#idk painting is tough and I get tired

[effen-draws]

Some intellect concept paintings for the fourth chapter of the swap fic!! I originally just wanted to do some sketches for a all of swap!Kim's skills (since I've had rough drafts for them for over month now) but I got... very carried away. So yeah you get some paintings instead!

Here's a little doodle I made in between painting:

[dollfacefantasy]

Restless Dreams

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: leon gets home late after another hard day at work to you having some extra sweet dreams.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, fingering, somnophilia, wet dream

word count: 3.6k

a/n: hey everyone!! hope you all enjoy this :) i guess i've been into soft leon with somno lately idk LOL. i was kind of tired myself when writing/editing this, so forgive any errors pretty please. new divider from here. thank you for any comments and reblogs <3

tags: @sleepyluxe @kaitkatme @tosuckmyweenis @pupthepokemonenthusiast @bizzarethirst @death-paint @petitecolibri @iron-toxinz @wildest-dreams-at-midnight @nexysworld @explorevenus

“So what time do you think you’re gonna get here?” you ask before blowing on the drying polish that coats your nails.

“My shift finishes up at 12, and then I gotta file some reports. I’ll probably be done at 1, so not too long after that,” Leon explains through the phone. Despite his attempt to lay it out for you, there’s still a pause, one he came to recognize as your reaction of displeasure. A smile plays on his lips. “But you know the real answer is as soon as I can.”

You look down at your phone on your vanity, a pout forming on your face. Obviously, it wasn’t his fault he had to work so much now. He’d warned you when he started at the police station a few months ago, but it didn’t prepare you for how much you’d miss him.

It made you feel dumb, that nagging, achy feeling of longing in your chest. It wasn’t like he was off to war or something. You still saw him almost everyday. But more and more of his time was consumed by work now. Even when he was with you, he was often exhausted. 

Sometimes all you could think about his new job was that he was your boyfriend, not theirs. You’d mentally scold yourself for being so immature when that happened, but the sentiment still lingered in your head.

“Ok…” you say, trying to keep your voice neutral. He hears the dejection in your tone though.

“Baby,” he coos in that voice that sent warmth through your spine and got you to agree with everything he said, “You know I’d rather be with you. I’m just new and have to take the time to learn. Plus, with the caseload and the number of officers here, they need me at the station.”

“I need you more,” you say. You try to pass it off as playfulness, but it comes from real feelings. Your heart was beginning to tense with resentment for the RPD for taking him away so much. You knew the job meant a lot to him though which is why you would never unleash your admittedly petty frustrations.

A low laugh leaves him, and you can hear that loving smirk on his face as his voice comes through your phone’s speaker.

“Do you now? You’re really missing me that much?” he teases, leaning back in the driver’s seat of his cruiser. 

He knew that you did in fact miss him that much. And even though, since starting at the police station, he tried to project the image of a tough guy, he missed you just as much. That’s why he started calling you during lulls in his shift.

“Mhm. It’s not fair. It’s like I’m sharing you with the station. And I don’t like sharing,” you say with an exaggerated huff.

“Oh, I know you don’t,” he chuckles. He sighs happily, checking the time to calculate how much time was left before he could have you in his arms again. “But not much longer, baby. Then you get me all to yourself for the whole weekend.”

“I better,” you grumble with a smile.

“I promise you will,” he says genuinely. A light on his dashboard flickers, alerting him that his attention is needed elsewhere. “Just don’t stay up too late waiting for me tonight, ok? Your rest is important.”

“Seeing you is more important,” you respond.

“I know, but I prefer my girl when she’s not all cranky and sleep deprived. So try tonight, sweetheart. For me?” he asks.

“I guess,” you concede. Your heart already aches, knowing he’s about to hang up.

“I love you, baby,” he says softly, “I’ll see you later.”

“I love you too,” you tell him before he disconnects the call.

The silence that falls over your room makes it feel even more empty. You tap the glass screen of your phone, scanning for the time before you finish getting ready for bed. Your mouth curves downward when the numbers light up on the screen.

Only 10:30. Too much time till you’ll hear him come through your front door, but it’s not like you can do anything about it. You haphazardly go through the rest of your routine before dragging yourself over to your bed and getting in.

Sliding between the soft pink sheets, you flop down against your pillow and stare at the ceiling as you contemplate how to kill the time. Nothing grabs your interest because none of it’s him. It’s all just filler.

And worst of all, you were starting to feel sleepy. You wanted to wait up for Leon so badly, but you also went through a whole day of your own that tired you out. Plus, your bed was just so comfy with your plush blankets and full pillows, stuffed animals and frilly decorative cushions scattered on one side.

Thinking it would help to keep your eyes actively focused on something, you try to read. Your eyes scan over the words, and it isn’t long before you realize you’d made a horrible mistake. Moving your eyes along the page only made them more drowsy.

Next you turn on the tv and put on something you didn’t really have to pay attention to. But the soft glow of the tv casts across you and the low chatter of the characters becomes background noise, making it even harder for you to keep your eyes open.

You lazily reach across your bed and grab the bunny stuffie Leon had bought for you a few weeks prior. Tucking it beneath your chin and close to your chest, your drooping eyes fall shut and your breaths become soft and even. Barely any time has gone by before you’re sinking into slumber.

Leon glances down at his phone, the small numbers illuminating 2:04 in the darkness of the hallway. He enters your place with the key you gave him and shuts the door as quietly as possible. He knows you’re sleeping from seeing the dark bedroom. Already feeling guilty for taking longer than he’d expected, he didn’t want to add to that feeling by waking you up.

He makes his way to your room, padding silently down the hall. Once he reaches the door, he pushes it open with almost no force in an attempt to avoid even the slightest creak. You’re where he expected you to be, curled up in your bed, completely peaceful as you slept. He knew he probably looked like a little lovesick puppy right about now, eager to hop into bed and snuggle up to your side, but he didn’t care.

It takes him no time to shed his police uniform. He makes quick work of unlacing his boots and kicking them off. His pants and shirt crumple up at the foot of your bed next to his belt and socks. Finally, once he’s got on a pair of sweatpants he kept at your place, he climbs into bed with you.

He shoves your stuffies and extra pillows out of his way with a playful roll of his eyes and gets as close to you as he can. His arm drapes over you, and he nuzzles the back of your neck, planting a few kisses on the base of your head. You smelled so good, felt so soft, perfect to come home to.

His body melts into the mattress, and he’s ready to give into his own urges to sleep. That is until he notices you’re not as peaceful as you appeared from the doorway. His eyebrows raise as he feels your legs squirming. Restless movements from your feet beneath the covers and your thighs shifting aimlessly against each other.

He’s ready to brush it off at first. ‘Must just be having some wild dreams,’ he thinks with another kiss to your head. But then he hears the faintest sound, so quiet that he probably would have missed it had he been focused on anything else. It’s a whimper. A gentle, tender squeak that slips from between your lips into the cool air of your bedroom.

Now, his face conveys his concern. He worries you’re having a nightmare. That at any moment you’ll wake up with tears in your eyes and your heart pounding out of your chest. Immediately, he begins stroking your arm, kissing your temple, murmuring “It’s ok, baby. I’m here.”

But you make that little noise again, and this time it paints a different picture in Leon’s head. This whimper didn’t sound scared or stressed, like you were crying out for his protection. No, this sound brought to mind images of you writhing beneath him, nails marking his biceps with small crescents as he pumped himself in and out of you.

He shakes his head because that couldn’t be it. That’s just his horny mind creating things that aren’t there from being so pent up.

At least that’s what he tells himself until you make the noise again. It brings the same memories up, but this time he’s even more sure of it. He lifts his head off of yours to look down at you and try to figure out what to do next.

You look so cute, brows slightly furrowed, lips parted. As he brushes some hair from your face, he notices your fingers clutching your stuffed rabbit a little tighter. Your breath hitches for a moment before you let out a soft, sleepy whine of his name.

It’s unmistakable now what’s going on. He smirks and traces a finger over your lips. The pad of his index finger drags on your bottom lip slightly, turning your mouth into that pout he loved so much. He leans and kisses your cheek as you whine again.

“Please.”

He chuckles at how needy you sound even in your sleep, but at the same time, your voice has blood rushing to his cock while his head swirls with desire. He shifts his own hips, subtly pressing his erection against your ass. His eyes flutter at the minute pleasure. He grows more bold, and his hand rubs your hip before coasting up your side to your chest, giving your breast a gentle squeeze.

You whimper louder and squirm. He squeezes again softly while lowering his head to your neck to lay some tender kisses on the side of your throat. His palm leaves your tits and smooths down over your tummy in the direction of your shorts.

Cautiously, he maneuvers his hand past the waistband and dips into your panties. He cups your pussy, feeling the heat radiating off the area. A single finger slides between your folds in almost an exploratory touch. He feels your slick all over his digit. Clearly, this dream was a pretty good one.

He begins to use another finger, sliding the two up and down through your wetness. You roll onto your back, your breasts rising and falling as your breath gets heavier. Your thighs spread a little as if you subconsciously sensed his presence between your legs.

In your dreams, Leon was doing a lot more than rubbing you with his fingers. After you had fallen asleep, it felt like no time had passed. All of the sudden you were just on the table in your dining room, spread out for his rapture. 

You didn’t realize you were dreaming, everything felt so real. To you, he was really there, looking down at you with those loving yet lecherous eyes. Hands roaming your exposed body, lips caressing your skin all over. Everything seemed light and airy while also feeling heavy and thick. Your head, filled with clouds, slipped in and out of the moment. The sensation of him rutting his cock between your thighs and sliding inside of you was your reality at the moment.

In actual reality, Leon continues to move his fingers slowly, swiping them over your entrance and taking them back up to circle your clit. You mewl when he applies some pressure, sending sparks through you. Your squirming becomes more motivated, and he can tell your drifting away from your restful sleep back toward consciousness.

“I’m right here, sweetheart. I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his voice huskier with arousal this time around.

You hear his voice in your dreams. The deep rumble enters your ears as you envision his hips pistoning into your wanting cunt. You mumble something in response, but he can’t understand the sleepy babbling. He rubs your clit a little harder with some more speed. You twitch in response, yet your eyes remain closed.

“I know, baby. I know it feels so good,” he coos and kisses behind your ear.

More incoherent words fall from your mouth. He sucks love bites into your neck, and you tilt your head back, craving more of that feeling. The dream version of him began mimicking the actions of the real Leon as you neared waking.

