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donvampiro · 25 days ago

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hii ! this is my first time making a request>< I've been super fascinated by law recently ( just finished dressrosa arc !) and I thought of a scenario that might be cute ? or super weird depending on how you see it . what if reader/yn has insomnia and listens to asmr to help them sleep, however it's specifically medical/doctor personal attention rps. how would law react to finding out this little detail and realizing that is why reader is always so excited to come to the monthly examination checkups on the ship?

hi Anon! hope you're doing good and congrats for your first request :D i like this idea! listening to asmr to help you sleep is so relatable lmao thanks for your request Anon. hope this lil scenario will meet your expectations! Love <3

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'Sweet dreams'

Trafalgar D. Water Law x (insomniac) gn!reader

“Open your mouth.”

– “Sure!! Aah~”

Law slightly tilted his head, his brows furrowed in confusion as he still held the small lamp between his fingers.

“Why do you sound so excited about this.”, he deadpanned. “I’m literally looking at your tonsils.”

Keeping your mouth open, you didn’t answer, but your squinting eyes betrayed a widening smile. Law didn’t ask for more, just sighed and shook his head, silently continuing the routine checkup. After a few seconds of observation, he turned off the lamp and threw the small wooden stick he had used to press your tongue into the trash.

“Do they look hot?”, you asked teasingly, drawing another confused sigh from him.

– “Do you even know what tonsils look like?”

– “Well, if they’re mine, they must look hot anyway.”

– “If they’re hot, that means they’re inflamed”, he simply corrected, unfolding the armband to take your blood pressure. “Which is everything but a good sign.” he gave you a small nod. “Now give me your arm.”

You extended your arm to him without flinching, still with that mischievous smile of yours. For some reason, you were always so enthusiastic about getting examined. Not that Law was complaining — it was always better than terrified or whiny patients — but it was just odd.

You never asked any real questions that might have shown any particular interest in medicine, so he didn’t really understand what you could possibly find amusing. Routine exams like these are important, but boring because they’re repetitive. Law knew that perfectly well. Yeah, really, your attitude was… enigmatic. And it made the consultations surprisingly more personal.

He unclasped the armband from your arm and, when he noticed that you were about to speak again, he immediately raised his index finger to your mouth.

“Don’t”, he commanded. “No more cringey remarks.”

He then began to put away his various things, and you pursed your lips so as to stifle a giggle as you slid off the auscultation table.

“Okay Doc”, you eventually replied.

– “I said— … ugh, whatever.”, he mumbled, without looking at you. “You can go now. Guess you have a month to learn more about tonsils.”

You only hummed in response before leaving the room. The medical examination always went by too quickly for your liking. Yes, how nice it was to have someone give us their full attention, examine us gently, focus on our good health and well-being. These were quiet, restful moments — just what you needed, as rest was often difficult for you due to your insomnia.

So, you seemed to enjoy this kind of situation, but you'd been careful not to mention it to Law until now. It wasn't that you didn't like him, or that you didn't trust him, it was just that... well, you already had an idea of how he'd react. And you could tell it would be an awkward moment, to say the least. The medical check-up was always a pleasant moment for you, as paradoxical as that might seem. So you didn’t want to make it too awkward or come across as weird.

So you kept all of this to yourself as you headed towards the kitchen to grab your plate, before noticing Penguin gesturing wildly for you to come sit next to him. He patted your shoulder energetically as you plopped down on your seat.

“Hey (y/n)”, he greeted as he continued to devour his own food. “Back from the medical checkup already?”

– “Yup”, you simply nodded before starting to eat. “Went good.”

Penguin kept eating greedily for a while before abruptly placing his plate back on the table, making you jump a little.

“Figures”, he grinned. “You’re always smiling from ear to ear when you leave the consulting room. Makes me wonder if it’s really medicine that’s being practiced there.”

– “What— Penguin!”, you instantly replied, turning towards him and punching him in the arm, but he didn’t budge and just chuckled, proud of his remark.

Not coming across as weird. Not coming across as weird. Not coming across as…

… but, if other crew members besides Penguin already had these kinds of ideas in mind, it wasn’t going to make things easy. What was so bad about not being afraid of the medical examination? About enjoying this moment of attention, this moment when you could finally let go, rest while someone checked that you were okay? You’d like to see them all there if they were in your shoes. Sigh. You looked away, pouting as you absentmindedly twirled your fork in your plate.

“C’mon, (y/n), m’just messing with you”, he smirked. “s’good if you’re not afraid of examinations.” He went back to eating while you also tried to finish your plate without worrying too much about what the crew might or might not think. Once Penguin had swallowed all the food in his mouth, he turned to you again, and his tone was different. “By the way— you look less tired than usual. Have you found anything to help with your insomnia?”

– “Kind of”, you conceded thoughtfully.

Your insomnia was no secret to anyone on the ship. The “cure” you found, though…

Without thinking about it anymore, you continued to twirl your fork around your plate, taking a bite every now and then while Penguin kept staring at you, waiting for you to finish your answer. You didn’t; he therefore allowed himself to ask.

“That’s good to know! ‘Cause it’s often quite hard to get rid of insomnia… So, what’s your magic recipe?” he questioned, his tone progressively becoming more bawdy. “... is it the time spent with the captain?”

– “You’re so annoying,” you sighed heavily. “I just listen to some ASMR. It’s relaxing. Helps me sleep.”

Penguin simply nodded, his lips pursed in a small, approving yet intrigued pout.

“And how does that thing work?”, he asked before a deeper voice answered him.

– “ASMR means ‘autonomous sensory meridian response’. It is a technique based on different sensory stimuli to help you relax naturally.”

You and your crewmate suddenly shuddered, then abruptly turned to face… Law.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked doubtfully. Faced with you and Penguin’s silence, he shifted his gaze to yours. “I didn’t know you listened to ASMR. It must be for your insomnia, right?” You nodded, and he nodded back. “Mmh. It helps me too.”

With a brief gesture of his hand, Law indicated that he wanted to sit next to you, so you shifted slightly as he took a seat.

“What type of ASMR do you listen to?”, he questioned lazily, his sharp eyes not missing the confusion that ran through your body, your face, your gaze.

– “Nothing special”, you blurted out. “Regular ASMR I guess, you see?”

– “No, I don’t.”, he cut short. “For example, I regularly listen to rain ASMR. What about you?”

You raised your eyebrows. What was this sudden interest? Law wasn’t one to open up about what he did in his free time, what he might enjoy, or whatever, as far as you were aware. What was he looking for? Had he seen right through you? How? Or was he actually genuinely curious about it? You stared at him for a moment, and he arched an eyebrow at your stunned reaction.

“Oh, and why does it interest you so much? ~” you retaliated in a smirk, your tone playful to mask your inner panic. You didn’t know what kind of reaction Law might have if he found out what type of ASMR you preferred. And it was… disturbing.

– “I’m just curious”, he replied flatly. “What’s so bad about having shared interests?”

This guy…

“Well, I have no reason to indulge your curiosity. It’s my private life.”

— “I see”, he nodded with a smirk that made you frown in frustration. Penguin remained flabbergasted. “Guess you must be listening to strange things.” Your captain shrugged. “I understand why you want to keep this heavy secret to yourself…”

— “Stop it!” you roared, banging your fist on the table and rattling the dishes as you felt your cheeks heat up. His smug smile was unbearable, so you decided to make things happen yourself. It didn’t matter what he thought in the end, as long as he stopped making fun of you. “Alright, I’ll show you, since you’re being so whiny about it. But promise me this will stay between us, okay?”

Law had only been trying to tease you; he hadn’t thought it would bother you so much. But now it had somehow fueled his curiosity about it. He simply nodded, silently.

You shoved your hand into one of your pockets in a scowl, finally pulling out your phone and opening the app. You could feel your cheeks burning as you tentatively passed your phone to your captain.

“If you say anything, you’ll have me to deal with.”, you warned.

He didn’t reply. Law stared at your phone screen for a moment, his expression impassive. He scrolled through the playlists, each with… interesting… names, but always with similar concepts. His silence was deafening, and you just wanted to disappear. A smirk eventually crept across his face, and it was too much for you.

“So, are you done?”, you spat, flustered, before snatching your phone out of his hands.

– “Yes, and I get it now,” he agreed, closing his eyes as he stood up. “Thank you”

Penguin cocked an eyebrow.

“Uh? What are you talking about?” he asked in confusion.

– “Nothing special”, his captain replied playfully, paraphrasing your earlier remarks with sarcasm, before walking away to grab a plate and go back to his consulting room.

You were stunned by Law’s nonchalance facing all this, and it made you boil with frustration. You didn’t know what he would think of you now— so you needed to sort this out. Without further thought, you stood up abruptly and went after your captain, calling out to him determinedly until your eyes met.

Law didn’t seem particularly affected by what he’d just learned. His expression remained the same as he looked at you, and you weren’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. You bit your lower lip.

“What is it, (y/n)?”

“About the type of ASMR I listen to… uhm, you… didn’t you find it too w—”

— “Am I supposed to think anything of this?” he mumbled, cutting you off. His tone was the same as always, somewhat flat and disinterested, but you could tell he was focused on what you were saying by the way he stared at you. “If it helps with your insomnia, that’s all that matters. You can listen to whatever you want.”

Oh.

A wave of relief washed over you, a ghost of a smile playing on your lips as Law resumed his walk to his consulting room.

“Don’t forget to brush up on tonsils for next month,” he said without turning around.

It was quite flattering that you appreciated this kind of attention. And Law wasn’t entirely against giving it to you next time.

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shaiyasstuff · 3 months ago

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for the fic requests, perhaps MC on a mission w/the hunters' association and zayne acting as one of the field medics? doting, chiding, obsessing over MC's every little injury and MC is so annoyed but so in love lmao. if you're cool with it, heavy angst/injury would be so so cool to see <3

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Omg this was a great write. I really hope I met your request with this >.<

“Zayne,” you say quietly, voice stripped raw from hours of arguing, “if you walk out that door… don’t ever come back.”

He pauses—his hand frozen on the doorknob.

You see his back stiffen. See the way his shoulders lock into place, rigid. He turns slightly, just enough for you to catch the flicker in his eyes, the downturn of his mouth. Like he wants to say something but doesn’t trust himself to speak.

He doesn’t say it.

Instead, he glares at you. Not with the cold indifference you’ve grown used to—but something sharper, messier. Anger. Not the kind that burns bright, but the kind that festers deep.

You hold his stare, because you’re just as angry.

Angry and tired and aching in all the places love used to live.

You don’t even remember what started the fight.

Maybe it was something small. Maybe it wasn’t.

At this point, the details feel irrelevant. The damage is already done.

It was always going to end like this—with silence as the last word spoken between you.

Then he’s gone.

Just like that.

And you’re left standing in the quiet, breath held tight in your chest, staring at a closed door like it’s some kind of betrayal.

Like it’s a wound.

You don’t cry. You told yourself you wouldn’t.

But then—why is your face wet?

—•

That was almost a year ago.

Time has moved forward in jagged, uneven pieces. You buried yourself in missions, chasing danger like it could silence the echo of his name in your head.

Wanderers became your outlet.

The battlefield, your therapy.

It helped.

And it didn’t.

Because while you stopped going to the hospital just to see him, while you learned how to laugh without checking if he was watching… it didn’t stop the truth from sinking in deeper every day.

He didn’t come after you.

That silence hurt more than any goodbye ever could.

You pretended not to care. Switched physicians.

Acted indifferent during checkups, feigned politeness with cold hands and colder words.

You were convincing.

Or maybe you just got good at lying to yourself.

—•

You’re in the firing range now, the sharp scent of metal and gunpowder grounding you in the present.

Tara talks beside you, all animated gestures and excitement about a new expedition. Something about Akso Hospital sending medics.

You only half-listen, until your heart starts to race at a single word.

Medics.

Your stomach knots.

“Tara,” you say, interrupting her mid-sentence.

She blinks, startled. “Yeah?”

You hesitate, the question already bitter on your tongue. “Zayne… he wouldn’t be one of them, right?”

There’s a beat of silence.

Then Xavier and Tara exchange a glance—brief, telling.

Xavier crosses his arms. “He’s always assigned to these expeditions. I wouldn’t expect that to change now.”

You feel the breath knock out of you. Like your body forgot how to breathe around his name.

You nod stiffly, barely hearing Tara say something about seeing you next week as you turn away.

You don’t look back.

You can’t.

—•

The expedition day arrives faster than you were ready for.

Too fast.

You’re early, mostly because Tara wouldn’t stop calling, dragging you out of bed with threats and cheerful lies.

When you spot her waving, you narrow your eyes in mock irritation.

“It’s seven in the morning,” you mutter, words sharp with exhaustion.

She beams, entirely unfazed. “Early bird gets the worm,” she sings, looping her arm through yours.

But your eyes are elsewhere.

You scan the camp instinctively—searching for dark hair, green eyes, a presence you’ve tried to forget how to miss.

Tara notices.

She always does.

Before you can look too long, she tugs you toward the forest. “There’s a strong Metaflux reading nearby. Thought it’d make a good distraction.”

She taps her watch, the projection flickering between pulses.

You nod, fingers already ghosting the edge of your weapon. “Thanks,” you say softly.

Then you run into the forest.

Not for the mission.

But to escape the possibility of seeing him before your heart is ready.

If it ever will be.

—•

“What happened?!”

Zayne’s voice cuts through the low hum of the medical tent, sharp and demanding.

You barely register it, your vision swimming, but you catch the tremor beneath the anger—something frayed, something afraid.

Tara stumbles in beside you, half dragging, half supporting your weight.

Her voice is breathless, rushed. “I—I don’t know, she just ran. Straight into the woods before I could stop her.”

Your knees buckle as she lowers you onto a cot, and for a second, the world tilts.

You press a trembling hand against your side, where blood seeps through your suit, warm and relentless.

Your fingers are numb.

Then he’s there.

Zayne.

His presence crashes into you before his hands do—steady, practiced, but urgent in a way you haven’t seen in a long time.

He doesn’t say your name.

Doesn’t ask for permission.

