#how to fall asleep naturally without medication

[healthmonastery]

Top 5 Natural Sleep Remedies for a Restful Night (Without Counting Sheep!)

Hey there, sleep seekers! Do you ever toss and turn all night, wishing for a magical solution to finally drift off to dreamland? We’ve all been there, but before you reach for the sleeping pills, explore these natural sleep remedies that might just be your ticket to a good night’s rest! xr:d:DAFm0XDXS6w:29,j:9074047633692329058,t:24030107 1. Lavender Love: This calming flower isn’t just…

[kaiist]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 ⋯ 𝐌𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑

The soft evening light filtered through the apartment windows as Xavier dozed on the couch, one arm draped over his face. The TV played quietly in the background, some documentary about astronomy he’d insisted on watching but had fallen asleep to within minutes.

You approached quietly, smiling at how peaceful he looked in these rare moments of complete relaxation. On impulse, you leaned down close to his ear and let out a soft, suggestive moan.

The effect was immediate. Xavier’s eyes snapped open, all traces of sleep vanishing instantly. He turned to face you, his gaze suddenly alert and focused entirely on your face.

“Was was that?” he asked like he can’t believe of what he had just heard.

“Nothing,” you replied with a teasing smile.

He sat up straighter, watching you with that gaze that seemed to look straight through you. “You wouldn’t wake me up like that without purpose.”

The apartment felt suddenly quieter, the documentary’s narration fading into the background as he continued to observe you, waiting. He remained still, but there was a visible tension in his posture now.

“Did you want something specific?”

You tilted your head slightly. “I thought you might prefer me to your documentary. Was I wrong?”

When you didn’t elaborate further, he reached for your hand, his fingers intertwined with yours. You noticed the slight quickening of his breath.

“If you’re suggesting what I think you are,” he said, his voice dropping slightly lower, “then perhaps we should move to the bedroom.”

He stood up, still holding your hand, the documentary completely forgotten. “You woke me up,” he stated simply, tugging you in a hurry toward the hallway. His thumb traced small circles on your skin as you walked.

“Now,” he said quietly, closing the door behind you, “I’ll make you make that sound again.”

𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄

The home office was Zayne’s sanctuary, even on his rare days off. The space was meticulously organized—medical journals stacked neatly, his laptop open to patient files he was reviewing despite technically being off-duty.

You hesitated at the doorway before deciding to proceed with your little experiment. Approaching his desk, you leaned over his shoulder as if to see what he was working on. Then, close to his ear, you let out a deliberately provocative moan.

His fingers froze mid-keystroke. For a moment, he remained perfectly still, the only movement the slow rise and fall of his chest as he took a deep breath.

“I have ten more minutes of work,” he said, his voice even but with an edge to it. His eyes, when they met yours, had darkened. “Wait for me in the bedroom.”

“What if I don’t want to wait?” you challenged.

His jaw tightened as he checked his watch. “Ten minutes,” he repeated firmly. “I need to finish these notes. After that...” He stood up, closing some of the distance between you. His hand reached out, fingers brushing along your jawline before he leaned in close.

“After that, I’ll give you something real to moan about,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. He pulled back, his expression once again composed as he returned to his chair. “Ten minutes,” he said one final time, already refocusing on his work, though you noticed his typing speed had increased considerably.

“I’ll be timing you,” you said, leaning against the doorframe. You lingered, watching as he tried to concentrate on the screen before him. The slight tremor in his hands revealed how affected he truly was. His perfectionist nature wouldn’t allow him to leave work unfinished, but his usually impeccable focus was clearly compromised.

You wondered if he would actually last the full ten minutes, or if his self-control would finally break.

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋

The afternoon sun streamed through the windows of Rafayel’s studio, illuminating half-finished canvases and scattered art supplies. He stood before his painting, brush in hand, lost in the world of his creation. Thomas had been trying to contact him all morning about an upcoming exhibition, but Rafayel had switched his phone off hours ago.

You approached quietly from behind, admiring how the light caught in his hair as he worked. On impulse, you leaned close and breathed a soft, sensual moan directly into his ear.

The paintbrush clattered to the floor, splattering tiny dots of colors across the floor. Rafayel stood frozen, his hand still suspended in the air where it had been working moments before.

Slowly, he turned to face you, his eyes wide and unfocused. “That’s... that’s not fair,” he managed, his voice unusually strained.

“I didn’t know I needed to play fair,” you replied with an innocent smile. “Did I break your concentration?”

You took a step back, amused at his reaction, but he quickly closed the distance.

“No, no retreating now,” he said, a mix of playfulness and seriousness in his voice. “You can’t just do that and walk away.”

“Maybe I just wanted your attention,” you said.

His hands reached for yours. “Do you know what sounds like that do to me?” he asked, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed together.

“Why don’t you show me?” you suggested, your voice barely above a whisper.

“My sweet darling,” he murmured against your neck. “Always knowing exactly how to distract me.”

Without warning, he scooped you up, abandoning his painting without a second thought. “This can wait another day,” he declared, carrying you toward the door. As he walked toward his bedroom, he paused only long enough to press his lips to your ear. “Make that sound again,” he whispered.

“Like this?” you breathed, repeating the moan directly against his skin.

His heart hammered against your side where he held you close, his usually steady artist’s hands trembling slightly with barely contained desire.

“Mmm, some masterpieces require a different kind of canvas.”

𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒

Warm evening light cast long shadows through the expansive windows of the private residence. Sylus reclined on the plush sofa, a book balanced in one hand while the other absently swirled a glass of deep red wine. These quiet moments were rare—moments where he set aside the mantle of leadership and simply existed in the comfort of his own space.

You approached silently across the thick carpet, observing how the fading light caught the sharp angles of his profile. On impulse, you leaned close to his ear and let out a soft, deliberate moan.

The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly. Sylus went perfectly still, only his eyes moving as they flicked up from the page. Without rushing, he marked his place in the book and set it aside, followed by the wine glass.

“How interesting,” he said, voice deceptively casual despite the sudden intensity of his gaze. “I was just thinking the evening was lacking something.”

“Were you now?” you asked, maintaining eye contact. “Happy to provide a distraction.”

In one fluid motion, he pulled you down onto the couch beside him, his hands settling possessively on your waist. “Is there something you want from me?” he asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. “Or are you simply trying to capture my attention?”

“Maybe both,” you replied, not backing down from his intensity. “Is it working?”

When you didn’t elaborate further, his grip tightened slightly. “You know better than to start games you don’t intend to finish.”

“Who says I don’t intend to finish?” you challenged, this time straddling his lap.

He shifted, bringing your faces closer together. “Right here? On this couch? I’m perfectly willing to accommodate if that’s what you’re asking for.” His thumb traced your lower lip, his expression equal parts challenge and desire. “Just say the word.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” you whispered against his finger.

Sylus seemed perfectly content to let you decide the next move. One hand moved slowly up your back, coming to rest at the nape of your neck.

“Well?” he prompted, one eyebrow raised in that particular way that made it impossible to tell if he was challenging you or genuinely asking. “What will it be?”

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁

Afternoon sunlight streamed through the large windows of the home office where Caleb had been working for hours. Despite being off-duty, he remained dedicated to reviewing the latest training protocols for the newest batch of Fleet officers.

When you entered, he acknowledged you with a quick smile before returning his attention to the document in front of him. “Just need to finish this section,” he explained, not looking up from his work. “Shouldn’t be much longer.”

“You said that two hours ago,” you reminded him gently, approaching his desk.

You observed the focused concentration on his face—so different from his usual playful demeanor when you were alone together. On impulse, you leaned down close to his ear and let out a soft, suggestive moan.

His hand froze mid-note, digital pen pressing so hard against the tablet that the screen glitched momentarily. You watched as the muscles in his shoulders tensed beneath his casual t-shirt, his entire body going rigid.

When he finally turned to look at you, his eyes had darkened, all thoughts of work evidently forgotten. “What exactly do you think you’re doing?”

“Getting your attention,” you replied innocently. “Is it working?”

You took a small step back, a smile playing at your lips, but Caleb was faster. His chair scraped against the floor as he stood in one fluid motion, catching your wrist before you could retreat further.

“You don’t get to do that and just walk away,” he said firmly, pulling you closer until you were trapped between his body and the desk.

“I wasn’t walking away,” you meet his intense gaze.

With one sweep of his arm, he cleared a space on the desk, documents and tablets pushed unceremoniously to the side. He lifted you onto the cleared surface.

“I was trying to work,” he murmured against your neck, his hands already finding their way beneath your shirt. “But clearly you had other ideas for how I should spend my afternoon.”

“Maybe I was tired of sharing you with your work,” you admitted, tilting your head to give him better access.

His lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, “You’re going to have to deal with the consequences of that little sound you just made.”

Based on this request.

[blueberrybloom2]

♥︎ 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 ♥︎

[MonsterxMaleReader]

Smut Warning

AN: I had a thought and idk what happened

Your boyfriend, sweet and slightly dim, has recently been acting strangely while having sex.

His muscular frame towered over you with a dazed expression.

"It’s not enough to have you...I need you to bear my offspring. Then no one can take you from me," he rumbled stupid with lust.

It's like the moment he's balls deep inside you he becomes more dumb. Always saying something along the lines of pregnanting you as if it was possible to rut you into a medical miracle. If you could get pregnant, you would already be knocked up with how much he pours into you everyday.

"Keep dreaming -Ah"you managed to gasp out, as he began to move, pounding into you with inhuman strength and speed. The bed creaked and groaned under the force of his thrusts, the headboard slamming against the wall. You could only hold on sheets as he fucked you silly.

"You’re not going anywhere. Not until I know you're carrying my offspring," was all you heard as your mind when blank from the intense pleasure.

As you woke, still half-asleep, your hand stretched across the bed, trying to find him. But when you opened your eyes, the bed was empty.

You sat up, blinking against the morning light, your gaze falling on the mess between your thighs and the tangled sheets remnants of last night’s chaos. The memories hit you all at once: his massive cock stretching you wide, his drunken, lust-druken grunts mixing with your own moans as he fucked you nonstop.

Apart from feeling sore and aching, you felt annoyed. He had left without saying a word, leaving you all messed up and alone without any aftercare. It was honestly shocking because he never done something like that.

“Bastard,” you muttered, your voice hoarse.

The room still reeked of sex, sweat, and musk but something else caught your attention. You sniffed the air and turned your head, confused.

Smoke.

You got up, limping your way toward the kitchen, still mumbling, “Bastard,” under your breath, blaming him for everything especially how much it hurt to move.

When you reach the kitchen, you found him wearing an apron and frantically waving smoke away with a rag. Aside from that it looked like a a natural disaster passed by. Every pan and bowl you owned had been used and discarded across the counter as the sink was full. Flour dusted nearly every surface, and wooden spoons and spatulas were scattered everywhere. On the table sat several plates with something that looked like coals.

When he saw you, he leaned over and smiled brightly.

“Good morning, love!” he said sweetly.

“Morning,” you replied, sinking into a chair in disbelief, completely at a loss for words.

Soon, he placed a plate in front of you with decent-looking pancakes, drizzled with honey and topped with blueberries.

“I was going to bring them to you in bed,” he said, beaming.

He's still sweet, right? Just not bright...𖹭

Author Note: Help, I made my own dividers! tell me why the bow one looks lopsided kekeehehe

[spr1ngpvrinbunny]

Been battling a sickness all week and reading through your Harley Sawyer headcanons has made me feel so much better! How do you think Harley would react to a sick s/o?

Oh, Harley Sawyer would hate it.

Not because he doesn’t care—he just doesn’t do sick people. Illness is messy, unpredictable, and worst of all, inefficient. It disrupts routines. It slows things down. And if you, someone he actually tolerates (or, god forbid, cares about), are the one sick? Now it’s his problem.

His Immediate Reaction:

At first, he’s annoyed. Not at you, exactly—just at the situation. He’s got work to do, and you’re suddenly out of commission. How inconvenient.

If you insist you’re fine and try to push through it, he’ll snap at you. Something about how “forcing yourself to work in a compromised state will only result in lower efficiency and longer recovery time”—which, in his twisted way, is him telling you to rest.

But if you’re really sick? Feverish, barely standing, maybe even passing out? His expression goes flat—calculating. There’s no room for feelings in a situation like this. His mind switches into problem-solving mode.

His (Questionably Gentle) Approach to Caretaking:

Medical Precision: The man is a scientist—he knows how to treat an illness. He’ll check your temperature, monitor symptoms, maybe even mix together a perfect balance of medicine for you. But don’t expect bedside manner. He delivers instructions like a damn experiment protocol.

Forces You to Rest: If you refuse, he’ll physically make you. Sit. Down. Now. (Harley Sawyer is not above threats to keep you in bed.)

Absolute Control Over Your Environment: The room is now sterile. No clutter, no disturbances, nothing to prolong your suffering. If you leave your blankets behind for even a second? He notices.

Reluctant Physical Contact: He doesn’t like touching people, but if you’re shivering? He’ll throw a coat or a blanket over you without comment. If you lean against him, half-conscious and feverish? His jaw tightens—but he doesn’t push you away. (His body is rigid, like he’s waiting for you to move first.)

The Moment He Realizes He’s Actually Worried:

It creeps up on him. He’s checking your vitals, ensuring your fever hasn’t worsened, adjusting the room temperature to be optimal for your condition.

Then he catches himself lingering. Watching the way your breath rises and falls. Waiting for you to stir.

And suddenly, it hits him. He doesn’t like seeing you like this.