Whining louder, your fingers dig into the smooth fur of your plush bunny before letting it go. He nips at the sensitive skin of your throat as his fingers travel down and push inside your heat.

The feeling rips a moan from you and causes your eyes to open. Your back arches as he works them deeper. Your hips wriggle a little as you make sense of what’s happening.

“Leon?” you whimper. Your sleepy eyes struggle to stay open after being torn from the fog of sleep.

“That’s right, baby. It’s just me. You were having some nice dreams, weren’t you, pretty girl?” he says.

“Mhm,” you hum mindlessly.

“About me?” he teases, eyes watching your body fidget with the pleasure you felt.

“About you,” you confirm before he leans down and kisses your lips. They were so soft against his own. He slowly moves his mouth with yours and languidly slides his tongue against yours.

You moan into the kiss as his fingers curl within you and hit your favorite spot. Your feet lightly kick at the sensation. Your hips rise a little as you feel the flood gates holding your release about to break.

You’re too sleepy to tell him out right, but he knows the signs. He keeps working you there until your body seizes and arches off the bed. You let out a throaty moan and turn your head to bury your face against his shoulder.

“There you go. Let it all out, sweetheart,” he whispers and kisses your head.

You ride out the high on his hand, and by the time you’re done, you’re ready to fall asleep again. Your mind is hazy with the fog of release. You’re drifting off as your body settles without even realizing it.

You’re only yanked back to reality by Leon scooping you up into his lap. He’s sitting with his back to the headboard, and he situates you between his thighs, back against his chest. His arms keep you caged in nice and close, safe and warm.

“Don’t fall asleep again just yet, babydoll,” he murmurs while kissing up your neck.

Your head lolls back against his shoulder. The fight to stay awake gets a little easier as his hand returns to your soaked panties. He doesn’t tease this time, just slides in two fingers and starts moving them in and out.

The new angle makes you squirm and whine, but he holds you tight in place with his free arm.

“Gotta work you open, honey. Can’t just slide my dick in you with no warm up,” he says with a smirk.

His voice pulls you towards lucidity a little more. Your hands wrap around his free arm for support while your hips instinctively roll into his blissful touch.

“I missed you,” you choke out between gasps and whimpers.

“I know you did,” he teases, grinning against your throat. His cock throbs against the small of your back as his ears latch onto the sound of your slick around his fingers. “Came home to cuddle with my sweet girl, and I find her having such dirty dreams.”

Your cheeks heat up as you start to piece together what had happened. You fully realize now that your escapade on the kitchen table was entirely in your mind. You feel embarrassed for a moment, but the feeling dies pretty quick as you rapidly approach the edge for a second time.

“Not my fault,” you whimper shyly.

He chuckles and kisses your temple once more. “I know it’s not. If anything, it’s mine. I think I’ve been neglecting my baby,” he says with a mocking lilt in his voice.

You cry out as his fingers brush against those same spots that brought you to the finish last time. Your hips twitch, and you grip his thighs as your peak rises within you. Moments later your cumming all over his fingers, sucking in a harsh breath as a second release courses through you, even more intense then the last.

His free arm keeps you secure against his chest while rubbing your side soothingly. The heel of his other palm roughly massages your clit as his fingers pump in and out.

“Good girl,” he coos, “That’s it, just one more and then I can put you to sleep how you deserve.”

As soon as you seem to be coming down, Leon lifts you up again, tugging your clothes off and moving your body around like a doll to get you in the position he wants. You were definitely more pliant after two orgasms, but you could also see how his training had been paying off. Maybe this new job wasn’t all bad.

He has you on your back now, thighs against your chest and knees hooked over his arms. Again, he had no patience to tease right now, so after pushing his sweats down to mid thigh, he takes his cock and slides it in you with no hesitation. He groans as your hole takes him in, your walls pulsing around him even after he bottoms out.

“So wet. I can just slide right in,” he mumbles as his own hips twitch.

Your eyes droop at the stretch. It always felt so satisfying, having him buried balls deep in you. As close as he could possibly be. No fear of him leaving or pain of being separated. You whine and reach up to pull him closer.

He follows along and rests his face against your neck as he begins thrusting. You hear him panting right in your ear. His hands grip your hips so hard you know there’ll be marks.

“Perfect pussy’s made for me,” he grunts while snapping his hips, “Miss it every second I’m not inside it.”

You nod lazily as you continue to clamp down around him. After two releases, you didn’t even feel a building ecstasy anymore, just a constant stream of pleasure.

“Leon,” you whine, “Harder. Wanna feel it.”

He moans at your plea but indulges you, grabbing you harder, pressing your legs higher, filling you deeper.

“Wanna be sore after, don’t you, sweetheart? Want a reminder of me while I’m at work. Something to tide you over till I can do this again. Won’t have to rely on dreams then, right?” he says.

“Yeah,” you whimper. Your bed creaks as he picks up the pace, but your moans mask the sound as they grow in volume.

He fucks into you over and over, stoking the flames within himself, trying to build to that explosion. You were so tight, so warm. He hums another low moan and whimpers softly as he feels it right there. He gasps softly before holding you tighter and muttering in your ear.

“Ready for another one, honey? Gonna be the last one and then we’ll get you comfy and off to sleep.”

“Yeah,” you moan again, unable to say much else.

“Good… good girl,” he moans before his hips buck wildly and he finally releases.

You finish for a third time. You cling to him tight as the euphoria washes over you again. Locking your legs around his hips, you keep your face pressed to the warm skin of his neck as it goes through you. You feel the hot flood of cum he fucks into you. His chest is heaving now too as he recovers from the high.

He stays on top of you for a moment before pulling out. You cling harder upon losing that full feeling. He smiles at your desire to be close to him and gives you one more kiss before sitting up.

“So sweet to me, baby. I hope that made up for the late night,” he whispers and strokes your hair.

“It did,” you say with a nod. Your eyes were already shutting again, ready to go back to sleep after being fucked so good.

He looks at you with all the love in the world as he pulls his sweats up. He then helps you pull your panties and shirt back on, trying to laugh at your sleepy, half-assed movements.

After that, he gets you all tucked in next to him, snuggled up in his arms like he originally intended. He even grabs that stuffed bunny he got you and fits it close to you in case you want it.

“Get some rest, honey. You need it,” he whispers while rubbing your back.

“Mhm,” you respond tiredly, “You too. You’re all mine for the weekend, and I don’t want you tired out the whole time.”

“Alright, but I’m gonna be tired out if we do some more of that again tomorrow,” he jokes. He pulls you close to him and shuts his eyes, nestling his head against yours and settling in to rest.

That puts a smile on your face and you nuzzle him once more before letting yourself fall asleep for the night.

[hazshit-hotel-hater]

Moxxie Redesign! (2/4)

You didn’t think I forgot about this did you? ‘,:/

I wanted to base Moxxie off of what his name actually implies, having nerve and determination. Ive almost entirely changed his personality in certain ways. He is still an assassin but he takes his job very seriously and struggles with his inner morals because of this. Being berated by Blitz often leads to him pushing aside his concerns with his job and causing internal conflict instead that he typically only ever talks to these issues about Millie. She is trying to get him to consider therapy but he doesn’t want to lose his “sparkle” (he gives in eventually and goes and it goes fine, this would be around season 2 but definitely after episode 6)

Moxxie also doubles as a medic for any potential injuries at I.M.P (this happens often). Moxxie was also born in greed so he has the more aquatic qualities of a greed imp such as the little headlamp, frills, and gills. And for any fish nerds, yes I know only female angler fish have headlamps, thats the point. Viv has literally no main trans characters so I guess I have to do everything myself. Plus I’m tired of the super straight shit that happened a few years back, Millie isn’t any less straight for dating a trans man. I think Moxxie certainly struggles with his masculinity and also takes his job so seriously as a way to prove to himself that he’s meeting some sort of “masculinity criteria” however he’s fully aware of how silly the mindset is (hes working on it). I think som trans imps may definitely paint their horns like Moxxie, but with certain days I really doubt he gives much of a shit considering it probably gets chipped a lot anyway.

Moxxie still hates his upbringing and the greed ring leaves a sour taste in his mouth, however he prefers to use his knowledge and features from greed in his work. For example, preforming minor surgery under his headlight, it’s goofy as hell and I think any show benefits from some extent of stupid silliness like that. It’s also good for distractions!

Moxxie isn’t always super serious like in this art either, he’s still a bit stupid but still respects himself. Tough nut to crack because of his past but is very kind underneath somewhere.

Heres some notes I went off while working!

- glasses (REQUIRED. Give him those stupid little circle spectacles)

- Get rid of the stupid suit

- Maybe some interesting horn stuff?

- Make him look a bit more like his voice, not sure how to describe this

- Write a boyloser properly

- Probably doubles as a medic? I think he’d be interested in medicine with all that errrm akshully energy he has

- Make him actually look like an adult (I tried)

- More of a fishy tail

- Born in wrath but both parents are greed imps so he has those features + moved back when he was like 6 idk

- Or idk maybe imps change the longer theyre in a certain ring? Could be fun

I have a lot more I could talk about with this guy but I’ll save it for some other posts :3

[radarsteddybear]

[For the Anastasia AU ask game] Back to the Future? (I mean, did you expect anything else from me...?)

Send me a piece of media and I'll tell you how I'd do an Anastasia!AU for it!

Oooooh, that's going to be tough because I've only seen the film once and that was probably...somewhere around 10 years ago? But let's give it a go. (I apologize in advance if this doesn't actually fit.)

In order to keep the royalty element, I'd stick Marty and co. in a fictional country that recently overthrew their monarchy and replaced it with communism. The country is buzzing with the rumor that the youngest of the king and queen's three children survived. Meanwhile, Marty, as above, has amnesia and is trying to eek out a meager living while trying to piece together who he is, only having bizarre flashes of memory fragments to go off of--fire, nearly being run down by a strange-looking car, blinding flashes of light, the sound of tires squealing against the pavement. He arrives in this fictional country's version of Twin Pines, where he finds himself drawn to Doc, former Scientist to the Crown, who's now working as...something that is definitely not science and is unquestionably beneath his ability/skill level. Doc, much like Marty, exists on the fringes of society as the sort of person that everyone else tends to avoid because they're different and weird and tend to say stuff that doesn't make any sense and are probably doing things that could probably get them in a lot of trouble with the law. Which Doc is, by the way. Doing things that could get him in a lot of trouble with the law, I mean. Idk what he's doing exactly (probably multiple different things), but he's doing it to earn money to fund his scientific experiments and hopefully get out so he can relocate to somewhere he can have the freedom to pursue his scientific endeavors.

