#morgan x sister!reader

[justyouraverage-simp]

grief// peter parker

pairing: mcu!peter parker x reader (platonic), morgan stark x reader (platonic)

warnings: sad morgan stark, tony starks death

summary: you and peter try to help morgan understand death and grief

 Losing her dad was the hardest thing Y/N has been through. He was her best friend and was there beside her through everything. Sure Y/N lost her mum but she was 4 at the time she can't really remember her or what it felt like, only what Tony had told her.

When she found out her step-mum was pregnant she was originally scared she would no longer have her dad by her side, but she couldn't have been more wrong. Tony was still there for Y/N, obviously he had to split his time now between his two daughters but he loved them both equally. Tony explained to Y/N she will always be his first girl, no one could take that title away from her, not Pepper, not Morgan. No one.

The bond she shared with her step-sister Morgan was extremely special. The age-gap between them was 16 years so everyone assumed they wouldn't spend anytime with each other, that Y/N would just ignore her little sister but they couldn't have been anymore wrong. Y/N and Morgan were attached at the hip and as Morgan grew up Tony immediately noticed traits of Y/N at the age in her. They would spend time out on the docks playing or sneaking into the garage even though Tony had told them both multiple times they weren't allowed in there. It was clear that as Morgan grew up she would not only have one protector in her dad she would also have one in her big sister.

Another person that meant the world to Y/N was Peter Parker. He became very important to her after her dad asked him to help with going against Steve and after that they became very close friends as he was only one year older than Y/N. Unfortunately, he was one of the millions that disappeared during the snap, losing him was hard for Y/N she didn't really know what to do with herself.

-

It had been 2 months since they said goodbye to Tony and it hadn't been easy for the three children. It was hardest for Morgan, she was only 4 so didn't really understand where her daddy had gone and why he wasn't coming back, all she did know is that she missed him.

Peter felt guilty, he was with him when he did pass and he also knew Tony felt guilty because he got blipped so he fought to get Peter back. Meeting Morgan was hard for Peter, it was a week after Tony had passed and he was meeting his youngest daughter for the first time. Peter knew that wasn't how he wanted him to meet her but it was just how it was. Peter was Y/N's rock, she felt like she had to put a brave face on for Pepper and Morgan so when she wasn't around them she would break but luckily Peter was always there to pick up the pieces.

"Y/N can you go find your sister please and tell her lunch is ready?" Pepper said as she finished preparing lunch.

"Yeah of course Mum" Y/N replied "Pete you coming?"

Morgan was a creature of habit and would only ever really be in a few places. Either Tony’s garage, the docks or the back garden although she wasn’t allowed on the docks alone so Y/N and Peter checked the garage first although she wasn’t there. 

Y/N and Peter headed into the back garden and heard some quiet sniffles coming from the tent Tony had put up for Morgan so she could play in there. They both walked over and Y/N pulled back the opening to the tent to see Morgan clutching a photo of her and Tony from the day she was born. 

“Oh morg, what’s with the tears?” Y/N said as she sat just outside the tent. 

“Miss daddy” Morgan said as she wiped her tears.

“Oh princess I know you do but I can bet you now he wouldn’t want you to cry so why don’t we wipe those tears and then we can go eat some lunch how does that sound?” Peter said. 

“Y/N why don’t you miss daddy?” Morgan said as she sat in Y/N’s lap.

“I do baby but that’s the thing when someone leaves us some days I won’t really think about it and some days he is all I can think about and that’s okay, you know why?” Y/N said as she held Morgan close.

“Why?” Morgan sniffed

“Because when we lose someone it’s like a huge rollercoaster you can go from being really happy to really sad and you can feel all those but you need to promise me that you won’t go through all that alone okay? If you feel sad I want you to come and find me, Peter or mum and we will help you through it okay ” 

“We love you Morgan, don’t ever forget that okay” Peter said 

“Love you both too” Morgan said.

-

It was the next night and Y/N was putting Morgan to bed whilst Pepper finished up some work. Morgan jumped into her bed and snuggled into her pillow and Y/n tucked her into her duvet. 

“Goodnight Morgan, love you” Y/N said as she went to turn the light off that was on Morgan’s bedside table. 

“Y/N can I ask you a question?”

“Of course” Y/N said as she sat back down 

“Do you think daddy is watching us right now?” 

“Of course he is and he will always be looking over you forever” Y/N said as she pressed a kiss to Morgan’s forehead. Navigating grief is hard enough for anyone especially a child but Morgan was luckily. She had the best big sister ever who would do anything for her.

[bucker3911]

[cas-kingdom]

can you write reader x agent rossi, with the dialogue prompt: "did you just call me grandad?"

A/N: Only now realising I forgot to use the dialogue prompt haha.

Over the few months you had been an official member of the BAU, the team had undoubtedly learnt more about the girl they'd each raised in part. Naturally, they'd all deemed themselves pretty brushed up on one Y/N Reid, having been subjected to all the homework questions and babysitting duties the moment Spencer had joined the team. But since your official enlistment, CV, interview and all (though Hotch would be lying if he'd glanced much longer than five seconds at the applications of other graduate candidates), they considered themselves professionals.

Profilers at their best, Hotch had discovered your self-confidence was not as high as you liked others to believe, which often bled into your countenance on the field. Not the worst thing, easy to manage. He planned to talk to you about it soon.

Derek had placed a bet with himself that you were more protective of Spencer on the field than he was of you. Endearing. He found it sweet that Spencer didn't even notice.

J.J. had figured out you absolutely hated ice cream, and Emily had decided you pretended you did because it was Spencer's favourite food. Penelope insisted you had a natural talent with computers. You insisted you did not.

Rossi, meanwhile, had found out that you had an affinity for using him as your pillow. Spencer was slightly ahead of him, of course, but he hadn't yet noticed you using anyone else. At first he'd figured it wasn't intentional, but somehow, when you were on the jet, you typically found yourself beside him. Profiling told him now you did it because you felt safe with him, subconsciously or not. He couldn't complain about that.

On this particular trip, you had nodded off only half an hour ago as Rossi helped Hotch with some paperwork. The girl leaning into his side didn't bother him and never had. He'd draped his jacket over your shoulders, as he always did, and got on with it.

You didn't usually wake until the plane was due for landing, but this time you jolted a little, eyes flickering open as you lifted your head from Rossi's shoulder and glanced blearily around you.

"Good morning," Rossi said affectionately, fixing the jacket around your shoulders.

You turned to look at him, taking a second to process who he was before you frowned. "It's morning?"

Rossi nodded seriously and sat back. "Oh, yeah. You've been sleeping on me for hours."

With how sleep-addled your mind was, you had no clue if he was joking or not, or even if you were awake or dreaming. Thankfully, you had enough consciousness to notice the rare smile on Hotch, who sat opposite over his own papers, and then the twinkle in Rossi's eyes when you turned back to him.

Groaning, you fell back against your seat. Rossi chuckled and reached over to pat your leg.

"Only teasing, kiddo. Go back to sleep. Still three hours to go."

You rubbed at your eyes with a yawn but listened nonetheless. "You're mean, Grandad," you mumbled before swiftly finding your previous place buried into his side and falling quicker into sleep than both Rossi and Hotch had ever seen someone achieve.

Rossi stared at Hotch. "I don't know if that was an insult or a very endearing compliment."

Hotch chuckled quietly. “I think it was a mix of both.”

Rossi adjusted the jacket again. “Hmm. No, that doesn’t reassure me.”

Later, Spencer would tell him it had likely been an insult. No matter. Rossi would be your Grandad if your feeling safe was the result.

Criminal Minds Masterpost

[lunajay33]

Guardian🩶

Summary: You’re Sam and Deans little sister and they always looked out for you, so when you feel like you disappoint your dad, they all remember how fragile you are

Pairing: Big brother Deah Winchester x little sister f!reader, big brother Sam x little sister reader, Father John x daughter reader

•Masterlist•

Growing up as the youngest in the family of hunters was rough but being a girl was even harder, you always tried your best to live up to your fathers expectations and be as strong as your brothers but in some way you felt like you always fell short

Now you were all older, Dean was 26, Sam was 22 and you were 19, Sam finally came back from College after his girlfriend died but now it was just the three of you on the road since John had left to go on his own hunting

Sitting in the back of the impala on the way to another case you were unusually quiet and the guys noticed

“You okay back there?” Dean asked looking at you from the rear view mirror

“We have bigger things to worry about” you mumble not wanting to add to the bigger case here

“Hey you’re out baby sister you matter more than some case, so what’s going on?” Sam asks as he turns in the front seat to look at you

“I…….i miss dad, i feel lost without him” you don’t mean to but the tears drip down your face something you rarely did which shocked them, seeing the panic on their faces you wiped your tears and balled up in the back seat

“He’s been gone months you’ve seemed fine” Dean states you knew they missed him too but your relationship with your father was different you are his little girl even if you didn’t always make him proud

“It’s nothing”

“Come on Angel”

“I just don’t wanna lose anyone else, I love you both more than you could know and I love our time together, but I want dad too”