He scowls, shakes it off, mutters something about how “You’re being ridiculous. Stop looking so pathetic.” But the way he lingers tells a different story.

If You Catch Him in a Moment of Softness?

If you, half-asleep and delirious, mumble something grateful—or worse, thank him—he will leave the room immediately. He refuses to process that.

If you reach for him, tugging weakly at his sleeve, his entire body locks up. He should pull away. He should remind you that this isn’t personal.

…But he doesn’t.

The Aftermath:

Once you’re better, he denies everything.

“I did what was necessary. Don’t be dramatic.”

But if you push? If you tease him about how worried he was?

He levels you with a deadpan stare and mutters, “…Get sick again, and I’ll let nature take its course.”

(He will not let nature take its course.)

[jevilowo]

Its been awhile I'm doing another one of These Things

What TV Shows the Mercs would watch

Scout: Baseball. Obviously. He loudly complains about the cartoons Pyro puts on, but never makes a grab for the remote or leaves the room.

Soldier: He's half convinced that the TV uses Communist Technology™ to hypnotise people into becoming hippies and attempts to blow it up every couple of days. He conveniently forgets his beliefs during the superbowl (first aired in 67, he could totally watch it!).

Pyro: Cartoons. Dramatic movies. Anything with fire in it. Horror movies (they giggle and clap gleefully every time someone dies brutally). Has a love-hate relationship with movie musicals.

Demo: Fan of mystery shows, courtroom dramas, and shitty B-Movies. Especially enjoys the (explosive) special effects. It's sad that Highlander and Braveheart weren't sixties movies, considering how many of Demo's weapons, achievements, voicelines and etc reference them.

Heavy: Old lady tv. Cooking shows. Gardening programmes. Watches tv mostly to fall asleep in front of. Has that dad instinct where he can tell if you've changed the channel despite being asleep.

Engie: Documentaries about new technology, mostly. I can see him being the kind of guy who's really into those technicolour musical films. Would probably cry at the end of Wizard of Oz.

Medic: Horror movies! Watches them with Pyro and Demo mostly and complains about the gorey stuff not being medically accurate. Would get overly invested in stupid sitcoms and hate it.

Sniper: Watches nothing but nature documentaries. If the channel is changed he will simply leave the room. What the fuck ever. I like to think he has a large collection of tapes and a vhs player in his van. Falls asleep every movie night without fail.

Spy: Thinks television is mostly beneath him, but doesn't hate movies. Enjoys watching spy movies and mansplaining how he would have done it to anyone who'll listen.

[the-moon-lullaby]

Can you write the boys taking care of you when you're sick headcanons ty

How the HSL Boys Take Care of Candy When She’s Sick

N/A : I am literally digging into my computer for these ones. Turns out I had some requests already written (or almost) but never posted them. So there it is (better late than never I suppose)

Armin

He panics at first. « Wait, you’re actually sick? Like… for real? » He pokes her forehead and gasps « Oh shit, you’re burning up! Babe, don’t die on me! »

Absolutely Googles symptoms and then proceed to immediately spiral into worst-case scenarios « What if this is cancer ? Or the beginning of a zombie apocalypse??? » 

Ends up getting a ridiculous amount of medicine (and most are useless but we appreciate the gesture)  and snacks (most of which she doesn’t even need).

Forces her to stay in bed while he attempts to make (more like reheat) soup. It’s… not great (but the effort is appreciated once again)

Cuddles up next to her despite the risk of getting sick himself. « If I die, at least it’ll be with you. » (dramatic enough)

Plays video games with her if she’s up for it or puts on a marathon of their favorite shows. « Laughter is the best medicine as they say ! …Except for actual medicine. Take that too. »

Dramatically wipes her forehead with a cool cloth like he’s in a medical drama saying stuff like « Stay with me, Candy! » (Alexy definitely made him watch Grey’s Anatomy with him)

Ends up getting sick himself. Complains way more than she did.

Castiel

Sighs dramatically when he sees her curled up in bed after two days of missing school. « Great. You’re dying. What am I supposed to do with you now? »

He acts like it’s a huge inconvenience, but he takes care of her better than anyone.

Texts her to drink the soup her mom made. Might even comes to supervise if she insists that doesn’t feel like it. « You’re not starving on my watch. »

Let her stay at his place. Which is big for him. 

Grumbles about germs but stays with her anyway. Runs his fingers through her hair when she falls asleep.

Keeps her warm with one of his hoodies and grumbles when she calls him sweet. « Shut up and drink your tea. »

Glares at the medicine bottles like they're a personal offense to him before making sure she takes them at the right time.

Plays his guitar softly while she rests (but never admits he’s doing it to comfort her).

The second she starts feeling better, he teases her. « See? You survived. Now get up before I have to start charging you rent for lying around all day. »

Lysander 

Notices she’s sick before she even tells him. « Your voice sounds different. Are you feeling alright? »

Reads up on natural remedies and brews her a custom tea blend to soothe her throat (go farm boy even though this choice of scenario still isn't my favourite)

Wraps her in the softest blankets and insists that she rests. « Your body needs time to heal. Let me take care of you. »

Writes little notes and poems to cheer her up. Leaves them on her nightstand with a cup of tea. ahhhhh

Sings to her in a low, soothing voice when she’s too restless to sleep.

Buy her fresh flowers to brighten her mood. Or something cheerful. Chocolate maybe (but again he might not because chocolate isn’t the best thing to eat when you’re sick. Unfortunately)

If she feels self-conscious about looking a mess, he reassures her. « You’re beautiful even now, love. »

Stays by her side without hesitation. If she tells him he might get sick, he just smiles. « Then I suppose you’ll have to take care of me next »

This man has been husband material since day one like even when it’s HSL headcanons, I feel like writing about a married couple

Kentin 

The moment she sneezes, he’s already got medicine, vitamins, and a humidifier ready to go (even if it's a bit of an overkill)

Checks her temperature constantly. « Okay, you’re at 38°C. That’s fine. But if it goes up, we’re going to the doctor. »

Bring her homemade chicken soup his mom helped him to make (Kentin is a mama’s boy through and through and he definitely asked her how to take care of someone who’s sick), watching to make sure she eats enough.

Tucks her into bed like a she’s made of glass, fluffing pillows and adjusting blankets. « You need to rest properly. »

Is very serious about hydration. There is always a glass of water beside her.

Checks on her in the middle of the night, making sure she’s comfortable.

Kisses her forehead but immediately wipes his lips after lmao. « I love you, but I really don’t want to catch this. »

Nathaniel 

Immediately takes control of the situation. « Okay. Bed. Now. » okayyy sir

He’s practical about it : makes a schedule for medicine, ensures she’s eating well, and keeps things tidy so she doesn’t feel uncomfortable.

But he’s also gentle, running his fingers through her hair while she rests, pressing soft kisses to her temple.

Brings her fresh fruit and herbal teas to help her recover.

Reads to her when she’s too tired to focus on anything.

Tries to do his schoolwork (and perhaps even hers even if he doesn't tell her) while watching over her but gets distracted checking on her every five minutes.

If she protests about being treated like a child, he just raises an eyebrow. « Just let me take care of you, Candy. »

Absolutely the type to call the doctor if her fever gets too high because it’s better to be safe.

When she starts feeling better, he teases her lightly. « Back from the dead, I see. » But he’s secretly relieved.

This one is for shit and giggles mostly. When I wrote these I always find it hard to make it make sense because they're in high school, how can they take care of Candy since she lives with her parents (like mine would just put me to bed, feed me soup while I was pretending to be a victorian child dying of the pox). But for the request's sake, let's overlook that. Hope you like it my dears and see you soon !

(sooner that you might expect since once I am done editing my drafts, I might go on a posting-spree before I forget again and leave them behind for another year)

[daisy-throat]

Dante loves his puppy hybrid a little too much.

Dante Sparda/Puppy!hybrid fem-reader. Nsfw but there's no real smut, just Dante being nasty. Short, quick version while I work on the full. Mdni!

Dante's a little icky and conflicted ♡

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Owner!Dante who saves you from demons but initially refuses to take you in as he struggles to properly take care of himself and keep the lights on at home. Instead he offers a warm place for the night and pizza.

Owner!Dante who gives you one of his shirts to wear while he washes your stained, ill fitting clothes just for his heart to melt at the sight of the too big collar and the sleeves that swallow your hands. Tells himself not to get attached, that he can't care for you like you need.

Owner!Dante who takes you to a shelter in the morning just to take one look at your crestfallen face and decides right then to give you a home.

Owner!Dante who quickly grows to adore his precious puppy girl. You've got him wrapped around your pretty finger.

Owner!Dante who spoils you whenever he can. Buys you plushies and cute outfits and things to decorate your room. Not that you sleep in there much anymore but he doesn't mind. Whatever makes his girl happy and you appreciate every little thing! Always so understanding and grateful.

Owner!Dante who can't sleep without his warm cuddly puppy. You're the perfect, sweetest teddy bear. Loves to rub tiredly at your puppy ears until he falls asleep.

Owner!Dante whose love started off pure and sweet but after months it shifts, grows into something more. Every one of your smiles and giggles melt his heart. He longs to kiss you in the mornings when you're all sleep warm and pliant, wants to run his tongue over the points of your canines. Not at all how an owner should feel, right? Guilt, affection, and arousal melds in his gut when you sit on his lap for tummy rubs. He's always so tempted to slip a hand under your dress and into your panties to play with your clit because he's dying to hear the sounds you'd make.

Owner!Dante who purchases yet another raunchy magazine but this time it's all because there's a hybrid model within who has the same color fur as you, the same ear shape and tail. He can't help but imagine the model is you. Can't help but stroke himself off to the thought of putting you in all those positions.

Owner!Dante who knows he's feeding into his own twisted thoughts but he's stuck in a torturous cycle of guilt and arousal. All brought on by his sweet puppy girl.

Owner!Dante who fantasizes about you going into heat but dreads the day you might. He does his best to keep your medication coming in but what if it's late? What if he can't afford it? He could sell one of his devil-arms but that isn't an instant solution, sometimes it takes a day or more to get in contact with a buyer. These are the things that keep him up at night in addition to his past. If he wasn't naturally silvery-white haired he'd certainly be growing plenty of grey now.

Owner!Dante who would never make the first move. Wouldn't want to hurt, scare, or ruin his precious girl. You are one of the few good things in his life and he's not going to fuck that up.

Wouldn't it be perfect if Dante's puppy girl loved him just as he loves her?

[d3lly1000]

Skyler The Hedgehog - The Stormy Sky!

I'm finally bringing Sky's redesign! The eldest daughter of Sonic and Amy in my AU ( TheSonicFutureAU ) and one of the protagonists of the upcoming story I plan to tell. So without further delay...

Here are some things about her in my AU:

Sonic never really liked the idea of becoming a father someday. He felt it was a huge step to take - just like the idea of getting married. Although Amy had always dreamed of becoming a mother, she understood his thoughts and never forced or pressured him about it.

But that changed the moment Sonic was put in charge of babysitting Jade Jasper while Rouge and Knuckles returned to their usual routines. Sonic started to enjoy the idea of caring for someone, running, playing, and exploring the world with a mini version of himself. That’s when he decided to be brave and talk to Amy about having a child.

Amy had her own doubts, uncertain if she’d be a good mother and wondering if Sonic might regret the decision. But he always reassured her, telling her that the one thing he wanted most when the baby was born was to travel and explore the entire world with their child, showing all the good the world had to offer.

When they revealed the news to their friends that Amy was expecting a baby, Knuckles, Tails, and Cream were the most excited - finally, they were going to be uncles and an aunt.

During the pregnancy, Amy constantly felt strong jolts and chills through her fur, caused by the power naturally inherited by Skyler: Energy Manipulation.

Even while pregnant, Amy didn’t stop working at Dulce Amy’s. Sonic ended up helping her at the restaurant for a while, worried she might overwork herself.

Sonic and Amy didn’t know the baby’s gender. Skyler’s powers interfered with the medical scans, making it a surprise until the day of birth.

Skyler was born after a massive storm.

Her name was chosen by Sonic, inspired by the color of her fur and the bright blue sky that appeared after the rain.

Skyler was a baby who cried a lot. Because of her abilities, the lights would flicker and sometimes even burn out during her fits.

The only thing that calmed her was when Sonic held her in his arms and sing to her. She would always fall asleep to the song Can You Feel the Sunshine? (Yes, from Sonic R! > That cover < is exactly how I imagine Sonic’s calm singing voice.)

That song became the reason behind her nicknames "Sunshine" and "Shiny" - given lovingly by her parents.

It didn’t take long before Amy had to return to work at her restaurant, leaving Sonic in charge of taking care of the house and Skyler.

While Skyler was still just a baby, a Familiar Figure invaded her room in the middle of the night. After hearing their daughter's desperate cries, Sonic and Amy rushed in to see what was happening. They came face to face with the old known enemy, with Skyler in his arms.

During a fight to recover their daughter, Sonic ends up being teleported along with Skyler, who overloaded the Chaos Emeralds that the Familiar Figure had, due to her uncontrolled powers.

Now, Sonic, with the help of Sage, has the mission to return home with Skyler and prevent the old enemy's revenge plan from being completed, which aims to end all their friends and the world.

And so begins, The End of the World Incident.

The tear in Skyler's left ear happened during this event.

CHILDHOOD:

Even without knowing it, Skyler's Energy abilities drastically decreased after this event, almost like an instinctive block for her protection.