Now, this next part's a bit tricky, because Doc is, at heart, a very kind person who would absolutely never intentionally do anything that would ever hurt his good friend Marvin (or whatever the heck's going by at this point in time), but let's see if we can make this work. Soon, what remains of the government in exile announces a monetary reward for whoever finds the Lost Prince, Marty McFly. This gets Doc's brain going, and he starts to put some details together in a rather "I've connected the two dots/you haven't connected shit" sort of a way. Dates line up, places line up, and the kid even sort of looks like the lost prince. And if he is the prince, the reward money is more than enough to get Doc (and Marty, because Doc doesn't really think through the idea that Marty being the prince would lead to their separation) out of this fictional country and set them up with the tools and equipment to do Science™️. Doc uses his knowledge of palace life to teach Marty how to be a prince as they make their way towards Fictional Country #2 where the government in exile is currently exiled. Marty slowly begins to regain more and more of his memories, though they don't paint the happiest picture.

After they arrive in Fictional Country #2 and start to prepare to meet with the Fictional Country #1 Government in Exile (which is mostly going shopping for snazzy new clothes), Marty starts to realize that, this whole time, Doc has been more motivated by money (and freedom) than by the idea that Marty actually may be the lost prince, that Doc has been twisting the facts in his mind to fit the picture he wants to paint. And Doc starts to realize this, too, and he is absolutely horrified because, again, he'd never do anything to hurt his friend, and now...he has.

And just before realizing this, Doc also realizes that, if Marty is the Lost Prince (which Doc hopes he is, after all this), Marty is going to stay in Fictional Country #2 to take his place as the exiled king leading Fictional Country #1's government in exile as well as take his place in Europe's royalty. Sure, maybe they'll still get to see each other here and there, but it'll never be the same; they'll never again get to live in the same world.

Marty is understandably angry and decides he needs his space. Doc decides that the best thing he can possibly do is respect this, so he wishes Marty the most genuine, heart-felt "good luck" he can and starts making arrangements to return to Fictional Country #1 (because without the reward money, he can't afford to start a new life in a new country; there also a definite element of some self-flagellation in there as well).

I guess Biff gets to play the role of Gleb, working as an agent for the government of Fictional Country #1, which has a vested interest in not having any of the members of its former royal family return from the dead. Biff's mission is to either bring Marty back to Fictional Country #1 to be made an example of (if he's not the lost prince) or kill him (if he is). So at this point, Biff has been following Marty and Doc for their entire journey, and this is the moment he chooses to make his move, having determined that Marty is, in fact, the lost prince, and therefore he needs to die.

Marty, of course, isn't going down without a fight. The ensuing fisticuffs somehow catch Doc's attention, as he's still nearby and hasn't left yet. He joins in the fight, probably with the help of an invention or two, and quite literally throws himself in front of Marty to protect him from Biff once Biff reaches for his gun. Biff doesn't get the chance to fire because Marty is able to use whatever invention Doc brought along to defeat Biff once and for all (he doesn't die, of course; he just ends up getting arrested by the proper authorities).

Doc and Marty hug it out. They don't have to say much to convey their apologies to one another. They decide to ditch the whole lost prince business and find a place for themselves in Fictional Country #2, starting from scratch, because they don't need much as long as they have each other.

[abysmal-fixations]

Main 4 + Butters with a Juggalo reader

(These pictures are so funny to me idc) (is Juggalo even supposed to be capitalized?? idk man)

I got tired of seeing really preppy readers, let me be a freak in my fiction >:(

(No romance mentioned or implied.)

Stan Marsh

-He looks like he'd be scared of clowns tbh.

-Look at that face, that is not the face of someone who isn't scared of clowns.

-He eventually gets used to it, but that's only because most Juggalos don't wear the full clown costume. If you did he'd probably scream.

-He probably calls you weird at some point, but he had a goth phase so he can't really talk.

-Would NOT go to a gathering with you EVER.

-One clown is bad enough.

-I feel like he wouldn't mind the music either way, he wouldn't listen to it personally, but he doesn't really dislike it.

Kyle Brovloski

-He's the most sane about it.

-Like he just does not care either way.

-Would let you occasionally paint his face too, as long as no one from school sees.

-You could probably convince him to go to a gathering if you just don't leave him alone about it.

-If people make fun of you for it he would only defend you're close.

-Otherwise would just let it happen, it's not his business.

-He just has better things to worry about than if you paint your face in clown makeup and listen to clown rap.

Kenny McCormick

-Honestly love it when people draw him as a Juggalo.

-LET HIM BE A SILLY AND WICKED CLOWN.

-He'd go to a gathering with you, but you gotta help get him there. Dude is poor as fuck.

-You two vibe.

-Would do all kinds of random shit with you in clown makeup.

-You know those goth people who take pictures with mall Santas? You guys could totally do that but with clown makeup.

-I feel like when he's listening to the mighty death pop albums' intro his face is just like: 0-0.

-Cause like the whole point of that album is not to waste your life and die in a stupid way cause you only get one and he's died in stupid avoidable ways multiple times.

-But on the plus side, the fact that he gets revived opens the door for you both to do 10x the stupid shit you would if he was mortal.

Eric Cartman

-Rips on you for it constantly (he's an asshole).

-If you took him to a gathering he'd probably say something stupid and get the shit beat out of him.

-It'd be fun to watch though.

-Probably tries to mimic you at some point for some stupid scheme.

-It goes as well as every other time.

-He's just an asshole.

Butters Stotch

-He thinks it's neat and that you 'look real tough!'.

-Would be the one to ask if you wanna paint someones' face.

-Doesn't like the violence in the music, he's also scared listening to it might get him grounded.

-You could probably ease him into listening to it though.

-Would go to a gathering but would be terrified the whole time.

-He seems like the type of person to enjoy clowns.

-But I think he'd like the funny clowns at rodeos and stuff more than scary clowns.

[dreaming-of-lu]

Hey, so ive never done an emergency request so i don't quite know what im doing. i read over your rules and it said your inbox is always open for these, if its not thats totally fine please just ignore this then. i dont even really know what to request honestly, just something with legend if thats cool? idk man i was doing good for a while but i had a classic sit down in the shower drinking jack daniels moment today, maybe run with that? idk, i've deleted and retyped this ask so many times im just gonna close my eyes and hit send

Hey there, doll 💚 Yes, my emergency requests are always open for when those had a really crappy day, need some immediate comfort and you need a pick me up from life. Whether it just requires fluff or comfort for what happened today/during the week.

Hopefully this can make your day/night a bit brighter and warm for you. Do take good care of yourself even if its baby steps! Legend is sending support your way through this💚💚

How long have you sat in the tub? You quietly count the shower tiles in your mind with heavy, tired eyes, tapping the glass bottle with no rhythm, paying no heed to the sudden sound of footsteps coming close to the shower.

"Hey," the sound of the curtains drew back a bit, catching your eyes as soft lighting peeked in alongside a notorious pair of blues and tufts of mulberry pink hair. They stared, gazing over your form that hid in the shade of the curtains before coming back to your face with silence. Legend crouched beside the tub, holding a tight grip on the curtains to keep the light from barging in.

"Do you need anything?" He asks quietly.

"You," your voice croaked, "I just...need you."

Legend quietly watches you, eyes flickering to the bottle that the finger never ceased to tap on. Listening to the soft clinks as seconds continue to pass. He gives a silent, outstretched hand, gesturing patiently for the bottle. With a weak grip, you slid it into his grasp, watching as he got up, muffled footsteps, hearing him open a cabinet and firmly shut it.

Legend comes back into view, giving his hand out to you with a wiggle of his fingers. An amused huff left your lip, ignoring the silent victory that painted his own features as you placed your hand in his. With a firm grip, he slowly hauls you up from the tub, placing his other hand, supporting you, on your back.

He rubs in an up-and-down motion, placing his cheek against your head, humming a soft melody that slowly soothed away your woes. Slowly swaying you side-to-side while rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb, pressing your ear to his chest to hear his strong heartbeat that grounded you, a rhythm so beautiful than the one that had none.

"Do you want to change?" Legend inquiries softly.

"Shorts, please," you mumbled into his shoulder, nuzzling deep into his neck and heavily breathing in his scent, then releasing with a heavy exhale.

"I'll be right back; anything else?"

"Just you,"

"Very well, I'll be quick."

Legend makes his way out of the bathroom before halting underneath the door frame, turning back around to place a hand against your cheek and placing a kiss against your forehead, your cheek, then finally, your lips. Short but sweet to make you want more of his affections; you know he's not very open about them, hiding it underneath a tough exterior though you know he gives with all his heart.

It doesn't matter either way cause you know it's for you and nobody else. Legend presses one more kiss to your lips and exits the bathroom with a resounding promise,

"Once you change, we'll cuddle on the couch and do whatever else you like, okay? It's going to get better cause I'm here for you every step of the way."

[akqrus]

hii! :DD

i've seen you are taking requests based on the prompt list and i came here to send you an ask :)

sooo... 14. "it's a blessing and a curse." with ladynoir?? idk but i think it would be cute! and you can write it as a headcannon, one-shot, drabble, whatever you prefer!!

keep safe, bye!

HELLO! I totally didn't procrastinate or experience the worst writer's block hahahahaha

Ao3

It was supposed to be short, but I got carried away LOL.

~

The night was mesmerizing, starry night twinkling while the cold wind breezed through them. Her red ribbons gently brush her neck as she stares at the painted sky. 

The sight calmed her down, but it was mostly her companion's presence that caused this serene atmosphere. 

Marinette forgot all her troubles and stress when she was with Chat. 

Such a powerful presence, he was. 

“M'lady?” He interrupts her ongoing thoughts. 

“Yes, Chaton?” 

“This… This life that we're living, do you find it to be a burden? a calamity? a tragedy?” he asks. What made him think such thoughts? Could it be? Could it be that he found his job of protecting the city a tiring one? Or was it her? Is he bored of her?

Her heart stops for a second; she couldn't think of such things. He cared, didn't he? 

“Why? Why would I find my life a burden? Especially when I'm with you, Chaton.” forcing a smile. She silently begs that he doesn't want to give up on this.

On them. 

“Well, it's been years, and we still haven't defeated Papillon.” 

“That's what is making you think this?” she giggles. 

“There are other reasons, of course,” he responded. 

“Like what, Chaton?” 

“Like how hard it is to maintain my personal life and this life. My schedule is packed at least for the next three months, and Papillon isn't even tired of pulling 3 am akumas.” he muttered, rolling his eyes with exhaustion filling up the air. 

