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Beige

Fandom: The Pitt

Pairing: Dr. Mel King x F!Firefighter!Reader (Established relationship)

Story Type: Fluff with moderate anxiety

Warnings: Reader injury, moderate descriptions of injury, blood, sharp force trauma, depictions of anxiety

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Summary: You are working on a secret project when an unfortunate accident lands you in your girlfriend's ER. The incident leads to questions being asked and the secret project being revealed.

You always thought that if ended up in the ER it would be work related. There's a million and one ways for a firefighter to get hurt, but you're just not that lucky. No, you get hurt on your day off. Turns out trying to balance on a step ladder while reaching up to paint the top of a wall, all while standing over an open toolbox is a recipe for disaster. The disaster being you falling off the rickety old step ladder, onto the open toolbox and somehow managing to impale your leg on a screwdriver. Yikes.

One phone call to your EMT friend who lives three houses down and the next thing you know your being shoved into her back seat. Leg wrapped in the cleanest towel you could find. Screwdriver still poking out, because as much as every instinct is trying to get to rip it out, you know you shouldn't. In the front seat, Devyn is driving and delivering some safety lecture angrily to you. Something about how firefighters always think they're invincible because they 'walk through fire or some shit.' This thought followed by her telling you that you should have called 911 instead of her, because what if she wasn't home or what if you passed out before she picked up, etc. Honestly, you don't really know what she's saying, she probably doesn't either, but it's a good distraction from the pain.

In minutes Devyn has pulled up to an ambulance bay. Jumping out of the car as she calls for help. She opens the backseat door, and you see a blond woman stamp out a cigarette before grabbing a wheelchair and running over.

"Hey, Devyn!" She calls out. "I thought it was your day off? What do you have for us?" She brings the chair up to the car.

"It is, but my best friend is a dumbass." Devyn pointedly glares at you. "Got herself impaled on a screwdriver while painting. Somehow." She shakes her head.

You move the bloodied towel just enough for the nurse to see the screwdriver poking out of your thigh. She grimaces in return.

"Well, let's get you inside. Help me transfer her to the chair, then you got to get this out of here." The nurse taps on the door of Devyn's car.

"Sorry, force of habit." Devyn looks chagrined as she helps you out of the car and into the wheelchair.

"That's okay kid. You take care of the car; we'll take care of the dumbass." The blond woman pats you on the shoulder as she rolls you away.

"Thanks, Dana!" Devyn calls as she gets back into her car to move it.

"No problem!" Then to you; "Let's get you inside, dumbass." Dana says as she pushes you towards the doors.

"You know, I also go by-"

"(Y/N)!" You're interrupted by a familiar voice as you try to introduce yourself. You turn from Dana and come face to face with your girlfriend. Her and another doctor are in the process of putting on gloves as Dana wheels you in. Mel is paused midway through putting on her second glove as panic starts to take over her features at the sight of you.

"Hey, Mel! How's the shift going?" You try to play off the tension with a nervous laugh. It's not successful.

"What happened?!" Mel asks as she finally starts moving again. "I thought you had the day off!" She's now moving the towel to assess the damage to your leg. Taking in the screwdriver and paint splattered across your clothes.

"I did; I was working on a DIY project." You say with a wince.

"Yeah, according to the friend that dropped her off, this somehow happened while she was painting." Dana, ever so helpfully, adds.

"Painting?" Mel looks back up at you in question.

"Yeah, I was working on the top of the wall and fell off the ladder."

"Onto a screwdriver?" The other doctor asks.

"There was an open toolbox, like, right below me." You shrink in shame as you explain. He shakes his head.

"That might just be a first for me." He scoffs in mild amusement. "Mel, get Whitaker for me."

"Dr. Langdon, I ca-"

"No, sorry Mel. You know the rules. You can't work on anyone you know. Besides we'll take care of your friend."

"Girlfriend." She corrects. You can't help the way your heart skips a beat at that. You two have been together for almost a year and it still excites you every time she says it.

"Alright, we'll take care of your girlfriend." He corrects.

"I'll be fine Mel." You reassure her taking her hand in yours for a quick squeeze.

"Okay." She nods. You can see in her eyes she doesn't want to let go, but she makes herself do it. Nodding as she steps away. "I'll be back to check on you, I promise."

"I know."

"Alright, let's get you into a bed." Langdon says to you. He pushes your wheelchair in the direction of an open room. "I didn't even know Mel had a partner." He adds, half to himself.

"Not surprised, Mel prefers to keep our romantic life pretty private."

"Well, it's nice to meet you (Y/N), I'm Dr. Langdon."

"Nice to me you too. Well, admittedly it could be better." You both let out an exasperated laugh at your response.

...

Mel's POV:

Mel finds Whitaker pretty quickly and sends him in your direction. She watches him go toward your room for a moment, trying to keep herself from following. Chewing on her lip, she turns away and forces herself in the direction of the charge desk. Where she runs back into Dana.

"How you doin' there kid?" She asks Mel.

"I'm fine." Mel responds, but she's already glancing back in the direction of your room.

"Let's try that again, Mel. How are you doing?" Dana leans over the desk, tone making it clear she's serious. Mel turns back to her. Worry coating her features.

"I'm...worried and...kind of spiraling about it." She leans over the charge desk next to Dana. Shaking her head.

"Worry's normal. Someone you care about is injured and you got benched. That's reasonable. But, she's going to be alright. She seems like a pretty tough cookie" Mel gives the tiniest smile at Dana's assessment.

"I know. It's just..." She pauses trying to figure out a way to articulate the thoughts swirling around her head. "I'm used to worrying about her when she's at work. (Y/N) is a firefighter. Her being in danger is pretty normal, and the only time I'm not thinking about that is when she's off shift. Then today she's off shift and all of a sudden, she's rolling through those doors. My worst nightmare is happening on a day when she was supposed to be home, safe." Mel's tone is laced with concern.

"Now you're worried that you're never going to stop being worried." Dana supplies.

"Yeah, and I don't even know what she was doing today." Mel shakes her head in confusion. "She never mentioned any project she was working on."

"Probably just repainting a room in the house." Mel shakes her head at the suggestion.

"No, the paint all over her was beige."

"What does the paint being beige have to do with anything?" Dana asks.

"(Y/N) is not a beige person." Mel explains. "There's not a single beige wall in her house. The kitchen is buttercup yellow. Her bedroom is forest green. Her gaming room is lilac and the living room is sage. In her words, 'if I bought the house, I get to paint it however I want, so why not make every room a different color of the rainbow?' And if you hadn't noticed beige doesn't exactly make the list." Mel laughs a little to herself as she quotes you. "I don't know, maybe she was helping one of her friends." She shakes her head. "Regardless, you're right. She's going to be fine." Mel smiles a little to herself and looks in the direction of your room. "She's tough and she's definitely been through worse. I just let myself get wrapped up in my own anxiety." Mel turns back to Dana. Dana nods with smile of her own.

"See, just needed to talk yourself down. Now, it looks like initial exam's done." Dana nods towards the door that Whitaker and Langdon are exiting. "Go check on her, let me know when you figure out what she was up to. Perlah and Princess won't let me hear the end of it if I don't get the full story."