Sonic and Amy became much more protective after this. Amy was the one who made this most noticeable, being extremely protective and wanting to avoid at all costs that Skyler get into dangerous situations (whether they were severe or minor) and often letting herself be carried away by the paranoia of her excessive worry. Sonic, on the other hand, always gave her his trust and appeared to be more calm, constantly encouraging her to explore on her own, even though he was always nearby, staying alert in case he needed to act.

Even with all the care from her parents, Skyler was very clumsy. She would often hurt herself when she was alone.

She cried about almost everything. Being emotional was a very strong trait in her when she was a child.

Despite this, Sonic kept his promise. Whenever possible, he would take Skyler to new places in a matter of seconds, just to spend time with her and show her new things. Skyler was raised with the same morals as her father: the feeling of running against the wind and exploring new places was amazing, and she loved the freedom.

When not working at the restaurant, Amy enjoyed spending time with Skyler. Whether it was picking out cute outfits for them, cooking together, or watching movies. She would invite Cream and Rouge to join in on this time, which also included Jasper.

Jasper and Skyler are considered cousins, raised almost like siblings. Jasper was responsible for Sonic taking care of Skyler when he wasn’t around, and he always did so, whether it was preventing her from getting hurt or offering advice.

TEENAGER:

With the birth of her siblings (Zack and Lilly), Skyler found herself a little left out, which affected her emotionally.

As she was heading into her pre-teen years, she felt she needed to be stronger so that her parents (especially her father) would see her as capable of taking care of herself.

During this time, she became close to Aura, who was now in town with her father and studying at the same school as Skyler.

Aura was being bullied by bullies. Until one day, Skyler let her emotions take over and unlocked the fury of her Energy abilities again to protect her best friend. Causing damage and hurting the bullies as well as herself.

After this incident, her Uncle Tails analyzed her and designed prototypes for Energy Inhibitors. These were meant to ease the discharges that Skyler absorbed and released. Regularly, she would go on tests to assess the power of her abilities.

Sonic and Amy weren’t fully sure about it yet. But at Amy's suggestion, they decided to put Skyler through training to learn how to control her powers at the Resilience HQ Training Academy - Run by Surge and Kitsunami.

Due to having similar abilities, Surge quickly became Skyler's main mentor. Helping her control her abilities and serving as a guide to build more self-confidence (along with a little rebelliousness.)

Sonic often talked to her, and although Skyler was changing, he remained a safe point for her to remember that her main goal in becoming strong was to make him proud.

YOUNG ADULT:

Skyler grew up helping with small tasks within the Resilience HQ.

Her quills darkened over time, something common for Hedgehogs.

Her Energy Inhibitors are in their final stage and upgraded to prevent overloading.

The glasses she wears are digital, functioning as a communication device, heat vision, map guide, and data display.

Despite being hot-headed and stubborn, her sense of justice and determination make her make decisions to protect others, regardless of whether she gets hurt in the process.

Skyler learned to ride Extreme Gear at Aura's request, just so she would have an alternative method of transportation during their outings - Aura uses her roller-skate.

When mentally overwhelmed, Skyler prefers to lie on her Extreme Gear up high, just looking at the sky.

She feels intimidated by Shadow.

Skyler tends to see Eggman as a sort of grandfather, even though he occasionally continues with his crazy plans.

Skyler has always wanted to go on a mission as a Resilience fighter, but at her mother's request, Surge and the Diamond Cutters don’t call her up for any.

And then, one day, she disobeys orders and decides to investigate a call for help from a fire near a vacation camp zone on her own. She is accompanied by Jasper and Aura.

Conclusion...

And the rest is history… I'll tell you more at some point :)

[moody-alcoholic]

These Violent Delights

Chapter 29 - Signs Of Life

Summary: Poly 141 x fem!reader, a/b/o alternate universe 10.6k words. It's time to move on, even if that means leaving people behind.

CW: a/b/o alternative universe, a/b/o dynamics, typical a/b/o universe tropes (distressing), medical procedures, medical inaccuracies, hurt/ comfort, angst, mentions of PTSD, panic attacks, mental health, flashback.

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The sun coming through the window is warm, the curtains are open and you can feel the hot rays on your face. It's the first time you’ve seen the sun so bright and hot in the sky. There isn’t a cloud in sight, you see birds flying around. You want to get up, crack open the window and let the scent of nature fill the stuffy room. 

The thought is pushed out of you mind as you turn to see John coming back out the bathroom, he gets back into the bed and wraps his arms around you. You turn and press your face on his chest breathing in his scent. You close your eyes letting it ground you. 

You’re being clingy. You just want some time alone with John but he insists on you getting checked out by Piper. You don’t let him go though, wrapping your arms and legs around him like if you let him go he will disappear. You’re almost falling asleep when you hear the door open. 

You don’t move letting out a sigh as the smell of beta starts to fill the room. There are more than one set of steps though. You really don’t care, you want to stay under the covers in John’s warm arms. You shiver against his chest feeling a cold breeze come into the room before the door is closed again. 

John shushes you kissing you on the top of the head before you feel a hand land on your shoulder. 

“Hey hun, how are you feeling?” Piper asks. 

“Tired.” You say without moving.  

“I know. How about we get these tubes out of you. Then you will feel better.” You whine nuzzling your head into John's neck. You just want to be left alone with him. Although now you’re suddenly aware of how uncomfortable you feel. There’s a tube in your nose and you can feel something between your legs. 

“Then you can go back to sleep.” Piper says rubbing your shoulder. John moves his hands to your shoulders gently pushing you away from him a little. 

“It’s alright, I'm not going anywhere.” He says, you reluctantly turn and sit up in the bed, the other person in the room is Kyle. He’s stood behind Piper smiling, you smile back. You feel stiff, your hand comes up to rub your neck as Piper sits down on the bed beside you. 

She moves slowly, her eyes flicking over to John whose arms are still wrapped around you keeping you warm. You let yourself lean back against his chest as she starts to pull tape off your nose. 

“How long was I out?” You ask. 

“6 days.” Piper says.

“It’s been another day?” John asks, he sounds confused. Now you’re confused. 

“It’s okay, it’s good you spent time with her, you both needed it.” Piper says, you hate this feeling. Your whole body feels weak, you try to remember what happened last time you were in distress. All you can remember is the heat afterwards. You lost almost two weeks of your life and it took you so long to recover. 

“I’m going to pull it out now.” Piper says pressing a tissue up under your nose. “It’s going to be a bit uncomfortable.” You nod, John’s hand’s squeeze your arms, her eyes flick to him quickly before letting out a sigh.

She’s right it is uncomfortable making your eyes water, she keeps whispering to you telling you it will be over soon. Suddenly there’s a tickle in your throat and you cough and gag. John’s hand flys up to grip Piper's wrist. She stops, you can smell John’s alpha in the air. 

“Easy John. I’m not trying to hurt her.” Piper says, you can feel the tension in the room, his other hand gripping your arm almost painfully. Suddenly it feels like you can’t breathe and Piper seems to realise the panicked look on your face and she smiles at you.  

“John, it’s okay.” Your eyes flick up to Kyle, who sits down and his hand rests on John's leg. John releases the grip on Piper's wrist and she continues to pull the tube out your nose. 

“Nice and easy, there you go.” Piper says as you cough and splutter. John’s arms wrap around you tighter. She wipes your nose and mouth with the tissue before standing up. 

“Come on, I’ll take the catheter out in the bathroom.” She says, stepping back. You nod, swinging your legs out the bed. John’s hands stay on you for as long as possible. He whines as you get out of bed and it breaks your heart. He grabs your hand and you squeeze his back. You dig your heels into the ground and Piper stops to look at you, you don’t want to leave him.

“It’s okay, it won’t take long.” She reaches up to stroke your arm. You swallow the lump in your throat, looking down at John’s sad eyes. You look over at Kyle, his hand still on John’s leg.

“What's going on?” Kyle asks. 

“She was in distress, it’s the most vulnerable state for an omega. John and Simon will be protective of her for the next few hours and she’ll be more clingy. It’s normal.” You turn to look at Piper letting your hand slip from John’s grip. 

“It won’t take long. As soon as we’re done you can go back to him.” She says. You nod and she drops her hand from your arm going into the bathroom. She closes the door, leaving it open a crack before leading you over to the toilet. 

“This might sting.” She says. You nod slightly before letting her pull your bottoms and underwear down to your ankles. 

“When she was in distress last. She didn’t have an alpha or a pack by her side. How did it work?” Kyle shouts from the other side of the door. When you look down and see the tube between your legs you almost want to call him in even just to hold your hand. Then you remember John, if you call Kyle for help he could get worried. 

“It didn’t, she had to go through it alone.” Piper says, flicking a look back up at you. 

“Ready?” She whispers. You nod, she looks back down between your legs. You clench your teeth, gripping the toilet seat. It burns as she pulls the tube out, you’ve been through this before. The tubes up your nose, between your legs, at least this is the first time in what feels like a long time. At least you have a pack around you, you’re not going to be thrown into a dark damp room with a hose and left alone for hours.

“All done.” She says rubbing your thigh. You nod suddenly feeling like you need to pee, you feel embarrassed raising an eyebrow. She smiles getting up to leave the room. You sit there looking over at the sink, you can see John’s razor kit open on the side. He does look like he had a good tidy up while you were in distress. 

When you leave the room his eyes are instantly on you. You smile pushing past Piper and going over to him, he pulls the duvet back scooting so you have room to lay up against him. You hum as he pulls you against his chest.

Piper's hand rubs your shoulder as you let out a long breath relaxing into John's arms, closing your eyes. Piper's hand moves and you feel the duvet pulled over you.

“Things might feel weird for the next few days.” Piper says. “We’ll keep a close eye on you both. Get some rest.” 

“Easier said than done.” you hear Kyle say. Suddenly you feel sadness, you feel tears come before you can stop them. You try to mask your scent, you don’t want to have John worrying. It doesn’t work though and he tightens his grip on you. 

“Let’s leave them.” You hear Piper say. 

“Call us if you need anything.” Kyle asks. John doesn’t respond, you just hear the door close behind them. You let out a choked sob, you can’t help it. John moves you so he can see your face, his thumb comes to stroke your cheek. 

“I know, it’s going to be okay though.” He says. 

“No, it’s not. Professor Hale is alive, he tried to kill Piper.” You sniffle, you can’t stop the tears now. “What if he tries to hurt you?” 

“We’re going to stop him before he gets a chance.” John says.

“How?” You ask, you feel like you already know the answer but you don’t want to hear it. You know they’re going to go after him, which means they’ll be leaving you. Maybe you’ll be wrong and maybe they’ll take you back up to Scotland and hide with you for the rest of your life. 

“We’re going to kill him.” 

…

You and John both sleep in each other's arms for the next few hours. You wake to every movement, every noise from John other than his breathing and gentle snoring. He’s the same though, reacting to every twitch or murmur out of you. You hear him shushing you or kissing you, it’s quick, only a few seconds at a time before you snuggle back into his warm embrace. When you wake properly for the first time it's Simon bringing in some water. 

“Hey,” you whisper, you can hear John gently snoring behind you. Simon wouldn’t have woken him up, he’s quiet on his feet and he never smells of anything. He bends down by your head, his hand comes up to stroke your face. 

“Hey, how are you feeling?” he asks quietly. You smile at him, it’s the first time in a long time you feel like you’ve seen his face. You reach out to touch him, you can see the bags under his eyes, you can feel the stubble under your fingers. His hand comes up to grip your hand bringing your palm to his mouth kissing it. 

“I’m okay.” His thumb is stroking your cheek. You’re already shuffling in the bed causing John to wake but you don’t care. You press your hips against him forcing him to move and make room for Simon to climb in. 

Simon gets the hint, you don’t need to ask him. He stands back up, kicking his boots off and pulling his shirt off over his head. The room is dark and you look up at the window behind you, there's no light coming in but you don’t know what time it is. As Simon gets into the bed you see a mark on his neck, as he lays down your fingers go up to touch it. It looks like a bite mark.

“What happened?” You ask, he sighs, laying down and wrapping one of his arms around you. It causes John to wake this time, you watch as a hand comes over and feels around Simon’s head. 

“Simon?” John asks, his voice still filled with sleep. 

“Yeah.” Simon replies, you can smell his scent in the air now. You drop your hand from the mark on his neck and shuffle closer to him as he reaches round and pulls John closer to you. Their arms wrap around you, you feel John kiss the back of your head as he relaxes back into the pillows. 

“What happened?” You ask again. He sighs and his hand comes up to stroke your face.

“You took a chunk out me. It’s okay though, it's only fair.” Simon says his fingers brush over his mark. 

“I'm so sorry.” You say reaching up to touch his face, you feel the familiar warmth under your fingers. The prick of stubble, each scar. 

“Nothing to be sorry for. I’m just glad you're safe, alive. For a while I-we thought we might lose you.” He says, you smile and reach up to kiss him. It's long and slow, you both take your time exploring each other's mouths. 

Simon's hands run over your body, his tongue pressing deeper and deeper into your mouth. You never want it to end, you want to just lay here between your alphas and try to forget about what's going on in the world. Forget about Hale, Shadow Company, you and Piper being injured. Piper finding a cure. 

The rush of thoughts makes you break from the kiss. In typical fashion he can immediately tell something is up. “What is it?” He asks pulling you closer to him. You shake your head pressing it into his chest.

“Got alot on my mind.” You admit. He sighs, you can hear his heart thumping in his chest, his lungs filling with air. He kisses the top of your head and you move to look up at him. 

