humor and a bad heart. But sadly, I’m only finding stories about how Kylie Jenner got another lip injection. Too bad,” you reply and let him check your vitals. 

You have been with Jimin- he refuses to let you call him Dr. Park- since you transferred hospitals around a month ago. You’ve had weekly visits with him to discuss your heart’s current shape, which, as always, wasn’t good. He was technically your surgeon, because he would be the one performing the long-awaited transplant, but you told him that calling him “Doctor” was sexier. 

“Hm, that is too bad. But hey, I heard Dr. Jeon down in trauma is single and ready to mingle.” Jimin wiggled his eyebrows and you rolled your eyes. 

“Too angsty for me.” You watched Jimin scan your charts and right down a few things. “Things alright?” you ask with nervous undertones. Jimin gave you a smile. 

“You’re doing great. Tomorrow you will have a new heart,  Y/N,” he replied and you couldn’t help but smile. Even though you knew that sometimes patients would reject their hearts, you had hope. You felt that this was going to work. 

You were born with dilated cardiomyopathy, which is basically when your heart decides to be an ass and not work right. Your main pumping chamber- the left ventricle- stretches and thins until it can’t pump blood like a normal, healthy heart can. Even though your disease wasn’t very intense when you were younger, as you grew, everything began to worsen and alas, you went from just a few pills a day to being put on the transplant list. It got to be the worst four days ago when you had such bad chest pains that you had to be rushed to the hospital via ambulance. Jimin was not very happy with you for not coming in earlier. 

You laid your head back, suddenly feeling a wave of fatigue. Jimin smiled softly and brushed some of your hair away. 

“I’m going to make sure you have a better life, okay? No more hospitals and trashy magazines. You’ll be hiking Everest and running marathons before you know it,” he tells you and you chuckle. 

“Let’s start with going up a flight of stairs without feeling exhausted first,” you said. He shook his head and laughed warmly. 

“You’re something else,” he whispered as you began to go to sleep. He sighed quietly and left your room. He went out into the hall to talk with one of your nurses when his close friend, Taehyung, approached him. 

“How is Y/N doing?” he asked his friend with a concerned gaze. Jimin stole a glance back at your room before turning to Taehyung.

With a frown, Jimin shook his head. “Thank God she’s getting a new heart tomorrow.”
You read a book once about a girl who had a heart transplant. She talked about how weird it was to exercise and do the simple things most people take for granted. But she also spoke about before her transplant. You remembered reading about the days she spent in the hospital before. She did everything that used to scare her and contacted everybody she knew to say goodbye just in case something went wrong. She was prepared for the worst. You, however, were not. You didn’t make calls, or tell people the things you were scared to confess. You did nothing. And that was your one biggest regret. Because life happens without you having a say in it, it doesn’t wait for you to be prepared. Life just happens

“We need a crash cart in here!” a loud, urgent voice yelled out into the hall. You could hear them yelling. But it sounded like it was coming through water for some reason that you couldn’t figure out. 

“I’m her doctor, she’s scheduled for a transplant tomorrow! What the hell happened?” you heard a very familiar voice scream. His voice began pressing on your chest rhythmically as you tried to stay alert, tried to keep awake. But you were so tired. Everything was heavy and you found comfort in the darkness. So you just let yourself …slip away. 

Jimin yelled for help again just as the cart was being wheeled in. He kept with the compressions but saw that it wasn’t helping you much. He reached for the defibrillator, but decided against it. “Her heart is failing. We need to go to the O.R. right now! Someone call UNOS and say we need a heart now,” he ordered and hopped up onto your bed as they began wheeling it to the OR. He continued with chest compressions, hoping to get your heart to wake the hell up and work right. 

When he finally got your heart to begin beating faintly, he prepared for what was going to happen next- total heart failure. He tried to focus on the situation- your heart was beating again, but it wouldn’t last long. You were quickly fading away, and Jimin knew that they needed to get you a healthy heart quickly or you weren’t going to make it. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry this is your life. But I promise I’m going to fix this. I’m going to give you a better quality life, I’m going to make you happy. I promise,” Jimin whispered as he hung his head over your body. He knew that his words had a double meaning, but you didn’t. To you or anybody else listening, he was just a concerned doctor.

Awake. Your eyes began to open as you entered the elevator and you squinted from the light. Jimin was still straddled on your body with his hands looming close to your chest. You felt like you were viewing and hearing everything from underwater again. Then you realized what was going on. Your eyes widened in fright and your mouth opened but no words made their way out as you looked desperately at Jimin for help. 

Jimin saw your panic and used one of his hands to cup your cheek very gently. He gave you a small smile. “It’s going to be okay, you’ll be okay. I’ve got you, alright? I’ve got you,” he assured you as you began drifting off again. The last thing you remembered was Jimin yelling at somebody down the hall before your eyes closed again to only reveal darkness. 

Beep. Snore. Beep. Snore. Beep. Snore. 

Grogginess encompassed your senses, but you still could make out two very distinct noises. The snoring was new, but the beep meant that you were alive. You were very aware of that beep. It hopefully meant that you had a brand new heart and a brand new life. You couldn’t remember them taking you to surgery, but you were sure that they did. I mean, why else would you be waking up in such a way?

As your eyes finally opened and your senses were fully awakened, you felt the breathing tube that was inserted into your throat and you also noticed all the new machines that were assisting your breathing and monitoring basically everything. You also took notice to a sleeping figure with their head resting on their arms that were folded on your bed. They sat in a plastic chair with their butt on the very edge, close to slipping off completely. The bright red hair gave their identity away, but you liked that you couldn’t see his face. It felt like a fairy tale- a mystery prince asleep at your bedside as you awoke from your supposed eternal slumber. And Lord knows you deserved a prince after all you’ve been through.

You tried to keep silent to admire him sleep, but the foreign tube down your throat caused you to make a choking noise. It didn’t take much for him to jolt awake. As soon as he woke, he stood up and started removing the tube with sleepy but focused eyes. 

“Nurses usually do this, but it’s okay if I do,” he whispered. You stared at him as he worked, admiring his gorgeous brown eyes and flawless skin. He was wearing a pair of grey sweats and a plain white t-shirt, which was something you had never seen him in. He was always wearing his scrubs and fancy doctor jacket with his name emblazoned on it. Seeing him so normal was weird, but…alluring. 

After the tube came out, Jimin made you cough and breath deeply a few times- which was surprisingly uncomfortable- which he explained would be done every two hours from now on to prevent any mucus from getting into your lungs. After he was done checking on a few more things, he pulled up the chair closer to you and sat down. 

“How did things go?” you croak out. This causes Jimin to chuckle and run a hand through his hair. 

“Well, I think you were trying to give me a heart problem with the way you were acting.” He stopped for a moment and took a deep breath. “You went into sudden cardiac arrest around five o'clock yesterday. Without a warning by the way. Thanks for that. So I did CPR on you until I got you into the O.R. and we called the transplant center and explained that you needed a new heart immediately. They bumped to the top of the list. A new heart was only thirty minutes away, so a team went to get it and I did something risky by opening you up and beginning the procedure without the actual new heart physically here. But everything went well and now all we do is wait and see what happens.”

You took it all in. You almost died? You didn’t even have the heart you were meant to have. You stole somebody else’s heart and took it for your own. And you know you should maybe feel a little upset about that, but you really didn’t. You were selfish enough to be thankful you got to live for God knows how long. 

“Thank you, Jimin. For saving my life and…for everything.” You reached for his hand. He took yours into his and gave you a squeeze. “But I do have a question.“ 

“You can ask me anything,” he replies.

“Why are you still here with me? Don’t you have to go home?” you asked him. It was weird that he was still here, not even in his scrubs, and doting on you like he was something more than your doctor. 

“Y/N…I know that it isn’t necessarily good when things like this happen, nor appropriate. But damn it, you are special. You make me feel things that nobody in this whole world has ever made me feel. I shouldn’t have these feelings for you, but I do. Y/N, I-I like you. A lot.  And that’s why I’m here right now by your bedside in the middle of the night instead of at my apartment. It’s because I really, really like you,” he confessed and you couldn’t help but feel shocked. Jimin liked you?