“We’re here” Dean said pulling up to the motel, you all settled in tired from a long drive

“I’m gonna go see Meg I’ll bring food on the way back” Sam said after he hung up the phone probably talking to this Meg chick

Now it was just Dean and you sat across from each other on opposite beds

“Dean can I ask you something” you ask biting your lip anxiously, after your father left you felt the weight of disappointment crushing you

“What is it kid, you’re so glum today”

“Do you think…..do you think dads proud of me?” His eyes widened but you could see the hurt

“The hell are you talking about, he loves you, you’re probably his favourite”

“I think he left because of me, because of the way things happened on the last case with just me you and dad, I made a mistake and I disappointed him and he left, I didn’t mean to”

“Baby girl you did nothing wrong, he just had a case he needed to work on alone, said it was too dangerous for us to go” he said sitting next to you in the bed wrapping his around your shoulders

“Maybe I should leave, I always held you guys back anyways”

“Hey don’t talk like that you’re family you’re not going anywhere you hear me?” He grunts out

You sigh mentally and physically exhausted

“I think I’m gonna turn in early” you say crawling up the bed and pulling the covers up, you slept through the night not even waking up for dinner when Sam got back

The case went on and you all did some digging, you were looking through a book when you found that symbol again, it was used for ancient spirits that someone could use to their will, Sam had found Meg’s hide out and so you all drove down there

“Y/n you’re sitting this one out” Dean says as you all get out of the car that’s blocked a street away from Meg’s building

“What why I can help”

They loaded up on weapons like usual

“Because kid you’re not in your right mind right now, it ain’t your fault but I just want you to take it easy for this one, just stay in the car we will be back in no time” you wanted to fight Dean on this but the look he gave you shut you up, you didn’t wanna disappoint him too

“Okay just be safe”

You sat in the car waiting and waiting until you saw them in the rearview mirror running across the street running in the direction of our hide out, you got out running behind them but they were farther ahead than you, when you got to the hideout room you heard screaming, you bust into the room seeing shadows slashing at Dean Sam and……and John, you run infront of your father taking the harsh slashes from the spirits, you can feel you stomach being shredded, claws run down your face then you felt 4 long claws go straight through your back, gasping for air that you couldn’t inhale, you drop to the floor the pain unimaginable

Sam sets off a flare destroying the spirits, someone dragged you out into the hallway as you came back into focus seeing the three of them watching over you

“Daddy I’m sorry, I just…..*gasp* wanted to make you proud” then everything fades quickly leaving nothing but black

John, Dean and Sam brought you to the hospital, waiting for your diagnosing the nurses helped patch them up, they waited in your room sitting around your hospital bed praying you’d wake up

“How is she doc?” Dean asks as the doctor walks in to check your progress

“This was one angry bear, slashing is one thing but to stab its claws through her is strange behaviour” they boys looked at each other hoping the doctor believed the lie

“But we’ve done all we could, she lost a lot of blood we just have to wait for her to wake up, sometimes talking to patients who are unconscious helps bring them back, might wanna try it” he said before he left the room

Sam held you hand as he pushed back stray hairs that stuck to your face

“Please pull through, you’re the glue that holds us together, the person who brightens our hellish lives, we need you” he sighs resting his head against your intertwined hands, John and Dean had a war going on inside their heads, Sam always had a different relationship with you than Dean, Dean was crazy protective and still saw you like you were the baby he first held, Sam saw you like his twin, his confidant and the only one in the family who understood him, and those last words you said played over and over again in Johns head

They stayed there for hours just waiting for any sign that you’d wake up until eventually they all passed out from exhaustion, you woke up late in the night, the only thing that lit the room was a lamp on a near by table

You try to sit up but let out a little scream when you feel the wounds that littered your body, waking the others up, they stood by your bed , John at your right Sam next to him and Dean on your left

“Sweetheart you’re up, you’re one tough cookie” John says resting his hand against your cheek

“Are you guys okay?”

“We’re not the ones who are in the hospital bed Angel” Dean smiles squeezing your hand

“I just wanted to help, wanted to protect you daddy” when you called him that it struck right through his heart, remembering how you’re really just his little girl the one who’d stay up late into the night at the end of the motel beds waiting for him to come back, squealing when he’d walk through the door jumping into his arms

“I’m sorry baby girl, Dean told me what’s been going on and you have to know, even though I can be a hard ass sometimes I love you more than anything, I remember when your mother first had you and I held you in my arms I knew I’d do anything to make you happy and safe and I know your brothers felt the same, I’m sorry I left and made you feel like I was disappointed in you, you’re the strongest young lady I know, especially to have to deal with these two all day everyday, I love you sweetheart, my hope” by the time he was done you were a blubbering mess finally letting out all this pent up emotions

“I love you too, please don’t leave me, I need you dad”

“I’ll stay angel, I’ll stay”

[waltermis]

Stripper

Y/N: Hey mom! Hey dad! Momo, Spidey boy. Have a good day, you guys.

Pepper: We already did that.

Tony: It's 3:30...

Morgan: How are you just waking up?

Y/N: I set my alarm for noon. I must've slept through it. I was working late promoting a new club. Oh, by the way, here is the insurance money.

*hands Pepper a wad of cash all in $1 bills*

Pepper: Thank you...

Peter: A lot of singles in there.

Happy: What exactly do you do at this club?

Y/N *sarcastic*: Oh, right. 'Cause I'm a stripper, Happy. Hehe...

*silence*

Y/N: OH MY GOD! Do you really think I'm a stripper?!

*Pepper drops the wad of cash*

Everybody: No.....

Rhodey: Yes!!

[corrodedcoffins-blog]

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[arlana-likes-to-write]

Second Chance - Chapter 2

Masterlist 

Warning: mention of chemotherapy and symptoms, mention of death 

Word count: 3.3k

Tony held open the door for you to head back into the tower. Exhaustion was the best way to describe how you were feeling. Every part of your body was sore. To your surprise, a small body ran into your legs. You looked down at a young girl with shoulder-length brown hair and eyes identical to yours and Tony’s. “Hi,” you smiled. She blinked up at you. You could see the gears in her brain trying to figure out who you were. “You must be Princess Morgan I’ve heard so much about.” It was a little white lie. The CEO and billionaire kept their daughter out of the limelight as best as possible. But they did announce her birth. She took a step back, glancing behind you to look at her mom and dad. 

“Who are you?” She asked. You smiled. Now that was a complicated question as it wasn’t a simple answer. How do you tell a child that you were her sister? 

“I’m a friend of your dad's,” it wasn’t a total lie but not the full truth. You didn’t like lying to kids just because they were younger wasn’t a good enough reason to lie to them. “We haven’t seen each other in a long time.”

“Why is that?” One of the reasons you loved kids so much was their thousand and one questions. You heard hurried footsteps walking behind the younger girl. It was the Black Widow. 

“Sorry, Pepper,” she said. “This little nugget is very sneaky.” She attacked Morgan’s sides which made the girl dissolve into a fit of giggles. 

“Don’t worry about it Nat,” the CEO said. “We are done talking.” Morgan gasped suddenly, bringing the attention back to her. 

“If you're friends with my daddy, does that make us friends?” She asked. Ah. The minds of children were so simple, you envied them. 

“Do you want to be friends?” You questioned. She nodded, jumping on the balls of her feet. 

“New friend, new friend. Let’s go play,” she grabbed your hand. 

“Morgan,” Pepper’s voice was stern with a hint of amusement at her daughter but Morgan stopped in her tracks. “You have to ask before you drag someone off.” She sighed, dropping her hand. 

“Can you play with me?” She asked. Oh, it was so hard for you to say no to little kids. You saw Pepper speak with eyes, ‘You don’t have to.’ But you nodded. 

“Lead the way, Princess Morgan,” she giggled, grabbing your hand again and dragging you off. 

*

Pepper watched with a fond smile on her face as the duo ran off. She was surprised by how well you handled everything. You had to be no more than 25 but you walked around with such grace and a positive outlook on the world. She looked at her husband, who has been oddly quiet since they learned of your condition. “Are you okay?” She asked, rubbing his arm. Her gentle touch seemed to snap him out of his trance. 

“FRIDAY, please call all available Avengers to the conference room,” he ordered the AI. “Tell them it’s urgent.” He took off towards the conference room without another word. Natasha raised her eyebrow, questioning his odd behavior but Pepper shook her head. It was better to explain it once. She and Natasha walked to the conference room in comfortable silence. There weren’t many Avengers in the tower. Kate and America were on a mission, Yelena was in St. Petersburg, Bruce took a short trip to New Asgard, and Rhodey was in DC with Maria and Nick. Once the fight with Thanos was over, the Avengers went back home and tried to help those who came back. Her mind seemed to wander back to you. Were you part of the population that Thanos’ snapped away?

She remembered reading about Jessica’s passing. Their paths crossed once at a conference in DC and Pepper would have never guessed she had a daughter. A daughter who shared half the DNA with her own. It was a small world. 

When Pepper entered the conference room Tony was already standing up front. She chose to stand next to him, offering any support she could give him. “I appreciate all of you coming on such short notice.”

