#I’ll work on requests soon I just want to draw a few other things that aren’t tumblr requests so I can post on my Twitter lo

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Some early shopping!

[drefear]

Art Reference pt. 2

Miguel x Reader

TW: Smut, rough rough sex, jealousy, pooty eating miguel is superior.

This was a request about reader being an artist and Miguel finding out that they tried drawing him naked and he says some sly shit about it, which results into the nasty nasty.

A/N: so it's not the bedroom mirror sexy, but it is some sweaty sexy with hints of jealous/possessive miguel. idk i wanted to combine it with the other idea I had. so i hope yall enjoy.

Part one here

The days since Miguel found your sketchbook we’re filled with relentless sex, constantly pinned under the gargantuan man and being his sexual relief. 

The Spider Society stayed business as usual.

At least to everyone else. 

But a few of the spiderwomen noticed something different about you. 

“Are those hickeys?” Jess asked, and your hand flew to your neck. Your face got a bit warm under your mask and you thanked the heavens that you’d just gotten back from hunting down an anomaly. She shook your head and laughed. 

“What? No no.” You denied and looked away, waving to Ben. 

“They look like hickeys.” She tilted her head and pressed on. 

“They are.” A voice came from behind you and you both looked up at Miguel, who was just standing there with a cup of coffee in hand, looking too relaxed for what he just admitted. 

“See, I knew they were!” Jess laughed and leaned towards you, making you edge backwards and laugh nervously. “So who are they?” 

“It’s Noir, right?” Another voice pipped up and you turned to see Pav sitting down next to you. 

Miguel’s face contorted as he watched you react. “Why would you think it’s him?” He asked and Pav smiled innocently. 

“Have you seen how Noir looks at her? And how much the two talk about her art?” Pav points to your sketchbook, opening to a page with both Jess and Noir on it. “And she’s always drawing him.” Your eyes stayed trained on Miguel as his brows creased with frustrations. His sights flashed back up from the page to you, making your body tingle a bit. 

“So I’m right, right?” Pav spoke up again and you just cleared your throat, gathering the papers and pencils you’d played across the table. 

“I-I have work to do, I’ll talk to you guys later.” You mumbled under your breath and ora tu ally ran away. Once you were gone, Pav puffed out his chest. 

“I’m definitely right.” 

Miguel huffed as he stood in front of his screens a bit later, grouchy as ever. He felt a presence behind him and glanced, seeing Jess looming in the doorway. 

“They’re your hickeys, right?” She concluded and he just grunted in confirmation. She walked closer and he stayed hunched over his desk, not moving his eyes from the moving screens. “Is it serious?” His silence was the only answer she got as she let out a pent up breath of understanding. 

You two hadn’t discussed what you were doing, you just enjoyed what was going on. Or that’s what Miguel was doing. 

He had no idea what you were thinking. 

“Does Spider Noir actually have a crush on her?”

“Of course he does, half of the spider people here do. She’s incredible and smart, funny and creative.” Jess went on about your traits and Miguel just found himself getting more and more upset. “But she’s spending her time with you. So don’t fuck it up.” Jess said and turned to leave, then added as she walked. “She might have others wanting her attention soon, so step up to the plate.” And then the motorcyclist was gone, leaving Miguel to his thoughts. 

“She’s right, ya know.” Miguel heard Lyla say and just groaned. He’d talk to you about it soon, he just didn’t want to say  the wrong thing. 

Two days later, Miguel had asked you to train with him a bit. He loved being around you and the two of you began doing mundane everyday activities together. To your surprise, MIguel actually had a sense of humor and smiled a lot when he wasn’t surrounded by people constantly chattering about things he found unimportant. 

So you two decided to go to the gym together. It was something you’d done before, so today was no exception. 

You started before he got there, moving to the weight rack and grabbing a few to start, slowly building up to a heavier pair. He walked in and saw you doing some squats with the weights and his eyes found something he wasn’t prepared to see. 

You had camel toe. And he loved it. 

Seeing the outline of your tight pussy made him bite his tongue to keep from acting out right here in the middle of his gym. The way you squatted and the lips moved slightly, covered by the blue spandex of your gym shorts made him lick his own lips. 

He moved in next to you and made himself a little area near yours, beginning to focus on his own workout routine. 

But he couldn’t. 

Not when every time you walked away, all he thought about was diving into your sweet pussy and tasting your juices mixed with the musky sweat you’d been working up since you’d gotten here. His eyes practically rolled back at the thought of eating you out right here on the bench press, and he tried to subtly adjust his gym shorts. Closing his eyes, he shook his head and stood up. He grabbed your arm and pulled you aside, bending down to whisper. 

“We’re leaving.” He announced and you were stunned, speechless. You’d been there for less than an hour, was he upset? 

You followed him out, not daring to question him, and let him take you home. The car ride was silent as well, and the threads of doubt ran through your mind like a wild cheetah. Had you done something? Was this it? Was this the moment you’d been dreading, when he finally cut things off and told you it was all a mistake? 

Meanwhile, Miguel was trying anything to hide his painful and obvious erection. You were either much more oblivious to how he felt about you than he’d initially thought, or being courteous so as to not make him feel embarrassed about being a grown man with a boner. He stomped into his apartment and stood by his dinner table, as you just shut the door behind him and waited to hear what he had to say. 

He moved to face you and pinched the meat of your hips a bit, then bending down to get on his knees and glancing upward at you. 

“God, I couldn't help it.” He moans and buries his nose into your clothed cunt. “You just look amazing.” His voice was splintered with lust as he begged. “I want to eat you out through these fucking leggings.” He lifted your hips and planted you on the dining table, licking against the middle of your pants. You gasped and leaned back on one hand as he rubbed his nose against your clit and you shook slightly. The middle of your workout pants were now soaked with his saliva, nipping the fabric with his teeth and sucking you through it. 

“Smells amazing, tastes amazing. Could see the outline of my cunt while you were at the gym.” He grunted, rutting slightly against the chair next to him. “Yeah, this is my cunt. Mine to lick and fuck, no one else’s, not even fucking Noir.” He hissed and you began to understand where this had come from. 

“Noir?” You questioned before sucking in a sharp breath while he put your spandex covered thighs on his shoulders. 

“Mmm, that black and white cabrón. He couldn’t handle this pussy, the way you clamp down on me and make it hard to fuck you. He couldn’t make you scream for hours, like how only I can. Solo mia.” Miguel rambled, as he did often hen he was in the process of fucking you somehow. “Just you, Miguel- fuck.” You nodded as your fingers found his hair and tangled into the roots. He let his claws out for a second before moving his talons and ripping down the center of the leggings, letting the cool air blow onto your exposed cunt. “So wet…” He marveled and bit his lip. You whined out and stared down at the shredded fabric in his hands. “I’ll get you new ones, just let me fucking have this pussy.” 

His red eyes looked as if you could swim in them, deadly and focused on you. You clenched around nothing as he continued to watch how your muscles moved, mesmerized by how needy you looked writhing on his table with your most intimate area in his face. His nose nudged against your clit and electric shocks sparked through your spine, making you arch your back in pleasure and a growl rumbled through his chest. 

“He’s too vanilla for you, isn’t that right?” He cooed and dragged a hand up your torso, then back down to your thigh by his head and sinking his claws into the skin, making angry red marks appear. You gasped and nodded with haste. 

“Yes! Yes, yes…” You repeated the word like a prayer as he smirked and languidly lapped at your folds. You felt gross, sweaty from your brief workout and letting him eat you out this way. “Miguel- wait-” You pushed his head a bit, now insecure, and he nipped at the skin in the crease of your inner thigh. “Ah!” 

“Are you trying to push me away, mi corazon? Don’t you want me to tongue-fuck you?” His hands gripped your thighs tighter and slid your squirming body back down towards his face. You mewled and nodded. 

“But- Miguel, I’m sweaty and-” 

“That’s what I want.” He stated, as if it was as plain as day and wrapped his lips around your heat once more, tongue shooting inside of you and exploring around to find where made you scream the loudest. His teeth grazed your clit and there was an inevitable snap in your core, making your eyes only see white for a moment as he groaned, feeling your juices flood his mouth. 

He pulled away and stood up, eyeing your out-of-breath form as your eyes met and he made a show of licking your cum off of his lips, then wiping his chin with the back of his hand. You shivered as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you up to meet his lips, tasting yourself as you kissed him gently. 

“I bet Noir couldn’t make you cum like that with just his mouth.” he smirked and whispered as you sighed happily. 

“Why do you keep bringing him up?” 

“Because you draw him a lot.” 

“No, I draw you a lot. I drew him to help me practice shading.” You clarify and Miguel feels himself get embarrassed as you finally put it all together. “Are you jealous?” 

“Well, I’m not- I don’t think I have the right to be jealous.” He muses, seeing how you’d answer and you hum a bit, smiling again. 

“You’re right. You don’t.” Your words leave him slightly hurt for a moment, until you continue, “unless you had feelings for me, which then it would be totally understandable to be jealous.” You watched how his eyes became amused and intrigued. 

“Oh yeah?” He playfully spoke as he lifted you up into his arms and moved to his couch, leaning you down and dropping you to the cushions. With the midsection of your leggings turned into ribbons, you sat with your core completely on display for him as he stood looking down at your body. “Well, now, if I did have feelings for you, would you reciprocate them?”

“I might, especially seeing how crazy and sexy you get when you’re jealous.” You pull his hands to make him balance on top of you, now caging you onto the couch with his arms by your head. “You think me tearing open your clothes and making sure you know that you’re mine is sexy?” He repeated, eyebrows shooting up in surprise as you laughed and nodded. 

“I think that you wanting me is sexy.”

“That makes sense.” He admitted and you laughed harder, not able to hide your enjoyment. “So. I like you, you like me. What are we going to do about it?” He mused and bent down further to capture your lips, but you moved to flip him onto the ground before he could make it to his destination. Straddling him now and staying close to his face, you bit his bottom lip with your teeth. Letting go, you grinned like a mad woman. 