"Thank you, Dana." Mel walks quickly from the charge desk and beeline's for Langdon. Dana watches her go with a smirk

"How is (Y/N)?" Mel asks hurriedly as she approaches.

"She's fine." Langdon responds. "Doesn't look like the screwdriver did too much damage. She was smart enough not to remove it on her own, so the bleeding is controlled. We'll likely be able to remove it here without sending her to the OR. Going to have some scans taken first and run it by Garcia to make sure. For now though, got her on some pain meds, ordering antibiotics and she'll be sitting for a few. Now, why don't you.." Langdon emphasizes as he put hands on her shoulders and pushes her gently towards your door. "go talk to your girlfriend and I, will go nag Garcia until she gets down here for a consult." He nudges again and she nods nervously as she continues toward your door.

Externally Mel is rigid, trying to look calm in a way that makes it pretty obvious she isn't. Internally, she is repeating Langdon's assessment to herself. You're going to fine, you're going to be okay.

...

You hear the door to your room open, followed by a voice so quiet it's practically a whisper. "Hey." You look up to see a very bashful looking Mel making her way into the room.

"Hey, hot stuff." You respond, reaching out a hand to beckon her closer. Mel turns beat red but she steps in and takes your hand anyway. She takes the seat next to the bed, still holding your hand. "How are you holding up?"

"Me?" She scoffs. "You're the one who is hurt. I think I'm supposed to be checking on you."

"Pffft." You wave her off. "I'm fine. Your coworkers got me on the good stuff. But you, you spiral when you're worried. So...how are you doing?"

Mel looks down at your joined hands. "Alright, I have been spiraling a bit. I think I'm okay now though." She nods to herself then looks back up at you. "I know you're going to be fine. Perhaps a bit insufferable since you'll definitely be stuck at the station and not be able to go any calls for a few weeks." You groan at that and she smiles at you. "but you'll be okay and I'll be here for whatever you need."

"Yeah, you will." You smile back at her and bring her hand up to your face. You kiss the back of it. "Being grounded is gonna suck though." You frown at the thought. Then an even worse realization hits and you cringe.

"What?"

"I didn't finish the room and now I'm not be able to for awhile." You press your other hand to your face in frustration.

"The room you were painting?"

"Yeah, still got two walls to go."

"That reminds me, what were you working on?" Mel straightens up as she asks. "I mean, beige isn't really your preferred color." She gestures at the paint still on your shirt.

Now it's your turn to spiral. Mel was not supposed to know about your project yet. You weren't going to tell her until it was done. You had the whole night planned for your anniversary.

Mel must see the panic in your face because immediately you can see the concern on hers.

"(Y/N), what is it?" You can see her breathing start to pick up again.

"Babe, it's not anything bad. I promise." You reassure her, sitting up so you can lean closer to her. "It was just supposed to be a surprise and... I can't think of a good cover to story right now." Mel makes one of those uniquely Mel facial expressions that only she is capable of. It some mix of concern, relief, confusion and something that might be her cataloging recent conversations to try and guess what you might have been doing. She's adorable. She hesitates for second before asking;

"I know you just said it was supposed to be a surprise, but now I'm spiraling trying to guess. Can you please tell me?"

"I guess." You smile at her. Part of you wants to keep it a secret still, but you can't say no to her. Haven't been able to since the day you met. "I was redoing the gaming room at my place. Moving my gaming stuff out of it and... turning it back into a second bedroom." Mel's brow furrows at this, even more confused than before.

"Why?"

"Because..." You look down at your hand, afraid to look at Mel as you you explain your plain. "I want you to move in with me." It's barely a whisper. Mel straightens, mouth open like she's about to respond. You continue. "You and Becca. Once your lease is up, I want the two of you to move in." You are rubbing your fingers together, nerves frayed. "I was painting the room beige for Becca. I know she has a hard time with change and you told me that when you two moved into your current place that having the bedroom look the same as the last place helped smooth the transition. So, I wanted to paint the room to match and hopefully make it more comfortable for her." You finally look back up at Mel. Her mouth is still open with unspoken words, eyes a bit glassy. "You don't have to ans-"

"Yes!" She interrupts. Then she covers her own mouth with her free hand before quickly composing herself. "I mean...I-I want to..do that." She stutters out. "I need to talk to Becca about it, of course. But...I really want to, move in with you, I mean." She is smiling now, a few stray tears on her cheeks.

"Come here." You whisper to her. She leans in and you brush her tears away. "How are you feeling?"

"Overwhelmed." She admits. "But, like, in the good kind of way. The very good kind of way." She breaks out into another smile.

"Good, now can you please kiss me now?" She hiccups a laugh and nods. Then she presses her lips to yours. The kiss is sweet and gentle, just like her. Then she leaning in and so are you, holding her close, wrapping you arms around her shoulders to pull her close. You're lost in each other, when suddenly the door opens. Langdon and Garcia stepping into the room.

"Alright, how are we do-Oh!" You hear Langdon's voice from somewhere behind Mel. The two of you immediately pull apart. Mel goes ghost white, sheer panic on her face.

"Oh my god! I-I-I'm so sorry." She rushes out. Langdon and Garcia both laugh.

"All good, Mel. Not the craziest thing we've ever walked in on." Langdon tells her.

"Far from it." Garcia adds with a shake of her head. "Totally telling Princess though." She says with a smirk. Mel cringes in embarrassment.

"I'm going to-I don't know, I just-" Mel is stuttering again, unable to figure out what to do with her hands, her words or herself.

"How about you sit down in that chair over there and let me take a look at your girlfriend's leg. Alright?" Garcia offers. Mel nods timidly and takes a seat. You look over to her and give her a reassuring smile. She smiles back despite her embarrassment.

Yeah, you were going to be alright. More than alright. Even if Mel was certain she was never going to hear the end of it from her coworkers after this.

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Kind Eyes

Fandom: The Pitt

Pairing: Dr. Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Reader

Story Type: Fluff

Warnings: Being awkward at work

Summary: (Y/N) has had something on their mind for awhile. Robby was never supposed to know, but suddenly it comes out during what was supposed to be harmless work place chitchat.

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Note: I try to avoid actually including any medical talk, because I don't know what any of it means :/

A clipboard slams down onto the charge desk, followed by an exasperated sigh.

"What is it about me that makes people think I'm their therapist?" Robby vents to no one in particular. One hand running over his face and hair in exhaustion, the other balled up in the pocket of his hoodie. That damn hoodie. You would give anything to curl up in it after a bad day. Over the charge desk, you and Dana share an amused smirk at Robby's frustration.

"What is it this time, big guy?" Dana asks as she hands Robby a cup of coffee that he had long ago abandoned on her desk. He accepts it with a nod of thanks.

"Just the parents of the patient in Peds. I can't go anywhere near them without them dragging me over to talk through what happened. Like somehow I can help them process it." Robby rubs at his temple like he's fighting a loosing battle against a headache.

"Did you get Kiara to talk to them?" Responds Dana. Robby nods somewhat despondently.

"Yeah, I did, but they seem to only want to talk to me." He puts his hands up in surrender. "I don't get it!"