“What’s going on Stark?” Steve questioned. 

“It has to be serious. I’ve never seen him like this.” Sam mumbled. 

“That’s because it is serious,” he snapped. The Avengers looked at each other, having a silent conversation with one another. They’ve done enough missions together to speak without saying anything. Tony sighed. “Sorry,” he apologized. “As many of you know, Y/n claims to be my daughter. Her mother and I were together before Pepper and I.”

“Where is her mother?” Bucky asked. 

“Dead,” Pepper answered. “She died in a car accident a few years ago.” 

“She has cancer,” Tony told the team. Pepper could hear the slight shake in his voice showing how much this was affecting him. It was a lot. A stranger showed up, claiming to be his daughter, and telling them she needs help. “Chemotherapy isn’t working anymore. She needs a bone marrow transplant if not she has 6 months to live.” 

“Jesus,” Sam mumbled. 

“I’m sorry, Tony,” Natasha said. “But I’m a little confused about why you called a meeting to tell us this.” Pepper was with the Black Widow on this. It made sense to tell the team all at once but she saw Tony chew on the inside of his cheek. 

“My guess is Mr. Stark is going to ask if you all can see if you are a match for Miss. Easton. Only 2% of the entire population are registered bone marrow donors,” Vision said, leaning back in his chair. “It’s a 1% chance for a parent to match their child, 50% for siblings, and 29%-79% for everyone else.” Tony nodded, resting his hand on his chin. 

“I’m asking a lot,” he said. “Especially to help a total stranger but I’m all she has left.” 

“You're wrong, Tony,” Wanda smiled. “She has us.” Pepper looked at the Sokovian. 

“I’m guessing you knew,” the CEO said. A slight blush rose on her cheeks as she nodded. 

“As soon as she introduced herself. For someone so young, she’s not scared.” 

 *

You glanced over Morgan’s shoulder as you heard footsteps approaching. It was Pepper. “Come on, come on,” she tugged on your arm. “You have to continue the story!” All her toys were laid out in a makeshift battlefield, two sides facing each other. You smiled at the CEO before returning your attention to the young girl. 

“So there they stood, the king's men facing the Swarm’s army. The king’s army were strong men who were called forth to protect their homes. But,” you picked up a stuffed animal. It was a dragon, a gift from Natasha and Bucky that Morgan informed you of. “The Swarm didn’t just have men but a dragon that breathed fire,” you noticed Pepper being more interested in the story. You set the plushie down. “The king’s hand steps forward, with the spellbound sword ready to fight the dragon. But a voice in the crowd told him to stop,” Morgan was bouncing where she sat. “The king’s daughter, Princess Phoebe stood forward and took the sword. She faced the army,” You choose one of her Barbie's as the princess, maneuvering her arm to mimic she was holding a sword over her head. “And she said, ‘I will kill the dragon and lead this army to victory. Who will join me?’ But no one stepped forward.” Morgan gasped. “The princess wasn’t worried. She knew she would have to earn the men’s trust. So, she faced the dragon,” You grabbed the plushie. “Alone.” 

“What happened? Did she win?” She asked. You sighed. 

“It was a long and hard fight,” you paused for dramatic effect. “She killed the dragon, led her father’s army to victory, and became the first Queen to sit on the throne of Krucia.” Morgan jumped up to her feet and cheered at your story's ending. She saw Pepper standing in the doorway. 

“Mommy, did you hear?” She ran over to her, throwing her body at her legs. “The princess won! She won!” You smiled at the interaction, it made you miss your mom. 

“I did,” the CEO smiled. “What do you say to Y/n?” She let go of her mother’s legs and ran back over to you. You were surprised when she hugged you tight. 

“Thank you for playing with me,” you hugged her back. “Can you tell me another story?” 

“Maybe tomorrow. I have to come up with another one. Now let’s clean up your toys,” the pout that formed on her face made you laugh. “If Princess Phoebe can beat a dragon you can clean up your toys,” you said, tapping her nose. She sighed but nodded. It didn’t take long for you both to put her toys away and the playroom was soon spotless. 

“Morgan,” Pepper said, once the last toy was put away. “Your father wants to see you in his lab.” 

“Am I in trouble?” She asked. You stifled your laughter at Pepper’s reaction, not expecting her daughter’s question. 

“Did you do something to get in trouble?” Pepper countered. Morgan shrugged, skipping past her mother. You giggled, slowly standing, and ignored the ache in your body. “Not many people get her to clean up her toys. I may have to steal that story.” 

“Go for it,” you said, placing your bag on your shoulder. “I have a ton of them.” You smiled. “I draw comic books,” you answered Pepper’s unasked question. “I learned that I can hold a child’s attention longer with pictures instead of words. I bet I’ve made up stories about all of you.” She laughed. 

“You’ll have to show us them. I’ll show you to your room.” You followed the CEO to the elevator. She told you that she was taking you to the floor below her and Tony’s. You were grateful they were giving you a place to stay, especially with how tired you were. She must have seen it in your eyes as she rubbed your back and opened the door for you. 

You were shocked, yet not surprised to see a small apartment. The door opened to a personal kitchen and a living space. Pepper walked into the living room which consisted of a dining room table, couch, and TV, and opened up the blinds to show the view of the city. “Tony knows how to spend his money for the best views,” you mumbled, walking over to the window. 

“You aren’t wrong,” Pepper said, glancing over to you. “He rented out the top of the Empire State Building for date night.” You smiled. 

“Romantic.” It was. If you had a partner and the money to spoil them like that you would do the same thing. 

“Your room is over here,” she said, leading you down a hallway, past a small closet, and into a bedroom. It was simple. A queen-sized bed was pushed against the wall with a private bathroom and closet. “We’ll make a trip to your apartment to get your things and if you need anything ask FRIDAY. She’ll order it for you.” You nodded, sitting on the bed. 

“Thank you,” you said. “I know I came here and turned everyone’s life upside down so I appreciate it.” 

“Your family,” she said simply. “Besides with this group it’s the most normal thing,” you laughed which quickly turned into a yawn. “Get some sleep and come find me if you need anything.” 

“Thank you, Pepper.” She smiled and left your room. When you heard the door close, you let out a slow breath. You felt a weight lifted off your shoulders on how well today went. But you knew you had to be realistic. Even though they agreed to help doesn’t mean they will be matched. It was a small percentage that Tony would be a match. There was a Plan B. It took a very long time for your doctor to convince you to reach out to the billionaire. Doctor Lucas Carpenter. He was a family friend and he had the honor to watch you grow up, something he liked to remind you every single day. So Plan B was to increase your chemo dosage and the frequency of the treatment. 

You rubbed your forehead and emptied your bag onto the bed. You plugged in your phone charger and attached your phone. The pill counter you used was put on the bathroom counter and the rest of your belongings were thrown on the floor to be dealt with later. You climbed underneath the covers, taking off your beanie and throwing it on top of your bag. It wasn’t long before the exhaustion of the day caught up with you and you fell asleep.    

*

“Daddy!” Morgan ran into her father’s lap. Tony had just enough time to set the swabs down before catching his youngest. “Mommy said you wanted to see me.”

“And what has Mommy said about running in my lab?” He asked. She smiled. 

“But she isn’t here now.” Tony sighed, shaking his head with a soft smile on his face. The billionaire sat Morgan down on his workbench. 

“I need you to use your best listening skills,” he tickled right underneath her ears. Her laughter echoed in the quiet lab. It was music to Tony’s ear and a wonderful reminder of the life he had. But it made him wonder what he missed with you. “Y/n needs our help,” he continued once her laughter calmed down. 

“Help?” She repeated back to him. “Is she okay? I was just playing with her.” 

“She’s sick,” Tony simply said. He wasn’t sure how to explain a topic like cancer to his youngest. He and Pepper tried to shield the darker parts of the world from Morgan and they did their best. But she was smart and knew that sometimes her daddy, aunts, and uncles had to go away to keep the world safe. “And we could help her. Do you want to try?” She nodded. He grabbed two cotton swabs, he purposely didn’t do it with the others so he could show Morgan. “I’m going to do a swab of your mouth like his,” he made sure to get the inside of both of his cheeks. Once he was done, he put it in a bag. “See simple. Are you ready?” He wasn’t going to force her to do it if he didn’t want to. She stared at the cotton swap. 

“Will it hurt?” She whispered. Tony shook his head. 

“It’ll just tickle,” he said. He wasn’t going to go into detail about the procedure if they were a match. They couldn’t get ahead of themselves. Morgan opened her mouth and Tony quickly swapped both of her cheeks. “There,” he sealed her sample and labeled it. “All done. Thank you, sweetheart. You're my hero.” Morgan shook her head, hugging her father. 

“I’m not a superhero, Daddy, you are.” At the moment, Tony didn’t feel like one. He was angry that Jessica kept you from him. Tony kissed the top of her head. 

“I love you 3000,” he whispered. 

“Love you too Daddy.” 

*

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” you heard a calming voice pull you out of your dream state. “Come on. We can’t sleep anymore.” You were awake but you did not want to be. Groaning, you buried your head deeper into the pillow. 