“I’m going to prove that you’re also mine.”

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[wosoamazing]

Periods

Summary: you get your third period and it’s bad but Lia and Leah take care of you.

Warnings: Bad period, vomit, hints at Leah’s endometriosis (but not actually mentioned)

A/N: I understand that Lia and Leah are not together, but this is purely fiction so…. Hope you like it, also as always requests are welcome, and I am working on the current requests I have.

“Hey Y/N/N, why aren’t you up yet? The girls are coming over soon.” Beth asked, you had stayed at Beth and Viv's for the night as Leah was going out with some friends and you didn't want to be left alone.

“My stomach hurts Beth, it’s like cramping,” she furrows her eyebrows and pulls back your covers, to see a red patch underneath you.

“Oh, I think you’ve got your period, don’t worry it’s okay, it happens to all of us, there are some products in the bottom draw of the bathroom, have a shower and I’ll change the sheets for you,” she left you in the spare room, you quickly grabbed some clothes for the day and made your way to the bathroom, passing Beth in the hall.

You spent quite some time in the shower the warm water felt really nice, once you got out you put a tampon in and a pad on, you didn’t want to leak, you have only had 2 previous periods, but hadn’t leaked onto the sheets even the first time you got one, so you were more concerned than usual, after getting dressed you headed downstairs.

You had barely made it down the stairs, each step was accompanied by a stab in your lower abdomen. With each step the number of tears leaking out of your eyes increased. You walked into the living room where you could hear voices coming from, as you rounded the corner Lia saw you and her face dropped. “Oh Bug, come here” she said as she gestured for you to come sit with her, she was sat in the corner seat of the couch with her legs crossed, Steph was sat next to her, normally you would’ve resisted her offer, you didn’t like to have to have people take care of you, but in this moment you just wanted comfort preferably from your sister but Lia was the next best thing, you had seen her take care of Leah many times and sometimes Leah even asked Lia for help, especially when she had her period, and she was very good at it. So, you went over at sat in her lap. You sat horizontally to her, leaning your side into her, and placing your head into the crook of her neck, you brought your knees up to your chest and curled yourself up in hopes of reducing the pain you were experiencing.

Shortly after Beth had entered the room, holding some pains meds and your Arsenal water bottle in one hand and a hot water bottle and some sick bags in the other, you were slightly confused as to why she had those but didn’t bother to question, the girls had dealt with Leah’s periods a few times so maybe they were preparing just encase. “Here,” you sat up slightly as Beth handed you the pains meds and water bottle, she placed the sick bags next to Lia. After you swallow the pain meds, she gave you the hot water bottle which you put on your stomach before collapsing back into Lia as you let out a whimper.

“Where is Le?”

“She’ll be here soon, was just picking some things up. It’s okay, I’m here for you, anything you need at all, I know they haven’t been this bad before, but its okay” Lia told you. She practically knew everything about you, she was essentially living in your house now so it was expected.

“Do you want something to eat?” Beth asked you, you shook your head.

“You should try and eat something Kleintje, what about just a piece of toast” Viv asked

You didn't nod but you didn't shake your head either, so Viv decided to go make you a piece of toast, she lightly buttered it for you and brought it back. You managed to get through half of it before you started to feel sick, you gave it back to Viv and tried to take your mind of the sick feeling, however it only increased, you were very similar to your sister when you were sick or in pain so Lia noticed almost immediately, she got herself prepared with a sick bag trying to be as discrete as possible. You released from your ball as you gagged, Lia held the sick bag for you, and Steph rubbed your back. Once you finished you leaned back into Lia as Viv took the bag from her and said, “I’m going to call Leah,” to which everyone nodded in agreement.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, starting to cry, you try and burry yourself into Lia further, she pulls you closer and just wraps her arms around you once again, whispering “It’s okay Bug, we’ve got you” in your ear. You drift off to sleep, shortly after.

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You wake up in a different place, you were still lying on Lia, but in different surroundings much more familiar surrounds. You were in your own house, Lia was sitting on your couch. Lia had noticed your stir “Hey Bug, Leah is just having a quick shower, then she will be out, how are you feeling?”

“B-bad” you said as tears leaked out of your eyes.

Lia noticed you were trying to move “Where do you want to go?” “Toilet” “Okay, do you want help up?” you shake your head. You try and manoeuvre yourself out of Lia’s lap, however it was unsuccessful and your movement caused a wave of stabbing pains to course through your abdomen, your breath hitched, you felt sick, like you were going to be sick, but you couldn’t be. Lia had noticed this, the bathroom wasn’t an option, and with your pain so bad, she didn’t want to move at all, every time she breathed you whimpered ever so slightly so she knew moving to reach the bowl would be all too much, she was just glad her and Leah had the idea to put towels down on the couch. You gagged, cupping your hand to your mouth, not knowing what you were trying to achieve as there wasn’t really another option other than the one you really didn’t want to face

“It’s okay, just let it out, we can just clean it up” she said in a soft, kind and reassuring tone. You gaged again, the only difference was this time something came up, and it went on you and Lia, “It’s okay, don’t worry, I’m here” Lia said as she rubbed your back. “Oh Bug,” Leah said as she walked out just catching a glimpse of the end of the what had just unfolded, she quickly walked over and grabbed the bowl placing it front of you, you gag again and loose more of your stomach contents, thankfully this time none of it was going on you though, Lia rubbed your back while Leah spoke encouraging words in your ear. “I’m sorry” you said shaking once you were done.

“It’s okay Bug, come on let’s get you showered” she picked you up, and took you to the bathroom, once you had gotten all cleaned up and changed, Leah directed you to her room as she helped you walk, Lia was already there sitting on ‘her’ side of the bed, she had also gotten prepared, there was water, pain meds, hydrolyte, sick bags and cloths on either side of the bed. You got onto the bed and Leah followed, leaving you positioned in the middle of the two women. Lia handed you some pain meds and water which you took before curling up with the hot water bottle on your stomach. Leah was rubbing your back, hoping that eventually it might soothe you to sleep, but it didn’t, only your whimpers got worse. You let out a little cry as Leah repositioned herself on the bed, she positioned the pillows so that her upper body was just slightly propped up. “Bug, I’m going to try something, it might hurt at first, but it should help, okay?” You nod slightly, so she gently slides you so that you are resting on top of her, she pulled you up slightly too so that your head on her shoulder, the movement cause you to cry, “Oh Bug, I know I’m sorry, I love you” she kissed you on the temple before continuing “I’m going to place my hands on your stomach okay, I’ll start ever so gentle and then slowly and slightly increase the pressure, but if at anytime you want me to stop just tell me and I will,” you nod. She places her hands on your stomach just below your waistband, you can feel the warmth of her hands and your body relaxes slightly, and with that Leah starts to apply a small amount of pressure, you wince and reach out for Lia’s hand seeking comfort, she slides over from where she is on the bed to be right next to Leah, you felt her at Leah’s side and slightly moved your head, so it was resting on her shoulder. Having relaxed into the initial pressure Leah increased, you whined and tried to pull back, Leah immediately moved her hands away “Sorry Bug, do you want me to stop?” “No, it does help, but also hurts a little, but not too much, better than the other pain” “Okay, but again tell me to stop if you need” you nodded your head and she continued, she felt you relax completely when you eventually fell asleep, but she kept massaging for a few minutes just to be sure you were in a deep sleep, your hand loosened on Lia’s and that’s when she stopped knowing you were definitely asleep.

“You’re a really good sister to her you know that right?” “Yeah, I suppose, I really don’t want her to leave, but she needs to, she needs to keep developing and as much as it pains me to say it, she isn’t going to improve at arsenal, she has just been playing with us for too long now, she knows the ins and outs of us, and even every defender on other teams, she needs new competition, new play style. I just, I don’t, in a few weeks everything is going to be so different” Leah broke at the final sentence, Lia wrapped her arm around her and kissed her on the temple, before Leah rested her head in the crook of Lia’s neck, her tears slid down her face, making Lia’s neck wet as she tried to hide her emotions, this was the first time Leah had actually expressed how she felt about your move, Lia knew how she felt but Leah hadn't actually spoken to anyone about it yet. “You know its okay to cry right, you both have such a special bond, she has lived with you for the past 6 years and you lived with her for like the first 8 years of here life-” “something like that yeah” “I know it will be different, I’ll miss her too, I spend so much time with her and I basically live here now, it’s like she is my little sister. But we have each other we will get through this together okay, I love you so much Le” “I love you too Wally, and if it helps, she definitely thinks of you as a big sister, I don’t think she would’ve let any of the other girls look after her today the way she let you do willingly, and did you see her reach for your hand and relax slightly when you came closer, she loves you too Wally, and also thank you so much for taking such amazing care of her today, while I wasn’t there. Sorry you got sick on you”.

Lia made a gross face at the reminder of that “I don’t think I would willingly let anyone other than my two Williamson’s vomit on me, ever. I just feel so bad for her, do you think we should take her to the doctor? Like I know with you and all there are the chances and stuff but what if something is wrong.”

“Oh don’t worry Mum has her booked in for an ultrasound already, somehow she managed to get one for tomorrow which in hindsight isn’t going to be fun to get her to but oh well” your sister looked down to your face a small frown was appearing she moved one of her hands back onto your stomach and the frown slightly lessened, she lightly started massaging again and the frown disappeared, so she kept going, hoping that you could sleep, as clearly even in your sleep you were in pain. “I do hope though that this is just a one off, I don’t want her to have to go through it, deal with this or worse every month.”

“I know, I hope so too, but we will be here for her and Lucy and Kie will look after her, and the girls at Barca, they all seem lovely”

“Yeah, it, just, I don’t know,” Leah sighed, they laid in silence for a bit before Lia spoke.

“Babe, I might try and sleep, if that’s okay, because it’s not like we are going anywhere soon and I’m slightly exhausted, after last night and then today”.

“Yeah, I might sleep too, love you,” they kissed briefly before Leah placed her head in the crook of Lia’s neck again and Lia rested her head on hers.