"It's the curse of having kind eyes." You chime in over the chart you're reviewing. Robby looks at you in disbelief and scoffs out a laugh in response.

With a small smile on his face. "You think I have kind eyes?" His eyebrows are raised as he looks at you.

"Of course." You, in fact can't stop thinking about his eyes. "They're warm and comforting like..." You think for second trying to convey what you mean without letting too much slip. "Like a cozy sweater." You babble out somewhat awkwardly. Dana tries to hide her laugh behind a protein bar. Robby scoffs again, but there's a smile there, too big for him to hide. Maybe even a tinge of pink across his cheeks.

"You think that I," Robby points at himself. "have kind eyes, like a sweater?" He laughing a bit now too. "Think about my kind eyes a lot now do you?" He's poking fun at you harmless, the banter you always have with each other.

"Endlessly."

There's a beat as your response settles over the three of you. Silence. Dana's eyes widen as she registers what you said. Then it hits Robby, causing him to tilt his head in bewilderment at you. Which is when it hits you. You just told Dr. Michael Robinavitch, senior attending at your job, close friend for several years now... that you think endlessly about his eyes...

It is a miracle you don't pass out.

As the rest of the ER comes back into focus you fumble immediately look for an exit from this conversation. Robby opens his mouth to speak, but you cut him off before he can utter a single syllable.

"I am going go check on the patient in south 7. Excuse me." You nod to them, picture of professionalism. At least that is what you're going for. Then you turn and walk away as fast as you can. Immediately you hear Robby's steps behind.

"(Y/N)! Wait up!" He calls to you. Then you spot potential salvation.

"Santos! Follow me!" There's no room for argument as you call the resident to join you on your case. You don't need her for it, but you do need her you to deter Robby from following you. Behind Robby sighs, hands on his hips, shaking his head. He is determined to finish this conversation, but there's four more hours of this shift. He has time. He'll find a way.

...

The next four hours feel like forty as you try to avoid ending up alone with Robby. You use pretty much every single one of your coworkers as a shield. You duck into treatment rooms, supply closets and even the bathroom at one point to avoid him. You know this conversation has to happen at some point, but you're not ready yet. All of the effort to buy yourself time does not go unnoticed. Santos, Mel, McKay and Mateo have all asked you about it and been brushed off. Javadi, Perlah and Princess haven't said anything to you, but you have caught all of them watching you at different points. It's agonizing, but you get through it.

...

The end of the shift finally arrives and you're almost home free. On your way to your locker though you get caught by Dana.

"Hey, kid! Before you go, could you help Mohan with the college kid she's got? Should only take a few minutes I swear." She promises, looking chagrined that she had to ask.

"Yeah, okay." You turn back to floor to look for Samira. It takes you several minutes and asking about three different people, but you finally find her in an exam room. Working on a patient that appears to be several decades past typical college age?

"Dr. Mohan?" You ask, sticking your head into the room.

"(Y/N)!" She turns to you seemingly in surprise. "One moment." She turns back to her patient. "Mr. Ramirez, I've put in for an ortho consult. The doctor should be down in a few minutes, sit tight until then and we'll hopefully have you out of here in no time." She smiles reassuringly at the patient.

"Thank you, Dr. Mohan." He smiles back at her and she nods before turning to meet you at the door. The two of you step out into the hallway.

"What's up?" Samira asks. You look at her in confusion.

"Dana said you were working on a college student and needed a hand." Samira looks equally confused and shakes her head.

"No, Mr. Ramirez is my last patient for the shift. I thought you had already wrapped up and were on your way out." You shake your head in annoyance.

"I have a feeling our charge nurse is a liar." You sigh and Samira nods is agreement.

"I think so too." She says. "Though I don't know why."

"I'm going to go find out what she's up to. Sorry to bother you, see you tomorrow." You wave and start to walk away.

"See you tomorrow." She calls as you walk away.

You catch up with Dana in the locker room and she immediately looks guilty. She knows by the look on your face you've caught on to her lie.

"I'm sorry!" She starts, putting up her hands. "He begged me to do it."

"Who begged you to....wait! Robby! He begged you to what? Stop, me from going home?" You ask in disbelief. She nods.

"Kind of. He wanted me to waylay you for a few minutes so that he had time to do the pass off before you left. He wants to talk to you, kid. " You shake your head.

"I know he wants to talk, that's exactly what I've been avoiding! I don't know what to say to him Dana."

"I know, but you gotta. We can't keep going with you avoiding him all shift. Please, put the man out of his misery?" She begs, taking your hands in hers.

"Dana, what if this..." You take a steadying breath before giving voice to your biggest fear. "What is this changes everything? What if he doesn't want me in his life anymore?"

"Now, THAT is never going to happen. You two care way too much about each other for that. And hey, who knows, maybe this will go in an entirely different direction?" She offers with a smile. You give her an incredulous look. "You won't know until you talk to him, though. So go." She nods her head towards the door. "Go talk to him and clear the air. It will be better for the both of you." You nod. You roll your shoulders back and take a deep breath, preparing yourself like you're going into battle.

"You're right. I'll go. Have a goodnight Dana!"

"You too, (Y/N)." Dana gives you a hug before gently pushing you in the direction of the door.

You head outside and like a magnets your eyes immediately find Robby. He's sitting on the bench just outside the door looking tense. His leg bouncing up and down until he spots you. Once he sees you he is up and headed towards you immediately.

"Hey." You greet him sheepishly.

"You done running away from me finally?" Robby asks as he crosses his arms over his chest. You nod.

"I just... I'm sorry Robby." You look down at your shoes in embarrassment.

"You're sorry?" His words are laced with disbelief.

"I am. I really didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or upset. If you never want me on your shift again I would understand." Robby looks at you like you have two heads, eyes practically popping out of his.

"Wouldn't want to work you? You think I was uncomfortable!" He scoffs. You look up at him with brows furrowed. His expression of disbelief turns into a bewildered smile as you meet his eyes. There's so much warmth there you could drown in it "(Y/N) that didn't make me uncomfortable, it made me-"He pauses, searching for the words. "fucking ecstatic!"

"What?"

"You think that the most incredible person I know, telling me they're constantly thinking about my eyes, would upset me?" He put his hands on your arms. "My heart practically leapt out of my chest! (Y/N), I had to physically stop myself from kissing you in the middle of the ER. In fact if you hadn't pulled Santos in for a consult I might have." He laughs a little to himself.

"Really?" You can't really believe what's happening, but looking into Robby's eyes you know he means it. He nods and leans closer to you. His warmth engulfs you and you lean towards him too. "Do you... still want to?"

His reply is breathless. "More than anything." He glances down at your lips and run his tongue over his bottom lip.

"Please." You whisper. He nods several times as he leans, like he's reassuring himself that this is real.

Then his mouth is on yours and the kiss is perfect. His lips are warm and soft, just like he is. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you in, deepening the kiss. You pull him even closer by wrapping your fist in his hoodie, pressing yourself against him. Shyly you open your lips slightly and he accepts the invitation. Tongue roaming gently. You and Robby sink into each other.

A moment later you tentatively pull away from each other. Robby presses his forehead to yours. Robby laughs quietly to himself.

