#also found out that i literally HAVE to get a credit card to do ANYTHING. i have to like. essentially trap myself in debt in order to do

[krispiecake]

found out that in order to get a credit card i need a credit history…. but in order to get a credit history… i need a credit card. im going to kill myself in front of whoever invented this.

[julilovesyou444]

pictures of you ~ bill kaulitz

background ~ you and your boyfriend were partying at a club when someone comes up to you to return your wallet. you quickly find out that it’s not your wallet, and it is infact your boyfriend’s. what you find in there makes you love him all the more.

warnings ~ NSFW!!!, praise, sub!bill😋kinda ?, oral male recieving, mentions of drinking , a bunch of bad bad stuff😄

a/n- english isnt my first languange so if there are any mistakes I’m sorry😪 okay im ngl some English words are so weird. like what is dick ???? cock??? what kind of words are that😭 lol im sorry- also this is literally my very very first time ever writing anything like this so I definitely have room for improvement, dont flame me 🙁

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I was at the club on a Saturday, with the one boy I truly loved. We had been dating for around six months, and it had been some of the best time of my life. I was dancing on the dance floor, waiting for my boyfriend to get our drinks and come back. I watched as he ordered our drinks and began to wait for the bar tender to make them. He looked so pretty. I was already a little drunk but I was able to convince Bill that I was just going to have one more drink and then be done. Our hotel was right down the street and we didn’t have any plans for tomorrow, so I figured why not.

Someone tapped my shoulder. I turned to see a girl. She looked a little high, and her makeup was so cute and glittery.

“Hey girl! I think this is your wallet.”, she yelled over the loud music, pushing the wallet into my chest, forcing me to take it. Before i could protest, she disappeared into the dancing crowd. I looked around, a little confused. I didn’t even bring my wallet, so it definitely wasn’t mine. I opened it to try and figure out whose it was. I quickly found out why she thought it was my wallet. Where there was supposed to be an I.D, there was a picture of me. I was kinda drunk so I didn’t even process what was happening. I just wondered how this person got a picture of me. I looked through the wallets, only finding some credit cards and a little bit of cash. Then I checked the last little slot and found an I.D. I pulled it out and immediately smiled. It was Bill’s. How could I be so stupid? Of course it was my boyfriend’s. I put the I.D back in and then went to pull out the picture of me to get a closer look. I soon discovered that the picture of me was not just a single picture, there were many. Pictures of me playing guitar, doing my makeup, at the beach, laughing, sleeping, dancing, etc. my heart was so full of love for him. on the back of the photos, he wrote cute little captions and the date.

“sweet girl playing in the sand 6/7”

“sleepy angel 7/10”

“could listen to her laugh on repeat 3/4”

I put all the photos back into the wallet. I couldn’t believe how incredibly sweet my boyfriend was. I wanted to give him all the love in the world because he deserved it. He was genuinely the best thing that ever happened to me. I wanted to hug and kiss him into oblivion. I loved him more than anything, and it felt the absolute best to know he loved me too. I looked up to see him approach me with our drinks and his adorable smile.

“Hey, love, I have our drinks- wait I was looking for that!! I had to use the cash in my pocket for these!”, Bill exclaimed, motioning to his wallet. His smile was so bright and it made me feel all warm inside, knowing someone as beautiful as he was loved me.

“You keep pictures of me in your wallet?”, I questioned. His smile began to fade into an embarrassed look, like I had caught him doing something he wasn’t supposed to. His cheeks flushed and he looked down at his feet for a second.

“Yea.”

I gently grabbed his jaw and moved his head up to look me in the eyes again. I smiled so he knew that I wasn’t upset for whatever reason he thought I was.

“When did you even take these and print them all?”, i asked, petting his hair and gazing up at him.

“Oh, well, I took them with that digital camera I got for my birthday a couple years ago. And I’ve been taking and printing them for a couple months now, Tom had to teach me how to print them small enough to fit into my wallet. I had to buy special paper so that they would be shiny, y’know?”, he nervously chuckled as he rambled. I looked at him with pure admiration and love.

“Why do you have them?”

“Well, I just like to have pictures of you I guess. I wish you were with me all the time, but obviously you can’t be, so it’s just nice to have little reminders of you that I can take everywhere with me. It’s stupid, I know. When I’m at the studio all day, or when I’m on tour and i dont see you for a couple days, i just miss you a lot so I look at the pictures of you. Its kind of embarrassing that you found them…”, he said, clearly flustered.

“Bill, baby, it’s not stupid or embarrassing at all. It makes me feel so loved and so good to know that you like me enough to keep pictures of me in your wallet because you miss me or wish I was with you. I don’t think you understand how much I absolutely love you, and how badly I want to show you right now.”

A smirk grew on his face, especially at my last sentence.

“Finish your drink and then we are going back fo hotel.”, i said, taking my drink from his hand. I began to drink it, extremely fast. He watched intently, realizing exactly what you wanted to do. Bill chugged his drink too. I looked him up and down as he did so.

I grabbed his hand and lead him out of the club, he followed close behind like a lost puppy.

The cold whipped against our faces as we swiftly walked over to our hotel. We sped walked into the lobby, and despite how fast we were going, Bill still said hello to the old woman who sat behind the check-in desk. That’s just how sweet he was, practically tooth-rotting.

I pulled him into the elevator and pushed the button for our level. I looked over at Bill, who was clearly excited. He was swinging out interlocked hands back and forth, looking anywhere in the elevator but me. As soon as the doors shut, I pushed him against the wall and pulled his face down so our lips could meet. I was pressed up against him, kissing him hard. He squeezed my hand, which was still holding his. I heard the elevator ding so I pulled away. His eyes were full of desire.

I guided him over to our room, holding the door open for him. He mumbled a quiet, “thank you, baby” before stepping in. I was fast to go in too, putting the “do not disturb” sign on the knob before hastily shutting and locking it. I turned over to Bill, who had already kicked his shoes off and was now sitting patiently at the end of the bed.

I took my heels off and began to walk over to him, antagonizingly slow. I watched as his eyes scanned my body, chewing on his bottom lip. I climbed on top of him with each of my legs on the outside of his, straddling him. I put him hands on each side of his jaw and used my thumbs so caress his cheeks.

“you make me feel so good all the time, bill. you’re the most caring person I know. that’s why I want to make tonight about you. I want to take care of you and make you feel good, exactly the way you do for me. Can i do that tonight, please?”, I said softly. He swallowed hard and nodded quickly.

“I need words, baby.”

“Yes, yes please.”, he said in a rushed tone.

“Good.”, i smiled before leaning in and ever so gently kissing him. It was a kiss from pure appreciation. I deepened the kiss, using my hands to pull him closer to me, if that was even possible. I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging at it ever so slightly. I knew how much he loved it. I began to start slowly grinding myself against him, and in no time, I could feel a tent in his pants start to form. I loved how quickly I could make him hard. He pulled away, breathing hard.

“Please, I- I need you.”, he said in between pants.

I smiled and nodded. I got off of him and started to unbutton his jeans. I grabbed the sides and slowly pulled them down, revealing his black boxers that you could clearly see his erection through. It looked like that was already a little wet spot on them from pre-cum.

“are you excited, sweet boy?”, i cooed.

“yes, please, I need you to touch me.”, he hastily replied.

I pulled them down and watched as his errction sprung up. just the sight of it made me flustered.

I licked a long stripe up the underside of his length and heard him gasp. I decided to stop teasing and began to bob my head up and down on him.

he threw his head back and gripped on the sheets. His chest was rapidly rising and falling as i continued to go down on him. I could tell he was trying to refrain himself from being loud. little noises still managed to escape his throat. he repeated my name over and over again in tiny moans.

I pushed my head all the way down so his tip hit the back of my throat. I watched as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. I came up for a breath of air before going back down and deep throating him once again. I felt him start to twitch in your mouth, showing me he was close. I started to swirl my tongue around his tip while my hands took care of the rest of it. his hands got tangled in my hair but he didn’t push my head. I bobbed my head down a couple more times and listened as he whimpered. he kept muttering little praises to me. I knew he was about to finish. He looked a little sweaty on his face.

“ugh- please, keep going, princess. I’m almost there.”

I hummed in response, which just about threw him over the edge. he bucked his hips up into me, craving every last bit of satisfaction he could get. he finished in my mouth and i swallowed. he loved when I did that, said it was the “sexiest thing ever”. he watched as i did, his eyes fixed on my face. i climbed up to him and cupped his face. I kissed him very gently. I pulled away, but our foreheads were still connected. His eyes searched mine, and I could tell that he found whatever he was looking for in them. The little grin on his face told me so.

“i love you.”, he whispered.