____

“Oh, Cait, I found them, shhh” Katie said, Caitlin came in and took a picture, Leah and Lia held hands over you, as you hand your hand was still placed in Lia’s and Leah’s other arm was wrapped around you.

“They are so cute, let’s just leave them be, leave the stuff on the bench I’ll send them a message”.

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Leah woke up first and grabbed her phone, seeing a message from Caitlin.

Caitlin: We came to drop of a few things, you didn’t answer so we let ourselves in, we found all 3 of you asleep, so let you be, the items are just on the bench.

Caitlin: *sent a photo*

Leah: Thank you so much, and could you not tell people straight away….. I mean I know the team probably assumes but we haven’t told Bug yet, were going to tell her today but…

Caitlin: Yeah sure, hope she feels better.

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You blinked your eyes open, and Leah looked down at you, “Feeling better Bug?”

“A little I guess,” you paused for a little moment, “Le?” “Yeah Bug,” “Are you and Lia together?” “Well Bug, in a way I suppose yes, we were going to ask you if you were okay with us being together today, but we decided not too because you weren’t well”.

“Okay, I don’t mind, can Lia move in now? Well like does it mean she will move in?”

“If you’re okay with that bug.”

“I would like that, I love Lia, she is really nice and fun, and she takes care of me and doesn’t complain when I throw up on her, and she makes you happy, and she is always the first one to check you’re okay and she really cares for you and helps you, even when you push her away. Don’t mess this one up Le, but maybe before she moves in just check, she wants kids…. And maybe marriage.”

“I’m glad you like her bug, because I do really like her, and I promise I wont mess this one up.” “I’m just going to go to the toilet” you say as you get up and head for the toilet shutting the door.

“Having little mini me’s wandering around the house one day could be cute, and I reckon she would make a great wedding planner, that way she wouldn't have to choose between us, for bride's maid”

“You were awake? You heard all that?” Lia nodded and smiled, which caused Leah to smirk before they kissed.

[the-guilty-writer]

Perfect Anyway

Request from anon: ‘you flinched’ with Reid x Reader plsss

Spencer Reid x GN!reader

Summary: Wounds don’t always heal perfect, but Spencer makes sure you know just how perfect you are.

A/N: Thank you for the request! This could be platonic or romantic depending on how you read it. I hope you like it either way!

CW: reader is held by an unsub, gunshots, cuts and scars, Spencer helps reader change their bandages because its is my favorite display of affection in fiction whether it’s platonic or romantic

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You looked down at the crime scene photos in front of you, hoping to find a pattern. There were a few you had already spotted- the victims were all high risk, all dumped in similar locations, and the killer used the same method every time.

Having worked at the BAU for over a year now, you were used to seeing these types of things. Photos of bodies, detailed files on murders, and horrifying signatures weren’t accompanied by the same churn in your stomach that you’d had during your first few cases. Everyone on the team had been upfront about how working this job could cause you to become desensitized to the worst of humanity- and how that sometimes felt as if you were being deprived of a bit of your humanity as well.

But this case brought all your humanity back to you as you saw a pattern you couldn’t ignore- all of the victims looked like you. From their hair color and skin tone, all the way down to body shape, you fit the unsubs type like a glove. Victim type, of course, was one of the first things the team identified when the case came in, but no one on the team had the courage to verbalize that all the victims looked as though they could be related to you.

It was well known throughout the team that you weren’t an easy person to spook, but the steady rhythm of your heart was beginning to speed and sputter. Adrenaline pitched you forward in your seat and you had to catch yourself from biting at your nails or twirling your pen.

“(Y/L/N),” Hotch said. “When I say that the entire team needs to go to the hotel and get some sleep, that means you too.”

“Yes, sir,” you said. “I’ll clean up and be right out.”

“Don’t keep us waiting too long,” he warned. It was a fair warning- if he hadn’t come to get you, you probably would have been staring at the photos all night trying to piece something together. You gathered your files and shoved them in your bag, taking one last long look at the evidence board.

“Hey,” an unfamiliar voice came from behind you, causing you to jump and turn.

Yeah, this case was definitely spooking you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” the officer said. He was taller than you and buffer than you, but his face and haircut showed his young age. “I just wanted to know if you have found anything yet. I’m just a beat cop, so they don’t tell me anything.”

He approached you slowly and easily, so slow and easy that if you weren’t a profiler you probably wouldn’t have noticed. You felt the pressure of his nearness and his gaze coming down on you.

“Nothing yet,” you said, though that wasn’t true. Over half the profile was finished, but there was a small voice in your head telling you that something wasn’t right about the situation happening. “Sorry. Hopefully the team will have something by tomorrow. Goodnight.”

You turned to leave no faster than you normally would so as not to cause suspicion- so far everything the unsub did was controlled and organized with no sign of falling into disevolution any time soon. Even if the officer was the unsub he wouldn’t dare stray from that control unless he was in the position where his psyche would snap.

And it did.

He seized you from behind, bringing a knife towards your throat to control you. With the other hand he yanked your gun from its holster and tossed it away, though you wouldn’t have been able to grab it anyways. You yelped as the blade grazed your skin just enough to draw blood from a cut across your collarbone.

“I’ve been sitting here all day,” the man whispered in your ear, his breath hot on the side of your face. You wanted to turn away from him, but the knife pressed against your throat kept your head still. “I’ve been watching you work… going over those photos again and again. I didn’t know whether you were testing me or whether it was a gift to see such a beautiful specimen examine the art I would turn it into.” He caressed your face. “The other ones weren’t so lucky.”

“Drop the knife.” You had never been so damn thankful that your boss was a stickler for punctuality. Hotch stood in front of you, gun drawn. Reid was next to him, his revolver in his hand as he slowly moved around so they had the unsub trapped at two angles.

Hotch moved forward. “You heard me,” he said sternly. “Drop the knife and let Agent (Y/L/N) go. You’re not getting out of this.”

“But I’d get to see them.” The hand that the unsub was holding the knife in was shaking now, causing the blade to bite into your skin. Hot blood ran from the cut it was creating. You only hoped now that you’d live long enough for that cut to become a scar. “I’d get to see them as artwork one last time.”

“They’re already artwork,” Reid said. You gazed towards him, but his eyes were locked on the unsub. “You see- there’s already blood drawn on their collar. Look.”

The unsub looked down at the shallow cut that he never intended to make, but was a result of his haste.

 Reid made eye contact with you as if he was trying to silently communicate something. “They aren’t a blank canvas anymore. You can’t make them look perfect.” He looked back at the unsub. “You messed up.”

In the shock of the statement the unsub faltered in his hold on you. You slipped sideways out of his grasp and fell to the floor.

There were one, two, three shots and a body hit the floor behind you.

You scrambled to get away from the unsub, even though he was dead, needing to get as far away from him as possible. Suddenly someone else was grabbing you. You went to pull away but-

“(Y/N)- (Y/N) it’s me.” The softness of Reid’s voice helped calm you and turned to look into his hazel eyes. They were wide with worry and concern.

You threw your arms around him, pulling him against you as you felt your body shake with the fear that paralyzed it before. Reid held you tight, rubbing a gentle hand on your back to soothe your nerves. “You’re safe (Y/N). You’re safe.”

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You got on the jet the next morning and opted to sit alone on the couch instead of at the table with the others. There were bandages over the cuts on your skin. They didn’t hurt, but they needed to be re-dressed with cream and fresh gauze every few hours to promote proper healing. Hopefully, they would scar over into thin lines, just a shade lighter than your skin, hardly noticeable unless you knew they were there- but the chance of the skin healing darker, or with wrinkling, or bulging was far higher.

The clatter of something hitting the floor caused you to flinch away from the sound, looking up from the book you were reading in an attempt to distract yourself. Rossi’s pen had rolled off the table. He leaned over and grabbed it without a second thought, but someone was looking at you.

It was Reid.

You averted your eyes from him and back towards your book, but it was too late- he had already seen that your shell had a crack. He walked over to you, his gait long and lanky as always.

“I thought you were playing cards.” You glanced at him.

“You looked like you could use some company,” he said.

“I’m fine, Reid.”

“You flinched.”

The pause that filled the air wasn’t any more still or any more quiet than how the jet was before, but it felt like it.

“And I came to remind you to change your bandages.” He changed the topic, breaking the tension.

“If it’s a few hours late it won’t kill me,” you said back, trying not to look up at him. “I need a bigger mirror than the one in the bathroom anyways.”

“I can do it,” he said. You didn’t even have time to argue before he was opening your bag and pulling all the supplies out. He carefully removed the old bandages and pulled wipes out to clean the sites. “I didn’t mean it, you know.” He pulled an alcohol wipe from a disposable packet and began to carefully sterilize your wounds.

“Didn’t mean what?”

“The thing about you not looking perfect.”

You snorted. “It was true for the unsub. And it’s true now. These could scar over really ugly.”

“Or they could scar over beautiful.” He carefully dabbed healing cream over the site.

“And if they don’t?”

Spencer placed a clean bandage on top of the dressing before looking you in the eye. “You’ll look perfect, anyways.”

[lilacwants]

Heyy if you're taking requests then how do we feel about Spencer Reid accidentally calling reader mommy in bed 👀 it's okay if you don't want to write it<3 thx byee :)

dark red.

18+ notes : sub! reid is sooo 😫 of course i’ll write this anon <3 thank you so much for requesting! summary: after an emotionally charged case, spencer comes home to unwind and something happens that surprises you both. warnings: soft & sub spencer, mature content, oral (m! receiving). discretion is advised. word count: 1.5k

It had been a long, gruelling case that left you drained and questioning the darkness of humanity. The team had finally returned to Quantico, and everyone was eager to go home and decompress. You and Spencer had been seeing each other for a few months, a relationship that blossomed quietly amid the chaos of his work at the BAU. Tonight, he needed comfort, a reminder of the light in the world, and most importantly, each other.

Spencer had invited you over to his apartment for a quiet night in. It was a sanctuary from the brutal realities he faced daily. The evening had started innocently enough with takeout from your favourite Chinese place and a movie playing softly in the background. Spencer was unusually quiet, his mind still processing the horrors left behind.