"Maybe it was a good thing we didn't have this conversation on the floor." Robby Muses and you start laughing. He smiles at you like you are responsible for hanging the sun in the sky. "You know, it's only been four hours, but god I missed that laugh."

"I'm sorry for running away." You say, bashful over your earlier antics

"Ahh, it's okay. You can make it up to me by joining me for dinner?"

"Deal." You smile and look up into his eyes. You have spent countless hours thinking about staring into those beautiful brown eyes all night long, now you might actually get the chance.

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A Sort of Affection

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Peter Hale x McCall reader

Story Type: Angst, Fluff at the end.

Warnings: Age gap, violence, major character injury, near death experience, Peter is a little ooc, story not totally canon.

Summary: Scott's older sister, who is in her early 20's, is injured during a confrontation with Kali of the Alpha pack. She's human and therefore on the verge of death. Peter, despite his insistance that he is only out for himself, will do anything to help her.

...

You had a feeling you shouldn't have come out here with Peter, but you did it anyway. It was routine. You were trying to find evidence of where Noah and your mother were. Peter was headed to Ms. Blake's apartment to look for clues. You didn't trust him not to immediately act on anything he found without bringing it to the pack first. So you insisted on going with him.

There wasn't much to gather, other than the fact Ms. Blake clearly did not keep any evidence of her druid activities here. Honestly it didn't even seem like she actually even lived here. You should get back to the others and see if they were having better luck.

"Well, I don't think we're going to get much else from this place. Let's go back and meet up with the others?" You look to Peter, honestly expecting an argument. He never wanted to listen to anyone other than himself.

"Agreed."

"Well- wait what?!?" You ask in shock.

"I said, I agree, now let's get out of here." He gestures towards the door. You raised an eyebrow at him, trying to suppress a smirk. "What? I can be agreeable." He replies with mock offense.

"You? Peter Hale? Agreeable?" You shake your head in amusement.

"Yes, I can be very agreeable... as long as the person making the suggestion is not a complete idiot." He shrugs and you snort in amusement.

"So, I guess that means I'm not a complete idiot then?" You ask him as the two of you exit the apartment.

"You? No. Your brother and his friends however..." Peter trails off, feigning shame at the thought. You know him though, and you know there is not an ounce of shame there.

"Stop it." You playfully slap his abdomen with the back of your hand. "They're not idiots, you just think you're smarter than everyone else."

"I don't think that, I know it. Besides you're almost as smart as m-" Peter stops suddenly, just as you exit the building into a nearly empty parking garage. You turn back to him in surprise only to see one of the scariest sights you have ever seen. Peter Hale looking absolutely terrified.

"What is it?" You can hear the shakiness in your own voice.

"Get behind me." Peter steps forward and puts his arm out in front of you. Guiding you to stand behind him. That's when you hear it. The sickening scrape of claws on asphalt. Immediately you feel a shiver down your spine, cold sweat starting to trickle down your back. Kali.

"Well, well, well, look at this. A washed up, former alpha and McCall's pathetic human sister." She says with a sneer. A sadistic grin forming on her face. "Looks like this going to be easy." Peter leans forward into a fighting stance, a growl rumbling in his chest as he transforms. Claws and teeth extending. Kali smiles as she mirrors his stance.

"Y/N, run." Peter growls. You are frozen in fear for a moment before the two of them pounce at one another. As soon as the two collide you finally remember how to work your legs. You sprint as fast as you are able away from the wolves. Your breath immediately starting to become ragged. Damn asthma, never had you been so jealous of Scott no longer having to deal with his.

You make the mistake of looking behind you to see where Peter and Kali were. Only to see Peter on his own, staggering to his feet. Kali was nowhere to be seen.

"NOOO!" Peter roars out as you suddenly feel a hand on your neck. The wind is knocked out of you as you are lifted off your feet. Breath cut off by Kali's hand on your throat. You feel her claws drawing a bit of blood as they press into your skin. You struggle against her grip, but it's useless. She is too strong for you too fight. Peter is running toward the two of you as fast as he can.

"LET HER GO!!" He roars again. Kali cocks her head in intrigue, looking from Peter to you.

"Interesting." She says. Next thing you feel is your body flying through the air as Kali launches you at the wall of the building. You slam into the wall, head cracking against the stone before you crumple onto the ground. Your head is ringing, vision blurred as Peter runs toward you and Kali disappears from your sight.

"Y/N! Y/N! Are you okay?" Peter is frantic, face twisted with concern as he kneels down in front of you. You try to tell him you are fine, but all that comes out is weak groan. Peter takes in the damage done you. Checking the back of your head with his hand. Finding his fingers coated in blood as he pulls them away. Panic strikes him. He sees your eyes struggling to stay open as you try to focus on him.

"Y/N!" Peter shouts again. He pulls your limp body into his lap. That's when he notices your breathing. The shallow gasps as you struggle to catch your breath. Kali threw you against the wall so hard that you broke several ribs and one of them had punctured your lung. Peter didn't know that, but it was clear that the something was very, very wrong and he was terrified.

"Y/N, I'm going to need you to hold on baby. I'm going to call Derek and Scott. Just stay with me." Peter pulls his phone out and calls Derek.

The next few minutes are the longest of Peter's life as he prays the other two wolves get there in time. Holding you, taking as much of your pain away as he can. He is rethinking the whole night trying to see a way that this could have been prevented. Some way that he could have protected you.

"Y/N!" Scott's voice rang out across from across the lot. Peter sighed in relief as he saw Scott and Derek running toward the two of you.

"What the hell happened!!" Scott yells as they approach.

"Kali." Peter growled out, the name laced with rage. "She attacked us. Now, Derek help her!"

"What do mean 'Derek help her'? She needs to go to the hospital!" Interjects Scott.

"No, look at her Scott." Peter nods toward your limp form in his arms. "She's barely conscious and she can't breath! Scott, she's dying!" Peter's voice strains as he tells him.

"You want me to give her the bite?" Derek asks, standing above the three of you.

"The bite!" Scott is immediately terrified. "That can't be her only option."

"It is, Scott!" Peter insists. "She won't make it to the hospital, at least this will give her a chance." He is pleading now.

"He's right Scott." Derek adds. "Listen to her breathing." Scott looks at you, listening to your breath and hears it. You are fading and if they don't act quick, you will die.

"What if she doesn't want this?" Scott asks. Peter nearly looses it at Scott.

"Do you think she'd rather die!!" He shouts at Scott. "At least this will give her a chance. Please." Scott looks up at Derek.

"Do it." He says to Derek who simply nods in response. Derek kneels down next you and takes your arm. His eyes glow red and his fangs extend before he brings them up to your arm. The bite hurts. You groan in pain at the contact, fire lighting up in your veins. Peter takes your hand again easing your pain. All three of the wolves around you hold their breath as they wait for a sign of life.

A moment later and suddenly your breath evens out. There is a collective sigh of relief from all of them. Peter checks the injury to the back of your head.

"She's healing." He says.

"Thank god." Scott replies. "We should get her home."

"We're near my place, I'll take her back there to rest. You two go back to check on the others." Peter says as he stands up with you in his arms.