Jimin liked you. 

You giggled. “Well you did already steal my heart,” you tease and he laughs at your comment and gives you a kiss on the cheek. 

“It’s okay, you can have mine.”

Mama - Liam x MC

Book: The Royal Romance
Pairing: Liam x MC (I named her Mayra Knightley)
Summary: A month and a half has passed since the coronation. Mayra has returned back home to New York City only to find a bittersweet surprise she took back home with her.
Additional Info: I headcanon that everyone was able to spend that time at the hedge maze with the prince (whoever wanted to) and there was no diamond option.
Rated: T for Teens/Young Adults

Part 1: Discovery

“Is that ramen noodles with peanut butter, Mayra?” Daniel inspected my distinctive colored bowl.

“Yeah, why?”

“What do you mean ‘why’? That’s kinda gross.” He remarked in disgust.

“Hey, don’t judge me if a girl’s got cravings!” I defended, throwing one of our hand towels at him. Thanks to Daniel, when I had come back from Cordonia he was willing to share an apartment with me until I got back onto my feet. Not only that, but I was grateful that he managed to get me a job at another local bar he also worked for. 

“You’ve been having weird ones the last couple of weeks. First tuna sandwiches with cherry syrup then grilled cheese with caviar and now this?” Daniel laughed, gesturing the breakfast in front of me.

It was odd that I was making strange mixtures of my food recently but I’m sure it’s just me beginning to savor what normal food tasted like again. Compared to…a month and a half ago.

A month and a half ago…

A month and a half ago I was practically destined to become queen of a foreign country I barely knew about. A month and a half ago I was wearing a frilly white ball gown compared to the barely clothes I own now. A month and a half ago I had realized I had fallen helplessly in love with a prince and he returned the emotions back. A month and a half ago I realized that fairytales didn’t always have a happily ever after. A month and a half ago…was the last time I ever saw him.

“Mayra!” I heard Liam call out my name to the crowd, his eyes frantically searching for me.

“Liam! I’m here– get off!” I yelped when of the guards aggressively yanked me farther to the ballroom doors. My voice was no use though as all the chaos and voices drowned me out.

I saw Liam take a step off the dais only to have guards hold their hands out in front of him, “I need to speak to her.”

My heart fluttered knowing he was attempting to at least hear my side of the story and a light of hope lit up in me until…Queen Regina pulled him aside to whisper into his ear. I fought harder against the guards and tried to grasp either Drake or Hana’s hands fighting through as well.

“Please! I need to speak with him!” I pleaded.

“Prince Liam will now make his announcement.” I heard King Constantine announce.


“I choose…” I saw Liam’s blue eyes darken as he clenched his fists “…Lady Madeleine.”

I was snapped back into reality when I suddenly felt my stomach churn sickeningly. My eyes glanced at my bowl curiously and stirred the material in it questioningly. I smacked the food in my mouth slightly only for it to suddenly taste nauseating and bitter.

“Mayra? You okay?” Daniel asked with concern.

Ignoring him, my eyes widened when I felt my entire body tense up and my abdomen clench as stomach contents rose up to my throat. I ran past him and into the bathroom, throwing the seat up. I got down onto my knees just in time for the vomit to pool out of my mouth.

“Mayra! Oh my god!”

“Go…” I gagged into the toilet, gripping the sides of tightly “…away!”

“Hold on! I’m going to call my uncle!” I hear Daniel add.

I didn’t focus on that though. Instead, I continued throwing up my breakfast and last night’s dinner into the toilet. After a couple of minutes, my retching eased into a light headache. Taking a deep breath, I regained my posture but still kept my hands placed on the seat incase another wave were to come. Figuring it was done, I flushed the toilet and fell back onto my butt against the bathroom wall.

“God, that was horrible…” I muttered and placed a hand on my forehead to feel if it was hot. I was warm but nothing too severe and just a bit exhausted out of nowhere.

“Mayra, Dr. Parker is here,” Daniel informed me.

I nodded and allowed him to help me up. I swayed slightly on my feet but managed to walk back into the living room where he placed me gently on the sofa. In front of me I saw Dr. Parker, Daniel’s uncle, give me a warm smile.

“Mayra, dear, how do you feel right now? Daniel told me you were throwing up earlier.”

Trying to swallow the slight acid still in my mouth, I nodded slowly, “Yes…uh, I think it was the peanut butter and ramen.”

“No, Mayra. This has already happened three days in a row now.” Daniel said with a frown.

“All the same time of day?” Dr. Parker raised an eyebrow at him.

Daniel nodded and I slumped into the seat, groaning, “Dr. Parker, really it isn’t anything. Maybe just a stomach flu.”

“Yes but I do need to ask you some more questions, Mayra,” Dr. Parker scooted his chair closer to me. “Let me just check your eyes, ears and throat first though.”

He went on with his procedures to check me but his expression was still troubled. Being somewhat of a good reader of people I knew there was something he was trying to hold back from telling me.

“Dr. Parker is everything okay?” I asked, real genuine concern now.

He rubbed his mouth, thinking deeply and looking me straight in the eye. “Mayra, have you been having cravings? Back aches? Any delays in your menstrual cycle?”

Reflecting back, I knew I had cravings and at times my back would suddenly feel like someone was hammering into it. My period though…it’s always been late, never normal so I don’t know what he was trying to get at. “Well yeah, I have cravings a lot now and my back has had some ache episodes but my period has always been irregular so.”

“Right well…Daniel? Do you mind stepping out of the room?”

He was taken aback but nodded at his uncle, “Yes, of course.”

When me and Dr. Parker were alone, he lowered his voice to me as I inched closer in curiosity. “Mayra I don’t mean to probe but… Have you been sexually active with anyone the last two months?”

I blinked, now knowing what he was trying to tell me. No, I couldn’t be…not when he’s…oh god no. My mouth hung open as I just stared at him, frozen in place.

“Mayra…I think…I think you’re pregnant.”

Waiting Game - chapter 4

People yelled at me after the last chapter, so here I am trying to fix things :)

Not saying I’m successful, but the point stands

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Lacey got some raised eyebrows on the street outside, but she didn’t much care, taking the bus to the university campus and hurrying home to shower and change.  The race to get to class on time was a pleasant distraction from the thoughts that kept slipping into her mind and digging their gleeful claws into her self-esteem.

Fuck him, she thought sourly, as she slid into a chair, the rest of the class taking their seats around her.  Not like there aren’t a dozen like him around here.

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Lightning and Thunder (Seokjin/OC)

Chapter 3

I was stuck dumb by how large and sprawling Seokjin’s apartment was, the entire expanse of the huge penthouse done in muted black and white. Some odd paintings here and there added a splash of color but most of it was geometric patterns, nothing too wild. 

The livingspace was wide and open , friendly and matching the personality of its owner. i noticed the comfortable slightly curved couch with the white upholstery , the small coffee table in front of it carrying a crystal vase with two long stemmed irises. 

The opposite wall was fully glass, showing a breathtaking view of the Seoul skyline and the carpet was fluffy white , expensive looking and feathery . 

 But what i really couldn’t stop staring at was what appeared to be a life size portrait of Kim Seokjin in a white tuxedo, fitted right in the centre of the largest wall in the livingspace right next to the door which led to the master bedroom.. 

“This….is. “ I stopped, just staring at it and trying to formulate words.

“Magnificent? I know… The suit is Brioni and the photographer was…” Seokjin ranted off some unpronounceable name and went on to decribe the suit in more boring detail and i cut him short when it became too much. 

“Are you a doctor or a model?” I said , staring slack jawed as he  reached for the first of the seven boxes ( which the concierge had kindly dropped off in the hallway )  into what looked like the spare bedroom . I watched him place it at the door and then return back for the next one.

