#i was so surprised when i saw it on his profile!!! :O

[merakiui]

after four years of hoping to one day share a birthday with a genshin character, kinich has answered my wishes. ( ๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و ♡

[churipu]

Ipinnn hear me out. Gojo sees his gf reader (who is stoic, a typical intj lol) saved his contact on her phone as "pretty boy". Note: reader never calls him any petname. Not even babe. Please your take on this😗😗 this thought has been plaguing my mind.

An intj char>> Wednesday Addams

𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗬 𝗕𝗢𝗬 𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦 !

────── 𝕴 . featuring. gojo satoru x fem! reader

────── 𝕴 . warnings. nothing, happy reading :)

note. hi hi nonnie, i'm so so so so sorry for the late update on your ask. i know you had a follow up ask and told me that this isn't a request, but i really wanted to write one for gojo because, honestly, gojo, brainrot. yes. anyways, i hope you enjoy this <3

"baby, can i please borrow your phone? i need to ring nanami for a mission," gojo poked your cheek — a couple of times at that, his blindfold holding back his white locks like a bandana, "i forgot to charge mine last night, please please?"

you cocked your head to the side where your phone laid right by your thigh, "password's your birthday."

gojo almost choked on his own saliva at the sound of his own birthday being your phone's password. a small device that's somehow supposed to be your safe sanctuary. considering how you don't have the sweetest tongue, this was a big honor for him.

he dived right beside you, clicking his birthday into the password engine and like you said — it unlocked the phone. gojo spared you a glance, "'ts really my birthday? your password's my birthday?"

humming in agreement, you then felt his lips land on your cheek. grazing your skin gently, "i thought you knew?"

gojo shook his head, "i didn't, but now i do!"

the man respects your privacy like you respected his, and so like his earlier words — he placed the phone to his ear after clicking in various numbers. it took him a while to start speaking, specifically after the third try.

you just knew nanami was ignoring his calls.

gojo began scolding, supposedly nanami who was on the other line regarding his late actions in picking up the call (which was not a rare occurrence at all) — but dived back in the topic pretty quickly, mentioning a mission a couple of times along with the name of itadori yuuji, whom you vividly recognized as sukuna's vessel.

your boyfriend then ended the call after cheerfully marveling out a goodbye. and just then, like something dawned upon you, your eyes traveled to him, "can you help me send a message to you."

gojo raises his brow in apparent confusion, but he nodded anyways, "to me? about what? why don't you just say it to me now, baby? 'm right here, why do you have to send me a message?"

"because there are a lot of things i want to ask for the next time you go on a mission," you mutter.

he tapped on your phone screen a couple of times, eyebrows furrowing deeply, "baby, why aren't i in your messages? did you block me?" his heart dropped to his stomach when he showed you the phone screen.

you wondered why he never bothered on checking the various profile pictures that sat inside a small sphere right beside their respectable contact names — sighing, you grabbed your phone and showed him the screen again, "what do you mean? you're pinned, right there," you pointed your index finger towards the message at the very top.

gojo blinked his cerulean blue eyes vigorously, eyeing the contact. my pretty boy. with a red heart emoji he never saw you use along your messages to anyone, not even him.

but there his contact sat on the very top, with a nickname, and an emoji. his mouth formed a little 'o' and he looks at you, "you named me your pretty boy?" his voice came out delicate, as if he was still washed over in surprise.

nodding your head, gojo slipped himself into your embrace, leaning his head into the space in between your neck and shoulder blade. his soft breaths hitting your skin, "satoru?"

"'m so happy, i could die." he dramatically whispers, "i'm pinned, you gave me a nickname, and then a red heart emoji? baby, do you know how happy that makes me?"

he slightly pulls back from you, staring into your eyes as you slowly shake your head, wondering what has gotten into him this time.

"did you really think i'd name anyone else that when you're my boyfriend, 'toru?" you questioned him, poking his cheek, "you didn't even question about my pinned message too."

gojo leaned his forehead towards yours, "what can i say? it's not like you could cheat on someone like me, 'm too charming," he teases you with a small smile before pressing a quick kiss to the tip of your nose, resulting in you scrunching it up slightly.

"whatever you say," you tell him, "what i was going to tell you is that — could you bring me back a lot of kikufuku next time? you ate everything last time and i didn't get any."

he chuckles, "anything for you, and yes you did get a lot."

"if one piece out of twelve is a lot, then i'm sorry for being dramatic," gojo laughs softly at the sight of how serious you looked while saying the said statement, "why're you laughing?"

he shook his head, "you're just too cute."

"can you send the message now so you won't forget the next time? and pin it, please. i really want them," gojo tangled his slender fingers in your hair, brushing them back.

"baby, i could get them for you right now, you know that?"

"i know, but you seemed very busy today so i could wait until you finish a mission," you mumbled, hand on his arm, rubbing them up and down his skin, "didn't want to bother you today."

gojo frowns a bit, "you're never a bother, say it. come on, say it."

you eye him oddly, "say what?"

"that you want me to go get you some kikufuku, three box, six box, ten, a hundred, you name me a number and i'll get them for you right now." he cooed — he brushed his lips against the side of your face, "come on, 'm waiting."

breaking a ghost of a smile, you nod, "i want them now, two box. one for you and one for me," raising up two fingers.

gojo nodded, "two box it is, pretty boy express coming through," he finally pecked your lips delightfully.

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[blqstar]

main mha boys finding out their s/o’s tiktok famous

↳ featuring ; midoriya, bakugou, shoto

content warning: black reader, fluff, a lil bit of crack too, mention on y/n’s big booty and boobies 😏, profanity + slurs, not proofread (as always tbh lmao)

note: i literally just came up with this on the spot, i was so busy daydreaming, thinking about this lmao. y’all i promise a oneshot finna come out, im def a d1 procrastinator lolll

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 — izuku midoriya !

deku honestly isn’t the person to be on social media that much. really because he’s out training most of the time

but every time he gets the chance, he comes across videos of you

and when i say every time, i mean every single time lmao

edits, little clips of you from your original tiktok, even your own tiktoks you make.

baby, when he sees you in that video, in them lil black shorts and crop top

y’all his ass is DROOLING

he’s honestly a little flabbergasted but at the same time, he’s not. he knows his princess is absolutely drop dead gorgeous so it’s really no surprise that you would go viral.

he ends up following you after a while and decides to ask you about it, assuming that you didn’t know about it yourself

“hey , bunny , did you know you’ve been going viral lately ?”

“yeah , you ain’t know ? i’m surprised you didn’t know before , zuku-poo “

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ — katsuki bakugou !

i feel kats ain’t a person to have social media, so he shol don’t have no damn tiktok🧍🏽‍♀️

“wtf is tiktak ?”

“kats , it’s tiktok .”

“whatever the fuck it’s called, i ain’t gettin’ that shit .”

with some persistence and a little bit of ‘pretty girl’ charm, he puts it on his phone (he be lyin like a mug lmao)

one particular day where he’s a lil bored, he decides to go on tiktok for the one time

and the first vid on his fyp is…you?

wtf??

he watches you lip sing a song wearing his color in a orange sundress, accentuating your butt and boobs

how many times he’s watched it? yes.

nigga has turned into an all out simp

after he’s looked, he goes through your comments and sees tons of guys simping for you too.

nigga’s boiling now

“HEY , WTF BABE ? TAKE THIS SHIT DOWN !”

“how about…no .”

“DON’T TELL ME NO , YOU WEIRDO !”

this man is an actual diva sometimes lmaoo

⋆⁺₊❅. — shoto todoroki !

like deku, he isn’t much of the type to have social media.

not just because of training but because he’s not really interested in those types of things. especially tiktok

but once he heard you talking about it to him the day before, he went to see what it was all about. (mans is obsessed w u like anything u talk abt he wants to know about lol)

and first thing he saw was you in a little black sundress and recording yourself in the mirror, showing off your figure

baby boy blushed (hes so cute)

he went through multiple clips and edits of you, even going through your profile and watching your videos.

during this, you were caught in the midst of it, watching his phone from behind

“babe~ , are you stalking my videos ?”

“yeah ofc , you look so gorgeous . send me the vids before you post next time . wanna be the first one to see ‘em .”

[cumikering]

Keegan Russ x reader

3.5k | fluff, second chance, childhood friends

You matched with Keegan on Tinder

@glitterypirateduck’s holiday challenge, inspired by I Don’t Do Drugs by Doja Cat

“No way.” You shook your head. “Not Keegan goddamn Russ.” You chuckled as you stared at his profile.

It had been over 15 years since you saw him last. His teeth might have been straight, bowl cut replaced by a far more fitting fade cut, but his sharp blue eyes and easy smile remained. They were unmistakable.

This dude hadn’t crossed your mind in years, but you were pleasantly surprised to see he’d grown to be a tall and athletic Marine. You hated to admit that he got hot, even that not having a stupid haircut wasn’t a very high bar to begin with.

You zeroed in on his smile again. He was attractive and he knew it. He couldn’t have been there for anything serious.

You laughed to yourself. “What the hell,” you said and swiped right on him.

At the other end of town, Keegan laid in bed, swiping mindlessly on his phone.  Left… Left… Oh!? … Yeah, another left… Until his hand froze when he saw your card.

“Goddamn,” he muttered as he rolled to his side, clutching his phone. Where the hell were you all this time?

He took his time ogling your photos. The first one was a full body picture, your figure on display in your tight jeans. The second was a selfie, your eyes bright, donning a brilliant smile and glossy lips. The last two were group photos. He loved your style – comfortable yet tasteful. Your genuine laughter and the twinkle in your eye as you sat among your friends mesmerised him.

Okay, so you were the life of the party.

Keegan often worried about not having enough to say and preferred chattier dates who’d lead the conversation. Evidently, he didn’t have to worry about that with you…  Because you probably wouldn’t even look at him twice. With looks like that, you could have anyone.

He lied on his back and gawked at your selfie again, biting his lip.

“What the hell,” he said to himself and swiped right.

He nearly dropped his phone on his face when it chimed right away. It’s a match! He gasped.

He stared at the empty chat window, fingers drumming on his thigh as he contemplated what to say. He wished he had more game.

After a minute, he settled with a simple Hi, hope you’re doing alright :) are you from the area?

You seemed a little quiet the first day of texting, but he’d expected that, a usual occurrence in his endeavour. Keegan didn’t relent, coming up with discussions, although some he had to admit were rather lame. Soon, you asked him specific questions about himself, allowing the conversation to pour throughout the days. He stopped thinking too hard when replying.

As it turned out, you were from the same hometown. You went to different high schools, but had a few mutual friends, although none he knew anymore. He barely kept in contact with anyone back home safe for the handful of his close high school friends.

Now that he reached for his phone far more often on base, grinning at that, it took no time for people to notice the newfound habit.

“We need to tell command someone’s hardly working.” Ajax nudged Kick, nodding at Keegan at the far end of the rec room. “He keeps looking at that one selfie.”

He chuckled. “If it’s too good to be true, it probably is. Don’t get catfished, bro.”

“Or ghosted.” Ajax roared in laughter. He had no business sounding so proud of his pun.

Keegan’s eyes narrowed at them before looking back down at his phone. He wasn’t going to let his buddies stop him from sending you the What kind of bread are you? quiz.

At night, it’d also become a routine to text. He didn’t want to get ahead of himself, but it grew to be the highlight of his day. He could unwind and laugh with you without having to wait long to have you text back. His bed felt less empty, a little less cold.

“I’d really like to meet you. You’re wonderful,” he said longingly at his phone.

He knew he wanted to after the third day, but didn’t initiate a date in fear of moving too fast and appalling you. But after over a week, with his next deployment inching closer, he’d grown impatient and a bit mad at himself for overthinking the matter. He didn’t remember asking anyone on a date being that unnerving.

Unprompted, your name flashed across his screen, sending his heart racing. Keegan sat up and cleared his throat before answering.

“Hey,” he said with as much smoothness as he could muster.

“Hi, Keegan.”

He could hear the smile in your voice, and he prayed he had even a fraction of the effect you had on him, on you.

“I was wondering if you’re into soccer?”

His brows furrowed. Hell no, he wasn’t at all.

“You want to watch the World Cup screening with me Saturday night?”

But for you? Well for you, he was the biggest fan in town.

“Sure,” he answered immediately. He couldn’t believe his ears. Was it Christmas already?

“For dinner, there’s a taco truck I like near the sports bar, if you’d like to try.”

He tried not to smile too much, but he was failing miserably. He was two seconds away from puking out the butterflies in his stomach.

“Sounds great,” he breathed. “I’m looking forward to meeting you.”

“Me too.” Your easy voice calmed him.

Kick’s comment crossed his mind. He stilled for a moment and decided he didn’t care what you looked like. The little of you he got to know the past week was enough to get him hooked.

“Well, I only wanted to ask that. I’m going to bed.”

“So soon?”

You let out a small laugh. Oh, he wanted to stay on the phone all night.

“Talk to you again tomorrow, okay? Send me more quizzes.”

After you hung up, he bit down a silly grin as he pulled up your photos again.

The following night, struck with a sudden burst of confidence, Keegan called when you were both in bed. He’d expected the pauses on his end (which was why he always preferred texting), but you didn’t seem to mind. At least he knew you weren’t opposed to talking to him. You stayed on the line for half an hour, your laughter lulled his reeling mind.

Saturday couldn’t have come sooner. He’d shaved that morning and put on some cologne before taking way too long to pick an outfit. He hoped it didn’t look like he was trying too hard.

You declined his offer to pick you up. He didn’t take it personally - he was a patient man after all. But when he’d arrived a little too early, he started to lose his cool the longer he leaned on the streetlamp.

He had to do a double take when he caught sight of you walking towards him. Oh, look at the way you lit up, your smile the same brilliant one like in your photos. You were in those delightful jeans again, your hair bouncing to your steps. He straightened up and met you halfway.

“Hi,” you said when you got to him.

“Hey.” His smile didn’t waver. “You look great.”

You took the words out of his lips, the words that he already had so few of. This was the opposite of catfish because you were far prettier in real life. He needed you to hold his hand because he wasn’t going to look where he was going.

He couldn’t wait to brag to Kick and Ajax.

You looked up at him, eyes bright. “Thank you. You look nice yourself.”