“I know, but you should rest.” He says. 

“Don’t leave.” You say, you’re begging, you don’t want him to leave, not now, not ever. 

“I’m staying, don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Good.” You hear John say behind you. It makes you smile and they both rearrange themselves so you’re laid back against John's chest and Simon is cuddling up against you both. His arm reaches round to stroke John’s arm. You relax, closing your eyes. You can hear their breathing, their scent fills the room relaxing you as they press up against you keeping you warm. 

Maybe this is how it should be, laying between your alpha’s safe and warm. Maybe this is what a pack should be like, you wish Johnny and Kyle were here, laying behind John and Simon, or maybe at the end of the bed in eachothers arms. But not so far away that you can’t sense them, reach down with your foot and feel them, or reach over to stroke their arms.

You want to be close to them forever, be by their side through thick and thin. They don’t need to kill Hale to do that, they just need to keep loving you.  

The next day you’re feeling better and convince John to let you at least go down for some breakfast. It still feels freezing and you end up pulling one of John’s many jackets. When you make it out of the room you can see the building lit up in shades of orange as the sun has just started to rise above the trees. 

You don’t really feel hungry, walking down into the main lobby the whole place feels like you’re walking through a crime scene. You decide to go find Piper instead. You want to see her, hug her, let her know you’re okay. When you get into the lab you only see Fleur, the place looks darker since the window is still partially boarded up. 

It feels strange, less welcoming then it has ever felt, it’s the first time you’ve been back here since you ran. You remember running, you remember the forest, then things start to get fuzzy. You remember something, or was it someone? 

“Hey! How are you feeling?” Fleur calls, coming towards you, she makes you jump.

“I’m okay. How are you?” You ask, looking round the room, maybe Piper’s not up yet. 

“Good.” She says. “Better now you and Piper are out of the woods, it was scary for a while.” 

“Sorry.” You say, it’s automatic.

“No, no, don't be silly.” She says coming over to you and squeezing your arm. “Not your fault, there was nothing you could have done. Besides, what matters now is you’re both safe.” 

“Where is Piper?” You ask, she drops her hand from you. 

"In her office." She says still smiling. You nod and turn heading down to the room. The door to the medical room is open, the place smells of blood and disinfectant. You ignore it stopping at the office door.

“Piper?” You call as you knock on her frosted glass door. There’s no response, you try not to panic.

“Piper?” You call again, this feels too familiar to when you were calling through the door for Fleur. You open the door walking in. At first you don’t see anything but you can hear something, smell something. 

Panting and the smell of something rusty in the air. You walk round the desk and see Piper curled up on the floor with her hands pressed over her ears and her legs pulled up to her chest. You slowly walk over to her, her eyes open wide, flicking around the room. 

“Piper.” You say bending down and reaching over, pressing your hand on her knee. Her body jolts and she sits up. Your hand drops from her leg and you jump back falling on the floor. You can see her panic, you can smell it in the air, her head is frantically looking around. 

“It’s okay. It’s me Piper.” You say trying to keep your voice level. She looks directly at you sitting up, her breaths are short, one of her hands presses on her chest. “Are you okay?” You’re trying to keep her calm, you’re trying to do anything to get her to come back to you. 

“Yes.” She says breathlessly. You sit there on the floor with her until she calms. You’re not sure what to do but you wait, watching her patiently. You watch as she comes back, looking up at you and frowns. It only takes a few seconds before she realises what's happened and she uses her desk to get herself to her feet. You follow her standing up but keeping your distance. You stand up walking back to the edge of her desk waiting for her to talk. 

“Sorry, I-” She coughs, turning to her desk flicking through the papers. “I must have slipped.” 

You can’t help letting out a chuckle, her head snaps up to you. You walk round to the other side of the desk, her eyes follow you. She lets out a shaky breath. You can see how unsteady she is on her feet, her hands are shaking, she looks spaced out. 

“How about a cup of tea?” You ask, you expect her to say no, maybe she wants to be left alone. But that's what Kyle always asks when you’re feeling down. She looks up at you and a little smile forms on her face. She nods and you smile watching as she pulls her sleeves back down. You turn to leave the room hoping she’s following behind you. 

…

“I’m sorry, Kyle is better at making tea than me.” You say putting the mug down in front of her. She wraps her shaking hand around it and pulls it towards her. You’ve never seen her like this before, she’s always so put together. Stoic and calm, angry when she needs to be although you’ve only ever seen her snap at other people, never at you. 

“Does John know?” You ask, you’re not sure what to say. You want to comfort her but you don’t even know how to do that. 

“Yeah.” She says bringing the mug up to her mouth. You know she would prefer a coffee but you have no idea how to use the fancy machine she uses. She doesn’t complain though. 

“Do you ever get nightmares?” You blurt out, she freezes for a second before putting the mug down. 

“I do, sometimes. It’s been happening more and more recently.” She says, hanging her head. You can smell guilt, she has nothing to feel guilty about. Maybe it’s because she didn’t tell you. 

“I have nightmares too.” You say. She smiles and nods. “What was that thing? The thing you said it was called?”

“PTSD?” She asks, raising an eyebrow, you nod and smile back.

“You know one of the things you need to do to treat that is talk.” She says, your smile fades at the thought of talking about the bunker. You grip your own mug letting it warm your hands. 

“I-” You choke on the word, suddenly you’re not sure if you should tell her or not. “I’ve been hearing Hale. In my head.” 

She doesn’t look shocked or confused, she doesn’t look like anything other than maybe curious.

“What kind of things have you heard?” She asks. You squeeze your hands around the mug, it’s hot, it hurts but you don’t care. 

“He’s always angry.” You say looking down in the mug and letting the steam fill your nose. “Telling me I’m not a good omega.” 

“What makes you think you’re not a good omega?” She asks, you look up at her but you’re not sure what to say. 

“People around me are always getting hurt. I’m not good at keeping the pack bonds strong.” You say sipping your tea. 

“It’s not your fault people got hurt. It’s Hale’s fault, and as for your pack, they all love you. They’re willing to risk their lives for you.” 

“I don’t want them to risk their lives for me. I just want them to be happy.” You say. 

“I know but the point is you have a very strong pack around you.” She says. 

“I’m worried they’re going to go after Hale and he’ll hurt them, or kill them.” You say squeezing the mug. 

“They’re soldiers. They know what they’re doing, if anything that should be the part you’re the least worried about. Hale needs to die, he’s out there hurting people, hurting you.” She says moving chairs to sit next to you. She reaches out to rest one of her hands on yours. 

“I don’t care if he dies or not. I just want them to be safe.” You say hanging your head trying not to let yourself get upset. You’re still so emotional, you cried when John left you to go to the toilet. When Johnny came in to see you and kissed you on your forehead. 

Piper squeezes your hand again and you take it off the mug letting her hold it. “I love them. I won’t be able to live with myself if they get hurt.” You say looking up at her.

“I think you need to talk.” She says, you raise an eyebrow. “It doesn’t have to be to me but I think it would really help you.” 

“I don’t know.” You say, you’re not sure you want to relive those horrible memories. 

“It’ll be hard but it’s how you move past the trauma you’ve got.” She says squeezing your hand again. 

“I don’t mind talking to you about it. You were there too, maybe it will help us both.” You say, she smiles. You both sit there in silence for a few more minutes sipping on your tea. Her hands have stopped shaking at least. 

“What do you have nightmares about?” You ask, you don’t expect her to tell you but she looks over at you and lets out a sigh. 

“I dream about you. Trying to save you over and over again. Sometimes I dream about the horrible things we did.” 

You both look over at the door when you hear it open. It’s Simon who walks through coming over to you both and rests his hand on your shoulder. 

“I thought you were spending the day with Kyle?” He asks.

“I am but I needed to speak to Piper.” You say sipping your tea to hide the little white lie. 

“Everything okay?” He asks. You nod and look up at him. He’s still wearing his mask, there are still random soldiers walking around. You really don’t want to be around strangers, each person you see makes you more and more nervous. 

“Yeah, everything's fine.” Piper says. You look back at her and she nods for you to go with Simon. You want to stay but you know Simon will feel better if he knows you’re with Kyle. You smile at her and get up leaving your tea half drunk. 

You wish you knew if he was smiling or not, you’re still not sure you can tell though. You walk over to him and wrap your arm around his waist. 

“I think he’s in the living room.” You say smiling. He hums pulling you closer to him. He takes his time walking slowly, keeping his hands on you for as long as he can until you make it to the living room door. He stops and you turn to look up at him, his hand comes up to stroke your cheek. He has gloves on too, it all just feels so wrong, you want to touch him. 

He drops his hand and lets out a sigh. It's almost like he doesn’t want to leave, you’re not sure what to say. 

“Stay with Kyle okay?” You nod smiling at him. He reaches over and opens the door, you look in the room and see Kyle on the sofa watching TV. Simon’s hand rests on the top of your back as you walk in. You can already smell his alpha fading and the smell of beta filling your nose. 

Kyle looks excited to see you and you immediately go over to him snuggling up on the sofa next to him. He wraps his arms around you. You like the thought about talking with Piper, maybe she’s right and it will help, if anything maybe you can heal together. 

The next day John says he’s planning a big meeting with everyone. You spend the day with Johnny, Simon is usually out at the main base but him and John have been in John’s office for most of the day. You have no idea what it’s about and that makes you nervous. You sit between Johnny and Kyle as you wait for John and Simon to come into the room. 

“What do you think he’s going to say?” You ask. Johnny’s hand comes down to stroke your thigh. 

“We’ll see.” Johnny smiles, you can smell his scent trying to calm you, you lean up against him and his hand comes from your thigh to round your back. The door opens again and everyone looks over but it’s not Simon and John it’s Piper, Feur and Kate. Piper has a stack of paper in her arms, Fleur smiles at you and comes over to sit next to Kyle. 

You listen to her make small talk with him, maybe she likes him? She said she likes him, he’s definitely the easiest to talk to. You feel strangely possessive all of a sudden reaching out to stroke his arm. He turns to look at you and smiles, picking up your hand and lacing his fingers with yours. 

The next time the door opens John and Simon walk in, you sit up straight and Johnny’s hand lands back on your thigh. You feel nervous all of a sudden like he’s about to reveal some horrible news, your leg starts to bounce under the table and Kyle squeezes your hand. 

He places a folder on the table and pushes it over to Piper. “You’re going to a new facility. The address is in there no one other than a few people know where it is.”

“Including you?” Piper asks picking the folder. He nods, crossing his arms, you look over at Piper as she opens the folder. 

“Does that mean she’s leaving?” You ask looking up at John. 

“Fleur too.” He nods. You feel sad, you might not see her again, and why is she only moving and not all of you. 

“Where is she going?” You ask, Johnny squeezes your thigh, it’s not as reassuring as you want it to be. 

“Somewhere safe.” John says. You want to press him more but you have a feeling you’re not going to get a satisfying answer so you leave it leaning back in the chair. 

“We’re going to go back to scotland.” As soon as the words leave John’s mouth you’re smiling. He smiles back at you. “I thought you might like that.” 

“When are we going?” You ask excitedly sitting up in your chair. 

“Couple of days. We still have a few things to wrap up here.” John says. “Piper and Fleur will be leaving tomorrow though.” That makes your stomach sink and wipes the smile off your face. You’re going to miss Piper, and now you’re bonded with her it’s going to be harder to be away from her.

“I’ll need a few things before we go.” She says looking up from the folder. 

“Just write a list.” John says, she nods and looks over at you.

“What about the cure?” Johnny asks. 

“Piper and Fleur will keep working on it until it's safe.” John says, you sigh looking over at Simon standing behind John. He’s been wearing his mask while there are other soldiers around. You miss him, you miss seeing him. You hate that he hides his face, his scent, you wish he wouldn't hide around you. 

“-We’ll be leaving in the next few days. I have a meeting with Major Williams later.” 

“Fuckin’ useless MI5.” Johnny whispers shuffling in his seat.

“Speak up MacTavish.” Simon says, stepping up from the wall. 

“We should all take responsibility for our actions.” Johnny says. He removes his hand from your thigh. There's a new scent, something strong and overwhelming. 

Simon steps forward and John puts his hand up to stop him. 

“He’s right. I let you all down again. More importantly I let 2 people get hurt on my watch.” He unfolds his arms, stepping forward. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” Johnny leans back in the chair, Kyle squeezes your other leg. You want Johnny’s warm reassuring hand back on you again but you can feel tension in the room. 

You look up at John, it’s not all his fault. He’d been so busy before everything happened, before you got shot and Piper almost died. You hated he had to spend so much time away but now all you can think about is how much of his time you actually took. Maybe if he was working more he would have stopped all this from happening in the first place. 

Then there was you slipping the sleeping pill in his drink. Kate showed up and asked him why he was ignoring her messages. If he hadn't been sleeping maybe he would have seen them. Maybe he could have stopped all of this from happening in the first place but he never had a chance.  

You get up, no one moves but everyone's eyes are on you. Your chair scrapes back and you walk around the table with your head hung. You did this, you caused this. You stop when you make it up to John, you look up at him, his eyes are scrunched together he looks confused. You hesitate, what if he hates you? What if he never trusts you again? You let him down, you let the pack down. 

“I put a sleeping pill in your drink, so I could give blood to Fleur.” His expression changes, you can’t tell what he’s thinking. “Maybe if you knew Kate was coming you could have had time. You could have done something to stop me and Piper getting hurt.” He lets out a sigh, his hand lands on your shoulder. 