"I don't thi-"

"Scott, the others need you and she needs rest. I live right down the road. She can stay on my couch and I'll take care of her." Peter cuts Scott off before he protest, but Scott still looks unsure. Peter, in the most on brand move of the night, rolls his eyes. "And I'll make sure she calls you the second she wakes up, okay?"

"Fine." Scott grumbles.

Peter carried you all the way back to his apartment. You were unconscious for most of it. You stirred just enough to note him tucking you into bed and feel him press a gentle kiss to your forehead. Your last thought confusion over this sudden display of care from a man notorious for not caring about anyone other than himself.

...

The next morning you wake, warm and comfortable in a bed you don't recognize. For some reason you feel safe as you take in your surroundings. That's when you spot Peter, asleep in a chair next to the bed. The previous night starts to come back to you. Joking with Peter, then Kali, then pain and blood. Then your little brother was there and Derek. There was an argument. Then... a bite? That's right, Derek gave you the bite. You can't help yourself from pulling up your sleeve and inspecting the place where he bit you. There is obviously no mark, but you had to look anyway. Having a hard time processing that your whole life had changed last night and there wasn't even a scar to show it. You were so engrossed in your arm you don't notice Peter stirring.

"Are you okay?" He practically whispers. Your head jerks up at the sudden sound. You don't know how to answer him.

"Umm... I think so." Is the best you can manage. Peter stands up and steps toward before stopping himself. A look crossed his face, something you weren't familiar on him. Almost nervous?

"Okay, um, I'll go make some coffee." Peter quickly exits the room. You go to follow him, moving carefully expecting some pain or soreness. As you stand though, you realize you're fine. There's no pain, no sign of your injuries from last night. You need to talk to Peter about last night. There was something different about him last night. Peter was always out for himself. He only helped the pack when it meant saving himself. Yet last night he protected you. He put aside his own safety to care for you. He fought for you.

You quickly find Peter in the kitchen. Pausing for a moment to watch him move around the kitchen.

"Um, Peter are you okay?" You ask him as you lean against the doorframe. He pauses with two mugs in hand to look at you. He scoffs.

"Me? What could be wrong with me? I wasn't the one who got my brain scrambled like an egg last night." He shrugs, feigning nonchalance. You can't help but smile at him, seeing right through the deflection.

"You may not have gotten your brains scrambled last night, but you're acting like they're scrambled this morning." There was a bit of laughter to your tone, but neither of you really was in the mood to appreciate the joke.

"Maybe, but I guess I've got a lot to think about this morning." He responds quietly, almost to himself.

"Like what?" You ask. You take a few small steps further into the room, closer to him.

"You." He firmly places the mugs on the counter, seemingly in frustration. You take a few steps closer again until you're standing next to him.

"What about me?" Peter scoffs ever so lightly at your question. Leaning his head back and closing his eyes before he responds.

"Everything." His head hangs forward now. "Did you know when I first met you, when I first got brought back, I hated you. I saw the way you were with Scott and I knew in my very bones that I hated you. You were everything to Scott that I should have been for Derek. You have been there for him, protecting and loving him since the day he was born. Even after he was turned, you still set out to do everything you could to help him. I was jealous of the person that you were capable of being, the one that I could never seem to be." Peter leans on the counter palms pressed down onto it. He looked forward at the wall, refusing to look at you. You want to ask him what changed but decide it would be better to just let him speak. "Eventually though, that jealousy turned into a kind of admiration. I knew you were better than me and I started to realize that was a good thing. A great thing even. Then somewhere along the way that admiration morphed as well. It turned into a sort of..." Peter swallows hard like the word is difficult for him to say. "affection."

"Affection?" You ask quietly. He nods swallowing again.

"Once I recognized it, I couldn't let it go. Now it's practically all I think about." He runs a hand over his face. "All of sudden I can't help myself from wanting to be around you all of the time. Wanting to make sure that you're safe. Hell, last night when you volunteered to come with me I practically sighed with relief, because if you were with me I would know you were safe. I thought I would be able to protect you. I was clearly very wrong, but I thought I could." You step closer to him, placing your hand over his on the counter. He spreads his fingers so that you can intertwine yours with his before he continues. "I...I'm so sorry Y/N. When Kali went for you I thought my heart was going to rip itself out of my chest in fear. I... I should have stopped her, should have been faster." His head hangs low, eyes on the floor.

"But you did protect me, Peter." You say barely more than a whisper. "You did everything you could to keep her away from me. Then you stayed with me. Took away my pain. Made sure that my brother and Derek got to me in time."

"She should have never laid a hand on you." He responds sternly. "You should never have been hurt to begin with. And last night Scott was right. I made the choice for Derek to give the bite. I took that choice away from you, because I was too selfish to risk letting you go."

"You were right to push for the bite!" You respond in disbelief, causing him to turn to you for the first since you entered the kitchen.

"What?"

"Peter, if you hadn't pushed for the bite I would be dead. I'm not, because of you. I'm alive because of you. Maybe, I wouldn't have asked for this outside of a near death experience, but I'm glad that it happened. I know things are going to just get more complicated now, but at least I have some way to fight back. Some way to protect myself! Peter, if anything I'm grateful!" You plead with him, your other hand on his jaw to make him look at you. "You made me stronger and more importantly you kept me alive. Thank you."

"You're sure that you're okay with this?" He asks, making sure to look you in the eye as you respond.

"I'm sure. I want this and..." you trail off, making him nervous.

"What is it?"

"I...I want you." Peter can't help but let himself smile at that for second, but then his mask comes down. That stupid smirk of his comes out.

"Now there's something for the Beacon Hills' Top Ten Worst Ideas list." He says pulling back a bit.

"I mean it Peter. I've developed my own...sort of affection, for you." You say quietly. He looks at you, rolling his eyes, but he can't quite hide the smile that crosses his face. He is practically giddy hearing it, but he is Peter, so he can't let himself admit it.

"I still don't think that's a very good idea." He says it mockingly, but the tone isn't quite right. There is an undertone of sincerity there that you can hear. When you don't respond to him, he continues. "Everyone would hate it, especially your brother. I think the funny one wouldn't shut up about it for at least a year. Derek would brood over it for months. And Lydia - " You cut off his rant taking both of his hands in yours.

"Peter, I. Don't. Care. Scott and Stiles and Derek and whoever else can complain about it all they want. I still want this, with you."

"You really do mean that, don't you?" Peter stares directly into your eyes and you nod. He finds himself nodding with you before he leans down and presses his lips to yours. It's a gentle kiss at first, but you put your arms around his neck to pull him closer and he can't help himself. He wraps his arms around you and deepens the kiss. You don't want him to stop, but all of a sudden he pulls his head away. Arms not leaving your waist. He's looking at the apartment door, then he turns to you.

"I forgot to make you call your brother and now he's here." Just as Peter finishes his sentence a loud knocking proceeds at the door.

"Y/N!!" Calls your brother's voice from the other side of the door.

"Well, this is going to be fun." You say looking at Peter, still smiling to yourself when you make eye contact with him.

[imaginyimagines]

Sleeping with A Friend -- Ch. 1

This is another AU story that I have been working on for the last month or two, it's about my main OC Sabrina McMahon, semi-retired professional wrestler and now football coach and personality on the Pat McAfee Show. She has a playful and somewhat flirtatious banter with regular weekly guest, NFL superstar Aaron Rodgers. They get along just fine on the show, but in person it could take another turn entirely.

