#idk why there's so much back story but this is just how my mind works sksldsks

[pinkslipxox]

heyyy how are u??

i have a request but pls just ignore this if you think its gonna be boring: for tattoo artist!billie we go to her studio (we could be nervous for it or confident idk u decide. maybe the tattoo is really meaningful to the reader? like a medusa tattoo? or it can be random if u don't wanna write that obviously). we get along really well, and it's all a little flirty and we have her number by the end of it. overall its just really soft and wholesome and cute.

hola, mami! Im good and you? Ugh yes of course! Hope you like it 🙈❤️

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You walk into the tattoo parlor, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness swirling in your stomach. It's your first tattoo, and though you know exactly what you want—a Medusa, with the snakes wrapping around your arm, looking both fierce and beautiful—you can’t help but feel a little anxious. But as soon as you step inside, the nerves begin to melt away.

The shop is quiet, almost calming, with dark walls and dim lights giving off a cozy, intimate vibe. And there, behind the counter, is Billie. She’s leaning against it, wearing a loose hoodie and a beanie, but even in the casual look, she exudes an undeniable coolness. She gives you a soft smile when she sees you. Her eyes are warm, the kind that immediately makes you feel like you’ve known her for much longer than just a few seconds.

“Hey, sweetheart,” she says with a light, teasing grin. “You here for your first tattoo?”

You nod, a little embarrassed by the flutter in your chest at the way she calls you “sweetheart.” It’s silly, but it makes you feel… special.

“Yeah,” you mumble, feeling your hands twitch nervously at your sides. “I’ve been wanting this for so long, but I’m kinda nervous.”

Billie steps toward you, her demeanor softening, her voice becoming gentle. “It’s totally normal to feel nervous. I’ll take good care of you, promise.” She places a reassuring hand on your shoulder, her touch light but warm, making your heart race in the most unexpected way. “Why don’t you come sit in my chair? I’ll show you the design I have in mind for your Medusa.”

You follow her to the back of the shop, where the tattoo station is set up. The buzzing of the machines fills the air, but Billie’s presence is so calming that the sound feels distant, almost like white noise. She pulls up the design on her tablet, showing you the intricate details—the sharp eyes of Medusa, the curling snakes that seem to almost move on the screen.

“That look good to you?” Billie asks, leaning in a little closer, her breath warm against your skin. You feel her gaze on you, studying your expression carefully, waiting for your approval.

You nod, biting your lip in anticipation. “It’s perfect.”

“Good,” she says softly, stepping back. “I’ll get the stencil on you and then we can get started, alright?”

The process begins, and as she works, you’re surprised by how gentle she is. Her hands are steady, her movements sure, and she talks to you softly, keeping your mind distracted from the slight sting of the needle.

“Tell me if you need a break,” she says, glancing up at you. “You’re doing great, sweetheart. You’re so brave.”

You blush at the sweet compliment, the heat creeping up your neck. She notices, a knowing glint in her eye, but she doesn’t tease. Instead, she smiles at you with so much warmth, it feels like the room is brighter just because she’s near you. Her fingers brush against your skin as she adjusts the stencil, and the small touch sends a thrill through you.

As the session progresses, the two of you chat easily, laughing about silly things, trading stories. It’s almost like you’ve known each other for ages. And every now and then, Billie will drop a playful comment, like when she calls you “sweetheart” in that soft, melodic voice, or when she nudges you lightly with her elbow.

“You’re being so good, sweetheart,” she murmurs after a while, her tone affectionate, almost proud. “I swear, you’re making this way easier than it should be.”

Your heart skips again, a little faster this time, but you try to brush it off as the tattoo begins to take shape on your arm.

By the time she finishes, you’re in awe of the work. The Medusa looks as fierce and beautiful as you’d imagined. Billie steps back, looking at it with a satisfied smile. “How do you feel?”

“I love it,” you say, looking at your arm, your heart soaring. “It’s perfect. You’re amazing.”

She grins, that same affectionate, slightly mischievous look in her eyes. “Well, I do have a bit of a talent for making things perfect,” she says with a wink, but her voice is soft, warm. “I’m glad you like it, sweetheart.”

She grabs a piece of paper and jots down her number. “In case you need anything else, or if you just wanna chat. I can always be your tattoo emergency contact.” She hands it to you with a wink, and your heart flutters again.

You smile, a little shy. “Thanks. I might take you up on that.”

Billie gives you a soft, affectionate smile, her eyes full of something unspoken. “I’m looking forward to it, sweetheart. Take care of that tattoo, yeah?”

You nod, still floating from the way she makes you feel, from the way she’s treated you—so kind, so soft, so genuinely sweet. “I will,” you reply, and as you leave the shop, you feel a warmth that goes beyond the tattoo, a warmth that feels like the start of something special.

And you can’t help but wonder if this is just the beginning of a beautiful, unexpected connection between the two of you.

[seokjinsonlyone]

so i saw @jknoah talking about what states bts would be from if they were korean american and these kinds of topics are my bread and butter so i 100% had to weigh in

i agree that yoongi would be from queens like it just makes sense for him he'd be living his quiet little yoongi life stopping at the bodega on the corner for some snacks before checking in at school like an hour late bc he really does not care for it and end up leaving early to go work on some music or something he'd be really good at ducking truancy officers he’d probably end up getting a job at some underground speakeasy when he’s like 15 bc he’s so fire at piano and make a lot of odd friends but all those connections would be key to him ending up a producer

i also agree that jungkook would be from california but i see him being from long beach specifically there’s definitely a summer from his childhood where he remembers being at disney more than at home so it’s not even all the fun for him anymore but he has a cousin that works there so goes to hangout more than anything the beach is right there so he knows how to surf but he’d end up being in skate scene it starts off as long-boarding along the boardwalk but the more friends he gains the more he gets into the more intense trick driven skateboarding and that’s what he’s known for not necessarily for his skateboarding tho but for the videos he directs of others skating and that’s what he ends up getting famous for doing bigger projects maybe a movie or something and he soaks up that scene for a while but ends up going back to long-boarding in long beach

idk what it is about jin but he just reeks of old money??? but he’s also jin so i can see him being from like jacksonville florida his family got a big ole house down there and all the kids in school would love coming over but he doesn’t really care for the house so much as the backyard in the backyard is where he can be free and do and be whatever he wants it’s also where he and his friends stumble across a gator when they’re like 11-12 and instead of calling an adult to do something about it they come up with all kinds of insane things to get it out and almost get eaten this happens every time he finds a gator in his backyard while he doesn’t necessarily bask in the money all the time he does SOMEtime namely when they visit their vacation home in connecticut bc he loves him some winter sports he also likes the weekends he spends there where he and his ski friends go to the into the city and go wild (re: go to an arcade and eat pizza)

joon would 100% be from the dmv and i put that on everything like he belongs heeerreeee like if he wasn't from sk he would def be from like fairfax or arlington somewhere up near dc and he'd always always always be doing something bc everyone i know from the dc area is always doing something or going somewhere and if they not doing something or going somewhere it's just bc they just got back from somewhere or doing something and joon just has those vibes like a very active social life always with plans bc there's just so much to do and see a little bougie bc he's living the good life but not far removed from anyone by any means has all kinds of friends absolutely everywhere

tae would be from new york too i think but like yonkers and he'd be one of those annoying people who's entire personality would be the fact that they're from new york like he'd be going around in black forces and a red puffer coat thinking he's that guy i can't tell you why but he gives the vibes that all his friends would be dark skinned and he'd be like the token asian in the group his parents would own a hair store and whenever he had to go there for whatever reason whether his parents were making him work a shift or he had to drop something off or he just wanted to talk to his mommy whatever it is he'd most def hit on all the girls who shop there throw in some free edge control with they purchases or sumn 😭

hobi would be from houston and i cannot give you a good reason why like he just really seems like he'd have his own dance troupe in houston and he'd be living a nice little life that's like veiled from reality bc that is texas and like he got the vibes that all his friends would be latino and he'd just live everyday dancing and hanging out and would only be at best vaguely aware of global happenings but anyway his dance troupe would end up going viral on youtube and he'd get invited to be on the ellen show and then would end up moving to LA and would get with some dancers he meets there and apply to be on world of dance he'd place second and would eventually become a famous choreographer

so sorry to jimin but he really just seems like he would be from some hick town in the midwest that nobody knows nor wants to be in like i can see him being from wisconsin or like freaking nebraska he'd be the only asian kid until he's in high school where he would be 1 of 3 and would grow up having an ongoing identity crises bc of the lack of culture i can also see him in some sort of glee/hsm situation where he has to choose between being popular or doing something he loves like i'm sure it'd end up being a whole arc in his life and you'd hear about it on msnbc during his interview after winning the silver medal for the male freestyle in figure skating

[lilac-melody]

Wondering if I should make a little oneshot about first kisses...

[waywardsalt]

bellum x linebeck chapter summary drafts that won those polls:

chapter 8

chapter 14

chapter 20

[savage-rhi]

I'm very much a, "fuck yeah and fuck you, I don't need validation! I'm me, cunts!" kinda fella, but sometimes I could use support.

[neverendingford]

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[rooniearts]

Pitayaverse Asks............ TWO!

I once again have a good handful of asks regarding Pitayaverse, so here goes another post! :'D This time around there's about 29 asks I'll be answering! Enjoy <3

Silver's fine! His fur is just darkening with age :] Think of it like how a Siamese cat's fur works - he starts out looking almost fully white, but his limbs and face slowly darkens over time.

REAL,,, petition to let Tails hit his brother with hammers

@dahliacloud

Oh yes, he resents him deeply. He had no part in any of this, but still slowly but surely ended up with all of Sonic's responsibilities. But by far the worst part for him is seeing how much it all affects this tiny little baby girl. THAT is what truly infuriates him.

It's come to my attention that this ask is probably about his Archie backstory, which I unfortunately don't know much about and so isn't canon to the AU ;v; I'm going with the vague idea that they don't have parents for whatever reason and had to grow up alone together

But in that case, I still like to think it has a part to play, yeah. Tails knows how hard it is to grow up without a parent, and he knows Sonic does too, so he can't comprehend why he isn't trying harder to give this kid that love and stability.

@lowkeuu

LMAOOO idek how that would work with a fox! Maybe his fur thins? Idk :'D but he absolutely does start growing grey hairs pretty young

Oh, yeah. Having the Kind Patient Sweet one of the group snap and pop the fuck off on someone is scary every time it happens. All of them, Shadow included, would definitely be taken aback at the very least.