“I love you too, Bill.”, i whispered back before giving him another kiss. I pulled back and admired him for a second.

I thought about how everyone deserves someone like Bill. Just not my Bill. I was forever grateful and knew I would be forever in love with my one and only, Bill.

[prettyyoungandbored]

First Date - Dr. James Wilson

Pairing: Dr. James Wilson x Fem!OC

Summary: Takes place during S.1, Ep.20. Before his date with Cameron, House gets advice from both Wilson and his wife.

Warnings: Certain lines are directly from the show so credit goes to the writer. There is also mentions of a panic attack.

A knock on House’s front door drew both House and Wilson’s attention. House made his way over.

“You made her come here?” Wilson asked.

House opened the door to find Odette Wilson standing there. She scrunched her nose, head cocking back.

“At least put in a little more effort and add a tie,” she commented.

House turned to Wilson. “Number Three is here.”

Odette pat his arm as she made her way inside. Wilson sat up on the couch.

“Honey, what’re you doing here?” he asked.

She gave him a peck on the cheek. “House going on a date with Cameron? I’m not missing this.”

She threw off her coat, putting it on the arm of the couch as she took a seat beside Wilson on the couch.

“You told her?” House asked Wilson.

“Cameron told me,” Odette corrected. “She sounded very excited about it.”

“So why aren’t you at her place bothering her?”

“Because I like bothering you. Also, it wouldn’t kill you to get advice from a woman you actually tolerate.”

Wilson turned to House. “She has a point.”

Wilson then laid down, resting his head on his wife’s lap. Her hand carded through his perfect brunette hair, her nails gently scratching his head and easing any leftover tension or stress from work.

She handed him the newspaper lying on the table before picking up a random magazine.

“So, what wisdom can you thrust upon me, Number Three?” House asked as he opened his closet door, which revealed a mirror hung on the back of the door. “Remind me, did Wilson tell you about the wives that came before you on your first date?”

“Funny enough he saved it for the third date,” she recalled. “That said, exes are off the table when it comes to first date conversation.”

“Then what else do we talk about?” he asked as he reached for a red tie.

“Literally anything else,” she said. “It is not that hard.”

Wilson looked up at and noticed House’s tie.

“The wide side’s too short. You’re gonna look like Lou Costello,” he remarked.

Despite his attempts to tie it, he found himself failing.

“This is a mistake. I don’t know how to have casual conversation,” House said.

Odette got up, gently moving Wilson off her lap. She walked over to House and held out her hand.

“Give me the tie,” she said. “I can pre-tie it so all you have to do is just tighten.”

“Do I look like a child to you?” House snapped.

Her hazel eyes glared at him. “Give me the fucking tie, House.”

He rolled his eyes, handing the red fabric to her. As she started to work on the tie, she continued, “House, casual conversations are not that hard. You-.”

House cut her off. “You think you’re talking about one thing, and either you are and it’s incredibly boring, or you’re not because it’s subtext and you need a decoder ring.”

“You sound awfully nervous for a date you say you don’t want to go on,” Odette remarked.

“I’m not nervous. I have been on a date.”

“Not since disco died,” Wilson commented.

Odette snorted as she presented house with the tie. “Put it over your head and tighten it.”

He took it from her and made his way back to the mirror. He put the tie over his head.

Wilson continued. “Comment on her shoes, her earrings, and then move on to D.H.A.”

Odette, leaning on the wall, cracked a smile as House turned to Wilson for clarification.

“Her dreams, hopes, and aspirations. Trust me. Panty peeler.”

House eyed Odette for confirmation. She nodded her head, a slightly embarrassed smile played out on her lips.

“Oh, and if you need condoms, I’ve got some,” Wilson chimed in again. “Got them from a drug rep. They’ve got antibiotics built in, somehow.”

House moved into the kitchen. “I should cancel.”

Wilson and Odette eyed each other before quickly heading into the kitchen together.

“Don’t cancel on her,” Wilson said.

“I’ve got a patient in surgery tomorrow.”

“And if you were a surgeon, that would actually matter.”

Odette then chimed in. “I almost cancelled on Wilson and I’s first date.”

The two men looked at her, stunned by how casually she admitted it.

“You did?” Wilson asked, his face softened.

“Yeah, I had a panic attack about the date and I nearly cancelled,” she said. “I was so terrified and stressed that I would mess it up. I was so attracted to you and I had a history of messing things up on dates. I figured I’d mess up with you and the thought of that killed me. I was at work and I could feel it building up during a session with a client. Once they left I started hyperventilating. The front desk receptionist almost called 911 but the other therapist in the building came in and talked me down. She asked me if I really wanted to cancel and I said ‘no.’ So, I didn’t.”

House rolled his eyes in disgust.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me this?” Wilson asked.

“I figured it didn’t matter,” she said with a shrug. “Besides, it all worked out.”

He threw his arms around her waist and kissed her forehead. “It certainly did.”

The sound of the fridge opened drew the couple’s attention back to House who grabbed something out of it. Wilson went to say something when House revealed a corsage in a plastic case.

“This is lame, isn’t it?” House asked, cringing a bit.

Wilson and Odette smiled.

“I think she likes lame,” Wilson esponded.

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As Wilson and Odette watched House speed off on his motorbike, Odette put a hand on Wilson’s back.

“Should we go to the restaurant and spy on House and Cameron?” she asked, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

He squinted, pretending to think for a moment. “I actually have a better idea. Let’s go home and recreate the end of our second date.”

She hummed in delight. “That was fun. Definitely in my top three.”

“Top three of what?”

“Our sex adventures.”

His eyes widened. “You rank them?!”

“Oh don’t act like you don’t do the same thing.”

“Dare I ask what number one is?”

“Our wedding night.”

He grinned at the memory. “That was a great night.” He shoved his hands into his jacket pocket. “If I had told you about my ex wives on our first date, would you have gone on a second date with me?”

She nodded. “I would’ve considered it a bold move. But you also were so open and honest and I appreciated it. Made me feel like you actually wanted to be with me.”

“I’ve wanted to be with you since our first date. Why do you think I was so quick to make that second date?”

She licked her lip and glanced at House’s apartment. “Wanna recreate our second date in House’s bed?”

[truly-a-snitch]

hi!! I just found your blog, and honestly love this already..and I really wanna request! So it is alright if I do? And if I could be called 🧸Anon?

so my request is reader who is super blunt..like will say anything that comes to mind about someone (good or bad) and won’t stop unless pulled away from the scene? And they are super judgmental, doesn’t even try and hide it. Reader will side eye everyone and everything? I was hoping for Dazai, Ranpo, chuuya, and kunikida if that’s alright with you!

reader is so mepilled lowk. hi 🧸 anon !!

WARNINGS: none i dont think :3

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dazai, ranpo, chuuya, and kunikida with a blunt, judgemental s/o

dazai

he thinks its entertaining as hell watching you just speak your mind

like. you straight up have no filter and he loves it

because hes so used to everybody darting around their feelings, acting all nice when he can see in their body language that theyre actually not so cool

but then you came along and you werent like that at all. you just... say what you think. he fucks w that

loves talking shit w you so much. second favorite pasttime other than purposely getting on ppls nerves

unfortunately he does have to pull you away from people, especially because a lot of the people he associates with (or runs into) are. yknow. mafia members.

when its safe to do so, however, he indulges you. he loves to sit with you and just talk about your opinions of other people

over meals especially is his favorite !! he sits next to you on the couch with a takeout container of crab fried rice and listening to you mindlessly bitch about people because they had bad vibes

100% the type to be like nodding along and reacting like "oh shit really ? he said that ? whatd you do. did you hit him with your car ?" ("no") "you should leak his credit card info on reddit"

hes an agent and harbinger of passive chaos what can i say

ranpo

you're literally just like him, if a bit more unfettered. you don't have the same bonds that he does

another fan of your shittalking, he thinks its interesting that you speak your mind !

he loves egging you on especially

ranpo is very similar to dazai in this manner, he likes to lay his head in your lap and play video games while you read the people around you to filth

however where dazai is just sort of There while youre doing it, ranpo actively contributes

he lowk has the best side-eye. like somebody says something sketch and hes just like staring

ranpo cant help but stare at you when ur talking shit which is sort of weird but hes seriously like yes read them to filth honey

he helps you get better at reading people too !!

also he likes that he can get rid of his filter with you and just spitball his thoughts :3 not that he has much of a filter as it is but still

if you get to be too much out in public, he will drag you away from the situation though, if only because hes prioritizing your safety

chuuya

okay. it is very important to remember that chuuya loves you very much.

