#male oc rossi

[trashyangelic]

I just had idea for a prompt but duno how to write them.

This is basically about Lila's other mothers. Were they now realize they were being scammed and lied to by one and only Cerise Bianca aka. Lila Rossi for their famous status. After they have encountered Gretta Rossi the mother of Lila Rossi when joining Paris as Mrs. Rossi was shock to know the other mothers that her own daughter had lied to them and well it doesn't look good for any of them.

While Gretta Rossi is now super pissed off that her own daughter had also lied to her as well realizing that back in her mind where the memories of a child had all started she had son than having a daughter.

Realizing she was also being scammed while she mourn about her son being shipped off to boarding school as she recall that memory before that girl who called herself "Lila Rossi" back in Italy who claim to be her daughter. Then also remembered from what her mother told her that she had son not a daughter. Whoever that girl is claiming to be her daughter really starting to piss her off.

While her ex-husband as in Mrs. Rossi found out he was lied to after confronting his eldest son who was been shipped off had no idea that his parents were being scammed by a girl named Lila Rossi claiming to be his sister since he had never had a sibling he was the only child as far as he remembered.

[nolanbiigfishboi]

Luke Alvez x BAU Male oc

Mood-board for my Criminal Minds Oc Nolan Romas

[sca3a]

One handsome boy

[pvffinsdaisies]

CHARACTERS I TEND TO PORTRAY AS WOMEN

A short little list of character that, generally, when I’m speaking about them, I’m speaking about a female alternative and a short explanation on why. Excluding nations that are not canon in hetalia (e.g. the Faroe Islands).

NYO REPLACEMENTS:

“Nyo replacements” refer to nations where I still acknowledge the existence of the male counterpart, I might include them in ships or different AUs, but generally speaking, I prefer to treat their nyo as the “main” portrayal.

NYO ICELAND:

“Hrafnhildur Ingólfsdóttir”

Whilst I have never actually taken any issue with regular Iceland, I, at some point, just started gravitating more towards Hrafnhildur, instead. I actively developed her more than I did regular Ice, and became more comfortable with her. Iceland is also one of the best countries for women in the modern world, it was one of the first in Europe to elect a female head of state, for example. Other reasons, but my explanation is getting long as is.

NYO ESTONIA:

“Ivika Tamm”

Mainly thanks to Finland, who can be seen in OC replacement, I personally just love the idea of Finland and Estonia as a sister duo more than a brother-sister duo. Also, Estonia was actually a pretty good fighter back in the day.. and kind of unhinged… and I just love female “warrior” Eesti. And, similar to Iceland, I just developed a nyo Estonia before I did hws Estonia.

NYO ITALY:

“Angelica Viola Rossi”

Again, another one where I just developed the nyo counterpart more than the male one, women are just easier for me. If I were to list countries that just give me a more “feminine” vibe, Italy would be one of the first ones to name. And I’ve just always loved and gravitated towards nyo Italy, so I use her far more often. Feliciano is cute, but he just never stood out to me in the way Angelica does.

NYO POLAND:

“Felicja Skłodowska”

I debated whether or not to add Poland to this list, but ultimately decided I should. Whilst I do love the “Poland is the land of fem-boys” meme and I appreciate how it fits Feliks perfectly, regular Poland has never stood out to me at all, really, where as Felicja is more fun. I prefer Poland’s female design, and would’ve preferred to see them as a woman, like originally intended.

NYO PHILIPPINES:

Currently unnamed

Like many people, before Philippines was released, I was in the camp that they should’ve been a girl. Whilst I am not knowledgeable on Filipino culture, from what I’ve heard, it would make most cultural sense for the Philippines to have been a woman. I’ve seen multiple female Philippines OCs that I have loved, and whilst I do not have my own portrayal, I feel as though a female Philippines just has more potential. But I have no problem with canon Piri, he’s pretty fun.

OC REPLACEMENTS:

“OC replacements” refer to characters where I refuse to admit could even be nyos. The male counterpart does not exist to me at all, they are dead, deceased, I personally killed them.

FINLAND:

“Aino Lemmikki Järvinen”

Mainly thanks to “Suomi Neito” or the Finnish maiden, in English. A female personification of Finland within Finnish culture, originally stemming from the idea that the land looks like a woman. Even besides, I personally find making Finland a girl to be a good visual way to show the difference between them and the other Nordics. This was before I replaced Iceland with nyo Iceland, keep in mind. I’ve spoken about this before, multiple times, so I won’t say much here. The only time I use male Finland is when I’m using a friend’s portrayal.

IRELAND:

“Saoirse O’Reilly/Ní Raghallaigh”

I cannot express the disappointment I felt when Ireland was released as a man, I was one of the many people who was really rooting for a female Ireland. I tried to make my peace with male Ireland, but I just could not. Ireland will forever be a woman in my mind. There are so many strong women who come from Ireland, and Ireland just in general has strong feminine vibes imo.

NORTHERN IRELAND:

“Niamh O’Reilly/Ní Raghallaigh”

Again, similar to Ireland, I personally headcanoned N. Ireland as a woman before actual Northern Ireland became canon, and whilst my disappointment wasn’t as strong, I just could not sit with a male n. Ireland. I did consider her a nyo for a while, but eventually I just gave up with that.

SOUTH KOREA:

“Im Soojin”

Mainly thanks to @itstokkii and their wonderful portrayal of Korea 💕 South Korea just has such strong feminine vibes to me, and I just cannot picture them as anything other than a woman. South Korea, as a character, I just did not care about at all until I started viewing them as a girl, I love my hyper-modern tech whizz girly ig, what can I say?

NEW ZEALAND/AOTEAROA:

“Maia Ngaio” as I’m unfamiliar with Māori names, as notes or suggestions are very much welcome.

When it comes to New Zealand, I just think of so many strong, amazing female activists and fighters. New Zealand was actually the first country to give women the right to vote, and is also just so great for women’s rights. Which has to account for something, right? I just love female Aotearoa so much, I always have done, and a male portrayal just has absolutely no appeal to me at all anymore.