If I do end up giving them a kid, then this is absolutely the way I'd go with it. I can't let my boy go through even more turmoil in this AU, he's had more than enough :')

AWW LOL, see I like this take on it. That's very cute and I think he would just actually volunteer to take them in at that point too :D

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She does, but calling them that is a habit she picked up from Tails. Sonic and Knuckles just only referred to themselves and eachother as "dad," so when she'd talk to Tails about them he'd ask her to specify whether she meant "Sonic-dad" or "Knuckles-dad." Eventually she just started using those terms every time she spoke to or about them!

As Pitaya grows up, Knuckles graduates from "Knuckles-dad" to just "dad", but she eventually just starts calling Sonic by his name. Sonic doesn't really mind this, except for the few times that Knuckles gets to hold it over his head

HEHEHE loving all this Pitaya hype from y'all!! Thank you and yes, she deserves the world <3

YESSS! It's so important to me that she grows up to be happy. Maybe not well adjusted, but she's got endless determination and is not afraid to speak her mind!

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I mean, it's part of why. His actions didn't exactly do much to alleviate her doubts, either.

@your-local-cattus-enjoyer

The master post is right here! There may be a few stray asks that aren't listed, but they should still be under the tag

The basic gist of it is that he was just really neglectful. He was barely there, and when he was, it was often only a matter of time before he and Knuckles started fighting. As an adult, she's also really upset that he let Tails take over all the heavy lifting for him when he was still just a kid too.

Once in a while! Usually whenever both Knuckles and Tails are preoccupied for whatever reason. All their stories of clever sleuthing and high-stakes tussles is what made her want to be a detective one day :]

And yes, actually, she did! Her and Echo, and occasionally Psi and Alloy, end up forming their own New Chaotix Detectives group! They just aren't nearly as active as Vector, Espio and Charmy were :')

LOL, for sure! She loooves her cool uncles Vector, Espio and Charmy. She knows they've always got her back <3

Mighty USED to be in the cool uncle camp, but absolutely not anymore. That went out the window the second he got with Sonic. She does love Knuckles, but she's had her ups and downs with him. Ray she just doesn't really know at all, he just goes in the resentment bin by association :'D

That's so true actually,,,, my obvious Chaotix bias is showing :'D

But hmm, that's a good question. If they were to end up together, I think they probably wouldn't have kids, no. I like to imagine they'd be the type of couple who live seperately and just visit eachother frequently, and not like married with kids.

@inkmaams

Their go-to babysitter list is very short because Silver gets very very paranoid over them :'D It consists of Blaze&Amy and Vector ONLY. And it took Espio AGES to convince Silver to let Vector take care of them in the first place

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Yup :') He was probably not gonna tell them about any of that, but alas he and Espio spawned Little Mr. Thought Police so now he has no choice but to explain himself </3

@i-only-created-this-to-read

Maybe not robots, but in theory, I guess he probably could read aliens' minds. I was mostly referring to humans/mobians, but there's no reason he couldn't try on other sentient organic beings. However, I feel like they may end up being incomprehensible noise to him because of how differently an alien's brain would work to his own

As for when he's in meltdown mode and can hear everyone all at once, no, he can't hear everyone in the universe, just those that are within a certain radius. Think of it as like whatever a normal hearing range would be, just not obstructed by walls.

Yes! Espio and Silver are married and besides one or two blow-ups, they happily stay that way. And Sonic and Mighty are at the very least life partners, whether they get married or not (I haven't yet decided lol)

Besides them, Blaze and Amy are also married! And Knuckles and Rouge too eventually :]

LMAO, Sonic WISHES. But nay, Mighty had to go and be a spoilsport and put a rule against backwards names. Rude of him tbh.

bro just can't stop spawning babies, what can I say🥀

@scribble0rat

LOL yeah the poor guy only had a vague idea of what he was signing up for. He had met Pitaya once in a while when she was young, and he knew Sonic had struggled with being there for her and that something happened between him and his friend group, but he didn't realize just how angry not only Pitaya was, but also Tails. He's using all those years of anger management to their fullest to tank this situation, I fear :'D

AND YESSS my boy needs more love <3 Us Mighty girlies have to stick together����

AWWW that's actually such a cute thought experiment!!!!

It's hard to say, but I think they'd be relatively close. Maybe not joined at the hip, but they'd appreciate one another. They're both very similar in personality, it's just mostly that Echo is an introvert and Silver is a HUGE extrovert. The only conflict I can think of is that Echo is very much a copycat, and I think Silver might get annoyed with that pretty quick.

@marinette-sky

No, Shadow is Echo's only parent via cloning shenanigans. Sonic has nothing to do with her, thank goodness :'D

And thank you!! Much appreciated!!! <3

[invincibledc]

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𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 (𝐎𝐂) 𝐗 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐒!𝐑𝐄𝐀��𝐄𝐑

── .✦ Synopsis: son of joker and Harley, Jacklyn “Jack” Quinn, has a crush on a simple bat. But the bat is tired of his hocus pocus.

── .✦ Genre: idk but I thought of this, could just be short story or whatever.

── .✦ Info: this is an OC I thought of cause I got bored. Reader is the twin sister of Damian, but Damian is the older twin of course. Im only a writer so you can imagine who he looks more like but all I can is he is handsome canonically in my head and anything. Boy’s crazy but handsome. Yea the title is inspired by ICP. I love ICP.

Laughter rang out across the abandoned warehouse. A teenaged boy with gun pointed it to a hostage, the hostage sobbed. Getting ready to aim, a batarang hits the gun from his. “Ouch! WHO in the god blazing mind had the audacity to…”

The boy turned to see a girl in her robin outfit of her own design, the suit fitted her well. The boy couldn’t help but smile, seeing her again just made him feel giddy.

“Suga'! I see you foiled my plans again to get my father’s approval. What can I help you with darlin'?” The boy says walking forward to the girl before another batarang harshly impales the ground infront of his feet.

“Jack Quinn. You have no business trying to bring me out here.”

Jack pouts hearing the girl’s voice. “But puddin'” “I’m not pudding. I’m robin.” Jack rolls his eyes at the girl’s words before aiming the gun at her and firing it.

Y/n leaps from the shot as the shot was just a flare. “Okay, so you were right. I did bring you out here. But I can’t help but adore how you are with me!” With a crazed look, he rushed after the girl who gracefully hopped ledge for Ledge. Whilst the two mid teenagers were doing their things, the male robin, Damian appeared and started to untie the hostage.

“Why must we attract villains so much.” Damian scoffs lowly so the person wouldn’t hear. He wasn’t expecting to clean up his twin sister’s mess of attracting boys. But this was another case.

Back to y/n and the boy joker.

“Oh! Birdy, you’re so cute when you run!” He chased after the girl. The girl scoffs as she turned a sharp corner, but came to a stop when the clown boy hopped over a bunch of boxes and landed in front of her.

“You could give thanks to my mama, did you know ima momma’s boy.” He pulls three sharp cards out, one held an ace, a diamond, and a king.

“But suga' im just a king of all above a momma’s boy.” Jack said with a sickly sweet tone. He threw the king card at her, the king care glowed. Y/n’s eyes widen realizing and pulled her cape up.

Thanks to Bruce, her cape was made to protect her from anything. Explosive wise. As y/n put her cape down, there she see the clown boy running up to her before doing a cartwheel.

Y/n moved back, dodging a swift roundhouse kick. “What’s up with you!” She exclaimed, bouncing strikes with her hands from Jack. “What’s up with me?!” He exclaimed back before giving her a crooked smile, y/n put her hands up. But jack had other ideas than boxing with the young girl.

He grabbed the girl’s hands. Tugging her close, chest to chest. Y/n tried to pull away, but the boy was oddly strong despite looking thin. Jack started to make the both of them waltz, y/n gritting her teeth, eyes narrowed showing clearly of her domino mask.

“Don’t be such a sour puss.” Jack says rolling his eyes as he turned y/n around. “I got a joke to sweeten you up!”

“Say, Why don’t people like working with vampire bats? Because they’re a pain in the neck.”

Silence reeked into the air, jack frowns, “Aw cmon not even a giggle?” He was soon hit with a knee to his gut. Y/n moved back, not before sweeping him onto the ground. Landing with a grunt, jack opened his eyes just for him to be picked up by his collar.

He couldn’t help but stare at y/n’s face, “did anyone ever tell you, you look stunning in red?”

“Shut up, jack. I’m taking you in, and then we’ll take your parents in.” Y/n says, ready to zip tie his hands. Jack was oddly calm as he puts his hands out.

“Be gentle, I can’t risk my wrists being bruised.”

“Whatever.” Y/n goes into her belt of her suit, looking down. As she looked up, expect of the boy, there stood a rose with a note.

Y/n scrunched her nose up, grabbing the rose and damned note only for it to read.

“Next time, show up alone. Your brother is such a cock blocker!” Y/n crumpled up the piece of paper. A little fluster but mostly angry that the boy had gotten away. She didn’t expect for him to also realize she brought Damian along.

And said boy came by her, crossed arms and disappoint written on his face. “You really are like father. Always attracting villains to your whim.”

“Shut up. Let’s just go home…” y/n says, throwing the piece of paper behind her back. She hid the rose behind her back. Not letting Damian see it as he raises a brow.

“Keep your crazed boyfriend in control.”

“He’s not my boyfriend!”

A/N: I REALLY HOPE THIS WASNT BAD! I TRIED TO GIVE HIM A FULL MIXTURE OF JOKER’S AND HARLEY’S PERSONALITY😭😭

[esote-rika]

on the stroke of midnight | Spencer Reid

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Category: angst Summary: A pregnancy scare with your boyfriend leads to a serious conversation about the future Content: one mention of a foot fetish, pregnancy scare, talk of pregnancy and kids, established relationship, mentions of schizophrenia and mental illness, Cinderella and time as an extended metaphor and motif??? (Idk I was writing this while simultaneously writing my thesis on fairy tales oops), open ended ending  Word count: 2.2k A/N: I don't want kids and this fictional man does, so I'm making it everyone's problem. This is my first time writing pure angst, so uh, please let me know if I should continue with this genre or just go back to smut and fluff lol. Also shoutout to @notlongtolove and @darkmatilda who let me yap abt this ily girlies.

Ever since you started dating, Spencer Reid has been trying to figure out why you love Cinderella so much. He’s read through different academic papers, come up with his own silly interpretations that either make you gasp, or cry from laughing, and often leaves you marveling at his wonderful brain and all the ways it twists and turns. He likes games, you’d established that from the beginning when he ended your first date with a friendly game of chess. He had let you win twice before you’d caught on, and called him out on it.