She draws herself closer to his body. “I know… I know how it feels,” placing her palm gently onto his cheek as she softly rubs her thumb. “Work and akumas have been taking a toll on my life,” she adds. “I mean, I'm running out of excuses to make when akumas pop up during my shifts.” Sighing, she then rests her head on his chest. 

Taking her in her shoulder, rubbing gently and soothingly. “That too,” laughing dryly. “It's starting to become overwhelming, I guess?”

“Yeah… But I think the best part about this is that we met each other, don't you think?”

“Of course…” placing a soft kiss on her head. “Even that is ruined by papillon.” Oh? He stops for a second before speaking once again. “Well, not in a bad way, of course! Hahaha." 

“I mean, what I meant is that we have to be careful and cautious.” His smile fades. He's right, they have to tiptoe around with their relationship. None of her friends know who he is, nor do his friends know.

Nor does she know who he truly was. 

Occasionally she wonders about his personal life. What annoys him in the morning? How does he like his coffee? Bitter or something sweet? Does he prefer a tartine or a baguette with butter and jam? Or maybe viennoiseries! Does he have annoying co-workers? Does he also have questions about her life? 

“Oh Mon Chaton…” lifting her chin up to face his direction. “I know how hard it is to keep everything from the closest people you know. I mean, I want Maman and Papa to see you and get to know you, but I can't-” She stops and realizes that everything is Papillon's fault. If he wasn't willing to endanger them or their loved ones.

“I would also love to meet them.” smiling, causing Marinette to forget her struggles for a moment.

His smile was just that strong…

“Maman would love you! She would make so much food for you, because you're so skinny. She would make her famous peking duck, or maybe dim sum or Xiaolongbao! OoOoh Xiaolongbao is so good! They're so juicy! But Papa, on the other hand, would probably be his overprotective self and act all tough, but he'd eventually realize that you're great and start to ease up on you.” She silently wishes that she gets to see that day happen. Where she finally can be free from papillon and let her parents know about her amazing boyfriend.

“But don't worry, he's actually sweet! He wouldn't hurt you or anything, hahaha.” She wouldn't want to scare him away from her father. (even if he had scared him enough when he thought she loved him as Marinette a few years ago….)

“I don't know, it seems like I should be scared…” he forces a grin. “And also… I'm not skinny, I'm just fit!”

“Sure Chaton…” she wiggles her eyebrows teasingly. 

“Oh you!” crossing his arms, a gentle pout formed his lips, visualizing his so-called anger. “Since I'm so skinny, I bet you wouldn't like to hug and cuddle such a thin, bony person anymore!”

She dramatically gasps in response to his words. “Noooooo! How dare you forbid me of such warm and lovely bony arms!” She answers with the back of her hand on her head, wearing a smirk indicating her mockery. “How can I live another day without my beautiful Chatons cuddles?” 

Rolling his eyes while locking her with a deadpan expression. “Stop making fun of me! I'm serious!” and well, his pleading didn't work. Because she was now laughing so hard at him, she could barely breathe…

“I'm sorry, Mon Chaton. But your face!”

She was in fact not sorry.

“Listen-” she continues before he gets to reject her apology. “I'm just saying that if Maman saw you, she would've shoved all the food that was in our house into your mouth.”

“I'm not even that scrawny.”

“Well, according to Maman, you most likely are.”

“Fine! Then no hugs or visiting your parents!”

 

“Noooooooo! You can't threaten me like that! How could you ever let me- Your lady! to ever experience such a dreadful incident?”

“Stop making fun of me!” gently wrapping his arm around to headlock her. “You will feel my wrath!”

“Ahhhhh, help me!” She jokingly cries for a savior. “I'm being terrorized by a raging kitten!” 

“Don't even dare to try to run away from me!” as he squeezes her firmly. “Let me give you a taste of your own medicine!” She bursts into laughter from his dramatic tone and choice of wording. 

“Oh no! What shall I do to escape my unfortunate fate?” He attempts to contain his laughter but fails due to her invincible humor, of course! 

They fall into laughter as the stars cast a twinkling reflection against them. 

~

He stares at the midnight sky, realizing his question was left unanswered, leaving him increasingly curious.“Y'know you still haven't answered my question.” interrupting the cold silence. 

Stuck, eyes gazing at the scattered twinkling sky. She turns to face him. “I find this a blessing disguised in the shape of a curse.” She finally answered his question with a beaming smile. 

Providing a returning smile, he moves closer to her and wraps his arm around her waist while rubbing her side softly. “What a lovely curse…” giving her a soft look.

His expression held reassurance, indicating to her that everything will be okay…

~

Send me an ask!

[captainaikus]

dear belle ,, i am now back after reading all of interrupted and barely breathing .. BARELY ALIVE at this point !! i never thought i wanted to call sae a dog but now look at me 😭 choking him too!!!! god him fantasizing about u domming him when he cums :( ryusei's part too oml he's so needy …… canonically i think he'd DEFINITELY be into that shit for sure. kaiser and recording to blackmail him? YUM. i loved this so much belle </3 them just being so desperate to get ur attention !! (｡T ω T｡)

Hi Zari !! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

Apologies for responding so late - uni has me by the neck and i was too tired to respond last night. (╥﹏╥)

i um,,, i had a brain rot (＾་།＾) for subby sae. i can totally imagine him going like "don't you know that i never submit? or do you need me to put you in your place?" kinda guy and my reaction was very different this time with a response of, "do i need to put you in your place, whore?" subby sae just hits different. I know for a fact that this man acts tough and mean outside but behind closed doors he puts on a different show where no one can see him. i plan on writing more of subby sae- cause the brainrot i have is intense.

i think this fic is making people change their preferences and i'm actually living for it. subby men just hit different yk? and its kinda giving more of me cause i like hearing them whine and moan - and this was the first time i wrote subby men for bllk. and now that its set in motion - idk if i can stop it (,,>﹏<,,)

Coming to Ryusei, you cannot tell me that this man doesn't like being dommed over. as much as i paint him to be a dom, subby ryu is just- he likes being choked and degraded and i like to think that he has high pitched moans that he knows are a turn on for you and wants you to notice him, own him- give him all of your attention. take it away and he is on the verge of tears- his subby side is as spontaneous as his personality on the field and will vary from taunting you to fuck him harder to whining and begging you to make him cum if you're not having his bratty attitude.

*sigh* Kaiser slut for the camera

this is gonna have a sequel for sure. It was the first time i wrote for him on the blog and poor guy got dominated on day one and that too in NNN. i am not sorry

I really wanted to bring down his pompous ass. he has never been degraded before, but is turned on by it from the time you turned the tables on him. ik for a fact that this guy likes having his hair pulled and being given hickies.

In short : attention whores. all 3 of 'em. *huff*

Thank you for reblogging and I'm glad you enjoyed it Zari ૮꒰ ˊᗜˋ ꒱ა

[emma-is-swaggy-and-epic]

Probably alphys and the ghost cousins

That's a tough one......idk

I've been in this fandom since i was 10 and this game has way too much sentimental value for me to leave....aside from that though, y'all are mostly chill

That part in the alphys date scene where undyne is like "i don't care if you like manga, you're a great person" or whatever

Death by glamour

PACIFIST IS THE ONLY TRUE ENDING IDC

I NEVER PLAYED IT!!!! My sister just showed me pewdiepie's lets play of the game one day

Mad mew mew

Probably the alphys date scene

Again, never played the game

Honestly that was so long ago that i don't really remember...i was probably scared tbh

I USED to headcanon them as a boy but i have since seen the light and now i headcanon them as intersex nonbinary

Alphys...just her antisocial demeanor and her dorkiness REALLY resonate with me

Idk...probably papyrus?

I'd probably just phase right through it if i tried.....

Probably temmie, i mean....i'm an anxiety-ridden mess and i don't think that would mesh well with the other characters bombastic personalities, temmie seems kinda chill despite her goofiness

Never played the game

Never played the game

I mean....considering i watched pewdiepie's playthrough of the pacifist ending and THEN watched the game grumps playthrough of both pacifist AND genocide....i'd say pacifist

Waterfall, idk...it's kinda chill

Hard to say....probably nabstablook's house or alphys' lab

Nonbinary

Gaster was nonverbal and used sign language to communicate, thus why he's called "the man who speaks in hands"

Cinnamon

Honestly i never really thought about it....i've kinda been wanting to draw what i think they looked like when they were alive though...

That one rock in the ruins

Fuck jerry, marry jerry, kiss jerry, kill jerry IN THAT ORDER!!!!!!

No.

I'm not particularly into UTAUs but i really like outertale :)

Honestly i have a lot of AUs i don't like....most AUs these days are just "undertale but the characters are switched around #7633756642373463" and i'm kinda tired of seeing it, how about we get an AU where the underground is just a giant ikea or something?

Honestly not really....like, YEAH i get to meet fun quirky characters but i also risk breaking my neck and dying (or at the very least having to use a wheelchair for the rest of my life) from falling down

I don't have an undersona but if i did it'd probably be a purple bunny that looks like an old desktop buddy like clippy or bonzi buddy

Because i have a lot of really great memories with the game, like i said: i first got into this game when i was 10 and this game is just so special to me because it's the first fandom i ever joined besides my little pony...

N/A

Glamburger.....honestly i just wanna see what a hamburger with a shitton of glitter on it tastes like

Either endogeny or snowdrake's mother

Honestly i haven't really thought about it past the "speaking in hands" thing, though as an undertale veteran i kinda can't really see him as anything other than sans and papyrus' papa

Yes :)

Honestly i don't draw a lot of undertale fanart because idk how i can even translate most of the characters in my cutesy UwU artstyle

Probably purple or green

Idk

Honestly i'm not as into undertale to the point of "putting characters next to a song like paint swatches" anymore

Idk if you're talking about an AU where everyone's a vocaloid or if you're talking about all the sans/papyrus covers of songs from back in the day but if you're talking about the latter, i LOVED them back in the day!