He followed you to join the short queue. He stole a glance as you ordered.

“I’ll have what she’s having,” he said to the cook, giving your hand a gentle nudge when you tried to pay.

First skin contact. Innocent enough.

But why did it get so warm all of a sudden? He hoped he wasn’t sweating. Fuck, he didn’t know what to do with his hands. Should he shove them in his pockets? How close was the acceptable distance to stand next to you?

Well, he certainly stood close enough for you to catch a faint waft of his cologne.

You meant it when you said he looked good. He wore a light jacket over a black shirt, light washed jeans and sneakers. His jet black hair was styled, a little longer than in his photos. The way he stood with his hands in his pockets accentuated his build, his watch a nice touch.

Sure, curiosity got you at first. It quickly came to light that he didn’t recognise you – granted you used a nickname – but you found it amusing nonetheless. You didn’t even mean it to get that far but after talking to him, you couldn’t help but want more.

Dating was always daunting; putting your heart on the line like that rendered you vulnerable. It wasn’t that he didn’t reciprocate – his company was delightful, but whatever you had between you felt stagnant. You thought your initial assumption was right: he wasn’t looking for anything more. Was this a mistake after all?

You sat on the bench nearby, the drinks between you. You took two bites before you stalled.

Your face twisted. “Why’s this hot?”

“Is it? Mine isn’t at all.”

“It is ridiculously hot.” You blinked the tears away.

“Can’t be. Let me try.”

You handed him the taco, instead he grabbed your wrist and leaned in for a bite.

He gave you an amused smile. “It’s not hot at all. Here, I’ll have yours.”

By now, a few drops of sweat had broken out of your forehead. You didn’t question it when he swapped the paper plates on your thighs and took a huge bite.

It wasn’t supposed to be hot! This was so uncool, at your first meeting at that. Your gaze trained on the ground as you took a small bite of his which actually tasted normal. When you looked up, it was his turn to frown.

“Wait. It is.” He put the taco down. ”It is hot.”

“I told you!”

“Oh God. Oh shit,” he hissed, scrambling for his drink. “Why is it so hot?”

You stifled a giggle. “They must have put the wrong sauce in mine, because yours tastes fine.”

“My tongue had never known such pain. What the hell is in this thing?” He continued gulping down his drink. “Oh no, it’s getting worse.” He sniffled before shoving the last half into his mouth.

“You know you don’t have to eat it, right?” You busted into laughter as he chew with all his might. “Why would you do that to yourself?”

His brows knitted, the agony in his watery eyes as clear as day. You handed him a serviette.

“That’s inhumane, but I’m a man of my word,” he said between hisses, wiping at his forehead. “My mouth is on fire. I need to inhale fire extinguisher.”

You could only offer him your drink which he gladly chugged. Still giggling, you finished your meal before making your way to the bar.

“I’m sorry, that was really embarrassing.” He grimaced through his drying tears, forehead still damp. “But at least you’re laughing. I like it when you laugh.”

You wanted to kiss him right then.

Keegan was the first man to make you willingly lose sleep in a long time, but his inaction didn’t sit right with you. Self-doubt inevitably crept up - maybe you simply weren’t his type, but you were too hooked to not at least shoot your shot despite your mounting fear of rejection. Your heart lodged in your throat when you called him that night.

Oh but his voice was so calm and soothing, and what for? He got you hanging onto every word - some straight up sounded like he was purring. Like now, he had to lean in closer and closer to talk over the noise as the bar continued to fill up. The deep rumble of his laughter so close in your ear got you biting your lip.

You didn’t want to like him so much, but here you were smiling non-stop the past hour. He’d taken his jacket off, his sturdy arms on display as he lied back. Now that was the highlight of his outfit. It didn’t help that he kept looking at you like that either; blue eyes piercing, brows striking with a cool smile.

It was unfair how effortlessly charming he was, like it was simply an unfortunate by product of being Keegan Russ, like he didn’t even mean it.

Well, evidently, Keegan was literally sweating about the humiliating incident. He sincerely hoped you wouldn’t excuse yourself to the bathroom to stand him up, but the smile hadn’t left your pretty face ever since. That was a good sign right?

Halfway into the first half, he extended his arm along the back of your seat, eyes still on the screen pretending to not notice the way your lips curled in amusement. You dragged your chair against his, thighs touching now. His fist clenched when you placed your hand on his knee.

He was secretly glad this was your first date – if he could even call it that. At least there was no pressure to keep making conversation and he could focus on your company, which he thoroughly enjoyed thus far. Was wrapping his arm around your waist an appropriate next move? He itched to be closer.

“How long have you been on Tinder?” You turned to him during halftime.

“A few months now.”

“Any luck?”

He looked away, shaking his head. “I don’t get a lot of matches, and when I do - even after many weeks of talking… Well as it turned out, people just aren’t very interested in dating long distance.”

When his eyes flicked up and met your sympathetic look, he wondered if he shouldn’t have been so honest.

“You? Any luck so far?” he asked quickly.

“I went on a few dates with someone who looked an awful lot like my first crush.” You let out a small laugh. “But that’s all. It didn’t work out.”

A speck of jealousy flickered in his chest. “Tell me about him. Your first crush.”

“Well, I was a late bloomer. It was in high school, he was a sophomore when I was a freshman.”

“Handsome dude?”

“Yes, but I actually never spoke to him.” You tilted your head and smiled. “Well, I did once, kind of. I don’t know what possessed me, but one day I walked up to him and gave him a bar of chocolate. He said thanks, and that was it.”

You looked over him. The crowd had started to move towards the bar

“I’ll get us more drinks before the wait gets too long.” You stood up.

Keegan perked up; he wasn’t going to miss his chance. When you came back, he’d mustered all his courage to tug on your wrist in the direction of his parted thighs. There was a glint in your eye as you indulged and he snaked his arm behind you, hand on his knee. You had a playful smile on your lips when you moved it to your waist and wrapped your arm around his neck.

He leaned onto your shoulder, his chest pressing against your side. He watched the way your eyes transfixed on the screen, how your glass would freeze against your lower lip at times. He couldn’t help smiling when you tensed up whenever someone got close to scoring a goal. His other arm wrapped around your waist.

He hadn’t taken his eyes off you when the bar erupted in cheers. You turned to him with a proud grin. Oh, your lips were just right there. He wasn’t going to survive the night.

Your favourite team won and you left the bar beaming. You were glad he offered to walk you home because you still wanted his presence. Your fingers curled around his forearm.

“I didn’t get to ask about your first crush.”

He chuckled to himself. “We were in fifth grade.”

“You ever told her?”

He shook his head. “She hated me. My friends used to tease her about her weight. I didn’t join in but I hung around anyway. I guess when you’re young you do dumb things to fall in.”

You remembered the raucous boys he hung out with.

“Over the summer, I convinced myself to finally say something, but she’d moved away.”

Had he not looked at where you were going, he’d have seen the shock on your face. Your heart skipped a beat. Is he talking about me?

“What was she like?”

“My memory’s fuzzy now, but she had two other girlfriends they teased too but she always stood up for them. Oh, was sassy too.” He smiled. “I used to stand around to overhear her jokes. If I laughed along, she’d stare me down until I left.”

You laughed, too hard for someone who supposedly wasn’t involved in the story. You remembered that too, the way prepubescent Keegan Russ and his dumb bowl cut scrambled away when you gave him bombastic side eye.

You couldn’t believe it. He had a crush on you?

“I think had I spoken up, we’d have been good friends.” He glanced at you with a smile. “You know, when I heard she’d moved away, I came home crying and my mum smacked me upside the head. Told me not to hang around with the shithead boys anymore.”

You stopped in your tracks and took your hand off his arm. “You really don’t recognise me?”

He turned to you, brows furrowed. “What?”

“You used to paste Superman stickers on my Barbie backpack.”

Keegan’s eyes widened. He turned away, a hand over his face, laughing out of pain. No fucking way. He wanted to disappear.

You chuckled. “A new one whenever I managed to peel the previous one off. Said they were boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“Shit, I’m so sorry. I don’t recognise you at all.” He lowered his hand. “But you don’t even have the same name?”

“It’s the internet. You’re the weird one for using your real name.”

His brows rose. “You knew it was me all along?”

“Right away.”

“And you didn’t say anything?” He shook his head. “That’s just mean.”

“Was wondering if you remembered, but we were kids. I’m not surprised you didn’t recognise me or forgot.”

The corner of his lips pulled. “Well, I didn’t forget.” And probably won’t. You haven’t left my mind the past week.

And that voice was back, of course. He definitely knew what he was doing, and still you couldn’t get enough.

“Wait, no. Is this it?” He frowned. “Did you talk to me the entire time- meet me just for this?”

“No! No. I wanted to see you.” The edge in his voice stung more than you expected. “I… I didn’t think you’d even want to, because you didn’t make a move.”

His cold eyes searched yours, making your heart ache. If only he knew how much he made you smile, how many times a day you wished he’d replied when you checked your phone. You never wanted to see that pain in his face again.

“Please don’t lead me on,” he finally said, his gaze softening. “Not when you know you don’t want this.”

You wanted to hold him. “I promise I won’t. I know it’s early to say, but I want to try.”

He took a small step towards you. “Are you sure you like me?”

Suddenly he was once again the young Keegan who couldn’t meet your eyes, asking if you wanted to share the last of his favourite chocolate with him.

“Are you?”

“Positive.” His icy blues were back on you. You saw the wary hopefulness in them.

You closed the gap, arms wrapping around his waist. You let out a small sigh as your head rested on his shoulder.

“May I see you again?” He pulled you closer, his voice lighter now. “I want to go on a date. A real one, with my first crush with the death stare.”

You laughed against his neck.

Keegan hated getting ahead of himself, not knowing how many more times his hopes could be shattered before the shards got to small to meet again. But as he held you, he let his mind drift, just a little further, just this time.

With his eyes closed, he thought that maybe in the future - perhaps soon enough, someone would be waiting at the base to welcome him back with a smile and an embrace just like this.

More Keegan: fake dating, werewolf AU

A/N: I think the song represents the uncertainty in the initial stages of falling, when you keep trying to swallow the hopefulness, cautious of each other’s intentions as to not get hurt. It takes bravery handing your heart over to a stranger, unsure if they’ll just stomp on your feelings or be the best thing ever.

@sofasoap @b1rds3ye @macravishedbymactavish @shadofireshinobi @two-gh0sts

[thesunshinebunny]

Hey, can you do TWST form leaders crushing on/having a s/o with fairy wings please? (Fem or Gender Neutral)

Yes, yes, yes, I know, I'm super late. A lot of things happened and a lot more is still happening, but finally…FINALLY, I'm writing for you again. I hope that, after so much time, this hc is to your liking. Have a nice night.

Riddle

Throughout his childhood, Riddle didn't have the chance to meet many people, much less people with animal features Meeting Chanyan and being in Night Raven for two years, his perspective on human features changed completely.

And at no time did anything racist cross his mind.

Even so, seeing you in your ceremonial robe, with large holes in the back, instead of the hood and pants that he was so used to seeing, was a complete surprise.

If by chance you were to be chosen for Heartslabyul, Riddle would personally take care of arranging your room to your needs, including your uniform. Unfortunately it wast'n the case, for you being sent to Ramshackle, but that virtue of yours wouldn't be monopolized by dust and dirt.

Your visits to his dorm never go unnoticed. The sunlight coming into contact with your wings always creates a beautiful rainbow, even light effects, on the walls or around you.

It's like you have a multi-colored halo following you around wherever you go.

The animals also, for some reason, love to be on your lap. Your sensitive hands, your wings moving in the air, coiled in warm sunlight…

Riddle was fascinated.

You really did look like a fairy… a beautiful garden fairy, straight out of a fairy tale.

And then we can see Riddle's heart start to beat even faster, making his cheeks blush in the process.

Leona

A person with animal features…what a suprise. Although it was unusual to find someone with wings instead of ears and a tail; he also assumed that you were one of that species of bird.

It wasn't until he saw you in the botanical garden, next to a small fountain, surrounded by multiple flowers and plants, that he could see your wings more closely.

They had no feathers, they were transparent.

Anyway… an anomaly or something like that. Nothing that would prevent him from taking his daily nap.

But that was the problem, he couldn't, since the light that filtered through the glass of the botanical garden made your wings radiate and reflected those same rays, causing some to hit his eyes.

It wasn't until he opened his eyes furiously that Leona saw a multicolored aura on your back, accompanied by small flashes of light, as if it were stardust.

“An angel"... was what escaped from his lips, agape, seeing you turn towards him, letting your hair delicately run along the profile of your neck, and a smile formed on your face to greet him.

Leona from now on likes to take his naps with you, allowing himself to be lulled by your non-stop chatter about your land, while he watches your wings flutter delicately, even fragilely.

He is extremely protective of you, not allowing you to visit his dorm since he doesn't trust the strength, or in this case, kindness of his dorm mates… It isn't a dorm that is characterized by being precisely gentle and soft in its touch.

But Leona is. And he loves to feel and run through the multiple bifurcations that your wings have on the tips of his fingers. He loves to feel the small breeze the small movement of your wings generates when you are resting.

And above all, he loves to see your wings relaxed on your bare back first thing in the morning.

Azul

What a beautiful and peculiar sight, something new to investigate. Even manipulate. It's not every day you see a fairy at school.

Let's agree that Azul was one of the few people who remembered that Malleus was half fairy, and that… after countless failed attempts to ask and experience his race, your figure appearing through the doors of the Monstro Lounge was like a sign directly from heaven.

Obviously you weren't there for Azul, no. You had entered simply and plainly to see the multiple aquatic creatures that had been mentioned to you on the surface, but you were unable to see them from so close. So, what better place to have an excursion to the sea than the very dorm that housed those very creatures.

Azul, seeing he was being ignored over a common fish, was about to kick you out of the lounge, with the excuse of “no drink, no show”

And he was close, ohhh, he was so close…but when his eyes saw your transparent wings and the way the water distorted even more over them, how your wings generated small rays of sunlight that created paths for the fish and other creatures…he was simply enchanted.

VIP access for the rest of the year.

Azul is always inventing some excuses to go see you. “I brought you a potions book, maybe they will help you for the next exam.” “Jade baked a couple of cookies and asked me to bring them to you.” “I saw you liked a creature from our fish tank, so I brought it to you in a medium-sized one so you can admire it as long as you want.”