It was on the second date when you brought up your love for fairytales, expecting an amused laugh at best, and an oh so you're one of those Disney adults at worst. However, you got neither. Instead, Spencer Reid had launched into an explanation of the cultural significance of these stories, asked you about your favorite, and then proceeded to tell you about the different versions of it across history and continents. Somewhere between the Americas, he'd cut himself off, blushing furiously, before asking you why you loved Cinderella so much. 

By then you had already decided he's perfect.

You didn’t tell him the reason that night; you thought it was too pathetic to share on a second date.

“I’ll tell you if you stick around.” you had said cheekily, hoping that maybe the temptation of a secret will allow you to keep him longer. 

He had laughed, “So you’re baiting me into another date?”

“Is it working?”

“I would’ve asked you out again regardless.”

That had been the night you got your first taste of his lips, and you’ve found yourself hoping time would stretch on forever. If moments could be bottled up, you would have done so at that moment, kept it in your pocket for the rest of eternity.  

Five months of bliss have passed since. Your theory of his perfection just kept being proven correct throughout the entire time, the way he’s trying so hard to communicate with you and make up for plans that get shelved due to the demanding nature of his job. He’d come up with different explanations for why you love Cinderella, until it became a game of its own; him searching through the contours of the fairy tale and you denying everything he comes up with. 

At one point, he’d asked if it was simply because you had a feet fetish and you had to start wearing socks everywhere because the sight of your own feet would make you giggle.

You don’t mind it, the games, the way he insists on learning this about you. Spencer Reid's mind desires to understand how everything works, to turn over and mull and analyze, and the first step to that is by keeping track of the variables. You have always found this endearing. He knows how fast you can read — it depends on the genre according to him, but it’s somewhere around 350-400 words per minute. He knows your favorite stories and music, has found connecting themes between them, and now he’s trying to see where your love for Cinderella fits in all of it. Hell, he even keeps track of your cycle for you, resulting in perfectly timed moments shared in bed where you’re ravished, and he’s chanting your name, and the two of you are gasping for a god that neither of you really believe in.

When you miss your period, he notices before you even do, quietly offering two boxes of pregnancy tests. He kept track of how long it took before the results finally appeared — one test took three minutes and eight seconds, the other one three minutes and twenty one seconds. It had felt simultaneously like three seconds and three decades. 

That was nearly six days ago. Nearly a whole week has passed, and what you had assumed to be an insignificant fissure seems to have widened into a crack. It’s a rare night off for him, a moment of domesticity that should be relished, but instead, you wonder if the cracks have somehow turned into something else. A fracture. You move around the kitchen together like magnets with similar poles, close but never quite touching. It feels like a chasm between you. 

Dinner in the oven. Only the slow tick of the oven timer disrupts the silence, though it doesn’t really disrupt as much as it joins. Background noise, a lull that seems to melt with the silence to highlight the stifling atmosphere. He’s tossing a salad, facing away from you. You both know it is ready to be served.

His name is whispered into the tense air, your voice croaking at the last syllable, “We need to talk about this.” You watch as he tenses, back uncharacteristically straight, and your heart sinks to your stomach. 

“I guess we do.” He never guesses. Spencer Reid uses words that are accurate, god knows he has the vocabulary for it. So this, to guess, the hint of skepticism makes your skin crawl. “What is this, again?” 

You scoff. He can be so deliberately obtuse sometimes, “I don’t know, Spence, you tell me. You’ve been acting weird since I took that pregnancy test.”

He doesn’t look at you, but he does answer, “I just— I don’t understand why you were so relieved about the results.”

You’ve had an inkling this whole issue is about that moment. Both of you hunched on his couch while you waited with bated breath. He’d timed it, one stick taking three minutes and eight seconds, the other three minutes and twenty one; both had contained negative results. 

You still remember it, the utter relief that washed over your body, the way you threw yourself into his arms at the confirmation that he hadn’t accidentally gotten you pregnant. You’d said thank god so quickly, face buried at the crook of his shoulder, so relieved that you hadn’t really noticed his reaction.

“Spencer,” it comes out a sigh, patient and quiet, “We’ve been dating for five months. Of course I was relieved. Don’t get me wrong, I love you, but it’s a little too soon to add a baby to the mix.” Love. That abstract concept you’ve almost given up on, before he’d come into your life. You love him, you’re sure of it. It’s burrowed deep into your bones now, which is why you’re trying to get past this. Communication is the key to making a relationship work. You remind yourself you don’t need a fairy godmother to keep this going. You have agency of your own.

His head shifts, turning over his shoulder slowly, and those beautiful amber eyes meet your own. “Is that all?”

It feels like an accusation, even though you know he’s just trying to understand. You gulp, trying not to get defensive, “I suppose not. If I’m being honest, I was relieved because I don’t really want children.” 

There it is. A cardinal sin, a sickness of modern women. You wait for his words to turn bitter, the familiar accusations of selfishness, the condescension. 

Instead, he looks at you with wounded eyes, “You don’t want children with me?”

“What? That’s not what I said.”

He pauses, Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulps. The oven continues to hum softly in the background, its built-in timer clicking at equal intervals. In a different context, it might have given you a sense of peace, but right now it feels mocking. Your time is almost up.

“Spencer, that’s not what I said, honey.”

“Yeah, I heard you.” he turns back to the salad.

You watch him helplessly, searching for any way to bring him back to you.

“You kept asking about my mom,” he murmurs, “It’s not that I didn’t want you to meet her, it’s that, it’s—well, she’s in a home. A– a mental facility. She’s schizophrenic.”

This is not how you expected this conversation to go. “Spencer.”

“I guess, you know, that’s genetically passed down, and it’s no secret that my teammates suspect I’m on the spectrum, so my genetic makeup isn’t exactly the most desirable in terms of a partner with whom you would want to—to procreate.”

God, you wish he had been like most people and accused you of being a selfish bitch instead. 

“No,” you gasp, crossing the space between you. His hand is cold when you wrap your fingers around it. Unfortunately, you don’t think you have any warmth to give. Your own hands are clammy, but you try anyway, tugging it away from the tongs he’s using to mindlessly swirl at the contents of the salad. “It’s not like that at all.”

“It’s not?”

“No. And I’m sorry about your mom, I–I’m sure this isn’t how you wanted to tell me about her.” the words feel futile, worthless. You’re entirely unprepared for something like this. He hasn’t told you much about Diana Reid, and you’d given him space, and now… now you understand why.

A beat as he considers. His body angles towards you now, his stance hunching forward into that familiar slouch you’ve come to love. You can’t tell if he’s relaxed or defeated, and that uncertainty burns in the back of your throat. “So you just don’t—”

“I don’t want kids, plain and simple. It’s got nothing to do with your genes, or your suspected autism, I just…” You falter, hands tightening over his own. You wish you could be more eloquent, but there’s so much uncertainty, so many truths being dropped in the span of minutes. You wait for more questions, for the inevitable but aren’t you worried about your legacy? Wouldn’t you get lonely? Motherhood is fulfilling for women. Sentiments you always get when you share this particular choice. 

You prepare your arsenal of responses, defenses you’ve practiced and perfected throughout the years, ready for any attempts to make you change your mind.

Somehow, he manages to choose the most devastating response instead. Muttering so quietly you almost don’t catch it, Spencer says, “But I do.”

You wonder how you got this long without ever talking about this? How had you gone five months with him, allowed yourself to let your walls down and fall in love, memorized the scars and calluses all over his body without ever discussing the topic of children? It seems silly, most people talk about that stuff from the get go, don’t they? To see if they would be compatible in the long run? 

But you’ve never had that before, the luxury of future plans. You’ve come to accept that the floor will inevitably collapse beneath your feet, that your time with someone will run out. When you’re used to having an expiry date, you don’t bother to make plans. The only way to survive is to live in the moment. Cinderella and her midnight curfew. 

“Oh.” It’s a filler word, but the silence is beginning to get to you. You stare at your entwined hands. His thumb is running back and forth across your knuckles, the action familiar and soothing, and allow yourself a moment to believe, to hope, that there’s time left for this. That time would never run out.

His next words break your heart even more, “I know it’s silly, especially with how much risk is involved. With my job, my—”

“It’s not silly at all, Spence.” you gulp, trying to push past the lump in your throat as you remember how he acts around his godson Henry in those rare times he’s had to babysit, “You’d make a great dad.”

“You’d make a great mom too.”

“Spencer.”

“I’ve seen you with your own nephews. You’re great with kids.”

“Don’t—”

“I’m not trying to change your mind,” he finally pulls you in, lips finding the top of your head, “I respect your choice, I do. I’m sorry that I seem like I’m pressuring you.”

“You’re not,” it’s even harder to catch your breath when your face is pressed against him, but you don’t make a move. Losing air seems like a fair compromise if it means you get to feel his touch. The way this conversation went has you reeling, confused. You’d been prepared to defend yourself, to explain your choices and make him understand, potentially to argue. His respect and acceptance is an entirely different battlefield, but no less vicious. 

With all the courage you can muster, you speak the words into existence even though you dread the answer. “Is this a deal breaker? Having children?”

He’s quiet. You wonder if this is even still a battlefield. You wonder if this is surrender, quiet and unassuming, a white flag raised before the fighting even began. If it is, then it stings, his soft acceptance. You almost find yourself wishing he’d try to convince you instead if it means he’ll fight for you more.

Your mind wanders back to Cinderella, the little game you’ve been playing, the way you’ve been holding out on the answer because it amuses you to hear the variety of interpretations and musings he’ll come up with. You promised yourself you’d tell him when the time is right, but now you’re afraid he’ll never get the answer. It feels useless, the cat and mouse you’ve developed, not when you’re faced with a real, human issue. A difference in life goals. Something communication potentially couldn’t fix.

His heart is drumming relentlessly against your cheek. It brings you some sick sense of comfort, knowing that he’s just as terrified as you are. 

“Spencer?” Is this the end? Please don’t let this be the end, please don’t be another good thing I lose.

The timer on the oven dings, piercing in the tense silence. Your midnight curfew has come. Dinner is ready.