HOWEVER comma. your little stream of consciousness habit sometimes does grate on him

when it doesn't though. and even when it does actually he does NOT stop you

hes standing there next to you watching the whole situation ready to defend you if somebody tries to get physical (epitome of "say what you want babe i can fight")

he doesnt partake in it himself, but he never stops you. (he supports your rights AND wrongs)

chuuya does like when you talk about dazai though

only if its bad stuff. and only if he gets to talk shit with you

he also has a really good side eye. he doesnt let himself get upset enough to start talking because hes not very good at controlling his volume when he gets mad

if you get yourself in over your head he WILL pick you up and carry you away. no need for his ability either hes goated as we all know

sometimes he does find himself laughing at the things you say. he tries not to. he does. (his laugh is so infectious too)

kunikida

youve seen how he interacts with dazai (or rather how dazai interacts with him)

point is dazai gets on his nerves. we love an annoying bisexual king. you would think he would have a similar attitude towards you but he doesnt !! hes usually on board for your shenanigans

he loves hearing you talk no matter what its about. though he likes when you talk about dazai because its usually how annoying he is

thats usually the only time he joins in to give his two cents

he was a bit taken aback by how blunt you were when you two first met. he probably was already mentally noting which of his relationship ideals you fit and which you didn't (though obviously it doesnt matter now because youre dating him lmao)

you can take the man out of the teaching position but u cannot take the teaching position out of the man when i tell u he LOVES hearing gossip coupled with opinions on said info

plus he gets to hear your ramblings whenever you two are together

the bluntness and lack of filter does catch him off guard on occasion like you say something and he goes PAUSE ?

other than that he likes listening to what you think of HIM because you dont hesitate to point out unhealthy coping mechanisms in him before he accidentally turns them into habits

(plus its a confidence booster when you tell him the things you like)

[shaanks]

Hii! How are you? I wanted to ask if you could share some of your personal headcanons about shanks, i love that man soo much and i feel that i found my people on your blog

Awwww man hello!!! M8 first and foremost thank you so much for this message, this is gonna sustain me for literally ever probably. I love Shanks so dearly too, he's so easy to adore it's crazy ; u ; I'm so honored that you feel like you've found community here I'm just rambling about him and reblogging people that do words better than I do ; uuuuu ;

Here are some thoughts!!! They're not in any like particular order, just me tryin to retrieve something actually coherent out of the centrifuge I have him in in my mind lmfaoooo. I'm gonna put it under a readmore after the second one bc it got a lil long.

I think this one is pretty popular but it's also really important to me, but I do think that man is the sweetest, sappiest loverboy to ever be. He's so affectionate and indulgent and if he's in love with you, he's all-in 1000000% in love with you, really revels in everything you are separately and everything you've made together.

I think he's really, REALLY good at things. Cards, guitar before he lost his arm, honestly I think he is gifted and burdened with being able to pick up and become proficient with anything he takes any great interest in. That's fun for him to a degree, and would have made childhood REALLY fun, but he's sort of learned that it's hard to have fun with people and enjoy card games and whatnot if he wins every time and dominates the board. So he kicks his feet back and cheats casually and poorly at cards and plays slight of hand tricks and acts like a dork because he WANTS to have fun with his crew and his friends and the people he cares for. He's come to value losing for a joke and a laugh over winning just for the sake of it.

I think he pays a lot more attention to things than he gets credit for, and is a lot more emotionally aware and intelligent than he gives the impression of being. Part of how Shanks operates is in this kind of carefree ambient role, even in situations he feels a great deal of investment in. He'll stand back, and act silly, and play a little scatterbrained and flighty because it's a lot safer for everyone if that's how he acts. Plus, I think he's had to spend so much time sublimating his own personal wants and needs that he sort of lets situations dictate how much of his real feelings and vulnerabilities get involved. There's just too much at stake to act without careful consideration and responsibility, at least that's how he seems to me.

I think he's pretty decently well-read, though I think this one's pretty against the grain for popular fanon with him lmfao. He's a Yonko, and he's chosen the like kingmaker/steward/diplomat route as such. He has to travel around, he diffuses situations, he has to be able to communicate with people and understand the situations he's walking into, so like. I do think he has some understanding of philosophy and history (given his travels with Roger probably to a degree that'd likely be forbidden if it was well-known about), I think he knows several languages, I think he's able to keep conversation and find common ground through things like music and literature and things like that.

Steering back into less like somber-serious waters I also think he's soooooooooooooooooooo clingy (affectionate). Definitely with his significant other but platonically too, I think he drapes his lanky body all over people and rolls around and lays in laps and wants scritches, he's very affectionate and he loves affection in return!!!

Okay I'm gonna stop here for now, I could ramble about that man for literally ever. I have no idea if this is what you were asking for but if not, lemme know and I can answer from a different direction!!

[lastoneout]

Y'all I am so fucking tired of the like, privatization of healthcare and also the way medicaid works. I've been trying to get this blood work done that I need before my surgery next month and there are apparently only two types of clinics I can go to, SonoraQuest, which has reasonable hours and is open on Saturdays, or LabCorp which is only open on weekdays and closes at 3pm.

Turns out I actually can't go to SonoraQuest because they don't take Medicaid, something I found out after going there and sitting in the lobby for an hour. I have to go to LabCorp.

The problem with LabCorp is that my fiancé works until 3:30pm and he's having a very busy week and thus hasn't been able to leave early to take me. I can't take public transit because I'm disabled and don't have a wheelchair yet and going on foot or with my rollator would ruin my ability to do anything for the rest of the day and possibly the next couple of days too. I can't take a lyft or Uber because my fiancé is the sole breadwinner for our household(I can't work) and right now his shit idiot credit union is straight up breaking the law and repeatedly flagging his cards for *possible* fraud despite there being no fraud, and he's gone through like 5 debit cards in the last two months over this(he's gone in to complain about all the ways this is fucking him over big time and they told him there's literally nothing they can do). He's moving his money to a new credit union atm but that takes time, so he legit cannot access his money and thus he can't give me any to pay for the ride. (The bus also costs money I don't have so that's another reason I can't take it.)

I decided this is all horseshit and called the hospital my surgery will be at and asked if there is somewhere else I can go because this isn't working, and the lady told me I can just go to the hospital for it and that they're open until 7pm. So I went there yesterday, only to find out that the people who do the blood work at the hospital is fucking SonoraQuest and they close at 4pm.

LabCorp does have a service where they'll send a mobile team to your house to collect the blood, but it costs $35 which again. We cannot access my fiancé's money atm. Also that's more than a lyft would cost so even if I had access to money I would prefer to go there myself.

So I am hoping my fiancé will be able to get off work early today so we can go down to LabCorp when they're open and hopefully they won't tell me I need an appointment or that coming in like an hour before they close isn't allowed.

Anyway call me a boomer but there is no fucking world in which I shouldn't be able to just go to my fucking neurosurgeon's office and have a nurse take my blood. Like I should just be able to do that. Or just walk into the hospital which overall does take my insurance and have one of the like 100s of nurses take my goddamn blood. This used to be how this shit worked. Why the fuck have we outsourced this to for profit clinics that suck ass, forcing me to try to move heaven and earth to get myself to a clinic with insanely unreasonable hours, stressing me the fuck out. Also why does having Medicaid mean I have to go to the worse clinic like this always happens, the clinics that take Medicaid are always garbage compared to the ones that don't it's such crap that the poor folks have to put up with sub-par medical services just bcs we're poor.

Anyway I'm going to go scream into a pillow for a while and hope to god I'm able to get this out of the way today bcs if not I'm probably just gonna have to call the neurosurgeon and let them know I might not be able to do the blood work because unfortunately it's fucking impossible.

[urfavsimpingfanficwriter]

“Until we Meet Again”- Spencer Reidx fem!Reader

Requests are open again!

Unsub! Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

WARNINGS: kinda a lot of build-up, 18+, Smut, Mentions of Blood, Violence, Mentions of Weapons(Guns, Knives, etc.), Canon-Typical Violence, Knife Kink, Oral (fem receiving), Kidnapping, Slight Non-Con (if you squint), Pet Names (Baby, Angel, Princess), mentions of rape/murder/pedophilia, slight angst, not proof-read

If I forgot anything above please let me know!!

Summary: Spencer Reid, one of the BAU’s most prized agents, is on a killing spree. He is killing people who he deems are “bad people”. You can’t exactly say he is wrong, however, as he is killing pedophiles, rapists, and murderers who otherwise would walk. Nevertheless, you and the rest of the team are finally catching up to him, and he is not happy.

The team stepped off the plane, the cool Chicago air chilling your skin. Emily had made a connection at the last murder site that linked Spencer to a hotel on Michigan Ave. in Chicago. You had a sneaking suspicion that this was a trap, or that Spencer had somehow planned for Emily, or anyone for that matter, to find the connection. It wasn’t a difficult one to make, as he always used the victim’s credit cards to buy something, this time it just happened to be a hotel room, a suit at the Warwick Allerton Hotel. The last victim was a rapist. He had videos in his apartment of multiple young girls, and photobooks of even more children of all genders. Reid had castrated him with a steak knife, slitting his throat afterward. 