“I want to draw your wings” It wasn't the excuse he had planned for this day. His mouth betrayed him when he saw you in a dress characteristic of your lands. You looked so… beautiful.

“Sure, let me open the window to let in some light and sit on the couch.”

He nearly had a heart attack when you sat so delicately on the tangled couch, your ensemble lighting up the whole room.

Gods, Azul was in love with that light you emanated.

Kalim

“When you fly, do you loose fairy dust?” was the first thing Kalim said when he saw you in the ceremonial robe in front of the mirror.

He was ready to take you to Scarabia immediately and leave you under the sun to admire those huge, shiny wings. His disappointment was no less when he heard you're going to Ramshackle.

But that didn't stop him from visiting you, he even spent hours in your dorm next to you, admiring and tracing lines on your wings, tickling you and laughing under your breath.

One day Jamil had to come and take him out by the ears since he was neglecting his duty as dorm leader.

Kalim walked out the door with a face of a wet dog, he even almost started crying. Being away from your wings, from you, broke his heart.

He always found a way to sit next to you in class, he even went into classes that didn't apply to him, just to see you. And obviously he got a hard time from the teachers.

One night, Kalim invited you to a party at his dorm, preparing a grand banquet, a grand decoration, asking his dorm mates to wear their best robes.

And speaking of clothes, Kalim even prepared a change of clothes for you, if you were comfortable with that, obviously. He wasn't going to force you to wear something you felt uncomfortable or unpleasant in.

His face lit up when you told him it was no problem, that you loved to wear multiple and colorful clothes. The bigger your closet, the better.

And his face lit up even more when he saw you descending the stairs in his traditional red and white hindu outfit, adorned with the finest rubies and gold medallions. A bit ostentatious for your taste, but of an exquisite and soft finesse.

But the greatest ornament you wore was not the jewelry, nor the small and half headband that circled from the middle of your forehead back; but your smile. That ear-to-ear smile that he loved to admire so much.

The intention of the evening was to get you dancing, to make you spin to the tune of cheerful music, even to chat for hours. But Kalim was only interested in one thing. And that was the way the starting of your wings was delicately embraced by the soft fabric of the sari.

Vil

“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the most beautiful creature in the school?”

It was no surprise for Vil to see his reflection on his huge magic mirror, he was still the most beautiful person in the school…but he was disappointed to know that the same mirror had ignored his question. He didn’t ask about person, but about creature.

Now, don’t get me wrong, your own being was that of a person of flesh and blood, but your structure had a beastly part…like the Savannahclaw motto.

Vil was disappointed not to see your image in the mirror’s reflection.

Yes, Vil was enchanted by the beauty and brightness that characterized fairies, features he had never seen, and that you, who possessed the brightest and most beautiful wings that he had seen in his short life, were in this school specifically for villains…well, it was an opportunity he wasn't going to waste.

Whenever he could, he left his duties as dorm leader to see your profile in the corridors or sitting in the gardens. He admired the silhouette of your back, perfectly upright to support the weight of the wings, although to the naked eye, they gave the sensation of being made of paper, breakable and fragile paper.

Vil fantasized day and night being able to touch them, feel them with the tips of his fingers. He wished with a fierce intensity to be the owner of the laughter and small sounds that would surely be caused by the caresses he oh so deliciously wanted to give you. So much desire happened, without warning.

And from that day on, Vil only had eyes for you, for your figure, for your eyes, for your smile, for your light.

Yes, Vil was initially obsessed with the beauty of your fairy side, but now, deeper in their relationship, Vil was in love with your own beauty.

The way your back curved to change your top garment, the way your hair seemed like a continuation of those transparent wings. The way your figure fit so well with his when taking pictures, as your smile was the most striking thing in the shot.

The way the violet color reflected on the bifurcations of your wings and when the morning light hit them, it generated a beautiful and delicate violet ray.

Vil had never loved the uniform's violet color so much until you tried it on and wished with all his inner fire that you had been assigned to Pomefiore.

Idia

He saw you in flying class, without a broom, and yet you were flying with a grace that even the best flying wizard had.

And not to mention the little sparkles that floated around you as your wings fluttered. He was so mesmerized that he almost knocked over a tree.

Despite his reserved nature, Idia was irresistibly drawn to you. There was something about the way your wings unfolded, as if they were an extension of your own essence, that aroused in him a mixture of curiosity and admiration.

One day, after a long period of observation from a distance, which lasted for months, Idia decided to make an effort to get closer. He decided to approach the botanical garden, your little space of rest and relaxation to start a first conversation. Finding you lying on the grass, with your back to him, Idia couldn't help but blush.

There was something about the combination of natural elements and magic that felt like an extension of your personal charm. He blushed so much that he had to close his eyes to calm his poor, mortal heart, which was pounding like it was about to burst out of his chest.

Then he opened them again, you were floating above him, head down, letting your hair float in a strange way and your eyes were at the same height as his.

Idia realized that there was something more than fascination in his heart. Every time you laughed or moved your wings, he felt a spark in his chest, a warmth that couldn't be explained only by his fascination to that same sparkle your own wings gave off. It was something deeper, something that had slowly begun to blossom inside him.

From that day on, Idia began to look for excuses to spend time by your side, not only in the gardens, but also in the most common corners of the school.

He looked for you at your dorm, he took you to his. You showed him how wonderful nature could be on your lap, he showed you how peaceful time could be in a glimpse of the underworld.

Even at your side, he could feel like an eternal spring was lodged in his heart, waiting to receive the rays of your smile every day.

Malleus

Malleus, seeing you for the first time, a new student with fairy wings, someone of his own race, was captivated not only by your ethereal beauty, but also by the sense of ancient magic that emanated from you. To him, those wings represented a connection to the ancient myths, legends, and cultures he had studied so much for centuries.

Every time he saw you running through the grey halls of the school, his heart beat with a mix of intrigue and admiration, an unusual curiosity he had never felt before.

Malleus began leaving small gifts in the garden. Enchanted flowers and jewels that seemed to resonate with a soft glow, as if they were meant to be worn by you.

He felt an enormous sense of protection towards you. He saw you as tiny, fragile. He always made sure, from a distance, that you were safe. Even if it earned a reprimand from Lilia “you seem like a pretty shady stalker”

In your presence he often found himself in a state of silent admiration, caught up in the contemplation of your elegance and natural magic.

Malleus took any opportunity to be near you, even in everyday situations like walks around campus or visits to the library. Just being by your side was more than enough to melt his heart of stone.

Sometimes, at night and with the brightness of the stars as the only things present, Malleus surprised you with little surprises: an enchanted melody that only you could hear or a series of handwritten notes, full of sincere and tender confessions. A real Don Juan.

It wasn’t until the evening of a school festival that Malleus gathered the courage to ask for your hand…for a dance together under the moonlight. And dance, you danced, until the music stopped, until all you could hear were their moderately agitated breathing, until the light of dawn began to shine and welcome a new day.

Both of you danced until a bright, multi-colored aura surrounded you.

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s o l o n g , l o n d o n

Includes : Aaron Hotchner

Genre : Angst

Warnings : Mentions of break downs, drinking, mentions of depression symptoms, not proof-read

Based On : So Long, London by Taylor Swift

Part two : All My Ghosts

You swore that you loved me but where were the clues?

I died on the altar waiting for the proof

You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days

“Haley wants us to get back together.” Upon hearing those words, her heart dropped. She realized why Hotch asked her to come on this ‘date’. She thought he was finally going to ask her to make whatever they were official, but she now knew he just wanted to let her down easy.

“What?” She asked. She could feel the tears pooling in her eyes, her view of Hotch blurry and distorted. Though she couldn’t see very well, she could see the pity and regret written on his face.

“She wants us to try to be a family again.” She took a second to process his words.

“And, what did you say?” She knew the answer, but she needed to hear it from him.

“I said yes.” He watched the tears fall from her eyes. “I had to, for Jack. For my family. We both knew this wasn’t a sure thing, Y/N. I’m your boss, and our jobs are dangerous enough, this wasn’t going to work.” He was right. Since she started at the BAU, she developed a crush on her slightly older, and incredibly intimidating boss. She would’ve never thought he felt the same towards her, and she was constantly teased by her fellow profilers about it, until he asked her out on the way home from a case. She was elated. They went on a couple dates, and she was sure they were going great. Until now.

“And Haley gave you the out. Instead of telling me, you led me on,” she choked on her sobs. She reached for her purse, preparing herself to leave Aaron Hotchner and her heart along with him. “Go back to your family, Hotch. And don’t worry, I’ll pretend like nothing ever happened.”

And I'm just getting color back into my face

I'm just mad as hell cause I loved this place

The team was shocked and confused when Y/N took a two-week leave of absence. She left without telling anyone or saying where she was going, she didn’t even tell Hotch, going straight to Strauss and asking for her leave, using the ‘family emergency’ excuse. They were even more surprised when she returned, acting as if she hadn’t just left without a word.

She could feel their eyes on her the minute she entered the briefing room. She sat down, chin high, eyes forward, not daring to look any of them in the eye for fear they would see through her facade.

Hotch’s eyes burnt a whole in her head. They hadn’t talked, interacted even, since that night. And while she was going to be profesional, she didn’t want him thinking he broke her heart, even if he did.

“Y/N, good to see you back.” JJ was the first to address her, the first to break the silence. She gave JJ a smile, and turned to look at the file sitting in front of her, keeping to herself throughout the briefing.

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The team had moved the briefing onto the jet, the case being of a serial killer who was quickly devolving. The profilers all noticed their fellow coworker and friend’s strange behavior, her demeanor entirely different to the one she wore before her leave. She wouldn’t indulge conversation with the others, always directing the topic onto the case. The agents had also picked up on Hotch’s behavior; how his eyes would linger on Y/N for a little too long, and how he avoided referencing the woman.

Emily was growing even more concerned for her friend as the minutes passed, and when she saw her heading to the front of the jet for coffee, she quickly followed. “Hey,” she alerted Y/N of her presence, turning and closing the curtains to give them some privacy.

“Hi,” she gave a tight-lipped smile, moving to go back to her seat before Prentiss grabbed her arm.

“What’s going on?” She saw her friend’s face harden, her eyes moving to her feet.

“Nothing,” she knew better than to try and pretend like nothing was wrong around a bunch of profilers, but she couldn’t admit to herself that hers and Hotch’s break up was taking a toll on her. She was skinnier and paler, and was clearly struggling with something. But she couldn’t even call whatever happened between them a break up; they were only going out for a month and they hadn’t even told the rest of the team. So, sticking to her word, she would continue to act as though nothing happened.

“Oh, come on, you know I don’t believe that.” Emily dropped her grip on the girl’s shoulder, moving to fiddle with the coffee cups on the table. “Something’s going on. We all see it. You don’t have to talk about it, but, I want you to know we’re all here for you.” She saw tears pooling in the younger girl’s eyes, and her concern grew and her heart broke and all she wanted was for her to be okay. “You can talk to us. You can talk to me, or JJ, or even Hotch.” At the mention of his name, she broke. Her tears ran down her face, and sobs racked her body.

Emily hurried to hug her friend, shocked at her sudden breakdown. She heard the curtain being pulled, and turned to the sight of the team’s concerned eyes on the pair. But, she made sure to watch Hotch, noticing his own eyes becoming glossy at the sight of the crying agent.

For so long, London

Had a good run

A moment of warm sun

But I'm not the one

She sat on her couch, drowning her sorrows with a bottle of wine. Emily, JJ, and Penelope had just left her apartment after a night spent of crying and laughing, the women comforting her after she had confided in them about all that happened with Hotch.

She felt better, but not great. Her heart still hurt every time Haley and Jack came to visit Hotch during his lunch break, and she kept having to excuse herself to the bathroom whenever she was around him for too long. The team pretended not to notice the tension between her and Hotch, and they both refused to acknowledge each other unless it referenced their work or a case they worked.

Everyone knew something happened between them, and they knew their friend was not okay, so they pushed past it in hopes of nursing their friend back to happiness. She was incredibly grateful for all their friends were doing for her, but it wasn’t enough.

Nobody knew that she had just given Strauss a request for a transfer from the Bureau; none of the others knew, all but one person. The same person who’s name lit up on her phone, his calls going unanswered as she sipped on her glass of wine.

[noparadiseinthis]

English is not my first language. Bear with me, Grammarly helps, but it doesn't work miracles

Series: Come away, O human child! Part 2:

She dreamed of paradise

Spencer Reid/fem!Reader

Read part 1 here.

Warnings: explicit domestic violence and abusive relationships. Descriptions of physical violence. Reader is married and has a child.

Summary: Spencer sees a mark on you. He decides that if no one is going to do anything about it, then he will. If only he can convince you to accept help.

Steve was strangely calm on the way home. He had asked the sheriff for permission to take you and Willy away during his lunch break with the excuse that he was worried about the disappearance of women that had been happening in town, just like an ideal husband, but you knew the real reason, he wanted to keep an eye on you.

"Well?" he asked, taking his eyes off the road for a second to look at you.

You knew it was best to let him speak first, so you waited for Steve to start, no matter how tense you were.

"The FBI guy, what did he want?"

"Nothing much, he was just playing with Will, he knew magic tricks."

You didn't mention the terror you felt when you saw that your son wasn't by your side, he could never relate to that, he could never understand the deep emptiness that existed inside you when Will wasn't around. He was all the light you needed.

"And you let some stranger talk to our son? I can't leave you two alone anyway."

Sometimes you didn't quite understand Steve's intentions, even though you knew there was a reason behind everything.

"He's FBI, isn't he?"

It was a risky move, rebutting what he was saying. Luckily for you, it seemed to be a good day, because he did nothing but raise an eyebrow and snort.

"I don't want you two anywhere near that guy."

You just nodded, distracted as you wondered what was so special about Dr. Reid that Steve reacted like that, your curiosity piqued. Was he trying to push you away from one more person before any bonding had even begun? Surely he couldn't have been afraid that you would turn him in since you had already understood a long time ago that no one would help you or even give you a second glance. If I could go back in time, I would have run as soon as Steve showed interest in joining the police. A bunch of conniving vibrators, they were.

"We'll never see him again," you reassured him.