“I model for my father’s Company, when he needs someone at short notice.” He shrugged and i gaped because I had been joking. 

“Okay… Dr. Kim.”

“Call me oppa.” He said casually and I spluttered. 

“I.. no.. that’s …i can’t…”

“what? i’m not that old…” 

“But still…. “

“Fine. As you wish. Come see your room.” He ushered me in and I stared in awe. 

“Like it?” He said sounding amused as i took in the muted grey and blue colors, the robin egg blue bed with the aquamarine sheets. The curtains were a light teal grey , pulled aside to show huge bay windows that opened into a rooftop garden. I peered out into the roof in awe, seeing the small stone jacuzzi set into the corner of the wall. 

“this is amazing.” 

“Anyway, I’ve put in a study table , a night lamp and a case full of stationeries in your room. There’s also a worktable with a computer, Wi-fi connection, a printer and a scanner. I’ve kept the paper for the machine in the shelf underneath it. I don’t mind you listening to music as long as it’s at a reasonable volume….” 

He pointed out each item as he talked and i felt myself getting steadily agitated. 

I stared at him in helpless consternation.

“Dr. Kim, i can’t stay here!!” I whispere yelled. 

He blinked. 

“What? Why? is it the color…i can call an interior decorator if you-”

“What-No! it’s not the color .. it’s …the colors perfect…i…”

“Are you scared of heights? The curtains can close, you know…” He grabbed a remote and pressed some button on it and i watched slack jawed as the curtains automatically pulled shut. 

Holy cow. 

“ i can’t just stay here for free.. it’s …it’s too much…” i whispered raggedly. 

He blinked, red lips parting in surprise.

“Don’t be ridiculous… It’s not too much! You’re carrying my nephew or niece in there.” He pointed at my belly and I instinctively pressed my palm there. 

“even so… This seems too much.. “ i looked around. 

“You can help me around the house with some of the chores. If you feel bad about it.” He said casually , grabbing two of the boxes and placing them on the bed. “ I’ve emtied out the closet. Do you want to put your clothes in now? Or should i make dinner first?” He asked casually.

I grabbed the nearest box and opened it , seeing the figurines from earlier wrapped neatly in thick wads of newspaper to keep them from breaking. Grinning i unwrapped the package. 

“You cook?” i said surprised. 

“Not normally. i’m usually too busy but I took today off anyway and I’m not sure you should be eating take out. Home cooked meals are always healthy. Which reminds me…. There’s a recipe book in the kitchen counter. it’s mine and the stuff there is really simple. I’d prefer if you make your own meals instead of eating out.” He said firmly.

I pouted.

“I don’t cook well…i’ll just eat burgers and coke and fries… ”I said , mostly teasing. 

i knew my way around the kitchen. 

“Oh… well, i’ll cook whenever I come home and leave it in the fridge. All you’ll have to do is heat it up and-”

“i was joking!! Could you please stop being so nice, i feel like I’m swindling you!! ” I cried out , aggrieved. 

Seokjin chuckled amiably. 

“Your swindling isn’t going to affect me , Yeri ya. I’m rich enough to afford spoiling you.” He winked . 


Now here’s the thing. i knew that there was nothing even remotely suggestive about his wink. But just the visuals…..

With his messy blond hair and creamy white complexion and those long lashes, and those plump red lips…. 

Momentarily losing all control of my brain cells, I blurted out.

“You’re so pretty , I feel like I’ve failed as a girl….” 

He stared at me for a second and I expected him to burst out laughing at my ridiculousness.

Instead he went a deep, plum red. 

i stared as the flush spead up his neck, over his killer cheekbones and finally his ears looked like chillies as he ducked his head in embarassment.

“I… You… I’ll get started on dinner.” He rushed out before i could fully process that I’d somehow managed to make Dr. Kim Seokjin blush. 


“There’s some stuff i’d like to talk about.” Seokjin said , later as i sat perched on the counter, carefully cutting up spring onions and dropping them in a bowl. I hummed in acknowledgement , glancing at him. He was wearing a white t shirt, tight around his mammoth shoulders and hanging loose around his incredibly tiny waist. 

The apron around said waist was a pale baby blue, looking pretty against the gray stonewashed jeans on his long legs. He grabbed the pepper crusher and twisted it vigorously, seasoning the chicken in the bowl and reached for the salt immediately after. 

“Shoot.” I prompted  and then grabbed a carrot from a nearby tray and munched on it. Seokjin gave me a judgemental stare. 

“ I remember seeing you at the sushi place near the campus about three times last week. I would rather you don’t eat sushi in seedy places.” He said calmy.

I stopped munching.


“Raw fish isn’t healthy for you. There’s a risk of infection and I also want your buddy’s number.”

“My who?”

“Buddy.. What do you kids call it… BFF? Your best friend? The girl you stay attached to.”

i swallowed the carrot and gave him a sheepish smile.

“Uh… i don’t have one?” I said softly. 

He stopped seasoning the chicken and looked at me.

“Excuse me?”

“i mean…i have friends..” acquaintances really. “ but uh.. no one close.”

“So who should I contact if you don’t pick up the phone?” 

I frowned. 

“You’re being weird now.” i pointed out. 

Seokjin sighed.

“i’m being responsible. Like i said, I won’t be here often. kit’s entirely possible we won’t be seeing each other for days. i would like to be able to check up on you in between.” He said primly. 

 Is this because of me wishing to see my mom, last night , God? Because this is freaking me out. 

 “ I’ll pick my phone up. for sure. I promise.” i said quickly. 

Seokjin hummed.

“Fine. And like i said , no coffee okay?” 

I groaned. 



“ This is really delicious. “ i said brightly, shoving another spoonful of rice and a bit of chicken into my mouth. The sauce was rich and seasoned well, not too oily or salty. 

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. it’s important to eat well during your pregnancy.” he said thoughtfully. 

I continued eating, pausing to smile brightly. 

“ Thank you for the food , Dr. Kim I’ve been feeling really hungry lately.” I admitted. “ Must be the baby feeling hungry then….” 

“Yes… but interestingly, you don’t actually need to eat any extra calories during the first trimester.” He said softly. 

I froze mid bite.


“You don’t have to eat extra …. Not for another month at least.” 


I glanced down at the third helping of rice in my bowl. oh whatever. it had been so long since I’d had any home cooked meal. 

And then slowly his words began to ring on a loop in my head. i frowned. 

“Wait.. are you telling me i should stop eating? “ i glanced up. 

Seokjin looked taken aback as he frowned. 

“What…no , i-”

“Because i’m not fat! i went to the doctor last week and he said i was a healthy weight!” 

“Yeri.. i’m not insinuating that-” 

“Or are you calling me a freeloader… Am i eating too much for you to afford??!”

“Oh, for the love of God….” 

“Because you were the one who said that you could afford to spoil me!!” 

Seokjin sighed while i felt hot tears stinging the back of my eyes. 

Oh, God what was wrong with me!!

 My mood swings had been a bit bad but apparently, today my hormones were working overtime. 

“Sweetheart… I’m just worried that…”

“Forget it.” i stood up, horrified, partly because of what had happened and partly because I was close to tears. i had to get away from him before i embarassed myself completely. 

i quickly ran into the guest bedroom, not even sure why i was crying. 

Seokjin’s voice came from outside the door.

“Yeri…i was just worried that you’d get sick…. “ He called out imploringly and I felt worse.

“I…i know..I’m so sorry, Dr. Kim… i just… i’ve been feeling a little … emotional these few weeks. ” I called back, still burrowed in the sheets. He was a doctor wasn’t he?? He would understand my suffering. 

“Should i come in?” He said worriedly. 

“No.. No.. i’ll be fine. I’m sorry for yelling at you. Thank you for the food. “ I said miserably.

“Okay. My shift starts in three hours. i won’t be here when you wake up. My chauffeur will pick you up when you leave. Just tell my name at the reception and he’ll come around, okay?”

I felt the heavy feeling of guilt settle deeper inside my gut. 