“I knew about the pill.” He says, it surprises you and you don’t know what to say. You look back at Piper feeling embarrassed all of a sudden. She shrugs. 

“Nothing you did caused what happened. I ignored Kate's messages, I let my guard down.” He sighs, gripping your shoulders and bending down so he meets your eyeline.

“Do you know how many people had to make mistakes before you’re even partially to blame?” He asks, you shake your head. 

“Eight. Eight people, not including the other soldiers running around here.” You don’t know why that makes you feel better. He smiles and you smile back at him. His hands leave your shoulders and run down your arms as he stands up straight looking past you over at the tables. 

“I want you to take it easy. In a few days we’ll be going back to Scotland, until then just rest.”  You hear steps up behind you and John's hands are replaced with Kyle’s hands. You smile at him and nod, no one else in the room moves as Kyle leads you out the dining room and into the living room. 

…

You spend the rest of the morning with Kyle, eventually you ask him to let you go for a shower. He lets you go and you go to John’s en-suite. You take a long hot shower letting your mind go blank as you, for the first time in days you feel relaxed like the tension is being washed out your body.

When you change and head back downstairs you're stopped seeing Johnny and Kyle sitting halfway on the steps looking through the banister down towards the ground floor.

“What's going on?” You ask sitting next to Johnny on the steps. He turns to you smiling. 

“You can’t hear that?” He says. You frown trying to listen to whatever he’s talking about. They’re both looking down at John’s office. You all sit in silence for a few seconds then you hear it, there’s shouting coming from the office. It’s quiet enough from the stairs that even with your heightened hearing it’s only barely audible. 

“10 he kicks LT out in the next 5 minutes.” Johnny says. 

“He’s not been in there for long.” Kyle tuts. 

“15 he comes out right-” Johnny pauses “-now.” You all look at the door and nothing happens. 

“He’s not that mad.” Kyle sighs. 

“He sounds mad.” You say. “Who's in there?” 

“Williams, the Major from Scotland.” Kyle says. 

“Price is not happy with how lax the security is.” Johnny says, he turns to you and you smile at him even though the sound of John’s voice rising is making the hairs stand up on the back of your neck. The door suddenly opens and Simon steps out the door. 

“Shit.” Johnny says tensing up suddenly. You feel your stomach jump.

“What happens if Simon leaves?” You ask even though you’re not sure you want the answer. 

“Ooo lass you don’t want to know.” Johnny says getting up on his feet. “I’ll go make myself useful.” You watch as Johnny hops down the steps and you scoot down a step to sit next to Kyle. Simon hears Johnny coming, Johnny jumps over the reception desk to stand next to Simon. 

“What do you want, MacTavish?” You hear Simon say as Johnny wraps his arm around Simon’s waist. It makes you jealous. You shouldn’t be jealous. 

“How’s it going with Price?” Johnny asks. 

“I’d say it’s going pretty well.” Simon says, there’s the sound of something hard being thrown that makes you jump.

“Hum. How’s it going with your little project?” Johnny asks. Simon looks over at the steps to see you and Kyle. His eyes look dark, it makes the hair stand up on the back of your neck. 

“Well.” 

“Well enough that we’re getting answers?” Johnny asks, leaning in and lowering his voice, not enough that you can’t hear it. 

“What are they talking about?” You ask Kyle. Kyle shifts for a second looking back at you and reaching over to hold your hand. 

“Simon’s been questioning the person who shot at you both.” You nod, you’re pretty sure they’re doing more than just talking but you don’t push it. 

“Do you know who did it? 

“We have a theory but he’s not talking, so it’s just a theory.” Kyle says, squeezing your hand. 

“Hale?” You ask, you already know the answer, who else would be after you? 

“Yeah. He’s working with Shadow Company.” Kyle says. There’s another loud shout and another crash of something. 

“What is he doing?” 

“Teaching Williams a lesson hopefully. Guy left the security so lax he almost got you and Piper killed.” Kyle says. 

“He’s not going to hurt him is he?” Kyle chuckles. 

“No. That’s what Ghost is for.” You frown looking over at Simon. You’re not sure if you believe him or not, besides Simon left the room. A few seconds later the door opens and you see Williams step out. Simon and Johnny straighten up crossing their arms. No one says anything, he looks over at you and Kyle still sitting on the steps. 

You feel a chill run up your spine as his eyes meet yours. He looks mad about something, he probably didn’t like being shouted at by John. He doesn’t close the door behind him just walks around the welcome desk heading for the door. 

“What are you doing?” Piper asks suddenly behind you, you and Kyle both look up at her with an eyebrow raised. 

“John was shouting at Major Williams.” You say, you all watch him leave, letting the door slam close behind him. Piper hums walking down the steps past you both. You get to your feet and she turns to look up at you when she makes it to the bottom. 

“Do you have some time for me to collect some eggs?” Piper asks. You nod. “Kyle, do you want to come? Keep her company?” 

“Sure.” He says getting up and following you down the steps. When you make it past John's office he comes out. 

“Kyle, I need to talk to you.” John says, he looks at Piper then at John. You don’t want to let go of his arm but you drop your hand anyway. Piper's hand lands on the top of your back. 

“Johnny? Want to come hold my hand again?” You ask, he nods and jumps over the welcome desk throwing his arm around your shoulders. 

“What are we doing today?” He asks as you start to walk over to the lab. 

“I need to harvest some eggs.” Piper says. 

“So you’re a chicken now?” Johnny jokes as Piper opens the door to the lab. You’ve done this before a long time ago in the bunker. Only once, it always hurts, but Piper needs this for the cure and you’ll do whatever it takes for the cure.   

…

You smile reaching up to stroke Johnny’s face. You’re laid flat on the uncomfortable exam table. Piper gave you some drugs to help you relax and put a sheet up covering the lower half of your body. Your head is swimming, whatever drug Piper gave you has made you feel really relaxed.

“You okay, lass?” Johnny asks, smiling back. You giggle nodding. Piper stands up on the other side of you. She brings a clear tube up over your head, you follow her hands as she places it  into your nose. Your head spins as you feel cold air blowing up your nose, you start to feel even more relaxed. You look over at Johnny and smile at him as Piper walks away. 

“It’ll help you feel better.” Fleur says as she attaches something on your finger. You bring your hand to look at it, seeing a number light up in red. 

“I feel fine.” You say smiling. Your head is all fuzzy and your body feels numb. Johnny chuckles, kissing the back of your hand, his fingers are laced with yours. 

“You look relaxed.” He says stroking his hair with his free hand. You can’t stop smiling at him. He’s so pretty with his blue eyes and silly hair, you like his hair. You like running your fingers through his hair. 

“Have you ever had your wisdom teeth taken out?” Fleur asks. You look over at her standing on the other side of the bed. For some reason it makes you giggle, she has a crush on Kyle which is cute.

“No, why?” Johnny asks.

“That's all it is, she’s going to be pretty woozy for the next few hours.” 

“Woozy.” You giggle. 

“Okay, I'm going to start now, just relax.” You try to look down but you can’t see her, all you can see is the top of a monitor and bright lights. You feel pressure, you lay as still as you can looking over at Johnny who smiles and kisses the back of your hand. 

For a second something snaps and you feel dread rising in you, you feel your stomach drop.

You squeeze John’s hand, you’re holding your breath looking in his eyes. Suddenly your head is clear and you don’t want to be here. You try to move your legs but you can’t. Johnny seems to see the distress in your eyes and his free arm comes down under your neck.

“It’s okay, keep still.” Piper says. You feel sick and you look down at the sheet. You’ve been here before, panic builds and you, a hand lands on your shoulder doesn’t help you calm down. 

“Relax, it’s okay.” You hear Fleur say. 

“Love, it’s okay. You’re okay.” Johnny says. Your breathing and heart rate starts to pick up, you’re trying to move but your whole body feels numb. You keep looking up at Johnny as his hand comes to cup your cheek rubbing it with his thumb. “It’s okay.” 

“He’s going to hurt me.” You say. It’s not Piper at the end of the bed, you’re suddenly not in a safe place. You don’t recognise the person whose hands have come up to hold your face. You try to pull it away but they don’t let you.

“Fleur.” You hear Piper say. “John, keep her calm.” Your head is spinning, you feel someone pick up your hand then something cold. You look up at the person standing next to you, your vision is fuzzy, his hands on your face are nice and warm. It’s like you know who he is but you’re not sure at the same time. Maybe the professor is just trying to play tricks on you. 

“You’re okay, love. Just relax.” The person says. Your eyelids start to feel heavy, your hand slips off your chest. He picks up and kisses the back of it. “I’m here. You’re safe, it’s all okay.” 

You’re still trying to figure out who he is as everything goes black. 

“What the hell was that?” Johnny asks as you pass out. Fleur has a stethoscope in her ears listening to your chest. 

“I thought it would be easier and less stressful for her if we did this without knocking her out.” Piper says. 

“Should I get John?” He asks, Piper sighs, flicking her eyes up to him. 

“It won’t take long for me to be finished here. I guess it’s up to you.” 

“It’s only a mild sedative, it’ll be worn off in an hour or so.” Fleur says. 

“And she’ll be on some pretty strong painkillers for the next few days.” Piper says now focused on what she’s doing between your legs. “Maybe you should get him, she’ll need someone to stay with her for the rest of the day.” 

Johnny sighs and heads out the room

“You could have done this from the start, why did you wait?” Fleur asks. 

“I wanted to see if she could handle it.” Piper says. “Come and give me a hand. The sooner we finish this the better.” 

It’s not long before she hears the door to the room opens. Piper and Fleur both look over to see John and Johnny walk in. She can smell his alpha, it’s almost overwhelming, it makes the hair stand up on the back of her neck. 

“What the hell Piper!” John snaps coming over to you, his hands coming up to brush your face. 

“She’s fine, it’s just a mild sedative, she’ll be awake within the hour.” Fleur says. 

“You said it was a simple procedure.” John says stroking your face. 

“It is, she panicked.” 

“Why?” John asks, looking down at Piper. She lets out a sigh, placing something down on a tray before taking her  gloves off. “Fleur, finish up here-” She hands her something. “-Prep that for transport.” 

“Let’s talk outside.” She says pulling her mask off and gesturing at the door. John follows with Johnny behind him, Piper walks into the lab. The window is still boarded up and the whole place is colder than it’s ever been causing goosebumps to rise all over her body. 

She turns to look at John and Johnny. “She’s been hearing Hale in her head. Seeing him, I'm pretty sure what just happened was a flashback. We can’t risk her having a panic attack so soon after her distress.” She watches between them waiting for one of them to talk. 

“She’s hearing voices and seeing things.” Johnny repeats with concern in his voice. 

“Yeah, I think it’s part of her PTSD and it's been exacerbated by her distress. I’ve been trying to get her to open up, maybe get her to talk.” She seems to stumble on her words for a few seconds. “I’m no psychologist but honestly anything is better than nothing.”  

“Why didn’t you say anything?” John asks. She sighs rubbing her hand up one of her arms trying to warm herself. 

“I’m not sure. I didn’t want to spook her, I didn’t want you to have the responsibility of keeping more secrets from her. She needs to trust you.” Piper explains. John lets out a sigh, stepping forward and turning to look back at Johnny quickly. 

“Has she talked about anything?” John asks stepping up to Piper.

“It’s only been a day. We’ve had one talk.” She says. 

“Do you think it will help her?” 

“Yes.” She keeps it simple, she’s not quite sure how true it is but anything is a start. You’re safe surrounded by a pack who loves you, with you moving back to Scotland this would be the perfect time to do this. Especially with the distance between them, it’s important that they keep talking, they are bonded again. 

“Okay. We can continue this, when she wakes up we'll talk to her about it.” He lets out a sigh. “What did you need her eggs for?”

Piper hesitates for a second. “Stem cells, we can use her eggs to harvest embryonic stem cells.” 

“So that's the cure, omega stem cells?” John asks.

“No. Well- It’s complicated. All we know is that stem cells play a big role. The more stem cells we have the more tests we can do. I can provide the beta stem cells and getting spermatogonial stem cells from an alpha is easy. Simon has already volunteered.” She explains.

“Sperm-a-what cells?” Johnny asks. 

“They’re like embryonic stem cells, only males don’t produce eggs, last time I checked.” 

“You’re not going to use them to - I don’t know - clones? Create life?” John asks, lowering his voice. Piper hesitates looking over at Johnny who crosses his arms. He’s usually so open, it’s strange for Piper to see him like this. She wants to lie, let John think that it’s all just science magic. 

Genetics are messy, playing with stem cells is messy. She knows for a fact that if she was caught doing what she was doing she would have her medical license stripped and be in a court for ethics violations. But this situation is unique, she’s not doing anything she wasn’t doing in the bunker. 

She takes a step closer to him. “You want a cure, I’m making a cure. No one is getting hurt, that's all I can promise you.” John sighs, running his hand down his face. 

“Take her to bed. When she wakes up we’ll talk, like you said.” Piper says, bringing John back into reality. He nods and turns gesturing towards the medical room. Piper lets out a long breath reaching forward to brace herself on the table. 

She will get them a cure, she’ll fix Hale’s formula and give John and the rest of 141 a cure. You’re not going to take it though, she knows that. Even if you don’t want to admit it to yourself, all you know is being an omega. She watches as John carries you out the room with Johnny following behind him. It’s her job to convince you to take the cure, or at least try, that's going to be harder to do with distance between them.

…

When you wake you feel sore. You’re in your nest and Johnny is sitting on your bed. 

“Hey.” You say as you sit up. 