I don't really care about the asgore discourse tbh

No but i watched the game grumps and jacksepticeye do it

YES!!!!! I watched the pewdiepie one first, THEN the game grumps one, and then a few years later (just 2 years ago i think) i watched the jacksepticeye one

Ashes by NateWantsToBattle is a good one (i also like his deltarune song just a dreamer) the ways that i have died by PixieMage is ALSO a good one, it's a parody of the song ways to say goodbye, i also like shadrow's song hard drive as well as his tasque manager song CTRL

Idk

Tsunderplane

I personally headcanon that they hate humanity because they were emotionally abused and neglected by their parents and the kids at school didn't want to hang around them because they liked playing with roadkill, them falling into the underground was a failed suicide attempt

Dogamy and dogaressa

Probably fear, i don't really remember

A bit of a generic choice but i like revtrosity and his friends' voice acting in his "saying a lot of things as ____" series, i don't like comic dub videos that much but that's a good one

FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME I NEVER PLAYED THE FUCKING GAME!!!!

Y'know...as a kid i thought papyrus was the oldest since he's taller but i think it's obvious sans is the oldest

Honestly i don't ship anyone in undertale, i used to ship petalflake back in the day but that's about it

I'm mostly neutral about most undertale ships but like....idk, charisk and soriel don't sit well with me, though that could just be because of all the anti-soriel propaganda i saw back in the day and the fact that my first exposure to charisk was a comic dub of them making out in my youtube suggested tab when i was 11.....oh yeah and fuck anyone who ships pedophilia, incest or anything of the sort

Papyrus and undyne are THE friendship of all time!!!

The bridge seed puzzle in waterfall

N/A

I honestly never hated flowey in the first place

The true pacifist ending leaves me in tears EVERY SINGLE TIME

True pacifist

Honestly i think they're nine, i feel like that's old enough to understand what flirting is and young enough to still find enjoyment in playing through the leaves like the flavor text in that one ruins save point says

I mean....when i'm done writing my original story "mundane believers" i have plans on writing an undertale fanfic where sans and papyrus start a band, does that count?

That one bunny girl and her little brother in snowdin, i love bunnies so much you have no IDEA

Humans are overrated, monsters are WAY cooler

That part at the end of the snowdin section where papyrus literally fucking levitates

(Nice) FUCK YOU I'M KINKSHAMING

Never played undertale

N/A

Alphys

Sans i guess

When i first got into undertale i had a bobcut similar to frisk and chara and i REALLY liked the two because of that fact so if i still had that haircut today i'd cosplay one of them but i have since grown my hair out so my choice would probably be mad mew mew

I CAN'T GO TO HELL, I'M ALL OUT OF VACATION DAYS!!!!!

Undertale asks

[SPOILERS!]

1. Who’s your favourite character from UT? 2. Who’s your least favourite character from UT? 3. Your opinion about UT fandon: 4. What’s your favourite quote? 5. What’s your favourite soundtrack? 6. Pacifist, neutral or genocide? 7. Why did you decide to play UT? 8. Favourite battle? 9. Favourite scene? 10. Your first letter to Mettaton was: 11. Your reaction when you saw Omega Flowey for the first time: 12. Your headcanon about Frisk’s gender: 13. Which UT character reminds you of yourself? 14. Which UT character reminds you of your best friend? 15. Would you smooch a ghost? 16. Which UT character would be your best friend? Why? 17. Do you remember your first killed character? Who was that? 18. Did you do sth in game you regret? 19. Which ending was your first? 20. Your favourite land in UT and why: (Snowdin, Waterfall or Hotland) 21. Your favourite place in UT and why: (Undyne’s house for example) 22. Your headcanon about River person���s gender: 23. Your headcanon about one of the UT characters: 24. Butterscouch or cinnamon pie? 25. Your opinion/headcanon about six human souls: 26. With who would you go on a date? 27. Marry, fuck, kiss and kill: 28. Do you wanna have a bad time? 29. Your favourite UT au: 30. Your least favourite UT au: 31. Would you want to fall into underground? 32. Describe or draw your undersona: 33. One reason why you love UT: 34. One reasom why you hate UT: 35. If you could choose one type of food from UT, what would it be? 36. Your favourite amalgamate: 37. Your headcanon about Gaster: who do you think Gaster is to Sans and Papyrus? (Father, brother, uncle etc) 38. Your opinion about bad puns: 39. Do you draw fanarts from UT? If yes, then what do you like the most to draw? 40. Which of human souls fits you the most? 41. What would be the first thing you would to show to Sans, Papyrus or the rest of characters in human world? Why? 42. Which song reminds you of UT or one of the UT characters? Why? 43. Your opinion on underloid: 44. Do you forgive Asgore for what he’s done? 45. Did you pay for Tem’s college? 46. Have you seen any youtube letsplay of UT? 47. Do you listen to any fanmade songs? If so, then which are your favourite? 48. What are your favourite theories? 49. Who is your favourite enemy? (Not including boss monsters) 50. Do you have any headcanons about Chara’s past? (Why they hate humanity, why did they fell to the underground etc) 51. Who is your favourite dog? 52. What was your reaction to true lab? 53. Your fabourite voice acting: 54. At the end of pacifist run did you stay with your friends or did you come back to your family? 55. Who is older - Sans or Papyrus? 56. Your OTP(s): 57. Your NOTP(s): 58. Your BROTP(s): 59. Your favourite puzzle: 60. Which battle was the hardest for you? 61. Did you still hate Flowey after you discovered his true indentity? 62. The saddest moment: 63. Which ending is your favourite? 64. How old do you think Frisk is? 65. Any post pacifist run headcanons? 66. Your favourite NPC: 67. Humans or monsters? 68. The funniest situation: 69. Skeletonfucker, robotfucker, goatfucker or kinkshaming? 70. When playing for the first time how many candies did you take? 71. Did you kill or spare Flowey at the end of the game? 72. If you had to be one of the main characters, which would you choose? 73. If you had to kill one of the main characters which would you choose? 74. Which character(s) would you like to cosplay? 75. Your favourite Burgerpants’ quote?

@w-k-t-k

[scene118]

i think tmr im gonna see what i need to get my old bike fixed up

[orionangeline]

4 am and I am going to bed now. I am going to bed. No more painting it is good or it is not I am need sleep now. Real paintings digital painting knitting and more it is done I am done sleep time now

[shutupandplayasong]

Cobra Kai headcanons

Not x reader. Just general headcanons I have for the main characters. Will probably do a part 2 for the adults and side characters

Tw for quite a bit of swearing.

Miguel:

The cursed child craves raisin cookies

Like. He just? Eats them? For fun???

This boy gets lost taking the trash out.

His sense of direction is so bad it makes his GPS cry

Kicks ass at arcade games like pinball or pacman

Could fall asleep in the bed of a moving truck he doesn't care. When he's tired, he. is. tired.

Eli:

Im splitting up Eli and Hawk so this might end up janky oops

I feel like he'd have an emotional support dog? Especially before he joined CK

I'm picturing a doofy lil corgi. Probably named Nemo or Yoshi or something cute like that

When he was a kid he'd BEG his mom for a little sister. He's still lowkey disappointed he never got one.

His most "embarrassing" secret? He wants to see snow.

He was born and raised in California so he's never seen snow in real life and he desperately wants to. Straight up dreams of it

It'd be like one of those viral husky videos where he's sitting in the middle of a blizzard, caked in ice and when you ask if he wants to come inside he'd just be like "nah"

He'd never admit it though. He thinks it sounds childish.

Hawk:

He obviously talks a big game and acts tough but if there's one thing that'll make him scream like a little girl it's gonna be rats

Like just the word "rat" makes him gag

Paints his nails. He's actually pretty good at it

For sure tried "guy liner" once but Johnny told him it wasn't badass :/

The most agro backseat driver but if you pull that shit with him he'll cry

Demetri:

Secret brony

Definitely had a FNAF phase

Oh and Undertale

Very big into ARGs. Like the Mandela Catalogue or Daisy Brown

LOVES those low-budget, made-for-TV Sci-fi movies.

Forget camp. This boy wants garbage.

Can't drive for shit

You're telling me Demetri went to the Halloween dance in a serious costume?

Blasphemy.

He is too lanky and too ironic to not go as Mr. Noodle or something stupid like that

The neediest, whiniest, most annoying patient when he is sick/injured. He takes full advantage.

He pinches his finger in a drawer and he's not lifting a hand the rest of the day. You pick up the remote.

Gives me "weird double jointed kid" vibes

"Hey did I show you I can flip my foot backwards?"

"Yes. 37 times."

"Well lemme show you again just in case"

Robby:

Also paints his nails but does a much messier job of it

Left handed

I feel like he has a knack for learning new languages

Can turn anything into a 5 star meal

Give him cheerios, clamato juice and a single banana and he'll make it work.

Unlike Miguel and Demetri, this boy never gets lost and is the calmest, safest driver you could travel with

Why do I have driving headcanons for everyone wtf

Very good at board games

OH HE FOR SURE HAD A MAGICIAN PHASE

Sam:

You wouldn't guess it but she can kick anyone's ass at any videogame

Likes cosplay

Idk I just feel like her character is a lot dorkier than the show portrays?

Very wimpy driver. She just let's everyone cut her off and she'll apologize?

Theater kid energy

The biggest horsegirl

Tory:

She's a reformed horsegirl, thank you very much 😒

Definitely listens to Twenty One Pilots. You decide if that's a good or bad thing.

Look me in the eyes and tell me she wasn't into that whole Jeff The Killer/creepypasta craze

Straight up making creepypasta roleplay quizzes on Quotev

Is the one cutting people off on the road

Very much into soap operas. She watches them with her mom :)

She also watches cartoons with her little brother or plays pretend with him when her schedule allows it

Wants to move to Europe when she's an adult. I'm thinking Italy or Spain?

Aisha:

Ultimate plant mom

She gives me "Christmas is my favorite holiday" vibes but like. Tastefully.

Will nag her friends to drink water and go to bed on time but can not and will not take her own advice

Obligatory mini-van friend.

Best driver, just behind Robby.

I'm so mad she and Demetri didn't have any screen time together. I just know they'd be best friends.

Oh and Moon. I feel like they'd bond over journaling and crystals and stuff

Oh what I'd give for a spin off show about Demetri, Aisha and Moon.

Demetri, the pessimistic geek on one end of the spectrum. Moon, the wholesome, patient, optimistic hippie on the other end. And Aisha right in the middle. I don't know how it works but it just does for me.

Back on track. She has her own Etsy jewelry shop

Likes to feed stray cats <3

[writingkitten]

what about a reader who bought themselves lingerie and our boys walk in on them trying it on?

how would the molina-verse react? 💚

Oh lord oh my oh wow this is gonna be GOOD

Ricardo: depends on his mood tbh. If he’s grouchy/frustrated/stressed he’s gonna be VERY animalistic… and will probably end up owing them a new set of lingerie. BUT if he’s relaxed/happy (and especially if he’s tired/sad) he’d walk up to them as if in a trance, then fall to his knees and wrap his arms around their waist, pulling them in tight while pressing sweet desperate kisses on their stomach.