“Okay , Dr. Kim.” 

there was a few seconds of silence. I thought he’d left when his voice came through the door again. 

“Good night, sweetheart. i’m going to be right here if you need  me, okay? ”

I promptly burst into tears. 


And then at 3.00 Am as i emptied the contents of my stomach into the porcelain bowl of Seokjin’s toilet, I understood exactly why he’d wanted me to cut down on the food. 

It didn’t help that when I dragged myself to the kitchen to get some water from the cooler i found a flask on the spotless kitchen counter with a small note underneath.


This is ginger tea. Something tells me that dinner is going to pay you a visit again tonight. Drink this and drink plenty of water. Should help settle your stomach. Sleep on your side, 

Dr. Kim

Seokjin Oppa

Oh, God. Where was death when you really needed it? 


Seokjin POV

“So, I made her some ginger tea and left a note.” Seokjin finished , carefully grading the papers from his third year class. 

“Wow. You must really care for this girl…” 

“Hmm…. oh well, someone should. She’s pretty clueless and seems to have no friends. I tried asking around and she’s mostly a bit of a recluse. Not a lot of friends . And her family is shitty too. “

“wow, they made you swear? Must be real bad.”

“Dad’s banker, Mum’s a teacher. They’re supposed to be paying for her rent at least, she has a full scholarship. But they cut her off just because she’s pregnant.”

“Because of your brother.” Namjoon said firmly, his voice hard. 

“Taehyung’s a kid, Namjoon… he didn’t know…”

“Bullshit hyung. We both know he’s a menace. He didn’t ‘ accidentally ‘ sleep with her. He made a bet with those useless friends of his and got her drunk. I don’t think it’s anything less than rape.” 

Seokjin felt annoyance and guilt well up inside him in equal measure.

“Stop exaggerating! He didn’t get her drunk… he… he just got carried away…” Seokjin said lamely. His palms were getting sweaty. 

“And now you’re covering up for him as usual. You should really let him face the consequences of his reckless actions , hyung everytime you clean up his mess, it just makes him do worse things!” 

“what am I supposed to do, Namjoon-ah?! Let the girl know the truth?! She could make it public. It would wreck Taehyung’s life. He’s engaged already!” He said miserably. 

“And what about, Yeri hyung? She’s alone, no money, no family…. doesn’t she deserve compensation? Your brother is supposed to be supporting his child at the least!!” Namjoon said angrily. 

Seokjin couldn’t even defend his brother now. Taehyung was always reckless but this time he had outdone himself. 

Seokjin did hate his brother sometimes but he was still his brother. 

Yeri was a good girl and he felt sorry for her and  this time, he knew he was doing something wrong as well. . 

But he couldn’t help it. 

Family was still family. And Taehyung would always have to come first. 

But more than that, there was something far more important at stake. He thought about Taehyung’s fiancee and the 300 billion won investment that her father would be bringing in for the Hospital. 

He could have the pediatric oncology clinic that he had been dying to set up from his freshman year in medical school. Hundreds of thousands of children would be benefitted. 

But all that would go down the drain if Taehyung’s fiancee found out that the boy had made another girl pregnant. He couldn’t risk that happening. 

the greater good, he thought miserably. 

Besides, it wasn’t like he was abandoning Yeri. 

“I’m supporting her, aren’t I?” He said furiously. “ i’m going to take care of her and the baby. “ He said firmly. And he meant it. He would treat her like a queen. He would give her the best that money could buy. Anything and everything she wanted. 

Namjoon shook his head. 

“That’s not the point hyung. She deserves to know the truth. The choice should be hers.” 

Seokjin frowned and stood up. 

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” He said firmly , before walking out. 


Kudos to anyone who guessed that my story would never be angst-free. 

doctors- a penvenys AU chapter 3

Dwight knew as soon as his phone rang at 1:45am that it was bad news.

“What.. the fuck ?” He turned the light on and winced at the sudden change of scenery before fumbling for his phone.

“Hello?” He yawned blearily. He hadn’t even had time for contacts, placing his glasses so they more or less hung off his nose.

“Dwight it’s me.” The voice was almost unrecognisable and incredibly shaky.

“Demelza?” He was shocked because if anyone wasn’t a morning person, it was her. “What’s going on?”

“This is going to sound stupid but- I need someone to come and sit with me.” Her voice showed a feigned courage but underlying fear. “Caroline isn’t well.”

Dwight’s heart dropped, knowing how much this meant to her. “I will be there in half an hour- do you want me to bring board games and colouring books?” He knew her favourite car journey distractions could help around about now.

“Sounds good. Sorry I would’ve asked Ross but he’s in surgery you know.” Her voice was dead and this concerned Dwight more than it should.

“I’m going to hang up now, will you be ok?”


He arrived at the hospital and found Demelza looking lost in reception. “They’ve evacuated her room Dwight. None of my flowers are there or anything.” She collapsed into a chair in the waiting room full of late night A+E victims.

“They’ll keep her in intensive care for a while and then move her back I’m sure.” Dwight replied calmly, taking his backpack off and getting out the pocket board games he’d bought.

“But that’s not it.” A tear squeezed the corner of Demelza’s eye. “She’s having surgery now and they’re not sure her body will cope- one of her fractured ribs is interfering with her organs and she’s already in shutdown mode. I don’t even know if she will make it through the night. They won’t let me be on duty because they can clearly see I’m a mess but I’m a bag of nerves.”

As a qualified doctor who sometimes flirted with surgery, Dwight knew that this was not good at all. In fact, there was very little chance Caroline would make it. His heart dropped that he’d encouraged such bottomless optimism in Demelza and somehow in himself? Just by talking to her he felt attached in a way he couldn’t comprehend and so he figured out playing a game was the best solution.

“So Cluedo is out because there’s only two of us.” Dwight decided not to reply to Demelza directly because she needed time. “But I have Kerplunk.”

Demelza offered a watery smile. “I love Kerplunk.”

So Dwight spent the next 5 minutes setting it up in tense silence with both their pagers on the table between them, a constant reminder of what was going on around them.

But once the game started, tension leaked out a little bit. It  was a game that didn’t need any words but could still be enjoyed and could still occupy minds and that was the goal really.

Dwight was also terrible at Kerplunk whereas Demelza could play for England so when finding himself with many marbles and her with very few, her smile seemed to become genuine, almost forgetting the tense circumstances. Dwight was relieved by this.

A nurse came strolling in at around 2:30am to which Demelza asked, “Any news Prudy?”

“Unfortunately not.” Her arms were crossed and she looked as if she hadn’t slept in days. “Also, Sister Keren wants you to clock in now. She says we ought to make use of youse bein’ here while you are.”

“Wait.” Demelza’s eyes widened and eyebrows raised simultaneously. “She’s asking me to start a fucking shift? Like this?” She presented herself with her hands, indicating her watery eyes and lack of scrubs. “Well she can go fuck herself.”

“Ain’t gonna be easy tellin’ her that.” Prudy winced. “But I understand. T’int right t’int fair t’int just t’int proper. Listen I’m supposed ta clock out round three but will stay ‘til six ta cover ye.”

“Prudy.” Demelza stood up, taking her hand. “You couldn’t possibly.”

“I know ya’d do the same.” She shrugged modestly. “And s’truth. Fuck sister Keren.” And with that she turned on her heel and left.

“My god.” Demelza turned back to Dwight and sat down. “I would die for that woman.”

“Maybe I should just become a nurse.” Dwight shrugged. “Doctors are absolutely merciless.”

“Ay, well you’ve gotta stick together when your pay is being docked hourly by the government.” She shrugged. “Fuck Theresa May right?”

“Yup.” Dwight was so tired and his head was swimming. But he knew he could always nod to that.

They packed Kerplunk away and Dwight left Demelza with an adult colouring book whilst he tried to make sense of his hectic schedule for tomorrow where he was scheduled in about 3 places at once. And to think, he became a GP for less work.

The clock struck 4am and it was radio silence all round.