Chapter 1

Today, it was an unusually full studio at the Pat McAfee Show. And well, it still felt surreal to Rina as she walked in to get settled for the day's show. A couch on the right-hand side of the desk was Pat's, where Rina's station was usually set up. Today, she will be joined by both Aaron Rodgers and AJ Hawk, who typically participate via video. Setting her bag down on the floor and out of frame, the former Green Bay Packers teammates and friends entered the studio space. Before she could claim an end seat, both Aaron and AJ sat down on either end of the couch. Rina must've made an audible noise of annoyance because Aaron commented: 

"Ooh, now Rina has to sit next to me; sorry bout that." 

"Why are you sorry?" AJ asked since both he and Rina needed clarification about that. 

"She hates me," the longtime quarterback said with a wide grin. 

"I do not," Rina disagreed emphatically, dropping her purse to the ground. Rina straightened up, hands on her hips, clearly taken aback by Aaron's bold statement. She gave him a mock glare as she walked over to the couch. "Hate is a strong word," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I would just... prefer not to sit next to you."

Aaron's grin only widened, clearly enjoying the playful tension. "Uh-huh. Right. So, you're just choosing to sit next to me because?"

Rina shot him a look as she plopped down next to him. "Because I have no other choice."

AJ leaned back, shaking his head with a laugh. "The tension's palpable. I'm starting to feel like I'm in the middle of something here."

Rina rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a smile. "You guys are ridiculous." She shifted slightly on the couch, ensuring an exaggerated gap between her and Aaron. "I'll have you know; I don't hate you. I just don't like you very much."

Aaron leaned in, pretending to take offense, but his smirk never left. "Ouch. Don't like me very much? That stings, Rina." He dramatically touched his heart as if her words had truly wounded him.

AJ, always eager to fan the flames, chimed in. "Yeah, man, that's cold. You're going to take that?" He turned to Rina, giving her an exaggerated look of concern. "You breakin' his heart like that?"

Rina, clearly enjoying the banter, shot AJ a pointed look. "I'm just being honest. There's no love lost here."

Aaron raised an eyebrow, leaning closer to her. "No love, huh?" He glanced at AJ, then back at Rina. "I think you're just playing hard to get."

Rina shook her head with a laugh. "Yeah, that's it. You've figured me out."

Aaron chuckled, leaning back as if pleased with his cleverness. "I knew it! Rina, you're waiting for me to make the first move."

AJ jumped in, clearly loving this angle. "Oh, this is juicy! Should we start taking bets on how long it takes for Rina to crack?"

Rina crossed her arms, trying to look unfazed. "You both are ridiculous. I'm not cracking; I'm just here to do my job."

AJ was practically cackling now. "Man, this is like watching a rom-com," he said, mocking the overdramatic dialogue with a high-pitched voice. "Will Rina finally realize that deep down, she's in love with Aaron? Stay tuned, folks."

Rina groaned, but she was fighting a grin. "Please. This whole conversation is ridiculous. I do not hate you, Aaron."

"Sure, you don't," Aaron teased, leaning back with a mock-serious expression. "I can sense the disdain radiating off you already." Rina rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a smile. 

"It's not disdain; it's just that I have to deal with your antics in person now." AJ laughed, shaking his head. 

"You have no idea what you're in for. Aaron is way worse live than on screen."

"Hey!" Aaron feigned offense, touching his chest. "I'm a joy to be around."

"Joy, huh? Is that what you call it?" Rina shot back, settling into her seat beside him. "I'll need an extra coffee just to keep up."

"Good idea," AJ chimed in. "You might need a whole pot to survive today."

"See? I'm not the only one who thinks you're a handful," Rina said, smirking at Aaron.

Annoyed or not, it kept bothering Rina that Aaron thought that she hated him. Indeed, there were people she didn't like and a few that bordered on hatred, but Aaron wasn't in that group. They disagreed on many topics and, therefore, argued/debated passionately. As she listened to the top news coverage, she watched Boston Connor holding up his whiteboard to show Pat a specific point. This gave her an idea, so she pulled her iPhone from the pocket of her jeans and opened up a new text message.

From: Rina To: Aaron Msg: What can I do to show you I don't hate you?

Like back in college, Rina attempted to act like she wasn't texting someone sitting beside her. But she couldn't help herself and peeked over at Aaron as he retrieved his phone to read her message. A grin appeared on his face as he typed out his reply. Soon enough, the phone in Rina's hand vibrated, letting her know the message had been delivered.

Rina held her breath, curious about Aaron's response. He looked over at her, still grinning, and typed back quickly.

From: Aaron To: Rina Msg: How about you admit I'm the most charming guy in the room?

She couldn't help but laugh at his over-the-top reply. Rina typed back just as quickly, a smirk on her face.

From: Rina To: Aaron Msg: Not happening. I might concede that you have a certain… charisma, but charming? Please.

Aaron pretended to be offended, dramatically clutching his heart. "Ouch! That hurts, Rina," he said loud enough for the cameras to catch.

AJ, catching onto their exchange, chimed in, "I think Rina's just scared to admit she likes you, Aaron."

Rina shot AJ a playful glare. "I'm not scared; I just have standards."

Aaron leaned in closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You know, I can work on that. Just give me some time."

Rina rolled her eyes, but a smile betrayed her amusement. She typed again.

From: Rina To: Aaron Msg: How about you focus on being less annoying today?

He laughed, shaking his head.

From: Aaron To: Rina Msg: No promises. But I'll try to keep the charm levels up.

Rina couldn't help but smile, realizing the playful tension between them wasn't as one-sided as she thought. She felt more at ease as the show progressed, ready to keep up with whatever antics he had planned.

From: Rina To: Aaron Msg: Last chance for requests to show you that I don't hate you.

Rina sent one last message before she would let it be when she got another response from Aaron.

[fandom-imagination-ss]

imagine: watching billy bake for the first time

When you first meet Billy, the first thing you asked him was. What was his name. Billy gave you his famous small little cocky grin and gave you his name. and you said "Fuck you Billy Butcher" and ran off. after that. he was hooked on you.

the Man who was a walking red flag who made you question you're sandity for falling Hard and fast in love with him the same man who once texted you a vivid perfectly described of How you wanted you in every position while you were in Church with your family for Easter. this man has made you rethink everything you ever thought you wanted, and you never been so thankful for that.

Last night was a utter fuckery as Billy put it, He was out trying to stop a Sup, while you were Stuck at work until 11 pm because your Dickhead of a boss decided last minute to drop down paperwork that had to be finished by morning. or an order didn't go through. it was a fuckery. it didn't help that as you left the office. a Huge protest appeared and it took you almost two hours to get home thru the crowds.

you arrived home Just when Billy did and you both cursed out and then crashed. So when you wake up. late morning you weren't expecting to go into the kitchen to see Billy wearing a white apron, with White sugar, brown sugar and flour on the counter as he was chopping up pieces of chocolate. Never in your wildest imagination did you ever expect to see Billy. baking.. you leaned against the door way watching Billy bake. you couldn't help but smile as he lifted his head up seeing you as he had a cocky smile, "what got you grinning like a hooker about get her pray?"