[madamemozart]

ehe hehhe thani :3

You know, I don't think I've ever shared a Picrew of (probably) my most notable male OC Nathaniel here! Although he has made a few appearances in my Sims 4 game...

I found this maker through a random Picrew link generator, and it's not totally perfect (he looks like a mf handsome Squidward), I still wanted to share my guy. I believe there are female options as well, so feel free to make a pretty buff muscle woman or whatever. :P

For the uninitiated: Nathaniel Ambroise Beaumont (affectionately known as "Thani") is a French-Canadian history major originally from Montreal (in the province of Quebec). He works alongside his former history professor in the university he graduated from, doing things like conducting anthropological studies, cataloguing artifacts, holding lectures (and even his own classes) over ancient cultures, and occasionally flying out to different countries to work right in archaeological sites. His biggest pet peeves are conspiracy theories, and he considers his most important mission in life is to educate others about ancient cultures and the world itself.

uhuhuh i might've have been wayyyy too inspired by miniminuteman aka milo rossi, big fan of him and his debunking of awful conspiracies

In his spare time, Nathaniel enjoys creating art, studying and playing old musical instruments and just spending time with his family! He's married to his beloved Lucrezia (or "Luce") and the father of orchestra-inclined Violetta ("Viola"), science-obsessed Michelangelo ("Mica"), and curious Serafina ("Sera"). An introvert by nature, Nathaniel also considers himself a "cat person" and treasures his little Siamese, Chouette.

Nathaniel was initially created as a historical character, believe it or not - he lived during the RENAISSANCE. So I suppose it was no surprise I chose to still have history tied into his backstory when I made him a modern-day character. His long, wavy, hair has always been a signature part of his appearance and it used to be red; now it's dark brown. He also used to have green eyes, but they're actually supposed to be hazel. I've always imagined him to have a mole somewhere on his face, and one of his eyebrows is split because I imagine he tried to cut his hair as a kid (back when he was self-conscious and got teased for having long hair) and somehow ended up accidentally cutting the skin there bad enough that the hair hasn't grown back since. He does also enjoy wearing simple pieces of jewelry (including necklaces), especially if they have some sort of historical or sentimental/familial value to him. He additionally has one tattoo on his lower right arm: "je me souviens" (the motto of his home province) written in cursive.

creds to @mona-lark, Lucrezia and Michelangelo are her OCs lol

[natashasfilms]

Revelations - Season One

Summary: FBI agent Leila Kade faces a profound life change after giving birth to a baby girl, supported by her loving husband. Despite the challenges of motherhood, Leila returns to her role as a dedicated agent a few months later, ready to confront gruesome and haunting cases with her BAU team.

Pairing: BAU!Fem!OC x Male!OC , EVENTUAL Aaron Hotchner x BAU!Fem!OC (Like much later)

Warnings: This story contains mature themes such as sexual content, strong language, violence, mentions of alcohol and drugs, blood, gore, and death. All the usual Criminal Minds stuff. And there is NO CHEATING.

Note 1: I imagine Leila Kade as South Asian but I have decided to let you, the reader, imagine her appearance, hence the reason why I have not given her a face claim. However, her race does not affect the story, whatsoever. You, as the reader, are free to imagine her however you want. If you don't see her as South Asian, then that's fine. It won't affect the storyline. I also imagine the OC!Male as South Asian, but again, it won't affect the storyline.

Note 2: The team will consist of the main cast (Emily, Derek, JJ, Spencer, Penelope, Aaron, and Rossi) but will also include Elle Greenaway and Jason Gideon because they were some of my favorite characters and I wanted to include them with the rest of the team. Basically, Elle and Gideon never leave when Emily and Rossi join.

Note 3: There will be multiple time skips throughout this series. For example, the first chapter will begin on the first season and episode of the show but then there will be a time skip to later episodes (because there are obviously way too many episodes to write this series on and I wanted to include specific episodes that would help the plot of this story). This means that this series will be a slow burn romance but I believe it to be better this way. This will also stray from the actual show a lot, so don't expect it to follow the plot precisely.

Series Masterlist

•• Chapter One: Extreme Aggressor

•• Chapter Two: Compulsion

•• Chapter Three: The Fox

•• Chapter Four: Derailed

•• Chapter Five: The Tribe

•• Chapter Six: Local

•• Chapter Seven: A Real Rain

•• Chapter Eight: Machismo

•• Chapter Nine: Charm and Harm

•• Chapter Ten: The Fisher King - Part 1

[mjonthetrack]

**disc: this fic contains graphic material such as rape,assault,homicide,explicit language,etc. It is a work of fiction based on the show Criminal Minds, It will be an alternate universe meaning it will NOT follow the time sequence or character plots exact to the show. I do not own these characters aside from my own oc and do not own the images used.

Chapter Two: The Pattern Hunter

Quantico. 7:13 AM. Briefing Room.

A stack of manila folders hit the table with a familiar, grim weight.

Hotch stood at the head of the room, jaw set. “We’ve got two domestic homicide-suicides in Lorton, Virginia. Both within the last seven days. Two military families. No prior reports of abuse. Both male spouses found dead with a bullet to the head. Female victims strangled. Children left unharmed in both cases.”

Prentiss flipped through the file. “Different military branches. One Navy, one Army.”

JJ shook her head. “It doesn’t make sense. There’s no link between the couples—no shared locations, duty stations, not even schools.”

“They’re not connected,” Morgan said flatly. “Could be coincidence. PTSD maybe. Lot of guys don’t report symptoms.”

Hunter was silent at the end of the table, arms crossed, reading. She hadn’t touched the coffee in front of her.

“Thoughts?” Hotch asked, directing the question to the room.

Hunter didn’t look up.

“Same abuser. Different hosts.”

Every head turned toward her.

“I’m sorry?” Reid asked.

Hunter finally raised her eyes.

“The male spouses—different names, different ranks, different branches. But the women?