Just rips your uniform open with clinical precision, and suddenly you’re drowning in the scent of antiseptic and the press of his hands against your skin.

He’s muttering something under his breath. Swearing.

Barking orders to Grayson, who scrambles to prepare equipment.

Your blood stains his gloves.

And yet—his hands don’t shake.

But his eyes—God, his eyes.

They betray him.

There’s panic there, rising behind the mask he wears so well.

You watch him through half-lidded eyes, vision dimming at the edges, his features distorted by pain and fever and something you don’t want to name.

“Why now?” you want to ask. “Why do you still look at me like that?”

But your lips won’t move.

He presses gauze to your wound, then his hand to your forehead, checking your pulse, grounding you with the sound of his voice.

“You’re going to be okay.”

It’s the last thing you hear before the dark pulls you under.

And it sounds almost like a promise he wishes he had made sooner.

—•

When consciousness returns, it does so slowly—like surfacing from deep water. Sounds bleed in first, muffled and distant, followed by the dull throb of pain blooming in your side.

Then touch.

Warmth, steady and trembling, wrapped around your hand.

You blink, the edges of your vision still soft, unfocused. The world is a blur of shadow and filtered light, but beside you, there’s movement.

A figure.

Black hair.

Shoulders hunched, head bowed.

Zayne.

He’s sitting at your bedside, unaware you’re awake.

Your hand is cradled in both of his, held gently but with desperation—like a lifeline, or maybe a regret he’s not ready to let go of.

His forehead rests against your knuckles, and you can feel the faint brush of his breath against your skin.

He’s whispering something.

Too quiet to hear.

Too broken to ignore.

You stay still, not because you’re weak—though you are—but because you don’t want to startle the moment.

Because there’s something sacred in the way he holds you, something raw in the way his shoulders shake as if he’s praying for time to turn back.

As if he still cares.

As if he never stopped.

“I’m sorry for walking away. Please… just be okay.”

His voice is barely a breath—fragile, fraying at the edges.

You hear it as though through water, muffled and distant, yet it echoes with startling clarity in your chest.

The words linger in the air between you, heavy and aching. A confession spoken too late. A plea carved from guilt.

Your hand is still in his, held against his cheek like it’s the only thing tethering him to this moment.

You don’t move. You don’t speak.

Part of you wants to.

To ask why. To scream at him for showing up only after the bleeding began, for saying the things you begged to hear a year ago when he stood at your door and chose to leave.

But another part of you—quieter, lonelier—just watches.

Because in this fragile sliver of time, Zayne looks like a man unraveling.

And for the first time since he walked away, you let yourself believe he might’ve regretted it.

Your throat is dry, the effort it takes to speak like dragging sound through splinters, but you manage it—just barely.

“Zayne…”

His name falls from your lips like a whisper torn from the depths of you, and it cuts through the silence like a blade.

His head jerks up.

Eyes meet yours.

And in that instant—just a flicker—you see it.

The glimmer of tears.

Unspoken sorrow pools in the green of his gaze, raw and unguarded in a way you’ve never seen before.

Not even when he left.

Not even when he chose silence over goodbye.

You never thought he could cry.

But now, his expression is breaking in front of you—cracks forming in all the places he once kept carefully closed off.

His lips part like he wants to speak, to explain, to reach for something that’s long since fallen apart between you.

But he doesn’t move.

He just stares at you like you’re a ghost he thought he’d lost for good.

And maybe, for a while, you were.

In the next breath, he moves—

Without hesitation, without words, without asking.

He gathers you into his arms with a desperation that betrays every mask he’s ever worn.

Careful but urgent, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go again.

Your face is pressed to his chest, where his heart hammers wildly beneath the fabric of his shirt.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, voice cracking with the weight of it. “I’m so sorry.”

His hand trembles as it runs through your hair, the other tightening around you, anchoring you to him like he’s afraid this is all some cruel illusion.

“I never should’ve walked away,” he breathes, the words spilling fast, almost frantic. “I thought I was doing the right thing, I thought—”

He swallows, hard.

“But it killed me. Every day without you… it never stopped hurting.”

You don’t speak. You don’t need to.

Because as he holds you, whispering apology after apology into your skin, something inside you starts to give.

Not entirely. Not all at once. But enough.

The ache—deep, dull, ever-present—begins to quiet beneath the weight of his arms, beneath the softness of his voice, beneath the words you once begged for in silence:

“I still love you,” he says.

And this time, you let him say it.

You let it settle in the hollowed-out places of you, the ones he left behind.

You let yourself believe—if only for a moment—that maybe he never stopped.

You don’t know how long you stay like that—folded into his chest, listening to the rapid, uneven beat of his heart as if it might sync with yours again.

But eventually, he pulls back, just enough to look at you.

His thumb brushes across your cheek, gentle, almost reverent. “You’re burning up,” he murmurs, more to himself than to you. “You need fluids. And a new bandage. That wrap was too loose, I should’ve—”

“Zayne—” you try to interrupt, but he’s already on his feet.

He moves like a man possessed, rifling through the med kit, checking your vitals, adjusting the IV line like he’s performing surgery in the middle of a war zone.

The moment of quiet closeness you shared begins to evaporate beneath his furrowed brow and endless muttering.

You sigh as he returns to your side, lifting your arm to examine a shallow scrape on your bicep.

“That’s barely a scratch,” you grumble, trying to pull away. “It’ll heal on its own.”

He ignores you.

“This could get infected,” he says in that infuriatingly calm, clinical tone, already reaching for antiseptic. “And I told Grayson to bring another thermal blanket. You’re still shivering.”

“I’m not—” You stop yourself when you realize, begrudgingly, that you are.

Still, you narrow your eyes at him. “You’re fussing.”

“I’m treating you.”

“You’re fussing,” you insist, wincing slightly as he dabs at the scrape with a touch more pressure than necessary. “Zayne, you don’t have to—”

“I do,” he says, quiet but firm. He doesn’t look at you.

You fall silent. Because there’s something final in his voice, something heavy with guilt.

He finishes wrapping your arm with soft, meticulous care, then moves to check your bandaged side again.

You huff, flinching when his cold fingers brush your skin.

“Zayne.”

He pauses. “What?”

“If you touch one more bruise, I swear I’m going to throw something at you.”

A slow breath leaves him, and for the first time, a small smile touches the corner of his lips.

There he is.

Still Zayne. Still impossible.

He meets your gaze then, and there’s a warmth in his eyes that steals the last breath of your irritation. “You can throw whatever you want at me,” he says softly. “Just… stay.”

You look at him, at the man who left, the man who’s now trying to piece you back together in every way he knows how.

And you don’t say yes.

But you don’t say no either.

And maybe—for now—that’s enough.

@into-deepspace request done :))

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fanishjuli · 3 months ago

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yes! that's the post I meant and I didn't even know about the other resources but that also looks amazing! I just briefly scrolled through it and immediately bookmarked it because I know I'll come back to it time and time again.

thank you @umarthiels for helping me find it and thank you @hermitmoss for sharing these in the first place <3

hello Conclave fandom I need help from you wonderful people. sometime recently (like in the last two weeks) I remember seeing that someone had compiled a Conclave timeline where (iirc) they merged book and movie canon and created a comprehensive timeline of events (and including Benítez past (when he was appointed, when he had the surgery, when he met with the late HF, etc)).

I don't recall if this was in a Tumblr post or if someone had made and shared a google doc? the point is it would be really helpful to have a timeline like that for the fic I'm writing rn and for the life of me I can't find it, and believe me I've looked everywhere.

if someone knows what I'm talking about, or if someone else has made a similar timeline, I would really appreciate it if you could share it with me

thank you -a writer trying for accuracy in the timeline in events to make up for the vast inaccuracies about the church and the vatican lol

#really you two absolutely saved me rn #the neocities site is amazing!!! theres so much information!!!!#sorry i like just woke up im still half asleep. but im very excited about this #so much info!! the book and movie comparisons!!! this is great #also hermitmoss' writing is very fynny 'like if 12 angry men were set in the vatican and queerer' yeah #i. dont even remember which specific detail i was so desperatley looking for last night that got me to make this post #but thats what happens when you write fic at 2am. ill reread what i wrote and figure it out #something about the timeline of when he got surgery i think #im trying to write what im calling vincents medical trauma fic whoops ��🤭#my man had. a rough life. and not much regular access to doctors. and then he had a p traumatic experience and found out something huge #about himself and soon after the hospital exploded and killed the only doctors who knew. and now hes the most famous person in the world and #pepbably has SO many people invested in his well being and longevity. he is being forced to go to the doctors asap and #yknow get a checkup establish a medical history all that stuff that hes probably never done before #so. im putting him through a bad time shdkdksk #i think the current count is barely 4k words and 3.5 panic attacks so far. and iirc i fell asleep last night trying #to read the hepatitis wikipedia page. at 3am. so ofc i fell asleep but it was a very intresting read #im ranting but yall im.very excited about this fic #im playing with so many of my vincent hcs akd im having a blast #conclave #conclave 2024 #conclave 2016 #conclave meta #meta #mine

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nicnak20 · 6 months ago

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A detailed examination; Charlie Mayhew:

*When Yn goes in for a regular checkup with her new doctor, she ends getting examined by a handsome young doctor who provides a very detailed examination on her. *

Yn swayed her feet back and forth against the cushiony leather table- the paper crinkling underneath her. Her arms prickled goosebumps- they always did whenever she stepped into the sterile domain of the hospital.

If it wasn't the muffled sounds of hospital chatter, then it was the metallic of the shiny instruments hanging on the walls. Feeling the thin paper gown bellow over her body, Yn felt her body flush with heat. The hair over her arms stuck up like pins in a cushion. She had an appointment with a new doctor: Doctor Mayhew. Maybe he was an older doctor; gray hair on the sides of her hair, a kind worn in smile that he gave to all his patients. Or maybe a sweet but stern woman with crinkles in around her eyes and subtle blue eyes that stared back at her with a sympathetic seriousness.

Yn found that thinking of the mysterious Doctor Mayhew distracted her from the waiting that seemed to be lingering on and on.

A knock on the door sounded and it startled Yn a bit. "Come in,"

In walked a young doctor- dark brown hair slicked and styled, a rich dimpled smile and settled down demeanor. "Hello, Miss Yn," he scanned the clipboard, "I'm Dr. Mayhew and I'll be taking care of you today." He reached out his hand for Yn to shake, before heading over to the counter.

Yn felt her heart speed up. Her face flushed a bit as Dr. Mayhew settled on the stool as he went over Yn's medical history. Feeling a bit small in his presence, Yn turned her attention to her thumbs that kept shuffling over and under each other- a nervous habit she picked up in the third grade.

Dr. Mayhew cleared his throat before holding the clipboard up and turning his attention to Yn.

"Do you smoke?"

"No."

"Engage in any form of drug use?" "No."

"Drink more than twice a day?" Yn shook her head.

A silence fell over the room until the questions became more invasive. "How are your cycles- are your periods regular?"

"...yes."

"Have you ever had any STDs?" "No... I'm a virgin." Dr. Mayhew's eyebrows lifted a bit. "This is just routine but- do you suspect pregnancy or have been pregnant in the past?"

"No." Dr. Mayhew wrote something down on the clipboard before setting it down on the counter and moving towards the foot of the table. Grabbing the little light from his lab coat, he shined it in Yn's eyes, then her ears and then inside her mouth and nose.

"Checks out nicely...." Dr. Mayhew then swiveled over and grabbed a small swivel tray where he set down a few supplies, but Yn's eyes zeroed in on a speculum and a few sample brushes.

Understanding what this exam was about: the period questions, the STDs and the pregnancy routine questions, Yn understood that she was about to receive a very detailed examination by the handsome doctor she had felt so intimidated by.

Her face flushed even warmer when he pulled the thick metal stirrups out that seemed to be hidden under the table. "Before I preform the pelvic exam, I would like to do a breast exam first. It checks for any cancers that might be there."

Carefully undoing the top of Yn's gown, it slid down leaving Yn's bare breast to pop out. They felt cold and care against the air of the room. Dr. Mayhew warmed up his hands after washing them in the sink. Walking back over, he carefully touched Yn's breast and squeezed it carefully- tickling the sensitive nipples with his palms.

Checking the other breast, Yn turned her attention to the stirrups that stuck out; like Dr. Mayhew wanted to taunt her with the looming exam that was to befall her after her simple breast check she was being given in the moment. Yn felt herself become wet but tried to stifle any reactions; professionally as she would've liked it to be for herself as well.

Her nipples became denser the more they were touched. They bounced back from the doctor's touches until they were surprisingly squeezed and pinched a bit from the clamps being placed over them. Five seconds turned into a minute as Dr. Mayhew wrote down some information on his clipboard.

"Alright," he removed the clips from Yn's nipples that were now hard and pointed. He helped Yn dress her gown over her chest before scooting down to end of the table again. "Just lay back Yn," A shudder fell down Yn's spine as she complied and laid back against the table. She felt the thin paper press against the nape of her back as Dr. Mayhew gentle guided her feet into the stirrups.

Feeling the warmth of his hands touch her cool feet, Yn's body warmed. Hearing the loud elastic snap of latex gloves made her cheeks flush with a deep redness. Glancing over and seeing the white gloves wrapped over Dr. Mayhew's large hands made a red fall over face- warming her cheeks with a burning sting.

Grabbing her hips, Dr. Mayhew scooted Yn down to the edge of the table and spread her legs gently, pushing back the gown from around her legs until her inner thighs hit the light and her vagina was exposed in front of the doctor. He kindly shined the light over her intimates, enlivening the peachy rose-colored flesh of her bottom too.

Exposed and artless, Yn felt herself sink deeper and deeper into the bitter hole of humiliation. Feeling Dr. Mayhew's gloved hands touch the lips of her vagina, Yn blushed. Alert to the wetness of herself, Dr. Mayhew seemed to take note of this and arched his eyebrow about the other. A smirk appeared across his face as without warning, his finger dug into Yn's little hole. Hearing the silk wet sounds of his finger adventuring inside of Yn, she tried to drum out the exam with the slight buzzing ring of the overhead lights.