“Don’t wanna,” you mumbled. Someone giggled. You opened your eyes, peeking to the side, and saw that it was Wanda. “What time is it?” You asked, flopping onto your back. 

“7 o’clock,” your eyes widened. You got to the tower around 1300 and fell asleep around 1430, you did not mean to sleep for that long. “You’ve had a busy day and we wanted you to rest. But dinner is ready and you need to eat.” That was true. You had a small breakfast due to your nerves and the crackers she got you for lunch. 

“Thank you,” you said, sitting up. “Give me a second and we can head down.” You walked into the bathroom, splashing cold water on your face. 

“We are having lasagna,” she told you. You opened your pill container and pulled out an anti-nausea pill, just in case. “We weren’t sure what you liked.” 

“That’s fine,” you stepped out of the bathroom and picked up the beanie on the ground, whipping it off before placing it on your head. 

“I want you to know you don’t have to wear a beanie in front of us,” you shrugged. 

“It’s second nature to wear it,” you told her as you walked out of your room and to the front door. “Most people stare at me and I get uncomfortable. So who lives on this floor?” You asked her as you waited for the elevator. Wanda explained each floor had 4 apartments and a common space to share. Peter, Kate, and America were on your floor.

“But America is usually in Kate’s room. They’ve been dating for a few months.” Cute. You were excited to meet them. When the metal doors opened, the smells hit you immediately. You scrunch your nose, hiding your disgust as you scratch your nose. It was the worst part of chemo. Not the hair loss or the fatigue, your taste buds and sense of smell changed. Going to grocery stores was a nightmare. It was a common side effect of chemotherapy and it would go away once the treatment was over. But now it was killing you especially since you loved cooking. Cooking was a way to communicate when you didn’t know the language or the way to learn about a different culture. It was a beautiful art form and it was impossible to cook when your senses were out of whack. It changed from day to day. Some foods made you nauseous but a week later it was your comfort food. It was annoying. 

Natasha went to hand you a plate but you held up your hand, showing her the pill in your hand. She nodded, placing the plate on the counter. You quickly filled up a glass of water and took the pill. It was the tomato sauce and garlic that were causing your stomach to twist and turn. “Are you okay?” Tony asked. You nodded, filling up the glass. 

“Worst part of chemo,” you smiled. “My sense of smell and taste gets all weird.” You put some salad on your plate and opted out of the garlic bread, which hurt because you loved garlic bread. Tony smiled sadly. 

“We’ll figure it out, kid,” he said, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. It felt a little weird, receiving comfort from a man that was missing your entire life. You placed your hand on top of yours. 

“Yeah, we will.” Morgan wanted to sit next to you. So you sat next to her and Tony and Pepper on the other side of Morgan. Natasha sat in front of you with Bucky next to her. You kept out of the conversation, trying to focus on keeping the food you were eating down. 

“So,” Natasha said, directing the table to you. “Tell us about yourself.” You whipped your mouth with a napkin. 

“Like what my favorite color is?” You questioned with a teasing smile. Natasha rolled her eyes, mumbling under her breath, ‘Great now there are two of them.’ You laughed. “I was homeschooled until I reached college. I double majored in marine biology and mechanical engineering then I got my doctorate in marine biology. I lived on a sailboat for a little bit.” 

“By yourself?” Steve questioned. You nodded, taking the last bite of your salad. You wondered if they noticed your untouched lasagna. 

“Aren’t you a little young to be living on a sailboat and getting your doctorate?” You shrugged. Probably.

“I graduated college when I was 15,” you simply said, cheeks burning at their impressed looks. You didn’t like to make a big deal of your accomplishments because you knew you were lucky to have the resources to accomplish everything. But you didn’t miss the proud smile on Tony’s face. And you smiled back. 

[the-guilty-writer]

"Dodgeball"

Request: from @unknowntoyou2205 Can you do spencer platonic where she is Derek sister and generally goes to them after school but one day she comes in hurt

Derek Morgan x sister!reader, Spencer Reid x platonic!reader

Summary: You're lying to Derek about how you got hurt at school but you can't hide from a bunch of profilers, much less a genius too.

A/N: Thanks for the request! As always, feedback is appreciated.

CW: reader has minor injuries, talks of bullying, one swear word incase someone cares about that lol

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Hiding your limp would be painful, but easy. Your bloody lip on the other hand would be harder to disguise. You winced as you pressed a cold paper towel to the cut in an attempt to help the swelling go down, but it wasn’t working and if you didn’t catch the next metro to Quantico your brother, Derek, would likely assume that someone had kidnapped you. You slung your backpack over your shoulder and limped out of the bathroom towards the metro platform.

For the entire fifteen minute train ride you tried to come up with the best story possible to explain why your lip was busted- so far your best idea was just to tell everyone that you got hit in the face with a dodgeball during gym class- but there were no seats available on the underground car, forcing you to stand on your aching leg. By the time your stop was reached it was nearly impossible for you to walk normally without wincing. Still, you put on a brave face as you got into the elevator and pressed the button that would take you to the sixth floor.

You thought about your story again for just a second. Was there even a point in hiding the truth from profilers?

The elevator doors opened and you decided the best course of action was to hide your limp as best as you possibly could and go with the dodgeball story. You practiced keeping a straight face as you walked into the bullpen area.

Just like everyday they were home from a case, your brother looked over at you as you walked through the glass doors and toward his desk.

“Hey (Y/N), how was- oh what happened?” Derek stood up from his desk as you reached him, touching a gentle hand to your face.

“Dodgeball is what happened,” you said, pulling your face away. “It’s fine.”

“Are you sure it’s fine?” Spencer said from his desk.

Ugh, you thought. Profilers. “Yeah. It’s fine.”

You went to move to the empty desk across from Derek’s but couldn’t contain a wince as you sat down. You could feel the looks of your brother, Spencer, and Agent Prentiss watching you carefully as you took out your homework and continued to try to convince them that everything was truly fine.

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It was almost the end of the work day. Prentiss had already left with JJ and Garcia for girls night. Rossi had gone too- probably to do some rich guy stuff. Your brother was sitting in Hotch’s office, the two of them discussing one last consult before going home. The only people in the bullpen were you and Spencer.

You finished up your homework and put it away, grateful that you could forget about school for the day.

“So, dodgeball?” Spencer asked as you bent down to put your folder in your backpack.

“Yep,” you said. “Dodgeball.”

“And you got hit on the hip too?” Spencer said. You didn’t reply. “I don’t think there’s a formal statistic for being hit in the face with a dodgeball and on the hip at the same time, but I’d imagine the chances are about 0.032% depending on the environment.”

“I guess I’m just that lucky,” you replied, avoiding the agent’s gaze as you sat up, wincing at the movement of your hip again.

“(Y/N),” Spencer said. “Did someone hurt you?”

You sighed. “Not exactly.”

Spencer raised his eyebrows, encouraging you to go on.

“I really don’t want to talk about this.”

“I think you really should,” Spencer retorted. “You hang out around a bunch of profilers and we have Garcia. We’re going to find out what happened eventually.”

You sighed. “You won’t because it’s not on record.”

“So there was a risk of something being on record?”

Shit. You had really given yourself away on that one.

“(Y/N), if someone is being mean to you-”

“They aren’t mean to me,” you started, frustration having built up in your chest. “There’s this kid. He skipped the third grade so he’s a year younger than everyone else. He’s super nice though. I was struggling with homework the last time you guys were on a case and he just came over to me in the library one day and started helping me. I didn’t even have to ask. He reminds me of you.” You sighed. “But the upperclassmen like to pick on him. On the way to lunch there was a group trying to shove the guy in a locker and I- I couldn’t just stand there…”

“So you got in the middle of them?” Spencer asked.

You nodded. “Yeah. I have hand-to-hand training but it was still stupid of me. There were three of them and one of me.”

Spencer shook his head. “I don’t think it was stupid. I think it was brave.” He smiled at you a little bit. “I wish someone would have done that for me when I was in school.”

You were about to reply when Derek called to you from just outside Hotch’s office. “(Y/N)? You ready to go?”

You nodded and rose to your feet, wincing as you put pressure where your leg was still sore. Derek walked out of the bullpen with you and the two of you got in the elevator together.

“So,” he said. “Dodgeball got you good, huh?”

“It did. I think I need another hand-to-hand class,” you said.

Derek nodded. “Alright. We can do that. There’s one on Saturday that has an opening.”

You thought for a second about what Spencer had said before adding, “Do you think I have room to bring a friend?”

Derek smiled. “What kind of friend?”

You shook your head. “Nothing like that, big brother. Just someone who reminds me of Reid and had a run-in with a dodgeball today as well.”

Derek smiled softly. "Alright. I'll make room for your friend. And next time, maybe you should tell the dodgeball that your brother carries a gun."

You laughed. "Will do."

[spiderlily-w1tch-blog]

ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝔻𝕚𝕕 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕂𝕟𝕠𝕨?

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Benny touched a cursed Mirror that makes an evil Mirror Image of the person and it came down to where they both stood in front of me, Ethan and Sarah. They looked exactly the same and were both trying to convince us that they were the real one so we’d send the other one into the mirror.