You reached over and gently squeezed his hand, drawing his gaze to you. "Hey, you okay?" you asked softly, your eyes searching his for any sign of what was troubling him.

He gave you a small, grateful smile. "Yeah, just... it was a tough case."

You nodded, understanding the weight he carried. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Spencer shook his head. "Not right now. I just want to be here with you."

Your heart melted at his words, and you leaned in to kiss him gently. What started as a tender moment soon deepened, the need for connection and solace growing between you. It wasn't long before you found yourselves in his bedroom, the movie long forgotten.

You lay together, limbs entwined, lost in each other's touch. Spencer's hands roamed your body with a reverence that made your heart ache. You were his anchor, his safe harbor in a stormy sea. And tonight, he needed that more than ever.

As your kisses grew more fervent, your bodies moving together in rhythm, you could feel Spencer's tension slowly melting away. His hands gripped you tighter, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered your name like a prayer.

In the heat of the moment, as you were lost in each other, Spencer's voice broke through the haze, breathy and desperate. "Mommy..."

The word hung in the air, and for a split second, everything stopped. You pulled back slightly, your eyes wide with surprise.

Spencer's eyes flew open, his face flushing a deep crimson as he realized what he'd said.

"Oh my god," he stammered, mortification written all over his face. "I didn't mean to-"

You silenced him with a soft kiss, your heart aching for him. "It's okay," you whispered against his lips. "It's okay, Spencer."

His eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of judgment or discomfort. But all he found was understanding and a tenderness that made his chest tighten with emotion.

"I... I don't know why I said that," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

You brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead, your touch gentle and soothing.

"Maybe it's something you need," you said softly, your voice laced with compassion.

"It's okay to need things, Spencer. It's okay, its okay to let go.”

He looked at you with such vulnerability that it took your breath away. "But what if... what if you don't like it?"

You smiled, your heart swelling with love for this man who had seen so much darkness but still had such a pure, gentle soul. "I want to give you what you need," you said earnestly. "If this is something you need, then I'm here for you. Always."

Spencer's eyes filled with tears, and he pulled you into a tight embrace, burying his face in your neck. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

"Thank you."

You held him close, your heart breaking and healing all at once. "Always," you murmured, pressing a kiss to his temple. "Always, Spencer."

As you held him close, his head nestled against your neck, you could feel the tension slowly ebbing away from his body. The vulnerability he showed you was a testament to the trust he placed in you, and you were determined to honor that.

You gently pulled back to look into his eyes, your fingers caressing his cheek. "Spencer, it's okay," you whispered, your voice soft yet firm.

He nodded, his eyes searching yours for reassurance. You leaned in and kissed him, your lips moving tenderly against his. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent.

Your hands moved to unbutton his shirt, and he helped you shrug it off, the fabric quickly discarded. You pushed him back onto the bed, straddling him as you looked down at him with a mixture of love and desire.

"Let me take care of you," you said, your voice a low murmur.

Spencer's breath hitched as you trailed kisses down his chest, your fingers working to remove his belt and pants. His hands moved to your waist, but you pinned them above his head, holding him in place.

"Trust me," you whispered, your eyes locking onto his.

He nodded, his chest rising and falling rapidly. You slid down his body, your lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When you reached his hips, you could feel the tension in him, a mixture of anticipation and need.

You looked up at him, your eyes dark with desire. "You're mine tonight, Spencer. Let go."

With that, you took him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the tip before taking him deeper. Spencer gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily. You held him down, your hands pressing against his thighs to keep him in place.

"God, mommy," he whispered, the word escaping his lips before he could stop it.

The sound of it sent a thrill through you, and you hummed around him, the vibration making him moan. You took him deeper, setting a relentless pace that had him writhing beneath you.

Spencer's hands fisted the sheets, his head thrown back in pleasure. You could feel him straining to keep still, his body trembling with the effort. You pulled back slightly, your hand replacing your mouth as you looked up at him.

"Do you like that, baby?" you asked, your voice husky.

"Yes," he gasped, his eyes half-lidded with desire. "Please, don't stop."

You smirked, leaning down to take him into your mouth again. You bobbed your head, your hand working in tandem to drive him closer to the edge. Spencer's breathing grew ragged, his moans louder as he teetered on the brink.

"You're such a good boy," you murmured between strokes, your words sending shivers down his spine. "Let go for me."

With a strangled cry, Spencer came, his release hitting the back of your throat. You swallowed every drop, milking him until he was spent and trembling beneath you.

You crawled back up his body, your lips claiming his in a searing kiss. He tasted himself on your tongue, the sensation sending another jolt of desire through him.

Spencer's hands gripped your hips, his need for you evident in the way he pulled you against him. You positioned yourself over him, guiding him inside you with a slow, deliberate motion. The feeling of him filling you was incredible , a perfect blend of pleasure and connection.

You set a rough pace, your hips slamming against his as you rode him. Spencer's hands moved to your breasts, squeezing and kneading them in time with your movements. His eyes were locked onto yours, the intensity of his gaze making your heart race.

“Fuck, mommy. I’m all yours, fuck," he whispered again, the word now an affirmation of his trust and need.

You leaned down, your lips brushing against his ear. "You're mine, Spencer. All mine."

The words sent him over the edge again, his release triggering your own. You cried out, your body convulsing with pleasure as you came together, the world fading away until there was nothing but the two of you.

When you finally collapsed onto him, your bodies slick with sweat and trembling from the aftershocks, Spencer wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as if afraid you might disappear.

"I'm here," you whispered, pressing a kiss to his temple. "Always."

Spencer exhaled a shaky breath, his grip on you tightening for a moment before he relaxed, his body molding to yours. The room was filled with the sound of your breathing, a calm contrast to the intensity of moments before.

You lay there together, your fingers lazily tracing patterns on his chest. Spencer's heart gradually slowed under your touch, the rise and fall of his chest evening out. You could feel the weight of the day's events starting to lift from his shoulders, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. "For what?" you asked softly.

"For being here. For understanding. For... everything," he replied, his eyes shining with sincerity.

You smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "You don't have to thank me, Spencer. I love you, and I want to be here for you. Always."

He sighed, a small smile playing on his lips. "I love you too," he murmured, pulling you even closer. The warmth of his embrace enveloped you, a silent promise of the bond you shared. At that moment, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you wrapped in the certainty of your love.

[ithinkinggenshin]

Can I request a jealous dom! Ei because miko keeps touching/touching fem and ei does something spicy 👀

Belonging to her

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Ei, Yae Miko

Pairings: Ei x Fem! Reader, Yae Miko x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, electro stimulation, jealousy

Synopsis: There have been a LOT of requests for jealous sex with the women

Word count: 1.4k

Extra Notes: I put these together because I thought they fit well.

Ei is generally used to Miko's antics. She's well aware that she wouldn't be able to avoid or deflect any of her teasing. But there are some lines that even her best friend shouldn't cross, and one of them is you. 

To Yae, the best entertainment involves her using your compliant nature against you to force you to play along with her, all while watching Ei slowly lose her composure. 

The Maiden's hands roam all over you as she talks. You shiver as her breath hits the shell of your ear. 

"Ei may be the one in a puppet's body, but you behave more like a doll. I can practically pose you however I want," she emphasizes this by taking your wrist in her hand and lifting your arm up, her other arm wrapped around your waist. You look like two lovers who have just finished a waltz. You, the damsel, red faced and wide eyed. Miko, the dame, who's just finished capturing your heart with her beauty and grace. Ei's glass cracks in her grip. 

"You even have the perfect body for playing dress up," she gasps, "We should see how you look in a shrine maiden uniform! Oh, I bet you'd be so adorable in a hamaka." Her hands start roaming again. She forces you to hold your arms outstretched, then wraps her arms around your waist, then puts her foot next to yours. She's sizing you up, informally taking your measurements. Ei stalks over to the two of you in front of the large mirror. 

"Miko…"

"Oh Ei! I didn't see you there. We were just talking about swapping outfits. Be a dear and hold my hair so I can get out of my dress easier." 

"Miko, I think it's time for you to go. I'd like to spend some alone time with my love." 

The kitsune fakes a pout, wrapping her arms around your neck from behind and leaning her boobs against your chest, making your face heat back up. 

"Don't be so mean, Ei. We were just getting to the fun part. Right, doll?" 

You can't bring yourself to look at either women in the mirror's reflection. Ei's gaze is burning holes into you, and the only other thing you can focus on is how Miko is smothering the back of your head with her breasts. The inside of your mouth is dry, and no matter how many times you open and close it, you can’t seem to get any words out. 

Ei steps closer and tugs you into her arms, wrapping them tightly around your midsection, just below your chest. You’re positive she can feel your heart hammering against your rib cage. 

“Miko. Leave us.” 

You draw a sharp breath. She’s using the Shogun voice. Pure authority and intimidation radiating off of her. Were it anyone else, Ei would have simply cut them in half and dragged you back to your shared chambers. 

Yae knows when she’s fighting a losing battle. She sighs and waves her hand.

“Alright, alright. No need to get so worked up. I’ll be going now. See you soon, dolly.” She winks at you before turning around and sauntering out of the room. 

Not a second after the screen door shuts, Ei has you pinned to the floor. Her long fingers tear your clothes off, and you bite your lip as you feel a few threads dig into your skin. You can’t help it when your arms come up to cover your chest, self conscious as you’re exposed. You only hesitate and become aware of your action when you hear Ei growl. She’s told you time and time again not to hide yourself from her, and you shouldn’t be testing her patience right now. 

Apparently you aren’t fast enough in your response, because Ei takes matters into her own hands. Not even two seconds later, she has your arms pinned above your head, her large hand wrapped around your wrists. You squirm a little as the cold air hits you, and Ei tears the last bit of clothing off of you. 