They followed the same pattern of social withdrawal, financial isolation, and sudden shifts in behavior within a three-month span.” She pushed the photos aside and pointed to the timeline Hotch had scribbled on the whiteboard. “They didn’t die by chance. They were conditioned. Staged.”

Rossi leaned in. “You’re saying someone else pulled the trigger?”

“No,” she said. “I’m saying someone else built the bomb and let the men light the match. These aren’t suicides. They’re final acts of control—triggered by someone who knew how to get inside their heads.”

Silence hung for a beat too long.

Garcia (quietly, from the doorway): “So we’re not looking for a killer… we’re looking for a puppeteer.”

Hunter nodded once. “A pattern maker. Someone who understands trauma bonding, manipulation, power play tactics. Likely ex-military. Possibly someone who ran training programs in psychological warfare. My guess? They test people. Push them to thresholds. Whoever this is… they think they’re smarter than everyone in this room.”

There was no boast in her tone. Just fact.

Reid sat back in his chair, eyes narrowed in concentration.

“You’ve seen this before.”

She looked at him, steady.

“I’ve lived it.”

—————

Later – Jet, En Route to Lorton

Morgan sat across from Hunter on the jet, watching her review files like she was hunting ghosts between the lines.

“That was a hell of a theory back there,” he said, arms crossed.

She didn’t look up. “It’s not a theory if it’s already happened.”

“You talking about your time with STRIKE?”

Hunter’s expression didn’t flicker.

“I’m talking about the things they don’t print in the mission reports.”

Reid chimed from across the aisle,“STRIKE?”

Morgan nodded. “Special Tactics Response & Intelligence for Kinetic Engagements. It’s like the military’s version of a black-ops psychological ops unit. Didn’t even know she was part of it until I dug around last night.”

Hunter finally glanced up, expression cool.

“I wasn’t part of it. I was borrowed by it.”

Rossi: “Borrowed?”

“They bring in people like me when the cases get too dirty for the Department of Defense but not dirty enough to bury in a hole. My specialty was sex-based trafficking in conflict zones. I learned how abusers build people from the inside out. And how to spot the ones who don't leave bruises.”

The jet went quiet again.

Reid didn’t look away from her. Not this time.

“You profile monsters before they ever get called that.”

She nodded. “I spot the pattern.”

And this time, nobody questioned her.

—————-

Lorton, VA. 12:42 PM.

The crime scene smelled like bleach and rot.

The house looked like any other suburban military home—white siding, brown shutters, American flag still waving out front. But inside, it was frozen in the moment everything ended. A child’s toy truck sat in the hallway. Blood spatter on the banister. And two lives gone before anyone even noticed the signs.

Hunter walked in behind Hotch and Morgan, slow, steady. Her eyes scanned everything, but her hands didn’t move. She didn’t touch—she absorbed.

“Husband strangled the wife, then turned the gun on himself,” the local detective said, voice flat. He pointed toward the chalk outlines. “Nothing unusual on record. No neighbors reported anything.”

Hunter didn’t respond. She was already walking down the hallway.

“Where’s the child?” she asked without turning around.

“In the foster system. Temporary placement.”

“I want to talk to the kid.”

Hotch glanced at her. “We don’t usually interview children this early.”

“You don’t. I do.”

There wasn’t arrogance in her tone—just certainty. Like someone who had done this a hundred times in worse places, with fewer rules.

Hotch gave a small nod. “We’ll make the call.”

————-

Outside – 1:15 PM

Prentiss and Reid stood on the lawn, watching as Hunter crouched near the mailbox. She wasn’t just scanning the scene—she was feeling it, tuning into something invisible.

“She profiles spaces like Gideon used to,” Prentiss murmured.

“No,” Reid replied, eyes locked on her. “She profiles like she’s been inside them.”

Hunter stood up slowly, brushing her hands on her coat.

“He didn’t plan it here,” she said, more to herself than anyone else. “He was triggered somewhere else. This was just where it ended.”

“Triggered by what?” Morgan asked.

She turned toward him, eyes dark. “The same person who made the first guy snap. We’re not looking for a killer. We’re looking for a signal caller. Someone who knows how to orchestrate emotional collapse.”

“So what’s the signal?” Reid asked.

Hunter’s jaw tensed. “Fear. Doubt. Control.”

And then, as if summoned by her words, a car rolled slowly down the opposite side of the street. Tinted windows. Out of place in a neighborhood full of minivans and rusted sedans.

Hunter watched it pass without blinking.

The window rolled down just an inch.

She stared straight at it.

It rolled up again—and the car kept driving.

Hotch clocked it too. “Get the plates.”

Garcia’s voice chirped over comms before he even finished the sentence. “Already on it, boss man. That car doesn’t exist in DMV records. Burner vehicle. Classic watcher setup.”

Hunter turned to Hotch, voice low.

“He knows we’re here.”

——————

Later That Night – Motel HQ

The team had split into pairs, digging into the histories of both couples, cross-referencing military records, trauma counseling logs, anything that hinted at behavioral shifts.

Hunter was alone in a room lit only by a desk lamp, a spread of redacted STRIKE documents in front of her. Her fingers traced one of the names listed under Operational Behavioral Test Assets – Disavowed.

E. Matthews. Retired. Last known location: Classified.

Her phone vibrated.

Text from a number labeled: UNKNOWN

You’re not supposed to be here, Hot Shot.

She stared at it for a long moment, then deleted it without a word.

In the hallway, Reid hesitated before knocking.

She opened the door before he could.

“You read my mind,” he said, holding a case folder. “Or maybe I’m just loud.”

She stepped aside. “Come in, Doctor.”

You’re not supposed to be here, Hot Shot.

She stared at it for a long moment, then deleted it without a word.

In the hallway, Reid hesitated before knocking.

She opened the door before he could.

“You read my mind,” he said, holding a case folder. “Or maybe I’m just loud.”

She stepped aside. “Come in, Doctor.”

