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[astralfms]

@bittcrsweetsfm // lick the spoon

"there are stipulations to my generosity, by the way," he's holding the door open with a lazy grin, waiting for cami to walk under his arm. he's taken it upon himself to treat her to a relaxing day out, always worried that she's working herself too hard. growing up with a doting older sister, julian had always wanted a younger sibling, but his parents never delivered on the request. he'd taken it upon himself to find one of his own, and had in cami. "this card doesn't swipe until i get a smile out of you." it's a fair trade, to him, at least. "and before you start arguing, remember, there's a double scoop with your name on it on the line here."

[supercutts]

          ❛  hey  —-  hi,  ❜    she  greets  the  other,  slightly  surprised  at  their  sudden  entrance  into  the  kitchen.  a  beat  as  she  lets  them  take  in  the  scene:  a  disheveled  but  good  -  spirited  quinn  frying  eggs  in  a  home  that  isn't  her  own.    ❛  sorry  ;  i  got  hungry,  so  i  started  cooking.    how  do  you  like  your  eggs  ?  ❜ @gcldensnflwr

[homelander-rp-blog]

Continue from here. @godstrayed

Attacking the White House was such a bad idea, how he got too cocky like this?! it was just a start for the company's downfall and soon, he had lost everything, the government changed to martial law after he killed Victoria.. only because he got paranoid, people becoming aggressive toward supes and everywhere around the country, they were hunting for people with V. blue V found a way in black marketing and it's why John is here, finally finding a clue after months living incognito between the people. oh, he's about to build the company from the zero with his bare hands. This asshole of course, the very responsible man selling, John has his doubt he's also making illegal version of V too, is one of scavengers named 'Negan' and John didn't hesitate to introduce himself, trying to scare the man to hand him the V like a good boy. He rolls his eyes "yeah, that was the worst thing I've ever done and it's why I'm here for.. I want to remedy the wound I left on this people by fixing all the mistakes and first thing I'm about to do is getting back the blue V out of street-trashes' hands like you" he knows it's not good place to get physical, considering the police force is after him too like hunting dogs but he'll use his powers if the man's determined on his stupidity.

[neverletyoufall]

"Jeez, I don't even wanna know how you got that battle wound there; sit down and let me fix it up, won't you?"

@swanprincessodette

"Ah--" He flinched slightly at the brush of fingers against the wound. "I got into a swordfight with a toad. I suppose I could have changed sizes and stepped on him… but it didn't seem sporting." Cornelius's natural form was around three inches tall, but the fae's magic was capable of making him human-sized, provided he was content to be earthbound. His wings wouldn't carry him at this size, and they faded into a lovely gold tattoo on his back.

"Thank you, Odette. That is kind of you." He sat, shrugging gently out of his jacket so she could attend to the injury. A swordfight didn't explain the nasty burn. He'd neglected to mention that the toad was fighting with a torch, not a sword, but he felt silly enough about it as it was. He'd never gotten along with toads after they kidnapped Thumbelina. It didn't matter that he'd found her and they'd parted friends. They'd still rubbed him the wrong way ever since.

[mutatedangels-a]

@hellfollowed spun the underused muse roulette! ** ...and got peyton! [ based on this plot - #1 ]

"Jesus Christ, you scared the bejeezus out of me."

Peyton's voice is muffled from the other side of the glass. Somehow, her bodyguard has weaseled their way into her game shop before opening hours. Only three keys exist—one wit her, a back-up at home, and a set with one of the managers. Maybe it's time for her to upgrade her security system.

She opens the door and brushes past the other, fully intent on giving them the cold shoulder. If it's not already obvious, she wholly disagrees with having a babysitter follow her around. "It's cool if you stay here all day," she says, turning on all the lights in the store, "but could you at least pretend to not be so scary? You'll scare my customers away."

[astrxealis]

good morning ^_^

[eikonshiva]

@phoenix-flamed s.c

"Your Grace?" The girl spoke timidly, her gaze wary to make eye contact with the man.

"When ....... when can I go back home? I ..miss my Mother..."

[fooleds]

closed for: @paramcur plot: this 🫶

"you know, i wasn't sure if you'd actually want to do this," seunggi offers a light laugh, clicking the down button over and over again to find one specific song. "i know you're busy these days, so i thought you were gonna tell me to fuck off for the next two weeks, or something." his lips curl into a teasing and amused little smile as his eyes flickered up to meet teddy's. it'd been a long time since they'd had a chance to get together— an issue of differing schedules and simply growing older, seunggi supposed— so he felt like he was chasing his friend a little bit. (though, it was possible that was just the embarrassment of thinking he was foolish for wanting to meet after so long.)

"do you mind if i pick your song? i've got one i've been reeeeally wanting to hear you sing." his eyes turn a little mischievous, but they're really raking with nerves. "for old times' sake."