The team walked over to the black unmarked SUVs and got in, heading to the Chicago Police Department to prep the officers on the profile, and how you are planning to take him down. You also needed to make sure the police stay out of the way, as you can’t let him slip away yet again. 

When you got to the Department, at least fifteen officers were waiting for instructions. The officers quieted down as you headed toward the room’s front. 

“Alright, we don’t have much time, so we are going to have to make this quick,” Rossi started in his usual serious tone, “Spencer Reid is an ex-profiler for the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. He is above intelligent. He is a literal genius, which means he is most likely already three steps ahead of whatever we do. This means we need to be extra cautious when making an arrest, or even attempting to come into contact with him.”

Emily jumped in then, “Spencer is what we call a vigilante. He believes that this is the only way for justice to be served. So far, his victims have been murderers, rapists, and pedophiles, all that have flown under the radar, or were found ‘not guilty’ when brought to trial. He personally believes that the FBI and police aren’t doing enough to help bring people to justice, and by trying to stop him we are proving that we don’t want justice. We are his number one enemy, and he will do anything to stop us.”

“The main thing you need to remember is that he will not refrain from harming or killing an officer or agent. He is a vigilante and wants justice. He will stop at nothing to get it, not even at killing innocent people,” Tara said.

You spoke up then, “If we let him get away now, it may take months, or even years to catch him again. Make no mistakes, and don’t make any moves without referencing an agent or superior first.”

As the team began to suit up, putting on the heavy bulletproof vests and earpieces, Penelope sorted through the hotel registry to see which floor and room number Spencer was, hopefully, located in. 

Penelope spoke, “He is on floor 42, and in room 432. Ooh, go, Reid, it’s a Suite.”

At once, one of the police department’s phones rang. An officer picked it up, and you could see as his face went pale, and terrified eyes darted to your team, pleading for assistance. You quickly sped over to him, grabbed the phone from his hand, and waited.

“Hello Y/N. I can’t wait to see you again. You will be coming to see me, yes?” Spencer’s voice, rough through the receiver, sang to your ears.

You spoke loudly, hoping to get your team’s attention, “Hi, Spence. I think you know the answer to that question, yes?”

Spencer hummed amusingly through the phone, and you swore you could hear his smirk. “Trying to alert the team, Princess? Don’t be stupid. I don’t want to hurt any of you, but I will, okay? Put Rossi on the phone, tell him it’s about Joy.”

You did so, Rossi’s face dropping, guilt flooding your veins for worrying the man.

A few moments later, he hung up the phone.

“We will be sending in agent Y/L/N alone first. This will give us more time to set up a cohesive plan and will make sure Reid stays where we want him,” Rossi said, looking directly at you.

JJ spoke up,” That is insane. We can’t send her in alone like that! He could kill her.”

“He directly said no agents or officers will be harmed, and he will go peacefully if we allow him to speak with her alone, no bugs, no wires, no cameras,” Rossi said, still staring at you as if asking for permission.

A million thoughts raced through your mind as your heart pounded. Obviously, the most logical thing was to think that Reid either wanted to negotiate or kill you, but you couldn’t help but wonder if he wanted more. Before Spencer became an Unsub, you had a small thing for him, and you felt there had always been tension, but nothing ever came of it. What if- You stopped yourself. This was a murderer. This wasn’t the Spencer you once knew. He wasn’t a friend or an innocent crush anymore. He was a criminal.

You nodded towards Rossi, indicating you would accept the insane offer to be with Reid alone. 

About an hour later, after being thoroughly briefed by Rossi and the rest of the team, you were standing outside of Reid’s hotel room. Thoughts of doubt and worry flooded your mind. Anxiety coursed through your blood. 

You knocked on the door. 

Footsteps could be heard on the other side of the door. 

The lock on the door unhooked with a clink of metal against metal, and the door opened with a slight creak.

The man you had trusted with your life for so many years appeared behind the door with a small smile and softly said, “Hey, Y/N. Long time no see, huh?”

Emotions flooded through you. A mix of betrayal, sadness, hope, fear, and happiness jumbled around in your brain. You didn’t even think about what you were doing before you launched yourself forward, tears filling your eyes as you hugged him.

Spencer let out a quiet giggle and wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you inside the hotel room and closed the door with his foot, only pulling away from you because he needed to lock the door.

You pulled yourself together, wiping your tears with the back of your hand as you remembered why you were here in the first place.

“You know, I kind of thought you would be angry with me, but I guess not,” Spencer voiced, a smirk barely visible on his face.

You scoffed, “Angry? Angry doesn’t even begin to cover it, Reid. You have killed people. Killed them. That doesn’t make me angry. That makes me hate you. That makes me feel devastated. You were my friend! You betrayed me the moment you killed the first victim. You-” 

You were cut off as Spencer kissed your lips softly at first, then more harshly as he began to push you up against the door. You were caught off guard, unable to immediately react, giving him time to pin your arms to your sides, and force your legs to the door, making you unable to move.

You struggled as you came to your senses, shaking your head, and causing him to stop kissing you. He looked down at you with a look that made a chill run down your spine. 

“Princess, we don’t have much time before our agent friends break down this door, so can we skip the act and just admit you want this? That you want me?” Spencer said in a condescending tone.

“I- I don’t. Get off of me, Spence. Now,“ You muttered, not believing the words leaving your mouth. 

You did want this. You wanted Spencer to kiss you, to use his long, slender fingers to make you feel amazing.

Spencer let you go, “Fine, I can wait. You think I didn’t know how you would stare at me while we were on the plane? How you would tell Derek and Emily how much you adored me? How cute you thought I was? Do you really think I’m oblivious Y/N? I know what you want me to do to you right now. You want me to show you what I’ve learned since you saw me last, correct?”

You nodded your head yes, hating the way he could make you crumble in an instant.

In a blur Spencer grabbed you by the waist, his eyes never leaving yours, and shoved you onto the neat hotel bed. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, looking at you with hunger in his eyes. You were frozen in place, unable to think clearly. You knew that your team would be horrified to know what you were doing, but on the other hand, you had been waiting years for this. You had shoved down your stupid little crush for years, and he was finally reciprocating your feelings. Why would you turn him down? It isn’t like he was a rapist or child molester. As far as you were concerned, he was doing everyone a favor. 

Spencer spoke, pulling you out of your conflicting thoughts, “Strip. Now.”

You were somewhat surprised at his commanding tone. He had never been like this until after Mexico. Until he “went bad” as Rossi used to say.

It wasn’t until he huffed and started to undo the button on your jeans that you even comprehended what he had said.

“Can’t do anything by yourself, can you, princess?” Spencer grumbled, slightly smirking.

He undid the button, and unzipped your jeans, yanking them off of you and throwing them across the room. Next, he decided to start to take off your shirt. You lifted your arms so he could take them off, and left you in your bra and panties. 

Suddenly, you realized just how exposed you were, and how absolutely stupid this was. Did you crave his touch? Absolutely you did, but he was a criminal, and you had absolutely no idea what he was capable of.

Spencer must have noticed how you felt, as he dropped his dominant façade and reached out to cup your cheek, his soft hand caressing your face. 

“You don’t have to do this, Y/N. I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do, okay?” Spencer softly spoke.

This confirmed it. You wanted him. As you just saw, the “old Spencer” was still in there, and he would never hurt you. You wanted him.

You grabbed his face, pulling him to your lips, kissing him. His tongue toyed at your bottom lip, asking for permission to enter your mouth. You parted your lips just enough for his tongue to enter, his hands lowering to grab at your hips. Your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck, slightly tugging at the curls. He whimpered slightly. Definitely still Spencer.

He broke the kiss, leaning backward to unzip his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers, revealing his long, and painfully hard member. The corners of his mouth twitched upwards at your reaction. 

He quickly took off your bra and ripped off your panties, throwing them both over his shoulder onto the hotel floor. He spread your legs with his hands and lined himself up with your wet entrance. He pushed himself in all the way, not giving you enough time to adjust before beginning to thrust at an even pace. You both let out a loud moan. The pain slowly subsided into pure pleasure, and Spencer let out small grunts as he thrusted into you faster.

“Spence! Yes!” You moaned out, pleasure overtaking all of your other senses. 

The only other sound besides your moaning was the sound of skin-on-skin contact, and the wet sounds you made as Spencer pounded into you.

“I’m so close, angel. Come on baby, come with me,” Spencer grunted out, his thrusts getting sloppy. 