She’s too fast. You have no time to even stop the moan that’s ripped from you. Your girlfriend sucks your nipple hard. She bites around the areola, and you arch your back into her. Her free hand grips your thigh, her nails digging crescents into your skin. You barely have time to register all of the different sensations before she’s switching to your other breast. Her thumb extends and presses against your clit, you tremble in anticipation. 

Ei never lets you walk out of the palace without at least three different marks and symbols that indicate that you belong to her. You convulse as her hands produce electricity. The veins on your wrist tingle, and your pussy spasms around nothing as she pumps her power into you. It’s barely even a fraction of her might, and you’re already wailing. Tears build up in your eyes, but you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t getting horny because of this. Ei doesn’t stop sucking hickies. Each time her lips connect with your skin, you get shocked. 

You cry her name, your voice breaking as you shout. 

Her long digits fill you up in one swift motion. You howl as the electricity zaps at your inner walls. You jerk and shake as shocks pulse through you, spaced out and firing at what feels like random intervals. Your girlfriend pays you no mind as sucks a particularly purple bruise onto your neck right on your pulse point. 

Her pace is breakneck, and you don’t even have time to process your first orgasm as she keeps pumping into you. 

“Mine.”

You moan as another orgasm crashes through you. Ei doesn’t relent. You can already feel your third building inside of you. 

“Say my name. Let Miko hear you.”

You yell her name loud enough that the people working outside could probably hear you. 

“Mine.”

Your head is spinning, completely unable to process anything other than the woman above you. Ei forces you to cum a third time, not breaking for a second before she’s flipping you up. Making you sit in her lap. 

When your vision clears you’re met with your reflection. You’re covered in Ei’s marks, your whole body glistens with sweat, and your hair is frazzled. 

Ei plunges her fingers into your cunt. You can’t tear your gaze away, watching as they slip in and out of you. You shudder as your oversensitive pussy greedily sucks her fingers into it. 

You stare down as her digits pump in and out of you, only brought back to reality when you suddenly feel cold against your skin. Ei pushes you against the mirror. You leave fingerprints and smears on the glass. It fogs up where your hot breath hits it. 

You barely manage to process the rest. At some point Ei fucks you with the hilt of her sword. The bumps made by the rope on the handle provide extra stimulation, making you cum on the weapon even faster. Ei fucks you in the air, easily holding you up as she thrusts into you. She fucks you against every wall in the room, and on the low table at the center. You pass out at one point and wake up to her fucking you in your bed, the sheets burning against your red ass. She eventually flips you over and forces her thumb past your puckered entrance, and the process starts anew. 

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Yae Miko pants as she cums for the third time. She shouldn’t be taking so much pleasure from hearing you and Ei fuck. But the sounds of your cries make the kitsune lose her mind. Her fingers find their way inside her before she can even stop herself. Miko imagines you beneath her. She imagines fucking you against a piller at the shrine. She imagines it’s her, shoving her sacred wand into your cunt and letting it electrify your insides. She can’t help but look up, watching as Ei carries you out of the room. You’re completely out of it, dumb and fucked out. The image burns into Yae’s mind and she has to stop herself from following Ei. The kitsune races out of the palace and up the mountain, where she cums again, the image of you completely ruined at the forefront of her mind. She wishes Ei would share you, even just once.

[ladytauria]

Oooh for the ask game how about....voice actor au or single parent au. And pairings...hm, I'd like anything with Jason but actually I wanna see what you cook.

[[ i am working on a response to the voice actor au request as well but i think it’s going to take me a bit longer because i’m indecisive 😂 so i’m posting this one now and i’ll post that one when it’s done~ ]]

i actually have a single dad jason + eventual jaytim au in my notes. well i have more than one but this one is the most fleshed out (edit: ah… i was trying to type up a streamlined version but i ended up fleshing a couple more things out… it’s still shorter but. not as short as i was aiming for 😂)

Tim has been away from Gotham for a while—spreading his wings, developing who he is as a vigilante outside of Gotham (and Bruce). He returns after about a year, I think. During that year, Jason ended up with a kid. I have a few different ideas on how, lol, but regardless of her origin, Jason has a kid & he’s utterly wrapped around her finger, lmao. Tim knew that he had a kid but knowing is different from seeing it in person and something about it draws him in.

Tim and Jason’s territories have enough overlap that they often had occasion to work together before Tim left, and that’s true now that he’s back, too. More frequent, even, since Jason prioritizes spending time with / taking care of his kid when he can.

While he does hold Tim at arm’s length at first, after time spent working together, he starts letting Tim in, bit by bit. It’s a lot of little moments, building on each other. I think the biggest turning point is when he invites Tim over to eat before patrol, because he doesn’t think Tim eats enough real, hearty food xD And then that becomes a semi-regular thing—something Tim comes to cherish; bonding with Jason and his daughter.

He gets to know them, both of them. The tiny imperfections, the day-to-day mannerisms and habits, the little idiosyncrasies that make up who they are. And then one day, Tim looks up and realizes that he’s fallen in love with Jason, wants to be part of his and his daughter’s lives as something more than just Jason’s co-worker or friend… and that absolutely terrifies him.

Being with Jason is now about more than just… being with Jason. There’s a kid involved too, and… Tim doesn’t want to mess her life up. He’s not exactly the most stable of people.

But then something goes wrong on patrol, and Jason is captured, or cut off from everyone else. He needs rescue. The others mount a rescue, and Tim… he almost joins them. But… his first thought after, We need to find Jason, is about the kid. It’s true there are other people who could watch her, people Jason trusts… but most of them are outside of Gotham. So Tim chooses to trust the others to find and rescue Jason, and focuses on taking care of Jason’s daughter instead.

The others do manage to rescue Jason. He’s been injured & will be laid up a while, but he’ll heal. As soon as it’s okay to do so, Tim brings the kid to see him. After she’s assured that her dad is okay, Jason gets her talking about what she’s been up to while he was gone. And ofc, a lot of what she talks about is Tim, and the normalcy he did his best to give her.

She tires out eventually and falls asleep in Jason’s arms. Jason thanks Tim for caring for her, which Tim brushes off. No big deal, she’s a great kid, anyone would have done it. Jason’s not buying it though. He knows how hard it is to sit on the sidelines, for any of them. He also knows how devoted Tim is to the cause, to the Mission. Him choosing to set that aside for Jason’s kid is a big deal, even if it was only a short while.

Tim’s feelings aren’t one-sided—but Jason had a lot of the same fears Tim did. That he wouldn’t put her first. This is just one time, but it makes him hopeful for the future. So obviously Jason makes a move.

Tim argues, of course. Jason contradicts him with evidence, of the last few weeks. Of how Tim has already made her a priority, and this is just the most obvious sign yet. Tim tells him he’s scared. He has no idea how to be a parent.

“What, and you think I do?” Jason demands, brows knitted.

“Yes? Jason, you’re so good with her. You’re an amazing father,” Tim says earnestly.

Jason flushes darkly. “I— Look, I gave up on the idea of having kids a long time ago. So when I got her… I mean, you remember. I was a mess. I had no idea what I was doing, and honestly? I still don’t. I fuck up. Probably more than I even realize. But— She’s worth it. And, god, Tim. You’re good with her. I think— You could. If you wanted.”

Tim swallows around the lump in his throat. “You’d really trust me with her?”

“I already do. And—hell. It’s not like you’d be doing it alone. You—” Jason’s flush spreads to his ears and down the back of his neck. “I’d have your back.”

Tim gets misty-eyed. He agrees, on the condition that they take it slow. Which Jason agrees to, because ofc they need to go slow with this. And uh… happily ever after? Eventually?

[didhewinkback]

something old teeny tiny blurb bc dogs

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December 2022

Thank god it’s Friday, you think, trying to balance your bag, the massive amount of takeout you're holding and your keys as you slide them into the lock to finally get home after a loooong week. Does it make you officially old that those cliches now ring true more than ever? Gross.

You’re in the process of trying to place all your shit down in a semi organized manner when you feel your phone buzz, a smile growing on your face the moment you see the name on the screen as you slide your thumb across to answer. 

“Hey,” you say, adjusting the phone on your shoulder as you kick your shoes off and slide your jacket off your shoulders. 

“Sorry my meeting ran long, love. Was hoping to pick you up from work.” He says, as the sounds of the city blare behind him on whatever street he was walking down. “Wanted to be a proper gentleman.”

“First time for everything,” you deadpanned.

“Heeey.” He says with a laugh. “Did you get dinner or do you need me to pick it up?” 

“I got it,” you say, quickly speaking when you hear his intake of breath. “If you dare ask me if I remembered to order you spring rolls I swear -“ 

“She knows me too well.” he says with a laugh. 

“That she does.” you say, grabbing the takeaway and bringing it into the kitchen, flicking the lights on as you pass. “You heading back now?” 

“Yeah should be home in about - oh helllo there” his voice taking on an exaggerated playful tilt. You’re momentarily confused until you hear a soft bark. Ah.  “Aren’t you just the sweetest thing?”

“Sorry about her - she’s a real people pleaser” you hear a voice say a bit breathlessly in the background as Harry laughs.

“It’s quite alright,” he says back, and you hear some slight shuffling on his end. “Is it okay if I pet her? What’s her name?”

You lean against the counter, listening on as he makes small conversation while cooing at the dog, Delilah, for a few minutes before there’s the sound of shuffling again as he says his goodbyes. 

“Sorry, couldn’t resist.” he says back to you. “Think I want one.”

“Not sure a puppy would be the best companion on a world tour.”

“Thank you, genius, that much I know.” he says as you snort a laugh. “But I’ve been thinking a lot about like…after.”

“Have you?” you ask, your heart skipping a beat, thinking back to the conversation you had back in June, about what he wanted, what you wanted, what you both agreed was worth waiting for. You shift your weight, butterflies flying in your stomach. “And?”

“Just…it’s going to be different, y’ know? Not going to be doing a few months in LA, then a few months in Japan then back to London for a kip. And I don’t want to. Planning on settling in one spot for as long as I can.”

“Something drawing you back to London, then?”

“Something like that,” he muses and you feel your cheeks warm, biting down on a smile. “And I think it’d be quite nice to have a pup that’s ours keeping her company when I would have to eventually go back.”