[illctaffairs]

꒰ ꔫ ꒱ — closed starter⠀ft.⠀𝓵𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓱 ! ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀(⠀she/her,⠀early 20s,⠀artist⠀/⠀small business owner⠀)

⠀⠀⠀"⠀actually, it's not stealing if it was mine to begin with, which this hoodie was, so⠀!⠀it's free game, sorry⠀!⠀"

[belliautore]

starter call / @floraesky

" You're...not Shigeo. " Staring back at her were not the kind eyes partnered with the familiar timidity that was her friend's smile, but a HARSH glare that threatened to set her ablaze if it started too long ; there was no upturn of lips, but a SCOWLING visage that did not seem all too pleased to be face - to - face with her. " ...Who are you? I've seen flashes of this but...I know you're not him. "

[giventakes]

closed for @svcreds​ / based on this

don’t get him wrong— christian does entirely mind the prospect of returning to the same person over and over again for sex. it’s never been his cup of tea, really. it always feels a little too personal for anyone’s good, especially his own. so what keeps bringing him back here? 

well, good sex. great sex, even. and the fucking cutest pet cat he’s ever seen in his life.

“hey, little buddy,” he grins slightly as he crouches down, all intentions of, you know, leaving halting momentarily so he can scratch behind the hairball’s ears while he has the chance. “do you mind if i ask for their name? i feel rude not knowing after bumping into them so many times,” he snorts over his shoulder, poking at the little thing’s belly when his attention falls back to the cat. “i’m sorry i don’t know your name. i understand if you decide to pee in my shoes whenever i come back.”

[blackseye-moved]

. ˚  ✧    ⸻    𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑   :   @mytimed​   .ᐟ

              “hey. don’t worry. i'm fine staying here with you, we can watch your favorite tv shows, i can cook a meal—whatever you want. don’t force yourself to get up if you’re ill.”

[midncghts]

" i already told you no , why do you keep insisting ? " @whiskifever

[kisses4reid]

criminally hot | ·˚ ༘ spencer reid ,,

summary - you get wrongfully accused by a sheriff, and it isn’t you who’s angriest. it’s your boyfriend who has to expose your relationship in order to clear you.

genre - spencer x bau!fem!reader, fluff, slight angst if u squint, angry reid x calm reader

wc - 1.2k

warnings - reader uses she/her pronouns, handcuffs, violence, a weird white man i know id be fucking scared as well, oh swearing as well.

a/n - i love u you’re so awkward i am doing so well bc of ur request, keep requesting things your brain is crazy. ummm anyways this is my first time writing this kinda thing omg how exciting okay start reading it wtf you still doing here?

request - ( from @babyoureahauntedhouse ) omg hii!!! :3 this is my first time requesting, so please excuse the awkwardness 😭😭😭😭 first of all, how are you????? i hope you’re doing amazing!!! absolutely no pressure, but can you do one where reader gets falsely arrested (not a huge thing, maybe in a police station at a small town or something) and spencer absolutely **loses** his shit at how she’s being treated????? like, she’s freezing and the sheriff or somethjng keeps pushing her and then he just bursts into the interrogation room and uncuffs her and it’s just very fluffy???? thank you!

Emily handed you your coffee with a smile, receiving a small thank you in return. It was warm in your hands and created a comforting contrast to the cool chill of the police precinct you were set up in.

Things were going well given that you’d only been in the small town for half a day. The team debriefed on the plane, but Aaron had been on the phone with the leading detective for at least an hour now asking him where he was.

Emily headed off to the restrooms when a slender hand made its way to your waist. You turned and felt your cheeks heat, knowing exactly who is was.

“Hi Spencer.”

“Hi Y/n.” His eyes held sweetness in the chocolate swirls, and you felt like a kid who had been given candy. Spencer and you had been dating for a few months, but somehow in a team of profilers you both kept things under wraps, even with Spencer’s clumsy touches and your lingering stares. “I wish we were home,” he whispered.

You glanced around for anyone who could witness your interaction and get suspicious, but you were mostly alone other than Hotch and some officers who were weirdly taking a lot of attention to you.

“Yeah me too. I’m feeling oddly popular and not in the good way.”

Before you could talk more or offer him a sip of your coffee (even if you know he doesn’t like it), Aaron calls his name and the slim tall boy scurries away with a straight face.

You turn to find something to do. To reread a case, to help someone fill out papers, to talk to Morgan or Garcia. You would’ve opted to huddling in your cardigan if a tall man didn’t interrupt.

“Y/n L/n?” He asked in monotone. His arms were at his sides, one hovering above a pair of cuffs that hung from his police belt. Furrowing your eyebrows you answered,

“Yes? What’s wrong?”

“You’re under arrest for the robberies of…”

His voice pounded into the background of your head, thoughts attacking your eyes through a sudden headache as the words registered before you could help it. The room was silent except for the man’s voice, yet all you could hear was the furrow of eyebrows and quick approach of your boss, Aaron Hotchner.

“What’s going on here?”