Your core tightened as his seed spilled into you, causing you to see stars. You both moaned loudly, pleasure overtaking both of you.

Spencer slowly pulled out of you, his hair sticking to his face, panting. His cum started to leak out of you, and he quickly took two fingers and pushed it back into you, causing you to become a whimpering mess. 

He chuckled, and pulled up his pants, buttoning them and zipping them back up. He quickly went around and gathered your clothes that were strewn around the room. He came back and started to redress you. You tried to push him off, wanting to sleep, but he continued.

“Sweetheart, I need you to be dressed, okay. The team will bust in here soon, and I can’t have you all fucked-out, alright?” Spencer sweetly spoke. 

You nodded in agreement, and “helped” him dress you. 

When you were dressed, Spencer grabbed his bag, taking out a knife. Your heart dropped, and quickly came back to life, your mind clearing completely.

“Spence? What are you doing?” Fear leaked out of your voice.

Spencer spoke in a condescending voice as he walked over to you, “Princess, I’m escaping. I’d love to see everyone, but that just isn’t possible. I really, really like you, so I’m not going to kill you, but this might sting.”

You whimpered, backing up until your back hits the headboard. Tears started to fill your eyes, and all of your BAU training went out the window.

“Shh, I can’t just walk out of here, leaving you unharmed. If I did that, you would end up having a lot of questions aimed at you, Y/L/N. So, if you really think about it, this is in your best interest,” Spencer spoke, looming over you.

He smiled and pushed your hair out of your face, plunging the knife into your stomach. You cried out, tears falling down your cheeks now. He kissed your forehead before slightly twisting the knife, causing a sharp pain to flood through your abdomen. He slipped the knife out of you and wiped it onto the bed sheets before throwing it into his duffel bag.

“Hopefully we’ll see each other again, but for now, goodbye,” Spencer said, walking out of the door to the room, leaving you to, hopefully not, bleed out on the bed.

A few minutes go by of you trying to get to the door, continually falling to the ground, staining the ground with your blood. Your vision starts to go blurry, and before you pass out, you see your team kick down the door and run to you.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if i (24M) stopped paying for groceries for my disabled aunt(62F)?

for reference, I live with my elderly aunt in a house my parents are leaving me. she needed a place to stay outside of her home city that wasn't loud or full of crazy family, and i need a place to stay while i work part time and try to work my way through this codecamp, so my mom offered it to us provided i pay for rent and bills. i give up 2/3rds my monthly paycheck for rent and bills my meds, therapy, paying off loans, lawncare, some help with the groceries, transportation, with some left over for savings. my aunt is on fixed income and pays for her medical bills, rent, bills, meds, insurance and such. she also sends a fair amount of money to her adult son.

the thing is, my dog has been really sick lately. she's an old dog, and we just found out she developed arthritis in her back. the vet bills aren't cheap, but she still has a lot of life in her, and it isn't bad enough to where she needs to be put down. they also cut my hours at work (i work part-time so i can try and focus on class, which... doesn't always help, with the adhd) so i've been getting paid less these last few months. over the last few months though, i've also been trying to help a little more with the groceries, since the prices of meat have been going up.

the thing is, i literally do not have the money to pay for groceries this month. my dog has been getting sicker and ive been stressed between class and my declining work hours, and my aunt is asking me when i'm going grocery shopping. i just don't have the money, and she seems understanding, but then i learn from my mom that while we're both struggling here my aunt's son is living outside his means, partying and spending money on cars and cheating on his girlfriend. and my aunt is still sending him money.

we still have some food in the house, so it's not like we're starving- we just don't have as much meat as my aunt would like. but i can't pay that right now, because i literally have nothing rn and even though i get paid friday, most of that's going for rent, so i'll barely have anything. I need to at least save up a little this month so i can try and pay off my credit card too...

so WIBTA if i just told my aunt i'm not paying for groceries this month?

What are these acronyms?

[crguang]

I feel like there’s a lot of sacrificing for a joke in hsr, which is definitely annoying especially when it just…doesn’t make sense, tonally and just logically. And I really do wish we found out more abt the TB, and I would’ve like even like a tidbit from firefly since we talk to her sm, we even play as her at the end. Or maybe get an offhand mention abt how she’s not supposed to tell us bc of the script or smth . I def agree w you, I cannot take the ipc seriously, bc there’s all this stuff abt how they’re doing stuff for their own benefit and profit but idk the stuff w the stellaron hunters and them is just so goofy, like it doesn’t make any sense.

ok so, I was looking thru ur blog and I realized I sent a message abt two-ish weeks ago, tumblr probably ate it smh. I was just saying how it was silly that Kafka’s wanted poster literally says she likes coats on it, and her bounty, like that’s it. Shes so sjsjshbsbddbbewv. And I also came up with another fic idea, like Kafka in an idol/band AU, but also I think her being an actor w the other stellaron hunters would be funny. But yk if I ever get around to writing anything instead of Kafka just living in my brain, who would she be in a band with, I was think abt using some of the characters from the animated before the show starts thing, but the instruments just don’t go together. Also I think I need to work on writing Kafka in general, bc she’s so complicated and it’s fun but I also overthink things too much.

And the leaks were unfortunately right abt 4 characters on one side. I’m not as devastated as you ofc, but hopefully I win my 50/50. Hjskalskskskndn I will cry if I loose.

also, no need to apologize for ranting, your rants always make more sense than mine, and I really enjoy your thoughts. -🌠

i agree with you 100%!!! missed opportunity with firefly and the tb reconnecting it could have been so nice. and omg i think i read that ask, it sounds familiar but i have so many (most are really old reqs, the recent ones are the event reqs i keep to answer eventually) and sometimes things get lost or i’ll click on the notification, answer in my head, then go do something else and forget to actually post my reply, im sorry😭😭 but YES i was thinking of kafka’s description in the game and while i know its the objective writing of the game and not the ipc, i find it funny to believe that whoever was in charge of her wanted notice thought she was hot as fuck because “dashing” and “beauty” in the same sentence is crazy work. her bounty is even funnier bc im wondering how they found out that she loved coats like😭 did she steal a bunch (she did), are they rlly monitoring her credit card and seeing all the purchases of expensive coats, is she always found in a store— what is it?!

actor au stellaron hunters would be really fun… you could also just put then in a band together for the idol/band au because i do think they’re the people who understand her best. the thought of kafka and jingliu practicing together is so funny because jingliu would hate that woman like GDJFBFNG her arrogance would have liu clenching that instrument so tight

i dont think you should worry about overthinking when it comes to writing, it can be a weakness because then you focus too much on details and forget the big picture, but personally i also think j too much into things when i write characters like kafka especially. when every genuine emotion is in the twitch of a finger, there’s kinda no choice lol

“im not as devastated as you” is killing me but its true… im the biggest victim of this banner system bc if i dont get my swanie i’ll @)&$(&)@)£<£#%. i hope u win the 50/50, unless i lose mine in which case i hope everyone else also loses <3

[queen-scribbles]

taris agent story mention trap card activated; I'm REAL curious to know how arkady is feeling about how everything goes on taris? a couple credits for his (preliminary at least) thoughts?

Well, first off, he's extremely wary of Lokin. He clocked how dangerous the Affable Unassuming Old Man is within second, just didn't figure out the "can transform into a rakghoul (almost) at will" part. (But really, who expects something like that?)

He hates Taris as an environment. Arkady is a city boy. He was born and raised on Ziost. Sure there was training for different terrain, but that doesn't mean he enjoys it. xD He does not like trekking through swamps and dodging cityscape debris and mud and predators and this is so much worse than the Dromund Kaas jungles.

He's... a bit of a mess mentally for a bunch of reasons, not the least of which is the brainwashing reveal. I think that hit him even harder than it did Ody and it flipped her world upside down. He tried to blame it on the Sith, but couldn't ignore the reality of even if they asked for it, Keeper(the First) complied. He hates so much that it proves Watcher X right. Oh, my gosh, he's so grumpy about that. But he's still sorting through it all--Imperial Intelligence brainwashed him, Republic SIS found out how to control him using it, he's supposed to infiltrate and destroy this cell but does he really want to do that? These seem like good people, who are doing what they have to to protect their people, and really, how different are they from him?

(and floating in the background of it all is Watcher Two's voice saying high Imperial citizen casualties from the Eradicators are acceptable if it lets them stop Jadus. Even having joined Intelligence more to get away from home than anything it bothers him that she's ready to make that sacrifice so easily. First crack in his resolve.)

Chance is easy to work with; trusts him to do the job and seems to accept he's working on it even with complications. (Arkady spends half of Taris fighting the urge to ask how long Chance as been an agent bc he's way more trusting than any other spy he's met. >.>) Ardun's reaction to/commentary on Ki Sazen is what makes Arkady suspect the man's a Jedi himself; it sounds like way too personal an issue. Does make him smirk a little the Jedi seem to have the same issues as the Sith with rogue members and the like.