“I could get on board with that,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady despite the way your heart is racing, his words making you want to melt into a puddle right there on the kitchen floor.

“Yeah?” he says softly.

“Yeah.” you say back and the two of you sit in silence for a moment, just listening to the sounds of each other breathing. “How far away are you?”

“About 10 minutes out.”

“Alright, I’m gonna hop in the shower real quick -”

“I’ll be home in 2.”

“You’re such an idiot,” you laugh, knowing he’s kidding but you can hear the way his breathing changes, the way he’s definitely picked up the pace. “I’ll see you soon, yeah? Love you.”

“Love you. I’ll be home soon, baby. Keep the shower warm.”

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a/n: i have a few requests coming and the big one but saw these pics and couldnt resist

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[parageist]

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Here is a bunch of other random drawings and comic pages I've made!

I'll likely make an updated version of this later lol

Please reblog and share to help get a young artist started in their life! Any support is greatly appreciated, have a fantastic day!!

[bagopucks]

A group of Michigan Brothers and their tall friend

🤝

A group of Michigan Brothers and their tall friend

From one hyper fixation to the next. If you wanna know where I’ve been, it’s with my music.

If there’s one thing I’ve loved all my life, it’s been music. It has been so long since I’ve genuinely invested myself in a band I felt meaningful or enjoyable. Modern music is not my favorite thing. Not that there is anything wrong with it, but I just don’t enjoy the vast majority. This however, I can get behind. Nothing beats modern rock that sounds like it was pulled from the 70’s. I’ve always been envious of older decades that had such beautiful music, and I can’t even express how wonderful and fulfilling life has felt with the one thing I’ve wished for since I was old enough to listen to and comprehend music. I can’t explain it in a way to make anybody understand, but this music, this fashion, this time feels almost.. like a reality in a way. Like it’s actually within my grasp. It’s something I’ve always loved but I never had the privilege of loving in the present time. Now I do, and the love I used to hold for music has returned at such an overwhelming pace that life feels so full again.

Nothing touches my soul deeper than a beautiful voice and meaningful lyrics. Something poetic and fun. I’ve been an artist since as long as I can remember. I feel incomplete if I don’t have good music to listen to, or a muse for drawing and physical art. Music is beautiful in an indescribable way.

Due to the transition period I’ve started, from high school to college, and a lot of change, my OCD and depression has been spiking on and off like a switch. I’ve been pretty busy these past few weeks, seeing as everybody at work simply decided to quit, so my hours are through the roof. I’d like to take a break to focus on my art and my future for a month or so. Possibly until the new season opens. I’m not saying a permanent goodbye, I promise I’ll be back. I just need some time for myself, and I’d love to explore my other interests some more while I have this past summer as a ‘kid’.

Always feel free to check in, submit thoughts, questions, just talk if you want to talk. I’ll still be on tumblr, just not writing. Though I’ve kept my accounts separate, with this break, I’d like to extend the opportunity for anybody to follow @teddydrawshockey (my first account) if they’d like. I’ll probably continue to post art there from time to time. Requests for art, drawings, anything of that nature is always welcome on that account as well.

I want to give a sincere thank you to all of those who have followed and remained consistent through the few months I have done this! It has been so much fun, and I can’t wait to return to writing soon. The support, interaction, and love for my work was what kept me going. This account was initially created so I could get some of my own ideas down on paper. Then interaction came in, and I decided to make something out of it. I thank all 800+ of you who have followed for the ride. And the ones who popped in every once and a while to check out my works and spam my account. I am eternally grateful, and I do hope you all stick around for my return.

I promise this is not the end, I’ll be back

-Ella

[maskedteaser]

WOOHOOO HI can i get an apex legends matchup please? i love matchups so much they’re so fun!!

Firstly, i want to describe my vibe. I’m short, a little over 5ft, with dark skin and short locs. Though my build may be petite, im still very muscular. Thunder thighs save lives you know?? I have quite a few piercings (pairs on each ear, a stretched septum, and a snakebite) and i wear clothes similar to whimsigoth and victorian goth styles. Sometimes i’ll switch it up with a baggy band/tapout shirt and jeans. I’m always wearing my crystals as well and a lot of bracelets.

Personality wise, im a lot like an owl. When I first meet people, their impression of me is that i’m quiet and mysterious. They might think i look interesting but they’re also very intimidated. Especially when i speak and my tone is nonchalant and at times blunt and straightforward. There are a few times i just straight up scare people from my looks alone. It kind of bothers me but i’ve learned to have fun in my lonesome while being ostracized.

I may seem like an overall distant person at first glance, but in actuality i’m just a huge daydreamer. And when i actually feel comfortable expressing myself, there’s a lot of whimsy and poeticism that most people don’t see because they automatically assume im boring or too serious. It’s not often i find company that’ll stay to see the more artistic, expressive side of me.

I actually love having discussions about my interests and philosophy and hearing what others are interested in too but i’ve never actually had the pleasure of talking with anyone like that. People aren’t usually interested in having a conversation with me and if they are it’s one dimensional or may have ulterior motives.

Im pretty spiritual and feel emotions for everything, as everything matters to me. Im a deep thinker and sometimes have to be alone to sort my thoughts and write them down. I do tarot readings all the time and look to the moon for guidance. I’m also very into the arts. Painting, sketching, music, filmmaking, fashion. I enjoy these things and even draw and make music myself sometimes. My favorite genres of music are within edm, r&b, and punk. I listen to music almost everyday. At this point i care about art more than i care about humans.

I also have a prominent quirk. I tend to sing, drum my hands, and whistle constantly. I do these things more than i speak not gonna lie….

I’m fine with being matched with anyone btw! Thank you for reading all this!!

WOOO HOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT'S SO MUCH INFO GIVEN THANK YOU ANON FOR REQUESTING :)))

LET'S GET STARTED not proofread - sorry for any typos.

since people seem to like it, and also it helps me get more detailed...let me tell you why i didn't pick anyone else :)

❝ here are a few times i just straight up scare people from my looks alone. It kind of bothers me but i’ve learned to have fun in my lonesome while being ostracized. ❞

Can I be honest with you? I hope I can. I think OCTANE would just think you're boring or some sort of a "out of his league" type of person. He'd be friendly, probably trying to make you laugh but as soon as you hit him with your blunt tone and some short reply like "ok, and?" - he's OUT.

❝ I do tarot readings all the time and look to the moon for guidance. ❞

I think REVENANT would make fun of you for that. You'd probably wouldn't care, but there is no way for it to work out. I also think Revenant would even try talking with you about anything, since you seem quiet and he is just not willing to start any conversation with anyone ever - it would not work out.

❝ I may seem like an overall distant person at first glance, but in actuality i’m just a huge daydreamer. And when i actually feel comfortable expressing myself, there’s a lot of whimsy and poeticism that most people don’t see because they automatically assume im boring or too serious. ❞

ALTER, same thing that was with Revenant, she'd think you're boring, she wouldn't even bother trying to get to know you better, to reveal a true beauty hiding underneath. She is here to cause chaos...

NOW FOR A BIG REVEAL...*DRUMS*...

BLOODHOUND

I'm really really sure that Bloodhound would be a perfect match for you. They're somehow spiritual, just like you, they wouldn't judge you for tarot reading, even probably be intrested in it somehow. Your mysterious demeanour wouldn't be a problem for them since they are pretty mysterious and quiet as well. I also think they'd love to talk with you, they seem as someone that loves deep, poetic conversations. And if you ever felt the need to have some time alone - they'd accept it and leave you for as long as you'd need.

You said you always wear crystals and I just thought - how cute it would be if you gave them a necklace with crystals that you think would match them and they'd wear it everywhere, anytime :)) (They'd probably give you something in return, like a necklace with some animal fang or something.)

Personality wise, im a lot like an owl. - I believe bloodhound loves all types of birds, even though we see them with ravens for most of the time, I actually think that they'd see the "owl" in you and that would make them like you even more.

thank you for reading, I hope I did not disappoint :) signed TEASER 👽👽👽

[askmadcomcrew]

Just wanted to say it’s really impressive how far you’ve taken this blog! It’s a joy to read honestly, the characterization is spot on in my opinion. I’ll admit I’ve sent… kind of a lot of asks myself, so I hope the amount you get isn’t overwhelming or anything. Thanks for making this, I admire your writing!

Also, any thoughts on people drawing these asks? I think that could be fun to see.

Thank you! I plan to take it as far as it'll go, which is really for as long as people keep submitting asks. As soon as I think things might be slowing down, they pick right back up! It can be a little overwhelming, especially when the backlog begins to form (thankfully I just cleared it out) but it's never to the point where I avoid answering questions, it's largely just a matter of setting aside time for it. I usually do a lot of the answering at around 11 to 2 AM, somewhere in that timeframe, usually before I go to bed. Sometimes I knock them out at work if I've got the chance.

And I'm glad the characterization still feels solid, I will admit it's hard coming up for realistic sounding answers for some of these characters (and I've been trying to improve about using Doc way too much for stuff other characters could answer), but so far I've managed to get out something for just about every ask I've gotten. You guys haven't stumped me...Yet.

And I would absolutely love it if people drew the asks! A couple people have added on some doodles to a few of them and it's always really fun whenever it happens, and I totally encourage people to keep doing that. Feel free to draw any ask you want, just submit it as a reblog to the ask you're drawing and I'll reblog it back onto here! Alternatively, you can just submit drawings of an ask into the ask box and I'll post them here as well.

I've been hoping to see more people drawing the asks, because one of my favorite things about the old era of Tumblr ask blogs was the art people would often make for them. Unfortunately my artistic skills are extremely lacking in the drawing department, so I have to rely on others to make it for me, but I can assure you it's always super cool to see every time it happens. Like for the 1k asks art that I had requested from my friend Eternal, it still makes me grin wide whenever I look at it.

Sorry for all the paragraphs, I suppose I just have a lot to say! I'm still super shocked every day that the blog gets so much engagement, especially in an era where tumblr ask blogs are all but extinct, so it's all really cool to see.