"Okay..." grabbing the speculum, Dr. Mayhew touched it to Yn's inner thigh. "I'm going to insert the speculum now... it might feel a bit cool."

As the smooth metallic slid into you, the coolness penetrated through your body. Afraid to even glance up between your legs and see a focused- and determined- Dr. Mayhew poking and prodding around inside of you. Feeling the tingling cramping from the brush ticking her cervix, Yn was instructed to breathe deep and focus on the celling.

Yn could feel herself leaking her fluids. The speculum was removed with a string of cum still sticking to the tip. Dr. Mayhew used his finger as an interrupter and wrapped the string around his finger before setting it down on the sterile cloth. He stood up and lubricated his two fingers. "I'm going to do the bimanual exam now; you'll feel me go inside and palpate your ovaries. This is to check for any abnormalities."

Before Yn could reply, she felt the cool gelled fingers slid inside her and twist around- mixing in with her own juices. With his other hand, Dr. Mayhew lifted Yn's gown and exposed her mid-section. She knew he was staring at her slim waist and body frame, taking in the etches of her slender, soft curves. Pressing down just above her pubic bone, Yn adverted her attention to anything else- even though she could feel the doctor's eyes on her. He's just seeing if I'm in pain she thought to herself, daring not to even take one simple look into his intense eyes.

After what felt like an eternity, Dr. Mayhew's fingers slid out and he discarded the used glove. Donning on another one, Yn flinched at the sound of rubbery latex. "I'm going to do the rectal vaginal exam and then a digital rectal exam now."

The squirting sound of lube echoed again and soon Dr. Mayhew's fingers were deep inside Yn's other puckered hole and her vagina. The pressure was becoming too much, and Yn truly wanted the earth to swallow her whole. As the procedure ended, Yn thought the worst to be behind her.

Then she was instructed to get on all fours.

Her feet were guided out of the stirrups and as Dr. Mayhew was sliding them back up into the table, Yn was positioned like a dog or cat wanting to be pet.

The backside of her gown was flung open, and her round bottom was fully exposed against the glaring lights and the handsome doctor's eyes. Hearing more gloves being snapped on, Yn felt her cheeks being spread and she realized that she was at no mercy anymore. A cool wet feeling touched her hidden hole and soon not one, not two, but a whole hand was sliding into her backside, disappearing within her crack.

"A standard hemorrhoid check," Dr. Mayhew said, "it also helps detect for any intestinal problems." Yn understood it meant constipation. Her backside now wet with a determined hand rooting around inside her like she was hiding something in there.

Her face turned scarlet- destroyed by being so undignified by a 'routine physical' that she began to regret even showing up for. Gasping, trying to hide her obvious discomfort and embarrassment became more of the same ambition that Dr. Mayhew had within himself to even suggest an exam like this. Hiding her face in the paper sheets, Yn could only just endure the horrifying treatment of being dug into.

"All done." Dr. Mayhew announced as his hand was removed. Grabbing tissues, he cleaned Yn up and discarded his used gloves. "Your exam went very well, Miss Yn." Helping the young woman sit back up, Yn had to force herself to make eye contact.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Yn. I'll send the samples to the lab, and they'll have your results in a week or so." He smiled.

"Thank you." Yn sheepishly said. "It was my pleasure." Dr. Mayhew shook Yn's hand again before excusing himself out of the room, dismissing Yn from her appointment.

Gathering her clothes, Yn changed into them as quickly as possible, before running out of the hospital, hoping to leave behind the deep shame that had brewed from it.

"A nice warm bubble bath outa do the trick." She said to herself on the car ride home.

She hoped deep down that maybe it would soothe the humiliating procedures from her mind, but not totally erase the doctor that she genuinely did have a pleasure meeting.

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hesperisms · 8 months ago

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Zayne x mc medical kink? Where she visits for regular checkups and things get heated

// Finger On The Pulse

"Sometimes I can check someone's pulse without a stethoscope, but you have to come closer..."

// summary: after you beg him to over breakfast, Zayne lets his intrusive thoughts wander during a checkup on your heart...

// content warnings: 18+ (mdni), pulse play, soft-dom, established history, pet names, vaginal sex, medical kink/roleplay, oral sex.

// a/n: thank you for this suggestion anon! this was a lot of fun to write, I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it <3

likes, reblogs, comments are always appreciated!

Zayne slips back in through his office door, locking it behind him and gently tapping the door wedge underneath it with the toe of his black oxfords for extra security. He goes to move from the door towards you but then pauses for a moment of indecision, turning back and brushing his fingertips over the handle and the lock, a solid block of blue-green ice forming in their wake.

Taking his phone out the pocket of his lab coat, he double checks to make sure it's set to silent, before slipping it back where it belongs. You had talked him into this, begged him even, but he was going to do everything he could to ensure you both didn't get caught. The things I do to make you happy, he thinks to himself with a subtle shake of his head, an imperceptible smile creeping to the corner of his mouth as he walks over to you, clearing his throat.

Zayne looks at you sternly and taps his index finger on your knee, "you should be sitting on the examination table, y/n, not on my desk." His voice has a hard edge to it, colder and more professional than you're used to and it makes you shiver. You had said you wanted Dr Zayne Li and that's exactly what he's giving you, speaking to you the same way he would a work acquaintance or a patient. Your eyes had widened in surprise when you saw him use his evol to barricade you into his office and this tone drove it home; he hadn't forgotten at all about your fantasy, he was just waiting for the right moment to act on it. You were giddy at the thought, resisting the urge to kick your legs in anticipation.

Six days had passed since you confessed to him over his breakfast table that you'd had a sexy dream about the two of you in his office, where he broke his professional demeanor and ravaged you on the examination table. You had told him the details, gushing that it had turned you on so much and begging him to consider making it reality. "That would be highly unprofessional of me, my love," he had scoffed with a smirk as he kissed your forehead before he left for work. When he made no further mention of it, you had given up on the idea and by the time your phone had pinged at lunch time days later with a text from Zayne reminding you that you were his last appointment for your monthly checkup, you'd honestly forgotten about it yourself.

While it had drifted from your thoughts, it had lingered in his, festering, ticking away like a time bomb until he knew he had to acquiesce. You were normally always the subject of his daydreams when he took a break at the hospital, sitting quietly on the couch of his office resting his eyes, but for the last six days instead of his normally saccharine sweet thoughts of cuddling with you or how your face might light up when you see him on your wedding day, he had been consumed by the details of your steamy dream. Visions of your face contorted in pleasure on his examination table had been tormenting him for the last few days and then he saw it in his calendar; your monthly checkup. A window of opportunity.

He had typed and re-typed the reminder text to you a couple of times, trying to make sure he worded it as mundanely as possible to not give away his intentions and when you replied whining that you felt fine and did he really think it was needed this month, he felt a rush. You had forgotten about it, he realized, the corners of his mouth curling into a wicked grin. Now it'll be a perfect surprise.

Pulling down a fresh ream of the paper toweling on his examination table and securing it in place, he points to it. "Up, on the table." He commands curtly and you slide off his desk and jump up onto the table, pushing your skirt out behind you so that your thighs and ass are sat directly on the paper cover. "Shirt open, too." You slowly undo the top two buttons of your shirt as he demanded and his brows knit, watching you keenly, but he doesn't say anything. He uses his toe to drag over the trolley of medical instruments and reaches down into the second tray without taking his eyes off you, before his stern look changes to an actual frown.

Zayne looks down and makes a show of rummaging in the second tray, searching for something before scowling and looking up at you, clearing his throat. "I apologize y/n, the nurses seem to have misplaced my stethoscope," he begins, looking down from you to the floor like he's embarrassed, but you note there's no flush to his ears to give it away as a genuine reaction. "Can I have your consent to perform this examination manually?" he asks, a rasp of huskiness to his stern tone.

"Of course Dr. Li," you chirp at him sweetly with a faux-innocent smile, playing along now that you know the game is afoot. "I trust you with my life, no one knows my body like you do." You almost miss the micro-expression that flashes across his handsome features, a barely there smug smirk that appears and vanishes on his lips in a second, a predatory gleam to those deep jade eyes. He knows that you're onto him...there's no going back now.

"Sometimes I can check someone's pulse without a stethoscope, but you have to come closer..." He says, placing his fingertips on your knees with a gentle push to guide you into separating your thighs, letting him in closer to you. Your knees rest against his lab coat, your senses full of the smell of his aftershave and the minty antiseptic of the hospital and your heat starts to stir at the intimate closeness of it, wetness pooling between your thighs, the hint of an ache forming. He towers over you, stern and intimidating and as you look up at his face with your big trusting eyes it takes every inch of his willpower to maintain this cold façade for you.

"If I'm going to examine you manually, the shirt will have to come off all together, y/n." Zayne commands quietly and you begin to follow his instructions, trying not to seem too eager as you slip each button of your blouse undone, sliding it slowly off your shoulders. Those golden-green eyes of his stay fixed on your cleavage as your powder blue lacy bra is exposed to him and this time his ears do flush involuntarily. He loves you in that color, he handpicked this set. You look up at him expectantly and smile. "I'm ready when you are Dr. Li!" you exclaim with a cheerful little giggle and you notice his pupils dilate as your breasts jiggle with the laughter, the exact reaction you'd hoped to achieve out of him.

He reaches around you, splaying his large left hand flat across your back, leaning his ear down to hover above your chest as he taps his index and middle finger gently but firmly across your ribcage in various places, listening intently to your lungs. His warm breath fans across your bare skin and your nipples start to harden and strain against the tight lace containing them. His eyes flick downwards and he notices, tilting his head to subtly exhale across your left breast, smiling to himself when he feels a shiver run down your spine.

"Your lungs seem nice and strong, very good, y/n." Zayne murmurs as he scribbles some figures on his clipboard, softening the iciness in his tone to give you a hint of the praise he knows you love so much. A hint of a smile creeps across your lips and you blush, involuntarily squeezing your knees against his hips a little. "Are you ready for me to examine your heart?" he asks, dropping the clipboard back onto the trolley and leaning over you, making you tilt backwards slightly.

You nod and he reaches out gently to grasp your throat, hand barely hovering on your skin except for the thumb and his 2 middle fingertips delicately pressed into your slender neck, his calloused fingertips on your artery. "Be very still for me," he says with a hint of a growl to his voice, his green eyes darkening, "A person's heart rate and their carotid pulse are the same thing." Zayne explains to you in a hushed tone, studying your face while he counts your heartbeats.

You swallow thickly at his large hand on your throat, feeling yourself start to soak through the lace of your panties, the heat between your thighs becoming uncomfortably sticky. Your nipples are so hard they're aching, begging to be touched and you feel your heat throbbing. You feel your heart fluttering in your chest and you take a deep breath, hoping you can calm yourself down but it doesn't work, you're too far gone into a haze of arousal. Zayne's eyes narrow and he leans in, face inches from yours, his gaze predatory. It flickers from your glossy eyes, lingering on your lips and slowly down to your breasts before he leans in closer, whispering in your ear with a cold rasp "your heart is beating very quickly all of a sudden...is it because of this?". He emphasizes the final word with a gentle press of his strong fingertips into your artery and a moan escapes your lips involuntarily, his fingers causing a jolt of pleasure that beelines straight for your clit.

Zayne releases your throat and turns to write notes on his clipboard again and you look down between you, blushing furiously, trembling with desire and that's when you notice the bulge in his slacks pressing against the examination table; he's just as turned on as you are. You look up at him and see the tips of his ears are as red as ever and you know your moan almost snapped his dedication to the roleplay. Turning back to you, he looks down at his belt and back to you, a gleam in his dark eyes, his pupils blown out.

"I don't see any prescriptions for birth control on your file, y/n...are you sexually active?" Zayne asks nonchalantly, his lips curling into a slight smile as you blush and bite your bottom lip, looking up at him with doe eyes.

"No, Dr Li." You lie sweetly.

His gaze burns intensely into yours for a moment of silence between you, then he places his palms flat on either side of your hips on the examination table, leaning in again, his nose close to brushing yours. When he speaks, it's a husky whisper, full of all his pent up desire for you.

"Would you like to be?"

You gasp, your pulse quickening and your walls starting to ache with longing. You involuntarily lick your bottom lip at his whispered tease, and you boldly throw his words from six days ago back at him in a seductive whisper of your own.

"This is highly unprofessional of you, Dr Li."

Zayne kisses you and you sigh against his soft warm lips. He takes the opportunity of your lips parting with your sigh to slide his tongue between them teasingly, the tip playing across your own tongue, seeking and exploring you. He pulls back from you, lips glistening with your saliva and flushed and whispers in your ear "then it's a good thing you'll never tell. It'll be our dirty little secret, won't it y/n?"

"Do you say that to all your patients, Dr Li?" You ask with a smirk and he chuckles, suckling and kissing his way down your ear and throat in answer. "Only the pretty ones I want to take home afterwards." he teases, unhooking your bra and dropping it on top of your shirt beside you. He can't help himself, Zayne breaks character. "Excellent choice by the way my love," he mumbles appreciatively into the curve of your neck with a smile and you giggle happily at his praise for your choice of lingerie. "I was planning to tear your panties off you but I can't bring myself to ruin these ones, they're my favorites.". His hands roam appreciatively over your breasts, one hand rolling your hard nipple while his warm wet mouth explores the other.

You squeeze your knees against his hips and lean back on your elbows on the examination table, lifting your ass up so that he can slide your panties down your thighs in one fluid motion. You're expecting them to appear in the pile next to you but they don't; another pair temporarily going on an adventure into his pocket, you think to yourself with wry smile.

As you lift your skirt up to bunch it up around your waist, Zayne drops onto the nearby footstool and slides over to you, thumbs tracing up the inside of your thighs. He licks his lips, his eyes dark and hungry with desire. "I've been thinking about you all day." he whispers against your inner thigh and you know he's talking to your soaking wet pussy, not to you. You gasp in pleasure as he settles your legs over his shoulders and plunges his face into your wet folds, his craving to devour you overcoming him. You reach down and pull off his glasses, putting them on and sliding them up into your hair as he mumbles his thanks against your throbbing bud, his warm hot breath fueling your ache.