All of my agents are what might seem too forgiving of Ardun and Chance using the keyword and even if he's not questioning as much as, say, Jaaide or Ody, Arkady's no exception. In fact, I think he's bothered by it almost the least(might be tied with Ody), bc with his ruthlessly pragmatic streak he would do the same as Ardun without hesitation. (He wouldn't even be sorry; this is a war and protecting your assets comes first) (Besides, there's that slave you inject with what's basically the prototype serum for the Castellan Restraints back on DK, so it'd be massively hypocritical bc he DID do the exact same thing)

Him saving Chance instead of letting him die is the second crack in his loyalty. He should be "eliminating the enemy" and this is literally the perfect cover; he wouldn't even have to do anything, his inaction would be enough. Just let Chance succumb to his wounds. But he doesn't. Bc he's not a bad person, and pragmatically speaking, helping Chance will further ingratiate him with the team.

By the time he actually confronts Ki Sazen, he's pretty thoroughly convinced she's crazy. Also acting like a petulant child who ran away from home bc she didn't get her way. He killed her, bc there's no way Arkady is going to suggest someone join the Sith, and he wouldn't think she has the temperament for spy work so SIS is out too. (Also that line about "You were a savior. Now you're a martyr" is a banger)

I don't think he'd completely sorted through all his thoughts and emotions about his, uh, circumstances by the time he left Taris. He definitely dislikes the Sith even more now(haha can't wait til he romances Lana and has to Rethink Biases), he picked up a new nexu pet who will love him no matter what his decisions, and he's further embedded himself with Kothe's team, which he tells himself is good bc it'll let him do his job better. Not bc he's actually starting to like most of them. >:3

[seijorhi]

Hey rhi….. words can’t express how much I loved your new tsumu fic. Throughout the entire fic it kept reminding me of twilight 🫣, which I absolutely love cause I fucking love the twilight series. The whole werewolf vibe was giving Jacob black all you needed was the vampires lol (although there are still quite a few differences from the fic and twilight, but for some strange reason my mind thought of twilight 🥲 alright I’ll stop geeking about twilight now).

I was genuinely surprised when you mentioned that tsumu had no bleach in his hair cuz like you expect him to have his hair blonde but I’m pretty sure the color of his hair is the least of his worries. It does make me a bit sad though finding how he was on his way to the youth team and possibly even going pro but he can’t because he got turned into a werewolf (even though he’s evil and also fucks up the readers life as well, it’s makes me sad that the both of them can never go back to the life they once had). I’m also sad that mako is going to have such a gruesome end, truly devastating. And the fact that tsumu and the reader eats people had me very much like HUUHHH 😟😳😀🤨⁉️ for some reason it had NEVER crossed my mind what a werewolves diet consisted of lol. Overall though, I really enjoyed your fic, like I said before ,anything with either one of the twins (or even the both of them) is already my favorite.

And just like always I have a couple of questions, remember you don’t have to feel obligated to answer any or all of them I’m perfectly content even if you so much as just read this message 🩵

so let’s begin….

How did tsumu get attacked, like where was he?

Was he a target of interest or just a completely random victim of opportunity?

What was going through his mind the moment of said attack and while he was undergoing the painful transformation?

Does tsumu live in the wild,( since you mentioned that he had stolen the clothes from the first unnamed guy, and he didn’t have a credit card), or does he move from place to place?

Is he contact with Samu and his family but just leaves them completely in the dark about everything he does and pretends that everything is fine (but it’s not cause he’s literally a fucking werewolf 🧍🏻‍♀️) or is it no contact whatsoever, like they don’t even see him face to face anymore let alone a FaceTime call or even a text message?

Do you think if samu were to find out about tsumu being a werewolf (whether he finds out himself or tsumu tells him) would be repulsed or understanding and would want to become one as well?

This is sort of a continuation of the last question but would tsumu ever tell his family or samu or would he never say anything in order to protect them?

After his attack did he go back home or did he just drop off the face of the earth?

Were him and samu annoying the reader or was tsumu the only one annoying the reader while his brother was aware of everything?

Maybe I’m blind or dumb but when did tsumu bite the reader because you mentioned that he didn’t get the chance to bite her while they were in high school and that he bit her the first night he stayed at the cabin… so like did he bite her in her sleep 😀?

Did the reader know that tsumu was the wolf that attacked her or did she think it was an actual wolf?

Was there feelings of resentment about becoming a werewolf or did he take it in stride? (You see me personally, I’m more of a vampire girl)

Had he been keeping track of the reader the whole time they were apart or had he finally found her again and decided to take the opportunity?

These are all the questions I can think of at the moment but rest assured I’ll be back if I have more. Also sorry there’s a bit more questions than last time but curiosity got the best of me 😓. Thank you so much if you actually made it all the way down here and if you actually answer any of these questions 🌬️. Your miya fics are always a nice little gift. Hands down, an amazing fic, I will definitely be rereading it. Love you and your fics so much rhi, keep up the good work babe 🫶🏼.

- that one long ‘means to an end’ ask nonnie 🌬️☁️

nonnie i take it back, i am no longer smooching ur forehead. i am coming to kiss you directly on the mouth. ily <33

alright, let's tackle these questions:

How did tsumu get attacked, like where was he? Was he a target of interest or just a completely random victim of opportunity?

out on a run through the woods, on the same track he'd run a thousand times. definitely a victim of opportunity

What was going through his mind the moment of said attack and while he was undergoing the painful transformation?

similar kind of to the reader – the same fucked up sort of hallucinating trip, filled with unimaginable pain. the difference is he had someone there to talk him through it and explain what was happening

Does tsumu live in the wild,( since you mentioned that he had stolen the clothes from the first unnamed guy, and he didn’t have a credit card), or does he move from place to place?

he can and he has before, but he prefers to take his opportunities where they come up. plenty of vacant (or easily vacated) properties and places to crash and clean up. but he does move around a lot too, staying in one place for too long draws too much attention

Is he contact with Samu and his family but just leaves them completely in the dark about everything he does and pretends that everything is fine (but it’s not cause he’s literally a fucking werewolf 🧍🏻‍♀️) or is it no contact whatsoever, like they don’t even see him face to face anymore let alone a FaceTime call or even a text message?

his family, for the most part, is in the dark, there's very little if any contact. going back, seeing them – it's like an open wound. if you asked his parents they'd say it was drugs or something like that that stole their son from them. samu doesn't know the full truth – but he know it's not drugs that changed him. i kind of have this mini headcanon that samu's the one who sees the blood he missed cleaning off him, maybe he saw him stumble in one night, wide eyed and horrified but what he'd done. he knows enough not to ask.

Do you think if samu were to find out about tsumu being a werewolf (whether he finds out himself or tsumu tells him) would be repulsed or understanding and would want to become one as well?

sort of like i said above, he's got an inkling that whatever tsumu is, it ain't human. he'll always love his brother, always be on his side when it counts. as to whether he'd want to become one too... yeah. not because he thinks it's cool or he wants to be strong and powerful and live a longer life – no, he'd go into it knowing he'd lose his humanity. he's glimpsed the ugliness of it, the brutality, but at the end of the day it kills him that tsumu's going through it alone.

This is sort of a continuation of the last question but would tsumu ever tell his family or samu or would he never say anything in order to protect them?

not to protect them out of any like secret werewolf code or anything, but he'd keep his silence and his distance to protect them from the grim truth.

After his attack did he go back home or did he just drop off the face of the earth?

he was back home for a very short period and quickly realised that he couldn't just slip back into his old life. he's fundamentally changed. there is no going back.

Were him and samu annoying the reader or was tsumu the only one annoying the reader while his brother was aware of everything?

just tsumu, though samu was definitely aware of it

Maybe I’m blind or dumb but when did tsumu bite the reader because you mentioned that he didn’t get the chance to bite her while they were in high school and that he bit her the first night he stayed at the cabin… so like did he bite her in her sleep 😀?

answered that one here

Did the reader know that tsumu was the wolf that attacked her or did she think it was an actual wolf?

she knew it was a wolf-ish creature, but definitely not a wolf. she had no idea it was atsumu though

Was there feelings of resentment about becoming a werewolf or did he take it in stride? (You see me personally, I’m more of a vampire girl)

he might've been an asshole, and by the time he meets up with the reader again he's learned to accept and embrace the monster that he is, but there's a big leap between being an arrogant, obsessive bastard and being something inhuman.

his whole life was ripped away from him. he was forced to leave his family – osamu – behind. he actually ends up killing the one who turned him, partially out of anger for interrupting his attack on the reader and stopping him from getting a chance to bite her, but also out of resentment.