"Well," your husband muttered, "you know why I do it. I have to protect my family."

With a silly, fake smile on your face, you agreed as you stroked his arm, looking through the rearview mirror at Will sleeping in the back seat. You could do this for another 13 years, right? Just hang in there.

•••

Spencer gathered his things from the table, putting them in his bag as he prepared to go to the hotel, hoping to get a good night's sleep and work with more focus and renewed vigor the next day. He spent the rest of the day reliving his interaction with you down to the smallest detail, remembering and recalling her tone of voice, her posture, and her submission when her husband appeared. If was right, his name was Steve.

The policeman in question left the police station for an hour and returned soon after, casting long glances at Spencer, none like yours, who followed him to his hotel room, until he laid his head on the pillow and far beyond that, invading his dreams.

•••

5 days in the same city was a lot on the Spencer scale. Enough to make the UNSUB profile, but not enough to capture him. He lived in the shadows, preying on the most vulnerable people in that small, broken society that was your little town: the women. More specifically, the housewives. Spencer spent these days wondering if you had any job.

"What the hell?" He heard Morgan's voice exclaim with surprise, raising her head to look at the source. That's when spotted William, wandering around outside the glass-walled room they were in. The boy walked between the tables as if he belonged there, but stood out from his surroundings. "Who is he?"

"Cop Steve's son." Spencer murmured, attracting the attention of his colleagues.

"Do you know him? How?" JJ asked.

Spencer shrugged. "Kids like magic. He came here a few days ago, must have run away from his mom again. I thought Morgan had seen him before."

"Well, I didn't see. There's something strange about that boy's father-" Turning away as he spoke, Derek was interrupted by the sound of the door opening and a child's voice shouting happily.

"Dr. Reid!"

As if it were second nature, Spencer rose from his seat to kneel in front of the child and greeted him back with a smile.

"Hey, Willy," he held up his open palm, which made the boy laugh and high-fived him, "What are you doing here, kid?"

"Mom came to bring Dad's lunch again, but I wanted to see you."

Spencer sighed with an understanding smile, looking around at his classmates who stared rather shocked at their very natural interaction.

"And does your mom know you're with me?"

The look he shifted to the floor said everything the doctor needed to know.

"You can't just disappear, young man. Do you know where she is?"

Will nodded. "In the big room with Daddy."

Spencer looked at Hotch, who understood immediately and sighed tiredly before nodding and nodding towards the door, permitting him to leave.

"Let's find her then, shall we?"

William walked out hand in hand with the man, leaving Spencer shocked that a policeman's son was so ill-educated, regardless of his age. Children could be sociable. They should be. That didn't exclude all the evil that lurked outside the house - or inside - the boy seemed the pure image of naivety. Worrying. He couldn't tell you why he cared so much.

"So, Willy, why did you split up with Mom? You heard what she said, she gets worried when you disappear like that."

"Because they were starting over."

"Starting what?" Reid asked, frowning and looking down to see the child's face, who didn't answer. "Starting what, William?" he asked again.

•••

"How did you manage to lose sight of him? For God's sake, this is a police station!" Steve exclaimed furiously, although he growled quietly. He didn't believe in announcing his problems to the world.

"I let go of his hand for a second and he disappeared!" You retorted, your eyes watering as you thought about what he could have gotten himself into this time. "It's not my fault," you continued, hugging your body as if trying to convince yourself.

Your husband snorted, scorn appearing on his face as he approached, and suddenly any courage you had was thrown out of the window. You looked around, at the walls that gave you so little privacy. We're in public, you thought, like a mantra. He didn't do anything in public. He didn't do anything in public. He grabbed your arm. Moreover, his nails dug in, forcing and tearing at your skin as his instinct acted and tried to pull your arm back, but he held back. As he always did. Apart from the pain, all you could think about was what a bad idea it was to wear short sleeves that day.

"What good are you anyway, if you can't even look after my son properly?"

Your eyes were injected with rage and you swallowed, watching the face of the man you once thought would make you the happiest woman in the world. The man who promised you the world while hugging you in a college dormitory bathroom and holding a pregnancy test with a small smile on his face. Eyes crinkled with joy as he stroked your still flat belly and whispered such sweet things. A time when you thought you could face anything as long as you had him by your side. You no longer saw any of that in the man in front of you. He ripped any last shred of hope from your cold, dead hands and then made you dig your own emotional grave, as deep as his nails could go into your skin. You barely felt the pain anymore. You didn't even feel anything, until you heard the familiar voice of the light of your life, pulling you out of that dark pit as it always did.

Quickly, Steve retracted his arm, taking a deep breath and swallowing as he turned to where he had heard his son's voice, his nostrils flaring as he saw who was with him.

•••

Spencer never got a verbal answer to his question from William, but he didn't need one. The scene in front of him said it all, and from the way the boy squeezed his hand tighter, he could tell that Will knew there was something wrong between his parents. Fortunately, the boy was too short to have the same field of vision as Reid. Luckily, he hadn't seen the terrified look on his mother's face, let alone his father's aggressive grip.

Will shouting "Mommy" and letting go of your hand to run to you provided him with a new horizon. It brought back memories. That of trying to be a mediator within a broken family, even in childhood.

•••

Steve never spent much time around William anyway, so when he left quickly, you didn't mind, you were relieved. Noticing that Dr. Reid wasn't going to move away, you sighed, hiding the nail mark against your own body as you watched him enter the room you were in.

"Hey, honey, want to play a little?" you asked, taking your cell phone out of your pocket and handing it to your son, who quickly agreed and went to the corner of the 'big room', as he called it, oblivious to the rest of the world.

"I never knew your name."

You snorted, wondering how that was the first thing he chose to say, but in the end, he did say your name.

"You don't have to hide it, I've already seen it." Spencer continued, making sure to speak quietly so that the child wouldn't hear them and to keep the anger out of his voice.

You swallowed, wondering what you had done to deserve two humiliations in a row on the same day, trying to force yourself to remain calm and expressionless, assessing how much of a risk the mysterious doctor could be to you or your child.

"I'm sorry about William again today, it'll never happen again."

Spencer couldn't stop himself from analyzing you, and what he saw brought him the most mixed emotions. You were profiling him too. You are a profiler for survival, someone who needs to know how to act in every situation so as not to get hurt. It made your head spin, your throat dry and your hands twitch. "It's called empathy. Use it to be a better person," Derek once told him.

"You know this is a crime; I can arrest him right now if you want; this room has cameras, and you're... you're hurt."

To his surprise, you laughed in his face. A bitter laugh. The kind he wished you'd never hear again.

"Are you an idiot, Dr. Reid?" you asked, without any humor. "Is that how you sleep best at night? Look around you, see where we are. In a police station full of men. Do you think you're the first to see something like that in me?"

Suddenly, it was as if a dam broke and you felt the uncontrollable urge to channel all your anger at Dr. Spencer Reid, pointing at the wound on his arm, the little blood already dried. This made the agent sigh. He had never really been able to understand how someone could hurt a person they had sworn to love so deeply.

"Well, the FBI wasn't here before."

You just sighed, pressing your lips together to stop a torrent of tears. He would never know that fear like you did. Even if Steve was still arrested, what would you do next? How would you be able to raise your son in a place like this, where your husband was the model citizen of the city and you were the bitch who put him in prison?

"You just don't understand. Please go away, Dr. Reid."

Go away, and don't you dare even try to give me false hope because I killed them all for my own good a long time ago, you thought.

Spencer couldn't accept that it would end like this. There had to be something, there had to be a way. Not for the first time in his life, he thought that people should come with a manual. It was time to do your job, even if you felt terrible about using your weakness against yourself.

"And is it worth it? Raising a child in such an environment?"

"I've managed to keep Will away for five years. So as long as he's safe, yes, it's worth it," you replied, your back to him.

Spencer sighed, squeezing his thigh as he cursed himself for influencing you like that. All for the greater good.

"Except that he already knows. Kids are a lot more observant than people think."

You turned like lightning.

"What are you talking about?"

You couldn't. You couldn't lose the only certainty you had in life. That Will was your sea of positivity, away from everything that was really going on at home, growing up happily, without any resentment. You swore that when he was born. It was the only promise it would kill you to break.

Spencer hated being the cause of the look of terror on his face this time, but like all the other times in his life when it was necessary, he took courage and started telling.

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A/n: I was wonderfully surprised by how well received the first part was. I hope you enjoy the second as much. Thank you for your support

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Gekko, Phoenix and Yoru with Photographer S/O | HEADCANONS

Word Count: 500+ I love photography as a hobby and thought yknow what, a photographer reader is so cute! love love love <3

PHOENIX

He loves the fact that you are into photography

After seeing your photography he begs asks very kindly for you to take photos of him for social media

Loves seeing the collection of cameras you have stocked up

He asks for cute couple photos all the time

You definitely take multiple photos with a Polaroid camera just for him x

You have a collection of pictures of him during training, which he has NO clue you have

He always says you should look at putting your photographs in competitions, to which you show him photos of you at the ones you’ve won, which is a substantial amount.

He’s proud that his partner is so damn talented and will 100% flaunt that

“Yo, have you heard about y/n? THE best photographer ever!”

You should be proud that he’s so proud of you <3

He saves all the photos that have fire incorporated into them in a folder called “FIRE PICZ 🔥🔥” like the loser he is

Your favourite photo of him is one you took while he was setting up the fire place. He truly looks good in warm, golden lighting.

GEKKO

First he asked about the Polaroid photos you owned

You showed him your cameras and showed him how to use the Polaroid camera

His first photo with it was a shaky one of you (it immediately went into your phone case as soon as it developed)

Absolutely loves doing photoshoots with his buddies! Wingman is a natural at modelling!

You start printing out photos and make a scrapbook as a gift for Gekko

This man bawled like a baby when he saw it

You always sneak the cutest photos of him! Gekko is naturally photogenic, a fact that you VERY much value

He is your muse <3

Asks you to send the photos you take for photo dumps online, to which he always tags you

He starts randomly gifting you a shit ton of camera equipment? Like out of NOWHERE, and it wasn’t even compatible with your cameras. But it was the gesture that counted, right?

“Y/n! I’ve got a surprise for you, close your eyes!”

Turns out he actually bought you a whole new, flashy camera.

You cherished it, and used it so much (RIP old cameras, you had a good life)

The man received many smooches <3

Y’all also definitely have multiple polaroids of the two of you smooching

Your favourite photo of him is one where he is napping on the couch surrounded by his creatures. He looked so peaceful, and that is very beautiful to you.

YORU

Was taken aback when he first saw you walking around with a camera

‘I’ve been dating this person and never noticed this whole ass camera? The fuck?’

Was “grumpy” when he saw the secret photos you took of him

He actually loved him, especially since you captured his good side

He loves the photos you take of him at casual locations and on dates

LITERALLY OBSESSED WITH THEM!

Makes them his profile picture

Although he hates you lovingly for the folder he found on your phone called “yoru eyeliner pics”

He will go through the shared folder you set up of your photos and look at them and smile because wow you’ve taken your time to set all this up and take these photos.

He feels special

Will be so chill about it to your face though, you don’t need to know he’s obsessed with the photos

Borrowed lipstick one time and told you to put it on and kiss him for a photo.

Those photos become PINNED ON HIS DAMN SOCIAL MEDIA

Cheeky mfer, that's why you love him though xx

Your favourite photo of him is one you took when he was waiting at the traffic lights after it had just rained. The way he looked surrounded by the city and lights reflected in the puddles on the road and sidewalk? To die for.

Thank you so much for reading <3

[in-class-daydreams]

Graduation Gripes

Pairing: Seventh Year!Sebastian Sallow x Seventh Year!Fem!Reader (no Y/N) Synopsis. You and Sebastian have just completed your N.E.W.T.s. Now is the time for you to learn if you're qualified for your dream jobs. Sebastian, an Auror, and you, and Unspeakable. The only problem is, you've gotten into your own head and suddenly, your excitement and anticipation has turned to fear. A/N: Unedited, we ball. Fluff, angst, kinda cheesy. TW: None

“Are you ready?” Sebastian sat across from you in your favorite spot on the top floor of the library. He’d grown taller in the few years since you met him. Now in his final year, blessed genetics and  Imelda’s grueling quidditch practices saw him broad-shouldered and mature-faced with a more justified air of confidence to boot. 

In front of him were five unsealed letters and you, four unsealed and three sealed, all containing a letter grade for each of your N.E.W.T.s. Today, the two of you would learn your fates.

Naturally, your studious and intelligent boyfriend met all of the Auror requirements of high marks in five exams. The two of you had painstakingly gone over the requirements in the middle of last year.

The Unspeakable requirements were even more rigorous. Seven N.E.W.T.s, at least five O’s, two may be E’s. Upon hearing the requirements, Sebastian deemed it nearly impossible, and having taken the exams, you were inclined to agree. Though, back then, he’d said, “If anyone can do it, it’s you.”

You stole a licorice spider from him and popped it in your mouth. They were still awful, but the chewing sensation was comforting. The results had already shown four O’s and one E. You could afford another E, but only one. 

You took a deep breath and slowly pried the wax seal off of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Sebastian huffed a laugh through his nose, looking completely unsurprised when you unveiled an ‘Outstanding’ mark. 

“Can’t say I’m surprised,” he said with a cheeky grin. “You know, I love watching your crush exams with your eyes closed.”

“My eyes were open,” you deadpanned and placed the letter off to the side.

Sebastian rolled his eyes and pressed a kiss to your wrist. You loved this spot in the library because of the big open window to your right, which allowed the natural sunlight to beam down during your study sessions. That, and the light did wonders for Sebastian’s handsome side profile, from his now sharp jawline and the slope of his nose.

As you admired him, you thought about what it would be like if work kept you away from him for long. You’d been attached at the hip since you first bested him at a duel, and yes, you’d been alone your entire life, now that you’d tasted life with him, the thought of letting it go was devastating. You wondered if your constant hunger for “more” would jeopardize your relationship with the person you love most.

Professor Hecat, when you met her, looked to be well into her sixties. You’d come to find out later, while you were under her tutelage as a sixth year, she was hardly out of her thirties when you first arrived at Hogwarts. When she said she was “wounded by time itself,” you thought she meant naturally, the way time comes for all people. In reality, work as an Unspeakable strained the body in all ways - magical, emotional, physical - and sped up the aging process.