The motel room smelled like old wood and air freshener trying too hard. Reid stepped inside, holding a case folder, trying to act like he wasn’t nervous—but Hunter could tell.

He had that energy about him. The kind of mind always moving three steps ahead while the heart stayed one step behind.

She respected that.

“You always this formal, Doctor?” she asked, taking the file from his hand and flipping it open.

“Only when I’m trying not to come off too curious,” he said, half-smiling.

She raised an eyebrow. “You mean nosey.”

He gave a soft laugh. “I mean... fascinated.”

Hunter looked up slowly, eyes unreadable. “That a professional or personal interest?”

“Can’t it be both?”

She didn’t answer. Just kept reading.

Reid shifted awkwardly, then gave in. “You were right about the signal. The second victim—Sergeant Walsh—had recently been accepted into a PTSD recovery program. He withdrew two days before the murder-suicide. No warning, no explanation.”

“Same with the first,” she said. “It’s the moment they start to heal. That’s when he moves in.”

“He?”

She looked up. “Whoever this is... they don’t kill to watch people die. They kill to maintain control. The minute someone breaks that psychological grip, they flip the board. Burn the pieces.”

Reid studied her for a long moment. “How do you know all this?”

Her voice didn’t change.

“Because I’ve seen what it looks like when someone rewires a person from the inside out. And I’ve lived what it feels like when they think they own you.”

Reid opened his mouth—then stopped.

He didn't need to ask. She’d already said more than most ever would.

A silence fell between them, not uncomfortable, just heavy. Then—

buzz

Her burner phone lit up on the nightstand.

Still wearing war paint for a fight that’s already over?

Reid noticed the way her jaw clenched. The way her fingers twitched slightly, but she didn’t flinch. She simply picked up the phone, read the message, then tossed it aside like it meant nothing.

“Everything okay?” he asked, carefully.

“Just ghosts,” she said.

“That one talk back often?”

Hunter gave a faint smirk. “More than you’d think. Less than he used to.”

Reid didn’t press. But he memorized the number. Something told him Garcia would be hearing about it soon.

Hunter sat back, eyes on him now.

“You ever been controlled, Doctor?”

“Only by chess boards and quantum theory.”

“Then you’ve never really lost yourself.”

Her tone wasn’t sad. It wasn’t bitter. It was simply the kind of knowing that lived in someone’s bones.

Reid looked at her for a long time—really looked.

And for the first time since she arrived, he realized:

Hunter Simone Brooks wasn’t trying to impress anyone.

She was surviving with precision.

“You know,” he said, voice softer, “you’re not nearly as unreadable as you think.”

“That right?”

“You don’t hide. You just hope no one bothers to look.”

For a brief moment, something in her expression shifted. Not vulnerability—just the ghost of something almost tender.

Then—

buzz

Another message.

You’re not the only one who knows how to play profiler.

Her fingers tightened slightly around the phone.

This one, she didn’t show Reid.

She just locked the screen, stood up, and said, “Time to get some sleep, Doctor.”

He nodded. “Right. Yeah. Of course.”

But as he stepped into the hallway, he didn’t feel any closer to rest.

Only closer to a war that none of them fully understood.

[findroleplay]

[ # ABT ME ! ]    My name is Maeve or Bealtaine ! I’m nineteen years old and go by she/they/rev or any other type of neopronouns.

[ # AGE GROUP ]    Please be 17+ ! No maximum age.

[ # LITERACY ]    I like any length of literacy as long as it’s longer than a single paragraph, my preferred length is 1k – 3k characters per response. This can obviously change based on the plot. I also only like working with third person pov

[ # XTRA ]    I only roleplay on discord or via email ! Please like this post and I will send you a private message (be sure your messages are open). I also am not picky about any pairings, and I play against both canons and original characters !

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[ # FANDOMS ]    Formatted as ::

Fandom : Characters I play from most to least

Criminal Minds : Spencer Reid, David Rossi, JJ, William Lamontagne Jr, Aaron Hotchner

MCYT : Ace Race, Ranboo, Sally, Quackity, Justaminx, JSchlatt

Miraculous : Luka, Adrien, Felix, Kagami

Percy Jackson : Still finding out lmao

[ # OCS ]   

I play both male and female ocs ! And I have a lot of ocs so I can easily match a pairing if wanted !

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[ # PLOTS ]   

I have a personal list of plots if needed but am pretty simple with them ! I love fluff and hurt/comfort :] and also first love rekindled , friends to lovers, and enemies to lovers have my heart.

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[softhairedhotch]

omg speaking of male ocs/reader . i just wanted to share about this One trope that got me CRAZYYY is secret relationships... the one's where aaron and oc are like pretty much dating but are trying to keep it a total secret from the rest of the team because #professionalism.... but they keep making little slip ups bc they're just so in love 😭😭 i think its just SOOO CUTE 😭😭😭

N THIS ONE SCENARIO THATS STUCK IN MY HEAD is like oc ended up sleeping over at aaron's place then in the morning his phone rings. but male oc doesn't realise that it's AARON'S phone (and not his) so he answers half asleep. but then on the other end of the line is another team member who's like "oh sorry- thought it was... i must have dailed the wrong number- wait... 🤨🤨" then male ocs like HORRIFIED and aaron soon wakes up to the sound and he's also SHOCKED but he tries to put on his #serious professional gruff voice and coming up with some excuse like they drank last night and then dozed on the couch or smth 😭😭 then subsequently aaron n reader have to keep defending themselves by saying it was just a #bro activity and that's they're just Bros n nothing more

my god... just thinking about how cute aaron is when he's flustered 😭😭😭 like how he has the 🥺 eyes but tries to cover it up with a 🤨😐🙄 "i don't know what you're talking about . can we talk about work now". LIKE the episodes when the team teased aaron when he was going out w beth My GODDDD HES SOOOO ADORABLE WHEN HES IN LOVE 😭😭😭😭 like his boyish grin n the way his face crinkles... i cannot deal with this