“Tell us something-“ Ethan began but I cut him off.

“That won’t work, the Mirror image knows everything the real Benny knows.”

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: I do not own MBAV, all credit goes to the creators and actors

【Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

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Benny touched a cursed Mirror that makes an evil Mirror Image of the person and it came down to where they both stood in front of me, Ethan and Sarah. They looked exactly the same and were both trying to convince us that they were the real one so we’d send the other one into the mirror.

“Tell us something-“ Ethan began but I cut him off.

“That won’t work, the Mirror image knows everything the real Benny knows.” I shook my head but an idea popped into my head. “But he’s the perfect mirror image of him!” I shouted.

“Yes, we’ve established that! That’s why we can’t tell them apart!” Sarah shouted, frustrated.

“You can’t, but I can.” I stated with a grin, stepping up to ask a question.

“Hey, Benny, where were you last night?” I asked, knowing he had lied to my brother about where he was so he could sneak into my room so he couldn’t come clean about it without exposing our relationship.

“What? Why are you asking? He told us both that he was cat sitting for Grandma’s friend.” Ethan pointed out, to which I nodded at him with a smirk and looked back at the Benny’s.

“Yea, I was cat sitting.” Both Benny’s confirmed, though the real one chewed on the left side of his bottom lip while the doppelgänger chewed on the right side.

“That one! That’s the fake! Send him back!” I pointed at the one on my right side, smirking at the panic of being found out before it turned to an evil smirk.

“Congrats, little girlie, you figured it out. But I’ll be back. You can’t get rid of me forever!” He tried to threaten before my brother sent him back into the mirror. I smiled and let out a relieved sigh that it was over and ran to the real Benny. I wrapped my arms around him in a hug and inhaled his comforting scent as he hugged me back.

“How’d you know it was me? The real me?” He whispered into me hair as we hugged. I pulled back and smiled up at him.

“Yea, how did you know, sis?” Ethan came up behind us, clapping Benny on the back as Sarah pat his shoulder.

“You bite the left side of your lip when you lie.” I smiled at him and quickly tapped his lip.

“Wait- when he lies? And how did you know he wasn’t actually cat sitting last night?” Ethan asked me suspiciously. Benny and I froze, I hadn’t thought this through.

“Uh.. because...” I sighed, not being able to think of anything, “because he was with me.” I subconsciously got closer to Benny and he wrapped his arm around my back.

“What? Why didn’t you just tell me? We could’ve all just hung out together.” He looked at us before realizing we were specifically “hanging out” without him. “You guys... didn’t want me around..?” He asked, more than a little hurt that his best friend and sister didn’t want to hang out with him.

“E, it’s not what you think. We.. weren’t just hanging out.” Benny came clean as I pressing the side of my body against him, leaning into him a bit.

“What? What are you trying to say? Were you like.. practicing magic or something?” Ethan didn’t quite get it.

“Oh my god...” I rubbed my face from the exhaustion that my brother was causing with his obliviousness. “Ethan!”

“What?!” He asked, not getting what we were trying to tell him. I grabbed Benny’s face and brought him down to me, smashing my lips against my boyfriend’s.

“Now do you get it?!” I yelled at my older brother, looking at him with my boyfriend’s face still in one of my hands.

“Oh.” He blinked, entirely stunned. “Wait- you two are dating?! For How long?!” Ethan demanded, looking incredulously between us.

“Yea, our 6 months in coming up next week.” Benny said, nervous about his best friend’s reaction to dating his sister.

“You’re dating my sister. You are dating my sister! And you kept it from me!” He was clearly a bit upset.

“Because we knew you’d react like this. Why can’t you just be happy for us? We love each other. You know him, you know he won’t hurt me.” I defended, wrapping my arm tighter around Benny, standing my ground.

Sighing, he gave in, “You’re right. But I swear to god, if you do hurt her, I will help Grandma embarrass you in every way possible specifically in front of the popular girls at school.” I rolled my eyes but Benny stood at attention and saluted him, knowing full well he was dead serious. “I am happy for you guys, though.” He gave us a fond smile and put his arm around Sarah and the four of us made our way back to our house to watch movies and cuddle with our respective partners.

”Thanks, E. I know I don’t really need your approval but it’s nice to have it anyways.” I smiled at my big brother and leaned into Benny as we walked.

”If you hurt her, I will also not hesitate to drain you dry.” Sarah added nonchalantly and Benny just tightened his arm around me.

“Yea.. I know..” I giggled at his response and quickly leaned up to kiss his cheek.

“It won’t come to that, though. I know it won’t.” He grinned down at me and stole a kiss before we made it back onto the sidewalk in front of the line of houses.

[bellarkeselection]

Sister's Always Have Your Back

Request from @mrs-fanfiction-2001 I love your writing. Niklaus x reader who is sisters with Caroline and she realizes has feelings for him. The Scooby gang freaks out (mainly Damon and Elena) and kinda turns their back on her

@rosie-posie08 @colbysbrocks

Foosteps entered my bedroom where I fling myself into my twin sisters arms catching her off guard. She regained balance quickly since she was a vampire and I am still just a human. "Woah, what's wrong sis?" She asked seeing me crying a little knowing something was wrong. Brushing hair out of my face I sniffed before foosteps rushed into the room. Damon, Elena and Bonnie to be exact. My sister slightly pulled away from our hug scoffing towards the other vampire. "Damon, you can't just burst into my sister's bedroom like this. We're having a moment!" Damon waved his hand in the air rolling his eyes at her. "Well you won't be able to have any moments until we take down the hybrid. And I have the perfect plan to capture him. We use your little sister as bate." Caroline stomped her foot on the ground suddenly vamping him into the wall making him grunt. "Urgh it makes the most sense...tell her Bon." Bonnie sighed slumping her shoulders to us. "He's right. Klaus would kill the rest of us. But he won't suspect it from Y/n...what do you think?" She focused her gaze to me waiting for my opinion.

"I uh - I don't think I can do that." Damon scoffed still being held against the wall by sister. "And why not little Forbes?" Throwing my hands up in the air I immediately regretted the words that came out. Shoving my hands over my mouth seconds afterwards. "Because I think I'm falling in love with him!" Elena finally stepped up clearly taken back by my confession. "How is that possible. All he has done since he came to this town is try and kill us all!" Crossing my arms over my chest I mumbled under my breath. "Really just you..." Elena raises a brow when Damon shoved my sister back revealing his vampire fangs straight in front of my face. "He must have compelled you to think that. Because there's no way in hell that you truly feel that way. I mean he's the bad guy-" Raising my voice to the vampire I didn't believe I called these people my friends. I mean Damon used to be the bad guy before he started dating Elena. "I wasn't compelled Damon. Whatever I am feeling is real. I know you only think otherwise because you're too worried about weak Gilbert!"

Elena gasped starting to cry and backs away by Bonnie. Damon bared his teeth glancing over to my sister. "Did you know about this blonde. That she wants to jump into bed with the monster?" I felt tears slipping down my face so I decided to just run outside the house needing to get away from those people. Collapsing against a tree in the middle of the woods I slide down it burying my face in my knees crying until a whooshing sound appeared in front of me. "Y/n, I'm sorry for what Elena and Damon said. It was mean and dumb." My sister dropped down on a knee in front of me. Lifting my head from my knees sniffing I noticed Bonnie was right beside her on the ground. "Bon...you're here too. I thought you'd be with the others..." She rested her hand on my knee giving me a weak smile. "Care and I will be here for you always. So go to him and follow your heart." Wrapping my arms around my friend and my sister I smiled letting Caroline vamp me on Klaus's doorstep ringing the doorbell leaving me alone.

The front door opened and I am greeted by Klaus who is wearing a black leather jacket that I hate to admit looked better on him then Damon Salvatore. "Y/n, I wasn't expecting to see you here tonight. What do I deserve to see you?" He has a smile on his lips that drives me crazy to stride up and kiss him suddenly. I mentally smacked myself in my mind because I was the shy Forbes meaning I wouldn't have done something like this. I mean he's the big bad hybrid and here I am kissing him. When I started to break the kiss I felt his strong arms wrap around my waist kissing me back deeply. "Not that I wouldn't mind doing that again but why did you do that Y/n?" He rests his forehead against mine listening to my heart beat racing inside my chest. He enjoyed because it meant that he had an effect on you. Someone who was just a human. "I...Elena and Damon said that I was insane for...feeling something for you. I don't really know what I am feeling but...I know it's something though. If you don't feel the same way I get that...Damon was probably kidding when he said you were obsessed with me-" I'm cut off by him kissing me passionately where I wrapped my arms around his neck jumping up into his arms. He smirked holding me up in his arms. "Of course I am obsessed with you Y/n Forbes. Because you are so much more than a simple human. To me you are a queen in my eyes." Smiling down to him I crashed my lips onto his never wanting to go back.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[haee-elia]

1x06 - l.d.s.k.

pairing: morgan’s little sister who’s in nursing school x spencer reid

summary: in which derek morgan’s little sister takes care of her secret boyfriend, spencer reid, after he gets a little hurt on a case. season one masterlist; premise

word count: 1582

warnings: extreme amounts of fluff, light cursing, mentions of bruises, blood, slight pain.