"you, bake? and here I thought all you knew was to order take out."

you walked over to the island as he spoke, "making Rebecca's famous chocolate chip cookies. and if you aren't nice you don't get any!" you lifted your hands up to single you were coming in peace. "well i can't wait to have one. Hey what else can you bake?"

Billy grinned as he looked at you the first person to make him feel live in years. as he spoke, "you will just have to stick around and find out."

you smiled reaching over for the chipits taking a few as you smiled, "well- if they are good. i'll stick around.. but if you turn out to be a shitty baker. Im out." he chuckled as you smiled getting up walking around the island kissing his cheek. "now back to baking lover." he grinned as you walked off to the bathroom to shower.

when you returned Billy handed you one cookie off a plate as you took it biting into it, you looked up at Billy as he grinned knowing they were good as the bite you smiled, "Okay you can be kept around for longer. that was pretty good." he smiled kissing your head

"glade im being kept around to give you bake goods."

"never get inbetween me and bake goods Billy. that's just dangerous." you both laughed as the bell ringed to get the other batch out of the oven. you could get addicted to Billy.

[my-fandom-imagine]

REQUEST: Imagine Spencer thinks you are cheating on him, and the team basically turns on you when he tells them.

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I open my apartment door after hearing the precise three knocks known to me to be my boyfriend Spencer's knock. As I open the door I smile excited for him to finally meet my brother, though I wish for them to be under better circumstances then his apartment building burning down and almost losing him. My heart clenches at the thought that I almost lost someone I love.

I smile up at Spencer as he briefly hugs me, "I wasn't expecting you till later." I say to him. Spencer smiles widely "They're showing Solaris tonight, the original in theaters, wanna go?" He asks excitedly.

I smile and nod my head "I'd love to go with you Spence!" I open my mouth to ask what time when I hear my name being called behind me. I turn my head as my brother yells from the bathroom. "Y/N can you grab my bag and leave it outside the bathroom door?"

I turn back to Spencer to tell him about my brother staying with me. When I look up at him my smile drops from my face when I see the expression on his face. He turns without saying anything and leaves my apartment. I curse in my head and quickly follow him out of the door.

"Spencer wait!" I yell as I chase after him. He ignores me and keeps walking away. I groan out loud and reach out and grasp his hand. He jerks his hand out of my grasp and glares down at me. My heart squeezing at his actions "Spence I swear it is not what you think! That's m.." Spencer cuts me off with a scoff and crosses his arms "I really don't want to hear your excuses Y/N! It's pretty clear what is going on, and to be honest I'm so glad this can finally be over." I softly gasp at his words and feel my eyes water. "What do you mean?" I ask. He rolls his eyes at the break in my voice. "Come on Y/N I only ever asked you out because Morgan bet me I couldn't get a date with the cold and detached agent Y/L/N." He says with a cold tone.

I feel the breath leave me and stare at him in disbelief, "You only asked me out as a bet?" I ask with a quiver to my voice as I feel my tears threaten to spill over. He glares down at me before turning and walking away leaving me standing in the hall heartbroken.

A sob escapes me as I quickly turn back to my apartment and rush inside slamming the door shut and sliding to the floor with my head on my knees. My heart hurts, my head hurts, and I feel so stupid for falling in love with Spencer Reid.

I feel arms wrap around me and I lean into my brother and sob. He shushes me and gently rocks me in his arms. "It'll be okay Y/N, you just gotta wait for him to cool down and explain to him what's really going on and who I am. I don't think he meant what he said to you. From everything you have ever told me about him he loves you as much as you love him." I wipe my eyes and shake my head. "You didn't see the look in his eyes when he said those words to me, he meant them."

I look up at Bro/N and involuntarily let out a wet laugh when I see him in my pink bath robe. He chuckles "You never did grab my bag for me to get changed so I had to improvise when I heard you crying." He says.

I sniffle and stand up wiping my face. "I should go talk to him, he needs to know I would never hurt him or cheat!" I go to walk out of the door when my phone rings, I look at the caller I.d and see Emily's name on it. I quickly pick it up. "Em" I say but before I can continue she interrupts me. "You never deserved Spencer, how could you cheat on him and try to make excuses?!" I open my mouth to respond to her and defend myself when she coldly says "We're profilers how did we never see how rotten you were for Spencer, just a cold hearted bitch."

My lip quivers as I hang up on Emily so I don't have to listen to her words anymore. I look to my brother and smile sadly. "I don't think Spencer is going to listen to me, or anyone for that matter." I walk past him and to my bedroom, I shut the door and crawl into bed and close my eyes letting the tears soak into my pillow. My phone rings two more times from the other BAU team before I shut my phone off.

~The Next Morning~

I wake up with a headache and itchy eyes. I sigh and stare up at my ceiling debating getting up or not. I look over at my phone that is still shut off and close my eyes tightly. I reach over and turn my phone on. I lay it on my bed and gather some clothes and towels before heading to the bathroom to have shower.

When I enter the bathroom and turn the light on I stare at myself in the mirror. I look like absolute shit, my face is pale and my eyes are red. I look away and start the shower, I let out a big sigh and groan as my head pounds. 'it's going to be a long day' I think to myself.

After showering I feel a bit better and once I am dressed I leave the room and reenter my bedroom. I look at my phone and pick it up, I have 7 missed calls from various members of the team, none of which are from Spencer. I sit down and click on the first message from JJ. I don't even get through the whole message before hanging it up again. If all the messages are even close to what that one was I don't want to hear it.

My phone rings and I cringe when I see it is Hotch calling. I answer the phone, "L/N" "Y/N? We got a case, wheels up in 30." I frown at the thought of being around the team and Spencer. "I'll be there." I say before hanging up. I quickly grab my go bag and head out of my room. I stop in the kitchen where Bro/N is cooking at the stove. "I got a case, I may not be back tonight." He turns to me and quickly hugs me. "Please be safe, and try to talk to that boyfriend of yours." I sigh at his words. "i'm not so sure he's even my boyfriend anymore, and from the various voicemails from my teammates i'm not even sure they count me as family anymore either." Bro/N frowns down at me, "They just need to hear the truth, it's all a big misunderstanding." I smile at his attempt to reassure me, I wave goodbye to him and leave.

~time skip~

Entering the plane I feel the air grow tense as several glares are directed at me, I look down and quickly sit in a seat far enough away from the others. Hotch walks past me and as he does he hands me the information folder. I sit for the rest of the trip with my face buried in the file trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling bubbling up in my chest at the way the others are periodically glaring at me or completely ignoring me.

Once we arrived at the precinct i'm paired off with Rossi, one of the only members besides Hotch who hasn't shown any hostility towards me. I don't feel much for conversing so we work quietly together going over information from the files the police have gathered. I can tell he wants to say something to me but I don't think I have it in me to have this conversation right now. I walk away from him and find the lead detective on the case to ask a few questions.

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All day I've been treated with cold shoulders and the odd snide remarks from Morgan or Prentiss. That mixed in with the concerned looks from Hotch and Rossi i'm ready to go home and not see the day of light for a month. With the case wrapped up and the unsub found and taken care of we head home.