Zayne eats your pussy like a man starved, hungrily, sloppily, whimpering and moaning into it as he makes out with your folds, his tongue teasing your grasping entrance before suckling on your clit. Each hungry moan he growls out vibrating through your loins in a surge of need. He curls a finger in, then a second, stretching you slowly, his fingertips hunting down your most sensitive spots while his tongue laves over your sensitive clit. They find the spot they were looking for and press in on the spongy wetness, making you clap your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from crying out in pleasure. Zayne reaches up and cups his right hand over your mouth, whispering a "shhhhhh my love, not so loud" against your glistening thigh with a wet kiss.

You nod your head eagerly and he smiles between your thighs. "That's my good girl" he murmurs as he sucks down firmly on your clit and the throbbing heat inside you surges as your orgasm crashes through you, fingers gripping tight fistfuls of his soft black hair as you grind your hips against his mouth, riding out the waves of pleasure.

Panting and trying desperately to catch your breath with your heart hammering in your chest, you open your eyes, gradually coming down from your orgasm. You didn't even notice him slip his fingers out of you and stand up, so blissed out you were. Now that you're coming back down, Zayne is a vision between your thighs; he's got his tie and his top button of his business shirt tugged loose, his belt unbuckled with his slacks hanging loosely on his hips. His black boxer briefs are pulled down and he's stroking his raw red cock in one hand, the other unrolling a condom at the tip.

He rolls it on in one smooth slide of his hand down his shaft and reaches up to take his lab coat off but you reach out and stop him. "No, leave it on, Dr Li...please?" You pout, sticking out your bottom lip and he leans over to nibble on it, kissing you. "You're incorrigible," he chides, but he keeps it on for you and you grab the lapels of the coat and pull him against you. Zayne slides his cock up and down your wet folds, teasing you as you cling to his coat, staring into your eyes.

"Ready?" he asks in a breathless whisper and you nod, whispering a moan to him that you need him, now. He slides his full length into your aching walls in one plunge and he lets out a growling low moan that makes you involuntarily clench around him. Zayne grips your thighs tightly, not moving, his eyes closed as he struggles to keep himself under control. You push his boundaries a little by squeezing around him again and he whimpers deliciously.

"If you want me to last, you need to give me a moment, my love" he begs you. You let him still for a couple of seconds, then answer him with another cheeky little squeeze and he snaps with a snarling moan, pulling himself all the way out before slamming back into your tight wet heat, plunging into you over and over again, his head buried in the curve of your neck. "You really aren't going to behave and make this easy on me are you?" he huffs, each word emphasized by a deep thrust inside you and you feel another orgasm start to coil within you. "Well two can play at that game." he whispers in your ear, reaching down between you to press his thumb in tight circles on your sensitive clit. The stimulation makes you clench down hard on his cock and he grunts out a whine, trailing sloppy kisses over your jaw before locking his lips passionately against yours.

Zayne moans into your mouth as he kisses you and you feel his whole body shiver and his hips start to stutter in their pace, you know he's close but he's trying so desperately to hold back until you cum again. His desperate pants and soft moans he's trying to keep quiet push you over the edge and you cry out against his lips, your second orgasm seizing you in tense waves of pleasure under him, getting overstimulated as he continues to slide against your spasming walls. With one final clench he's joining you, gasping your name into your neck hips jerky as he whimpers through his release.

He pulls out of you, tying off the condom and tossing it into the trashcan beside his examination table before pulling his slacks back up and securing his belt. The room smells of a mix of your sex, his aftershave and antiseptic and you're both flushed with sweat. Zayne looks over to the door and smiles as he sees the ice has pretty much melted, ready for you both to leave when you're ready.

Once you've put your bra and your shirt back on and smoothed down your skirt (you won't ask him for your panties back, he's earned them), you reach your arms out to him requesting cuddles and he happily slides his arms around you, bringing you into his chest. "Thank you handsome," you preen at him, looking up at him with tired, satisfied eyes. "I didn't expect it and it was even better than my dream."

Zayne chuckles, brushing your hair off your face so that he can plant a gentle kiss on your forehead and reclaiming his glasses from you, perching them back on his nose. "I'm glad I made you happy my love, but lets not make a habit of this." he says softly, helping you down from the examination table.

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hriindia · 1 year ago

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#hr diagnostics #full body checkup #Comprehensive Health Assessment #Complete Medical Examination #Total Health Screening #Holistic Health Check #Full Health Evaluation #Extensive Physical Examination #General Health Checkup #Complete Health Check #Thorough Health Review #Detailed Medical Checkup

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primeratchet · 18 days ago

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Dear ratchet,

So, long story short but due to his concern for our health and his potential inability to do routine checkups if we're in the middle of an insertion, the dinobot team medic skarr designed self diagnostics scanners that he installed into our frames. With that in mind, the reports from my self diagnostics scanner has been weird ever since I landed in this bizarre world on the other side of an almost psychedelic colored space bridge portal. Under normal circumstances I need to intake energon at minimum every couple solar cycles, but it's been almost two and a half lunar cycles since the last time I did so yet according to my self diagnostics scanner my energon levels remain at a decent level. Given that my ratchet is in a whole nother reality than I am currently, I reached out to you. I'm not sure how to handle the contradictory/impossible nature of my energon levels, what should I do?

From,

Swoop (of the unified continuity dinobots, and trying not to panic as her current medical status alarms her greatly)

Ratchet read through the letter he had gotten. His optics slowly widned as he finished it. "Great primus..." he breathed out. He quickly began to type his letter back.

Dear Swoop,

This is Ratchet. You need to get to the base ASAP. If all you say is true, this is not good news at all and I URGE you to come to the autobot base so I can do a full run through scan and you can explain this whole mess to me in a more detailed fashion.

#autobots #tfp #ratchet #tfp ratchet #primeratchet #Swoop

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justmeinadaze · 1 year ago

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Little Girl Gone Part 3 (Steddie X You)

A/N: I tried to grab all the tags! If I missed any let me know :)

Warnings: Gangster Eddie/Officer Steve & Doctor Fem Reader, SMUT, slight degrading, spanking, slapping, handcuffs, etc. FLUFF, more details about the guys relationship,

ANGST, Per the previous chapters cliffhanger we get to meet Jason Carver and he causes problems triggering Eddie to react impulsively. Steve and Y/N spend the bulk of the chapter trying to talk him out of it. Steve and Y/N talk about past relationships, The boys fight but its an understanding between them (you'll see what I mean), technically not a cliffhanger ending this time!

Word Count: 6883

Previous Chapter Here

Clearing your throat, you regained your composure as you feigned a smile and extended your palm out to shake his.

“Hello there Mr. Carver. How can I help you today?”

“Well, like I told the young lady out there, I’m just here for a checkup. I’m embarrassed to say I wasn’t even aware this little office was here and so close to my house!”, he chuckled as he leaned against the counter.

Your head slightly ticked to the side at his statement as you pretended to read his chart. Carver’s side of Hawkins was nowhere near your clinic with you actually being a lot closer to Eddie’s building then any of Jason’s.

“Is that right?”

As the gangster nods, he turns his back to you for a moment to check his phone allowing you to sneak towards your sink and turn on the water as you pretended to wash your hands, utilizing your own device as you call Eddie’s phone.

“If anything happens, you see something or feel unsafe just call my cell. I’m more likely to answer than Steve who’s always on the move.”

Casually fumbling with your hair, you slide the wireless earbud into your ear and slide your device back into your pocket just as Jason turns back around.

“Please forgive me. Didn’t mean to break one of your rules.”, he laughs softly as he points to your “No Cell Phones” sign.

“Hey princess. I was just thinking about you.”, Eddie’s voice sweetly flowed from your phone.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, Mr. Carver. I completely understand.” You heard clicking that sounded like a gun being loaded as you focused on the man in front of you. “Now was there a particular reason you felt like you needed a checkup or did you just wanted to keep up appearances?”

“No Steve, fuck you. I’m not staying put. This fucker has the nerve to come on to MY territory and…well then I’ll meet you there. You better get there before me because I swear to God if this asshole wants a war… The fuck did you just say to me!? Goddamn it!”

“I have to confess; I did have a bit of a reason. My head and my shoulder have really been bothering me.”

“Steve’s on the way, Y/N. He said he’s a couple of minutes away and so am I. Just stay calm, baby.”

“That’s not uncommon with things like…migraines. I, um, I can run some tests and prescribe you some medication that…that will help.”

Jason takes a few steps toward you as he speaks.

“I would appreciate that. It just genuinely feels like I got shot in the forehead or something.”, he chuckles as he moves again till he’s right in front of you.

“I think you should leave.”

“Aw, why? I’ve heard from the community around here that you’d be the person to come to for pain and I’m in a lot of it. You see, I had to bury one of my close friends yesterday.”

“What does that have to do with me?”

“That’s what I’m trying to find out, honey.”

“Don’t call me that.”, you growl making him smirk down at you before pushing some of your hair behind your ear displaying the earbud.

“She seems like a strong one, Munson. Beautiful. Girl in uniform. You definitely have a type.”

“Don’t touch me either.”

“Or what, honey, huh?”

The exam room door flies open as Steve barrels through with his gun drawn.

“Jason. You’re on the wrong side of town.”

“Put me on speaker, Y/N.”

Removing the device from your ear, you do what he says and hold your phone towards the gangster whose eyebrows raise in amusement.

“Is that my favorite rival?”

“Jason… you’re playing with fire. First you come on my territory, kidnap, and hurt Steve. Then you send one of your idiots to point a gun in my face. Normally this would be strike three but I’m giving you an out here. Stay away from them and off my side of Hawkins and we’ll do the same.”

“You know, Eddie, that sounds like a sweet deal. Let me talk it over with my team and…oh wait. You killed half my team.”

“You hurt the man I love. You started this… Don’t play the victim now.”

“No, you know who’s a victim? Andrew, Patrick, Samuel, and all of my other friends you killed.”, he sneered as his eyes met your own. “Soon you’ll know what it feels like. You won’t know when or where, freak, but I assure you I will be there when your pig and little whore here become victims to. Unless… you want to switch sides and come with me, pretty girl.”

As his hand reached out to touch your face, your fist reached out to punch him, knocking him backwards just in time for Steve to move forward, grab your wrist, and pull you behind him.

“Like you said, asshole, I have a type. She’s a lot stronger than she seems. However…”

The door to the room opens again as Eddie saunters in cocking his gun and points it in the other man’s face.

“If you ever pull a stunt like this again or lay one hand on her, there will be nowhere you could run where we wouldn’t find you. I’m not Allen, Jason. I’m not going to let the stupid bullshit you used to do slide.”

Moving aside to stand by Steve, he allowed the gangster to stand and adjust his suit as he headed for the door.

“You’re right, Munson. You aren’t Allen. The streets ran better with him in charge and you’re nothing like him. You may think these people respect you but I assure you they pity you.”, he spat before leaving the way he came.

The officer immediately turned around and cupped your head in his hands.

“Are you ok, honey? You did really good.”

You aggressively nod, gripping his wrist as you lean your forehead against his.

“Yeah, I’m ok. What does this mean?”

“It means I fucking slaughter that asshole and show him exactly how people respect me.”, Eddie grumble as tucked away his weapon.

“No, it doesn’t. That’s something impulsive Allen would do but not you.”

The gangster chuckled under his breath casually walking towards the officer, placing himself mere inches from him with a stoic expression but eyes filled with fury.

“That’s the second time today you, Steven, have insinuated I’m acting like my father and second person today to compare me to him. I am the boss of the Munson crew and I know how to handle my business. Now, go back to being the dirty cop and shut the fuck up.”

“I’m dirty because of you, babe. Everything I do is for you.”

“Wait…”, you begged as you step between them, each man prepared to duke it out here in your exam room. “Wait, don’t do this here. We can talk about it tonight in your loft.”

“We?”, Eddie sneered as he backed away. “You two can come over but the conversation will be the same. I know what I’m doing and neither of you have any say but especially you, little girl.”

“The head of a gang just threatened my life. I’m allowed to have an opinion on this.”

“Edward Munson, don’t do anything till we talk or I swear to God, I will arrest you and take you in myself.”

The gangster bit his bottom lip, huffing at he turned to leave.

“Well then bring your handcuffs, sweetheart, because you will need them.”

##############

Steve stayed with you the rest of the day and after you got off, drove with you to Eddie’s building. As soon as you both stepped in you could feel the energy buzzing around what happened.

“Hey Marcus. Please tell me he’s at least in his apartment.”

“Yes, sir, Mr. Harrington, but he has had people coming and going.”

“Great. Thanks, bud.”

The man behind the desk smiles at you as you wave politely, your other hand firmly locked with the officer’s as he led you to the elevator.

“Is this normal? Have you ever seen him like this?”, you ask.

“Uh, yeah, but not at this scale.” As the door to the elevator closes, he sighs before turning to face you. “We meant what we said, Y/N, about not hurting you or anything like that but we both can get feisty when we’re heated. If anything makes you feel uncomfortable or you get scared just say that word we taught you, ok?”

The entire week you stayed with them after what happened with Andrew, you not only spent that time getting to know each other but they explained some rules they like to follow when it comes to “playing rough.” Steve told you that due to their line of work sometimes they liked to take out their stresses on each other which made you giggle at the time when his eyes playfully rolled back.

“We like to go all out, you know? Slapping, choking, degrading… of course, honey, you don’t have to do any of that.”

“I don’t mind you doing any of that. Just don’t like punch me or cut me.”

“Sweetheart, we aren’t into that kinda thing either. Trust me, we see it enough out there.”, Eddie teases as he points absently towards the window. “If you don’t like something we’re doing or you need us to stop just say ‘Red’, alright?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Oh, Munson. She has manners. I like that.”

“Yes, sir.”

The officer grins as he leans down to kiss your lips.

As soon as you enter Eddie’s apartment you’re stunned by the chaos around you. There were guns laid out in random sections of the living room with a gigantic map of Hawkins on the coffee table. Walking further in, you noticed pieces of glass shattered against the wall with liquid that smelled like bourbon surrounding it.