Happy Valentines <3 thank you for reading, here's the rest of my masterlist

Also tagging @olderwomenenthusiast ty for the interest it is here

[tarotlexa]

PICK A PILE READING- how do you romanticize your own suffering?

welcome back my loves to another shadow work prompt of mine, this is aimed at those who made suffering part of their personality.

as always, this is a collective reading so take what resonates and leave what does not. luv u <3

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pile 1: idk why but "it seems like once again you had to greet me with goodbye" was echoing though my mind as i was shuffling for you, so i decided i'll add this onto your reading.

it looks like you romanticize your suffering as the path to arrival, you may believe deep down that pain is a rite of passage to earn joy, connection and satisfaction. the four of wands suggests that you view happiness as something you get AFTER the storm, not during or before. you may romanticize suffering as a means to feel deserving of success, family and security, perhaps your family has taught you that suffering is a must as well (they suffered during their upbringing, you must too). and yet you almost refuse this notion with the chariot being here, i feel like you're aware of the fact that this is simply not right. you build momentum through struggle, you move by pushing against resistance. you may have started to realize recently how much of an impact your family/parents had on your mindset and how toxic it is.

the story you built around this suffering also includes the fact that you feel like you must be useful to feel loved, you have a need to constantly prove yourself, explain, defend, perform and intellectualize so that no one will shame you for your feelings (except yourself, of course. why is everyone else allowed to feel something but you? why do you have to justify your ache?). the three of pentacles says you see relationships and even your own healing as a group project you must earn your place in, you don't just want to be seen, you want to feel valued. and suffering becomes the thing that justifies your presence. your pain becomes your resume. look how much I’ve survived. that’s why I deserve this love, this role, this space.

the truth is, you don't need to suffer to be chosen. you might have built a brilliant personality around surviving and suffering, you have learned to measure your worth in bruises and work ethic and how well you hide the ache. but i want you to know that you are allowed to arrive without suffering for the ticket, you are allowed to rest and still be powerful. joy can come now, you don't need to suffer to deserve it. you still matter, even when you're not suffering my dearest pile 1.

pile 2: do you believe your heartbreak to be a rite of ascension? because it certainly feels so lmao, you romanticize your suffering as a source of transformation, power and recognition. tbh i relate a lot to this pile.

you may see pain as your personal power, you nurture it like a wounded garden believing that it makes you more desirable, more creative and more magnetic. and if you're an artist, i guess that could actually work for you in some way.

you may also associate pain with a glow up arc (like whenever girls glow up after ending their relationships lol) but not because it would make you feel better to be hot for yourself but simply because you want, no, you need the applause after the suffering, triumph after tragedy. with death being also here, you see suffering as initiation, you might even be a scorpio or pluto/saturn dominant. every version of you must die before being reborn.

you find beauty in emotional and spiritual intimacy that destroys you, you might be someone who doesn't fall in love with people but with their potential. you're drawn to the ache of loving someone who mirrors your soul but can't actually hold it, so you're left craving them. you find pain beautiful when it's hidden, sacred and unspoken, when it makes you feel chosen by the universe even if no one else chooses you. it's almost like you believe that pain makes you feel holy. it is alchemy after all. you believe you’re here to heal others through your own wounds. and the three of swords says you’ve been pierced by love a few times and instead of pulling the sword out, you built a cathedral around it. you believe suffering makes you softer. wiser. worthy. "i see no reason why i cant be both the love interest and the antagonist" vibes lol

you’ve been conditioned to see pain as a holy rite. to make your suffering sacred, to turn every heartbreak into a pilgrimage but renewal doesn't have to come through sacrifice, you can receive without bleeding for it. you don't need to hurt to be seen, find a sacred practice for joy only, not just grief.

pile 3: this is the softest pile of them all i think, you don't scream your pain, you cradle it. you might be someone who confuses nostalgia with identity and survival with virtue.

you romanticize your suffering by mythologizing the past, with the six of cups here you see your pain through a childhood lens, soft focus, dreamlike and familiar. there's a bittersweet feeling here, you miss things that hurt you because they also shaped you and gave you an identity. you might be someone with incomprehensible amounts of childhood trauma too.

you suspend yourself in the ache because you're not sure of who you are without it, you believe it gives you perspective, depth and enlightenment. you let yourself hang there, hoping the world sees your sacrifice. you also give, give, give to prove you're good or maybe because receiving feels unsafe, you are someone who's VERY generous and prone to getting taken advantage of. in the offering, you mistake depletion for virtue. you find beauty in quiet endurance, you romanticize being the strong one, the person who feels everything and says nothing because they don't want to feel like a burden, and yet your grief lingers. it's unresolved but dignified, sort of like an altar. you think it’s beautiful to hurt gracefully. to carry the weight and still smile. to keep walking with tears in your throat and your hands outstretched because you want to save others first. the story here is "i suffer alone so others won't have to", with the hermit there's surely a tendency to isolate and turn inward, you make your pain private so that you can "control" it better. this solitude has limits, it's trapping you and you're waiting for something or someone to shift but nothing arrives when you refuse to be seen. you don't have to fight this alone, i promise. you might have mistaken self denial for wisdom but the universe is telling you that you can heal only if you come back into the world. let others save you for once. you’ve been taught to be the quiet soldier. the gentle ghost. the background saint. but i want t tell you that you deserve loud joy. shameless pleasure. support you didn’t earn. you don’t have to keep proving your goodness through pain. don't carry this alone please, you deserve to be held as much as you held others during their grief. practice receiving instead of selflessly giving. let someone help you carry the weight pile 3, you are loved. even saints need softness.

thank you so much for reading! this reading isn't meant to shame your suffering but to help you understand it. let me know your thoughts of course. replies, feedback, yapping and reblogs are deeply appreciated <3 take care <3

[yourmidnightlover]

the sun

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: after the events of the snap, you find out news that's both heart wrenching and warming. what happens five years later when bucky's back?

warnings: death, mourning, pregnancy, childbirth, canon-typical violence (not much but just adding to cover all the bases), loosely based on end game and infinity war (as in ignore my mistakes lmaooo), if i failed to mention any warnings PLEASE LET ME KNOW!

wc: 2.6k

a/n: dude idk why i've had an urge to write such heart wrenching angst lately. i'm actually in a decent place rn. i tried to cut this fic down bc originally it was SOOOO long i felt like a lot of it was just filler and i feel like shorter fics of mine tend to do better... ANYWHO! this does have a happy/hopeful ending so no worries! also picturing this beefcake for this story is AGHHHHHHH!

you never thought two lines on a stick could ever break your heart the way they did.

tears clouded your vision as you gripped the counter, trying not to crumble or succumb to your grief.

6 weeks ago, the avengers lost. everything.

half of the world, gone in a moment.

in one moment, your world collapsed. seeing bucky fade to dust right in front of you...

sobs wracked through your body as you crumbled to the ground.

this was supposed to be a happy moment. there should be tears of joy, not sobs of sorrow. your heart should feel full of love, not like there's a super-soldier sized hole in it.

"y/n," nat's voice rang outside the door, giving you a moment to yourself.

"just-," you tried to level your breathing before she opened the door, knowing but not understanding the grief you were feeling.

she wrapped her arms around your body, tucking your head into her neck as she gently rubbed your back soothingly. steve leaned against the bathroom door, glancing on the counter to see what they had all expected.

a positive pregnancy test.

you were having bucky's baby.

without bucky.

you gripped his dog tags that you had been wearing since the funeral. they were the only thing that could truly ground you.

they brought back happy memories of cuddling in bed, the cool metal shocking your skin for only a moment before realizing that it was only bucky and smiling at the memory.

god, it hadn't even been two months.

how were you supposed to do this alone?

"we're here for you," steve's voice called from the doorway, as if he could hear your thoughts. "you'll never be alone. not in this... not ever." he shook his head, his brows furrowed in a serious, straight line.

eventually, your sobs subsided. you stood with nat from your seat on the ground, wiping your own eyes mustering up a pathetic smile before she left you and steve to work out your grief together.

"we didn't even know it was possible," you shrugged. "it's like he sent me them..." you placed your hand on an invisible bump before facing steve, his teary eyes reminding you that he had lost his best friend, too. "he sent us this baby."

you reached your hand out for steve to hold. he took it gratefully and pulled you into his arms, hugging you tight and letting only a few tears slip his waterline before pulling back.

"if you'll let me, i want to be there for you for everything," his chin wobbled. "buck would kick my ass if i let you go through this alone." a genuine laugh left your lips for the first time in nearly two months.

"i would be so grateful for that," you nodded as you let go of his arms. "part of me still can't believe that it's real. it's like part of me still expects him to walk into the compound from a long mission or something..." you shook your head. "i know that sounds so stupid."

"it's not," he shook his head with a smile. "it's what i wish was true, maybe it's your subconscious trying to preserve your mind?"

"maybe," you shrugged before continuing, "i should probably talk to tony and bruce, huh?"

-

you knew you were around eight weeks along.

according to the doctors' tony had enlisted, however, you were already 12 weeks along, which was impossible.

bucky had been gone on a mission at that time... but it's whatever. you got to hear the heartbeat. steve went with you, too. you both bawled together. you kept three copies of the ultrasound and he kept two.

banner had already offered to do some testing on the dna of the baby, noting that the serum would likely affect the pregnancy (as it probably already has).

you had talked to tony about retiring from the whole superhero gig for the time being. you needed to mourn and prepare for a new life simultaneously. tony had promised to provide anything you needed at the drop of a hat, and he sure as hell delivered.

within no time, your pregnancy was being measured at 20 weeks while only being pregnant for 12. banner was concerned for your body's ability to keep up with the rapid rate of growth of the baby. he had you on a strict, hefty diet with two different prenatal vitamins in attempt to help your nutrition.

in spite of your best efforts, you were always exhausted and in pain. but you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. this was bucky's baby. you didn't care how much pain you went through when you had half of him growing inside of you.

you couldn't walk for long without feeling like passing out, which banner chalked up to low iron. steve had grown progressively more worried for you and the baby the longer the pregnancy went on.

as a result, he had moved into the spare room that was in your and bucky's house. truly, it just made it easier for him to help you finish up the nursery anyway.

he was very handy about it all, painting, building furniture from scratch, the whole deal.