“I’m going to have a wander round.” Dwight told Demelza, putting the random tabloid he was reading down. “See if I can hear anything. I start at six though so I can’t promise I will be back.”

“If you hear anything.” Demelza’s eyes were weeping. “Tell me straight away- page me or something.”

“Ok.” And with that, Dwight stumbled off, to try and hear things and to nap in his office before his shift.

His hands were on his cheeks trying to get some life into his face as he carried his backpack like a lost explorer.

“Oh thank God Ross.” He saw his friend across the corridor and reached out to him. “Have you heard anything about Caroline? Demelza’s driving herself mad.” He yawned.

“It’s 50/50.” Ross frowned. “I’ve just come from putting a cast on at A+E but they had to pull her out of the induced coma to operate and they aren’t sure if her body’s strong enough.”

Dwight sucked in his teeth. “But she’s alive?”

“For the minute, yes. This doesn’t come without risk but they only put her in an induced coma as a precaution you know- it’s just a case of her body being ready to come back at full force.” Ross shrugged. “We won’t know until she’s recovered from surgery but the doctors reckon her other injuries have healed enough for her to come out of an induced coma if she’s successful. All we can do is wait- we should know by about 9am.”

Dwight looked at his watch. It was a quarter to six.

“They’re being so quiet in surgery it’s impossible to know what’s going on. Just start your day as normal.” Ross tried to sound convincing.

Dwight huffed before heading off to his office. He had a packed morning including two hours of doing low-key jobs in A+E like stitches.

Evidently he had no way of napping before a shift. He was due to finish at 12 though so there was a silver lining.

“Dr Enys, the antibiotics aren’t working.”

“Rosina, it’s called antibiotic therapy.” Dwight rolled his eyes. His last appointment of the day was a sad twist of fate. “It means you have to take all of them until you run out. You’ve taken about a week’s worth.”

“You know…” She looked at him, pouting and leaning forward. “I thought this would involve actual therapy- you know like one on one.”

“Sorry Rosina.” He laughed nervously. “My face can’t cure chlamydia.” He backed away. “So really if you just keep taking your drugs you should be absolutely fine- no need to see me again.”

Thank God.

He was about to cry with relief that he’d finally finished his day when his pager went off. It was one of the sisters claiming there was an emergency that he needed to attend to before he clocked out. So maybe his shift would end around three now. He sighed.

“Sorry Miss Hoblyn but I have an emergency to attend to.” Dwight muttered dryly, kicking open the door for her. He had heard a rumour earlier in the day that some idiot had been trying to perform stunts on his motorbike and Dwight was probably needed to do some stitches or something.

He reached the intensive care unit and looked for the right bed- number 64. He had bought his bag with him just in case he was needed for stitches so he thought himself well prepared to do some stitches or something.

He realised when he opened the curtain of number 64 that the answer was or something.

He dropped his bag straight on the floor and his face was white.

Directly in front of him was an incredibly lifelike Caroline Penvenen looking very smug considering not even 24 hours ago she was on death’s door.

“Don’t you just love that they gave me my own pager?” She shook it in her hand. “And you were first on my list to call… I heard you’re the best doctor they have in this godforsaken place.” She was immobile but it was what to be expected from someone who hadn’t moved for months.

“I’m-I’m sorry.” The situation had not yet dawned on him that he was speaking to a real, animate Caroline Penvenen. Of whom he had told several of his secrets too whilst she lay in a hospital bed. “I’m not an intensive care doctor- we have some really good ones though.”

“That’s funny because Demelza told me that you do a little bit of everything- so why not me?” He expected her to be shy but she smiled with ease until it was almost a smirk.


“Did you know, just before my accident, Demelza was so keen to get me to break up with my boyfriend she was going to set us up on a blind date?”

Dwight looked up and into her eyes. Abort. This was a mistake. Her gaze was intense. “Would you have gone?” He asked.

“Dr Enys!” She feigned surprise. “What kind of woman do you think I am? I’m loyal to a man.”

“Oh- I didn’t realise.” Dwight stuttered, embarrassed. “I never saw him call into see you.

“Well I guess the wedding is off then.” She frowned but she didn’t really seem too bothered. Dwight was struck. Demelza was lying? She didn’t just have a boyfriend but she was engaged too?

“I’m just kidding.” She broke the silence. “I do have a boyfriend though and he’s coming for me.”

Dwight’s stomach sank now not just due to jealousy but plainly because he knew this to be incredibly unlikely. He’s seen patients like this before and he just knew that somehow or another, she would end up heartbroken.

so @bleuczerny had this amazing pynch au where adam is dubbed as “dr. pretty” and ronan is his new patient. he comes in with injuries that start out real, but get increasingly more ridiculous with every visit. (thank you for letting me write this!)

The most interesting of stories seem to always begin with Ronan Lynch.

When he was five, and his father had denied him access to his mother’s ever famous Irish beef stew, he made it his mission to be the first to taste it under any given circumstance. No more than twenty minutes into that mission, the pressure cooker exploded, the kitchen was a mess, and both his parents found him sitting in a puddle of stew looking absolutely betrayed. He may or may not have cried at the loss. 

When he was eighteen, he took his school’s “buddy” program hosted by the local orphanage a bit too far by accidentally adopting his buddy, Opal. A legal adult by then, the school could do nothing about it, and she had been living with him ever since. 

And now, at the ripe age of twenty eight, he was being hauled into the hospital by his best friend due to him having gone through the most embarrassing fight in his life. Being Ronan, though, he had a knack for making anything sound badass, along with being blessed with the gift of threatening persuasion, so surely this wouldn’t be too much of a problem to brush off. 

Until it was. 

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The (kinda) Lost and (sorta) Found  (Bruce Banner x Reader Soulmate AU)

A/M: Hey! I got a request for a Bruce Banner Soulmate AU piece with a plus sized reader so here goes! I know it’s kinda late so I tried to make it longer! Enjoy!

(Y/H)= Your height

Bruce Banner remembers hiding in his closet a lot as a little kid. He would squeeze in between his dresser and his wall and cover his ears with his hands muttering to himself trying to block out the sounds coming from his parents room.

He would mutter for hours. He would start muttering as many prime numbers as he could remember. Then he would move on to equations, quadratic and the one used to figure out how fast the stars outside his window were decaying.

Then when it got really bad and he could hear his dad banging on his door and slurring his name he would start muttering the words on his wrist. “There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Over and over he would mutter those words knowing he would never be like his father. He would find his soulmate and love her more than anything in the world.

He would be a good man. He promised himself. He promised his soulmate. He promised.


In college Bruce didn’t have to hide in closets anymore. (Except after that one time he stole some lab equipment so he could do an unauthorized experiment in his dorm room but he doesn’t really like to talk about that.) He was pretty much invisible. Sure everyone in the science department knew him, but girls tended to steer clear. The only ones who talked to him were his science partners and as soon as the first words out of their mouths weren’t the ones written on his wrist he lost interest,

Bruce Banner was convinced if he didn’t find his soulmate he would end up like his father. He would hurt whoever he tried to love. Finding the one person in this world meant for him was his only chance of not becoming the thing he feared most.


He became one anyways. He became a monster. But he was something far worse than his dad had ever been. He didn’t just hurt one person. He hurt hundreds of thousands. And no one was going to be able to stop him.

That’s when Bruce realized he had never had a chance. He wasn’t meant to have a soulmate. He was just going to hurt whoever it was.

 So he went into hiding. He told himself he was just trying to keep his promise. He was just trying to protect her.

Because even if he never met her he knew he loved her. He knew he would always keep his promise. He would always protect her. And if protecting her meant staying as far away as possible then that’s exactly what he would do.

And at night when he worried she would hate him because she would never know why he wasn’t coming for her he would whisper into the universe and pray somehow, someway she would understand, “I know you’ve been looking for me, but I can’t come to you. Not until I know I won’t hurt you. Be safe… I…. I love you.”