“Ed, this is a rash jump. Shouldn’t the retaliation be level with the offense? A war seems…extreme.”

“Alright, Gareth, what would be level for openly threatening me and the people I care about, hm? Kill more insignificant lackies? Steal some of his product? No. If this is what he wants then I’m going to give it to him.”

“Jesus, man. You sound like—” The gangster’s angry glare cut him off as he rose to his feet, relief panting his features when he noticed Steve. “You know we’d follow you anywhere but we…I really think you should reevaluate your strategy.”

Eddie ignores him as he holds his current glass of alcohol in his hand to his forehead as he continues to focus on the image in front of him. The officer pats Gareth shoulder comfortingly as he leaves and you exhale your nerves as you watch these two men you’ve grown fond of interact.

***

“I see you didn’t wait for me.”, Steve sighed with agitation.

“You’re right, I didn’t, but I haven’t made any definitive moves yet so you’re right on time to say your peace.”

“Eddie, I’m not playing around. If you start a gang war in the middle of Hawkins, I will arrest you and throw you in a cell myself. If you want to act like your dad then I can treat you like him.”

The long-haired man slammed his glass against the table and rose to his feet, striding angrily towards the officer before shoving him furiously in the chest.

“Last time you tried that, babe, we barely made it halfway down the street before you were fucking me and letting me go! You think now you can follow through? After everything we’ve been through? Now that you love me.”

Steve stepped forward shoving the man back with his broad chest.

“With no hesitation, honey. I’d be doing it because I love you. I’m not going to let you get innocent people and/or yourself killed! There are other ways we can do this, Eddie.”

“There’s no other way. I’m tired of his cocky, entitled attitude and I gave him plenty of leeway! His response was to hurt you, threaten me, and intimidate Y/N? No. I won’t have that disrespect!”

“Eddie, doing this won’t gain you that respect. If anything, you’ll lose more or all of it.”, you added trying to help.

“Oh, sweetheart, if anyone has less say in this, it’s you.”

“My life is now on the line to as well as those innocent people Steve mentioned. I see and heal them every day! You told me when we first met that you didn’t kill people you didn’t have to. You don’t have to do this.”

Eddie glared into his boyfriend’s eyes as he reached for his phone and started dialing.

“Hey, Jeff. Yeah, get everything together and—”

Steve hand flew, knocking the device from the gangster’s hand as he tumbled to the side and caught himself on the couch.

“Jeff, it’s Steve. Ignore that order. As a matter of fact, all of you head home for the night, ok? Mr. Munson and I need to have a talk so he won’t be making anymore decisions tonight.”

With exception force, he threw the phone hard against the wall, not even flinching when it shattered. Both men stared each other down as the fury burned around them and you’d be lying if you said watching them angerly pant as their dominance oozed from them didn’t turn you on a bit.

Eddie lunged toward him and you watched in aw as both men began to fight each other. The officer got the upper hand, pinning him to the floor, and pressing his knee into his shoulder blades as he handcuffed his hands behind his back.

“Be careful, Steve! He’s still healing.”

Rolling him onto his back, he checked the gangster’s wound that was exposed due his shirtless physique that had Steve not just checking his side but his entire upper body.

“Why are you acting so impulsively? This isn’t like you.”

“Well, this feels familiar. You sizing me up while I’m on my back, handcuffed. I’m starting to think the reason you restrain me is because you can’t control me without it. Just like how you think threatening to take me in will get me to submit to what you want.”

Keeping both knees straddling his waist, Steve’s palms caressed his stomach around to his back, his eyes never leaving his boyfriend’s as he removed the cuffs accepting the challenge.

“I can control you just fine without restraints. Now… are you done with your tantrum, little boy, or should we keep going?”

The condescension in his partner’s voice infuriated the gangster as he smacked him in the face and tried to throw him off him. This just spurred Steve on more as he grabbed the man’s wrists and held them to the floor.

“Honey, can you help me?”

Nodding, you scurried his way and when his eyes gestured towards his belt, you immediately unbuckled it, even going the extra step of pulling out his cock for him.

“Thank you, pretty girl.”, he coos, tilting his head towards you so you could kiss his lips as Eddie struggled beneath him. “See? She’s a good girl.”

“She IS a good girl. That’s why I’m doing this; to protect her.”

“Don’t. Don’t say you’re doing this for us, Eddie, because we don’t want you to do this.”

The gangster’s jaw clenched at your words causing Steve to sigh in frustration as he leaned down till the tip of his cock was resting on his lips.

“Open.” When his partner remained still, the pretty boy rolled his eyes, shuffling the man’s hands into one of his own so he could free his other to reach behind him and place it on the massive bulge in his slacks. “OPEN.”

Eddie’s eyes fluttered as Steve continued to massage him and without prompting you slide towards the gangster’s waist and unbuckled his pants as well.

“All the way off, baby. He needs to be exposed and vulnerable because that seems to be what he’s into now a days. Right, little boy? That’s what this move you’re planning will do.”

When Eddie moaned, Steve turned to see just as you were running your tongue down the veins of the man’s length.

“She’s a lot nicer than I am because I assure you I’m not going to be that gentle. Now…OPEN.”, he growled.

He tried to remain steadfast but when your lips enveloped him, Eddie couldn’t help but groan allowing Steve to slide into his awaiting mouth. Releasing him from his hold, the officer balanced his hands above his boyfriend’s head as he thrust into him as you lightly mewled at the feeling of Eddie’s palms petting your hair.

“Fuck. That’s it. Keep that sassy fucking mouth open for me.”

Coming around to their front, you help Steve remove his shirt before leaning down beside Eddie’s forehead to tenderly move his hair away from his face. Even though they were upset, both men sighed at the action. You were a nice contrast to their rough lifestyle, not just when you played but in their relationship as well.

“Eddie, please, there’s another way we can do this without people getting hurt.”

Wrapping his arms around his waist, the gangster flipped the officer over and you slid back a bit to allow them to wrestle. You noticed immediately that a lot of Eddie’s fight had decreased especially when Steve’s back hit the wall as he circled his legs around him, locking the long-haired boy in a position that had him thrown over his lap on his stomach with his ass exposed.

Gripping his wrists again in one hand, the other free one came down hard on his behind making Eddie groan.

“She’s talking to you and she’s right, Ed.” Squirming against his hold, Steve’s hand came down again. “Why are you being so stubborn about this?!”

“FUCK YOU!”

His deep, authoritative voice startled you but not his partner as his palm came down once more before sucking on two of his fingers and sliding them into his entrance.

“Are you trying to prove something? Everyone already knows you’re a badass to be feared if needed.” Eddie moaned as Steve’s fingers tapped that spot inside of him that drove him crazy. “You keep saying it’s a respect thing but I don’t believe you. People respect you except that fucking, preppy moron but that’s one man. We don’t need to kill a bunch of people to prove a point to him.”

Steve spanked him again as he mused.

“Is it me?”, you asked in a small voice that makes Eddie’s head hang as his hair blocks his face. “Is it because of what we talked about…about how I’m another vulnerability?”

“I won’t allow anyone to fucking hurt you.”, he grumbled as his eyes shot up to meet yours. “Anyone.”

With incredible force, Steve pushed him off his lap and rose to his feet, pulling up his pants, and collecting you in his arms before carrying you up the stairs to the bedroom.

“Grab anything you may need, honey. We’re going to my place.”

“You have a place?”

“Yeah. Can’t really have it on record that I live with a gangster.”, he chuckles, his face hardening as Eddie enters the room. “You promised me that you wouldn’t let your feelings for me affect what you did out there. We agreed that extended to her when we decided to bring her into our world. If you really want to fucking burn down Hawkins to show the city that we are yours then we’ll remove ourselves from the fucking equation. Oh, and she’s not a vulnerability. Personally, I think she’s one of our strengths. One of the few fucking positive things about us and in our lives.”

“Why do you think I’m trying to protect her?!”

“EXCUSE ME! But haven’t I protected you two?!”, you angrily spit towards Eddie. “You I’ve saved twice, remember? I don’t NEED you to protect me. I can protect myself just fine. I like knowing I have you two there for me though. I…I make myself vulnerable FOR you. That doesn’t mean I’m weak. I’m not afraid of Jason Carver. If anything, I’m more afraid of you right now and what you might do.”

Eddie let out a heavy sigh as his palm flew up to his chest. Taking a hold of your hand, Steve led you past the brokenhearted gangster and out the front door.

##############

Grinning softly, you took in the new dwelling Steve had brought you to. It was a modest, brick interior, studio apartment on the fifth floor of a complex that had a good view of the city. The walls were pretty much bare except for the couple of pictures of sports cars and near his bed his certificate of graduation from the police academy. In the corner, he had set up a little gym area with weights and a treadmill with the same fantasy book off to the side that you remembered on Eddie’s nightstand.

When you flashed it to him questioningly, he smiled.

“Eddie loves that crap. Whenever he babbles about it, I at least want to know what he’s talking about.”

On his nightstand, he placed his badge and gun right beside the medication you prescribed him making you beam when you see he had been following your instructions. Beside his lamp and phone charger was a framed photo of him and Eddie different from the one the gangster had. In his photo, Eddie was on a kitchen counter somewhere with his legs reaching to wrap around Steve’s waist as his ringed fingers tugged at the collar of his shirt to bring him closer. Their lips were inches apart, noses just barely touching as Steve smirked down at him.

“We need to get a picture of you so we both can have one.”

“Does it worry you? Like if you invite a friend over who’s on the force and they see that?”

“Sweetheart, I don’t know if you noticed but I’m kind of an asshole. I don’t have many friends.”, he laughs breathily as he runs his fingers through his hair and takes a seat beside you. “The friends I do have know about us. If I ever go somewhere work related or with any of the other officers I usually go to their places. And of course, I’m the only cop that goes to his place so…”

Your own fingers tenderly reach out to caress his cheek and run down his muscular back making him sigh as he closes his eyes.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah… I’m just…I’m just worried. I really don’t want him to this.”

“Would you genuinely take him in like you said?”

“I would. Which means I would most likely get arrested to.” Opening his eyes, he glances your way seeing the slight confusion as he continues. “If I just brought him, it wouldn’t be enough. I’d have to tell them how I knew it was him and then everything else but…at least he’d be safe. Unless they send him to the same place his dad is at…Fuck.”, he groans as he rubs his palms over his face.

“What would happen to me?”

His head abruptly turned at your question as he became more serious.

“Nothing, baby. I promise. You’d be safe. Eddie has people that would watch over you for us and of course anything else you may need they can get it.”

“I need you two.”, you cry as your head hangs. “I like you both so much… I don’t want to lose you.” Steve’s arm shot out to pull you to him so he could hold you tightly to his chest. “God, what is wrong with me? I’ve never been this, I don’t know, clingy before.”

“We tend to have that effect on women.” He laughs and pretends to flinch when you pull away to lightly slap his arm. “Does it bother you? I mean do you like it?”

“I do. It scares me a little bit sometimes. Eddie says we’re his vulnerabilities but for me…being open like this…in that particular headspace… Most men are always intimidated by me when they first meet me and lately I struggled to get past that first date. My last relationship…didn’t end well…so I put all my energy into finishing my PhD and working.”

“I can understand that. I did the same thing after my last relationship. It’s part of the reason I had the balls to go after Eddie. I did so much reconnaissance and sleuthing that I thought I had enough to bring in the leader of a mafia gang. He, uh, wasn’t what I thought he would be.”

“Kind?”

“Goofy. He told me a dad joke that made me laugh. By the time we got near the station, I didn’t want to let him go. Over the past 10 months, I’ve learned how sweet, nerdy, and adorable he can be.”

“I learned the same thing about you.” Steve scrunched his nose as he laughed at you. “I did. You were a bit of a jerk and I thought you hated me.”

“I told you I’m a jerk!”, he grinned till you both calmed down and he tenderly petted your head. “No, baby, I didn’t hate you.”

A knock on the door had you both more alert as he placed his finger over his mouth in a shushing motion while he reached for his weapon. Rising to your feet in preparation, you watched as he slowly moved towards the sound, exhaling after looking through his peephole.

Lowering his weapon, he opens the door to a disgruntled Eddie who barges through and throws his leather jacket on the couch, his face instantly softening when he sees yours.

“Why are you crying? Is everything ok?”

You wipe your face as he hurries towards you, giving you a once over as you nod.

“Yeah, Eddie. I’m ok. We were just talking about you…how much we care about you.”

“Why are you here, Munson? Don’t you have a massacre to dictate?”

Blinking, he readjusts himself so he can address you both.

“Steve, when you showed up at my door after Carver’s guys jumped you, it scared the hell out of me. You were in so much pain and…”, his voice cracks before clearing his throat as he continues. “I remember what it was like having the shit kicked out of me and the fact that someone had the balls to do that to someone I love; someone that’s mine. I saw red. When Jason showed up at her work threatening to do the same…Baby, I lost my fucking mind.”

“Clearly.”, Steve chided, sighing when you flashed him a stern look. “She’s not just yours, you know. It’s not solely on you to watch out for her. You don’t think when I saw him pressing up against her and calling her a whore I didn’t want to shoot that motherfucker then and there? You’re also mine, Eddie, and if I have to arrest you to keep you alive…”

“Are you still going to go through with it? Going after Jason?”, you ask, relief washing over you when he folds his arms and shakes his head.

“You both were right. There are other ways we can attack him without innocent people getting hurt.” The gangster’s beautiful chocolate hues glance towards you. “I’m sorry I scared you.” As your arms wrap around him, he exhales heavily into your hair as his fingers cling to you. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“It’s ok—”

“No, it’s not.”, he scolds himself as he tilts your head back to look at him. “Don’t you ever let either of us get away with bullshit like that. It’s one thing to dominate you. It’s another to frighten you. We don’t want to do that with you.”

“So, what I’m hearing, Edward Munson, is that you need to be punished.”, Steve teases causing the other man’s eyes to playfully narrow as he bows towards his boyfriend extending his arms on either side.

“I’m all yours, Officer.”

“Hm.”