Your late mentor, Fig, if you knew him as well as you thought you did, surely would have preferred you choose an easier career path and live a long, happy life. Work in that sector of the Department of Mysteries, in his mind, just wouldn’t be fulfilling enough to justify the price.

You know yourself. You need to struggle, to fight. You always have. The lightning shooting down your spine and the burning in your chest was an addicting feeling you could never let go of, as if the thrill of battle had become so familiar, it was the only state you felt truly comfortable.

As such, almost every aspect of life as an Unspeakable appealed to you.

Almost.

You never cared much about your appearance. Good looks had nothing much to do about survival and why worry about something you can’t change anyway? Sebastian always said that was one of his favorite things about you, how you never cared about looks, which you thought was ironic considering how handsome your boyfriend had become.

But considering how lovely Sebastian was, if you looked a decade older than him two years after graduation, would he want to stay with you? Sebastian was never that shallow - something you loved about him, along with just about everything else about him - but truly, a handsome and successful Auror married to an aged Unspeakable he never gets to see? Could you expect that of him?

Second to last was Herbology, which was normally a deceivingly difficult subject, but your experience brewing your own potions in fifth year put you well ahead of where you needed to be. With those two factors combined, you scored yet another ‘Outstanding.’

“You’ve basically done it!” Sebastian cried. You still had one ‘Excellent’ mark left to fall back on, and in Sebastian’s mind, you just needed to seal the deal.

“Unless I scored worse than ‘Excellent,’” you said matter-of-factly.

The last subject was Ancient Runes, and as Sebastian tutored you in this subject as well, you already had a strong feeling as to what your score was.

Sebastian stared at you intently while you ripped open the last envelope and stared at its contents. He did his best to wait patiently, but the anticipation soon got the better of him.

“Well? You’ve done it?” He said it as if he was certain of your success. If you learned anything about him in your time together, it was that if there’s one thing he’s always believed in, it was you.

Knowing that, could you really let him go?

Your house robes were hanging on the back of your chair. You slipped a hand into the pocket and produced your wand, pointing it at the letter.

“Confringo,” you whispered. The page incinerated almost immediately and you pulled back before it singed your fingers.

Sebastian’s chair screeched when he shot to his feet. “What are you doing?!”

You shook your head. “I don’t want to talk about it Sebastian.” Ditching your robe, you turned your face away and ran down the stairs back to the Slytherin dormitory.

You holed up in your dorm until evening, when Imelda came in and told you to “rein in your boyfriend, he’s insufferable without you.” A quick owl later and you were heading back into the empty library once again. With exams over, your fellow students took great pleasure in not needing to be in the library.

Sebastian met you downstairs on the first level. The familiar paper in his hand made your stomach drop. When you looked at him, ashamed, he tilted his head, insulted that you’d ever consider him incapable of fixing something so simple.

He held the paper out with one hand and flipped it, revealing the ‘Outstanding’ mark. You looked away, unable to face him.

“You did it,” he said simply.

“I did,” you agreed.

Sebastian shook his head. “This is amazing! You’ve achieved your dream, why aren’t you over the moon? We’ll both get to work with the Ministry–”

“Sebastian, we’d never get to see each other!” You looked at him desperately. “I’d never get to talk to you about work, our schedules would never line up, it would take an insane toll on my body!”

“You’ve known that this whole time. I thought you were fine with all those things?” He took a step towards you and you shrunk back. Your heart clenched from the hurt expression on his face. “I won’t force you, but you’ve wanted this for a long time now. I don’t understand what changed.”

What changed? Well, you wouldn’t have been sorted into Slytherin if you weren’t ambitious. But at the same time, Fig and Sebastian were your first real family. You spent your entire life alone and you were terrified that if you became an Unspeakable, the clandestine nature of the job would drive you and your only family apart.

“I don’t know, Seb, I don’t know if I can do this,” you said miserably.

“Darling.” Sebastian came and took you by the hands. “There’s not a thing in this world you can’t do. I know that and you know that. So give me an honest answer. What are you hesitating for?”

Your eyes felt hot. “I don’t want anything to happen to us.”

Sebastian stared at you in shock. “Why would anything happen?”

You wiped furiously at your eyes and buried your face in his chest. “I don’t know! It’s stupid, I’m just scared, Seb! We have so many plans for the future and what if we can’t do any of them because of my job?” Eyes clenched shut, you whispered, “I just don’t want to lose you.” 

You weren’t sure what exactly you expected out of him, but the deep rumble of his laughter wasn’t it. You looked up to him smiling down at you with tender love in his eyes.

“My love.” He tilted your chin up to look at him. “Plans can change.”

“But you’ve been through so much. Don’t you want someone you’ll actually be able to see on a regular basis? I might not be able to bear children if the work takes a toll on me, you could never ask about my work–”

Sebastian pressed his forehead to yours. Still holding your hands, he slowly drifted down onto one knee. He looked up at you with glassy warm brown eyes and you covered your mouth.

“I don’t know if I’ll be brave enough to say this twice, so please listen. I would kill or die for you. At the risk of incriminating myself, I’ve done or come close to both.” He reached into his pocket and produced a gold ring with swirling designs around the band. “I went back to my uncle’s house. Tore it apart to find this, and just as I figured, he had my mother’s wedding ring. It was her most prized possession and I want you to have it.”

Your eyes welled with tears and you let out a shuddering breath. “Sebastian…”

“Our careers be damned, I’d rather see you once a year than be with someone else every day. I need you to know. There’s nobody else. Just you alone. Will you marry me?”

[husbandohunter]

YOOO hello!! first of all, I hope you are doing well Nya ^^ remember to take care of yourself, stay healthy, and drink lots of water, mkay? good good :) (ur writing is astounding btw i love it sm)

second, may i request a childe angsty (not much tho, just missing him- does that count as angst lmao) + fluffy scenario (or the uh dot hcs thing?? with lil scenario after it?? idk how to call it 💀 but yeah you can choose :D) with a timid, reserved s/o? like... you're feeling a bit down and miss him, waiting for him to return- and when he does, you just- dash into his arms, while he sits there paralyzed, since you don't generally initiate the affection. too shy to do so- however when u do he softens at ur cuteness,, (regretting your decision afterwards cause he makes you blush while praising you- way too easily- and he admires you more while u bashfully avoid his gaze-)

and while cuddling he asks as to why you did that, if something occurred... noticing you were sniffling instead of talking, he halted to take a look at your face, freezing once he saw your profile, crystal clear tears painting it. wiping them away, he cupped your cheeks with his greater hands and before he could utter another word, you answered him, his worried expression transforming into a surprised one unimaginably fast.

"I just... love you so much Ajax. I love you..."

repeating that over and over while delicately holding his hands close to you, a soft smile decorating your lips as you leaned into his palms. and he just. smiles too completely melting-

aand that's all i can think of-- i hope that gave you enough fuel to think of the scene hh- obv take your time with it pls don't feel rushed okay? ik you're busy and have many requests already hh ^^ take a break if you must! farewell!!

Sweetness [Childe x Reader]

Synopsis: Childe can expect all kinds of ambushes but not the one that attacks him in the heart!

Genre: gender neutral reader, mild angst to fluffy fluff

(A/n): First off you’re so sweet anon. I don’t mean to take this long but I do think about the blog and you guys every once in a while. I hope this was to your liking, though got self-indulgent with the last part xD Childe is either badass or an absolute clown🤡 there’s no in between

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• Childe had been sent away on a mission in Snezhnaya two months ago. He wrote letters to you in his absence. Until the weekly letters became nonexistent. It was due to the fact been busy over the course.

• But you didn't know that. Demands of being the 11th Harbinger had made things difficult for him to even sit down and relax.

• And when he finally got the chance to pick up his inkset, the man falters yet again over another crumpled sheet tossed into the waste basket.

• How on Teyvat should he begin after weeks going cold? Since when was the last time the two of you properly talked? Were you so furious that you didn't write back?

He felt as if he was being physically beaten by these incessant questions, plagued by scenarios that don't exist.

Childe blankly stares at the ceiling of his hotel suite. It was deathly quiet. The candle burns alight, confined in the glassjar designed by Snezhnayan antiques, and he swore he could even hear wax dripping down the sides.

The Harbinger slaps a hand over his face and groans, "Haaaa, I can't believe I'm actually losing my mind over this."

Hopefully no one sees him in his current state. Their Fatui leader fussing with love letters akin to a teenage boy's first crush. Earlier the evening Childe announced to his assistant that no one shall disturb him while he is issuing an important message to overseas, otherwise they meet a harsh punishment under his command. That was an excuse. A very silly excuse. There was no diplomacy to be made overseas, just one man missing his lover.

The picture of your most recent expression shows up and Childe meticulously carves it out of his imagination. While you were not the type to be vocal about your affections, reserved and somewhat aloof, somehow that itself was a charm of yours. Perhaps he likes a good challenge, perhaps the spark between you two ignited when he kissed you on a fluke. And when you couldn't form the words to your clouded thoughts, actions alone were more than enough for the man to be satisfied.

"Let's see where this goes, yeah?"

Then one meeting turns to another, three dates turn to four, and before he knew it, Childe has been looking forward to spending time with you ever since. A part of him waiting for answers yet to be said. Do you like him the way he likes you? Even though everything he does appears to be whimsical and reckless? This long distance makes him think they were almost not real drives him mad.

What if you were seeing someone else?

A pause, the information too great for him to process. Childe spasms in his seat and slaps both palms flat on the surface table, sounds resonating through the room, enough for his assistant outside to hear.

Nah, who am I kidding? The man waves off the idea like an impractical joke. There's just no way. Sure you were attractive and alluring with mystique, Childe is certain that he had no competition. After all he was a Fatui Harbinger for Archon's sake. Crafty, handsome, strong with a good sense of humor, he's your ideal man. No one's got a shot at this other than him.

Except all those statements existed only in his head.

How the hell should he know what you're thinking about?! The man rests his face on a propped up palm, tapping the desk with the other as he thought deeply. No, a love letter won't work anymore. He needs a new way, preferably something enough to encapsulate his charms as he sweeps you off your feet and makes your heart race at the idea of him. He needs a strategy.

Should I invite them for a fancy dinner?

Childe has already done that a few times, something fresh would be more preferable. Oh, he could pull off the classy tactic of buying a bouquet of flowers and surprising you with it. But that's so cliche. Ugh, he cringes, what if you think he's lame?!

The assistant guarding outside knocks on the door, "Sir, is everything alright?"

"Yes," Childe replies back, rather annoyed, "I thought I told you not to bother me."

"M-My apologies," he hears the assistant scurry away in quick steps.

Finally, some peace. The Harbinger checks the time. It was half past sunset. All the soldiers should be assigned to their pre-booked rooms since was going to be their last departure.

"Fuck...." Childe breathly mutters. This is taking longer than it should. He already had you guessing over his actions, for a month in fact. At this rate, he'd have to show up without a pre-warning explanation of why he wasn't answering your calls.

The snowstorm outside ceases to relent like a reflection of his own. What he feels right now, what he's doing, the Harbinger knows well enough this wasn't some fluke. Childe sinks into his arms and looks at the flickering candle, focusing on it's small flame, wondering, if you're thinking of him the same way.

• Sitting by the windowsill, watching the view that leads to your front yard, visualizing a cheerful man with ginger hair and waving from the trees.

• Ajax. You missed him but wasn't sure how to say it. Papers and envelopes were tucked away in a corner where you could easily reach, savored and impatient for his return.

• They were mostly filled with stories about his homeland, places that he wanted to take you, and sometimes mentioning how his work got the better of him. You figured his silence must be the fact he was busy. At least, that's what you convinced yourself to believe.

• What could he be doing right now?

Ajax's name hasn't appeared in your mailbox for quite a while.

The splash of water runs when you release the tap, absentmindedly scrubbing away remains of leftovers and takeout from last night's dish. Two months ago he appeared at your doorstep in his usual brazen entrance. And it was the same day he had to announce his departure.

"Borsche," you said with a smile. Ajax mentioned how he'd personally bring ingredients from Snezhnaya, bringing as in sneaking, so you could be his first ever foreign taste tester. Of course you'd like anything he'd cook regardless, but he was joyful talking about his family from home that you wanted to explore a little more of this new side of his.

You thought you wouldn't mind the long distance communication, however, it seems you've severely overestimated yourself. After the final meal at your house, Ajax walks towards the exit, the both of you knowing how agonizingly slow it was. You recall looking at him in that deep ocean gaze, trying to say what wanted to be said. Him waiting with anticipation.

"Good luck with your mission!"

• What a mistake, that was the perfect chance and you just couldn't muster up the courage to tell him. You know he was expecting something, you know he's been patient with you, and you're tired of guessing.

• There were days where a part of you doubts if he still feels the same. Days when you felt that all of this might be one sided and you were just another fling in his eyes. Days when you think he actually wouldn't return.

• Eventually, you couldn't help but truly believe he left you for someone else, finally fed up with you beating around the bush.

Despite all the obvious signs from Ajax's lack of communication, you wanted to try one last time.

Yesterday was the day he said he would be coming back to Liyue. The sky looked as if it were about to rain any moment. People crowded under the nearest roof they could find. Their bustling noise drowned out to mere background noise as you stayed, keeping an eye out for that cheerful man of yours all the way till the last ship parked beside the Harbor. 

It was empty. By the time the other families went home with their loved ones, you stood there alone, holding a single umbrella.

"Excuse me!"

No news or a forewarning. You had no idea what must have happened. Regardless, you wanted to try again.

Running across the pavement, you tried to catch up with the sailor keeping watch of the seas, "I want to ask if you've seen a tall man with orange hair leave just now?"

He takes out the cigarette chewed between his teeth and takes his time to answer, "Ah you're the person from yesterday," the sailor comments, "Sorry kiddo, but the merchant shipments will be the only ones dropping by this hour."

Your stomach makes an uncomfortable churn as your heart denies what must be accepted, "Ah, I guess that makes sense."

There was no point in being optimistic about it anymore. The seldom appearance of letters, the disappointment evident on his face when you didn't tell him what he wanted to hear, the chilliness of the rain when it hits your skin, hand trembling by the obvious cold. Everything was so much clearer.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," you quickly added while wiping your eyes, unable to contain your sadness, "I'm just missing someone. That's all."