But sometimes staying in hiding wasn’t the way to protect her. Sometimes protecting someone you never met but always loved was leaving your life behind to try and save the world.

And that’s how Bruce found himself as an Avenger. He told himself he could stay here and help people. He could protect people. He could try to make things right.

Of course he could never go find her. No. That would be putting her in danger. Even if he had gotten better at controlling himself. Even if he was around people who could stop him and get her to safety it wouldn’t be enough. He would never trust himself with her. She was too precious.

So he kept his promise and tried to keep his distance from everyone. He would lock himself in the labs. Refusing to talk to anyone except Tony and his other teammates. He refused to meet new people. He couldn’t risk it. He couldn’t risk her.


Of course all the hiding in the world couldn’t stop fate. Eventually she came and she wrecked Bruce Banner’s life like he couldn’t believe.

It was a normal Thursday afternoon in the labs when she came in and stormed right over to Bruce, “There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

Bruce nearly jumped out of his seat in shock at her voice. He hadn’t heard her come in, so imagine his surprise at her saying the exact words written on his wrist. His wide brown eyes scanned her up and down as he tried to calm his furiously racing heart. She was shorter than him maybe (Y/H), and her (Y/H/C) hair was pulled back and out of her face. She was wearing an adorable sundress with a large cardigan over it and cute flats that pulled it all together.

When his eyes finally made it back to her face he realized he had to say something, and fast. Her eyebrows were scrunched up in the most adorable way and her mouth was moving but he had no idea what was coming out of it. “No,” he started shaking his head and stood up to walk away from her, “no way. It can’t be you. You need to leave.” At this point Bruce was on the other side of the lab and was tinkering with some machine willing his body to listen to him for once and not go running over to sweep her into his arms.

It was silent for a minute, and Bruce thought she might have left when she finally responded, “I knew you were going to say that. I mean of course I did, it’s written on my wrist.” Bruce could hear her sniffling and he had to keep telling himself he was doing this for her own good. “But honestly it hurts a lot more hearing it in person.”

Then she left, and Bruce was free to completely break down. Free to trash the lab and destroy months of research in a fit of rage. Free to sit in the corner between the filing cabinets and the wall with his knees to his chest and whisper to himself like he used to when he was little.

Except he couldn’t lie to himself anymore He couldn’t make any promises. He couldn’t pretend. He could only face the sad reality of his life.


“What the hell happened in here?! Did you Hulk out?!” Tony asked upon running into the destroyed lab a few hours later.

“Who was she?” Bruce whispered when Tony made it over to him. Bruce was still curled up between the filing cabinet and the wall. His eyes looked dazed and confused as he tried to focus on his concerned best friend. “Who was the women who came in here earlier?”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)? She’s the new psychiatrist Fury sent over to check up on us,” Tony was trying to figure out what had happened since the last time he had seen the doctor but nothing was coming to mind until- “Wait! Did she set you off?! That bitch! Wait until I teach her a lesson and-”

Bruce growled as his skin flashed green and he jumped up and grabbed Tony’s arm. “Don’t you dare talk about her like that ever again! I swear to God if you lay a finger on her I will not hesitate to let the Hulk end you.”

Tony’s eyes were wide in shock as he stared at Bruce. “Uhhh. What the hell?”

Bruce had to take a few more deep breaths before his skin went back to its normal hue and he could unwrap his fingers from Tony’s wrist. “She’s the one. She’s my soulmate.” He looked defeated. Like the universe had finally added the straw that broke the camels back.

“Oh man I’m sorry! Y’know about saying those mean things. But honestly I don’t get why you’re so upset?”

“You don’t get it Tony! It’s not like you finding Pepper or even Bucky finding his soulmate! I’m a monster! I will kill her if I try to get close to her! I can’t lose her Tony!” His eyes looked sadder than Tony had ever seen them. More vulnerable. More broken.

“Bruce you know I hate giving advice and intervening in other people’s business,” Tony’s comment already had a smile tugging on the edges of Bruce’s lips. “But if you never go after her and try then you’ve already lost her…. What’s that sappy quote girls like to write on everything after they’ve been dumped? ‘Better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all’ or some shit like that.”

The lab was quiet for a second as Bruce thought through his friends advice. Then he shot to the elevator like a rocket while shouting a quick “Thank you!” to Tony over his shoulder.

He was going to find her. He was going to try. He was going to stop being afraid of himself because she deserved better. She deserved everything he knew he could give her. They both deserved love.


(Y/N) was packing up her office that had been in Stark Towers. She had already called Fury to tell him she was coming back to HQ and she had already sent word to Pepper via JARVIS that she would no longer be using the office space.

She didn’t know why she was so upset. She had always known her soulmate wasn’t going to want her. And why would he? She wasn’t thin. Hell she wasn’t even what people would classify as ‘curvy’.

But still it hurt. Especially when she saw him. Bruce Banner. The scientist she had been studying for days now so she would be prepared for their first session together. But that didn’t matter now. She wasn’t going to be able to face him now. She wouldn’t be able to talk about his feelings when she would have too many of her own to shift through.

She would just pack up and leave and stick to dealing with field agents. She was sure Fury would understand. If she just-

“(Y/N).” The voice was breathless and startled her so she dropped a stack of books onto the ground.

“What are you doing here Dr. Banner?” (Y/N)’s tone was professional with a hint of coldness.

“I’m sorry (Y/N),” Bruce swallowed hard as he stepped the rest of the way into her office. “I was scared and I didn’t know what to do.”

“Scared of what? Scared of me crushing you or being made fun of for being seen with me?” Tears started collecting in her eyes again as she tried to tell herself she was better than that. She wasn’t worthless like everyone had always told her.

“What?” Bruce was so confused by her questions that he almost lost his train of thought. “Why would any of that scare me?”

“Because I’m.. y’know…. bigger…” He laughed. He actually had the audacity to laugh. Now it was (Y/N)’s turn to be confused. “Why is that funny?!”

Bruce took a few steps closer to her and grasped her face in his hands unable to keep his hands off of her for a second longer. “It’s funny that you think that could ever stop me from loving you. I wasn’t scared because of you. I was scared for you. I was scared of me. I was scared I would hurt you. I was scared I was going to hurt the most precious person on the face of the earth because I can’t control myself. It’s funny that you could ever think you are anything less than perfect to me.”

“Don’t be scared,” (Y/N) whispered as their lips inched closer and closer together. Bruce’s hands were still cupping her face, and her hands were now resting on his firm chest. “I trust you Bruce. You aren’t going to hurt me. You won’t let yourself.”

Bruce let out one last soft chuckle before finally connecting their lips. Of course fate would give her to him. An angel who would always be able to figure out exactly what he was thinking and how he was feeling. Someone who had their own demons to wrestle with.

And for the first time in his life Bruce Banner knew he was going to be alright. So long as he had (Y/N) he could get through anything. Because they could fight their insecurities together. Apart they were just two broken halves, but together they were whole.


I swear my endings get cheesier every time. Sorry! Also I’m sorry it took so long for me to write this finals were insane! I promise if you request it shouldn’t take this long again!

Spontaneous Combustion

[I had this all planned out in my head yesterday, but this morning it has gone in so many directions, so I hope it’s okay. Since people liked the description of Spencer with Asperger’s I wanted to do one where the reader has some of the traits as well as anxiety issues. This takes place as mostly a swapout in 7x11 – True Genius. And I am still working on the requests please don’t think I’ve forgotten you. It just takes me a little while to let it sink in and for something to come out.]


“Spontaneous insanity is the real bliss! It’s sad that we are honored for playing sane, serious, safe, miserable and controlling in this poor world.” 
― Saurabh Sharma

You huffed as you gathered your things from security, you were already cursing yourself from being late, but you couldn’t really be mad since you had decided to come on a whim. Still, you were going to enter the room, and people were going to turn and look due to the interruption.

Doesn’t matter.