"i've been thinking... and if it's a girl, i want to name her evangeline james barnes," you informed steve as you ate the steak he had been making for the past few weeks of your pregnancy, as ordered by dr. banner. that with carrots, broccoli, potatoes, and for dessert strawberries, blueberries and raspberries over ice cream. "and if it's a boy, cyrus james barnes. evangeline means good news, and cyrus means sun."

steve placed his hand over yours, "i think buck would've loved them." he smiled warmly as you downed the food in a few minutes.

you had begun showing soon after you found out you were pregnant, but now, it felt like it was impossible to hide. nat had been wonderful about helping you keep up with the changes your body was going through, getting you new maternity clothes every week.

she even made sure to get you every single craving that wasn't in accordance to banner's hefty diet. not that he didn't want you to eat more, he thought it was best you did! but he also wanted to make sure that with all that you did eat, your body got as many nutrients as possible.

just to be safe, he kept you on other vitamin supplements anyway.

you couldn't help but imagine what bucky would say or do about everything now.

he would hold your body closely, pressing firm kisses to your bump every chance he could get while whispering some sickly sweet sayings to your unborn child, words that would melt the winter soldier's cold exterior.

he would whisper words of encouragement any moment you felt worried about your abilities to be a mom. he would say how beautiful you were, in spite of being bloated in places you didn't know could bloat.

he would be wonderful, and in your mind, he was still alive and vibrant. well, as vibrant as bucky ever was, at least.

truthfully, that's the only way you were able to keep going on like this. steve was wonderful, but you couldn't help but want the love of your life by your side as you tried to navigate this new chapter.

in a couple more weeks, you were projected to be at 32 weeks. bruce and tony were talking with your doctors about the safety of inducing so early, both for you and the baby.

oh, and you wanted the gender to be a surprise.

and within the week, you were having your baby.

steve and nat were by your side during the birth, whispering encouraging words and compliments of your strength.

"i need him!" you screamed in pain as you held one of each of their hands, sobbing in agony. "i need james! i need my bucky! i can't do this alone, i can't-i can't!"

"you can," nat reminded you. "this baby needs you," she held your face to look at hers. "bucky is a part of this baby." you swore you could see tears in her eyes before turning to face steve.

"remember what you told me when you found out you were pregnant?" he didn't bother wiping the tears from his face. "bucky sent you-sent us this baby. he knows you can do it." you sniffled before nodding at your two best friends, pushing with one last scream and a second later, you had...

"cyrus james barnes," the nurse called to you. "it's a boy, congratulations mom."

-

the next few years went by quicker than you could've ever imagined.

crawling, first words, first steps...

you missed bucky. not a day passed where you didn't miss him.

but, having cy helped a lot. he looked just like his father. dark brown hair, icy blue eyes, a cute little nose... not to mention his father's stubbornness.

you made sure he knew who his father was. you took him to the museum often, showing him the statue of his father and his background in the world war, him saving the world so much. you told him how you fell in love with him.

how you fell for the quiet man before ever really talking to him. how you were partners on a long-term, undercover mission and that's where your love ignited from the sparks.

not that cy understood any of what you told him. you just felt it was important to know that his parents loved him, and each other dearly.

you never took off his dog tags, either.

steve was a huge help the whole time. he kept working for the avengers, so he was gone often, but he provided a good male role model for cyrus. after all, he was his uncle steve. he already taught him how to throw a ball, albeit a little softball, but it counts!

you made sure to document everything that went on in yours and cyrus's life.

banner had said that cyrus was growing at an exceeding rate, but nothing to be concerned about. in fact, cyrus was turning five in almost half a year, meaning the anniversary of bucky's death, or disappearance or whatever you called it, was coming up.

then, you got a call from tony and banner.

it all happened so quickly, from testing to planning to the execution. pepper watched cyrus for you while you went back with steve, scott, and tony to get the tesseract.

of course, the men being men had to come upon a few hiccups, but eventually, after going as far back as the 70s, you brought back the tesseract.

the only thing is that nat never came back...

next thing you know, bruce is snapping his fingers and clint is getting a call from his supposedly deceased wife. your eyes fill with tears, hands searching in your pockets for your phone to see if you've gotten anything yet.

is it possible he wasn't brought back? he was the first to... disintegrate. die. maybe that meant something in the eyes of the stones?

then, you felt a buzz in your hand.

although, you didn't have any time to try to grasp what that meant, because more aliens came to earth.

shocker.

after yet another war, one that you weren't even prepared for, after losing more people, again. after losing tony...

but amidst the chaos of the aftermath of the fight, with screams of joy and shock and grief surrounding you, tears streaming down your face, your eyes met the blue ones you only saw in your son.

he slowly walked towards you as the tears sped up. you didn't even realize when your feet began running towards him.

when his arms wrapped around your waist, you finally felt the home you thought you had come to terms with never feeling again. your arms wrapped around his neck, your face buried in his shoulder as you breathed in the scent of gunmetal that had overtaken him in the battle.

"oh my god," you cried into the leather of his jacket. he lifted you off the ground, your legs wrapping around his waist as you felt his smile on your cheek. "i can't believe you're really here."

"i'm here, doll," his hands cradled your head so tenderly. "i'm not ever leaving again. never."

you pulled back before your eyes widened in realization. "you've gotta meet someone, jamie."

his brows furrowed in confusion, just smiling and nodding along with whatever you said.

within the next few hours, simply being held by bucky before steve stole him away with a hug, you finally brought him home.

"so, steve moved in," you started as you pulled your car into the driveway, turning to see bucky looking at you with an incredulous look. "you'll see why." you reached to hold his hand before he brought yours to his lips, pressing a kiss there.

you told him to wait in the car as you went inside to relieve the babysitter for cyrus. after giving him some cash, he went outside, knocking on your car window to let bucky know he should make his way inside.

upon entering, he saw you sitting on the floor with a little boy with striking blue eyes that seemed so familiar to him. his nose, too. his lips though, they were all yours. he had a slight grin plastered on his lips, one that matched yours to a t.

"daddy?" suddenly, it all clicked.

his heart, his mind, his fucking soul, everything made sense now. the pain, hydra, the mind washing, the torture.

meeting you. falling in love. dying?

his son.

he started walking closer to bucky before the steady walk turned into a run. bucky knelt down, wrapping the boy in his arms, cradling his tiny frame in his arms protectively. his son.

"cyrus james barnes," you said with a teary smile on your face. bucky, without breaking the hug with his son, looked up at you with a smile that matched yours. "cyrus means 'sun', and i thought it was fitting. he brought me so much light and hope after you..." you choked up before he stood up with cy in his arms, walking towards you before wrapping you in the big, family hug.

"i love you so much, both of you."

[vikspretty]

“slut!”

spencer had never told the team he had a girlfriend, never mind what her job was

masterlist

pairing: spencer reid x reader

tags: fem! reader, no y/n, reader is a stripper (not explicit), based on a tiny scene but idk what ep or season, fluff!

notes: i was watching spencer clips and i saw the scene of him from i think season 6 where he and Emily were in a strip club asking questions. Then I was listening to slut! by taylor and thought i could make this work somehow. this isnt me calling strippers sluts btw!!! i just know some guys who have called them sluts and i love the chorus of this song and figured i could make it into something.

wc: 1,468

“And if they call me a slut, You know it might be worth it for once” — Taylor Swift's "Slut!" (Taylor's Version) (From The Vault)

He honestly hadn't meant for his team to find out about you through him spilling about your job. He also hadn't meant to keep you as a secret but with the continuous cases recently, he hadn't had much chance to tell them about you.

Spencer asking the witness if her boyfriend had a problem with her job wasn't judgemental, it was a question they needed to ask, and he knew how some men reacted to finding out their girlfriends were strippers, you had told him enough stories from your own experiences to support this.

"It's how we met, so no. Why? Do you have a problem with it?"

"No I don't, actually my girlfriend is in the same line of work and also I'm from Vegas so-" He stopped his ramble early at Emily's pointed look. He had assumed it was because he was starting to ramble, but her look of, 'we need to talk' told him it was because of this new fact about him that she didn't know. Luckily, she dropped it for now and the rest of the talk went smoothly. The subject of a girlfriend wasn't brought up until they were back at the precinct.

"Got anything for us?" Morgan asked as Spencer and Emily walked in.

"Yeah, did you know Reid has a girlfriend?" Emily questioned, not giving Spencer a chance to say anything about the case. Morgan's face shot up in surprise as did JJ's, but Emily continued, "And get this, she's a stripper!"

Ignoring the looks he was getting, Spencer turned to Emily, his tone accusatory. "You say that like it's a bad thing." Immediately, Emily corrected herself.

"No, of course it's not, it's just-"

"We didn't expect someone like that to be your type." JJ said.

Before Spencer had a chance to say that they had never even met her so how could they know, Hotch and Rossi walked in, forcing a subject change.

It wasn't until they were on the jet home and Spencer was reading a book waiting for your reply to him asking to come over for the night that the topic of his mystery girlfriend was brought up again.

As Emily took a seat across from him she asked what they had all been wanting to know. "So how come we've never met your girlfriend? Or even heard of her?"

"I did want to tell you all but it was still relatively new and then we had a long string of cases and I wanted her to meet you when I told you so I just didn't mention it." As he was talking, his phone pinged with a text to which he immediately picked up to read.

"So now that we know, do we get to meet her?"

"I will ask her. You guys were thinking of going out tonight right? I'm going straight to her apartment so I can see if she's off tonight to join us."

That seemed to be enough for Emily as she nodded and gave Spencer a smile, walking back to her seat from before.

You could tell Spencer was hiding something. When he arrived at your apartment he was quiet and it seemed like he wanted to talk but he hid it by practically devouring you and keeping you moaning for over an hour.

Deciding you wanted to find out what it was right now, you took action: grabbing his book from his hands and placing it page down on the table behind you, straddling him on the couch. His hands instinctively went to your waist as he gave you a kiss, despite his questioning look.

"Hi." He said, to which you replied the same. "As much as I do love you on me, we decided to rest for a while. Realised you actually can't resist me after all?" He joked.

It was true. To resist Spencer was torture but your pride refused to let you go back on your statement from earlier so quickly. In your break earlier Spencer had called you insatiable when he got up to get you some water. To this you denied and said that you could easily resist him, you just never wanted to and so Spencer challenged you.

"No... but I can tell you want to say something and I'm just curious to find out what it is."

Spencer had been holding off on asking you to go out with him tonight. He couldn't understand why he was so nervous but he took a breath and asked you anyway.

"It kind of slipped during the last case that I have a girlfriend and also what your job was and now my team wants you to come out with us tonight." Spencer spoke quickly in hopes to not stumble over himself.

Your head filled with questions like why was he scared to tell you this? what prompted him to tell them? was he meaning to keep you a secret? Instead you replied with one single "Yes," throwing Spencer completely off guard. He was expecting at least a question about why he had only just told them when you had been together for nearly 3 months now.

"Oh, that's great, um, we're going to a bar not too far from here actually and we can leave in about 2 hours?"

You nodded and internally decided against bombarding him with questions, instead going in for a kiss, all pride and challenge from earlier forgotten.

The nerves only hit you when you were walking to the bar hand in hand with Spencer. Your face must have displayed these nerves, prompting Spencer to pull you closer and ask if you were okay.