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yesssss i LOOOVEEEE secret relationships sooo much, especially when it's like cute lil gestures during work or getting each other coffee n kissing when no ones around or cuddling at work bc they have to share a room and no one's gonna know <33 (unless one of the team happens to burst into the room bc they think aaron or the oc is in trouble somehow 🤭🤭🤭 and sees them snuggled up on the bed all cute 🤭🤭🤭 as they're holding their gun bc they think they were gonna find an unsub with them or them missing but noooo they're just wrapped up allllll cute in each other's arms 🤭🤭🤭)

OUGH I LOOOOOOVE THAT SCENARIO!!!!! heheh i love the idea of penny calling and being like "hey sir i- wait a moment i thought i called- no i know i did bc he's on speed dial so that means- oh my GOD you and boss man are CANOODLING" and oc/reader is just like "nonono i accidently slept here!!" n she's like "WHY WERE YOU THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE 🤭🤭" and aaron wakes up n takes the phone and is like "he came over to help me with jack and we drank a lil now we're asleep on the couch" and idk if she'd do this fr but maybe penny can track the phone real quick and she's like "then why does it say you're in the bedroom rn 😏" LMAOOO and bless them they're just trying sooooo hard to brush it off!!!

"we're just brooooos man bros gotta cuddle the homes sometimes!!!" 😭😭 it'd be lowkey so funny if oc is just like "don't you think aaron deserves a cuddle or two, guys? it ain't gay i swear man he's just in need of some love from the homies yknow. hey morgan maybe you should snuggle him next-" "absolutely not" "-i'm sure he'd love that! he just needs some loving, man" LMAOOO

and yesssss they'd tease his sooooo much <333 he'd get all flustered bless him and it'd be adorable and he'd be wanting to tell everyone they ARE together bc he wants to show oc off sooo much and give him work smooches and just be like "yeah this is MY BOYFRIEND!!!!" bc he's soooooo cute and in love but for now he just gets used to the teasing from the team (dave and penny mostly, but sometimes emily and spencer catch him off guard) hehe <3 it'd be like that scene where rossi looks at him once and just KNOWS he got a date with beth or something hehe and he goes "attaboy 😏" after he confirms he has!!! OUGH i neeeed him to smile like that at the thought of dating me SO MUCH and for rossi to be proud AHHHHH

and just the idea of a male oc making him all smiley and goofy and happy again <33 he kinda becomes how he used to be again GODDD like he's just happy again GODDDD 😭

his SMILE DJSKDJ GODDDDDDDD I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOOOOOOOVE HIM

also i currently have like 5 male oc's written up for him (like fics planned out or ideas for it) LMAOO they're all mostly from when i was in the fandom in 2021 but i wanna go back to the ideas sooooooo much 😭 and i made a new one a few days ago for a lil one chapter fic i wanna post hehe, it's so dramatic tbh but seems to also end in smut LMAO so hopefully i can get it out sometime 💪just need to write aaron being gay without it being reid or morgan amen (even tho i LOVE hotchgan)

thank you sm for the ask hehe <3

[caleb-is-existing]

Alex Marquez x male!oc

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[cr33pz-mck3nna]

Real Life

An original character story

In a world where the Gods are not so forgiving

And gave up long ago...

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Lilith

Delilah Rossi

Lilith Maynard

Sunshine Maynard

Shiloh

Nick Gracie

Tamika Reynosa

River Reynosa

Dion Reysona

"The Priestess"

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Sister Eve

Sister Mary

Thorne

Zillareth

Rose McGee

Sal Pearl/"Justice"

Johnny Rodriguez/"Skullex"

Havoc, Ryker, Smile and Buttercup

"Snow White"

Rosemary

Father Noah

Silver

Nyx

Shepherd

Diana Edwards

Rain Falconeri

Elizabeth "Liz" Chaplain

Graham Bell

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River - He/Him - Male - Straight

Dion - He/They - Male - Gay

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Eve - She/Her - Female - Straight

Mary - She/Her - Female - Closeted Bisexual

Thorne - They/It - N/A(Male coded) - AroAce

Zillareth - She/He/They/It(rarely Xe) - N/A(Fem coded) - AroAce(Lesbian coded)

Sal - She/They/He/It - Agender-flux - Pansexual

Johnny - He/It - Male - Bisexual

Noah - He/Him - Male - Straight

Silver - He/They/It - Androgynous Male - Asexual

Nyx - They/She/He - AFAB Non Binary - Pansexual

Shepherd - They/She/He/It/Thing - Agender AFAB - Demisexual-Demiromantic

Diana - She/Her - Female - Bisexual(Fem preference)

Rain - They/She - Non Binary AFAB - Pansexual

Graham - He/Him - Male - Bisexual

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Green Card - Ch6: And if It Were True? (Spencer Reid x Fem!OC)

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!OC (Ana María González)

Series summary: What reason leads two complete strangers to marry? For Spencer, the chance of his mom being admitted into a new medical trial. For Ana María González is to get the elusive green card.

Chapter summary: Ana and Spencer share some intimate memories and truths, and they start to feel confused about their new friendship.

Word Count:  6k

CW: I marked this one like 16+. Please respect that. Strong words. They talk about blood and medical stuff. Spencer has nightmares. Mention of Spencer's abduction and addiction. Semi-nudity and sexy dancing (fem). Mention semi-nudity (male). Description of molestation episodes as a child and danger of rape (not consumed). Mention of suicide, murder, and rape (none of the characters involved). If I forgot something, let me know.

A/N: This was a bit hard to write, but it gives more context about Ana's life before coming to the US.

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"That can't be credible. A transplant in one hour? By a kid of sixteen?" Spencer complained, pointing to the TV.

"Hey! They were in a hurry, and it was not any guy. We're talking about Doogie Howser," Ana clarified, sipping her tea.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Still, I can't believe they made it. Did you know the record time for a massive emergency team response in Los Angeles is 4.5 minutes? Here they did it in 2.5! That's ridiculous!"