Had he been keeping track of the reader the whole time they were apart or had he finally found her again and decided to take the opportunity?

he lost her and spent years trying to track her down again, it was simply bad luck (on her part) that he managed to find her.

[twisted-in-underland]

“I would steer clear of Crystalline if I were you. Unless you have a death wish that is.”

Unique Magic:

Fleeting memories - Roma’s unique magic is a memory erasure type spell. This spell allows Roma to summon a black and white dragonfly which can erase a targets memories by circling the targets head. The sting from the dragonfly is said to be painless, though seems to drain the targets energy, leading them to fall to the ground. They will not remember anything since they woke up that day, and the memories are gone forever. If stung enough times a target may loose vital memories such as their sense of self or even their name. Roma, however, has never utilised his magic to this extent since he would run the risk of overblot.

All credit for the og sprite belongs to the Twisted Wonderland team and Yana Toboso! The info template belongs to @unfinished-projects-galore here on tumblr!

(More info under the cut)

As promised here is my updated Roma sprite sheet! Ngl I literally just traced over my original sprite with a different brush just so it looked cleaner. I also made the gold trim more vibrant; Roma may not like bright colours but his uniform is still the standard for all students.

When I originally did this sprite I used Vil’s school uniform sprite as my base.

Same as Yuri, you can find Roma’s original concept/info here, but I here are some other fun facts about him!

He is 17 years old and uses They/He pronouns. He’s a second year Pomefiore student

The symbol on his coffin card is a dragonfly

His hairstyle is inspired by Yor’s from Spy x Family. I imagine his hair when down is at about his lower back.

Roma is the “Twisted” version of Princess Ivy from Sofia the First

They really enjoy gardening as it was their mothers favourite pass time

Roma never met their mother, she died when they were a baby.

Roma has one older brother, Albedo, whom he’s not super close with. Albedo was the favourited son, leading Roma to feel neglected and under appreciated.

Due to their father’s favouritism, Roma holds a lot of resentment towards both his father and brother. However, a lot of the resentment towards Albedo is more out of jealousy.

After meeting and befriending Yuri, Roma is very slowly beginning to repair his relationship with his brother.

When Roma first visited Ramshackle for the first time he was “shocked and disgusted” by the state of the dormitory.

He was more shocked that Crowley thought this was an acceptable living space than anything Yuri did given Yuri has been cleaning up the dorm themself.

The first thing Roma did was give Yuri a new set of bedding for the dorm

Roma claims the first favour he has ever asked of Albedo was to send over some bedding from their manor. He would have snagged some from Pomefiore, but I imagine Vil keeps a close count of dorm supplies.

Roma is a pretty observant guy who I imagine would be really good at tutoring others. He’d likely be able to tell what teaching style works best for each individual and go from there.

I also like to imagine that Roma is more effective in teaching Epel etiquette and table manners because he’s a bit more patient and less strict than Vil.

Roma holds a lot of respect for Vil and seems to be on amicable or friendly terms with his housewarden. They do, however, butt heads on how to best teach new dorm students.

This is mainly because Roma gets annoyed when he has to constantly listen to other people complaining

Roma can also be stubborn and sometimes doesn’t let up if he thinks he’s right

Roma founded the enchanted gardening club which is open to all students but tends to attract students with flora magic. The general idea of the club is learn how to tend to enchanted plants.

If anyone has any other questions about Roma or even about Yuri feel free to ask! My inbox is open!

I think I’m going to work on Harry next so be on the look out for him!

[mitigatingacademics]

[12.28.2024]

Work has been *a lot* lately.

I started into some of the details but could actually feel my blood pressure raising and realized it wasn't worth it.

Suffice to say that I'm in week 2 of 6-8 hour late trains, back-to-back 12 hour shifts, etc. - working almost exclusively with a trainee who, to give credit where it's due, is trying her best and actually doing well all things considered, but still leaves the person she's working with ultimately responsible for 2 jobs at the same time.

It's just too much.

On the other side of all that, though...

Excellent coworkers, be they crew, fellow agents at down-line stations, our security officers, bus drivers, and even the woman in charge of property management have all been *chef's kiss* above and beyond and kept me going.

Even the passengers, as inconvenienced as they've been, and justly frustrated, aside from the ones that are so awful they make you feel like they're sucking all remaining potential for future joy right out of your soul (I *watched* this happen to the trainee when she was verbally attacked by a woman so unreasonably aggressive that we had to call the police - other passengers in the waiting room later told us she'd been the same towards onboard staff), overwhelming MOST of our passengers, despite going through it trying to get to their holiday destinations were extremely kind and understanding that we were doing the best we could for them with what we had.

Never in my life have I been more relieved and frankly very happy to give folks their money back if they found another way to get on their way. If the 'service disruption' button was a thing that could have fallen off it probably would have. Without exaggeration, I used 4 times the ticket stock on refunds as I did on sales. I gave it all back *and* told them to call Customer Relations to tell them about their experience.

That's what we have and I used it to the full extent of its worth. The trainee even went about handing out bottles of water to the passengers that were meant for employees and I made no effort to stop her. She felt she needed to do something and I wasn't opposed, nor was I available as I was unselling the bus connection as fast as folks could order Ubers.

In the midst of this, I was blessed to spend a very nice, low key Christmas with my parents.

I got home from work Christmas Eve morning 4 hours late off a 12 hour shift to find them having remained in their matching pajamas until I could see them.

I am so grateful for all of the gifts I received this year both the incredibly useful including the books on legal writing from Mom and the Amazon gift cards from Dad and the absurd but heartening in inexplicable ways, including the 'magic' color changing Harry Potter hot chocolate complete with Hogwarts Express packaging from my favorite crew member and Hedwig Lego (among so many other things!) from fav coworker.

There's literally nothing material in the world that I want for.

Seeing the backlash against outrageous Christmas haul videos on YouTube this year, as well as the Angel Tree drama, has created for me not only gratitude for my own privilege but also a sense of gratefulness for my ability to differentiate between needs and wants and ultimately to understand what is truly important.

Unquestionably, my favorite and a completely unexpected item that I received this year was an e-mail response from Favorite Texas Judge.

I don't want to post publicly too much of the exchange that we've engaged in, except to say that any concern or regret that I've ever felt about reaching out to her either time were a product of my own anxiety and she has never failed to be anything but entirely lovely.

I don't imagine her heart is something that can be taught, but I am *so* *so* fortunate to have her take the time to show interest in and support of my legal education endeavors - even showing compassion and understanding of my trauma dumping - offering thoughts on how she gets through the days herself.

Her words of encouragement are a salve for my soul.

She even kindly asked me to let her know how I do with some upcoming decisions that will need to be made.

I am grateful beyond expression to have her light in my life. It keeps me going in ways I can't put into words.

[oliverashquinn]

I hate my college roommate

I'm currently a freshman in college, and I live in a triple. One of my roommates I love, and we were supposed to get a double together, but they were all gone so we had to get a triple, which is where my not-so-lovely roommate comes in. We created a roommate agreement sheet filled with things that we can all agree on that we should do around the dorm, and how we can work together in our small living space.

Well, my good roommate, who I'll call Lia, and I have been putting up with a lot when it comes to our bad one, Tessa. Tessa's essentially completely taken over our room, using the things we bought, which would be fine as long as she asked first, but she never asks. She's taken Lia's facemasks and used her hairspray when she's not in the room, and I hear her sometimes she's taken my ice cream bars without asking, so when I go to have a treat, there all gone and I can see the wrappers on her desk.

She's also brought friends over and boys over a lot without asking, or saying stuff like "Hey, I'm bringing so-and-so over." Multiple occasions she's brought over a guy we've repeatedly told her we're uncomfortable with being in the room when we're there, and we shouldn't have to leave our space just because she wants to cuddle with him in her bed.

She's taken more than half of a closet meant for three people, and we've talked to her about it, and she's like, "Oh, just push it over." WE'VE TRIED. We push it, and it doesn't move. She's 'apologizing' for it while getting ready to go out to buy more clothes.

There was a whole trash thing where she complained about us not taking the trash out because she did it twice in a row, even though we've told her that if she wanted us to help with the trash or take it out, we could. Then after she complained, she didn't take it out for a month. I've taken the trash out 4 times in a row, twice Lia helped me with it. Then randomly on Halloween night, she texts Lia and she's like, can you take the trash out?" Lia shows me the text and I'm immediately like hell no. I've already taken it out twice before this. It's her turn, so Lia says that to Tessa, and she starts begging us to take the trash out because she hates the smell of the trash outside, even though she apparently can stand the smell of vomit since she spent all night helping the girl next door clean her room, but okay.