The sailor spares you a look of pity, assuming what story it went on with the clues you gave him. He mutters words of consolation but it felt deaf to your ears.

Why couldn't you just say it? Why did you have to be such a coward in the end when all he was trying to do was making this relationship work? Biting your lip, you kept your eyes casted down to not be blinded by the sun, otherwise you might actually cry. You should've known better to not hold back. And now, he's gone forever.

"Hey."

• Childe watches you turn over your shoulder, hesitant as ever and time seems to have halted in the small pocket of this instance.

• Damn.

• You were as beautiful as the day he last saw you. Though of course nothing about your appearance changed at all. Only his feelings, they grew and more apparent during the days he wasn't by your side.

• Yeah, I'm way over the crush phase, aren't I? He could only imagine what kind of expression he was making.

Tension fills the gap between the two of you as neither made an initiative to close it. Childe examines you, unreadable and without his default grin. Your eyes blown wide under the deep furrow of your eyebrows, mouth turned downward.

Welp he deserved the silent treatment. What nerve does the guy have when he shows up to his lover empty handed and a day behind his promised schedule? Minus all the Fatui fiasco he had to deal back in Snezhnaya and no explanation whatsoever.

"So uuuhhh," Childe glances at you tentatively. Ah shit they're mad probably. He was unsure how te begin. It was almost as if you were strangers and that pained him a little, "So how have you been?"

Slap. He mentally facepalms. That was so stupid.

Well fix it you idiot! A million suggestions run simultaneously that reduces his brain into a pile of mush. He had it all planned out earlier, the flowers, the dinner, the play to sweap you off your feet and make you fall for him again. Seems that his reliable swagger had betrayed him entirely. No fancy entrance. No funny remarks to distract the awkwardness. Right now he was just Childe the lovesick man.

"Look, I know I haven't replied to you," Childe rubs the back of his neck and avoids eye contact, "And I understand if you're pissed about it. We went through a lot back in Snezhnaya which is why don't have any ingredients I promised," he pinches the bridge of his nose, "Ah, I guess I should probably apologize for that too."

This isn't going well. He knew he was trying way too hard to play it cool and most likely makes him look as if here were creating excuses. Screw it, just go straight for the heart, "What I'm trying to say is-"

You threw yourself around him in an instant and buried your face in his chest. Childe nearly stumbles backward, completely off guard for once. He can instinctively expect and attack but not this kind of attack.

Almost gave him a heart attack.

"[Name]...?" He finally whispers out, his sleeve covered arms crawling to return your embrace. The man was trying to feel, to make sure if this was real. Did you just...hug him?

"Ajax."

Then it occured to him that your voice was breaking. The tightening of your hold and the point of your nose against him, he could sense the faint quivering of your shoulders. Childe surrenders all intentions to fulfill his previous agenda as the matters in front of him were much more important.

"Hey, what's on your mind?" he gently hushes, cradling your head with one hand and the other on your back, "I'm listening."

Yes, that's what you needed right now and he'll gladly give it to you, as much as you want. If you allow him that is. Childe knows he can be a bit selfish sometimes and maybe he's jumping to conclusions, but holding you like this is a moment he wants to indulge in. Just cherishing you like he should have.

"I just..." you began, breathly, "love you so much, Ajax. I love you..."

Damn.

Childe is sure he just felt what it's like to float on cloud nine. As cheesy as it sounded. He's somewhat glad your face is buried in his coat right now so you wouldn't be able to witness the goofy smile he's shamelessly wearing. Looks like he had nothing to worry about. Man, did it feel good to know you felt the same way all this time.

He releases you, though not enough to be fully apart because why would he? Your nose was tinged with red and eyes watery, the man swore his heart must have been hit with a pyro reaction. What a cutie pie.

"I've got you, don't worry," he reassures while cupping your face. He leans down to peck the corner of your lips before properly placing a chaste one. The action was so sudden that you weren't mentally prepared for it. He laughs, the same boyish charming manner, "Sorry, couldn't help it. You're too irresistable."

"Y-You're," shades of crimson layers across your cheeks that he's glad he has the privilege for a closeup, "Irresistable..."

Hooooooolddd up.

Childe pulls to a mental stop for a double take. Was that a compliment just now? No, it was a confession. He wasn't used to being praised like this. You may not be the type to vocally speak your true feelings but you were also the type to wear them on your sleeves. A smug smile makes it's way to his face and he tilts his body ever so slightly so you were dipped backwards in a mid-tango pose.

Childe's mouth was mere inches away from yours as he drinks up the image of your vulnerable look, underneath him and no one else to intrude.

"Ajax?!" You stuttered.

"I don't think I heard you clearly. Mind saying that again?" Yes he was being indulgent right now but the opportunity was hard to come by. Also those two months made it so agonizing to bear he needs a remedy to soothe all that drama.

You're pouting now and Childe tips down to kiss you on the cheek, "Don't tease me. Not here in public," you whisper-yelled well trying to push him away similar to a smothering puppy.

"Oh? Now you're going to reject me? I thought you said I was irresistable?" Childe's words muffles against your skin and the vibration spreads across like wildfire.

"Ajax!"

"Fine, fine," he chuckles heartedly, not letting you go. Instead, he repositions his arm until it was swung around your shoulder, pulling you close to his side, "By the way I wanted to say that I shouldn't have left you hanging. The mission got real messy last minute and I didn't wanna half-ass a letter to you."

You shook your head, "It's not your fault. I know you were busy. Just that..." you breathed out, somewhat relieved and anxious at the same time, "I thought you were angry that I wasn't being honest with you. I was afraid for some reason. But now, it's a lot easier than I thought."

"Huh? What do you mean?" He asks.

"I thought you left me for someone else."

A moment where his brain short circuits and Childe lets out a howling laugh. You looked at him with awe. What was so funny all of a sudden?

"Gotta say that I'm being tossed left and right with these surprises," he mused, "Guess that even if we're apart, we're still that close, eh?"

You quirked an eyebrow at him, "What do you mean?"

Childe slides his hand up your shoulder bone to pinch your cheek, "Nothing, sweetness."

• You chased after him demanding for answers but Childe doesn't budge. The only thing you could tell that he was in an extremely good mood after that.

• Oh well, all is well, ends well does it?

"Since I don't have anything to cook the Borsche I mentioned to you before, we'll have to settle for something else I'm afraid," Childe shrugs, "Anything in mind you wanna do?"

You sighed, fondly at least, "I already said I don't mind as long as you're cooking."

"S'that so? Well then," Childe moves renewed with energy, extending his hold in a beckoning manner and you laughed at his antics, "Shall we go, my snowflake?"

You take it and squeezed it, "I'd love to."

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Kinktober Day 27

Day Twenty-Six | 🌹Kinktober Masterlist🌹 | Day Twenty-Eight

Pairing: Christopher Pike x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked

Warnings: Fluff; yearning; kitchen sex; vaginal sex; improper use of buttercream

GIF by elen-aranel

“I’m not going to lie, I’m a little surprised you asked for my help,” You admitted. You kept your gaze studiously focused on the dishes as you felt the Captain turn to look at you. 

“Why’s that?” 

You shrugged a little. “Guess I just…I don’t know, I figured you were a baking guy, too.” 

“I don’t bake nearly as much as I cook.” 

“Yeah, I got that when you put the liquid and dry ingredients in the same bowl two steps too early.” 

“Alright, alright,” Christopher grumbled good-naturedly. He took up the remaining mixing bowls, joining you at the sink. 

“I’m just teasing,” You nudged his shoulder with yours. “I know you’ve had a hell of a couple of days.” 

“Is that why you offered to make Ortegas’ birthday cake yourself?” 

“Well,” You passed him a bowl to dry before shutting off the sink and turning to lean back against the counter. “I just…I don’t know, I figured you’d wanna rest a bit.” 

Christopher shrugged a little, his focus set on the bowl. 

“I like being in the kitchen,” He admitted. “It’s good for me. Lets me clear my head.” 

You were quiet as you considered that. You couldn’t even imagine the stress that he faced on a day to day basis—and for him to retreat to the kitchen and continue to provide for his crew in his quiet moments made you ache for him. The crush that you had on your Captain was already so strong, and the last thing you needed was for you to fall even deeper for the guy. Your gaze swept his profile before you hurriedly lowered your head, averting your gaze as you saw him turn to look at you. 

“We should, um—” You cleared your throat, pushing off of the counter. “We can get going on the frosting, put it in the fridge as we wait for the cake to bake and cool.” 

“Alright.” 

The two of you gathered the ingredients, and Christopher followed your lead in getting a mixer and measuring spoons. He leaned against the counter beside you, measuring out the milk and vanilla as you added powdered sugar and room-temperature butter to the mixer. You reached in after a few moments, dipping your pinkie in and swiping some of the frosting off of the side of the bowl. You raised your pinkie, sucking the buttercream off and humming softly. 

“Is it good?” He asked.

“Mhm!” You smiled brightly at him. “You can try some if you want.” Your brow furrowed as a smile slowly grew on Christopher’s lips. “What is it?” 

“You’ve got, uh…” 

Your heart leapt into your throat as he raised his hand and cupped your chin. His thumb gently swept across your lower lip, and you felt the coolness of a missed bit of buttercream. You watched as he raised his thumb to his gaze, then licked the bit of cream. Your mouth went dry as he let out a soft hum, the sound nearing a moan. 

“...Do you, um…” You managed. “Do you like it?” 

“It’s delicious,” He murmured, eyes set intently on yours. 

“Oh?” 

“Mm,” He nodded, stepping closer. “Perfectly sweet.” 

Your heart pounded as he cupped your cheek again. Your eyes flitted between his lips and his eyes, tipping your chin up as his nose gently nudged against yours. You could feel the heat of his breath brushing against your lips—

“It smells good in here!” 

The insistence made the two of you spring apart, and you whirled around to find Chapel and Spock rounding into the kitchen. You forced a bright smile, unwilling to look at Christopher.

“Hi!” You chirped. Chapel’s brow raised at your countenance. 

“Hey,” She greeted, glancing between you and the Captain. “Are we too early to decorate?” 

“No! No, you’re right on time!” You couldn't stop your voice from raising in pitch, your hands fumbling with the ties on your apron. “We were just finishing up the frosting!” 

“O…kay.” The slow draw of the word told you that Christine knew that something was up, and you were certain that she would hound you for details later. You looked down as you tugged the apron off, just managing to catch Spock and Christine’s shared glance, and the sharp, speculative leap of Spock’s brow. But that didn’t matter at the moment. Right now, you had streamers to hang up, and a Captain’s eye to avoid. 

--  

“I’ll take care of those.” 

The sound of the Captain so close again made your stomach twist. 

The party had allowed you to shake off the feeling of Christopher so close, so warm, and so nearly what you’d been wanting for so long. You had sunk yourself into your friends and fellow crew, happily sung Happy Birthday to Erica, and indulged in some damn good cake, if you did say so yourself. You’d avoided the Captain’s eye, carefully skirted around him and eluded him as best you could—without being too conspicuous. Chapel had been keeping a close eye on the two of you; you were certain that she was suspicious of something, and that she and Una would have questions for you tomorrow. 

“No, it’s alright,” You shook your head, gaze set fastidiously on the dishes again. “I’m nearly through, anyway.” 

“...Alright.” His soft, resigned tone made your eyes slide closed for a moment. You sighed silently through your nose as you saw Christopher lift away the scant remainder of the cake, turning to the fridge to put it away. It was...Whatever. The moment between the two of you would surely be forgotten. You’d hold it dear, but whatever it was, it was over. What had the two of you even been thinking? 

It was a moment before you heard Christopher say, “There’s frosting left over?” 

“A little,” You nodded. “It’s been a while since I’ve had to make it, I kinda overshot how much we would need.” 

Christopher hummed thoughtfully. You glance back to see him taking the small container of leftover frosting. “What?” You frowned. 

“Just wondering what we ought to do with it.” 

You blinked at him dumbly, hands going still as you stared at him. 

“...We?” 

--  

You shivered at the swipe of the buttercream swept across your skin, chased by the heat of Christopher’s tongue lapping it up. You whimpered, curling your hand in his hair and pressing up against him as he panted softly against your skin. His hips rolled against yours, your legs dangling off of the counter as his arm hooked around your waist to keep you close, tenderly sucking and lapping the spot with his tongue. Your eyes caught on your discarded shirts further down the counter from where you were sitting, hoping that your pants may soon join them.

You reached back in a moment of boldness, undoing your bra and tossing it aside. Christopher groaned appreciatively, trailing his kisses down to the newly exposed skin. You heard the shift of the icing container beside you on the counter, chased by the chilling smear of buttercream on your hardening nipple. You gasped, arching your back and pressing against his tongue as he drew the sensitive bud into his mouth.

You grasped his icing-covered fingers, drawing them up and sucking them between your lips. Christopher’s hips jolted against yours, his head raising with a slick pop to watch you. You held his gaze, slipping your tongue between his fingers and bobbing your head slightly. You thrilled as Christopher’s eyelids fluttered, his kiss-blushed lips parting in shock. You pulled your fingers from his mouth, sweeping your tongue across his lips before slipping it into his mouth. You moaned into one another at the feeling, trading sugary kisses. You wrapped your legs around Christopher’s, giving him a light squeeze. You felt his hands slide down over your sides, fingers lingering at the band of your leggings. You broke the kiss, nose nudging against his as you nod. 

“Yes.” 

“Yeah?” 

You grinned as you heard his smile seeping through his tone. 

“Please.” 

--  

The heat of Christopher's body nearly negated the cold press of the counter beneath your back. His hands grasped your hips, using the hold to draw you onto his cock. Your breath was pushed out in rough pants, moaning and sighing with each thrust. You took in the flush that had risen in Christopher’s cheeks, his darkened, amorous eyes as he watched you. Strands of hair had sprung free from his neat coif, bowing over his forehead. You raised your hand, gently cupping his cheek as you held his eye. Your eyes wandered his chest, his arms braced and muscles bulging as he guided your hips. 

He let go of your hip, reaching down and swiping his fingers through your juices. You watched as he raised his fingers to his tongue, lapping at the wetness and grinning.