[moonlit-imagines]

an update <3

so, it’s been a while since i’ve really tried to keep up with this blog. you may have noticed most lists are outdated, i haven’t really posted anything and when i do, it’s few and far between. i thought it was because i just lost my motivation to write.

but i started focusing on that novel from a year or two ago!! the inspiration doesn’t stop flowing for it and i’ve been riding this high for a while, it’s made me so happy to write without any pauses or writer’s block, because i really do love writing.

i know that i keep trying to say “hey, i might write something soon,” “sorry, i’m working on this request i’m just busy,” “please forgive me i want to do this event soon i just don’t have the time or motivation,” but it’s time i’m honest with myself that i don’t think i’m that invested in imagines and reader insert anymore and trying to force myself to write things that no longer draw any inspiration just makes me resent writing entirely. i cant even keep up with my fandoms anymore.

this blog has been the best thing i’ve ever created, but i’d like to do more. work on things that keep me going and make me happy. and for a long time this was that for me, but i guess i just outgrew it.

for four years this blog has been active (well, maybe not the most active recently), and in that time i’ve wrote some stuff i’m really proud of, had these ideas that i fell in love with and some of you might have too. i absolutely loved the idea of writing things that helped you guys through your lives, as well. things that made you feel seen and included, whatever made you laugh or cry, sparked your own inspiration. hell, i had a ton of people tell me that my writing helped them learn english, which absolutely floored me. it was the most meaningful thing i felt i could have done. i hope i can do that again someday, either returning to this blog or going a different route.

that being said, this blog will NOT be deactivated. not only do i know a lot of you revisit my old work, but i’d love to look back on it too. this blog has a lot of memories attached to it. it has my hard work on it. it has sweet messages and support from both sides on it. and not only that, i made a lot of wonderful friends on here. and i feel i’ll continue to do so!!

i encourage you guys to keep messaging me, sharing your ideas, asking for advice, telling me your stories!! i’d like to be here for you guys. as a friend or writer. i’ve always been ecstatic when someone asks for writing advice or blog advice, it’s something i always know i can help with.

the burnout almost got the best of me, but this novel i’ve decided to write has been the best idea i’ve had in a while. it got me to love what i love once again. i hope you all understand and we can continue to support each other throughout our journeys. i wouldn’t be who i am today without you all.

much love xx

-lacey

[facks-stories]

Note: this isn’t proof read, sorry for any confusion on wording

Summary if you don’t wanna read it all:

I’m basically quitting the social part of Tumblr because I remembered how I hate talking to people online. Also art I said I’d make i will, but *Insert excuse* I’m not even going to say it will be done or even started soon, also even if you don’t want to read the next nine paragraphs, please skip to the end to appreciate the art that @colbyandmillie and @art-mushroomy made for me

Extra shit:

What are you not doing?

What’s going to happen to the blog

Why?

So if you didn’t give a shit why are you doing this?

Cool, but what about the promises that were already made? 

Who?

What about the ask blog?

Art

I won’t be reposting, commenting,asking [anon included] maybe even liking anymore posts or blogs, I just don’t feel like having someone angry or upset about me for something I can’t control, I will still follow pages but that’s about it, this blog is probably but be art every blue moon.

But now that I won’t be socializing on this account I’ll just post all art I will make and all story scenes I will make after posting it on it’s right blog [the 1-2-3 au blogs] so really this account will be somewhere to see all my art if you don’t wanna check all 3 other blogs

I hate when I can’t tell if someone doesn’t want me to do or not say something/ wants me to do or say something. And online its hard for me to try and see what you mean. This goes for almost anything. Like being rushed, I can’t tell if someone online is rushing me while being angry or not, and using things that look negative to me [using a . Or 😑🫤😐😬 ect.] make me think you are angry whether you are or not, so I’m not going to ask people to not use them, I don’t feel like possibly getting into a argument because my ego/feelings is hurt.

Normally I wouldn’t care if someone is being a ass knowingly or accidentally being a but rude, I probably would have forgotten about it but it’s because what they were asking be was something I didn’t want to do because of lack of being excited for it and energy. Now normally I only need one/only have one, but right now I couldn’t give a shit about drawing fanart, and honestly I don’t think if you asked me to draw Mimu in like 5 days I’d want to. Then I dreaded it for 2 days just to draw something I might delete later in a hour. Like holy shit my ego needs to be worked on because all of yesterday and Friday night was spent being pissed because I didn’t want to draw 4 characters despite having fun those two days 😀

It wasn’t even procrastination at this point the only thing I actually want to draw is Mimu and probably pretty soon I’m not going to want to do that, I don’t don’t think I will be non-petty if I keep talking and making promises,

Eventually i will draw all the peoples characters that i said I would, but I don’t want to half ass it because I’m angry and tired so it might not be anytime soon and they all may have honestly forgotten that I said I would in the first place

“Who the hell am I talking about” for the one random person that might see this, basically inde asked me to complete what I said I’d do so a bit is based off of that but I don’t blame him [if you are wondering why this feels a bit short it’s because I already wrote it but didn’t save before my phone died]

Despite me barely getting asks that aren’t art request [with the few I do get] I will still keep the ask blog open, but still keep in mind that I don’t feel like drawing as many characters so it may just be Mimu for now

I did have people draw Mimu, and they will be in the background of the ask blog posts so thank you @art-mushroomy and @colbyandmillie

Colbyandmillie:

Art-mushroomy:

Alright thats all thanks for reading me being a crybaby for 10 paragraphs (or you came down here for the art, but thats good too)

[also not tagging inde because I want to let him be-]

Womp womp

[dearestones]

Akudama Drive Matchup: Courier

Warnings: Fluff.

@siouxxiie Request: Hello!! How are you??

Could I request a Platonic Matchup for Any of the Akudama Characters? Okay, My name is Joey but I go by Rachel, Tori or Calypso.. I am a minor(is that ok..?) I’m like at least 5’5, I have Sholder Length-ish Curly black hair, brown eyes and I have a hour-glass body.

For my Hobbies, I really love a lot of things basically… like sketching, drawing, writing, edit, playing games(so many omg), I also play Lacrosse and Volleyball, making music on garage band(getting used to it), Reading, Being with my online/irl friends, and Playing the Piano and Harp!

For my interests/likes, enstars (switchP), rhythm games, doukyuusei, mystic messenger, twf, genshin, a silent voice, lemon demon/neil cicierega in general, eddsworld, homestuck, the goldfinch, horimiya, fnaf, heathers, sasaki and miyano, blueycapsules, hxh, saiki k, hamilton (sadly, im sorry.)

Some of my traits, I talk about my intrests a lot, Im pretty silly when I’m with someone like I’ll say stuff like hai as a joke a lot please dont take it seriously, I hate negitive mentions of my voice, comparing me to people/saying stuff like "you remind me of ____", spiders. i am very bad at comforting sorry, im fine with taking with people but i will probably be very awkward until we get to know eachother more(i hope i did that right)

Comforts, cats, hajime hinata (danganronpa), a silent voice, albedo (genshin impact), lemon demon, felix kranken (twf), bread, sharks, christmas music/christmas in general, scp 3008 (roblox game), get a snack at 4am (roblox game), hotels, and my friends!

Sorry if this is to long! I really hope it isn’t… Have a great rest of your day!!

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After reading through the information given, I believe that you are best paired with Courier!

When you first meet each other, don’t worry if your’re feeling awkward and ultimately embarrass yourself in front of Courier. The man is just as emotionally constipated, but he won’t think anything of it if you stumble over your words or if you do something that is unconventional when it comes to starting acquaintanceships. It takes practice to become used to a person so you’ll eventually get it right as long as you’re persistent. 

While Courier isn’t one to hang out with too many people at a time, he finds that he’s somewhat at ease when he’s around you. As a listener, he likes it best when you rant and rave about your interests. Sometimes, you’ll catch him smirking (but never laughing because he’ll never live it down if you caught him) at the corner of his eyes. If you tease him, he might relent and tell you that you’re actually funny, but don’t expect it so soon. Courier needs some time to get used to you before he starts emoting freely.  

Courier is a man who values hard work and what a person stands for. He’ll never compare you to anyone but yourself. If he finds out that someone hurts your feelings on purpose, he’ll make it his personal mission to make sure that you’re doing well in the aftermath. He won’t go as far as to pummel the offender, but if he ever sees them again, he might say something.

It’s okay if you’re not that great at comforting people. Courier can easily relate to that. He values actions over words anyway. To those he treasures, he will do small gestures for them like cooking their favorite foods or taking them out on a ride on his motorcycle. He doesn’t expect the same in return since you’re bad at comfort, all he wants for you is that you’re doing well. 

As for your interests, Courier can’t say that he enjoys all of them, but if you ask nicely, he’ll consent to playing a few rhythm games and watching your favorite animes. However, he’ll jump at the chance for some physical exercise. You might have to teach him lacrosse, but he’ll probably thrash you at volleyball. There’s just something cathartic about spiking balls at your enemy’s side of the court with deadly precision that gets him excited. 

In return for all of your enthusiasm concerning your interests, Courier will take you around his bike, teach you how to cook, and walk you around the city to see some of the prettier sights that Kansai has to offer. (Before you ask, no, he’s not doing it because he thinks you’re a good friend. Why would you think that? He just wants to return the favor when you share the most vulnerable parts of your life to him).

Bonus: A good way to annoy Courier is to play Christmas music nonstop months before the actual Christmas date. He’ll threaten to run you over with his bike, but it’s worth it seeing the annoyed look in his eyes because he doesn’t mean it. 

To sum it all up, you and Courier have the foundations for a great, lasting friendship. Just be sure to communicate, lest there be misunderstandings!

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If you want to donate a Ko-Fi, feel free https://ko-fi.com/devintrinidad.

AKUDAMA DRIVE MASTERLIST

[starprincessval]

Petals of a Lily Pt. 7

The next morning, Kaitlyn stands in front of the two men holding the wagon wheel to the spoke. Lily watches a butterfly nearby.