Ana narrowed her eyes.

"We are still clear this is fiction, right?"

"I know! But I suppose they wanted to make it believable. That's my point."

Ana and Spencer just ended up watching the entire show's first season. Both were absorbed by the screen enough not to pay too much attention to the clock until the credits of the last episode.

"We are going to regret this in the morning," Ana anticipated, standing from the couch and stretching a little. Spencer nodded in agreement.

She was right, but for Spencer, these were the best hours of his last week. And not because of how good a show Doogie Howser was, but rather because he turned off his brain for a while. And all thanks to Ana's insistence. If Spencer felt anything at this moment, it was gratitude and appreciation for her. 

True to her word, Ana didn't ask or insist that Spencer get to talk about what had him so frustrated.

They both tacitly agreed it was time to sleep. Without saying a word, they walked until they reached the door of their respective rooms.

"Good night," Ana said, just about to enter her room.

"Ana?" Spencer stopped her.

"Yeah?" she asked curiously.

"Thank you. For today. For everything, truth be told."

"Don't mention it. Sleep well. You need it, mister accuracy," the girl joked, pointing to his chest. Spencer chuckled.

"Sleep well too. Good night."

And as unbelievable as it sounds, Spencer slept great that night, waking up from only a few hours of sleep.

On the way to work, he couldn't help but remember last night's coming and going of comments about the television show, making a smile appear on his face.

What was all this? Definitely something new for him. Something he partly had with his friends at the BAU, but it was not the same. Spencer felt an unspoken complicity with Ana that he couldn't place with anyone else. Not with Maeve, that's for sure.

He had never gotten to that stage with Maeve—something as simple as doing anything, reading, watching TV, even going to the movies.

No, the activities with her were going out to dinner, visiting museums and conferences, and catching up with sexy time. She spontaneously appeared at the BAU and met Spencer's colleagues only a few times. At most, she agreed to go to one of Rossi's dinners, but the taste of the evening got somewhat bitter. She didn't look comfortable, and neither did Spencer. From then on, Maeve disappeared from the BAU's radar.

"Hey Reid, you look pretty good compared to how you left the bullpen yesterday," Luke pointed as soon as Spencer arrived at his desk.

"I had a good night of sleep, I guess?" he offered as an explanation, although he knew it was more than that.

"Nice to hear. The bad thing is Penelope already called us with a new case to the conference room," the guy shrugged apologicately. Spencer sighed, his good mood faltering a little.

The case looked worse than the one they wrapped yesterday, and Spencer couldn't hide his disgust. At the police station, flipping between the case file, his mind wasn't really there.

'What will she be doing right now?', 'Will she have ended her shift right now?', 'Maybe I should make the dinner when I get back,' 'I should ask Rossi for a recipe to try.'

Spencer stopped suddenly when he realized where his mind had gone. Why was he thinking of her? It wasn't bad, but the man felt odd doing it. They were still strangers in need. Friends to some extent. Roommates for necessity. It wasn't right.

"Are you okay, Spence?" JJ's voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah. Yeah," Spencer assured, returning to the file he was reading.

But things didn't improve for Spencer. In two days, the case turned into a mess when they found the unsub was using religious motives to kidnap, drug, and torture his victims until they died. The similarities didn't go unnoticed by Spencer or the team. Hankel. Too vastly matching what Tobias Hankel did.

Spencer sidelined himself a couple of times from discussions about the case and could not participate in the take-down to arrest the unsub. Emily understood Spencer's reluctance but was worried about the consequences this might have on him later.

Back in Virginia, Spencer was drained and only thinking about sleep until next week—something odd for someone as workaholic as him.

His teammates looked shocked at how Spencer was the first to cross the glass doors out once Emily sent them home after the debriefing.

Disappointment found Spencer when he realized the apartment was dark. Nobody was there. What was he expecting? Be greeted by Ana, who would have waited for him? Yeah, maybe he did expect that.

Huffing for his own silliness, Spencer walked to the kitchen. His stomach grumbled, and he didn't want to go to bed without eating again. The smile returned to his face when in the fridge found a Tupperware with a note on it: 'A leftover if you haven't eaten yet.'

Those little gestures have made Spencer's heart swell. Was it the fact nobody had made things like this for him before? Was the idea of having someone thinking of him? Spencer didn't know, but whatever it was, he was afraid of the consequences.

He left a note over the counter in case he couldn't see Ana the next day: 'Thank you. I promise dinner is up to me next time. And don't worry; I won't cook.'

The note caused the desired effect when Ana read it a couple of hours after when she returned. Chuckling, she moved to the sink to fill a glass of water before bed. Ana soon walked the corridor to her room when a sound from Spencer's room stopped her. It was faint, but she was sure to hear it. A whimper? A sob? Cautiously, she neared her ear to the wooden door. And then a scream.

"Let go of me! Let me go!" Now it was clear, it was Spencer's voice, and it seemed he was struggling with someone. Ana opened the door without much thought and saw the man jittering on the mattress, covered with sweat. His arms were fighting with the air, and his voice strangled with tears.

"Please, let me go!" He repeated over and over.

What should she do? Clearly, he was having a nightmare, but was it a good idea to intervene? The main concern for Ana was Spencer could hurt himself. She knew about vivid nightmares, and that kind of outcome wasn't rare. Slowly she approached his bed, speaking in a soft voice.

"Spencer? Can you hear me? It's me, Ana. Can I come closer?"

Spencer kept tosing, wiggling his arms as he tried to fight against something or someone.

"They want to kill me. Don't let him kill me, please," he begged, still dreaming. Ana dared to hover over Spencer, tentatively touching one of his arms.

"They won't do anything. Spencer, you are in your apartment. We are alone here. Please wake up," she encouraged him.

"I don't want to die. Please, tell him I don't want to die," he cried.

That broke Ana's heart. Now more confident, she sat beside him on the mattress, holding his hands and rubbing them in smooth patterns. Spencer's breathing was still irregular, but it seemed he was waking up.