Otto: OMG he’d blush so hard and avert his eyes (even though he’s literally seen them in far more exposing situations) so they’d have to go up to him and show him it was ok to look and once he does all he can do is touch them and moan his incredibly intelligent mind just fuckin short circuits

Doc Ock: this motherfucker would walk in and get a smug-ass grin on his face and be like “all that for me baby? you shouldn’t have…” and then he takes it off with his teeth

Robert: ugh my sweet teddy bear his cheeks would be so pink and flushed, his mouth agape as he stares at the angel in front of him he wouldn’t be able to speak above a whisper for fear of waking himself up because this has got to be a dream

Chandler: “god you’re gorgeous” *flicks open a switchblade* (another one who’d owe them more lingerie)

Manuel: he’d come up behind them, stroking their neck as he places his rosary on them, whispering “my perfect angel… dripping with sin… you must be forgiven for your sins, my lamb”

Diego: he’d beg to paint them, which would annoy them to no end BUT he��d never even touch the canvas he’d get too caught up in the way the lace clings to their skin and he’d have to do something about it

Frank: a lot of groping and sloppy kisses on their skin, would also owe them new lingerie but not because he destroyed it… he just stole the garments as a lil keepsake

Harding: he’d stop dead in his tracks when he catches sight of them trying on the lingerie but then he’d walk up to them, not saying a word, almost examining them like he would a patient before cupping their cheeks and giving them the most passionate kiss that leaves both of them breathless

Armand: this is a little tough, I think he’d maybe be hesitant at first? In the sense that he REALLY wanted to touch them but would have something stopping him (idk what tbh that’s just the vibe) so they’d have to encourage him and as soon as his hands touch their skin he loses control

Harold: the sweetest man he’d blush so much then sit down and get them to model the lingerie so he could see every angle of their body before pulling them onto his lap and caressing them

Arden: horny man gets naked as soon as he sees them, dragging them by the hand to their bed before laying on his back and getting them to straddle his lap

Boris: v shy v blush v shaky hands and dry mouth as he tries to swallow, damn near hyperventilating until they kiss him

Dick: shy nervous bb he’d be frozen in place so they’d have to pull him to the bed and get him to relax

Andres: “get on your knees and crawl to me, cariño”

Hank: this greasy bastard would have a shit-eating grin as he came up behind them, gripping their hips and grinding against them while whispering the filthiest things in their ear

Dunlop: very sweet and loving, holds them by the hips in front of a full length mirror and whispers stuff like “look how beautiful you are” and “I can’t believe how lucky I am”

Edelweiss: he’d be such a goof about it he’d go up to them and snap the elastic straps against their skin before sucking their nipples through the material

Horvath: a quirked eyebrow, his panther-like strut over as he’s eyes them as if they were prey, standing as close as he can to them without touching so all they get is the heat radiating off his body, his hand holding their chin to tilt their head up and meet his gaze, and then a kiss so deep it’s like he’s devouring them

[omiscurls]

Heyhey! I couldn’t find your rules, so idk if this is allowed or not, and if it isn’t feel free to ignore this, but may I request Childe with a reader who has depression? Thank you

tough

a/n: hi!! sorry for that, the rules are added by now, i chose not to describe depression itself, because it looks different on everyone, and you may not relate to what applies to me, but i'm hoping you'll find this enjoyable instead!!

plot: character helping the reader out of a breakdown, or a bad headspace

contains: tartaglia, kaeya

warnings: bad copying mechanisms, low mental place, nothing too serious mentioned

tartaglia

now, he's a man of action less than words, even though he's good with those, too

and to add to that, he's also a very perceptive person - if some negative vibe lingers on you for too long, he'll notice right away

however, relying on his experience, he opts to give you space to figure it out on your own, first, he wouldn't like to be making a huge deal of something that was just a worse couple of days

it's when you don't show up at your usual dinner spot, that he gets a little tingle in his brain, telling him to not dismiss it this time.

and so, he makes his way over to your place.

"ya there?" you hear on the other side of the door, followed by urgent knocking, sort of breaking you out of a trance, but you can't find it in you to go and answer it. he'll go away, you think, even better. your apartment is messy, you're messy, too, and it's not the right time to be receiving visitors. so you stay quiet.

"you do know i know you're in there, right?" he speaks up again "the blinds would be down if you weren't"

come in, you want to shout, and although no voice leaves your throat, soon the door opens anyway.

"hey, what's up, you weren't on the- oh." he stops in his tracks in the middle of the corridor, and you're already mentally prepared to a snarky remark about your sorroundings, but the only thing he says is a lighthearted "why're you sitting on the floor?"

the first thing he thinks about is to level with you, so he plops himself down right beside you, and you bet it looks funny - you in yesterday's clothes, in a big, probably smelly, mess, and then a harbinger in full military outfit right beside you.

"i-" you try to say, but your throat seems too dry and worn out, so you opt for a whisper "look at his place"

he indeed does, hinting the small note of desperation in your voice.

"what about it?"

"it's a mess!" you sigh, covering your face with your hands, out of both embarrassment, and fatigue. you take a big breath before continuing "so i wanted to clean it up, i even brought all the... all the things, but it's so much stuff to do, and i'm tired, and- and i don't know!" you choose to stop as not to snap right then and there. "i can't even do my shitty chores right like an adult" you mumble, massaging your temples.

"and is sitting on the floor helping?" he simply asks, and for a second, you're almost mad at him for not being more... cooey and fuss over you a bit more. he sounds cold.

"what are you-"

"really, is it helping?" he repeats "because from how i see it, every little thing would seem bigger if you looked at it from this angle. come on" he nudges you before standing up, and offering a hand to lift you up. you, however, shake your head.

"i really can't deal with it today, childe, i'm sorry"

"just stand up" he pleas, and the second you take his hand, he helps you up in less than a second. when you're on his level again, he sneaks both his arms on the sides of your waist, and sort of sways around a little, before speaking again. "what if, what if we do it little by little? look, we'll start over there" he puts his hand on top of yours, and lifts your arm to point to the full sink along with his. "and that'd be it for today! and then tomorrow... actually, let's not make plans. we'll just pick something tomorrow, and do it then. does the sink sound like a lot to do?" he asks.

"do you want me to be honest, or do you want me to say no" you mutter, earning the heartiest and brightest laughter you've heard in days from him.

"always honest. but come on, i'll help." he rolls you out of his embrace, causing you to feel a sudden wave of cold, it was comfortable back there, you think.

however, as he works through the dishes with you, the pile does seem to lessen, and doesn't rule over your kitchen anymore. every time he hands you a plate to dry, he smiles as wide as he can, and it doesn't seem to bother him at all when you don't smile back.

"remember" he starts again, after a while of comfortable silence. he looks ridiculous, doing the kitchen duties in an outfit designed mostly to look presentable and slay enemies in it, but the look on his face is dead set. "the first lesson you've gotta learn before going off to battle something, is that the best defense is always, always to fight back. and if you don't think you can manage that, well, that's why nobody ever battles alone. it's common sense to have someone watching your back. and as for you, not only are you a great warrior yourself, but you've also got the best second-in-command willing to help you out. don't forget that."

kaeya

as for him, he's also perceptive and empathic, but the difference between him and tartaglia is that he does believe people have the right to figure some things out on their own, he's a firm believer in the magic of secrets

that's probably because he himself doesn't like to share too much about his deeply personal feelings

so he'd obviously see some wave of difficult emotions coming your way, but would he immediately start worrying? probably not

the guy doesn't have healthy copying mechanisms himself, don't think he expects those of others

every other night the two of you meet up at the tavern, kaeya always ordering wine, you asking the bartender for whatever was in store today, but it's never anything alcoholic.

and just like nearly always, you're seated at angel's share, him noticing you're not particularly in the mood for talking, and choosing to entertain you with as many stories of the day that went by as he can remember.

the waiter interrupts him, asking if your minds are already made up regarding the drink. now, kaeya always has you picking first, but since he sees you're still analyzing the card (as if you expected to find anything new), he goes first with a drink he knows charles makes really strong.

to his surprise, when it comes to you, you just mumble "i'll have the same he had"

before the waiter has a chance of writing that down, kaeya tells him that actually, you're gonna need a minute or two more, and to erase the order you've both put in.

as he walks away, the calvary captain's eyes pierce through yours.

"that's a pretty nasty drink you wanted there" he starts, feeling he can't let you handle your mess this time, preparing to dig a little deeper into what's on your mind.

you shrug your shoulders.

"hey" he speaks up a little firmer, hand moving to cover yours, and even though they twitch as to retreat from his grip, you let it be. "tell me what's up."

"nothing's <up>" you accentuate. "can't i even have a drink now?"

"obviously you can" he nods "as long as i know you're trying it just for the taste, and not for the strong kick it's gonna offer, cause that's a dangerous path that only leads to nasty places." concern shines through his gaze, and an encouraging smile is wandering somewhere in his expression, however his lips are still pressed into a tight line, the same he forms when he's either fighting or arguing.

you stay silent for a good long while, before sighing.

"maybe i want the kick. good, or bad, maybe i want to feel... something."

the sentence sounds all too familiar, as he shakes his head and takes your hand, leading you towards the exit.

"what're you-"

"you're obviously not in the right state to be in a bar, of all places" he states almost coldly "so i'm getting you somewhere safer."

the two of you leave the bar, and walk out into the cold of mondstadt's street, covered in the darkness of the night. you walk past him, not leveling up to him, just tagging along to whatever he's going.

it comes as a surprise, that you're neither headed for your apartment, nor his, nor the knights' headquarters. he's guiding you in an unknown direction, until you reach a dead end.

he clims up a small building, offering you a hand and shaking off your confused expressions and questions. "you'll see" he says. the two of you walk from roof to roof, and countless times you tell him it's ridiculous, but then, he jumps onto the city's wall, helping you out with two hands this time, sitting you down right next to him on the stone surface of the wall. it's a little wet from the night's humidity, and cold, and probably dirty too, but the moon shines right at you, and from this perspective, you see thousands of lights in houses, taverns and shops, from the bottom up to the cathedral.

going up from that, a calm and peaceful lake paints the landscape blue on the left, and even from up here, you see a sea of lampgrasses shining through the leaves of wolvendom forest. if you squint, lights are still on in dawn winery, and the path to liyue and all the other lands swirls around near diluc's house. there's so much you can see, even if the night limits your vision.