“Your agent has been seen…”

You stood still as another officer came behind you and forced handcuffs onto your arms, gripping your wrists with unnecessary force that would surely leave bruises. You winced and looked between your boss and the officer, and then at Spencer, who was being pulled back by Morgan. He yelled your name in worry, witnessing the hardened grips on your body and rough pushing you were being subject to. Your coffee splattered on the ground, staining your white shoes.

There was only mumbles and white noise, as your eyes met with Spencer’s. The large officer behind you kicked your leg to get you moving, the shock glueing your shoes to the rubbery floor. And you almost didn’t even notice the hand on the back of your neck pushing you towards a dark room with a desk and two chairs.

You were so familiar with these rooms and yet it felt so different.

Of course, you didn’t actually do anything. And of course you attempt to clear that up to the officers who are slamming their hands on the table and screaming as much as they could, in a poor attempt to intimidate you.

Aaron was in the corner with a scolding face and hard hand to his chin, observing the situation with an intensity you barely ever see.

“Last month, you were seen at one of the houses that got robbed over night. You left a few days later, after also being seen at two of the other houses-“

“So she was seen at three of the ten houses robbed and you arrest her?” Aaron spoke up, bringing the men’s attention to your boss instead of you. You took the opportunity to look outside of the window.

Though it wasn’t clear, you could make out the outline of a tall boy you wished would just break into the room and save you.

And he did.

“Your evidence is illogical and childish. She’s an FBI agent for gods sake-“

“Anybody can be a suspect Agent Hotchner, even federal agents.” The tall one replied with a stubborn mumbled.

Suddenly, the door was slammed open and you were met with a disheveled Spencer panting with a red and severe face. He didn’t even bother looking at you before he starting schooling the men in blue, who at that point were glaring at him and attempting to look more intimidating than they actually were.

“I’ve read your files on this case and nothing links to Y/n L/n, not one-“

“There’s no way you read our-“

“I can read more in a minute than you can in a day, dickhead. Y/n was meeting old school friends when she was in town, we went to the Diner Inn afterwards and we met with her parents who have receipts for the meals because they’re-“ he turned his glance at you,” “sorry Y/n- they’re hoarders. You have nothing against her other than some positively reported visits and some photos of her hugging the house owners.” Spencer had slowly pinned the officers to the opposite wall unconsciously. It was hot. “I was there, I’m her receipt. And like her parents, she loves keeping those. So if you want to insist she’s your culprit, go for it. But your going against a man with eidetic memory and a lot of evidence.”

And while he was logical and correct, he was also a little too truthful.

The officers blinked in fear. Spencer definitely didn’t seem the type to yell or swear, so this clear, concise and undermining approach to the situation was somehow even scarier.

“Spencer,” you began, “thank you.”

He looked at you, his expression softening into empathy and care, “Of course.” His hands found a key in his back pocket as he approached you, starting to promptly uncuff you.

As Aaron continued to speak with the officers of their major mistake, Spencer took you outside of the room and into a private office. Your heart was racing, but it seemed Spencer was more stressed than you. He paced as you leaned onto the front of a wooden desk, hands over your chest as your eyes trailed Spencer.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I should’ve reacted faster, then you wouldn’t have been..” He stopped closely in front of you, his breath hot on yours as his gaze scoured over your body for injuries or bruises. “Are you okay?”

You smile calmly, “I’m fine. My leg hurts, and I think my wrists will be bruised, but I’m fine.”

He took your hands and rubbed his thumbs on your wrists carefully, causing butterflies to explode in your stomach.

“Thank you Spencer.” Your eyes dance with each others. “You were really hot. Maybe I need to get arrested more often.” You joke with a lift to your voice and a smirk, causing him to look down with a smile and shake his head.

“If being angry makes me hot maybe you should reevaluate what you-“

Your lips found his, you hand going to his bicep and his going to the back of your neck, before a clearing of the throat took you both out of your trances. It was Hotch.

“I’ve got some paperwork you both need to sign. About the arrest and,” his hand waved between you two, “this.”

Morgan stood behind Aaron with a smirk, leaving quickly to go tell Garcia that she had lost their bet.

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[finclgicls]

muse  ៸  lola atkins, mid-thirties, homicide detective — plot  ៸   this one — for  ៸ any of your muses.

lola forcefully batted the other person's hand away. she had always been a self-reliant person, and she had no intention of changing that now. despite their current situation, holed up in a hideout with little chance of immediate escape, she was determined to deal with her injuries on her own. though she despised the circumstances they were in, the danger they faced left her no choice.

as she examined her wound, lola couldn't remember the last time she had taken such a hit. her stomach bore the evidence of the attack, but she was too strong-willed to let any pain bring her to tears. the application of peroxide elicited a hiss of discomfort, prompting her to curse her entire family and the moment she had chosen her dangerous occupation. "fuck," she muttered, pressing the cloth against the wound to ease the stinging sensation. when she glanced up and met their gaze, defiance flashed in her eyes. "don't give me that look," she said firmly. "i told you i didn't need your help, didn't i? and i meant it."

@luminxuswriter