His eyes shot open, and seeing Ana's face broke the dam. He was fully crying now, hiding his face on Ana's lap.

"Hey, you're okay. You're safe," Ana mumbled, rubbing Spencer's back.

"No. I'm not," he sobbed, clutching at Ana's sweater. He looked so vulnerable it cracked her heart.

Ana wondered about what horrible things had happened to Spencer's beautiful soul. She had some ideas, but he hadn't told her much yet.

"I promise you're safe. I'm not letting anything bad happen to you, okay?"

She didn't know where those words came from. Ana wasn't even sure what was happening, yet she felt the urge to protect him at all costs.

Still rubbing his back, Ana held him until his sobs became sporadical sniffles. Maybe it took five minutes or ten; Ana wasn't sure, but when she saw how Spencer's breathing evened out, she felt things were improving.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, still not able to let go of his grasp of Ana's sweater. "I did you wake up," he apologized, drying his tears with the sleeve of his pajama shirt.

"Nu-uh. Don't be sorry, Spencer. You were having a nightmare. A nasty one, I would say. And if it makes you feel better, I just came home. I was heading to my room when I heard you," she explained, reaching for some locks of hair that covered his face. Spencer sighed, now fully conscious of his surroundings.

"I haven't had one like this in a long time. I sure scared you with my screams," Spencer mumbled, embarrassed.

"I would say more than scaring, I worried. Can I ask you something, though?"

Spencer's eyes found hers, almost fearing the question was coming. Ana noticed.

"No, you don't have to tell me what happened, but it would be a good idea if you changed your pajama. It's damped, and it wouldn't be good to keep it like that on your skin. And you could use a warm cup of tea. Conozco un secreto para hacer una agüita milagrosa, especial para estos casos (I know how to make a cup of miraculous brew for this specific purpose).” Spencer frowned.

"Agüita? Like little water?" 

Ana chuckled.

"It's more like 'brebaje especial,' or medicinal tea," she explained. Spencer hummed. Even if he managed to understand most of Ana's Spanish, there were words still too specific for him. He liked to learn about them, though.

"Come on. Change your clothes and join me in the living room, okay?"

When Spencer came to the living room with a new pajama and a robe covering his frame, Ana walked from the kitchen with two mugs. Sitting on the couch, she handed him a cup.

"It's hot, but it'll help. I promise."

They kept silent for a while. Spencer carefully sipped his brebaje. It tasted bitter, but he felt better after a few drinks. Ana did not say a word, not wanting to disturb him.

"He drugged me," Spencer mumbled suddenly. Ana looked at him, confused. "Hankel. Tobias Hankel," he clarified.

"The guy who kidnapped you?" Ana asked, remembering what the BAU girls told her at Rossi's. Spencer nodded.

"The team says I died, and he brought me back. I don't remember much; he kept me drugged constantly. With Dilaudid." The images and flashes came to Spencer's mind as he recounted what happened.

"Jeez, Spencer. I'm sorry," Ana mumbled, clutching her mug tighter. She suspected where this was going.

"Worst part was I got addicted. I struggled to come clean. I have been sober for ten years now. But when the nightmares come, I still think of getting high," Spencer sighed. "I'm so weak."

Immediately Ana's free hand flew to one of his biceps.

"No. You are not. Cravings happen. You fight every day against that, and you're here, still fighting."

Ana was determined not to let Spencer go into that rabbit hole. She knew how vulnerable he felt but would do anything to help him.

"But sometimes I feel so tired. You know, I - the last case. The unsub was drugging his victims like Hankel did with me. And I asked myself, why can't I stop them? Why do more people have to put up with that? And then I think a hit could make everything easier."

Spencer's words rang heavy in the air. It wasn't the first time he thought about that, but maybe it was the first time he voiced it.

"But you know the hit at the end won't make go away those things, right?" Ana prompted.

"Yeah. I know. And then I think about what you told me the other day. About why I'm still doing this," Spencer mentioned.

"I wasn't trying to impose my perspective. I'm sorry if it sounded like that," Ana hastened to apologize, and Spencer's hand went over hers to reassure her.

"It was a valid question. It is a valid question, indeed. Don't apologize. The thing is, I found myself wondering the same, you know?"

Ana sighed, she could see his struggle, and the urge to do anything to ease his pain increased.

"You are a good man, Spencer. You should know that. And it's completely valid if you want different things in life. It doesn't mean you have to shut down everything, but you can see changes as good things and not so terrifying," Ana told him, squeezing his hand. It was a gesture they got used to. Her hand on his felt comforting and right. Spencer looked at her with a sheepish smile on his face.

"Thank you. And I'm sorry for overwhelming you with my - you know - things."

Ana shook her head.

"Don't be sorry. I'm happy to help. Also, I told you I was a good listener," she reminded him, releasing his hand to pat his knee.

"I can be a good listener too. I mean, if you need to. I know you said you didn't like to talk about yourself that much, but if you need to, I would be happy to hear you," Spencer offered, shyly looking at Ana. She returned him a smile.

"Thank you. I appreciate it. And I'll keep it in mind, okay?" Ana paused. "How do you feel now?" now she asked, pointing to his mug. Spencer looked at the empty cup. He did feel better.

"Way better. I would say this 'agüita' worked," Spencer confessed. "You were right." Ana chuckled, Spencer's Spanish accent wasn't the best, but she found it cute.

They kept talking for a while until he saw how tired Ana was. Despite her offering to stay up with him, Spencer insisted he was fine and both should go to sleep. Reluctantly, Ana agreed.

After that night, Spencer started to feel more confused. For him, Ana was still an enigma in many ways. Despite his skills as a profiler, he could tell the armor she placed in front of her rarely allowed him to see beyond. He had no doubt Ana was a powerful and tenacious woman with a difficult past. But whenever they came up with the subject of her life before coming to the US, she tended to say general things and then move the topic elsewhere.

He wanted to know more. Sure, he told himself it was for the best outcome in the interview, but deep down, there was something else, and he couldn't pinpoint it.