You’re waiting on the couch of you and your boyfriend’s apartment when you hear a jingle from outside the door. The jingle of a set of keys you deduce as the doorknob twists and finally opens, revealing your boyfriend, Spencer Reid.

At first, his gaze finds you on the couch and a smile appears on his tired face, but then his gaze lowers to find your coffee table covered in gauze, pil bottles, alcohol wipes, band-aids, and other medical supplies.

“Oh,” He says, his key still lodged in the door keyhole.

You chuckle and echo his words, “Oh?” You meet him halfway and carefully take his go-bag and satchel bag from him, then bringing up your hands to examine his face.

Aside from the eyebags and the fatigued look, he had a split and slightly bloody lip and a few developing small bruises on his cheeks.

As you silently examined his wounds, he kept his eyes on your figure, “Who told you?” He asked quietly, there was no reason to speak louder when you were less than a foot away.

You took his hands, deposited the bags on the floor for now, and led him over to the couch where you pushed his body down to sit on the couch and you grabbed a few supplies from the coffee table.

Starting with the antiseptic and a cotton ball, you dabbed at his split lip carefully, noting when he winced at the sting, “Derek called and said you and Hotch were in a hostage situation with the unsub. Said that you were beaten up a little bit.”

“What did he really say?” Spencer asked.

You sighed and reached for a butterfly strip bandage, “That ‘pretty boy should be lucky nothing should scar’.” You relented while doing a gruff impression of your older brother.

“You really shouldn’t let my brother get to you, Spence.” You say while carefully placing the strip across his now cleaned up lip. Your boyfriend’s expressions said it all. Derek loved teasing him and you know it more than often annoyed your boyfriend.

“Why shouldn’t I?” Spencer responds, “He’s the older brother of the girl I’ve been secretly dating for a year and three months and twelve days.”

You glance at his watch to check the time, “Almost thirteen days.”

“Now your shirt, mister.” You command, starting to unbutton his plaid checkered shirt.

Spencer pouted a bit and you found yourself almost buckling under his gaze, “No kiss? I’ve been gone for days.”

You laugh at his pout and instead kiss his cheek, but you can tell he’s still dissatisfied, “You have a split lip and I haven’t washed my face yet. The last thing you need is my brother and your team finding out about us from an infection caused by a kiss.”

“Now, your shirt,” You reiterate, “You really should have gotten your ribs wrapped and taken something for the bruising.” You say.

He sighs and grumbles while helping you with the buttons of his shirt, then carefully taking it off and laying it over the back of the couch. Even though you had seen him without his shirt before, the act of you seeing him shirtless never failed to put a rosyness to his face.

“How’d you know?” He said while you grabbed a few more things from the coffee table. Namely, a roll of wrap and a pill bottle.

“Derek said you got shit beaten out of you by Hotch in order to fool the unsub.” You inform while dumping out two pills from the bottle, handing them to Spencer with a glass of water. “Here, paracetamol for the bruising.”

He takes it without a word of displeasure.

“Derek was exaggerating.” Spencer responds, “Hotch had to kick me a few times, but it wasn’t anything I hadn’t already felt before.” He trails off.

Eight months into dating Spencer had opened up about his school life as a 12-year-old genius and the brutality and bullying that he experienced from being so much younger and so much smarter than anyone else. It still made you mad every time he brought it up, his childhood ruined just because teenagers couldn’t empathize.

“Do you think he knows we’re dating?” Spencer asks, changing the subject slightly.

You shake your head as you carefully and loosely wrap the cloth around his middle section, making sure to not get it too tight.

“I don’t think so, but he is getting concerned why I won’t let him come visit my apartment.” You reply.

Spencer chuckles and then winces pretty heavily as the pain blooms in his ribs, “You mean the apartment that your lease ran out from three months ago?” He jokingly asks.

You ponder for a moment before responding, “Maybe we should finally tell him?” You question.

“Oh, no,” Spencer says as you finish wrapping his ribs. He gets up from the couch and grabs his shirt, loosely putting it back on. “No, no, no, no, no. That is a very bad idea.”

“But why?” You ask him as he walks around the room, pacing almost.

You were really young when your father died and since then, Derek has been the closest thing to a father figure in your life. It always felt bad lying to him, now especially, since you lived in D.C. attending nursing school and the distance wasn’t too great.

“Derek will kill me.” Spencer says, shaking his head at the mere notion of telling your brother, “He will literally grab his gun and shoot me in the head and we both know he has way better aim than me.”

“We’ll have to tell him eventually.” You try to reason.

Then he turns to you, full body facing you and you know that whatever he was about to say was from the non-logical part of his brain, one not often used.

“Or,” He says before pausing and holding up his hand, “We could just not.”

You laugh out loud and ignore the concept while gathering the used and unused medical supplies in your hands, going to return them in their rightful places.

As you turn your back to your boyfriend, you can still feel his presence, even more so when you feel two arms come touch your shoulders and slowly find their way down to your waist, wrapping you up in them.

“Where did you get all this anyway?” Spencer tries to change the subject while pressing a kiss on your temple.

You swat him away and step out of his embrace after placing the pill bottles back on the cupboard shelf, “Don’t change the subject, Spence.”

You craned your head and looked at him, pouting again because of the lost contact. You sigh and stop what you’re doing and then go back to return his embrace. Your head doesn’t quite reach his chin, but he still rests his head on yours comfortably.

“But,” You say, “If you must know I took them from a workshop today after Derek called me.”

Spencer’s laugh reverberates through his torso and you can feel it with your head, “You stole these supplies for me?” He asked.

“I did not steal them!” You defended yourself, “The bandages and tape were left over from a workshop I helped demonstrate today. I wasn’t paid to do the demonstration and I asked the administrator and they said I could keep these.”

He chuckled again and you sank your head against his chest, loving the ability to feel and hear his chest rise and fall with each breath he took. You were extra careful putting pressure around his abdomen, not wanting to press on any bruising he suffered.

You both sat there, in silence, just enjoying each other’s company and touch and embrace. With you in nursing school and Spencer working for the BAU, you both suffered long hours with little time that overlapped in both of your schedules. Moments like the ones you cherished in now were few and far between and quickly learned to be some of the best ways you can spend quality time together.

Spencer sighed and wiggled in your embrace, “I guess we should tell Morgan.” He grumbled.

You let out a joyful small squeal and carefully tightened your arms around your boyfriend’s middle, “Yay!”

You step out of the embrace you both shared in and reached for your phone, lying on a side end table next to the couch.

“I’ll call Derek and see if he can meet us at that one really nice Italian restaurant down at Adams Morgan this weekend and we can tell him we’re dating.” You explain. “Well, if there isn’t a case you need to go on, that is.” You add on.

As you’re looking down at your phone, you see a large hand in your peripheral vision come out and snatch your phone from you.

“Spence!” You whine as he looks at you with an equally playful and amused expression on his face.

“It’s almost 2 a.m.” He says, “Just call him in the morning.” He reasons.

“Ugh.” You respond, although you know he’s right. You resign in your mission and instead approach your boyfriend, giving him a kiss on each cheek.

“Now,” You start to say, “Let me go wash my face and then I can finally kiss you.”

You both gaze at each other with large smiles on your faces, together just relishing in the sweet moments as boyfriend and girlfriend. With a mention of a kiss, Spencer visibly perks up and reluctantly lets go of your hands.

“I’ll be waiting.”

a/n: this is so fluffy! i love it so much and i love the relationship and the derek morgan little sister aspect! fun fact: l.d.s.k. is one of my all time favorite episodes, yet i write just alluding to it.

there will for sure be a part 2 showcasing the dinner so also look forward to that. this isn’t a super long one shot, but i think it gets the job done nicely and i’m really happy with it.

also, i am currently sick and haven't had the energy to write so this is why this one shot (ldsk) is coming out before broken mirror because i haven't finished it yet. anyway, enjoy!

[mymelodymia]

Halloween with the starks

summary: the title explains it all 💀

Warnings:

A/N: yes, I know peter isn't a stark but I included him anyway. And also let's pretend that tony never.....waahhhhhhh-

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You hopped out of bed, immediately running over to your closet. Tripping since you hadn't even stretched before jumping out of bed, you quickly threw on your previously hidden costume, stepping in front of the mirror to (check yourself out) see how it looks,

It was an iron man costume, with a glow up arc reactor! I sound like a little 6 y/o after getting light up shoes 💀 then you grabbed a sharpie marker (we all see where this is going) and drew on his goatee.

You stepped out of your room and walked to the kitchen, knowing your dad would be there. Expecting him to be, oh so proud 👏🥲

Your jaw dropped to the floor upon seeing him, he was wearing a skin tight, SPIDERMAN suit! You had dressed up as him and he dressed up as your brother, (lets pretend again!!)

"What the fuck?" You both asked in unison, tony scolding you for 6 minutes after that 💀

When peter heard tony scolding your dead ass, he walked into the kitchen dressed up as your superhero! You and tony had gone completely silent, staring at him blankly, you both turned to each other, and repeated the same three words that got you scolded in the first place, but no trouble this time.