It didn’t matter, it was a common occurrence and you would deal with it. You had been stuck in your cave of an office for far too long, and now, looking back, it was sad, you had remained hidden for far too long and it was time to stop. So starting today you declared you were going to be more daring, spontaneous, which was why you were here at a book signing luncheon instead of your usual food truck. Yeah, it didn’t sound too adventurous, but the guest speakers beside the author were actual FBI agents. That was pretty freakin’ wild in itself. Taking a deep breath, you jammed a hand in your pocket, ready to count the items within, in case the attention made you anxious. Opening the door as quietly as you could you had no worries, whoever was at the podium had everyone’s eyes on them. And from the stuttering and microphone blare you understood why.

“H-hi, I a-am here today to talk to you about different paraphilia and how they relate to violent crimes. Can anyone tell me what dendrophilia is?”

Gif by criminalmindsmanic

Where a guy wants to screw a trees and shrubs.

“T-that’s right…a fetish for trees.”

You smiled, you liked him, the way he stuttered. He was a mess up there, but he was real. He wasn’t bad to look at either, though you didn’t know how he’s viewpoint on you would be. But you were here to do something different, and what was the worst that could happen? You’d try to talk to him and he’d say no? The thought of the rejection caused your heart to speed up, yeah, you liked solitude and yeah, you were awkward in speaking, but no one liked the brush off. But you had to say the hell with it, you’d count everything in your pocket and bag but you were tired of living in a shell.

Watching the man stumble and nearly face plant off the step, losing his papers in the process, you went to wait outside, you could at least say hello, and that you enjoyed his lecture. You could, you would, you’d scream later. And you’d cry if you wussed out so you were doing it. Trying to rev yourself up you went to get some water and sit on the bench in the lobby.

Your leg wouldn’t stop jittering, it was like it had a mind of its own right now. You closed your eyes and tried to take in the smells. Some places could overwhelm you, the overuse of perfume, hints of makeup and aftershave, leftover foods and the smell of gas from the cars outside, a lot could turn up your nose. But in here, there a subtlety to the smells, it was clean, with the scent of new clothing and pine needles, the actual kind of pine needles not artificial spray that would have you sneezing, and there was the unmistakable whiff of vanilla and you knew there had to be cupcakes or something nearby.

The banging of the double doors brought you back with a jump, and you were startled to see the reason for your lingering coming through them. Making your wobbly legs lift you up, you counted the coins in your pocket before heading in his direction.

“Um, Dr. R-reid?”

The man turned to look at you in surprise, obviously in his own world as well. You blushed now that his eyes were turned on you, taking note that they were a very nice shade of brown, matching the cropped hair, and jacket. Okay, stop.

“I wanted to say you were very good up there.”

His mouth quirked. “Thanks, it’s not very true, I was a disaster, but it’s very much appreciated.”

“You were a disaster because you were a human being up there?”

Oh, shit. Your mouth filter had broken for a second, and you saw his brows lift, oh, God, Y/N, you have to follow it up now.

“I mean that it’s natural to fumble a little bit, I…I would’ve been terrified up there, probably would’ve gotten sick on everyone.”

Like now, the acid in your stomach was bubbling rapidly, and you wanted to cover your mouth with your shirt.

“Thanks but I think you could probably handle it better than you think.”

“Thank you, uh, I liked the paraphilia, I may have a new list to go over now.”

“You like lists?”

“Yeah, I’m kind of weird that way.”

“It’s not weird at all!”

His jubilant tone had your eyes widen and you took a step back, though a smile came across your face.

“Sorry, I’m a tad weird too. Overly so, if you ask my friends.”

“I’m glad…I mean, I wouldn’t have had the courage to talk to you if you weren’t a little odd.”

He cocked his head. “Why not?”

“Come on, I told you I’m weird, it’ll be kind of obvious if you stand with me long enough. Not to mention the fact you’re in the FBI, us small town folk can’t compete.”

You meant it as a joke but from his change in expression you knew he didn’t take it like that.

“I would’ve talked to you regardless.”

“I’m sorry, I meant it to be –“

“I know, damn, I’m sorry I cut you off. I do that too much too.”

“It’s okay, so do I.”

“May I ask what it is you do, Miss Small Town?”

You face became even more red. “I’m a developer on the main floor plans at CyberKinetics.”

His brows rose to his hairline. “CyberKinetics? Aren’t you guys making smart sensors for artificial limbs?”

“It’s in the middle stages, yeah, we, um, with 3D printing and everything on the rise, we’re hoping we’ll be able to come out with prototypes by next fall.”

You could tell he was excited. “Weren’t you able to make a prototype of a hand for a veteran? It said in the article you were able to link it with the nerve endings and they could control it and feel it just as effectively as their actual limb.”

Yep, shirt collar over face now. You were having to hold your hands down, all the attention was becoming too much. “Yeah, but the chip inside went out in less than a month, we want something to last, not something that will need charging or a new chip implanted in it.”

“I understand, you want it to be as natural as possible.”

“Yeah, I’m saying that a lot sorry. I’m also not as big in the project as you’re thinking, I’m just an outliner, I stay in my office most days and everyone else actually tries to use and demonstrate the findings.”

“It’s a bigger job than you think; you’re going to change the world.”

You were tugging your collar with a hand. “A small footprint in the sand, what about you? You get to change the world all the time.”

“I guess my footprints are small too, it takes many feet to make a difference…that sounded cheesy didn’t it?”

You shrugged. “Probably, but I love cheese so…”

You tittered on your feet before your eyes darted back to his. “Look, I don’t do this, I’m not one for this but, uh, I know you probably need to be somewhere soon, but –“

You rummaged in your pocket before your fingers hit the edge of your card. “Um, if you ever wanted to go over lists, I’m more into phobias now, but we could always compare that to the different philias if you wanted. I just –“

“I’d love to, um, I mean, we could go now if you wanted.”

The hope in his eyes and the way his own hands fidgeted made your breath catch. “Now? Y-you don’t have to help sign books or something?”

He shook his head smiling. “Nope, I have to tell my colleague where I’m going so she won’t worry, but then I’m all yours.”

All mine?

He seemed to catch his words too, the tips of his ears beginning to scald.

“Do you like coffee? I, um, I like books and coffee and the library close to hear has a great selection of both if you want to that is.”

He grinned. “I adore both those things, Y/N.”

Your eyes widened. “I didn’t give you my name did I?”

He flashed the card. “It’s okay. I haven’t given you mine either. I prefer Spencer to Dr. Reid.”

You nodded, a smile playing on your lips. “Okay, Spencer I’ll be right here.”

“I won’t be far she’s talking to some people over there.”

You watched him sprint with his bag bobbing to the woman that was seated on stage with him. She was beautiful, were all FBI agents good looking? Was that a criteria? Being stuck in the office with a computer all the time your friends and colleagues were used to finding you with no make-up and unkempt clothes and hair. On more than one occasion staying all night and hitting a breakthrough into the afternoon with just your pajamas on. As Spencer came back towards you, you noticed the woman was looking at you now. Your shoulders squeezed, but lessened when she smiled, giving you a small wave. You waved back.


You nodded, gathering your wits and bag as he steered you out the door. You both decided on a cab, and you regretted it as soon as you sat. The close proximity was too much and you finally buried your nose in your shirt, as your hand went to your pocket.

“You cold?”

You looked to him in your peripheral vision, and shook your head.

“I’m s-sorry. I should’ve said, but I was afraid you’d say no to coming, I get nervous easily, and I –“

“It’s okay I understand, i-it’s taken me a very long time to get to this point but I still have a lot of lapses and get anxious as well. And I interrupted you again, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I’ll tally them up so I know how many times I can interject you.”

He grinned, but then his face turned serious. “Would it be okay if –?”

His hand came slowly towards your face, him trying to gently tug the fabric under your lips.

“I understand if you’re too nervous too, but you do have a very lovely face.”

He was going to have to stop or your eyes would pop out.

“Thank you, so do you.”

He grinned, and as you approached the stop he got out and came to open your door.

“A s-sweet talker and a gentleman.”