“Hey, love.” Johnny says putting the book back on your bedside table before he comes over to you crouching down in front of you. There’s a deep throbbing pain in your abdomen, You wince as you sit up pressing on it to see if it helps - it doesn’t.

Johnny turns around passing you a cup of water. “Fleur said you might feel a little bit of pain but she’s given you some pain relief.” He says, you take the cup and drink the water. 

“What happened?” You say, the last thing you remember is Piper telling you she was going to start. 

“You started to panic so they gave you a mild sedative.” You get up on your feet handing him back the cup.

“I don’t remember.” You say, Johnny comes over running his hands up your arms. 

“John and Piper want to talk to you.” He says. 

“What about?” You ask frowning as you both make your way out of the room. 

“He’ll tell you, don’t worry.” He says wrapping his arm around your waist. He takes you down to John’s office knocking on the door, when he calls you when you walk in but Johnny stays in the doorway.

“Go get Piper.” John says as he stands up immediately coming around the desk. His hand runs up your arm, he has a concerned look on his face. 

“I’m okay.” You say trying not to worry him. You really are okay. He hums his hand coming to your face before he leans down to kiss you. His hands run down your face to your neck, his thumbs resting on your chin while his fingers reach round the back of your neck brushing his mark.

His touch is possessive, you can smell his alpha in the air the room is filling with the mellow smell. When the door opens again he breaks from the kiss and the smell of lavender flows into the room. You feel dizzy as you sit down in one of the chairs, John going back round to his chair. 

“How’re you feeling?” Piper asks you. 

“Fine.” You say. She smiles looking back at John who leans forward on his desk. 

“Piper said you agreed to talk to her about what happened in the bunker.” John says, you straighten up in the chair looking over at her. You didn’t think she would tell anyone, you definitely didn’t want her to tell John. 

“I, I said I would. Piper thinks it's a good idea.” You say looking down at your knees. You feel embarrassed, you don’t want to talk to John about the bunker. About everything that happened to you, you just want him to be your alpha. 

Pipers hand lands on your thigh and you place your hand on hers. “It’s good that you talk to John. He will be able to understand your situation better.” She says, you look up at him.

“I don’t want you to think any differently of me. What happened in the bunker is the past.” You say looking back down at your knees. You hear John move and walk around the table, you look up to see him standing in front of you. His hand comes down to brush your cheek. 

“There is nothing you could tell me that would make me feel any different.” You don’t believe him. He bends down so his face is level with yours. 

“I love you, history and all, we all do. Nothing will change that.” This time you do believe him, you nod and he leans over to kiss you. When he breaks from the kiss he stands up his hand rests on your shoulder. 

“I think it’s good you talk with Piper. I will set it up with her so you can talk to her when you need to. Video calls so you can see her too. Kyle is good with all that really.” He says, it makes you smile. At least this way she won’t feel so far away. 

“Thank you.” You say, smiling at him. 

“From now on, no more secrets. We’ll tell you everything as we know it. Piper will be keeping us updated on the cure and we’ll spend some time together in Scotland.” John says. You like that idea, you don’t want there to be any more secrets. They didn’t tell you the professor was alive until he sent assassins over and you and Piper could have died. 

“What about after Scotland?” You ask. You know he wants to go after Hale, you know he wants to take down the people who hurt you. He hasn’t admitted it yet but you know at some point he might leave. You don’t want that to be true, pushing the thought away. 

“I don’t know yet. We have to see how Piper gets on with the cure and perfecting the formula. Until then we’ll get some rest. The moment anything changes I’ll let you know.” He says smiling. You nod and smile back, even though you don’t believe him. 

Pipers leaving today. That's all you can think about while you get out of bed and shower. You have no idea when you will see her again. John had already left, told you he would meet you for breakfast. You’re not hungry though, Piper is leaving and you have no idea what to do. 

John said she’s going somewhere safe but he thought it was safe here and you were both attacked. Wherever she’s going you hope that she’ll be safe, she has to because you want to be able to see her again. You head out the room making it to the top of the steps. You see John’s office door is open, maybe he’s still in there. As you make it down you see movement in the room. 

When you make it to his office door something feels wrong, there’s no smell of alpha. Goosebumps rise on the back of your neck as you slowly open the door. You see someone you don’t recognise in a soldier's uniform. For a second you think they’re picking something up for John but when they see you, you can see the panic in his eyes. 

“John!” You call. He pushes past you with papers in his hand. “Hey!” You snap, you want to chase after him but fear is keeping you locked in place. It doesn’t matter though because a few seconds later Johnny comes out into the lobby. 

“Hey!” He calls to the guy. John and Kyle are out a few seconds later taking in the scene.

“Soap!” John shouts. You finally feel like you can move and you step up to the desk as Johnny practically leaps on him, forcing him to the ground. There's a struggle, weapons are drawn and eventually the man relents. 

“You good?” Kyle asks you as he leaves John and Johnny to come over to you. Your eyes are still focused on the man on the floor. The papers he tried to run away with are scattered all over the floor. His hand lands on your shoulder and it makes you jump.

“Yeah. He just scared me, I thought it was John.” You say, he nods putting his pistol away. His arm wraps around your waist and Kyle starts to lead you around the welcome desk as the man’s being forced to his knees. He looks over at you, his eyes burn into you. What did he want from John’s office? Johnny moves to block him and you look up at Kyle and smile. 

“I’ll cook you something nice, what do you fancy?” He asks as you walk into the dining hall, you take one last look back at the man on his knees. These are the people the professor is sending to harm you, he didn’t do a very good job. 

“Surprise me.” You say as Kyle goes into the kitchen. You can’t help thinking about the folders he ran out of John's office with, what did he need from John? Why didn’t he just come back to finish the job? You sit down at a table and look over at Kyle in the kitchen, it doesn’t matter. They’ve caught him now, he can’t hurt anyone again.  

Kyle stays with you for most of the day, John goes to interrogate the guy they caught with Simon. Around noon a truck shows up to take the things Piper needs from the lab. For some reason watching the truck back up to the front entrance makes everything feel so real. 

She really is leaving, you have no idea where she is going or when you will see her in person again. At least you’ll be able to talk with her almost daily - even if it is about the bunker. You hope she’s right and it does help, or maybe it will make you feel worse, regardless it means you get to see her and talk to her. 

Johnny and Kyle help with carrying boxes and equipment with the other soldiers, while Piper orders them around. You sit behind the old welcome desk with a book pretending not to watch Johnny and Kyle in awe as they pull out what seems like increasingly heavier pieces of equipment. 

They work until the sun is starting to set, John and Simon come back and you finish the book. John spots you from a mile away smiling at you while he talks to Johnny and some of the other soldiers outside. You put the book down and get up stretching, you want to see how empty the lab is but you decide against it. 

You’d be more than happy to never set foot in another lab or medical room ever again. Instead you head upstairs, Piper and Fleur’s bags are already packed and stacked up by their doors. You go over to Piper's room, the bed has been stripped and the window is open letting in the warm evening sun. You close your eyes, taking in a deep breath. 

The room still smells of her - lavender - she always smells floral, safe. Most betas do, Johnny and Kyle’s scent is different though, maybe it's because you’re a pack, whatever it is you’re glad they all smell different. Different but the same, like Simon’s scent is more woody compared to John who smells more fresh. You smile and look down at one of her bags. 

It’s open and you can see a colorful scarf, you reach down pulling it out. It’s not silk like the one you let go in Scotland but it’s still beautiful, red with swirls of gold and silver. It looks almost ornate. When you were younger she used to wear scarfs alot, in her hair round her neck the older you got the less you saw them. 

You always remembered them though, it was the pop of colour that stood out in the dark gray bunker, the only other place with so much colour was the professor's lab and even that was dark wood and deep blues and greens. Maybe she’ll start wearing them again, you hope so. You bring the scarf up to your nose and breathe in her scent. You turn over to your room, you want to give her something too, something she can use to remember you. 

You know exactly what to give her, when you’ve arranged the scarf in your nest you find your hands running over each object you’ve collected from them. They’re your pack now, they’re the people who look after you who will always look after you. They may be your pack but Piper will always be the mother in your life, and she doesn’t have to be part of the pack to be that. Piper knocks on your open door a few minutes later, you almost miss it. She's so quiet and you’re in a world of your own. 

“We’re leaving now.” She says. You nod swallowing the tears and the lump in your throat, you won’t cry, not yet at least. 

You follow Piper out to the car, the truck is gone and Fleur is already standing by the driver's side door. You’re still gripping the blanket in your hands, she stops and turns to see you when she gets to the car. You look over at Fleur who smiles and gets in closing the door. You look up at Piper and smile at her, her hand comes up to brush your cheek wiping a tear away. 

“I’ll see you soon.” She says. “And we can talk everyday, if you want. John said he would set up a video call.” You nod but it still feels wrong, you wish you could go with her. But then you would be away from your pack, which would be worse. 

“I’m going to miss you.” You say trying not to sob. She hugs you, wrapping her arms around you tight and you hug her back. 

“I’m going to miss you too. You’ll be fine though by the time you get to Scotland you’ll be so distracted you won’t feel it.” She says. You nod, squeezing your eyes closed and breathing in her scent. Her scent has always been so comforting to you, but now when you think of comfort you think of your pack. 

The smell of alpha is no longer intimidating, it’s safe it makes you think of your alphas, your pack. She’s not part of the pack and never will be. You break from the hug, her hands land on the top of your arms, she smiles, you feel like you can see a glint of something in her eyes. You don’t want her to cry, if she cries you don’t think you’ll be able to let her go. 

“I want you to have this.” You say looking down at the blanket in your hand. 

“No, I don’t-”

“I want you to take it. It’s been with me since Canada, we’re bonded again you should have something from me.” You say, she smiles and takes it out of your hand. It feels weird letting it go, selfishly you want her to have something from you, to remind her so she never forgets. She hums running her thumb over the blanket. 

“Thank you.” She says. “I’ll get something of mine for you.” 

“I already have something.” you admit smiling at her. She raises an eyebrow and chuckles.

“I love you.” You say, this time when she blinks you can really see tears in her eyes.

“I love you too. This will all be over soon. Then we’ll have the rest of our lives together.” She says, you nod blinking tears away. You look over as the gates are opened, you know she has to leave now. She lets out a sigh and drops her hands from you. 

“We’ll talk everyday.” She reminds you. 

“Promise?” 

“I promise.” You throw your arms around her, you don’t want her to leave you want to beg her to stay. That would be selfish though, you squeeze her as tight as you can and she squeezes you back. She almost has to peel you off her. You feel someone behind you as her arms leave you new arms wrap around you. 

You look up and see Johnny gripping you tight. Piper smiles at him before turning to open the door and the passenger door. 

“Good luck doc.” Johnny says. You smile, wiping your tears as she closes the door and the engine starts. You feel a pang in your chest as you step back, you see her put her seatbelt on and the car slowly pulls away. You tip your head letting out a sob as it leaves out the gate, Johnny kisses the top of your head before turning you in his arms. 

“It’s okay, love. You’ll see her again.” Johnny says, you hug him sniffling against his chest as his hands run up and down your back. 

“I know, I’m just going to miss her.” You say, you can smell him projecting his scent but all you can smell is Piper and right now that's all you want. 

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Dividers by Plum98 & gild-ui

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Hello lovelies!

You know how there are natural smells for a person, right? Not the body sprays or perfumes but a person's natural smell.

I present to you Baby!Dami and LoA!Jason having met and Talia sometimes dumping Dami on him to babysit because she got something important to do. So Jason takes care of him and because these things usually happen at night Dami gets attached to sleeping with Jason.

Time skip

We are in Gotham and Dami is already Robin. He was very young when Jason went away to study with different teachers all around the world and rarely saw him. He remembers someone who has shown him a burning blade because that was so cool but not much about the person wielding it. He remembers someone who was maybe there and maybe not, he never asks, doesn't even know how or who should he ask about it without looking crazy.

Red Hood comes into the picture and Dami want's to hate him. He is competition for his father's attention, and he does hate Jason from afar but can't hate him when he's close by.

Time skip

Jason starts his reintegration into the family. It's a painfully hard thing to start to trust again, but they start working together with him minimising the killing parts.

Once Dami gets fear gassed and trashes and attacks everyone who tries to get close by. Jason was closest to the cave so he was sent by Oracle to bring the antidote. Jason and Dami starts to fight and Jason gets him in a headlock and gives in the antidote and Dami just lets it, gets all relaxed and pushes back unconsciously into Jason's chest armour, Jason hold him until they get to the Cave. He could have gave him to Dick, but he doesn't, somehow he feels comfortable by holding Damian, Just like old times, he didn't even know he missed so much. He plays with Dami's hair at the nape, touching the same symbols into his skin. The symbols were painted on his wall back at the League, he was just so tired one day that he started doing them.

Time skip

After they don't talk about it. Dami gets the best sleep he has since he came to America and Jason gets an empty space in his bed where only a child could fit, he starts sleeping on the couch.

Then comes a magician to Gotham with another crazy idea just like they do, it's like they were made like that in some "Evil Magician Factory" where the villain of the can just pick them up from.

Anyway Constantine and the other magic users are busy so Jason takes matters into his own hands. What he doesn't know he isn't as sneaky as he thought because Damian sees as he kills a shadow creature with the All-blades and suddenly everything gets more complicated and much more clear to him.

Jason solves the case, Damian doesn't tell anyone, everybody thinks he's asleep so it's fine-not everybody, but Alfred knows everything anyway-, he goes to interrogate Jason when he gets back to his safe house in the Alley.