"What the fuck?? So i dressed up as dad, dad dressed up as you, and you dressed up as me?"

"That only leaves mom and morgan, what if they had the same idea" peter said just as Morgan (My little angel) waked into the room dressed as you guessed it, mom.

"So we all dressed up as each other, but not, each other?" She asked after you explained it to her.

"Yeah pretty much, but that means mom is probably dressed up as you" you said booping her nose,

The only thing I wanna do in this world

Not long after you said this, pepper walked in, dressed as you again guessed it, as morga-hold on is that a banana??

For the next 10 minutes you all just stared at each other, in denial.

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“If you don’t pick up the pace real soon I’m gonna have to leave you behind.”

You, sweating under the morning sun, were beginning to think you should have gone with Spencer and Penelope to the renaissance fair. True, dressing as the lost princess of Amandor in boots and a corset wasn't exactly your vibe, but surely anything was better than this.

You should have at least rethought Derek's offer of having you over at his for the weekend. It'll be great fun, he'd said, we can go bowling and eat good food.

You failed to see how rising with the sun to go on a morning run could be considered fun. You'd been out for ten minutes and already your shirt was sticking to your back.

As if in protest, though really it was out of absolute life or death necessity, you stopped. You bent over and put your hands on your knees, shutting your eyes against the heat. You didn't even want to look up and see Derek in all his athletic glory, not even breaking a sweat as he ran like he did it for a living...which was dangerously close to being true, now that you thought about it.

Heaving a deep breath, you peered up at him. He was wandering over to you, a grin on his face.

"That's not very nice," you said breathlessly.

Derek stopped in front of you and put his hands on his hips. A brow arched, he shook his head. “What’s not very nice is you agreeing to come on a run with me this morning and lagging behind the entire time.”

“Hey, I agreed to this run when I was tipsy. I conceded under duress.”

Derek chuckled. “Whatever you wanna call it. Hey, what do you think’s gonna happen when you join the team? You're out on the field and the bad guy’s running off, huh? Wave a hand and send someone else to do it for you? Nuh-uh, not Y/N Reid. Y/N Reid is better than that. Y/N Reid’s gonna get her ass in gear else I’ll toss her in that lake right over there before she can even tighten her shoelaces.”

So nonchalant. You straightened, eyes momentarily flicking to the lake you'd been run...promenading beside. You'd have said he wouldn't dare, but he most definitely would.

“That’s mean," you said. "Really mean. I’m telling Hotch on you." You shook your body out, mentally preparing yourself for hell, and started jogging. "Seriously," you called over your shoulder, "as soon as we get back.”

“Ass in gear, princess, ass in gear." You squawked when Derek's fingers tasered your side as he passed. "Pick up the pace, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!"

You threw your head back and groaned but followed after him all the same. Next time, you were dressing up as the lost princess of Amandor.

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Hi! What would Slashers do If their child/teenager daughter go to a Coma by a accident or somebody and what would be their reaction as well? ( She's in coma for a week or a month)

Jack fell into self-loathing at the sight of you on that hospital bed and kissed your forehead lovingly before holding your hand.

"Y/N...I couldn't protect you. I can't protect anyone..I don't know why I thought this time would be any different.."

He already lost a child because he wasn't there and would blame himself for your accident.

He should have been more careful and not make the same mistake twice.

He had hesitated to be part of your life because he knew it would end in pain for the both of you. He just thought this time would be different, even though life had proved him many times over that he wasn't meant to be a father—he had decided to be stubborn and raise you.

He should have listened to his gut.

It would have spared you both.

He would then find comfort in his old habits and drink himself to sleep, numb his feelings...

Or, lose his chill and be angry at himself and at the world, spacing in your hospital room like a mad man.

"I FUCKIN' MESSED UP ! AGAIN ! HOW MANY TIMES UNTIL YOU GET IT, JACK ?! YOU AIN'T DADDY MATERIAL !"

He looked down at you and for a second, he found himself loathing you...Not because he didn't love you. Heck. He would give up his whole existence for you...But, because you made him think of the one thing he had done right and couldn't protect.

He couldn't look at you without being reminded that it was his fault.

He sobbed above your bed and even though he reeked alcool and was a complete mess, your unconscious still held his hand and smiled.

"...You aren't perfect, but I wouldn't ask for any other dad."

And as if he could hear you, he suddenly stopped crying and looked around, as if feeling your energy in the room.

He froze for a second or two before uttering your name.

"Y/N..."

Jack is stuck on earth, but he is still part spirit. He died and came back to life, so he would be able to sense you.

He would then try everything to reach you and bring you back, because Jack Torrance ain't no quitter.

Arthur was in the middle of a business deal when he got a phone call from the hospital about you.

He barely managed to catch the essential.

A car accident. You. Hospital.

He suddenly quit everything to rush to the hospital, cursing Batman for not being there the day you needed him and praying whichever god would listen to him that you would be alright.

When he arrived, he ignored the scared nurses who scurried off his path as he went into your room—not caring that someone may call the authorities on him.

He almost killed a doctor to get his answer on what room you were in.

He ran in and when he saw you laid down on the hospital bed, he stopped dead in his tracks and his breath hitched.

He almost failed to notice Batman next to you—waiting.

He wondered if he would let him see you before dragging him out and throwing him back into Arkham ? But, Batman only grabbed his arm and grimaced at the sight of his runny make-up before wiping his face with a piece of cloth.

"Don't let your child see the monster.."

There was an ironic gentleness in his gesture and Arthur decided to let him. He was right. You deserved his relationship face.

Once finished, Batman took a step back and Arthur approached the bed before holding your hands.

"I wish I could have been stronger for them.", he confessed to Batman who didn't answer.

They both wished they could have been fast enough. Strong enough.

Arthur never told you he was the Joker.

He thought it would be enough to keep you away from who he really was.

He never admitted to you his inner darkness, even though he suspected you to have always known deep down.

"...You did something right with that one."

Batman finally said and Arthur chuckled humorlessly.

Two bad fathers at the death bed of their only good achievement.

It could almost make him cry..

Michael read to you every night.

He couldn't do it when you were conscious, because he thought Myers would wake up.

But, he could now that you were almost dead—a thought that left him incredibly depressed.

He sat by your side and worriedly stared at you and glared at whoever would touch you in his presence or try to drag him out.

He had insisted on staying, and even though they had repeated multiple times that it wouldn't do any good for him to do so, he wouldn't listen.

He just knew he had to stay.

He had taken care of the drunk driver who had 'not seen you' and after that, he had only wanted to stay by your side.

He blamed himself for letting you go alone to school that morning.

He felt guilty and sorrowful as he looked at your sleeping face.

He had succeeded in letting the only real good thing in his life slip away from him and the sole notion of losing you was simply excruciating to him.

When one of the nurses came in and saw him, she stopped dead in her tracks and sighed.

"You're not going to help them by staying here, you know ?"

He looked up at her with such sad eyes that the nurse's expression itself softened. It was terribly difficult for someone to be on the verge of losing their child and she understood.

"...Fine. I'll bring you a blanket.", she finally indulged and turned around to leave.

The moment she was gone, he leant forward towards you and rested his forehead upon yourself before whispering.

"Please...Come back."

Michael spoke and Myers squeezed your hand gently.

For once, they both agreed.

Now, Freddy had a very intense reaction to the news, he didn't want to believe it.

He didn't cry.

He didn't yell.

He didn't even blink.

"...You better come back, ya hear me, ya little brat ? Ain't no way you go and leave me here on my own with all those crazy people."

He only laughed.

He thought it was another one of your pranks when he got the phone call, but then he realized that he couldn't enter your head. At all. It was as if your whole brain had shut down on him.

It left him dumbfounded. He didn't understand. His eyes widened and for once, Freddy was speechless.

He then knelt beside you and whispered to your sleeping form.

He laughed to himself and hoped his bad joke would wake you up and you would scold him or laugh with him, but you didn't.

You were still alive, as your chest was still heaving with the rhythm of your heartbeat, but your spirit was gone.

He gently tugged a loose strand/curl of your hair behind your ear and when he was sure you couldn't hear him, he started crying.

"Please, brat...Don't leave me.", he pleaded.

He squeezed your hand and lowered the tip of his hat so he may hide his tears from you.

Freddy may act tough and uncaring, but he would burn the world for you.

He didn't say a word afterwards and he didn't see where your spectral form took his hand.

"...I'm not leaving, dad. I promise."

He refused to eat, drink or sleep.

Jason stayed impassive on the outside.

But, every decision he took showed his inner turmoil.

He wouldn't rest until he was sure you would be alright.

He had followed nurses and doctors around until someone had finally cracked and told him where your room was.

He had stormed in and almost tear all the doctors off you to see you and check that you were still breathing.

The doctors had had to explain to Jason that they were doing their best to help you before he had finally allowed them to resume.

Jason had then sat patiently down on a chair, far away from you as not to infect you with his bad luck.

He was sure it was the reason for your accident.

