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You were an FBI agent once, until you quit. You couldn't stay cold all the time, play with rules, wait for permission to go and investigate. So you were  a detective, a lone hunter. With an affair with William Graham, specialist when it comes to catching a psychotic murder. It never bothered you, the fact that everyone thought he's a freak, weirdo which will become a serial killer. You loved him more than everything else, more than your own life! And he loved you even more. Though you weren't married, he never proposed. You didn't blame him, it wasn't important. What gives you a marriage? Only the same last name and a ring on your finger. You

Thomas Barrow groaned quietly, gritting his teeth as he threw back the covers and swung his legs out of bed. Who’s making that bloody noise? he thought to himself, running a hand through his bed-mussed hair as he stumbled his way to the door, throwing it open and stalking down the hallway. Bloody annoying, I’ll show them what’s what- the thought was cut off as he caught sight of the source of the noises.    “[f/n]?” he whispered, almost to himself as he stepped closer, cautious now as he approached. Were you crying? You never cried.    “Bet you love seeing this,” you mumbled, not looking at him. 

The Worst Sort of Lie JarethxReader "I wish goblins would come and take you away! Right now!" You heard the loud screech of the older daughter you nannied and ran up to the room she shared with her infant sister.  You grabbed her by the wrist as she stormed out of the room. The storm outside caused the lights to flicker. "Jenna!" you scolded the five-year-old, "You don't really mean that." Her lip pushed out indignantly and her little fists clenched. "Oh but I do!" she huffed, "I do, I do, I do!" Her small foot pounded harder on the ground with each word. Lowering yourself to her level, you talked quietly to her. "Jenna, the worst li

House X Reader: Mean Attitude (One-Shot!) New Jersey Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital    You were a Doctor at Princeton and also happened to be a part of Dr. Gregory Houses’ team. You also happened to be House’s girlfriend, you walked into House’s office and saw him sitting at his desk tossing a ball in the air and catching it.    “Why are you so mean toward Chase? Just because he made a mistake?” You crossed your arms and saw the middle aged man turn his head and look at you.    “He made two mistakes actually?” House put the tennis ball on his desk, picked up his cane and stood up walki

Imagine… Your jaw had reduced in swelling, a large bruise still there. Who knew Socs could hit so hard? Since you got it, Steve and Soda had been teasing you. Although, they always said it made you look tuff. You just said you would have to deal with a loose tooth for a good while afterwards. However, things weren’t all sunshine and daises. The Socs were pissed with you for hitting their girl, and they ran you down every chance they got. Like right now. You were wandering around the park, smoking a cancer stick. My God, you were bored. Of course, the roar of a Mustang engine filled the air, a particular blue one rolling up. You s

"You want me to what?" You asked in disbelief. Your eyes flicked from Eggs-Galahad, you mentally corrected, to your beagle puppy, BB. "Shoot it." Eggsy repeated, and you looked at him, a deep frown etched onto your lips. You turned the gun over in your hand, before shaking your head. "I can't. I'm not going to shoot my dog just to join the Kingsman. I'm sorry, but it's not worth it." You're not worth it. Was what Eggsy heard, and ouch, okay, that hurt a little bit. Sure, you weren't actually dating, but Eggsy liked you and he had flirted with you constantly during your Kingsman training. You insisted, however, that you couldn't even give h