We then found out from her friends that she's been TALKING ABOUT US BEHIND OUR BACKS! Yeah, she's been telling everyone that we're the reason the trash was so bad, and that we were just sitting on our asses, even though we left the trash the way it was because we wanted to see if she'd do it herself. And that's not even the first time she's done something like this. A few days ago, she tried to bring a guy over to have a sleepover with him in our room, and I asked why it had to be our room because it's ALWAYS our room, and she goes, "Oh, well he doesn't have a mattress topper, that's the only thing." Seriously, you're so spoiled that you refuse to sleep on anything that's not a premium mattress?

By the way, she's a spoiled rich single child from somewhere near LA, CA. She flaunts about how she has her dad's credit card to buy everything and how her mom doesn't care if she gets a fake ID or piss drunk. Literally like 3 days from move-in, she's vomiting every five minutes because she decided to drink four shots of pure alcohol on an empty stomach.

Lia and I recently sat down and went over everything in the roommate agreement that she violated. Oh my fucking god. 7 fucking things, which may not seem like much, but it's because some things she's violated multiple times. Like bringing guys over. We have a clause that says we can't bring romantic partners over if roommates are in the room, and it's not like they're just in our room talking or anything. The PDA is disgusting. He's all over her, grinding on her and making out with her right in the middle of the room. Or the one about fucking asking first before taking stuff and not telling your roommates you took it.

And if I hear another freaking person go "Just talk to her about it." You try talking to someone who's talked about punching someone in the face all because they got into an argument with someone. You try talking to a whiter-than-white rich girl who's made racist comments about you and your roommate and looks at you funny or wrinkles her nose whenever you do anything revolving around your culture.

We had to go to the RA on another fucking floor because our own RA is never around for us to talk to about this stuff because at this point, I don't even want to 'resolve' things. I want her out. I'd rather put up with a random roommate than live another second with her pretentious ass.

I'm transferring schools next year anyway because some stuff happened in my family that's requiring me to go back to my home state, and I'm counting the days until I can go back home.

[alexiskrystina]

My Business Journey.

My entire life I’ve done whatever I wanted whenever I wanted.

Rules and authority were two things I never understood—well, I understood it, just didn’t like it. Once I found out I was an Aquarius rising, moon, & mars, this all made sense to me. If you know anything about astrology, you’ll know just how validating it was for me to find that out.

I’m also a Taurus sun so I love food, my comfort zone, and of course, I love money. I love luxury and nice things–I always loved the quote, “I have to be successful because I like expensive things.” And so, that’s what I always did–ensure my success.

I got good grades, got a job right when I turned 16, started paying my own cell phone bill at 18 because I knew I needed credit, and got my first credit card at 19. I got a scholarship to college where I finished my Bachelors & Masters, both in Accounting, in 4 years (Usually this takes about 6—so, yeah, there’s overachiever vibes here but really, it was all about making money as soon as possible). I was ready to make some real money stat. That was my objective.

After about 6 years in the corporate world, I was making 6 figures. And then my world fell apart.

Back in 2016, I was living the life–making over $100K, working from home before it was a thing, and I had just had my second child. Then the company I was working for was sold. At that point, what I had previously known about “job security” was shattered. Enter: the fuck this shit vibe.

But let’s back track a smidge–I had always wanted to be an entrepreneur. When I was 8 I sold friendship bracelets, when I was 16 I took a stab at more advanced beaded jewelry, at 20 I sold Mary Kay then jumped to Avon. At 24 I was a blogger, then I decided I was going to be an author and I wrote an entire 68,000 word fiction novel (and it’s actually pretty freakin good). I also had an Etsy shop where I sold little paper crafts (literally the cutest things), and my last gig was selling Senegence. I was determined to GTFO of this corporate construct. So when I got my work-from-home-six-figure-job, I was like YES! I made it! Freedom is mine.

But it was a false sense of freedom.

Yes, I had the flexibility of working from home, but the universe was like, girl don’t get it twisted—this is still a corporate job with all the corporate shit you’ve been running away from.

At that moment, I knew my job was in limbo so I decided I was going to bet on me one more time. I decided I was going to become a CPA (Certified Public Accountant), even though I had once swore I’d never go back to studying. The CPA exam is rough. And with two kids plus a full time corporate job, that shit was intense. But, I passed all 4 parts on the first try with flying colors–would I really have had it any other way? No. I’m like a selective overachiever. I call it Slazy.

In 2017, I started my own accounting firm, previously named Advance Accounting, and I was beyond determined to make this work. And it did, because it’s what I was meant to do all along.

I always thought it was funny that after all those years of selling makeup and jewelry and paper, I ended up being an entrepreneur in the industry where I actually had been professionally trained. Who would’ve thought.

And that’s how I became an entrepreneur. The ride was wild but it was worth it.

[formagdalene]

Pandemic Blues and Silver Linings -- 3 years later

A realization during my last few months as an intern during the pandemic:

I woke up the past few days with a light feeling in my chest. Instead of panicking about my future upon the realization that I’ve been an online medical student for almost a year--I tried to make a checklist in my head of all the good that has happened in the past year.

I came into this realization, really, while I was doing my usual 20-minute workout. Ever since my running class back in college--when I had to wake up at 5am to complete my required kilometers for the semesters (it’s a thing!)--I’ve developed a craving for high intensity physical activity. I’m not kidding. Every chance I get, when I was in the 1st few years of med school, I tried to run at our community park. Sadly, that opportunity isn’t that frequent. I was not a good cook and I got a credit card. So sadly, I also spent a lot of time just eating take-out, unhealthy food. Long story short, I got fat. Way beyond the normal BMI for an Asian. I didn’t like it. I felt as bad as I looked. 

But for the past year, my exercise routine had been more stable. I’m not gonna lie okay---it’s every single day. And. I. Love. It. I don’t think this is exercise addiction because I’m having so much fun? Maybe it’s because I’m vibing to Twice and BTS workout videos on youtube but I find myself feeling good after each session. I lost weight too! And got some abs (no kidding either). I’m now in the normal BMI range for an Asian. 

The funniest part for me--in this past year--is how I learned how to cook good food. And no, I don’t just mean frying canned goods and pairing it with rice. I mean, legitimate, healthy food. Like green leafy vegetables. I mean sinigang, adobo, bulanglang--that kind of thing. I mean all sorts of pasta dishes. Cooking became some sort of solace. When I want to relax, that’s what I do--cook. The more complex, the better for my peace of mind. That part is laughable because I used to hate cooking. My brother has tried some of my cooking and he liked some of them. Yes, just...some. He has particular tastes. My dad has tried cookies I baked and he loved them as well. I can say then, with utmost confidence, I am no longer insecure about this aspect of myself. I’m no chef but I can cook steak. I can make a good pasta dish. And this all came about because I have no choice but to cook, being stuck in a house in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of a pandemic.

Which brings me to that next good thing: the house in the middle of nowhere. During my clerkship, I found myself travelling to places, renting rooms or Air BnBs just to escape from the noise of the city. I can’t exactly say home is an escape because there are so many people coming and going in our house in Lipa. I wanted to be in a place where there’s true quiet. Like, I’m literally the only person in that house. It seems like a selfish wish. But it came true so effortlessly when the pandemic came. My brothers have a house in Calamba that they stay for their face-to-face classes. Since they’ve been online, they preferred to stay at our house in Lipa. I have no proper “study area” in our house in Lipa. And most of the time when I’m in my online class, people are talking over me and that was distracting. It was my parents who proposed I used the house in Calamba first. It was perfect. The internet was fast. I have a huge kitchen all to myself. The grocery store is just a few blocks away. There’s a view of Mt. Makiling over my study area. There are no ambulance, police siren or firetruck noises like the ones I got used to hearing in the city. This place is perfect for an online class. I don’t feel the desire to book an Air BnB or anything like that anymore. 

Which brings me to my next point: I wanted to escape the ugly side of the hospital life multiple times. The anxiety interactions with my seniors gave me. The pressure to perform well every single time. The shame that came with not knowing everything I was supposed to know. Maybe God saw parts of myself that was dying and he wanted to save it. 

And saved, he did.

Now it’s the year 2024. 3 years since the pandemic started. I’m now a second year Medical Resident. 

I come back to this post in another era of blues, knowing I have seen what silver linings looked like. I know this with confidence. Things won’t always make sense in the beginning--it might all seem  like a disaster at first. But God’s plans are infinitely superior than our plans. He sees everything. I thank God for the year of 2020-2021. I thank Him for all the breakthroughs, the unexpected blessings and the unexpected rest he gave me. With this, I can renew my strength and face another day. I know God’s plans will always be superior than my own. I know he will give me the rest I need -- when I need it the most.