"i like to come here when i need to gain some perspective over what is happening in my life right now" kaeya speaks really softly and quietly, bordering on a whisper. "it's a beautiful view, even someone as insensitive to art as i am can see that, but other than that... it's huge. and even though it is, it's also alive. every single one of those beings whose lights are dying out as they slowly go to sleep one by one, they're alive. they're not a scenery, they're their own, individual worlds. and they all coexist with each other in such a clever manner, don't you think? they have their differences, they might even hate each other, or wish the worst upon the other's name, but from up here? they fit together like puzzles of one, big picture."

"that's a nice way to put it, for sure" you whisper, looking down onto your knees. his finger pushes your chin slightly to make you face him, and he smiles at you gently, thumb brushing against the skin of your cheek.

"you know, we each have our own worlds, built from scratch from such fragile materials. we have our worlds rise, shine, and crumble before our sights. we look over the ruins of them and think, this is the end of the world. there's nothing more, it's all dust now. but from up here, you see how many other worlds there are - everyone has their own. not everything that is happening in your world is true. you see it from first person's perspective, and therefore the view might be disturbed by many different aspects. you might not see the picture, you just see the broken puzzle fragment that can't fit with the rest, and you're ready to throw away the entire picture, without finishing it. but being here, it reminds me... the world doesn't end on the ruins you see. you can always ask someone to help you build them up again, and of course, you can expect it to fall into pieces once more, but this time, you'll keep in mind, there're-" he stopped, pointing to the city's lights. "so many people to help you raise it up to the clouds."

"your metaphor is really complex" you chuckle, but his face stays still.

"it's not the end of the world if your puzzle piece is broken. and the ruins are not unfixable if you feel too tired to build them up all by yourself. if anything, that's a start." his hand travels up to keep the hair from getting on your face, since the wind blows pretty hard on this height. "what do you say we start your puzzle once more, toghether?"

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hard 2 face reality // spencer reid x fem!reader

spencer reid x reader

aaron hotchner x reader

part one - part three

a/n: a lot of people asked for part 2 to “not ur friend.” omg i didn’t expect it to blow up like it did. sorry this isnt the fluff conclusion you guys wanted...but i’m willing to make this a series maybe? idk it’s up to you guys. thank you for your feedback and support. (see notes at end)

also i tagged all the people who commented on part one.

warning(s): language. angst. not proofread. will be mistakes.

word count: 2.9k wow.

request(ed): yes. very requested. thank you @yeah-just-ignore-me-thanks for this idea.

summary: after hearing something she shouldn’t have, she has to deal with explanations and tough decisions.

hard 2 face reality by poo bear ft. justin beiber and jay electronics.

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sometimes it’s hard to face reality...even though you might get mad at me.

It’s ironic sometimes.

The twists and turns of life and the paths it puts you down. Sometimes you believed in fate but right now it only felt like a pain in the ass. Whoever was controlling your strings you hoped they would just give you a break, but no. There was always something more.

Last night, you had a dream. There was a memory within the dream. You and Spencer were cuddling on the couch watching a movie and his fingers were combing through your hair. From where you were, it was more like you were witnessing it instead of actually living it. You were just watching yourself fall harder for the man behind you. You were content. Happy even. You forgot all about your issues and problems and conflicts. You forgot about what Spencer said and the things he had done. You just forgot.

You watched as he took his fingers out of your hair and pushed you away. The you that you were watching was confused and so were you. Why would he do that? What was wrong with him? This wasn’t the memory.

Dream Spencer got up, put his shoes on, grabbed his bag, and was halfway out the door. Before he left completely he said, “We’re just friends. You’re not enough for me. You never will be.”

Dream you just sat there and stared blankly.

Your eyes opened and you stared up at your ceiling in sorrow. The tears just kept coming and you tried to keep yourself quiet but it was so hard, and you were so tired. You hated to admit it but you were in love with him. You were in love with a man who didn’t feel the same way. A man who did nothing but play you and pretend you were nothing. A man who lied.

How did this happen?

How did you end up in a position where you were in a cold bed crying about a man who was unphased? Someone who didn’t find anything wrong with their actions? How could you love someone who would never find the way to love you back and treat you right no matter how hard you wished? No matter how hard you hoped?

How could you do this to yourself?

And to think - in a few hours you’d have to wake up and see him again. After everything you realized and have come to terms with you’d have to see the man who was responsible for the ache in your heart.

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When Spencer woke up the first thing he thought about was work. How he didn’t really want to go but he knows he has to. He thought about how heart wrenching the case he’s been on for the last week has been. He thought about how today he might actually be able to solve it...and then he thought about you.

He’d be seeing you.

Hotch invited you to help with the case. He figured your skill set would be exactly what they needed to solve it.

And yeah, you there definitely was for the better of the case but was it for the better of him?

He had no idea what to do. You were mad at him. You weren’t answering his phone calls or his texts and he figured out that you heard the conversation and he gets that maybe calling you a grandmother was wrong, but really what did he do?

He knew he missed you. He missed being able to rant to you, and you consoling him. He missed the movie days you guys had...but he could watch them on his own...right? He could figure out his own problems...he didn’t need anyone to help him. Especially not you. Not someone getting upset about the smallest of things.

That was so rude of you. Why would you ignore him? Why wouldn’t you reply to his texts are calls?

He thought that that was pretty selfish of you.

And yeah sure, maybe calling you clingy was a lie but was that really something to ignore him over? To throw it all away for?

Should've been adjusted to my life, had the opportunity to stay away for the last time...now you’re standin’ right in front of me. It hurts me to know that I lied. Tryna protect your feelings... you read in between the lines
Hope your heart has started healing

You arrived.

He saw you, bag over your shoulder, going straight towards Hotch’s office and ignoring him.

Not even a hello? Not a good morning? You hadn’t even looked at Emily or Morgan either. What had they done? What had he done?

From what he could tell you had been crying, but you covered it well. If it was anyone but him they wouldn’t have been able to tell but he could. Did you miss him too? Were you hurting?

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“Is something going on between you and Reid?”

Hotch was looking at you expecting an answer but you didn’t know what to tell him. According to Reid nothing had ever been going on.

“No. I’m really just trying to focus here.”

Hotch nodded. “Good.”

Truth is, it was very hard to ignore Spencer. He seemed so oblivious that it made you feel sorry for him. But you couldn’t. You wouldn’t feel sorry for him. He wasn’t the one crying his eyes out at night and cussing out rom coms when they came on the television.

And you could tell he didn’t feel the same. He didn’t look how you felt. He looked conflicted, but he didn’t look sorry or hurt. His normalcy pained you. Had you really meant that little? Maybe you were over exaggerating things. No. You deserved an explanation - but you weren’t ready to hear it.

A while ago...

“Okay Y/N cover your eyes!”

You giggled. “No, Spencer why?”

“Just do it! I promise you’ll like it.”

You were sat criss crossed on the couch and Spencer was behind you with something in his hands. Before you could look at it he told you to close your eyes and he hid it behind his back. You smiled and closed your eyes waiting for whatever the surprise was.

You felt his fingers move your hair out of the way and you felt a coolness along your neck.

A necklace.

“Okay open.”

You could feel him grinning. You opened your eyes and looked down at your chest. You nearly gasped. On the end of the necklace was a miniature glass sculpture. When you met at the museum you told him that they were your favorite.

He remembered.

You held it in your hand and turned around to kiss him. He was a bit surprised but held your face in his hands and kissed you back.

“L/N!” You were snapped out of your head. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Sorry.”

The necklace. You can’t believe you were still wearing it. It felt like the only thing holding you together which was strange since glass was so fragile. The metal necklace part felt like it was burning you. The happy memory burned you. You took the necklace from under your sweater and ripped it off your neck. You couldn’t wear it anymore. It hurt you, but you couldn’t hold on.

Reality is kinda hard to face, like actual facts is for flat-earthers. Rains a requirement for flowers to grow, and pains a requirement for power to grow. It’s a miracle how one can change, from one what was just hours ago.

When you got home that day you were happy and running on adrenaline. Yeah, you had to see Spencer...but you helped solve a case. You helped save someone. It was tiring, and gruesome just like what Spencer said but the feeling you get after helping someone? Unexplainable.

After changing out of your work clothes and into some jeans and a shirt, you’d thought you’d treat yourself to dinner. Maybe that would help you forget. Forget and move on. Besides, it was a nice little diner and you used to be a regular. You had wanted to bring Spencer but he never wanted to go. He never wanted to go out.

His loss.

When you got there the familiar scent of vanilla and cinnamon wafted through. You had missed this. When everything was so simple and uncomplicated. When you could be you. Not wondering if today was the day Spencer would decide to come over or not. Or to even call. You could finally breathe. You weren’t in your stuffy apartment. You weren’t in a Spence filled work place. You were where you considered home in a city away from it.

“Y/N, hey!” Em the waitress called you over. You would consider her a friend. You two had always talked when you came through.

“Hey!” She went in for a hug and you hugged her back.

“Where have you been?”

You sighed. “Busy.”

She nodded. She understood. From there she asked you where you wanted to sit. You were just going to request the counter since you were alone, but when a little boy came up to you yelling your name, and wrapped his arms around you...you didn’t have the time to answer. It was little Jack.

“Hey buddy!” You hugged him back.

You looked around for Hotch. What a coincidence. He smiled and waved you over. You and Jack walked over to the booth and Hotch stood and hugged you. “I’m so sorry about Jack.”

“Oh no, it’s fine!”

About two years ago Hotch hired you to babysit Jack every once in a while. You needed the money. You were making enough from the paintings you sold but you needed more to finish college and save up. You weren’t going to some big expensive college or anything but still.

A little while later you met Spencer and it just became and inside joke.

“Would you like to eat with us?” Hotch asked.

“I don’t want to intrude Hotch...”

“Aaron.” He corrected while smiling. “Please, join us.”

And you did. You ate dinner with Aaron and Jack and you were having fun. This past month you had been moping around feeling sorry for yourself but you were actually happy. There was still that pain in your chest, and a part of you that longed to call Spencer and talk to him - but you wouldn’t. You couldn’t.

After dinner Em invited you to go clubbing with her on Saturday. At first you were going to turn her down but you thought...why not? You didn’t have to stay up waiting for Spencer to call anymore. You didn’t have to cook or plan to order in in case Spencer decided to stop by. You didn’t have any plans.

“Sure Em, I’ll be there.”

“Great.”