Grinning, he steps forward, placing himself directly in front of him before forcefully turning him to face you as he pats him down.

“God this feels so vaguely familiar.”

“Because it’s been done so many times in the past?”

“Only by you, baby.”

Steve’s face hardens as he spanks the man in front of him as he leans over his shoulder to whisper in his ear.

“Stop talking. You’re in a lot of trouble.”

You watch with intense desire as his palm glides over the gangster’s pockets and reroutes around to the bulge in his slacks. Eddie groans as he licks his lips, his hips slightly grinding to find more friction.

“Too bad you were a bad little boy. We could have been sucking you cock right now or you could be sinking it into her tight, wet pussy. But no… you had to play big man in Hawkins, didn’t you?” When his boyfriend doesn’t answer, he spanks him again. “Didn’t you?”

“Ah, fuck. Yes.”

Abruptly grabbing his wrists, Steve handcuffs them behind Eddie’s back, guiding him towards his mattress, and tossing him stomach first onto his bed.

“Can you do me a favor, sweet girl?”

Stepping closer to him, you allow him to murmur instructions to you making you nod before lightly kissing his lips. After completely disrobing, you climb on to the bed in front of Eddie and per the officer’s instructions, open your legs wide for him to see.

“Fuck, angel. You’re so fucking beautiful.”, he compliments in a strained tone as the other man reached underneath him to remove the gangster pants and boxers.

“Yeah? You like my pussy, baby?” Scooting a bit closer to him, you bite your bottom lip and grin as he nods, tilting his head to kiss your inner thigh. As his kisses trail further up towards your legs, you push yourself back, denying him what he desperately wants. “Oh, I’m sorry. Officer Harrington said you weren’t allowed.”

Steve smirks over his shoulder as he listens to Eddie whine while hanging his head.

“No, hey, keep your eyes on her.”, he scolds, gripping his jaw and forcing his head up.

The long-haired boy groans as your fingers glide effortlessly through your folds, the sound of your wetness making him harder as he tries to relieve the pressure by rutting into the mattress. His boyfriend roughly loops his arms through his own, bringing his back to his chest as he guides his cock into his entrance.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it.”

You had never really been privy to seeing them be sexually intimate and you never initiated any of that in the bedroom. You wanted them to feel comfortable especially since you were the newcomer to the relationship and dynamic. Seeing them now as Steve slammed his hips into Eddie’s, lifting and holding his upper half with his arms alone as the gangster practically drooled mewling his name; it was the sexist thing you had ever seen.

A small cry left your throat as you pushed two of your fingers into your needy hole.

“Aw, look what you’re doing to her, honey. She wants your mouth in her cunt so bad. I bet you do to, huh?”

“I-I—fuck—I’m sorry.”, he sighed exasperatingly.

“I’m sure you are.” Pulling out, he smacked his ass before bouncing on to the bed on his back and man handling his boyfriend till he was positioned over his cock. “You better ride my dick fucking hard.” Holding the base, both men moaned as he lowered himself on to his firm length and did what he commanded. “Mmm—fuck—come here, Y/N.”

After crawling over to him, he tugged your arm and shifted your body till you were sitting directly on his face.

“I got you, baby.”

Steve wasted no time, his fingers digging into your thighs as his thick, masterful tongue went to work. Eddie watched you both with glassy, lust filled eyes as he bounced and grinded on the man he loved. Leaning towards him, you couldn’t help but capture his lips and was surprised when the officer allowed it.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I really am. Fuck, his cock feels so fucking good.”

“I forgive you, Eddie. I forgive you. YES! Steve, please. I need him.”

His hold around you tightened as he shook his head between your legs, his lips making obscene slurping sounds as he flicked his tongue against your clit at an overwhelming pace.

Panting, your body trembled as you came as his tongue continued with its assault, elongating your high. After a soft kiss to your thigh and a firm tap of your ass, you climbed off him, waiting for instruction. Sitting up, he grabbed Eddie’s cheeks and kissed him passionately making the gangster groan at the taste of you on his boyfriend’s mouth.

“I’m sorry, Steve. You know how I am sometimes.”

“Hot headed? Stubborn? A pain in my ass?” They both chuckled softly, the officer running his thumb along his lips. “We talk to each other right? Figure things out together.”

“Yeah, baby, we do.”

“ALL of us. That includes her now. She makes us stronger.”

“Yeah, she does.”, Eddie smiled as he glanced your way wishing he could touch you.

Giving him one final kiss, Steve leans back and pats his lower stomach.

“Come here, honey.” Taking his hand, you let him direct you till you were straddling him with the other man’s cock teasing your pussy lips. “You’ll have to slide back on him but he should be able to do the rest.”

Nodding your head, you reach behind you to hold his length as you guide him inside of you.

“Oh my fucking God.”, Eddie growls as you mewl at the stretch.

Steve’s large palms grip your hips as his boyfriend start’s bouncing and thrusting his own.

“Does that feel good, Y/N?”

“S-So good.”

“Shit. You’re both so fucking sexy That’s it. Just let go and take it like a good girl.”

Your breasts hang perfectly in front of his face and when his mouth attaches to your nipple, your pussy clenches around Eddie making him whimper as he picks up his pace.

“Please, Eddie. Make me cum.”

As he does his best to honor your request while restrained, Steve licks his thumb and massages your clit driving you crazy as you push up and lean against the gangster’s chest. You feel him grunt into your shoulder as he releases inside of you, you following as you moan his name into the ceiling. After lightly spanking you, you collapse to the side and watch as Eddie falls forward knowing the man he loves will be there as Steve cups his cheeks and thrusts roughly upwards chasing his own high.

“That’s it, Eddie, baby. Take it, take it, take it. That’s my good boy. Fuck.”

They both groan as the man underneath him thrusts his spend deep inside of him, his mouth falling open as he pants against his lips.

“I love you so much, Steven, fuck. I love you.”

As the gangster croons into his neck and they continue to whisper admiration for each other, you tip toe towards the officer’s set of keys and quietly reappear to free him. His palms promptly come to pet the boy’s head, kissing his forehead before playfully wrapping his arms around you and dragging you over Steve to place you between them.

A warm feeling washes over you as both men roll on to their side to nuzzle their noses against your cheeks as they hold you.

You aren’t sure when you fell asleep or for how long but the strong, delicious smell of pasta caused your eyes to flutter open. Eddie was still knocked out beside you but due to the small space you could see Steve with his bare back to you in sweats at the stove. One of his shirts had been placed by the bed and you smiled as you slid it on, shuffling towards him.

“Hey you. I’m making dinner if you’re hungry.” His grin grows when you nod, turning his attention back to his sizzling pan. Hopping up, on to the nearby stool by his counter, you notice a file with Jason’s name on it.

“May I?”

Glancing that way, he hesitates for only a moment before giving his approval.

The file itself was thick with photos and notes of Carver’s gang showing that the officer really did take his job seriously as you browsed through the details. Kind of like Eddie his father passed the reigns to his son Jason but unlike him, his father was still out and walking freely. He seemed to still have a bit of sway when it came to the clan itself but otherwise he trusted his son. He had been running things for a couple of years before Eddie took over and due to the change Steve noted a few things you found disturbing.

“Hey. Put that down and try this.” You smile as he holds a spoon to your lips and he beams with pride when make a tiny yum noise as he turns back around. “My mom was actually a pretty good cook. She taught me a thing or two.”

“Jesus Christ, it smells good in here.”, Eddie announced, grabbing a desk chair and sliding obnoxiously loud over to you two making you laugh. While tilting up to kiss you, he yanks the file from your grasp. “Bad Officer Harrington. Letting her snoop.”

“She’s not snooping. She asked and I said it was alright.”

“I’m glad you’re not going after him, Ed. There’s some things in there…”

“Yeah. Jason Carver is a prick. I’m surprised his dad lets him get away with half the shit he does but unless George Carver deems you worthy so to speak he doesn’t give a damn.”

Your head shot up as an idea hit you.

“Wait a second, Hawkins does a charity thing every year where the wealthy show up to throw money at causes to make them feel better about themselves.”

“Yeah, my parents go to that.”, Steve replied with a hint of sarcasm you didn’t miss.

“My dad was always invited but never went. He never felt the need to pretend to be a good man.”

“But that’s why I never went. I had heard that the head of the Carver’s attended.” They both continue to stare at you with confused eyes causing you to let out a frustrated sigh as you rise to your feet. “The sponsors of that party have funds for Hawkins medical funds but the bulk of it goes to that general hospital. I’m still always invited…if I wanted to mingle with the donors…make an impression… Come on, guys.”

“Honey, just say what’s on your mind.”

“I can go with Eddie and we can talk to Jason’s dad. Maybe somehow convince him to get his son to leave us alone.”

They exchange a look before the gangster finally speaks.

“Y/N, sweetheart, that means you’d have be seen with me and not just by the Carvers. My team, a few of our friends, and apparently Jason somehow knows about Steve but otherwise he’s hidden. If we go to this event with you on my arm, EVERYONE will know.”

“Including the police, baby. Which means you could have more eyes on you and pressure pushed when it comes to him.”

Your head hangs as you fiddle with your fingers.

“I would never turn you over or tell them anything. I swear…”

“No, honey.”, Steve quickly explains. “We aren’t worried about that. We just don’t want you to be uncomfortable. Of course, we can protect you in that regard from getting into any kind of legal trouble.”

“Your family and friends will have something to say—”

“I don’t have much family and I work 24/7 so I don’t have time for friends. Honestly, the only thing I care about is that clinic, my patients, and you two.” The genuinely smile at that last bit making you blush. “I do. I care about you very much. It’s been a long time since I felt like I wasn’t just coasting through life. These past couple of weeks I’ve really enjoyed having someone to talk to, to hold me, even just hear someone tell me I’m fucking beautiful.”

Eddie gets to his feet and tenderly kisses your lips.

“You are beautiful, angel. Ok, I need to take you shopping so we can get you a new dress.”

“Oh, you don’t have to—”

“I know I don’t HAVE to. I want to.”, he grins. “We need to go over some rules and things if we are going to pull this off. “

“I can come to. Since my parents are attending, it wouldn’t be odd for me to be there and I can keep an eye on you two.”

“My knight in shining handcuffs and a holster gun.” Steve sticks out his tongue as Eddie giggles like a little kid. “Alright, princess, this won’t be the last time I ask but are you sure you want to do this?”

Your gaze shifts between them as a heavy sigh exits from your lungs.

“I’m sure.”

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2025/04/10 Blog post by Wakana おしゃべりガーデン第20回目‼️〜今日はヨットなLittle Danceの日です〜

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Talk Garden Vol.#20‼️〜April 10 Is "Little Dance" Day〜

Episode 20 of my podcast "Wakana's Talk Garden" has been uploaded! ︎🎉🎉 This time, it unexpectedly became an episode filled with lots of singing😂 Today, my concert "Wakana Spring Live 2025 ~Little Dance~" is being held so I hope that everyone who is coming to the live will listen to the podcast afterwards while remembering all the special moments from today's performance. For those who couldn't make it (😢), I hope that this episode will at least somehow make you feel like you are experiencing a live performance😊

Thank you so much for your love letters💌 filled with so many thoughts and feelings from everyone😭✨ I'm really really happy hear that everyone is listening to my music passionately and with all kinds of feelings in mind😭✨ The number of messages was the highest ever, and it was hard to choose which ones to read in the episode but believe when I say that I was screaming with joy😭✨And I read each and every one of your letters😊♡ Thank you so much‼ ︎ Now I really want to do another singing episode like this😂

Please wait for the day when my singing will be featured in an episode again🎤

So, the next talk theme was decided based on a letter from one of you! Next time, it will be [Everyone's Memories of Medical Checkups]! ＼(^o^)／ I also had one last month, lots of things happened😂I want to talk about it soon😂 I'm looking forward to hearing your interesting and fun stories, as well as some serious ones!!

Anyway, today is April 10th, the day of my live performance, so I'm both excited and nervous while writing this post!! ＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／ It's frustrating that I can't tell you anything yet, but everyone, please wait a little while longer~!! 😆

Some photos from the final rehearsal 📸 So many motivated faces＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／ Also, a few of my better but slightly blurry jump photos📸 Why does she always take jump photos?... Because I think I can create something interesting and fun! *laughs*. There's no particular reason😂 I feel romantic in dynamic photos😊 Finally, my Y-pose! There's no particular reason for this either😂 I'm naturally flexible, so I can still do this even though I'm not trying at all😊It's strange😊 That's the only reason😂 I'll keep doing it as long as I can!

Sorry for the short post this time😅💦 I'll be writing about the live soon, so please wait for it〜😄 That's it for today! Until next time〜☆( *'▽'*)/

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♪Orange - Flag - Hard Rain - Asu wo Yume Mite Utau - Shirushi♪

For next month’s episode which is scheduled to air on May 10th, there is the following talk theme: ・Everyone's Memories of Medical Checkups

The submission deadline is 04/30.

Wakana Spring Live 2025 ~Little Dance~

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[Title] 『Wakana Spring Live 2025 ～Little Dance～』 [Date/Time] April 10, 2025 Open 17:45 / Start 18:30 [Venue] Hulic Hall Tokyo [Performers] Vocals: Wakana Music Director/Keyboard: Takebe Satoshi Drums: Tsuruya Tomoo Bass: Hamasaki Kenta Guitar: Ueda Koji Manipulator: Maeda Yugo

Setlist 1. Butterfly Dream 2. Yureru Haru 3. Hard Rain 4. Orange 5. Rapa Nui 6. KEMONO 7. Mononoke Hime (Ghibli cover) 8. Sekai no Yakusoku (Ghibli cover) 9. Haru wa Kogane no Yume no Naka (Kalafina cover) 10. believe (Kalafina cover) 11. Hirari Hirari 12. 442 13. Tsubasa 14. Flag 15. where 16. Happy Hello Day En. 1. Asu wo Yume Mite Utau En. 2. Ato Hitotsu

『Wakana Classics 2025』 Announced

During today's concert it was revealed that Wakana's annual acoustic live will once again be held this year! Further details will be revealed at a later date (Source)

[Tile] "Wakana Classics 2025" [Date] December 18th [Venue] Hama-rikyu Asahi Hall (Music Hall) [Performers] Vocals: Wakana Music Director/Piano: Sin (Hashimoto Shin) Violin: Yanagihara Yuya Cello: Yuki Takahiro

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Radio Free Monday (June 2, 2025)

Welcome to Radio Free Monday for the week of June 2, 2025. RFM posts links to peoples' personal fundraisers asking for community assistance, on Tumblr, Dreamwidth, and the Fediverse.