“Like I said,” He murmured, lowering his lips to yours again. “Perfectly sweet.”

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My Dear, Beautiful, Y/n | Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Pairing; Aaron Hotchner x GN!BAU! Reader

Notes; first one shot ever. Gender neutral, as most fics will be. This one I mostly focused on Aaron rather than the reader, I try to make sure the reader's personality and backstory is mostly open. Same with the ending, it's suggested but up for your imagination. (h/c) = hair colour (e/c) = eye colour. Masterlist

Warnings; blood, injury, bullet wounds, OOC (probably), hospitals and such, (most likely) inaccurate injury description and medical info, Cursing, Season 5 spoilers.

Summary; Reader and Aaron are in a relationship. Reader gets shot during a case causing Aaron to panic. Fluff 💚

"Listen, if he so much as lays a finger on you. Let any of the team know and I'll be in there as soon as I find out. Got it?" Aaron said as he looked into his partner's eyes. With each case that has passed since they started dating, the more concerned he grows. Losing his wife was hard enough on him, you couldn't let him lose you (let alone on the field.)

"Of course doll, I'll be fine. Always am." You place a kiss on his cheek before readying yourself to walk into the bar.

You had drawn the short straw to say the least. You fit the unsubs type to the t. From your (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes to your height and face shape. It shocked you when you first saw the victims. Aaron was considering putting you off the case because of it.

He watches as you walk in, all the rest of his agents were already in the building awaiting for the unsub to make a move. That left him and Rossi to sit outside in case the unsub tries to make a get away.

"What?"

"I said when are you going to propose to them! I'm surprised you haven't already."

"I don't…" he sighs again before adapting a more stern voice "I thought we agreed to not profile each other?"

"I wouldn't call that profiling merely a… uh observation" Rossi replies as he chuckles.

Aaron lets out another sigh. "I don't know when to propose. I can't seem to find the right moment, I want to make sure they love it and it's perfect for them."

"Well, I'm sure whatever you decide to do, they'll love it. Then again, that's advice coming from a man married three times."

Before Aaron could reply, a gunshot rang through the air. His team wouldn't dare shoot the unsub in a room that crowded, would they? "That doesn't fit the unsubs profile. Something's not right." Aaron says as he shuts the car door, rushing in while pushing past the people leaving the building in a panic.

There they were, his all so beautiful y/n sitting against the bar. A bullet wound in their side, the unsub had already feld but there wasn't a sight of Emily or Derek in the room either, chances were they were already hot on the unsubs heels.

"God damnit! Y/n! Look at me." Aaron said, as he dropped to his knees beside his partner.

"I'm sorry. I tried to take him down. I wasn't fast enough." Y/n stated, not too concerned about themselves but rather what would've happened if they weren't the one who got shot.

"It's okay. We're getting help." He glanced behind him. It seemed only he, Rossi, Spencer, and a few people trying to leave were in the room still. "Reid! What the hell are you doing! I need help here, don't just fucking stand there. Call an ambulance, anything!" Aaron yells in a fit of rage. He tried to keep pressure on the wound, it didn't seem to be bleeding as it would if the bullet nicked an artery.

"Aaron. Don't.. don't be mean to Spencer. He hasn't done shit." Y/n says through deep breaths, it was all they could do to keep themselves from breaking down. This wasn't the first time they got hurt on the field but it felt different. They never took a bullet to their side before. They couldn't hold it back anymore, they broke down in their lover's arms.

It was several minutes before an ambulance arrived, during those several minutes the unsub was caught and already in cuffs. Before Aaron got in the ambulance with y/n, he gave one last look to Rossi. He nodded, that was that.

Compared to other surgeries, this one was rather short and simple. Either the unsub was undereducated to the human body or Y/n got lucky. No matter, neither y/n nor Aaron could complain. When they finally opened their eyes after surgery, they were met with the view of their boyfriend, holding their hand while taking a nap on it.

"Hey handsome," y/n says groggily, now all they could think about is how badly they needed water.It took Aaron a few minutes to fully realize y/n was awake, when he did the first thing he said was if they needed anything. Hearing his question caused y/n to laugh a little. "Not at the moment. I might send you off in a second on a quest to get me some water though."

"It's good to see you're alright. God, you scared me." He said, concern quickly spreading over his face.

"I know," they place their hand on the side of his face while running their fingers through his hair "have you apologized to Spencer? That was harsh, I get you were scared but that was…. out of place even for you" Y/n replied with a frown.

"I have. I'm sorry baby" 'fuck it' "Y/n, I have a question for you"

Now that scared y/n, as stoic as Aaron might seem, it always seemed to melt around being around them. The stoic Aaron was back now though, acting like he did when y/n first got transferred to the BAU against his will. He fiddled with something in his pocket before continuing. "There's been this thing I've been meaning to talk to you about before I even got this case. I have to ask you." He pauses before kneeling before you. "My dear, beautiful, y/n, will you marry me?"

"Oh Aaron!"

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[creative-kny-fics]

Hello!! I was reviewing your profile and I found the hc of the uppermoons and I saw that you included the Hantengu clones (which I loved because I have a hyper fixation on them) do you have any ideas for tickle fic or drabble about them?? If there is no problem of course

I'm very glad you liked it! ^^ and yes, well, I was inspired by what I put in my HCs! So, I hope you like it!

Lers: Karaku, Urogi, Sekido

Lees: Karaku, Urogi, Aizetsu

'I tell you something? I'm bored! There's nothing to do, there's no one to bother or make fun of!'

Karaku lay down looking at the ceiling and groaning in boredom. 'Actually... I know of something we could do, of course... If you're brave enough to do it...'

'*gasp* HOW DARE YOU?! OF COURSE I DARE!', a preview, this will not end well for them...

No one complains about Aizetsu, he is an obedient boy, who will stay sitting if you give him an order or simply not meddle in other matters if necessary which is none of your business. 'Target located... Ready for attack?'

'MORE THAN READY!!'

'What was that...?', Aizetsu turned his head, he didn't see anyone, maybe it was just Karaku and Urogi making silly bets as always.

'SURPRISE!!'

'W-WHAT?!' Urogi held Aizetsu by his wrists and raised them, placing them above his head. 'What are you guys doing...?'

'Well we were bored, you looked very sad, it's OBVIOUS what we're doing~!'

Unlike Aizetsu, Sekido got angry when Karaku and Urogi made more noise than necessary, they seemed like two immature children and that made him angry (more than he always is)

'WHY SO MUCH LAUGHTER?! YOU CAN'T LIE BACK WITHOUT THOSE IDIOTS DOING STUPID SHIT!!', he stood up determined to hit them both until they decided to keep quiet.

He saw them both, or rather, he saw Urogi moving his wings strangely, but now that he was closer, it was a different laugh. If it wasn't Karaku or Urogi who were laughing... Then who was?

'WHY AHAHAREHE YOU TIHICKLIHING ME?! STOHOHOHOP THIHIS!!'

'We already told you! We were bored and you looked very sad, so this is like an exchange!' 'We take away your sadness and you take away our boredom. It's that simple!'

Sekido couldn't believe it, he sighed and approached them both, getting their attention by clearing his throat and thus freeing Aizetsu.

'O-oh! Hey Sekido, we were just playing, you know. Just... CATCH HIM UROGI!!' 'DEAL!!'

A look of disbelief formed on Sekido's face, he didn't plan on these two continuing with their annoying antics, especially if he was involved.

Every attempt they made to try to take down Sekido was in vain, the only ones who fell to the ground were them. 'Well, I guess it's my turn now, right?'

Aizetsu got up a few seconds after the attack ended, the first thing he saw when he woke up was how Urogi and Karaku began to fight against Sekido in the air, all so that Sekido would win and both would now end up doing their business.

He approached the three, mainly because he was worried, the fall had been high. 'AHAHIZEHEHTSU!! HEHEHELP UHUHUHUS!!'

'WE PROHOHOMISE NOHOHOT AHAHAHAHA TO TIHHIHICKLE YOU AHAHAGAHAHAHAIN!!', Aizetsu refused, he has heard that phrase so many times that he knows it is a total lie.

Besides, he knew that Sekido would be pissed off by the same laughter he was causing, so he saw no need to help. 'They will be fine...' he thought while still hearing laughter and screams.

[remy2fang]

TOXICITY was a Future Sneak Peak of the SF6 Story

This three-part story was published on the official Capcom site back in February 16, 2018, which was exactly 2 years after SFV was released. During that same time, development of Street Fighter 6 began, starting with a 92-page proposal. Most projects tend to change their plans. But for SF6, the entire plan was mostly intact, so not much has changed from the proposal.

Going back to TOXICITY, most people saw this story as an introduction to A.K.I., a new character for Street Fighter 6. That is in itself true, and it is neat that we knew of her back many years ago. I know for sure I was curious about her ever since I started my F.A.N.G craze back in summer 2019. But Toxicity provided more than just teasing a future SF6 character. Toxicity is a 2018 glimpse of the setting and story that would unfold in SF6. Most of it was teased on the first chapter.

Toxicity sets the vibe of streets and gangs, particularly of organized crime in which F.A.N.G is a part of for almost the entirety of his life. The game itself has a strong streets theme and has a number of gangs in World Tour mode that includes Mad Gear, Canary Crates, Crows, and some others.

It is said in Toxicity that F.A.N.G goes by many names, which holds true in SF6. Not only does he go by Fang Fei when you meet him in Metro City, but he also goes by Foo when he sends texts messages to you when you’re doing the Neo Shadaloo mission from the Akuma update. If you didn’t notice it while playing this side quest, yes, Foo is F.A.N.G. His profile pic gave it away with the hat, the double O’s for the glasses, the F for his head and frame, and the purple smoke background. Also, he has a fixation on getting M. Bison info and not caring about Neo Shadaloo (the AKI mission showed that he’s not in good terms with JP). Furthermore, the speech pattern sounds very FANG-like lol.

Speaking of M. Bison, if anyone is shocked, surprised, or upset that he’s coming back, I gotta tell you that this too was mentioned in the Toxicity story. That was in 2018. It’s said that F.A.N.G wanted to revive Shadaloo, and that still holds true when playing A.K.I.’s arcade mode. Not only does FANG wanted to revive the organization, but he believes that Bison isn’t truly dead. At first I thought of Bison’s spirit, because that’s what we saw in SFV through Ed’s story mode. That’s not the case. Bison was resurrected. He is now alive, roaming around the world on a horse that he revived (I see a theme here). F.A.N.G is right. Bison isn’t dead after all.

Also, look at this illustration here. See what F.A.N.G is wearing around his neck? That emblem used to be on M. Bison’s hat. And where is his hat? At the Neo Shadaloo ruined lab stage. Toxicity throwback right here.

After finishing the Neo Shadaloo side quest, if you go to the Suval'hal Arena in Nayshall at night, you’ll see a former Doll Trainee. Unlike the other hopeful Dolls that you find at the same location during the day, this one is jaded and chose to work for F.A.N.G when he found her. This begs the question, how many subordinates does F.A.N.G really have? Not only does he have A.K.I. and this Doll, but he also has contacts with moles within Neo Shadaloo. He also collaborates with Experimental Subject Lee, who was a victim of Neo Shadaloo. Go figure, this Lee guy was freed from a bad guy and then end up working with another lol. If people are amazed that FANG can round up people for his evil cause, don’t be. In Toxicity, F.A.N.G was already an influential figure in the criminal underworld long before he joined Shadaloo. He used fear and power to command respect. Now that Shadaloo is “no more,” FANG went back to that life of gangs and crime, but uses civility instead of intimidation. With FANG selling medicine on the streets and how the Doll described how she joined him, it seems to go in line with what was said in Toxicity with his more “kinder” approach.

(Don’t mind my A.K.I. avatar mod lol)

I must also mention that there’s another group, but it’s not clear if they’re associated with F.A.N.G or not. Their organization is called “The Poison Appreciator's Assassination Research Society.” They’re around Haggar Stadium at night in Metro City. They use code names like Pufferfish, Scorpion, Platypus, Urchin, and 20 other poisonous animals. They also look like FANG with their black outfits, hats, and shades. Even though they have a poison theme going on, their fighting style isn’t poisonous at all. They all use a generic fighting style and throw ranches at you. Oddly enough, they never mentioned about FANG nor some kind of poison leader. And FANG didn’t mention about them either. A.K.I. is aware about this group, but from the sounds of it, only by word of mouth. So she’s not close to them. It could be possible that this organization of assassins formed independently without knowing FANG.

That’s all the Toxicity stuff I can think of that end up going into SF6 itself. It’s a F.A.N.G-centric story, but the A.K.I. dlc summarized parts of it from her point of view. She mentioned how she met F.A.N.G and that she got her name from him. But she didn’t mention about his special dagger (I still wonder if that’s gonna show up later in SF6?). She also said that she can’t be “emotionally” attached to him because of the nature of their profession, even though she secretly loves him. Someday they might kill each other if such a time comes. In Toxicity, it is said that FANG was ordered to kill his “brothers” that he used to care so deeply about. And that in itself “robbed him of his emotions.” I doubt AKI would kill FANG in SF6 because that would throw off the AKI dlc stuff in WT and the whole point of her character in SF6 is being a FANG loyalist. The ultimate face off would probably happen in a later game. But not in SF6. Good, I don’t want FANG to go just yet…hopefully I’m not speaking too soon on this!

Regarding about A.K.I.’s “brother” in Toxicity, FANG assumed the two of them were siblings from his point of view. From AKI’s memory in SF6, she tagged along with other impoverished kids on the streets as they steal, mug, and pickpocket to survive. The “brother” she was with is actually just another kid. They’re not related. I had to lay this out because I noticed people were still asking about the “brother.”

In the end, I think it’s neat that we had a little taste of SF6 years ago through a F.A.N.G-centric story. Who knows, maybe more things will arise in later dlc. I still want to see F.A.N.G’s dagger in SF6. Even Rashid unintentionally made a metaphor of it!

(Don’t mind the hot Rashid mod I’m using!)

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When You Call Them “Love”

Paring: you x &Team

Genre: fluff, romance

Synopsis: You have a crush on your close friend but you are scared of confessing to him. So you like to give out clues and one day you decided to prank them calling them "love" just to see their reactions.