They start arguing but Jason needs medical attention so Damian sews his wound up on the couch and Jason falls asleep. He has been after this magic user for days without outside help and Damian's there so it somehow seems fine(more than fine).

Damian stays sitting in front of the couch, letting Jason sleep and thinking. And if he naps a bit putting his head on the couch next to Jason's, it's nobody's business.

[feinecutasy]

Long Night

“ʟᴏɴɢ ɴɪɢʜᴛ”. The voice behind him stirred emotionlessly. The stranger was unremarkable in every aspect, a man who could, by the act of vanishing into the midst of a crowd, pop into and out of existence. Yet the mysterious allure of his voice chase away even the slightest thoughts of ignoring the words coming out of his mouth.

“Yeah”, Matt said. No amount of mental effort was spent when he replied to the man behind him. The sentence uttered by the mysterious figure had the character of a rhetorical question, even though in form it was a plain statement. The affirmation given by Matt had the opposite energy. There was only a very faint indication that its speaker was paying a crumb of attention to whomever was talking to him, such that the word may as well be replaced with a grunt. Matt was tired.

Matt glanced at the rearview mirror. “You have beautiful eyes”, his wife used to say. The same pair of eyes, void of liveliness, stared blankly at the highway behind drooping eyelids. It was clear that his eyebags would only get more bloated after this restless night. So much for the forty-first year spent on the planet. More suited to describe the number of wrinkles on his face than the number of birthday cakes he'd had.

“ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴍᴀᴛᴛ”, the stranger lamented.

Matt would love to agree, but the more he thought about it, the less convinced he was. So frivolous is the thing that is called language, it assigns to dead things quirky traits of the living. For time is a law of nature. It doesn’t judge. It has neither a face, nor a persona. It was the cruelty of mankind that had wreaked havoc on his face and body. It was also the cruelty of the concept named “Matt” to have accepted the former cruelty without ever once questioning it. The body was rebelling, yet the ego didn’t want to listen. Cold coffee sloshed around gently in the half-drunk cup, and explosive ‘90s rock blasted up the stale, conditioned air of the car. His favourite brand. His favourite band. There was no enjoyment, only the echo of a voice telling him to not fall asleep.

“ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɪʟʟᴜꜱᴏʀʏ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪɴᴅ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ꜱᴇᴇɴ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ”.

The man was boring more and more doubts into Matt’s brain with his statements. Matt glanced at the rearview mirror. “You have beautiful eyes”, his wife used to say. How he yearned to hear that same sentence again. Yet for all that he could imagine, the weary face of the woman he loved would scrunch up upon seeing him the next morning. It was already past mid-night; he had missed their anniversary. Business suit still on, with all the business cards from the conference, coated with the faint smell of fast food. The fresh, vibrant bouquet of flowers and neatly wrapped gifts sat silently on the rear seat, judging him for being the liar that he was. He had promised to come. He was coming. He didn’t forget. But why did the prospect of fulfilling this promise bring no more joy than letting it rot in oblivion? Why all this effort, when he already knew what lied ahead? The ugly faces, the apologising, the berating.

ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ɢʀᴇᴇᴅ, ᴍᴀᴛᴛ, ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ.

But what do I do? Matt thought. The publicity would be disastrous. The year-long legal process. Custody. Child support‒

ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ. ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ.

The empty, desolate road could not see through the windows that Matt was shaking. Not by the chilling cold breathed in and out by the cranked-up A/C. Not by any kind of medical emergency that might befall upon the healthy, though exhausted middle-aged entrepreneur.

ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴄᴏɴᴠɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴍᴀᴛᴛ.

Matt felt tears welling up behind his eyes. He glanced at the rearview mirror. Glassy, wet blue eyes. He desired. Yearned. Thirsted. For the thing that he hadn’t felt in years. In decades.

The low hum of the engine became almost hypnotic. The headlights carved through tunnels, piercing the void of asphalt and darkness. The gloomy street lights left behind streaks of ethereal yellow, merging with the blurry, waving road signs. Forms got squashed into blobs, and shapes got crushed into lines. And the lines went on,

and on,

and on,

endlessly.

Until they collapsed.

Into one point.

---

The warmth of a Saturday’s morning greeted Matt as rays of sunlight shone through the car’s window. He softly groaned, his head spinning. His voice no longer carried with it the raspiness of a heavy smoker. The smell of cologne and leather mixed with someone else’s scent filled up the car. It smelled heavenly. The road continued to slide backwards, but Matt was no longer in the driver’s seat.

He felt lighter. In mind and in body. No more responsibilities. No more irritating voice telling him to stay awake. Gone was the certain dreariness of a bleak future. The soft fuzz of hair on his right arm glinted gold as they passed through a forest clearing. Youth had graced Matt’s body once more, manifesting itself in the form of raging hormones. He felt a heavier weight between his legs, not counting the natural reaction of his body that had already tented up his shorts. Energy was coursing through his body.

He looked to his left. Driving the car was a handsome young man with a deep, warm voice. He smiled at Matt, and said something. Something about his beautiful eyes. But Matt was too groggy and not in the right state of mind to make out what the man said. But it was not important. He felt like he could just ask the man later about it. He felt a link towards the man that he couldn’t explain. The only way he could verbalise it was that he could trust him.

But above all, he felt happy.

[murderdogwater]

How I think the Bachelors and Bachelorettes act when their sick:

Haley: A menace. The type to spit medicine at you like a camel, she'd whine about feeling awful but refuse to take any kind of medication. Don't even try to hide pills in things. She will find them and pick them out. Probably also the type to fake being sick when she was younger just to get princess treatment.

Maru: The type to not tell you she doesn't feel well, and you only find out when Harvey has to carry her back to the farm because she passed out at the clinic. She's probably pretty chill about medicine, but she'll get restless and want something to do while she's on bedrest. But keep an eye on her, or she'll be up trying to make another robot ai nurse or something.

Leah: One of the few who's probably being serious when she says she doesn't get sick. If she does, she'll be pretty chill and will stay in bed, probably sketching, until she's better. If she's sick, she won't stay that way for long, unless it's a real injury, then she's also pretty chill.

Penny: She's probably pretty self-sufficient. She can't exactly taste with how stuffed up she is, so she doesn't know how bad her food tastes. She'll probably eat and sleep a lot and explain it away, saying that Pam left her alone a lot as a kid, so she took care of herself. She'll probably cry if you take care of her.

Emily: She says she doesn't get sick, don't listen to her. Maybe worse than Haley about medication, because she insists that she needs natural methods to heal. She probably gets really delirious and tries to fix it with crystals and burning sage. Just make sure she gets what she needs and give her something to do in bed, and she'll wear herself out.

Abigail: Another one who says they don't get sick and is actually right, more likely to get injured or get food poisoning from her weird diet. Either way she’s pretty chill, and the biggest problem she'll have is boredom. Give her some soup, medicine, and attention, and she'll be fine. Probably plays video games until she feels better.

Sebastian: A BABY. Maximum level baby boy. His two favorite things are soup and tea. He gets sick often and stays that way often. And I feel like Robin is the type to baby him to shit, so he's pouty and needy for attention. Honestly, it will probably get worse if you keep him in bed, so it might be better to make him go outside if possible so he can actually get some sun.

Elliott: He's dramatic but very grateful if you take care of him. If he's really bad, then he'll start talking in Limericks that don't make sense until he falls asleep. Not exactly a baby, but certainly a drama queen. Will complain about his hair being messed up while he's in bed. Might feel better if he goes back to his cabin like a dying woman in a Victorian novel.a

Shane: Oh god, if you think Maru is bad about not telling you when she feels bad, then Shane is 10000 times worse. This man will be throwing up, coughing his lungs out, sneezing loud enough to wake the dead, and still tell you he's fine. You gotta call Jas and have her beg him (from a distance) to lay down and take care of himself. After that, he's chill about everything except his diet, is pissed he can't eat pizza all day but will eat soup and some vegetables if you tell him to.

Alex: Doesn't get sick and is right, but if he gets injured, then he wants princess treatment. He needs his pillows fluffed, his meals hot and on time, and DEMANDS cookies and attention. Evelyn probably spoiled him a little bit as a kid because it was so rare for him to get sick. The only bright side is that he'll gladly take medication without complaint as long as it's followed by a cookie.

Sam: Rarely gets sick, when he does he's a self regulater. If he's really sick, he'll sing softly to himself. His colds come with nightmares, and he'll probably wake up a lot. Cuddle him and make sure he's okay after, and he'll be okay.

Harvey: You'd think that either Harvey would be the type to not get sick or be a big baby. And you're wrong either way. Harvey is sickly and is a horrible self regulator, but he's very grateful for you taking care of him and will be the most cooperative patient ever. Will make dad jokes the whole time. Is very sweet.

[belit0]

Yo I just got my wisdom teeth removed so I was wondering if you could write how the uchihas be like when they get their wisdom teeth out

Modern AU where Madara is a cop okay

Madara

He’s strapped to the medical bed like he’s been taken prisoner, cotton stuffed in his cheeks, blinking slowly like the world betrayed him.

-...I have... fallen in... battle.

-You had two teeth pulled, Madara.

-...Tell Izuna I... died with... honor.

He keeps reaching out for (Y/N)’s hand, whispering things like:

-...Did I ever tell you... how the... moon reminds me... of your strength?

And when he catches a glimpse of his own reflection?

-WHO IS THAT MAN. HE LOOKS LIKE A CRIMINAL.

(Y/N) doesn’t know if she should laugh or cry.

He’s majestic, in the worst way possible.

Izuna

They gave him a mild sedative.

They should have knocked him out cold.

Because now?

He’s sobbing into (Y/N)’s shoulder.

-They took them! They... were mine. My pride. Gone.- He hiccups. Clutches her arm like a widow in mourning. -Do you... think they’ll grow back if... I manifest enough... Uchiha rage? Say yes. Say they’ll grow... back.-

He keeps trying to touch his face and then yells "Who touched me??" every time his own fingers graze his cheek.

Also asks the nurse if his “new mouth proportions” will still let him “kiss like a god.”

Won’t stop complimenting (Y/N) either.

-You’re soooooooo... pretty. You're... so pretty I think my stitches are unraveling... Marry... me. Right now. On this... chair. We’ll kiss once I stop... bleeding.

She tries to hold in her laugh.

She fails.

Obito

He’s completely out of it.

Full anime tears sliding down his face without him noticing.

-I can’t feel... my mouth. Am I... drooling? Am I still… me?

Keeps tugging at (Y/N)’s sleeve, eyes wide and glossy.

-Do I still look... okay? Like… would you still date me if I didn’t have teeth? What if I lost them... all and just gummed your shoulder forever?

Sniffles.

-Kakashi has... teeth. I remember. Really good ones… is it bad if I remember... Kakashi’s teeth right now? Wait no—I mean—fuck, I didn’t mean... it like that. I LIKE YOUR TEETH TOO, (Y/N).

She ends up holding his hand the whole ride home, while he mumbles how much he loves her and whether they’ll still have sex if he looks like a chipmunk.

She promises yes.

He falls asleep smiling.

Shisui

He comes out vibing.

-Babe. Babe. BABE.

Tries to do finger guns.

Misses.

-Do you even understand how... sexy... gauze is? I didn’t... until now. But... but look at me. I... look like a wounded war god. A tragic... prince. A bloodied sex... icon.

The nurse is wheezing in the corner.

He winks at (Y/N).

Or tries to.

It ends up being more like a lazy blink with a cheek twitch.

-If I... die from this, tell Itachi... he can’t have... my cool sweaters. Tell Izuna I’m... hotter. Tell Obito… actually, don’t... he’d cry.

Then he starts singing.

Loudly. Dramatically.

Something about love, blood, and wisdom (teeth).

Goodbye stitches.

(Y/N) puts sunglasses on him just to calm him down.

He immediately says:

-This is my villain arc.

And then passes out mid-pose in the car.

Itachi

They had to force him to accept anesthesia.

Now he’s sitting in the chair post-op, upright, stiff, stoic, with two enormous cotton packs stuffed in his cheeks.

His face? Blank.

His eyes? Glazed.

He slowly turns his head to (Y/N).

-Am I... bleeding internally, or is this... just the... natural course of death?

She assures him he’s fine.

He blinks.

Then leans forward very slowly and whispers:

-I cannot... feel my soul.

A minute later:

-I believe... the gauze is stealing... my life.

She laughs.

He looks genuinely betrayed.

-You find my... suffering amusing. This will... be noted.

Later, in the car, he turns to her with a faint frown and mutters:

-I dreamed... of you. You were holding... my.... head and saying... I was beautiful. Did you... say that in real... life too?

She doesn’t answer.

He closes his eyes.

-I... knew it.