==== Ways to give ====

Tumblr user sleepiestbutterfly is raising funds for a medical procedure to give them better insight into their chronic illness, which will hopefully lead them to a better quality of life. Read more, share, and support the fundraiser here.

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Tumblr user Naamahdarling's cat Jasper had to have emergency surgery, due to an intestinal blockage. That bill is USD$3000.00. Since they maxed out their Care Credit last year when they lost three cats and had to make necessary home repairs, Naamahdarling and their BF need help to pay this bill and start building a cushion for the next set of bills. Read more, reblog, and support the fundraiser here and here, use Paypal at [email protected], or use Venmo.

Pillowfort user ToastyArtistElf is trying to raise $14,000 in 3 months to avoid becoming homeless. They are both requesting donations and offering commisions, and offering detailed financial information as well as confirmation and explanation of the goal. Read more, reblog, and support the fundraiser here.

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Tumblr user Transgendz is now focusing on moving to a safer state for it, it's fiancé, and its ill friend since the state they're living in is too dangerous. Read more, reblog, and support the fundraiser here.

Tumblr user Chingaderita didn't receive enough money to help with their transportation goals, and missed an appointment for a medication refill. Her family still needs money for food, transportation, medication, and medical appointments. Read more, reblog, and support the fundraiser here.

Remy continues to experience homelessness after domestic violence. They are currently living on the street, having been turned away from the only shelter in the area they qualify for after experiencing violence there. Remy is raising funds to move back into the safe housing of the motel while they await a court date and coming up on the housing list. Read more, reblog, and support the fundraiser here.

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Special Weapons and Tactics (Ch. 2)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Original Male Character (OMC)

Rating: Teen (for now)

Summary: Checking up on the agent you carried out of a hostile situation is innocent, right? Right?? León sure thought so.

Content Warnings: strong language, first person POV, canon-typical violence, mostly fluff

A/N: (As of March 8, 2025, this fic has been transitioned to Hotch/ OMC as I realized I put too much detail in later chapters to still make it a feasible Reader fic. Thank you to everyone, so far. I hope you'll continue to read but totally understand if you don't!) Hiiiiii! Thank you to everyone who enjoyed the first chapter, here is the second! I’m embedding the Spotify playlist I made for the fic, but due to the lack of dividers for you all to know what chapters I placed them in, I’ll let you know here. Feel free to listen to the whole playlist if you want, just know I’m still making continuous changes to it.

Chapter 1: The Man, Mad Sounds, Want You Bad, Take A Chance on Me

Chapter 2: If I Wanted Someone, Neon Moon, Lovers Eyes, Want Want

Also available on AO3 - I do use a workskin on AO3 for text messaging, so I uploaded screenshots of the texts here. I know this isn’t what iOS looked like in 2010 but I didnt feel like learning a new workskin lol.

July 2010

I could practically feel his eyeroll through the phone.

Before I could ask for his order, he started typing again.

It felt stupid to send considering his team would probably bend over backwards for him, but I sent it anyway. He should know someone else was thinking about him, right?

—

Beyond the occasional checkup text on how he’d been feeling—I couldn’t help it—he was still on track to get back to work Wednesday morning. It was actually quite convenient for me as I had a medic course to teach at the academy that day.

Keeping a straight face around my team was nearly impossible as his daily updates came in, some of them even unprompted. That part was surprising given that at work, his demeanor seemingly left a lot to be desired.

When Wednesday morning arrived, I got up extra early to stop at a decent coffee place on the way into Quantico instead of whatever sludge passed for coffee and littered every corner of FBI Headquarters. Don’t get me wrong, I was plenty used to dirty water that shouldn’t have the honor of being called ‘coffee’ from my time in the Navy; but when I had the opportunity, I treated myself to good coffee.

The drive was maybe half an hour longer than I would have had going into the DC field office, so I had plenty of time to sweat over seeing Hotch after our brief texting over the last seven days. After stopping for our morning beverages closer to Quantico so his coffee wouldn’t be cold, I made my way into Headquarters armed with the carrier holding our two drinks, a box of coffee for the team, some random assorted pastries to win their hearts over, and my training materials (which were super important, of course).

The elevator dinged on what I hoped was the correct floor for the BAU. Stepping out, I spotted the team immediately and headed over to their group of desks in the bullpen.

“Good morning, I come bearing gifts,” I announced in front of their desks.

Prentiss and Reid had noticed my presence as I walked in, and they peered over their dividers until they were basically standing as I approached. At the sound of my voice, Morgan’s head perked up and he rushed over to greet me.

“What's all this?” He smiled, gesturing to my full arms.

“This is for you all,” I gently handed the box of pastries with the coffee box balancing precariously on top to Morgan. JJ and Emily looked surprised, and I watched their eyes flick back and forth at each other in some unspoken language.

“What’s the occasion?” Derek laughed after setting the boxes down on one of their desks.

“Just didn’t want to come here empty handed for y’all,” I shrugged. He reached for the carrier in my hand, but I swatted his hand away and moved the drink carrier out of reach. “This is for your boss, and speaking of him where can I find him?”

Reid, who hadn’t said a word the entire time, gestured behind me with his chin. He was definitely familiar, and I knew him from somewhere. Judging by the look in his eye, I wasn’t wrong. Reid gave me a knowing smile and it finally hit me that he frequented one of the same local bars that I do, making me instantly nervous given the potential for volatility in a government workplace. Hell, most of my SWAT teammates didn’t even know I was gay because of that overly macho and straight culture on the team. The only one here I was actually out to was Morgan, though by now, I was sure the room of profilers had figured it out. It was inevitable that Reid had seen me flirt with men at said bar but, by his nod and comforting smile, I was reassured that I was safe and in good company.

I turned and looked over my shoulder to where Reid had gestured and saw Hotch skimming through a file behind the window of his office.

Turning back to them, I raised the drink carrier, “Thanks.”

I spun on my heel and made my way up the stairs to his office.

“Well, that was weird,” Emily spoke up as soon as I was out of earshot. When no one replied, she turned around to face the team, “That was weird, right?”

“Nah, just checking up on Hotch, I’m sure. He’s a good dude like that,” Derek shrugged.

“I mean I’m not complaining. That polo was doing wonders for his arms,” she absentmindedly fanned herself with a file to exaggerate her point.

“You should ask him for his number and get his workout routine,” JJ teased.

“Please, Sergio is the only man I need in my life,” Emily laughed, causing the two of them to veer off in a separate conversation.

“You're being awfully quiet, pretty boy,” Morgan murmured suspiciously to Reid as Emily and JJ kept chatting.

“Am I?” the genius jokingly feigned ignorance.

Derek fixed a pointed glare at him, “What aren’t you telling me?”

“We frequent the same bar,” Reid clarified. “Obviously, I recognized him, but I didn’t think he would recognize me, too.”

Derek’s eyebrows had never flown faster up his face, “Have you fu—”

“—No! No, no, no,” Reid cuts him off hurriedly, glancing at the girls who were still talking amongst themselves. “I’m not his type,” Reid answered matter-of-factly with a smirk and directed Morgan's attention to Hotch's office with his eyes.

“Oh, I’m giving him hell over this,” Morgan shook his head and walked back to his desk.

“Over what?” Emily asked as her conversation with JJ ended.

“It seems like he has the number he’s looking for,” Reid answered cryptically and flicked open the box of pastries to hide the smile threatening his features.

—

I took my time on the stairs to gather my wits and my nerves, feeling absolutely ridiculous considering my profession. I knocked on his door frame with my free hand, seeing a pinched frown on his face as he quickly looked up. The tension in his forehead eased upon being greeted with my shy smile and I watched his brain fight his lips as they twitched upward.

After a beat of silence, Hotch snapped out of it and gestured me in, his voice softer than his face indicated, “Navarro. Sorry, come in. Please, sit.”

“Black, two sugars,” I recited while setting the carrier down on his desk. I gently rotated the cup out and placed it in front of him. “And Leon is fine,” I smiled.

Despite most people pronouncing my name as Leon instead of León, intentionally pronouncing it wrong myself still left a bad taste in my mouth after all thirty-five of my years. It was easier to understand the mispronunciations of Navarro, that one even I caught myself slipping to a hard “R” rather than the rolling “r” it was supposed to have. But, it was easier than listening to people struggle and apologize.

Hotch’s lips finally won the battle, turning into a deep, closed-mouth smile before repeating, “Leon.”

As quickly as it came, his smile disappeared again as he turned to look out of his window at the team. They feigned “work” well, but Hotch wasn’t convinced and stood up to lower his blinds.

“Subtle,” I nearly snorted.

“They’re nosy,” he sighed and sat back down.

“How are you feeling?” I shrugged my bag off my shoulder and plopped it on the floor before taking a seat across from him. I twisted my own cup out of the holder and brought the straw to my lips with a satisfied hum. Yes, iced coffee, sue me. I ran hot and didn’t need to be drenched in sweat so early in the morning.

I hadn’t realized I closed my eyes with that sip until I was blinking them open to see Hotch’s calculating eyes scanning me. I tilted my head questioningly.

“Much better. I think the withdrawal headache made it worse,” he lifted the coffee cup up and sipped his. As he pulled it away from his face, he examined the label, “Where’d you get this?”

“Just some place in town I found on the way in. I brought pastries but I think they’ve started decimating them out there,” I laughed, imagining Morgan working with one hanging from his lips.

“That’s kind of you.”

“Felt rude not to,” I shrugged. “I’m glad you’re feeling better though, it didn’t seem like you hit it that hard but the mixture with the blast probably didn’t help.”

“I’ve also had my head rattled more times than I’d like to admit, so my hearing isn’t what it used to be. ”

“You and me both.”

“But, the past week was eventful in all the worst ways.”

A laugh was pulled from deep in my chest as I nearly choked on the liquid in my mouth. I wiped at the corner of my mouth as I recovered, “Seems like that might be putting it mildly. But hey, you could have used the lingering headache as the perfect excuse to avoid a coffee d—meet.”

Hotch smirked over the lid of the coffee cup with a raised eyebrow, “A coffee date? Presumptuous, SSA Navarro,” he finished, making my face heat up at how deep his voice was and how smoothly it came out. “But…I would have missed out on my wager, and it’s been worth the wait so far.”

Any worry I had last week about whether I was imagining this or not flew out of the window at lightning speed, “I’m glad I’m good company.”

“I know, I was surprised,” he joked, smirking once again. “Hopefully this isn’t too out of your way.”

I bit back a laugh, “I work out of the DC field office in Violent Crimes.”

Hotch’s face dropped immediately, “Why would you come all the way here?”

“You asked me to,” I stated simply. His face was concerned and almost looked mad that I would do that, “I’m teaching an intro to field medicine course at the academy today, don’t worry. I was just making you sweat.”

“You didn’t have to try hard to accomplish that,” he shook his head, visibly relaxing and licking over his lower lip.

We enjoyed a brief silence, savoring our drinks and listening to the bustle outside of Hotch’s office. His eyes flicked between my face and the cup being cradled and dwarfed by his hands. He was reserved, which was unsurprising given the setting, and hadn’t quite shut off the serious demeanor he carried in his office. It was hardly a problem and was still a fairly comfortable silence.

That was until my eyes settled on a photo behind his head, “Is that your son?”

Hotch slowly spun away so he could see what I was looking at and nodded with the brightest smile I’d seen on his face so far. I could tell his son was his whole world just from that look.

“Yea, Jack,” he confirmed with a proud smile.

“May I?” I was already half out of my seat.

“Sure,” he nodded, savoring another long sip of coffee.

I rounded his desk and got a closer look at the photo of father and son, with a real, honest-to-God grin on Hotch’s face, “He’s so cute. How old is he?”

“Five,” Hotch tilted his head at his son’s smiling face, fiddling with the coffee cup in his hand.

I glanced at his left hand, quickly looking back at the photo.

Lack of a ring tan means he didn’t divorce or separate too recently. Oh my—stop that right now.

“He had to have gotten his looks from his mom because…” I looked at Hotch again, making a show of looking him up and down before mocking a cringe. I stepped back from the photo and leaned against his desk.

Hotch hissed from between his teeth, leaning back in his chair and crossing his legs, “That would hurt more if you weren’t right.”

“I’m kidding,” I purposefully knocked my leg into his foot. “He’s got your eyes.”

“He just started school recently. He’s so smart,” Hotch looked thoughtfully up at the photo once more. “Figuring out co-parenting with school has been a bit of a struggle, but Haley and I are making it work.”

“I’m sure it’s a whirlwind, even with two parents. My younger brother is a newly single father.”

“It is, but he's a great kid and I’m lucky to have him.”

My watch started beeping, alerting me to my twenty-minute warning before I needed to be downstairs for the course. I quickly turned off the alarm and focused back on Hotch.

“Speaking of kids, have you taken him to the new bakery on King and Cameron? They have these incredible cupcakes that my nephew loves. I don’t know how far that is from you.”

“Not too far and Jack does have a sweet tooth,” he pondered for a moment. “Maybe we could check it out sometime. Without him. You know, make sure it’s safe first.”

I was taken aback for a second at the invitation, “We? Now who’s presumptuous?” I smirked. Before he could reply I was speaking again, “Would Saturday work for you?”

“It should. Provided we don’t get a case. Eight?”

“Sounds good. I have to run, but—uh—I’ll talk to you later?”

“You will,” Hotch smirked back.

I just about ran out of his office, almost forgetting my bag in the process, not wanting to be late in front of a bunch of trainees. He shook his head at my antics and I had to ignore the way my face felt like it was on fire out of embarrassment.