Kei/K

You are in school and inside the library. You had your computer and coffee of Starbucks on the table. Besides you were with your best boy-friend K working on his computer too. "Love, can you pass me the book over there?" You asked your eyes focus on the computer. "Sure," he said calmly as he pass you the book.  After a few seconds passed, K was looking at you weirdly. "Did you say Love to me? You said Love can you pass me the book..." He asked with a flirty look. "What are you talking about?" You pretended not to know, your attention on the computer.

FUMA

You saw Fuma sitting next to you on the bench. You look down at your phone pretending you did not notice he was there. So you prepared yourself to tell him the next thing. "Love? Read this meme!" you laughed showing him your phone. But before he would look at your phone he look at you dead serious in your eyes. "What?" You asked confused. "Love? Really?" He asked raising an eyebrow. "Ohhhh Fuma! I was talking to myself, I read something romantic so that's why...gosh why would you even think that!" You hit his arm laughing ridiculously. Yuma just grins at your weirdness.

NICHOLAS

You are at the gym with your best friend Nico! He is a professional dancer and you wanted him to teach you some dances for exercise. " 1,2,3 left, 1,2,3 right! Love pass me the water bottle please " you shouted as you were dancing by yourself and Nico was watching you. He furrowed his eyebrows down together in confusion. "What you said?" He asked. "Pass me my water bottle! I'm thirsty!" You yelled. I must've misunderstood then. He passes you the bottle. "Thank you love" you mumbled. "What?!" He run towards you and you got scared. "Did you call me love?" He asked trying not to smile. "What?! I say thank you ha! HA! Can't you see I'm breathless?" You turn around from him secretly smiling.

EJ/EUIJOO

You walk beside him wishing how you can hold his hand right now. Both of you walk inside the classroom to get your backpacks. "Love, thank you for the cookies! I loved it!" You said happily and secretly waiting for his response. "Yeah, I know they were really good..." he smiled kindly busy with his backpack. You were confused but you thought maybe he did not hear it. "EJ my love, do you think we should go to Kei's party next week?" You asked again. Suddenly he slowly looks at you and grins shyly. "EJ my love?" He questioned wanting to laugh. "What? I did not-" you laughed failing. " why!!" EJ screamed feeling embarrassed too.

YUMA

You leaned your head against his arm. Both of you watched the soccer game in which your friends participated. You look up at his pretty profile side and smile. "They're playing good! Love, when are you going to play soccer with them too?" You asked. He looks at you in surprise, then confused, then he starts to blush all in seconds. "U-uh I don't know when b-but I want to- why you called me love?" He asked his attention fully on you. "Huh? When did I call you love?" You asked pretending to be confused. " you just did! I heard it clearly!" He said feeling so sure of what he heard. " of course not, you probably misheard my words, focus on the game you dummy" you laugh. Yuma focus back on the game but his mind was repeating the words you said.

JO

"Love pass me the ball!" You jumped waiting for Jo to give you the ball. Once he reaches to grab it he looks so confused. Did she just say, love? To me? He asked himself but decided to shrug it off. So he passes the ball. "Love, you're doing great!" You said once again. He ignores it. Third attempt. "LOVE!! L-O-V-E! Love-". "What do you want! Stop calling me love!" He whined feeling annoyed by you.

HARUA

You sat next to him in class today. You two were doing an assignment together. " so love, find the x and y value of this problem..." Harua immediately looks up at you. "Okay love," he smiled going with the flow. You couldn't help to laugh. You completely failed.

TAKI

" TAKI, what does it says here?" You asked him pointing at the board where you wrote LOVE. "It says, love?" He questioned. You clapped your hands feeling proud of him...sarcasm. "Great job Love!" You shouted on purpose. Taki laugh with you but soon he notice what you said. "Great job love? Did you call me love?" He asked feeling confused although a smile linger on his lips. "Yeah, great job LOVE! As in you said "love" correctly!" You explained. "Ohhh...." He scratched his head still feeling confused.

MAKI

" Love, tell me if this dress could look good on me," you asked showing the dresses on your phone's screen. "Wait wait, did you just call me love?" He asked his cheeks turning a pink shade. "I did? I mean I do tell my closest friends"my love "you said. " Not to me and I'm a close friend...it's the first time I hear it from you " he questioned. "Fine if you don't want me to tell you that again I won't!" You looked away. "Fine then...call me love," he smiled. You blushed. I can call my crush my love~~

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Multifandom - Types of Yandere

Look up -> this <- post if you want closer information about the respective Type!

Fandoms: AoT, SAW, Marvel, HxH, Hellsing, Soul Eater, DC, HtGAwM, TLotR

Warnings: Probably every Red Flag you can imagine.

A/N: Obviously the alignment is purely subjective and many of the characters fit more than one profile.

Missing your Favourite? Tell me which Type they are!

Reiner Braun - Clingy:

After so many of his comrades have fallen in battle, it's not surprising that Reiner is terribly afraid of losing his s/o as well. This is also the reason why it's impossible for your relationship to make any progress, since he sees any change as potential danger.

At first you'll be very persistent in your attempt to get him to open up, but as soon as you're aware of his past, you're basically being held an emotional hostage. Whatever you might do that doesn't please him, he'll guilt trip you into behaving just the way he expects you to.

Since he is already burdened with a huge load of different types of trauma, most likely the relationship the two of you have will be a trauma bond as well. So you'll most likely have close to nothing in common other than the fact that you understand each other's pain.

Reiner is delusioned when it comes to seeing you as his ideal partner, just because of the fact that you can endure the burden of his mental state. He rather loves the idea of being loved by you instead of seeing you as an actual person.

With you constantly having to care for Reiner as some kind of moral support, this relationship leaves you overwhelmed and exhausted most of the time - while at the same time you feel guilty for feeling this way. Most likely your private life will have to suffer for it, leaving you with no real perspective for the future.

"W-What do you mean you need space? Y/N, I-I can't- I don't know what I'd do if you don't stay with me tonight! What can I do to make you stay? I'd do anything! Please, remember what we've been through. You can't leave me just like that!"

Detective Mark Hoffman - Obsessive:

After having met you, the very little humanity Mark had buried deep inside of him would resurface - but with the person he had become, there's no way that this would lead to anything good.

It might just be a small act of kindness you've shown him in this otherwise cruel world that had broken this man, which made him ultimatively obsessed with you. He'll fight those feelings at the beginning, knowing he's undeserving and being with him would put you in danger, since there's no going back from how deep he was already in Jigsaw's schemes.

His fantasies with you will soon develop into detailed plans, all of in which he ends up being your knight in a shining armor. The most likely being him putting you into a self-made Jigsaw trap just to safe you shortly after, or even kidnapping you with the thought of 'protecting' you and hoping that you'll fall for him eventually.

So before you even remotely consider him an option, Mark already knows every single detail about you. From your point of view, your relationship will develop so easy and naturally, yet little did you know that it's solely due to his manipulation.

"Shh...keep your sweet little mouth shut. No one can hear you anyway. You have no idea yet how much you mean to me. I promise, you'll soon beg me to kiss you."

Frank Delfino - Possessive:

While Frank may appear distanced and afraid of commitment at first, as soon as you'd break the walls he had built around him there's no going back for any of you.

There's two different sides to his personality, one being the perfectly calm and composed man that'd get the job done - whatever you'd ask from him, he'd go to any lenght to fullfill your wish. On the other hand he is a very sensitive person that easily becomes overly dependant.

Frank craves a deep and intimate relationship with his s/o and wants that person to know him inside and out. However, that dream of starting a normal life seems almost impossible with his kind of background.

He has a very traditional view of himself as your caregiver and tries to support you while simultaneously manipulating your life in a way that benefits your shared future, including getting certain people out of your way.

With a life as chaotic as his, you'll get pulled right into his criminal schemes, even though he'd do anything to prevent it. And while he certainly wants to become a better person and would never harm you in any way, there's a sinister side to him that destroys everything and everyone that might threaten your relationship.

"Please, Y/N. You need to understand! There was no other way! All I did was only for our sake! I'd never willingly put you in danger! I'd make the whole world my enemy just to know you safe!"

Illumi Zoldyck - Manipulative:

The thing with Illumi is that he will have this ideal image of you in mind that you will never be able to catch up to - which carrys a heavy penalty whenever he is especially disappointed in your behavior.

You won't even be able to notice how heavy his influence on you was from the very first second, for he'll be starting off very subtle. The range goes from sabotaging your work over threatening your family to ultimatively getting rid of every person he deemed bothersome.

In the end, the life you had built will completely collapse - except for Illumi, who remains as your only companion.

The man has a very narrowminded idea as how your shared life will proceed, and gets easily irritated with every aberration. And being an assassin with an extremely background, his ways of making you obey will be especially ruthless. Abduction, complete isolation, even diverse methods of torture, nothing is off limits.

At the end you'd be so lonely and broken that you crave for the breadcrumbs of affection he might give you if you behave.

I'm certain that at some point, because it's simply impossible to please him, Illumi will not hesitate to put a needle in your brain to achieve his goal of total subservience.

"C'mon. Crying because of your family again? Pathetic. You don't need anyone else but me, right? Everyone will leave you eventually, but I stayed. That's more than enough. I thought my teachings have opened your eyes - you could be so much more than that."

Thranduil- Overprotective:

Due to his long life, Thranduil has made quite his own fair share of negative experiences - pain and loss being his steady companions. Though he might appear cold on the outside, the deep love he holds for his s/o easily overpowers his usual rationality.

With his charming demeanor as well as his calculating intelligence, it is easy for him to control every single aspect of your life - and while you probably realize the changes, you don't mind them at all, maybe even thinking that it was your own wish.

In the end, you're basically never allowed to leave the Woodland Realm, being provided with everything you need by Thranduil first hand. Even the servants assisting you he'd pick with the utmost criticism, and they're constantly supervising you, leaving you without any ounce of privacy.

He'll never leave your side, thinking you to be way more fragile than you actually are and always downplaying your achievements, fearing it might lead to you wanting more freedom.

"You're my empress, Y/N, and everyone shall treat you accordingly. There's no need to prove your worth. We'll rule together and achieve eternal peace in our kingdom. Give in to me completely, and you get whatever you desire."

Franken Stein - Sadistic:

Being a man of science makes Stein's ways of tormenting you more sophisticated than the others, yet not less terrifying.

What's worst about his abuse however is that afterwards he instantly shifts back to his calm and collected self. He might not regret it either way, but it's heartbreaking to watch the man that had made you endure so much pain is now tending to your wounds, whispering sweet affirmations.

He tries to keep it together for your sake, he really does. It's just that his madness amplifies exponentially with his love for you - his sweet little lab rat.

How can he hold back when curiosity gets the better of him? After all, you're his biggest secret yet to unveil, and he wants to know you inside and out.

Stein wants to know literally everything about you, even the worst parts. He'll thankfully accept every reaction your mind and body will show him, amazed to see you surpass your limits over and over again. And oh, he would lie if he'd say that this tear-stained face of you doesn't incite something deep inside of him.

Don't worry, he can fix this - like he always does.

Sinister Strange - Delusional:

"Shit...I might've went too far this time. But oh, you outdid yourself once again! Taking everything so bravely for me...You're simply amazing to break."

After having spent an agonizing eternity in this collapsed universe he himself had caused and was never able to leave, all there was left for Strange was to reminisce in the little pleasant memories of you.

Even resorting to forbidden magic, the only thing left for Strange is dwelling in the brief moments of dreamwalking into different universes where the two of you lead the life he could never have - which only further feeds his irrational desire to regain what he had lost.

Against all laws of nature and moral, Stephen will spend every single second of his existence to cross those borders. If he cannot leave, then he at least made a variant of you stay - no matter the consequences.

To him, it doesn't matter that you're not his original Y/N. The borders between realities dissipate in his broken mind, all that's left being his irrational fixation. Whether you're leaving a perfect old life behind, if you had a past with the Stephen of your universe, or how you'd react to having to spend the rest of your life alone with your abductor, he'll overcome any obstactle just to have you close - may you love him or not.

"No no no, Y/N, don't cry! It's me, Stephen! Don't you remember me? It's okay, I know this is much. But we'll work this out together! From now on, I won't let anyone take you from me again..."

Joker -Self-indulgent:

The Joker sees himself as more than a person and wants to be treated accordingly. So no matter how much effort, even if you pour your whole heart and soul into pleasing him, it will never be enough.

He won't even try to hide the fact that your relationship is nothing more but an obstacle for his plans. In his eyes, those feelings for you make him weak, ordinary, human - unworthy for someone as great as him.

You're literally a ressource only of any worth if you provide for him, so you'll constantly be on edge because you need to perform accordingly. The few breadcrumbs of affection you're getting are leaving you so addicted that you'd even gladly accept  punishment rather than those phases of being treated like nothing.

While as soon as you lack, the Joker might dispose of you, it'll never be for long. Everytime you're gone he realizes what he misses and get's you back to still those narcissistic desires.

"C'mon. It goes without saying that the Crimeprince of Gotham would only accept the most finest partner at his side. You know we're like a thunderstorm meeting a tornado, my love. Made for each other, and yet too strong not to clash."

Alucard - Impulsive:

As a basically invincible eldritch being, Alucard is used to getting whatever he wants, whenever he wants it - I mean, who would stop him?

Because his almost immortal existence can be excruciatingly boresome at times, he is certainly not the type to have a domestic relationship with, let alone stable in any way. Just as his mood, his desires and interests can change on a whim - so it's no wonder that he tends to drastic measures to keep the relationship alive.

While on rare occasions the vampire might show genuine romantical feelings towards you, most of the time his focus lies solely on entertainment purposes. May it be to kidnap you, purposefully getting you in danger or simply cut off all contact to see how you'd sink into despair, the list of possibilities is endless - but hey, at least you'll always get rewarded in the end.

You can't endure his erratic nature anymore, thinking it destroys you? Well, too bad for you: Leaving is no option. For the only thing that enrages him more than you being boring, is not having you around anymore.

At some point, may it be due to an outburst of his or when something not going according to plan, leaving you on the brink of death, Alucard is certain to turn you into a Ghoul - only afterwards realizing the consequences of what he had done.

"Oh, my dear, I almost felt tempted to congratulate you for the pityful scene. Did you really think I was leaving you this time? No. I was watching all this time, from the shadows. You're mine, I'm not going anywhere."