K: You sure about this?

M: Yeah, just give it a few firm whacks. Not to hard.

Kaitlyn swings her warhammer letting momentum do most of the work. After a few minutes they're back on the road. The cart jostles after every rotation of the newly patched wheel. Kaitlyn looks annoyed. Lily is still trying to draw, but is wildly shaken everytime the cart jostles.

K: This is gonna be unbearable. We might just wait for another cart.

L: It’s not so bad.

K: Kid, you’re practically leaving the floor each time.

L: I’m okay.

K: The next town isn’t too far, we’ll change carts there. Should only be a few hours. We’ll pick up some more fruit there, too.

Lily rolls over to Kaitlyn and pulls a smashed flower from her dress. It’s a pretty blue and violet color.

L: I picked this for you while you were fixing the wagon.

Kaitlyn smiles as she takes it.

K: Thanks, kid, it’s beautiful.

Lily puts it in Kaitlyns hair and goes back to drawing. The jostling of the cart no longer seems to bother Kaitlyn.

K: I wish we had time to stay in this next town for a bit. There’s a lot I could show you here. It’s the site of one of the oldest cities in the area. There are ruins all around it in every direction for miles.

L: What are ruins?

K: Ruins are remains of old buildings and structures. Like if someone's house was destroyed, what’s left would be ruins.

L: So it’s surrounded by broken houses?

K: Pffft… Kind of. Houses, aqueducts, towers, among other things. But they were built a long time ago. Longer than anyone can remember.

L: Even you?

K: Kid, I’m only thirty two. I haven’t been around that long, all things considered.

L: How old are ruins?

K: I told you, kid. They were built so long ago no one knows. Thousands of thousands of years old.

L: Are there other things people don’t know?

K: Tons, kid, tons. You could fill libraries with the things people don’t know. Many are trying to do just that.

L: I want to know everything.

K: You can’t even read, kid, let’s start there.

L: Okay. You’ll teach me to read?

K: Eventually. It may be a while, though.

L: It’s okay, I can wait. Thanks, mom.

K: Sure thing, Lily.

Sundown. Lily and Kaitlyn trek through the brush. Kaitlyn is in her armor, and has her shield and warhammer on her back.

K: Another town, another request. This is getting out of hand.

L: Why didn’t you turn them down?

K: It’s good money, it’s good for our reputation, and it’s good to help people.

L: So doing requests is good?

K: Usually, but it depends on the request. You know what a ghost is, kid?

L: Yeah, it’s like a scary dead person.

K: Sort of. Ghosts are manifestations of strong emotions for deceased loved ones, but they usually only manifest in areas with a high concentration of positive or negative energy. These ruins have been abandoned for so long, there shouldn’t be that kind of energy here.

L: How should I fight the ghost?

K: You shouldn’t. You’re going to wait for me outside. My spiritual energy will keep me safe. I just need to cleanse whatever is giving off the energy.

L:But-

K: Lily, wait for me outside. I’ll be fine.

L:... Okay.

K: Thank you, Lily. We’re here.

The brush opens up into a clearing. The remains of a stone wall encircle the clearing, its white color shining in the day's last sunlight. Two tall columns stand among four ruined ones in the center of the clearing, where a staircase descends into the earth.

K: Alright, they said they saw it here. As soon as the sun goes down, I’ll enter to find whatever’s causing this. I’ll put a ward around you before I go. If you see the ghost, call for me, it won’t be able to see or hear you, okay?

L: Okay.

K: Here, eat a fruit.

The sun’s light has faded and night has overcome the world. Kaitlyn finishes muttering and removes her hand from Lilies shoulder.

K: Alright, that will last an hour. I should be back by then. Wait here and call me if you see the ghost.

L: Okay.

Kaitlyn descends the stairs into the earth. She pulls the torch off her bag and lights it with the flint and steel hanging from her belt. The corridor at the bottom is narrow and shallow, almost requiring Kaitlyn to duck to travel through. She reaches a crossroads in the corridor. She rubs the torch against the wall, leaving a black soot mark, then heads left. Further down the corridor are several rooms. Kaitlyn carefully searches each one, but finds nothing. She heads back to the crossroads and makes another left. She travels a few hundred feet, before a collapse in the tunnel prevents her from going further. She heads back toward the crossroads. As she’s walking her foot steps on something soft. She looks down to see a child's stuffed toy. It appears to be a cow, and is in rough shape. Kaitlyn examines it for a minute. After determining it is clear, she stuffs it in her pack and continues walking. She turns left again at the crossroads and reaches another set of rooms. She searches each one, but finds nothing. She begins to pace and think aloud to herself.

K: There’s nothing here that would cause a ghost to manifest. But those towns people weren’t lying. Which means they were mistaken. They didn’t see a ghost, so what did they see? Details. Spectral, white, beautiful, sad, frightening… Pfft… If I didn't know any better, that sounds like…

Kaitlyns face becomes confused, then changes to shock. She runs down the corridor toward the exit.

Lily sits outside waiting for Kaitlyn, who left only a few minutes ago. She looks up at the moon which seems bigger than usual tonight.

A: Hello.

Lily turns suddenly, surprised she was snuck up on. Before her stands a tall slender figure with pale white skin and elongated limbs. It is twice Kaitlyn’s height, covered in frills which look like a dress and pair of wings, and its face resembles a porcelain mask with no eyes. It emits a faint glow. It eyelessly stares at Lily and speaks again without moving its mouth.

A: Hello.

L: MO- Wait. Are you a ghost?

A slight ringing occurs in Lily’s ears before the being answers.

A: Ghost… No… I am… Fairy… No… Princess…

L: I knew it! You’re so pretty.

The ringing happens again in Lily's ears.

A: Pretty… Beautiful… Yes… Do you want?... Pretty?

L: Do I want to be pretty? Not really. I like how I look.

A: What do you want?...

L: Just to keep mom safe I guess.

The ringing returns to Lily's ears.

A: Mom… Kaitlyn… Keep Kaitlyn safe?

L: Yeah mom’s name is Kaitlyn. What’s your name?

Ringing.

A: Name… Identity… My name is…—---------

A pleasant feeling like the sound of people singing and the smell of flowers overcomes Lily. Somehow she understands this is the being's name.

A: You want… Keep Kaitlyn safe?

L: Yeah.

The being walks over and touches Lily’s head. A pleasant feeling overcomes Lily. She’s not sure where she is anymore, but there are flowers and ducks everywhere. She sits down in the grass and smiles.

Kaitlyn bolts up the staircase to see the being holding Lily in its arms. Lily seems to be in a trance. The being begins to glow brighter.

K: Wait! You can’t take her!

The glow stops and the being turns to look at Kaitlyn.

K: You can’t take her.

Ringing.

A: We had… Bargain… No… Deal…

K: Did you explain it to her? She didn’t understand what she was saying.

A: No… Deal was made… She will leave with me…

K: But she couldn’t make that deal. Her life isn’t her own. It’s mine.

Ringing

A: Life debt… I understand…

K: That’s right. She’s mine. You can’t take her from me.

The being holds out Lily to Kaitlyn who takes her in her arms.

A: What do you want?

K: Nothing.

Ringing

A: False… What do you want?

K: There’s nothing I want more than her.

Ringing

A: False… What do you want?

K: I cannot trade her.

Ringing

A: I understand…

K: Why are you here? You need to leave.

A: Cannot… Lost…

K: You’re lost?

Ringing

A: No… Lost… Daughter… No… Lily…

The being points to Lily in Kaitlyn’s arms.

K: You lost someone important to you?

A: Yes…

K: If I help you find them, will you leave?

A: Yes…

Kaitlyn sets down Lily and starts to mutter under her breath. When she finishes, the world turns black and white. The being exudes color so brightly Kaitlyn has to cover her eyes. Footprints and small spots of color dot the area. Kaitlyn begins following them. She follows them for nearly a half an hour all around the ruins and the surrounding brush, but doesn’t get anywhere. Finally she removes her pack and sits against a column to rest. As she relaxes, she notices a faint glow of color coming from her pack. She opens it to see the stuffed cow emitting faint strands of color. She pulls it out.

K: Is this it?

A: Yes… My… Lily…

K: Lily is different than this. Lily is a person.

Ringing

A: I understand… Gift from… My Lily…

K: Someone special gave this to you?

A: Yes…

The being takes the stuffed cow from Kaitlyn. It places a hand on Kaitlyns head and Kaitlyn is filled with a pleasant feeling. Her legs buckle and she falls to the ground. The being starts to glow and a beam of light appears around it. A sound like a shrill screaming fills the air. Then the being and light are gone. The air still glitters where it stood a moment ago. Kaitlyn puts her pack back on and picks up Lily.

K: Hells, kid, you’re so special, even the angels want you.

The next morning, Lily and Kaitlyn sit at an inn table. Kaitlyn has a plate with two eggs and two sausage links on it and a cup of ale in front of her. Lily has a large pancake and a goblet of honeyed mead. She picks at it lazily.

K: You gotta eat it kid.

L: It doesn’t taste good…

K: It does, it’s just that’s the trouble with encountering angels. Everything else seems bland by comparison. It’ll wear off by tomorrow.

L: She told me she was a princess…

K: That’s because you didn’t know a better word for it. I call them angels, some people call them ayakashi, some people call them aliens, there are a dozen names for them. They’re mostly harmless, but sometimes people get spirited away by them. They like to make deals, but they don’t always understand our etiquette.

L: What’s etiquette?

K: Like rules for interacting with other people.

Lily tears pieces off the pancake and eats them, occasionally dipping them in the mead.

K: Two more days and we’ll reach the capital, if there are no more distractions.

L : And then we’ll go to our house?

K: Yeah. Then our life in the capital begins. We’ll take jobs from the guild, we can visit the markets, eat at the nice restaurants and taverns. But, like I said, the work will be harder and more dangerous, but the pay will let us live comfortably between jobs.

Lily smiles and begins to eat faster.

K: See, it’s wearing off already.