"Yeah, I am, I'm excited to meet your team, but you told them about my job right? They're not all weird about it?" Usually, you didn't care about what people think about you, but you really liked Spencer, and the way he spoke about his team proved that he cared deeply for them and you just wanted them to like you too. From the way Spencer had spoken about them, they didn't seem like the type to judge people for doing what they needed to for money, as long as it was legal of course, but still, you'd had your fair share of encounters with boyfriend's friends that have lead to you being dumped all because they've seen you on stage.

"They would never. They're nice people, truly. And I can tell you right now, Emily will be all over you for how you look tonight."

His words lifted your nerves and by the time you were walking through the bar doors, you were eager to meet them. It took not a minute for Spencer's hand to be at the small of your back leading you to a booth full of people. You took a deep breath saying to yourself that even if they called you a slut, it might be worth it for once, as long as you were seen on Spencer's arm.

Getting to the booth you noticed four people sat, watching as you guys approached. You could feel their eyes on you but to your surprise, they didn't feel judgemental or disgusted - they were kind and eager.

Before Spencer had a chance to introduce you to anyone, a woman was in front of you offering her hand. "Hi, I'm Emily, you are so hot!" Her enthusiasm made you giggle as you shook her hand and replied with your name and "So are you!"

As you got acquainted with the team, Spencer left to the bar to buy you and him a drink, smiling to himself as he saw your own smile from across the bar.

The rest of the night ran smoothly with you quickly realising just how true Spencer's words were. None of his team even cared about what kind of job you had, all they cared about was if you were a good match for their youngest team member.

As you parted ways from Penelope's hold, promising to go out with her and the other girls alone again, Spencer watched with a smile.

"You really love her, huh?" Derek's voice startled Spencer slightly, but he nodded anyway, giving you his biggest grin as you came closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head on his chest.

"Yeah, I really do." Spencer replied, putting his arm around your waist and saying goodbye as he began to lead you back to your apartment. You didn't even need to have heard what Derek had said to him because you could see it in Spencer's eyes. Because in a world of boys who judged you and called you a slut for doing what you're good at, Spencer was a gentleman who would never let those boys anywhere near you.

this one took me a little longer to finish up than i had intended cause work was draining the past few days but i finally got it done. i have more ways to lengthen it but then id feel like it drags on and i just wanted to get it out so i apologise for the semi-rushed ending. i actually dont mind this one so i hope you enjoyed and please send requests, the people i can write for are in my masterlist!

dividers by @cafekitsune

thank you for reading!

[krystella-shifts]

Everything is clicking for me y'all!!! ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ Part 2 lmao

If you need help with: • how to stop reacting to the 3d • stop looking at 3d for validation & be ur own validation • how to manifest shifting/shift using loa • manifest FASTER cuz you won't be wavering anymore • ALL OF IT CAN BE ANSWERED FOR YOU IN THIS POST

First of let's take a example ✨

Manifesting money example ★*'•

let's say you Affirm for money, you script it or whatever you do and you get movement. You see signs or hear about a promotion at your job or idk hearing your parents talk about giving you sum cash lol BUT THEN you check your bank account and it's the same amount or you didn't see anything, you didn't hear anything else from your parents and you get discharged like "oh wtvr. Didn't work. Nothing is happening" blah blah

If you're not a shifter you don't have to read this.

Shifting ⊹ .° ୭̥

as a shifting blog (yes it is 😭) let's take a shifting example & explanation for understanding and applying in shiftings case.

So you were trying to shift to your dr and you felt all the symptoms, lights, emotions and sensations that you are there, you affirmed,you did the method, you felt like you ARE there but you were still nervous to open your eyes, unsure if you shifted but you finally did open your eyes.... And it was your bubble reality (I call this shiz bubble reality deal with it 💀) THEN YOU GOT FRUSTRATED AND PUT LABELS ON THIS ATTEMPT AS A "FAILED ATTEMPT" AND ROLLED OVER AND CALLED IT A DAY.

My honest reaction if you've done anything like that:

First of all- why're you "TRYING"?? you're the one deciding here, you're the creator of your reality. No matter what kind of reality you're experiencing, you 🫵🏻 created it. Yes you did. And all those symptoms, yeah tbh it's fun to feel symptoms but they're just the effects on body and your body is NOT the one shifting so don't focus on it too much, use it as a placebo effect rather. if you get symptoms believe that they mean you're shifting/have shifted. You did all that affirming, visualizing and felt it, you were almost certain you shifted.. but the thing is you need to be FULLY certain instead of almost certain. No matter what you see, you keep having it in your mind/imagination. HERE'S WHY YOU DO NOT LOOK AT THE 3D FOR VALIDATION... CUZ IT IS LOOKING RIGHT BACK AT YOU RIGHT IN THE FACE FOR VALIDATIONNNN. you're the validation here.

4d is above 3d for a reason. Why we call it more real reality is because it is the one creating. Imagination is the creative mode, like a factory where it's all made. Physical world is just a reflection of it so what's more real bruh? A mirror? Absolutely not. So why would you look at it for validation. It's like wanting to put on mascara but you're putting it on the mirror and asking why it's not working. Cuz YOU ARE THE ONE WHO NEEDS TO CHANGEEE. if you are not even changing then don't even be upset that the 3d is still the same pls. Ofc it is cuz your core beliefs are still the same as well!

You don't look outside of you for validation when you're literally creating the outside from the inside (your imagination.)

It's like reading yesterday's news paper and expecting today's news.

A very important thing that clicked for me was when I Affirm/visualise/script wtvr, it's inevitable that I'm gonna get what I want so there's ABSOLUTELY NO REASON ON GOD'S GREEN EARTH TO CHECK THE 3D BRUH. it clicked for me that 3d is so ducking powerless 😮‍💨 unless ‼️ YOU give it power. It's ONLY a reflection of who you are, what you're being/your state. Idgaf, the law doesn't gaf. whatever you assume IS true.

So why are you letting 3d decide if you have it or not? If you shifted or not? If you stick to the fact that you do have it, NOT for the 3d to confirm, cuz that's inevitable, but for YOU. do it for you bro, do it for you. And OBVIOUSLY it's gonna be reflected in the physical IF YOU ARE STICKING TO THE NEW STORY. Don't go back and forth with "oh I have it" "no i don't FML" "i am in my dr" "when will I shift from this reality? It sucks" YOU CAN'T SERVE TWO MASTERSSSS

So stop looking at the 3d for validation cuz you're the one who created and is creating it. Even if you open your eyes here- no you didn't. No you DID NOT. You're literally in your DR, wtf are you talking about? You're literally slaying. I am in my dr cuz I said so. Idgaf what 3d says.

TMI: my wallpaper literally says "Go within, everything you need is there" No matter what it is, it's gonna happen if you have it in the 4d.

[lowkeyerror]

My Wife, My Everything

Agatha Harkness x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Notes: Requested, established relationship, Rio in the coven, fluff, wedding

Summary: It's been over 300 years it might be time to put a ring on it.

An: 🫣 hey... how yall doing? It's nearly 3 months since my last post, it's also 3am. The inspiration came and died and then i got scared to go the app 🫣 idk if I'm back, but hey

Masterlist | Masterlist 2

It just made sense. That’s what you told yourself when you decided to propose to Agatha. She hadn’t hinted at wanting to get married or pressured you into it, but it had been years. Hundreds of years, that you had been committed to each other. You’d been married over and over if common law had anything to say about it.

You were in the backyard of your house late on night. Simply going down memory lane with each other. Sharing stories and laughter easily. Agatha was looking out at the sky while you were looking at her. The ring box flat in your pocket.

“We should get married,” you had said casually.

“Is this you asking me?” Agatha had an amused tone in her voice.

“Give me second.”

It’s not graceful as you get out of your chair. Her eyes follow you as you get down on one knee. Your hand finds one of hers.

“Are you-?”

She watches carefully as you pull out the ring box from your pocket. It opens, and inside is one of the most beautiful gems Agatha has laid her eyes on. The central diamond sparkles something fierce while the band also gleams.

“I think it’s fair to say that I’ve already made the decision to spend the rest of my life with you. It’s nearly been 3 centuries that we’ve been together.  Which perhaps makes this very long overdue, but neither of us are too keen on good timing. I don’t want to ramble too much. I did have all these things I wanted to say and express, but I think in the simplest terms, it’s just that I’d love to marry you.”

Agatha had tears welling in her eyes, she wiped them away dramatically, “I mean you could ramble a little.”

You roll your eyes but begin speaking nonetheless, “We never really talked about marriage so it never really crossed my mind. Recently though, I’ve been wondering, why not? Why not add, my wife into the vocabulary of all the other things I call you? It’s a new age, it’s perfectly legal. I decided a long time that I wanted forever with you and I'd like to think you want forever with me. This ring is just me doubling down on something I already believe in, us.”

She takes your face in her hands, “You’re taking my last name.”

You surge forward, lips pressing against her’s. Her soft palms feel warm against your face. You melt like it’s the first time you kissed her.

You pull away first a giggle escapes your lips, “I figured that much.”

She pecks your lips once more, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Wedding planning wasn’t something you and Agatha were necessarily good at. However, your coven was more than capable of handling the special day. It wasn’t going to be anything extravagant, just a backyard affair with your closest friends.

Rio handled the flowers, Jen and Billy worked on the set up, Alice was preparing the music, and Lilia would be officiating.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” you look at yourself in your wedding attire.

The classic white color with accents of purple had you smiling.

“About time any longer and I would’ve stolen her back from you,” Rio approaches you from behind.

“Very funny Vidal,” you say dryly.

She turns you to her straightening out your clothes a bit, and fixing a loose strand of your hair. She smiles at you brightly, “There, now you look a little more ready to marry the love of your life.”

“Thank you, Rio. For all your help,” you get sappy with her.

In classic fashion she rolls her eyes, “Don’t go all soft on me. I just want to see my girls happy. Now get out there and make it official after 300 years.”

You go out first, standing to the right of Lilia as your other friends looked on. You couldn't stop the smile on your face waiting for Agatha to walk down the aisle.

Alice begins playing the classic wedding song. Your posture straightens a bit. When you see Agatha in her dress for the first time it knocks the air out of your lungs.

You don’t fight the tears that spill from your eyes. How could you? She was stunning possibly even more than the day you met her.

When she’s directly in front of you, you reach for her hands and she takes yours.

Lilia properly starts the ceremony and when she gets to the vows you’re prepared, but Agatha wants to go first.