He shrugged timid. “I try.”

“So coffee or books first?”

“Either sounds good.”

You usually didn’t do it, but the staff had known you for so long they wouldn’t mind you browsing the stacks with some coffee. Settling on a dark roast you put some Splenda in as he began dumping sugar into his.

“Sweet tooth?”

“Oh, yeah, you could say that, I don’t care for the bitterness so I overcompensate with sugar.”

You chanced a laugh and seeing him smile you continued. “You could always get one of those dessert coffees.”

“No, thank you, I like them sweet, not diabetic coma sweet.”

Motioning for him to follow, you both began to get lost in the labyrinth of books.

“You must be a big shot here; I’ve never been able to go around a library with a drink in my hand.”

You shrugged it off. “I used to volunteer all the time here when I was younger. They know me well enough that I’ll be careful as well as anyone I bring in. You seem like someone who respects books.”

“I do.”

“What about e-books?”

“Oh, God.”

Exasperation was in his tone and you laughed again. “Good. I love my job but I’d much rather have a physical book in my hand than a tablet.”

“I’m so glad for that, we’re becoming a rarity.”

“We are, antiques.”

You both grinned at one another, before the stare became too intense and you looked away.

“So where are we exactly?”

“In one of my favorite sections.”

Holding out a book you pointed to the label, his brow arching.

“YA? You like young adult books?”

You placed a hand on your hip in mock anger. “Oh, so because I’m past the age I cannot enjoy them?”

“No, I didn’t mean it like that –“

“Have you ever read Neal Shusterman?”


“Here you go then. And that’s one interjection to me now.”

He scanned the book you had given him, pursing his bottom lip before going to a chair. You watched as he flipped the book open and with his index finger guiding him began to turn the pages at an alarming speed.

“Oh, you’re one of those, are you?”

“One of those?”

“A speed demon, I’ve only met a few, but they always made me look bad during the summer programs here. Like three hundred books to my seventy-five bad.”

He grinned his eyes returning to the page. “That’s still impressive.”

“Thank you. I’ll let you revel in the awesomeness in peace.”

He watched you a moment, hoping you weren’t leaving, his eyes returning to the book when you settled with one of your own opposite him. You had only gotten a few chapters into a Lemony Snicket when he closed the book.


“That was very interesting, it was sci-fi, but also a lot of current events.”

“So is interesting good or –“

“I really liked it, there’s more too, isn’t there?”

“Yep, they’re over there, I’m sure you could knock them out before we finish our coffee, then we can get more and debate.”

He grinned. “That sounds like a plan.”

As he went to collect the remaining books his phone started to beep, and you had to force down the reprimand of having it on in a library. You knew with his kind of job it had to be on, but the habit was there. His tone was slightly annoyed and he sighed as he hung up.

“I have to go.”


“I really don’t want to.”

“I understand. Do you…are you going to take the books with you, at least?”

“Yeah, yes, that’d be good, then we can debate when we go out again.”

“Again, I haven’t scared you away?”

He laughed. “Not in the slightest. We’re rarities, remember, we have to stick together.”

“I suppose we do, um, I guess –“


“Before I lose my nerve I guess I should –“

Standing on tiptoes, you brushed your lips along his cheek, taking in the smooth, warm texture.

Blushing, you covered your mouth again. He stared at you a long moment.

“Well, before I lose my nerve…”

He tugged the material down, swooping quickly and planting a chaste kiss on your lips.

You both stared at each other, and you wondered if he’d kiss you again, hell, you were about to go in yourself. But his phone started beeping again.

“Son of a bitch!”

You giggled, causing him to smile at you. “I’ll call you as soon as I can okay?”

“Okay. Be careful. Protect those books.”

“With my life. I’ll see you soon, Y/N.”

And with one last look behind him, he was out of view. Letting you take the opportunity to collapse back in a chair before you fainted.


I was talking to @omgericzimmermann about Holsom AU ideas, and then I saw this post about a guy reading Harry Potter to a dog in Central Park and my first thought was “It’s Holster!” and then this happened. Please imagine our favorite giant blond dork surrounded by his pack of elderly literacy dogs. They get story time every day, even if they’re not working an event. He insists they have to keep in practice. (They’re currently working on The Raven Cycle for their at-home reading. The Adam and Ronan characters remind Holster of these two bickering idiots on his college hockey team.)

Now also on AO3.

A new Youth Services librarian* had started at the local library over the summer, and he was enthusiastic about his outreach programs. Adam didn’t think he’d ever had someone try to hard-sell him on doing a literacy event before. It was like the guy didn’t believe he could take yes for an answer.

Adam held his hands up to try to stem the flow of words. “Mr. Bittle–”

“Oh, Eric, please!”

“Eric. Seriously, just tell me the dates and I’ll be there, I swear! With as many dogs as you think the library can reasonably accommodate. I’m honestly thrilled at the opportunity, and I’m looking forward to the possibility of this being a regular thing.”


“Yes, really, I promise. This is exactly the kind of community visibility I’ve been trying to build since I started. Your predecessor was just, uh…” He searched desperately for something tactful to say.

“More traditional in her approach,” Eric offered.

“Sure, let’s go with that.”

Eric grinned at him and handed him an already drawn up schedule for the day. “So it won’t be until October, because I still have to coordinate a bunch of other stuff, plus I wanted to have flu shots, because they’re really so important, and I’m not just saying that because I’m the one who has to work with the adorable little germ vectors all day, but I’m really looking forward to having you there! If you want to come by sometime in the next several weeks, we can figure out the best place to have the dog reading stations that are kind of isolated in case there are people with allergies, which I really hope won’t be too big of a problem because this is such a great way to encourage literacy, it really is, and…”

“Whoa, whoa, I got you, it’s fine. Several of my dogs are even poodle crosses whose families gave them up after they realized even designer hypoallergenic dogs weren’t for them. It’s a thing I’m prepared for, believe me. Plus, for kids who are extra allergic and don’t want to be left out, I have a betta fish.”


“Really. He’s super colorful, and he swims right up to the side of the glass when people are around. He’s the most dog-like fish I could have imagined.”

“Oh, I’m so glad. This is going to be great! I’ll see you soon!”

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anonymous asked:

How about a hospital AU where Eren and Mikasa are patients together? The morbidity in me wants them to have a serious, incurable thing but it's your call.

I seem to always write New Year’s fics in hospitals lol but I really thought this would be cute as a holiday fic. I actually fell in love with this AU as I wrote it, like how precious would they be. I did have it be longer term illness but I tried not to specify too much since I don’t have too much medical knowledge and I didn’t wanna get anything incorrect. I really did enjoy this more than I thought I would so thank you for sending it!

The bottoms of Eren’s slippers scuffed at the pure white floor of the hospital. The lights were dim in the hallways since it was technically after hours but at least it was quiet tonight; no machines beeping aggressively, no nurses rushing around the halls, no one crying out. It was almost serene, well, if he knew he wasn’t walking through a hospital. In the least, maybe everyone in his ward would have a good New Year’s Eve. The nurses usually gave them sparkling cider so there was that too.

He poked his head around the corner and saw one nurse carrying fresh blankets into another room but that was it. Eren stepped out into the hallway, walking the familiar path to the next ward over. His robe swung by his legs but even though it was December he still didn’t find it that cold whereas other people would bundle up with their robe tight around them just to step out of their room. Well, when they were allowed to.

So technically, he wasn’t supposed to be out past lights out but it was New Year’s Eve. Who wanted to sit alone in a hospital room and watch the ball drop? Boring. He’d rather sleep if that was the case.

He couldn’t really remember a time he wasn’t at this hospital; though admittedly after his surgery as a baby he did pretty well up until a few years ago when he declined in health a bit but like any kid, you spent a lot of time at your parent’s work. Where other people would get caught in a second, he at least knew all the ins and the outs, as well as the nurse’s shifts which helped significantly. Being able to charm the nurses for information helped too.

“Going somewhere, Eren?”

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