Jason had never been lucky in life and it was the reason for his natural clumsiness.

He just didn't think it would be past down to you.

He watched silently as the doctors plugged you to the machines he didn't understand and wrote down things he couldn't read.

It was strange to him.

Him who had never had to come to an hospital before—unless it was to finish off one of his victims.

He then looked at you and even though Jason wasn't one to cry easily, he couldn't help the few tears from falling down his cheeks.

It wasn't fair.

He needed you.

They couldn't take you.

He tentatively approached the bed and took your limp hand into his shaking one.

He couldn't just hit, crush or slay his way out of this one.

He didn't know what to do—and it scared him more than anything..

Penny simply lost his smile.

He didn't even need a phone call.

He knew instantly that something bad had happened to you and was by your side in a heartbeat.

He was the one who brought you to the hospital and he looked so lost and panicked that even the nurses knew something was definitely wrong.

He didn't want to let you go, but at the same time knew he had to let them fix you somehow..

The problem with Penny is...He isn't human.

Once he finally released you, they immediately started testing and tried to figure out what was wrong with you.

He wouldn't be able to understand what is going on with you and would need other people to help...Human people.

Him who had never needed human help before in his life had to hand over his most precious creature to them.

But, he didn't have a choice.

When they knew you had fallen into a deep coma from which they weren't even sure you would ever wake up from, the doctor in charge feared for his life as he announced it to Penny.

His eyes simply lost their light and he asked them all to leave—which they promptly did.

But, Penny didn't react as expected.

He didn't scream or tear them to pieces.

Once you were alone, he approached the bed and confessed.

"I'm sorry..I do not know how to help you. I'm lost. I wish I could understand. But, you and I are not the same. I do not breathe. I do not have blood in my veins and I don't even technically have a brain. They tell me you're in a deep sleep, like me...But, you might never wake up. And, I do not understand. I'm sorry and I...*a few tears ran down his face*...I love you."

Penny had never been so serious and it brought tears to your eyes as you tried to embrace him, but fell right through him.

"PAPA ! PAPA, I'M HERE ! I LOVE YOU TOO !"

You desperately tried to reach for him, but couldn't touch him. He was miles away and you could only watch as Penny held your body close to him.

Penny was then painfully reminded of your mortality, and you knew it would never be the same ever again..

Sadako had immediately felt your departure from your body and even though your body was still functional, your spirit had gone to another existential plane.

She had to bring you back.

"Ancestors..Hear my prayers. Give me the power over life and death. Give me strength to reach beyond the unknown and bring my child back..."

Sadako possesses a link with the spirits. She is neither alive or dead. And she would use everything in her power to wake you up, even deal her own soul.

She plunged her hand into this gap only the neither-dead-or-alive could reach and screamed as her skin burnt.

This place wasn't for evil spirits.

But, she kept going until she heard your voice.

"MOM !", you cried out as a vivid light seemed to surround you both .

You didn't want her to do get hurt and ran to her, but were restrained by forces beyond your control.

They kept you there and you looked up at your mother as she screamed in pain.

"MOM !", you cried once more and this time, she heard you.

Her eyes settled on you and it gave her strength to save you.

She screamed so loud that the other spirits had no choice but to met you go. You finally succeeded in getting free and didn't hesitate before jumping into her arms.

You both fell back and suddenly, you were back in the hospital room.

You smiled, but your smile immediately fell when you saw the state your mother was in. Her skin was dark with burnt marks and she could barely breathe.

You fell to the floor beside her and cradled her face lovingly before screaming.

"HELP ! HELP !"

A soul for a soul. She had stepped into the light and the sight alone had rendered her blind. Her punishment for fighting Nature.

But, she would gladly do it again to save you.

The worst part about being your brother was...When Morgan saw you being rolled in his department on a stretcher, he froze. He never froze.

It wasn't in his nature.

He was the calm and collected brother who never panicked, never wavered.

But, seeing you like this, realizing you were mortal and could die at any moment..It shocked him. It even made him angry.

He thought you were like them. He thought you would never get hurt or die.

He didn't say to his colleagues that he knew you. He took care of your wounds and carefully settled you in one of the room in perfect silent.

So, just the sight of you covered in bruises and scars made him realize...You would never be the same.

And, it hurt him more than anything.

He didn't say a thing, not until nobody else but the two of you were in the room.

He then looked down at you with an unreadable expression and his jaw twitched at your peaceful face.

How could you remain asleep ? How dared you make a fool out of him and not be there to take the blame ?

He leant forward and grabbed your shoulder tightly before whispering in your ear.

"I forbid you to leave me, Y/N. Do you hear me ? I know you can hear me...You better come back. I won't allow you to leave me. They might think you have no power over it, but I know you do. So, hear my words very carefully. Wake up. Wake up now. We aren't done. Fight. Keep fighting.."

After a moment, he then added.

"Because, I won't allow you to be the first person I wasn't able to save."

He had never lost a patient, he wouldn't start now.

Not here. Not now. And especially not you.

They all stayed silent and wanted to let Morgan finish his private conversation with you.

He refused to lose you and would make sure to make you wake up and face him.

You wouldn't get off the hook so easily.

He didn't hear the rest of the family come in until they were all in the room.

But, he wordlessly stood up and left.

He had said everything he needed to say to you.

He wouldn't let you leave.

You were the light of this family, and he refused to let your light vanish.

He would find a way.

He would...

Morgan fell to his knees the moment he was out of the hospital and clenched his teeth before screaming.

"DAMN IT !"

...The whole hospital heard his scream, but by the time anyone could walk out, he was already gone..

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The team was flying home from a case, on the jet. It was the night before Halloween and it was Y/n and Spencer’s tradition that Y/n picks what movie they watch, then Spencer’s choice for what they do Halloween night. This year was no different.

Most of the team was listening to Spencer ask David Rossi all his plethora of questions, “Hey, Pretty boy, why don’t you leave some questions for tomorrow?” Derek says, with a lightly teasing tone. His words cause Spencer to immediately shut his mouth and sending Rossi an apologetic smile, for what feels like the hundredth time today.

“Leave him alone, D” Y/n says to her brother, from beside Spencer, getting up with everyone else once they feel the jet land and stop. 

“So, what are you and Pretty boy doing tonight, for your Halloween marathon?” Derek asks, while following the two in question out of the jet. He doesn’t really care, he just likes teasing his baby sister and Spencer about how much time they spend together.

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Spencer and Y/n live in the same building, one of the reasons they’ve gotten so close, to consider each other their best friends. They each went into their respective apartments, just down the hall from each other, Y/n putting her go-bag away/ and Spencer starting to get their movie night ready.

Half way through their first movie, Y/n can tell that Spencer wants to say something but is keeping it inside. Grabbing the remote Y/n pauses the movie, turning on the couch to face Spencer.

“What do you want to ask, Spence?”

Spencer doesn’t respond for a moment, before finally giving in knowing Y/n and knowing she doesn't give up.

“Why do you think Derek calls me ‘Pretty boy’?” Spencer says not looking away from the frame Y/n had paused on.

Y/n knew this had nothing to do with Derek and everything to do with Spencer’s insecurity.

“Spencer, Derek wouldn’t call you ‘Pretty boy’ if you weren’t pretty. He’s not cruel.”

At that, Spencer turned to look at the woman he thought of as his best friend. Slowly he asks, “Do you think I’m pretty?”

“I think I would be blind not to.” She says, without hesitation, continuing quickly, clearly trying to not rest on that for long. “Why did you think Derek calls you that?”

“I don’t know, I guess I thought it was the same reason he jokes about us dating.”

“And what would that be?”

“That I could never be with someone like you.” Spencer says, as though it was just another fact he had memorised, or that it was common knowledge. As if Y/n didn’t spend night after night hoping, dreaming that that would happen.

“You don’t want to be with someone like me?”

“No! I didn’t say that- I mean I didn’t say I didn’t want to. Just that it would never happen.”

“Why can’t it ever happen?” Y/n asks, she wanted it to happen.

“Because- you- you’re beautiful, and I could never be lucky enough to be with yo- someone like you.”

Y/n scoots closer to Spencer on the couch, moving her hand to brush his hair out of his face.

“Spencer. I think you’re beautiful, and I really like you.”

God it felt like a joke, that there was no way Y/n could like him, but looking in her eyes, with her hand brushing his hair, and knowing Yn he knew she would never do something this cruel to him. She wasn’t like that, she was the kindest person he knew. So the only other explanation of his, is that she did genuinely like him. Slowly Y/n started to lean in, testing the waters, and with Spencer leaning in too, Y/n fully pressed her lips to his. Spencer moving his lips in sync with hers, they fit together like the final piece of a puzzle. And when they finally pulled away, they wanted to just pull each other into another kiss. 

“So, um wha-what does this mean?”

“Spence, I like you. I want to be with you.”

“I do too.”

“So… You’re my boyfriend.” Her smile spread the entire width of her face, Spencer’s soon after did too.

“Yeah, you’re my girlfriend.”

“Derek will hate this.” Y/n says pulling her boyfriend into another passionate kiss.

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