“I never thought that someone like me could be afforded a happy ending. The life I lived is far from innocent and pure. It had been an uphill battle for as long as I could remember. Then you came into my life and did something that I didn’t think was possible. You loved me. Despite all of my… flaws, despite my reputation, despite my stubbornness, you loved me. There’s not a second that goes by that I don’t feel your loved wrapped around me. Something like a warm hug shielding me from a snowstorm. It doesn’t seem like enough, but from you it is. I vow to be that for you until my last breath because for over 300 years you’ve been saving me from freezing me to death."

It takes everything in you to keep from sobbing during her voes, your speech forgotten in your brain. You look into her eyes when it’s your turn, speaking from your heart.

“When I proposed I said I didn’t want to ramble, because if I started, I’d never stop. There’s nothing that I don’t love about you Agatha. I love when you scowl at the kids at the mall, I love when you use magic for mundane things like turning the lights on, I love when you hum to yourself while you work, I love when you yell at me for not wearing my glasses. You say that I’ve been saving you, but love, you’ve been saving my ass since the day we met. You quite literally saved me from those hunters, you took me in when you didn’t have to. When everyone was saying it was against your character. Maybe I saved your from freezing, but you’ve saved me from burning myself into the ground. I don’t have anything new to promise you after over 300 years. All I have is the same thing you’ve had since the beginning; my everything.”

There’s not a dry eye in the audience as you two stand across from each other. Tear streaks running down your faces. Even Lilia has to wipe her eyes.

“If anyone has a reason that these two shouldn’t be married, speak now or forever hold your peace."

Rio slowly pretends to raise her hand before Jen smacks her in the back of the head. It earns a chuckle from the audience, everyone knowing it was a joke. It was needed after such intense vows.

 “Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you wife and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

Neither of you hesitated. Though you had an audience there was no use in trying to hold back the passion. The vows had charged the moment. With rings on your fingers and tears on your face, you melted into each other.

Applause and boisterous cheers rang out when you parted. When you looked into her eyes it’s as if she was the only person there.

“I love you, my gorgeous, powerful, and brilliant wife,” you can’t help but smile while saying it.

Agatha lets out an endearing laugh, “I love you too. My wife, my everything.”

[alwayscorvus]

( congratulations on no hiatus!! hope you have all the time in the world to do what you like and write more :D)

may i request yet another werewolf!yuanwu please,,,, i am. Starved and Famished™ for yuanwu content,,, n. need. blue husband content.

perhaps a domestic married life with werewolf!yuanwu? i am. interested and piqued to see what you might write. and i just need more yuanwu but furry and animalistic content ( no pressure, of course. take your time!)

Yuanwu as werewolf husband

malereader x werewolf!Yuanwu, fluff;

Ik that it's not a one long story, just a bunch of scenarios, but I wanted to use the style from my Blade posts and by doing so I could also include a lot more scenes/activities/habits. Maybe Yuanwu is a little bit too submissive in this and by that a lil out of character but... idk it just happened Dw your next request is going to be full a story!

And thank you for your wishes and for the req, im always happy to write for u!

When he gets back from work:

Late at night, while you are sitting on the couch watching some cliche tv show, you hear jiggling of the key. You quickly turn your head, aiming your gaze at the door where the noise is coming from. Without much thinking, you toss remote aside, get up and head towards hallway. Before you manage to reach your destination, you notice how wooden door begins to slowly swing open, revealing figure of a hunched Yuanwu. Tired after a full week of hard work, he laboriously slides inside. Shuffling his feet on the ground. Unaware of your presence, he slowly moves closer towards you. He slides off his shoes in a rush, and clumsily tosses his keys onto a small dresser. But they don't make it into a basket. They fall on the floor with a clash, like his bag for change of clothes.

You can hear quiet growls. Yuanwu stops at the distance of several inches from you. He furrows his eyebrows. Too exhausted to keep in touch with reality. Emptiness rings in his head. Dazed, he lets his instincts take over. The only things that fills his mind since leaving the gym are warm sheets and your comfy embrace. He struggles to understand why his path is blocked by someone else's legs.

Finally he lifts his head up. Surprised, he gently opens his mouth and focuses his attention on you. How you stand there, in a flawless state, leaning gently against the wall, with arms crossed over your chest and soft smile under your nose.

Yuanwu starts looking at you with sparkling eyes. As if you were some kind of god. His wasted state and awaiting gaze, full of hope. Like a silent plea for help. A search for care.

Oh, how much at times like this Yuanwu longs for you to take care of him. Take all the worries from his shoulders and start to pamper him. You are the only one who can do this. After all, outside the house he has to play tough. But he definitely isn't that strong.

He turns from a reserved and distinguished man to a pouty in your hands. Like a gently giant.

Before you can manage to fully open your arms in an inviting gesture, man throws himself into your embrace. Under the weight of such a big guy, you slightly lose your balance. At the last moment, you push yourself up with one leg to keep you both from falling on your back.

In your grasp, Yuanwu can finally breathe a sigh of relief. You are his home, through which he can rest. You are the one that makes him feel safe, not judged.

Man snuggles tighter into the crook of your neck, gently savoring your scent. Jasmine fragrance of shampoo starts to drug his senses. But not enough to keep him from feeling guilty. He bites his lower lip bitterly. How can you be so perfect. Well rested, freshly showered, dressed in new pajamas. He feels ashamed standing next to you like this. Worn down after a full day of work at the gym, drenched in sweat.

But you, as lovely as you are, don't care about this at all…

Scratching:

Your habit after every bad day at Yuanwu's job. When trained teenagers give him a hard time, or when, after an unexpected win, betting causes a stir among audience. You sit down on the edge of your worn-out couch, while Yuanwu lies down next to you, taking the remaining space. Wrapped in a blanket, he places his head on your thighs. Treating your lap as the best pillow.

You sink your hands into his slightly graying hair and with slow movements begin to massage his scalp. By doing so, you provoke a pleasant purrs from your man. Yuanwu can feel how tense veins on his forehead slowly begin to relax and throbbing gradualy fades away.

Man closes his eyes, completely uninterested with news that you've started to watch since you became married. He slowly drifts off into the land of sleep. But it doesn't really weaken his senses. As soon as he feels your movements begin to slacken, he immediately starts squirming and raising his head slightly in search of your touch. He doesn't stop growling till you return to work. He can't sleep without this lulling stroking.

When his transformation is incomplete:

Some full moons are more challenging than the others. Yuanwu doesn't always manage to get rid of all his accumulated emotions. His hormones run wild. And he is just too pent up.

And this has some side effects…

After full moons like these, it's difficult for him to fully transform back. To return to “normality”. Previous transformation leaves traces behind.

Whether in the form of a fluffy tail or pointy ears.

This sight always fascinates you.

It makes you laugh when his ears perk up and turn towards the side from which an interesting sound comes. A squirrel? Mailman? Or perhaps a threat? Yuanwu definitely needs to check it out…

He makes you go soft, when he starts to wag his tail at the sight of you, without ever knowing. Or when you say something nice to him. Compliment him. Praise him for doing well. He is so proud of himself at that time! And when you show him affection? Start stroking his back or scratching behind his ears? Besides the view, there is also a loud sound of bumping against the furniture. You almost begin to fear that he will bruise his tail…

You feel playful while touching his ears. Watching his reactions… At first he is surprised. His body flinches, as if an electric shock is passing through him. He looks at you. Slightly offended with betrayal. He wants to stop you. Scold you. Order you to never do such a thing again. However, before he manages to react, it's already too late. Yuanwu melts away, and you notice how he gazes at you aroused…

When he loses control:

Sometimes full moon leaves behind other side effects. Sometimes Yuanwu has his “moods.” He acts totally out of character. He turns from a true gentleman to… a beast. He starts talk back, looks for a fight. He feels like going for someone's throat.

He has some crumbs of common sense in him and knows that he is no longer a kid. Therefore he shouldn't behave like this. That's why on such days he stays at home and doesn't show himself to the public. But it doesn't change the fact that at home there is still you. Even if you spend half your time at work, eventually moment of confrontation needs to come.

Yuanwu starts to be sarcastic, adds snarky comments to each of your actions. Bored, you try to ingorge him until he gets tired. However, this rarely works. And ignored Yuanwu gets even more annoyed. Even if, he acts mean towards you his inner wolf still craves for your attention.

He starts nudging you, pulling at your sleeve, raising his voice. He whines for you to notice him. When he gets too loud and almost spills your tea, or starts accidentally destroying your papers, you can't stand it. You make a sudden move changing your positions. You pull his jaw down and expose his neck. In a confident motion, you sink your teeth into his neck. You don't let go until he calms down. Although you are not a wolf, you know that you need to assert your position. Show dominance. Even though you're aware that Yuawnu doesn't mean it, you can't let him behave this way.

That's why you don't let go even when he tries to break free from your grasp. It's only when he starts whimpering again. But this time not with pride, but rather in defeat. That's when you let him go. Checking the state of his skin in the meantime.

Yuanwu, like a startled puppy, curls up tighter and starts cuddling into you while whining softly. He tries to please you, to humor you, take you by the pity. He feels that you are the one with power, control. That you are the strong one here, that you are the one who can defend him. Therefore, he begins to seek out for your care and favor. And he knows it won't be easy after the way he just acted. How could he? Stupid Yuanwu. Stupid, stupid, stupid. You can't stand up to the alpha...

Wounds:

You're not the only one who can bite.

Yuanwu's fangs are made for that. And they can do quite a bit of harm even if they are not fully grown.

Sometimes when he is busy with something and you touch him by surprise, he bites. Without even realizing it. As in a defensive reaction. You don't mind it, but he blames himself a lot. He makes that sad puppy face, whimpers and slowly moves towards you. Yuanwu doesn't want to spook you. Even though you are not afraid of him at all, he still treats you like a wounded animal. Though in reality, his predatory side actually makes you melt. At times like this, he gives vibe of a hyperactive puppy who does something foolish while playing around and then tucks his tail, fearing his master.

He starts licking your wound vigorously. Collecting droplets of blood along the way. His sharp teeth always pierce your skin to the point of redness, which awfully annoys him. He didn't mean to hurt you. But he tries to fix it. He doesn't stop until he's fully proud of the work he's done, and until you repeat to him for the tenth time in a row that yes, really, nothing hurts you anymore.

Similar treatment also takes place in other circumstances. When you accidentally injure yourself and Yuanwu senses this, he immediately rushes to your side. He orders you to remove your shirt or expose your hand. After this words, you already know that you are about to feel that tickling sensation of his tongue. Yuanwu insists that his saliva has disinfecting and soothing effect and that he won't leave you in this state.