I’m so fucking dumb.

Chapter 3

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in1-nutshell · 1 year ago

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Hello! I want to know how do you update so fast?! Like— you update once a day at the very LEAST! What is your secret and how can I be as productive as you?

And anyways, other than that, do you mind doing a TFP bot buddy who got a very sickly and frail frame, and who had once been a Decepticon without choice (like maybe they were raised as a sparkling by the Decepticons or something), but recently they had joined the Autobots because they knew the Autobots were doing the right things. And it had been a pretty smooth ride since, cause Buddy hadn’t been able to been on the battlefields much due to their sickness, only working in the background tech, so they luckily didn’t have much conflicts with any members in particular.

However, due to being often neglected, and even humiliated, back when Buddy was with the Decepticon for their illness, Buddy had developed a habit of hiding off their illness, and Buddy promised themself that they would never let the Autobots find out about their physical state, in the fear of slowing the Autobots down and facing the same humiliation again. And Buddy just genuinely don’t believe their illness was important enough for any concerns and attentions, anyways, expecially in the face of a war, after the years of being neglected. So they just kind of pretends to be invisible, retreat into a corner, and hope to be forgotten whenever they were sick again.

However, they couldn’t hide the sickness forever since it would just get worse. And, the Autobots, as well as the human children, would soon teach Buddy that they were safe to ask for help here, and the ages of neglection and mistreatment was behind them now.

To be honest, I don't have much advice on how to create a writing schedule. You need to experiment with something that might work for you depending on your schedule. If anything, try and have little goals to reach.

Frail Buddy needs some love from everyone.

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy the Ex-con who is sickly ill with Ratchet, Bumblebee, and Bulkhead

SFW, Bit of Angst but it gets better, mentions of illness and collapse, nothing graphic or detailed, Platonic, Familial, Cybertronain reader

TFP

It had always been a hard life for Buddy.

With their illness that always left them drained of energy as well as being bit frail framed. They sent many mechs into a spiral into laughter whenever they told them that they were once a Decepticon.

Of course, it wasn’t a personal choice.

Their entire family unit had been a part of the Decepticon unit for years. They were the true definition of ruthless Con’s, but they had a soft spot for Buddy.

“Hey twig move it. Your frames taking up space.”—random Con

Roughly shoves Buddy into a wall.

Their family unit within a 10-mile radius suddenly filled with a sudden urge to hurt someone.

They cared about Buddy truly, but Buddy was they only one who had enough common sense to realize that the original goal was long buried. Now the cause wanted power, not equality.

They made their daring escape after hearing that all of their family had been offlined in a freak accident with Starscream. There were never any accidents when someone went offlined on Starscream’s watch. Buddy never found out why their unit was offlined, and part of them wanted it to stay that way.

When the Autobots first saw Buddy stumble on their base they thought Buddy was some Neutral that had come to join. Definitely not some dirty Decepticon.

It took a while for the team to get used to Buddy.

But after time and the usefulness of their communication and decoding skills, they earned their spot-on Team Prime when the group had departed to Earth.

Buddy never told the team the true extent of their illness. All the team knew was Buddy was framed differently and just naturally got tired.

Ratchet was extremely amid to Buddy to have a full checkup, but Buddy had been dodging the medics for years. They were a pro at this point.

“All right Buddy it’s your turn.”--Ratchet

“Are you sure? I mean Bulkhead is looking a bit—”--Buddy

“No, I’ve already checked on him and you’re the last one on the list.”--Ratchet

“Well—”--Buddy

The alarm goes off.

“Guess we’ll have to put a pin in this for a bit. See you later Ratchet!”--Buddy

“Buddy—Never mind I’ll get to you in a bit...”--Ratchet

Buddy always went last and always placed a modified version of their results in the system.

But Ratchet was starting to pick up on this trail.

Buddy had made friends with Bumblebee and Bulkhead in their early years on Team Prime.

Buddy was a bit hesitant to even be in the same room as the Wrecker.

Not because they hated him or anything.

It was that he was so clumsy, and they were a bit fearful that one day he was going to swipe at them by accident then they would be staring at the Well of the Allspark.

But gradually through some force company, the two turned out to have a rather nice friendship. Mainly on good heart teasing and time spent together on the comms.

Bulkhead could never have imagined that he would be friends with someone that looked like they would go down with a sneeze.

“Hey, Buddy you okay?”--Bulkhead

“Yeah? Why you ask?”--Buddy

“Well, you usually look like you can be taken down by my wrecking ball with one swing. Not today though.”--Bulkhead

“Bulk most mechs that end up behind your wrecking ball end up on the ground, I’m no different.”--Buddy

“Yeah, but today you look like you can go down with me applying a bit of pressure on your helm.”--Bulkhead

“Bulk no offense you don’t exactly don’t know how much strength to apply on certain things.”--Buddy

“Like what?”--Bulkhead

Buddy holding a mangled tool.

“Did I make my point?”--Buddy

“I guess… Can you at least see Ratchet?”--Bulkhead

“I’m perfectly fine Bulky. Don’t worry that helm of yours over me.”--Buddy

“Okay…”--Bulkhead

He wouldn’t question it, besides medicine wasn’t his fortitude.

Bumblebee and Buddy got along like a housefire.

It stemmed from Bumblebee being one of the few mechs wanting to get to know Buddy when they first came.

Buddy naturally latched on to the only kindness they had been shown in years.

Their friendship went on from there.

Bumblebee and Buddy have been scolded multiple times for having weird conversations on the comlines and forgetting sometimes to use their private lines.

“What do you think about the ending of the series?”--Buddy

“Beep bep bopbop bop (It was pretty decent, kind of wished there was more to it.)”--Bumblebee

“Yeah, it did feel anticlimactic. I wonder if there’s going to be another season?”--Buddy

“If you two don’t mind, everyone can hear you.”--Ratchet

He also worried a bit for Buddy’s frame at least, it looked… frail?

Buddy would always brush it off and even point to the stats.

Inner work being perfectly normal.

Bumblebee was still skeptical over it but… if the stats are correct then it shouldn’t be a problem.

Buddy was soon faced with another challenge, the humans.

Not that they were a problem, Buddy loved their new little organic friends. But sometimes they would get a little too close to the truth Buddy had been trying to hide.

Especially after June and Agent Fowler had been temporally kidnapped by Buddy’s former doctor and nurse: Knockout and Breakdown.

Now Buddy had no problems with either doctor or nurse.

In fact, they were one of the only two Con’s Buddy could respect.

Of course, they knew about Buddy’s illness.

There was only so much you could do to hide it from two mechs that always reviewed their patients, especially when it came to framework.

“Hmm… you have new denting on your sides today.”--Knockout

“Oh yeah, don’t worry about it.”--Buddy

“No, I want to know who tarnished my work.”--Knockout

“Is someone messing with you Buddy? Cause if they are—”--Breakdown

“It’s fine! Really guys it nothing! I feel fine!”--Buddy

“Look Breakdown in the optics and repeat what you said.”--Knockout

“… It was the new recruit… he shoved me into the cavern wall with a mining cart.”--Buddy

“…Good to hear, now if you’ll excuse me, I need to have a word with someone.”--Breakdown

“That mech is not going to be able to walk for a week.”--Buddy

“A month with a limp.”--Knockout

“Knockout.”--Buddy

“Fine! Two weeks with a limp.”—Knockout

Knockout had captured Fowler and June and had been talking to Breakdown when Breakdown asked him out loud to ask how Buddy was holding up with everything.

The two humans perked up hearing this.

They both had a rundown about Buddy being a con for a bit but nothing else.

“Hey Fleshy! The nurse one! You’ve heard of our ex-comrade, Buddy, right?”--Knockout

“And if we have?”—June

“June—”—Agent Fowler

“… From one medic to another, how are they holding up?”--Knockout

“What?”--June

“Oh, don’t you act all surprised. Buddy must have told you about their framework and inner works by now. I’m asking if they are all right.”--Knockout

“…”—June

“… They haven’t told you?”--Knockout

“…”--June

“Fine be like that. I didn’t care anyways.”--Knockout

“…They look like a gust of wind could bring them down lately…”--June

“June!”--Fowler

“…Thank you… June. Breakdown!”—Knockout

“Yeah?”--Breakdown

“Its not looking too good.”--Knockout

“How bad?”--Breakdown

“A measle gust of wind apparently then their going down to the Well.”--Knockout

“… Tell the humans thank you for me.”--Breakdown

“They can hear you, loud and clear.”--Knockout

Something clicked in June’s head.

Buddy had always been a bit different from the others, especially on some days that they worked stiffly and refused often to go out of the base.

When the pair had gotten rescued, they both compared their thoughts about Buddy.

They both had come to similar conclusions.

Buddy was sick, and they didn’t know.

Buddy was sick and knew they were.

That second one made June feel sick herself.

June suddenly started coming by the base a bit more often and started spending a bit more time with Buddy.

Buddy just seeing this as one of their friends wanting to know a bit about themselves didn’t think too much about it.

“So how was today’s work?”--June

“Nothing too special June. And you how was work.”--Buddy

“Nothing special today. Why don’t you take a seat for a bit?”--June

“Oh, okay.”--Buddy

CREAK!

“… Sometimes the joints will act up a bit.”--Buddy

“Okay…”—June

June was secretly making notes about these interactions and how Buddy would position themselves and any noise they made.

Now all she needed was a second opinion about her thoughts.

She managed to get Ratchet to go out with her for a drive to talk about Buddy.

Ratchet felt his spark fall a little hearing the symptoms and little things June had managed to get.

It sounded like a familiar illness that had broken out a couple years before the war.

He figured that it had gone.

He feels like he should have known better.

That’s when he gets a call from Bulkhead.

“Bulkhead? What—”--Ratchet

“It’s Buddy! They just—they just—”--Bulkhead

“Bulkhead calm down what happened to Buddy?”--Ratchet

“They just… just collapsed! I don’t see any wounds or anything! The kids said they just dropped!”--Bulkhead

“Bulkhead stay with Buddy and activate the groundbridge.”--Ratchet

“You got it Doc!”--Bulkhead

Ratchet later apologized to June about nearly giving her whiplash when he turned around and sped to the groundbridge.

Buddy had collapsed while on the line with Bumblebee while he was scouting some old mining deposits. Bulkhead had gone to the other room to get something.

Bulkhead was already coming back to the main room when he heard the loud thud, he just came faster when he heard the kids screaming.

He found Buddy lying on the ground still and a frantic beeping sound from the comm center.

Quickly checked Buddy if they were injured, finding nothing just worried him more.

Physical injuries he could kind of get.

Energon leaking, try and stop it leaking.

No injury then it’s something inside.

While he was coming in Ratchet, he directed Raf to get to the comms and alert Bee what happened and try and help if he could.

Ratchet came in speeding.

June quickly got out so Ratchet could get to Buddy quicker.

“Bulkhead, grab Buddy and get them to the med bay.”--Ratchet

“Okay!”--Bulkhead

“Gently!”--Ratchet

“Okay…”--Bulkhead

“Are they okay?”--June

“I am not sure yet. The scans will at least give me some clue on what is going on. Rafael, I need you to pull up Buddy’s stats from my screen.”—Ratchet

“You got it!”--Raf

Ratchet felt his energon go cold seeing the results.

How could Buddy’s levels be so low?!

They were lower than his for crying out loud!

How could a perfectly healthy bot get levels so low without an injury?

To be honest he was surprised to see Buddy even alive with these levels. But he wasn’t going to say that out loud.

Right now Ratchet set to work to get Buddy stable.

Bulkhead hated having to tell Bee that Buddy was… he didn’t even know what was happening just that ratchet was trying to get them stable.

“Bee?”--Bulkhead

“BEEP?! Bepp boop bop beep! (Bulkhead! What happened? What happened to Buddy?!)”--Bumblebee

“I’m… I’m not sure Bee. All I know is that Ratchet is trying to stabilize them right now.”--Bulkhead

“…Bep beep. (Send me a brigde)”--Bumblebee

“Coming up… but you’re not going to like what you see.”--Bulkhead

Bumblebee had never zoomed into a groundbrigde than he did at that moment.

His spark skipped a beat when he heard the loud thud and screaming. He thought that the base had been attacked and that the kids were in trouble.

He was beyond relief when he heard Raf’s voice, until he heard that Buddy had collapsed, and they weren’t waking up.

Zipping into the groundbridge all he could do was wait for Ratchet to be done with Buddy.

When Buddy woke up, they were attacked with mini hugs from their human friends.

“Buddy!”--Kids

“Hey… You guys looked like someone died.”--Buddy

“You almost did! Don’t do that again!”--Miko

“Hehe… no promises.”--Buddy

“You better!”--Raf

“I’ll do my best then.”--Buddy

“Do better please.”--Jack

Buddy turned to see Ratchet, Bulkhead and Bumblebee watching them.

And Buddy’s true stats on Ratchet’s arm.

The secret was out.

Buddy, after a bit of hesitation, told them about their illness, it wasn’t contagious, it happened to 1 in a million.

They just so happened to be lucky million.

Ratchet gave them a little lecture about the importance of not hiding stuff like this from him.

Bumblebee further went on to say that they weren’t a burden to the team for having the illness, it was a part of them that they would accept.

Bulkhead told them that he and the team would help them with more activities that would be friendlier to their frame than the rougher things.

Buddy could feel themselves choking up on the emotions and just nodded.

“I know that was a lot to take in at once, we will be talking about this again.”--Ratchet

“Oh man…”--Buddy

“But, for now you need your rest.”--ratchet

“What about the comms?”--Buddy

“Beep? Boop bop boop (The Comms? I think we can handle the comms until up get a bit better.)”--Bumblebee

“Bee’s right. Just get some rest. You still have to tell the others.”--Bulkhead

“…Great…”--Buddy

“Yip! Yip! Enough, get some rest Buddy.”--Ratchet

“…Thank you. Everyone, thanks for everything.”--Buddy

“Your family Buddy, family looks after one another.”--Bulkhead

“Thanks…”--Buddy

For the first time in a while, Buddy slipped into a blissful recharge without any pain.

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