[edgessunflower]

Angel

Pairing: Eric Draven x Fem reader

Description: Eric thought he would never fall in love after losing Shelly but then you came into his life and became his angel

The story is changed slightly where Eric survived but still becomes the Crow

Eric had almost forgotten what rain felt like since he had kept himself in his new home after losing Shelly and being near death himself had broken and traumatized him leading to him becoming depressed and not only on medication for severe anxiety but also just to help him sleep through the night and stay asleep without waking up from the nightmares of what happened to him and having to see shelly being assaulted and killed in front of him. He first met you when you had found his crow with a broken wing leading you to slowly take care of and let it go once recovered leaving a small note attached to it's foot leading him to find you one evening as you came home from work finding him at your doorstep, "You helped him" that moment led to on and off run ins with each other as you got to know each other more in which a natural chemistry formed between the two of you over the next few weeks before you invited him over to your place for dinner and movies not knowing that night would reveal blossoming feelings for each other as the next two weeks passed by finally feeling relaxed about having time off from work as you slowly got ready for eric to come over wearing a loose yellow dress before making dinner deciding to make classic Italian pasta smiling when you heard a knock as you finished cooking and grabbed the bottle of wine from the fridge. He brought you flowers and the two of you talked with smiles and secret glancing at each other in between bites of food and sips of red wine before the two of you sat on the couch and began to watch movies together finding out that you had similar choices in movies which made you both burst into laughter before watching the first movie and as time went on you slowly ended up laying on him with your head on his chest and arms by his sides while one of his hands laid over your hand and the other slowly ran along your back feeling the fabric of your dress over your soft skin, "I've...never felt this safe or comfortable with anyone before..." he looked down at you while you continued watching the movie feeling his hand gently run through your short hair peeking at him from the corner of your eye admiring his soft natural features before he gently grabbed your chin and turned your face to look at him which made your heart quiver and shake as you looked each other in the eye feeling his thumb gently caress your chin before he spoke quietly while still looking at you. "You're an angel...you truly don't know how much you have helped me without even knowing it" your heart fluttered at his words seeing the emotions in his eyes as he intertwined his free hand with yours while your other hand moved hair away from his face in a moment of budding intimacy and tenderness as you both felt many things that neither of you had felt in since he lost shelly and you learned that he was different like you and wasn't like the people who had hurt and left you broken for so long, "I want...to let you in Eric, I want this" before either of you knew it a soft and vulnerable kiss is shared leading to slow paused kisses as you held each other on the couch smiling against each other's lips before three hours later the two of you were asleep on the couch and from that night on things slowly fell into place for the two of you not just with your blossoming relationship but also with opening up to each other and moving on from your equally broken pasts finding healing, solace, and purpose in each other with you being his angel and him being your light in the darkness.

[adoresoperecs]

Spencer Reid Masterlist Series

Speak my mind @elslvrsworld

Summary: your boy was always getting shushed, so you gave him a moment or two to speak his mind

Meddle about @sundrop-writes

Summary: You hate it when Morgan teases Reid. So when Morgan says that you are Reid's 'Mommy' - you verbally fire back without even thinking about it.

Reader being the first to treat spencer gently @sadsstoptalkingfr

Whats a girl to do @de4dlyniightshade

Pretty boy @viixenvi

Summary: You and Spence have just come back from an amazing date, he watches you undress to change and it makes him very flustered. You notice he has a boner, and since he's not very experienced, you decide to help him through it.

Feral @de4dlyniightshade

Spencer masterlist @angellsell

Cross my heart @januaryembrs

Summary: Spencer's wife struggles with the aftermath of JJ's confession

total eclipse of the heart @pathologicalreid

Summary: Spencer is a simple man and just wants you to not blind yourself by staring at the eclipse.

Hearts Desire @waywardxrhea

Summary: When working a serial killer case in Tennessee, you become the bait for a violent unsub whose victims all match your description. When going after the man you collapse and are rushed to the hospital for medical treatment.

F the police @welikeimagines-andfandoms

Summary: Reader takes ‘f the police’ a little literally

Off my face @avis-writeshq

Summary: “i’m off my face in love with you.” in which reader gets drunk and spencer has to nurse her back to health.

Your lips, my lips @ipseitydelrey

Summary: After spencer returns home early from a case, you come back home after work to find him in an incredibly compromised position.

Future Technical Analyst Reid @mindfullycriminal

Summary: Your daughter wants to dress up as her favorite member of her dad’s team at work. However, she’s determined her costume needs to be as authentic as possible.

Being Spencers first @love-fictional-ppl

Summary: basically being Spencer’s first everything

A lack of caffeine @happyhauntt

 Summary: Caffeine makes the world go 'round. that's something you and spencer can agree on.

Fuck it @unhingedgirlythings

Summary: Reader gets her date interrupted when Hotch calls up asking for her to get to the BAU. Reader rushes over still dressed up and a certain dr can’t keep her eyes off her teehee.

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐲 ♡ @springtyme

Summary: Spencer truly can’t believe how lucky he is to have you in his life. With you, everything just feels so natural, despite him being in completely foreign waters. You keep being patient with him, every step of the way. With you, everything just falls into place, like the missing piece of a puzzle finally fitting snugly into its spot. All he ever want to do is make you smile, even when it means that he has to lose in chess on purpose.

505 @reiderwriter

Summary: When you fall asleep on the overnight drive between one case and the next, Spencer gets awfully distracted by your sleep-talking.

No sign of danger @pathologicalreid

Summary: When SWAT makes a mistake that puts you in danger, your boyfriend is... displeased

No vacancy @kiss-inthekitchen

Summary: You get stuck sharing a room with your favorite boy genius who absolutely cannot know that you have feelings for him. and also, there’s only one bed.

Deprivation @reiding-writing

Summary: Spencer needs support. He needs it. But he for the life of him just cannot reach out for it himself. And after one particular case, you make an effort to try and quell is emotional rampage.

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐝 ♡ @springtyme

Summary: Spencer comes home to find you sleeping on his couch and suddenly he can't help but ask you to take the next step in your relationship.

I wanna hear @sunshine-on-marz

Say don't go @alwaysmoncheri

Summary: Spencer gets drunk and you offer to take him home. your intentions are clear, you long for him to offer you to stay, but when you do, your relationship becomes more unclear.

As your husband, I declare you mine @simp4eshal

You're talking about him! @ddejavvu

Picture perfect @lizzyk137

Summary: After months of not hearing from Spencer you move on, breaking both of your hearts. What he wasn't expecting was a frantic call from you one night.

I like the way you kiss me @rynwritesreid

Summary: Spencer is nervous about being in a relationship with you, because of what his friends would think and the age gap you two had. But when it comes down to it, all that matters to him is you.

Clingy @street-smarts00

Summary: You tended to be very expressive with your friends when showing your affection. Whether it showed in pet names or physical touch. Only thing is, Spencer thinks he’s falling in love with you, and all of your sweet affectionate actions are starting to take a toll on his unrequited heart. At least, he thinks it’s unrequited. 

From now on @aperrywilliams

Summary: After faking his death for seven months, Spencer is back just to find out you’re eight months pregnant. After the initial commotion and your denial, you both step into the apartment you used to share. Things have changed and you must talk about it.

Birthday meal @mindfullycriminal

Summary: When Spencer reminisces about the meal his grandmother made for him every year and how it’s still his favorite food, you decide to recreate the memory.

spencer reid x student!reader @celeryb1tch

Summary: When spencer gets home from work he finds that you haven’t finished your essay, so he tries to ease your mind.

Rave baby @shojizbae

Summary: After a long case, some of the team pitstops at your apartment, and Morgan takes the liberty of searching through some memories. He comes across some scandalous photos that light a fire in Reid.

Puzzling @pathologicalreid

Summary: Trying to tell Spencer you're pregnant, but he's too concerned with your well-being to fill out your custom crossword puzzle

A grey day @happyhauntt

Summary: Spencer meets the newest member of the department.

The perfect gentlemen @dr-spencer-reids-queen

Summary: Spencer is the perfect gentleman for you, in every way that counts.

Black cat girlfriend @januaryembrs

Summary: The team meet Spencer's new girlfriend and she doesn't look quite like they'd imagined

Reunion @reiding-writing

Floored Decisions @dream-a-little-bigger-x

Sweater Whether @womenloverlmao

Summary: Y/N comes into their living area wearing one of Spencer's sweaters and it has more of an effect on him than intended.

Pounding @actually-safer-to-kiss

Summary: Reader has a migraine, and Spencer wants to help.

Doubt @michelle-is-writing

Thank God for Dr. Spencer Reid @miley1442111

Summary: your shitty family is in town and spencer is away, what will you do?

Two sides of the same coin @reidsrambles

To have and to hold @iinterstellaarr

Summary: You absolutely adore the promise ring Spencer had gotten you a few months ago, but maybe he needs one too..

Oh baby @reiderwriter

Wellness check @shojizbae

Eidetic memory be dammed @mieczyslawsravenclaw

Summary: Spencer is tired of only having the memory of you to enjoy during his spicy times, so he just has to intrude into your hotel room after a case is finished…

Meant to be @wheelsupimagine

Summary: A case reminded Spencer of his past and you the only friend he had in high school, what if one day you two meet again in DC.

House of memories @1-800-local-slut

Summary: A look at your life with Spencer through the eyes of his teammates

Black liner @gardenof-venus

Summary: Spencer’s head felt so full and so damn empty watching you apply the black liner around your plump lips.

Passenger @stressedemoblackbratz

Request: i saw on your masterlist that you write for Spencer Reid, do you take CM requests? if so, could you please write a cute Spencer x black!reader story where she’s a forensic analyst or something close to that. i’m dying to read about him with a black woman lol

An oblivious genius @sreidisms

Summary: Spencer has feelings for you but is too oblivious to realize - Gideon helps him.

Shameless @pastanest

Whos your barber @samuelsdean

Summary: “You move fast, kid.” he turned to Spencer who looked like he was on the verge of passing out. “letting Y/N cut your hair without going on a first date.”

Hearts @violetrainbow412-blog

Summary: morning coffees become the special moments between you and Spencer, but you also discover that he may have more competition for his love than you expected.

Appetizer @sailorholly

Summary: A night out with the team takes a delicious turn.

I found you @iconicstoner

Summary: You and Spencer have been friends for years, so it only makes sense you went to a local St. Patrick’s Day parade together. However, when he loses you at the parade he realizes how important it is that you know how much he loves you, so of course, he confesses.

Same sky @kiss-inthekitchen

Summary: A late-night phone call with Spencer. unruly amounts of fluff. no gender identifiers in this one. My apologies to residents of Las Vegas, i did insult your city's aesthetics. I had to do it. for the plot

Mornings @spncvr

Summary: Waking up with spencer

Toaster waffles @nereidprinc3ss

Summary: In which Spencer is woken up by fem!reader and their young daughter after being away on a case

She blinded me with science @whiskeyghoul

Forgot something @womenloverlmao

Summary: Reader is set on the fact that Spencer forgot something when he got called into a case late but he can't figure out what that could be.

Resemblance @incognit0slut

Summary: You’re flabbergasted at how much your son resembles your husband.

Peace of mind @gardenof-venus

Summary: Following his release from prison, Spencer didn’t have the easiest time expressing his emotions, but gradually through the arms of a woman that smells of pomegranates and nag champa, he found peace.

Isn't she pretty, daddy? @reiderwriter

Summary: You're a little bit worried about one of your brightest students recently, so you call her Dad to come in for a meeting. Her absolutely adorable - and single - Dad.

[geraldmariaivo]

Another one of these

Damian’s new classmate is odd, though not nearly as unpleasant to be around as everyone else at the school.

He doesn’t seem to be from wealthy family, but he also seems mostly unconcerned with the punishments doled out by the school for “getting into fights with his peers,” unlike many of the students in on academic programs. He thinks himself stupid, but Damian would be worried about having him as a rogue from the things he’s seen the boy tinkering with if he didn’t know that Fenton had his heart set on NASA. He’s clumsy, but it seems to be out of habit rather than any true issues with balance and spatial awareness. He filled in Damian’s gaps in knowledge concerning social structures and how to operate within them, with only minimal prompting. Whenever Damian forgot a word or figure of speech in English, and used the equivalent in a different language, Fenton always understood.

He has a dog that he has yet to let meet, but claims that “Cujo isn’t really my dog, he just hangs around.”

He is clearly metahuman. If the abnormal body temperature, changing eye color, and ability to avoid Damian so consistently weren’t enough evidence, then the fact that his presence made Damian so at ease, made him feel safe, energized, and reassured of his own competence in some strange way the not even his father or Richard could, was the nail in the coffin.

Naturally, Damian sought out his company during lunch and group projects.

It was only logical to evaluate Fenton so as to make sure he knew what to expect should the boy be controlled either by extortion or by any of the rogues’ mind control methods. It was only a beneficial side effect that doing so made Damian feel safer, made his thoughts of inadequacy quiet down, and made it easier to rest without a weapon. It also helped that Fenton didn’t question things like most of his family did. His peer didn’t ask why he needed a nap after a 3-day weekend with no homework. He didn’t ask why Damian was out “sick” so often. He simply handed Damian a sleeping mask to make it easier to rest, even if he didn’t fall asleep. He gave Damian a guide to the shorthand he used for class notes, and filled him in on what he missed whenever he came home from being “ill.” He offered smuggled-in over the counter medications during study sessions freely, and with no question as to why Damian favored his right leg for the next week or so.

Damian saw Fenton during patrol once, when he and Batman had gotten to the crime scene after Fenton had broken the ribs of one of the robbers.

Damian would even go so far as to call Fenton his peer in his civilian life, though he would appreciate it if the rest of his siblings would stop teasing him about his “new friend,” and asking him “when are you going to invite your friend over?”

As tempting as it was to stab them into stopping it, he didn’t want to be on the receiving end of Alfred’s disappointed stare.

This fondness for Fenton was the only reason he didn’t immediately hold a knife to the boy’s throat when it was clear that he knew about what had happened.

“What had happened” being Damian falling through his chair, and partway into the ground with no warning.

That, and Fenton’s response of “Damn, this is the first time I’ve seen you fall through something all year. What made you finally slip up? Family issues? Death day coming up?”