When he wants to be a perfect husband:

Yuanwu rarely gets back from work earlier than you, nor does he often take on time off. He refuses to goes on any unless you order him to do so.

However, when he does manage to come home earlier, he tries his best to play the role of ideal husband and prepares to pamper you. As a way of returning the favor. He wants to take care of you, just as you take care of him.

He refreshes himself, changes into something more comfortable and puts on an apron. Which is just a little bit too tight for him… He cleans up the living room, sets up a table, places new flowers in a vase and gets down to cooking. Yuanwu decides to make something simple, but with lots of healthy vegetables.

When you come back home he greets you at the entrance. Waits for you to place a brief kiss on his lips, and seats you down at the table.

Yuanwu places a steaming bowl in front of you. He is wondering if you will enjoy it. He hopes he didn't over-salt it. But at the same time, that his soup isn't too bland. With you he always becomes so clumsy. He gets worried that made some mistake.

He takes a spot next to you and watches as you eat. When you ask about his food Yuanwu assures you that he has eaten enough while preparing the meal.

You start telling him about your day. Complaining about some troublesome customer.

Yuanwu, with a face full of understanding, nods at you and gets up from his chair. He stands behind your back and then grabs your shoulders firmly. Yuanwu starts to massage you slowly, loosening every knots.

While you are groaning in satisfaction, he leans in and starts whispering tender words into your ears. Yuanwu appreciates your efforts. Says you've done a good job. Repeats what a great husband you are. How strong and brave you are.

Working out:

You are not a fan of solutions that require violence. You prefer to handle everything with talking. However, that doesn't mean you can't learn a few moves. Just in case. Especially when your husband owns the most respected gym in whole city.

Although it''s just an excuse... Truth be told, you like to watch your partner in action. How he stays in shape despite his age. How he can still move with lightning speed. How his punches don't lose their power and still leave a loud bang afterwards.

You love to wrestle with him on the mat floor. At the evenings. When no one else is around.

Love to feel his weight on you. To watch drops of sweat trickling down his neck. And enjoy his irritated growls whenever you take control.

Afterwards, you finish it all off with a massage.

Lie down on your stomach, let your husband straddle you. Close your eyes and indulge in pleasure while Yuanwu carefully tries to relax your muscles, afraid of tomorrow's soreness.

When he is jealous:

Sometimes even a calm man with such a long life experience gets carried away by his emotions. His inner wolf takes control. Instincts begin to run wild. And sight of someone else's cherry-colored fingernails on your arm makes him see red. Yuanwu's eyes get coated in a sudden glow. His irises take a predatory shapes and start to shine in intense yellow tones.

Yuanwu spares no time when it comes to reacting. After giving a brief apology to his company, he leaves them alone and confidently heads in your direction. While doing so he isn't hot-headed, he does it with grace and majesty.

He puts his arm around you and as if by accident throws off an unwanted hand. Yuanwu gives an amused smile, almost taken by pity towards your pursuer. He introduces himself with that over-sweetened, yet naturally warm voice of his. He pretends to be surprised and with faked curiosity questions who this new companion of his husband is.

However, when she starts to introduce herself slightly confused, Yuanwu focuses his attention only on his glass, that he holds in his other hand. Unfazed by woman's titles, as if deaf to her words, he slowly stirs his champagne in a circular motion. When your admirer finally finishes, Yuanwu puts his mask back on and smiles charmingly in woman's direction. Asking politely if she won't mind if he takes his husband to the dance floor.

Without waiting for an answer, he sips down rest of his drink and hands it to the confused woman. Before you can even say goodbye, you feel yourself being pulled in the opposite direction.

Yuanwu definitely needs to cover up that sickening smell left on your body. And show who you really belong to.

Nesting:

He likes to mark his territory. To leave his scent on you. He doesn't leave visible marks, he doesn't have that audacity. He's also too old for such a puppy play. But that something inside tells him to show others what belongs to him. So he chooses the least drastic way, just to satisfy his instinct.

Situation at home, however, is quite different. Here he wants to feel safe. And for that he needs the proximity of his pack.

He needs you. Your presence.

He has sensitive senses, feels all smells much more strongly. So he gets easily irritated by what's foreign.

He wants you. Only you.

So he surrounds himself with your clothes.

At first it seems that he is cleaning. In the end, he always takes over these duties at home. He collects your clothes scattered around the house. Some of them he throws into the laundry basket, some he begins to fold with great care. But at some point he makes a mistake. He takes a heavier breath and accidentally inhales your scent. Flushes appear on his face, and his head begins to spin. He slowly slides down on his bended knees.

A thought forms in his head. Everything else loses its importance.

He gathers a pile of clothes into his arms. As many as he can carry. He hurriedly heads to your bedroom. With force, throws his trophies onto a bed.

From your shirts, pants and sweatshirts he begins to compose a phenomenal collage. He pays great attention to each item, arranging the most comfortable bedding as possible.

After a good 20 minutes, he smiles proudly and lays down in the very middle. Covering himself with the nicest sweaters. Yuanwu closes his eyes and, inhaling the remains of your scent, tries to imagine that you are the one cuddling him.

Watching sports together:

When season of boxing fights begins, you always arrange movie nights together. You sit down in front of your crappy tv. While you keep an eye on a remote, Yuanwu prepares snacks for you. Although he is very organized on a daily basis and makes sure you both stay fit, this particular season is special. Healthy eating gets set aside, no time for it. You two focus only on games. Accompanied only by bowls of chips and mugs of steaming… Trine Tea.

You choose your favorites, analyze their fighting styles and bet about who will win. You argue over who is better. Bickering like some old married couple. Whoever succeeds in betting can brag about it for another week after season ends.

Despite the enthusiasm and adrenaline that accompanies you at every game, exhaustion eventually takes its toll. As midnight strikes a sleepy Yuanwu rests his head on your shoulder, gently squinting his eyes from time to time. When you sense him drifting off you scratch him behind the ear, at which he smiles dreamingly.

Previously: Bittberry Tea

[ak1chi]

Obsessed with his birdie. Golden Cage.

Warnings: MDNI, fem!reader (afab!reader), yandere behavior, suggestive (a dirty fantasy is mentioned), OOC, the reader is assumed to be an adult (19-20+ years old), age difference, teacher/student, unrequited feelings, english is not my native language. idk how to write warnings :P

I will also insert the introductory part on ao3 (not required reading, but recommended. It was created so that there would be no misunderstandings in the future. There is also an explanation about fanfics.)

—I met her on the milky way

[Song: Dunkelbunt – Cinnamon Girl]

Who she was I could not say

I only knew I wanna stay

Together we spent night and day

We used to fly trough summer trees

The air was full of blossom breeze

Deep inhale this tasty smell

Thoughts of you (thoughts that are far from pure) have haunted him for a long time. They are burning, reaching right to the depths of his soul, tormenting him with unhealthy love. And now, as you step into his office, it does nothing to ease Crowley’s inner turmoil.

How many stories does it tell?

Once again, he has to play his role. He’s tired. Truly. But there is still so much to do before he snaps, like a wild raven catching sight of something shiny.

Crowley is well aware of the mixed feelings his saccharine-sweet smile stirs within you. And he understands why you’ve come to his office for the fourth time this week. Not that he minds—far from it. He enjoys seeing his birdie, especially when that annoying familiar isn’t by your side.

"Prefect, I’ve already told you—I am doing everything in my power to find a way to return you to your world!" Crowley exclaims in his dramatic way, appearing beside you in the blink of an eye. "Ah, so much work has piled up for poor, kind me... If only someone would help me with these documents."

Crowley sighs, ready to shed a tear at being so poor and unhappy. His arm drapes around your shoulders, and you barely notice how swiftly he changes the subject, not giving you a chance to say anything.

"It’s a good thing I have someone like you, Prefect, who can lend a hand to their poor, unfortunate Headmage. You’ll help me, won’t you?"

A question that doesn’t require an answer—he already knows what you’ll say. After all, you’re such a good little bird, aren’t you?

"Um… I guess I will," you reply uncertainly, not even sure why you’re agreeing. Perhaps it has something to do with his hand, the way it strokes your shoulder so gently, his claws somehow avoiding the fabric of your shirt. The touch is soft, almost caring, and it makes you forget the real reason you came here in the first place.

"That's a good girl! I knew you’d say yes!" Crowley’s mood shifts instantly, his smile widening just enough to reveal his fangs. He pulls you into what appears to be a friendly embrace—if one ignores a few telling details and, more importantly, what Crowley himself is feeling. His eyes gleam behind his mask as he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, leaving behind a faint trace of his lipstick. The beak of his mask brushes against your hair, firm but not painful. If he had his way, he would have kissed you on the lips.

Releasing you, he turns away, heading back to his desk where his cane rests, leaving you standing in the middle of his office, rubbing your forehead with your sleeve.

"You may begin reviewing the teachers' reports, Prefect," he calls out, his voice loud, cheerful... and satisfied.

"Alright…"

Your voice makes him exhale, and for a brief moment, his self-control cracks. If you could see his face, you’d notice the way his lips curl into a grin, the faint flush on his cheeks—but your gaze is fixed on his back. Even the round eyes of his mask seem to glow oddly.

That familiar desire stirs again, the one he has fought so hard to suppress. Vivid images flash before his mind’s eye—you, cheeks flushed, whimpering under his kisses and touch. The way you’d take him like a good girl, tears rolling down your face, dripping onto the wooden desk, staining the documents and everything else beneath you. He swallows hard, fingers tightening around his cane.

But he quickly regains control, settling into his chair to conceal his obvious arousal, acting far too innocent and charming for someone who has just made you do his work for him. For someone who, mere moments ago, indulged in such indecent fantasies about you.

It’s still too soon to show you his true self.

And though Crowley has managed to lock you inside his gilded cage since the moment you arrived—showering you with money, clothes, everything you could possibly need, because really, who else would take care of such a lovely dove if not him—he can’t guarantee you won’t try to escape. Escape from him once you realize what feelings you’ve awakened in him. Once you understand what he truly wants to do to you. No, no—it's too early for you to know that he has forbidden you from searching for a way back on your own, that he has hidden everything related to it in a place no one could ever find. That he has never once intended to send you home.

You are his mate, and if necessary, Crowley is prepared to keep you in a cage until you accept his love and return his feelings. After all, he has already clipped your wings, tying you to him.

—Hey my little honey bee

He’s just in love, after all.

You're far away that´s hurting me

I miss you darling far away

Your warm sweet smile this summerday