She walked behind the counter and looked from you to Hotch. Like a suggestive look. Like a “ask him too!” look. And you weren’t ready for anything, and wasn’t even sure if you liked Aaron that way, and you still were in a gray area with Spencer...but you thought it’d be rude not to ask.

“Aaron...”

He nodded, urging you to go on.

“Do you want to go with me Saturday? I mean...I don’t really want to be alone..Em has a girlfriend and it might be fun.”

He laughs and scratches the back of his neck. “Yes Y/N I’ll go.”

When you got home and ready for bed you had this weight in your stomach. There was a lump in your throat, and your fingers tensed. You thought about Hotch and it made you feel like you were cheating on Spencer. But you weren’t. You and Spencer weren’t together. There was no need to feel guilty.

He didn’t.

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That Saturday came soon enough and you weren’t sure if you were ready. Physically yeah, you showered and got ready...but emotionally? Mentally? Was this a date? Had you asked Aaron out? Were you ready for that? Had you moved on from Spencer? No, of course not. But Aaron wasn’t a distraction either. You could never do that to him no matter how bad you felt. Never.

Your doorbell rang and when you opened it you were surprised to see Hotch...not in a suit. It fit him and you could admit it...he looked...really good.

“You clean up nice.” You said laughing a bit to yourself.

He looked you up and down. “So do you.”

He looked a bit taken aback and you could see he was a bit flushed and that made you a bit happy. You liked giving people that kind of reaction. It gave you just a bit of confidence you needed. Especially tonight, where you’d try not to think about Spencer.

When you got there you were glad it wasn’t too busy. The music wasn’t that loud either and you were glad because then you got to dance without immediately getting a headache. Your first dance was with Hotch but then he saw one of his friends from college (he’s a lawyer now) and then started talking to him. You didn’t mind. You actually kind of liked being alone. It gave you you time to think. But not about Spencer.

No. Not tonight you wouldn’t.

You wasted too many tears on him to be thinking of him while you were supposed to be having fun. He didn’t deserve your thoughts. He didn’t deserve your tears. He didn’t deserve movie nights, or cuddles, or sex, or kisses, or waiting, he didn’t deserve -

Spencer.

Spencer Reid.

You thought you were dreaming, but you weren’t. He was just a little bit away from you with JJ on his arm. “Just coworkers.” You wanted to say it didn’t hurt you, you did, but your heart broke. In a million little pieces. Had he not want to get serious with you because he was in love with her. It makes sense, everything about that makes sense but it didn’t hurt any less. It didn’t make the tears in your eyes stop, it didn’t make the ache in your chest dim but at least it made sense.

Know it hurts to see the truth in your face, circumstances bring you down to your knees. Go on and cry an ocean, but don’t drown in it. Enough to put your heart at ease. Oh don’t lose your self esteem. I apologize for being a man. It’s way harder than what it seems.

You grabbed your bag from Hotch and told him you needed to go outside for a minute. He asked you if you wanted him to go with you but you needed to be alone. You wanted to be by yourself to fight these tears. You couldn’t cry in front of him.

He gave you his coat which was much too big but still appreciated.

Once you were outside you took your phone out to check your face. Your nose was red but the few tears hadn’t ruined anything. You were fine. You were going to be okay. Everything was alright.

Until it wasn’t .

“Y/N?”

Fucking Spencer.

You turned around to see Spencer Reid walking towards you with a confused look on his face.

“Hey.” he said. Hey? Hey?? What the hell were you supposed to say to that? Hey?

He cleared his throat. “Things are weird, right?”

“Weird?” you scoffed.

“Y/N, it’s been a month! I don’t understand what I did! You just stopped talking to me even after I tried to apologize! What more can I do?”

He stopped for a second, “Is that Hotch’s jacket?” He stepped forward to take a look at it but you flinched away. “Don’t tell me that’s Hotch’s -“

“You were hiding me Spencer. You said the equivalent to hanging out with me was of visiting a grandmother. You never wanted to hang out unless it was on your terms and you called me clingy and suffocating when I NEVER asked you for more. I NEVER went out of my way to ask you for anything and you treat me like this? Like I’m replaceable? After everything we’ve been through? After all we’ve talked about and experienced? What’s your excuse for that Spencer? What could you possibly have to say that would explain that?”

He opened his mouth and closed it again.

“If I were to have called you and said ‘Yup, everything is fine Spence we can go back to normal.’ It would have gone back to normal! YOUR normal! A normal where I’m hidden like a side chick but you get to be in public with JJ on your arm! Fucking JJ! And yeah, we never put a label on it but YOU made it clear that we weren’t to fuck other people. That was YOUR decision! She was the girl you said I didn’t have to worry about and here we are.”

Spencer was silent. He looked to the floor, and said nothing. His fingers ran through his disheveled hair and his lip was quivering.

“So this is because of JJ?” he asked.

“Fuck you.”

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He watched as you walked into the club and back out again with Hotch. Before you went in his car though you walked over to Spencer and put the necklace into his hand. Silently you walked over to Hotch and got in the passenger seat.

Spencer didn’t know what to do.

This was your necklace. He gave it to you. It was yours to keep. Yours to wear, cherish, and hold. Why would you give it back? It was supposed to make you happy and help you remember him. Instead it was in his hands unworn but the girl he had hurt. What was he supposed to do?

JJ found him outside but he said nothing to her the whole ride when he took her home. He was thinking about you. He was thinking about what you said. You were right.

When he got home he looked at the box of things you gave him. There were polaroid pictures of the two of you and he started shaking as he cried. What had he done? How could he have been so selfish?

You were right.

You were right.

Truth was he did like JJ, and he had been hiding you. He had been treating you unfairly. He had been a jerk and he had done every single thing you said he did.

He was all of the names you were calling him in your head.

Every single one.

He held the glass sculpture necklace in his hands and could feel his tears running down his face falling on it.

Even though he fucked up, and had something weird with JJ, he realized...he was in love with you.

Sometimes it's hard to face reality.

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literally wtf is this. what in the love triangles - anyway. ik you guys wanted fluff so...part 3? idk. should reader have a thing with hotch? should she choose hotch or reid?

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[littlepadika]

Hii! I just wanted to say I adore your writing, specially your takes on DDLG as I barely ever get to read good fics around it.

I was wondering if you could maybe do a Max Lord fic where he is just so loving and caring of his little girl? Just like giving her loads of love, hugs, kissies and maybe feeding her and brushing her hair? Idk, please and thank you 😭

Ugh love Maxie Lord so much 😭. Here's some tooth rotting fluff! Save for a stressy depressy day 💕

Warnings: DDLG, age regression, insecurity about appearance and body

Max was vain he accepted that. In business appearance was everything. So that meant he took a few minutes longer getting ready, he had mirrors all over his house and office to check himself. Sometimes he had to remember that not everyone liked to look at themselves as much as him. He was surprised to come home one day and see every mirror in the house turned over or facing the other way. The bathroom cabinet doors were open so the mirror was not showing. Who went to all this effort?

“Kitten, did you do this to the mirrors?” Maxie asked coming into the master bedroom where you were getting ready for a charity ball.


You nodded silently.

“Why is that?”

“I don’t like how I look today.” You replied feeling ashamed. “I’m wearing a pretty dress but I don’t feel pretty inside.”

Now, to Max, it was inconceivable how you could question your beauty. You were radiant from the inside out. You brought him so much joy and light. But he knew that sometimes his little light needed some tender love in order to get back to full strength. Max always strived to make your outside beauty match your inside beauty; Clothes and diamonds were only decoration.

“I’m cancelling. I want to stay with you, my beautiful girl.”

“You don’t have to, daddy.” You protest trying to pull yourself together. There was a big charity event tonight and you would feel bad if Max missed because of you.


“I want to, kitten. We can watch movies, take a bubble bath, anything you want. You don’t have to be tough with daddy.” He opened his arms to you.

“I’m sorry, daddy. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” You tear up, running into his embrace. Since you woke up you had felt tired and bloated. You were sure your face was breaking out. You didn't feel good enough for all the finery Max gave you.

“No need to apologize. Everyone has bad days.” He rocked you in his arms side to side. “Sometimes I feel so small and worthless that I can’t do my job. We have each other to lean on when we feel like this.”

“Mhmm.” You agreed.

Max got an idea. “I have a gift for you, kitten.”

“What?” You immediately got excited at the prospect of a gift. Max had found that weakness and exploited it easily when you were first getting together. You knew it was a little material of you but gifts were so fun to give and receive because it showed how much that person knows you and the effort gone into getting the gift. This gift would be no different.

Max helped you sit down before opening a safe behind a painting.

“You remember Beauty and the Beast? We watched it a few days ago. Well daddy has treasures from their palace.”

“You do?” Your eyes widen.

“Yes.” Max chuckled pulling out a heavy solid gold hand mirror. He had bought it for you recently but hadn't shown it to you yet. There were roses wrapping around the handle and then coming up to the face of the mirror, butterflies clinging to the vines.

“Is that pwincess belle’s mirror?” Your eyes widened as you stared at the mirror.

“It’s like her mirror but this one I had made just for you, kitten. It’s a mirror that shows someone their most beautiful self.”

“Oh.” You felt your happiness dim a little, feeling gross in your own skin again.

“It’s okay, kitten. We’ll look at it together.”

He sat down next to you and you nuzzled into the side of his neck letting him drape his arm around your shoulders.

“Now me first.” He held the mirror in front of himself, pretending to inspect his reflection. “Mmm I think I look very beautiful.”

“You always look beautiful, daddy.” You giggled, cuddling into his side.

“Now you, kitty.” He handed the mirror to you. You were surprised by how heavy it was. You needed both hands to hold it steady. You frowned at your reflection waiting for it to change. You kept waiting.

“It’s not working, daddy!” You pouted.

“I see a beautiful girl in there.” Maxie kissed your cheek.

“But it’s not changing.” You held the mirror further away then pulled it back as if that would change it.

“Oh!” Max snapped his fingers together as if he just cracked the code “That’s because you’re already your most beautiful self.”

You couldn’t help but cry.

“My beautiful princess.” Max kissed your cheek sloppily making you giggle. Your smile caught in the mirror. Okay maybe you didn’t look too bad. “And you can keep this mirror on your bedside table for when you need reminding.”

"Thankie, daddy." You set it down before pulling him into a kiss. Happy tears sliding down your cheeks.

"I love you so much, kitten. I'm never gonna stop reminding you how beautiful and worthy you are." He kissed you again and pulled you tighter against his chest. "Always and forever."

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