On the plane back to Quantico I sat alone, Hotch had stopped briefly to discuss some paperwork with me but he's asleep now, just like the majority of the plane besides Rossi and myself. I sigh and get up to make myself some tea, hoping it will calm my nerves a bit. as I walk past Rossi he reaches out and grasps my arm. "I'm here if you ever need to talk." He whispers quietly. I give him a sad smile and nod before continuing into the kitchenette area. Hidden behind the curtain I can feel my resolve crumble a bit. I tilt my head back and blink rapidly trying to blink back my watering eyes.

I take a deep breath and turn to leave with my tea, as I go to push the curtain aside Spencer walks through. I freeze as he looks up and sees me. He doesn't say anything. "Spencer please can I explain myself to you? I swear it wasn't what you thoug.." he walks past me without saying anything and completely ignores me. I look down at the tea in my hands feeling the warmth seeping into my skin. My chest hurts as I quickly walk out of the area and past Rossi who gives me a sympathetic look. I sit down facing away from the others and drink my tea quietly and alone, feeling as though I've lost a part of myself with that final interaction with Spencer.

~1 Month Later~

I feel my anger simmer as I storm past the team and up the stairs towards Hotch's office. It's been a whole month of being ignored, ridiculed, and belittled by those I should call my team, who I once called my family and trusted above all else. I need to do this for myself and I know it's going to hurt but I need out. I knock on Hotch's door and before he can say anything I storm in and shut the door behind me.

Hotch seems shocked and opens his mouth to say something but before he can I slam the papers down on his desk stopping him. He picks the papers up and briefly looks at them before snapping his gaze back to mine "Transfer papers?" He asks in disbelief and I nod my head once and cross my arms over my chest defensively.

Hotch stands from his desk and walks around it and stands in front of me "Y/N please reconsider you're a great agent and part of this team." He pleads. I shake my head sadly. "I want out Hotch, please sign them." Hotch gets a sad look in his eyes and gazes at me "I know what happened between you and Spencer was difficult but..."

I interrupt him before he can continue and snap at him "What's difficult is being treated with hostile attitudes in the work place by my own team! What's difficult is my ex boyfriend apparently only started dating me because of a bet with Derek fucking Morgan! What's difficult is that everyone is calling me a whore and a heartless bitch all because I offered my apartment to my brother because his fucking apartment building caught on fire and he almost didn't make it out! I really thought I had found my second family here, people I could trust, people I loved and thought loved me as well!"

I can feel my eyes begin to water as Hotch stares at me in shock. "Y/N did you try explaining this to the team or Spencer?" He asks and I shake my head sadly. "They won't give me the time of day, I've tried to explain to Spencer and the others over and over again and honestly I can't anymore, I need to start new, with a team I can trust to have my back."

Hotch steps closer to me and places his hand on my shoulder "You need to talk to them Y/N, it's all just a misunderstanding." He says softly and I can't keep looking him in the eyes. I look away and sadly smile "They lost me Hotch and there is no getting me back after how they treated me."

He opens his mouth to speak but I shake my head and feel my tears finally spill over. "Aaron don't make me go over your head on this, either sign my transfer forms or I'll go to Strauss and she'll do it for me."

I can see him caving and he reluctantly nods before going back to his desk and signs my transfer forms.  "I'm sorry things turned out how they did, I'll miss you Y/N you were a great agent and an amazing friend."

I feel my composure cracking even more and let out a soft sob as he walks back around his desk and pulls me into a hug.

I hug Hotch tightly as my tears wet his suit jacket and I can feel my heart break all over again at losing a family, but maybe not all of them.

~2 weeks later~

It's my last day and I can already feel a weight being lifted off my shoulders. It's been a long two weeks of constantly being ridiculed by my own team, the hatred in their eyes everyday tears a new hole deep inside of me that I know will never heal. The worst of it all is that Spencer doesn't even seem like he cares that we are no longer together, perhaps this was just an out for him and he has been wanting to leave me but didn't know how to break it to me. Perhaps he never truly did love me.

I'm finishing up the last of my files when I hear my name, I turn my head and catch a glimpse of my brother. I smile brightly and get up as he reaches me and pulls me in for a hug.

I can feel the air grow tense and the burning gazes of the team as they watch us. I ignore them and smile up at Bro/N.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him and he smiles back at me and shrugs his shoulders. "I'm heading back home today and thought I'd stop to say bye and thank you for letting me stay with you while everything got figured out at the insurance office."

I scoff and shake my head "You don't have to thank me for that! I'm just happy you're safe and nothing happened to you! Now what time is your flight anyway?" I ask.

"Not for another hour but I just wanted to double check that you're sure you don't want to come home with me?" He asks for what must be the hundredth time, he knows how things have been going at work but I already told him about my transfer.

I laugh and shake my head "As much as I love mom and dad there is no way in hell your dragging me back home to live with them! And while you're at home tell mom to stop going through my old boxes, the things she keeps finding and sending me pictures of makes me cringe!"

I can hear the soft gasps of my team behind us but I ignore them.

He shakes his head sadly and frowns down at me "Are you sure you're gonna be okay?" He asks me softly and I smile sadly up at him and nod "It's my last day anyway, after this I'll be transferring over to anti-terrorism"

There's choked gasps and sputtering behind me when the team hears that I am leaving that day! I feel a vindictive glee wash over me as I link my arm with Bro/N "Let me walk you out I'm almost all done here and I'm sure Hotch is okay if I say goodbye to you then come back up and clear out my desk"

As we leave the bullpen I can just glimpse the looks on my former teams face through the glass door reflection but I ignore it and leave.

As Y/N and her brother leave, Hotch comes out of his office after watching everything unfold. He shakes his head at his team and frowns down at them "You really broke her, all of you lost her trust and her friendship, she put in the transfer two weeks ago, its finalized and it's her last day today." He leaves them at that and goes back into his office.

The team all shift and glance at one another. They feel shocked and dismayed at what has unfolded before them. Not only were they terrible to you it was all a misunderstanding, they said such horrible things to you!

Spencer is especially shocked and dismayed, he lost the most important person in his life because he wouldn't let her explain herself. He can feel his heart breaking all over again, but this time for Y/N, not him. He said so many things to you that he wishes he could just take it all back.

The teams thoughts are interrupted as you reenter the bullpen.

You unintentionally make eye contact with some of the team who seem to have something to say but you shake your head. "No! I will not listen to anything any of you have to say to me" You turn to your desk and start to clear it out but you can see them shuffling in your peripheral vision and before anyone can speak up you snap at them. "I'm serious! I never want to hear anything from any of you again! You burned every single bridge to me and I refuse any apologies you might have, I really wish you the best in life but none of you are welcomed in mine anymore. I trusted you all! You were my family and I loved you! But I honestly wish I'd never transferred to the BAU in the first place, I regret ever meeting you people!" With that I pick up my stuff and storm out of the bullpen and into an elevator never to be seen again.

[my-fandom-imagine]

Imagine being forced to break up with your boyfriend Tyler by his dad.

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Imagine finding out Tyler is the Hyde