How much time had he left to find out?

During another case happening in Los Angeles, Spencer's phone chimed with a text. It was from Ana.

'I just got a letter from Immigration. They scheduled our interview for July 3rd.'

That's a month from there, Spencer estimated. He didn't know how to feel, to be honest. In a month, things would be over. Ana would go with her life, and they would part ways.

It was what they both wanted, right?

Ana told herself the same. As she got the letter, her anxiety thrived. It would happen eventually, but she wasn't sure how to feel about it. She had grown closer to Spencer in the almost two months they had been 'living together.' But she knew it wasn't her place, and it wasn't her life. The guy needed to get back his life, and she must move on with hers. Period.

A heatwave stroked hard in DC on the first days of June. Ana was displeased, so one of those days, when she got to the apartment after a long shift, she took a cold shower and decided to keep out of clothes except for a sports bra and panties. Spencer wasn't home, he left for a case four days ago, so it was no harm. She cooked dinner and ate watching a TV show. When she was done, it was still early, so she decided to tidy up the place. With her earbuds on, Ana chose her 'aseo playlist' and started to work.

A while later, she was so immersed in the music she didn't hear the front door open.

"Ana?" Spencer called once he realized the lights were on, but he got no response.

He wasn't prepared for what he entered in his living room. Ana was sweeping the floor while she danced and sang to the rhythm of a song.

'The lights are on, but you're not home

Your mind is not your own

Your heart sweats, your body shakes

Another kiss is what it takes.'

But seeing her dancing wasn't the only thing that captivated Spencer; it was her outfit or lack thereof. Spencer's eyes fixated on Ana's exposed skin as he felt his cheeks burning - and other parts of his body too.

'Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah. 

It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough. You know you're gonna have to face it; 

You're addicted to love.'

Without knowing what was going on behind her back, Ana kept performing to - for her - a non-existing audience. The cadence of the music made her hips move sensually. An open-mouthed Spencer watched as this beautiful - and almost naked - woman danced. Still scanning her body, he noticed a tattoo on her back and another on her right ribcage.

It was wrong, he knew, but he couldn't stop looking at her.

The charm bubble burst once Ana turned around to find a stunned Spencer staring at her.

"Oh, fuck!" Ana almost tripped with the broomstick, which fell to the floor. "Spencer! I didn't see you coming!" she yelled, pulling out her earbuds.

Spencer still couldn't say a word. He tried to keep his composure and gaze at her eyes, not her body. Then is when Ana realized her appearance. Little she could do for it, though.

"Shit. I'm sorry. I know this is inappropriate, but I didn't know you would be coming home today," she apologized, trying to cover herself behind the counter.

"I - uh, sorry. I should have texted. We caught the guy early this morning," he explained, averting his gaze to any direction but her.

"Good! That's good!" she nervously chirped.

Spencer knew he had to move. Ana was feeling enough embarrassment, and it wasn't right.

"Uh. I'm going to change. Don't mind me. You can resume your - well, what you were doing," Spencer said, still nervous but trying to sound calm and forcing his legs to cooperate and walk out of the living room.

"Oh. Okay. I can heat some dinner for you in the meantime. Well, after I put on some clothes," Ana half-joked as Spencer sauntered to his room as fast as he could.

Heat. What a choice of words, he thought.

"Thank you!" he called before shutting his bedroom door.

Ana felt mortified. It wasn't the fact she was almost naked dancing in the living room, or maybe it was, but it was more the fact Spencer saw her like that, so exposed.

She would never admit it, but she had also seen the boy in almost no clothes getting out of the shower one morning. Clearly, she didn't mention it to him. Ana realized the kind of domesticity they were hauling and how it could expose them in this way. It's not that she didn't like the idea; it was more that she liked it too much.

Spencer tried to forget what he saw that night. Still, even without an eidetic memory, he wouldn't—another reason why Spencer was captivated by Ana. But he wouldn't do anything about it; he was in a relationship with Maeve and didn't want to mess it up.

However, Spencer started to question his own decision.

It was one of the rare days of paperwork in which he could leave the BAU early. Spencer was grateful for it; the exhaustion from the previous case still had him wishing he could sleep for days.

Spencer was about to put the key in the lock when he heard a loud sound from inside, presumably a glass breaking. In fully-alerted mode, he pulled out his gun and carefully opened the door.

He kept frozen on the spot when he saw Ana yelling at the top of her lungs while knocking on the kitchen counter and throwing another glass to the wall.

"Hijo de puta! Maldito bastardo! (Son of the bitch! Bloody bastard!)"

That's when Spencer reacted, holstering his gun and slowly approaching Ana.

What the hell had happened?

"Ana? Hey, hey! What's wrong?" Spencer tried to call her attention, but Ana didn't acknowledge his presence yet. When their eyes met, Ana stopped shouting but still panted and disoriented.

"Qué me estás mirando, ah? También te vas a reir en mi cara? (What are you looking at?! Are you going to laugh at me too?!" the girl asked angrily. Spencer's face was pure confusion.

"What? No-I - what are you talking about?"

"You're not different from them. Nobody is different," Ana kept babbling, eyes to the ceiling to stop the tears pooling from her eyes.

Spencer's concern grew. He's seen people lose their temper like that in his line of work, and not for nothing.

"Ana, talk to me. What happened?"

That's when the girl broke; falling to her knees, she covered her face with both hands, fully crying now. Spencer quickly knelt in front of her to envelop her in a tight embrace.

"Hey, it's okay. It's going to be okay," he reassured, stroking her hair. Ana hid her face in Spencer's chest, crying disconsolately.

"I made a mess," she whined, clutching Spencer's cardigan.

"It doesn't matter. It's not important. Do you want to tell me what's wrong? How can I help?"

Ana contemplated her answer for a while. Spencer deserved an explanation for what was happening. She could have lied about it, but it wasn't fair to him, and she didn't have the energy to.

"I thought I could just forget it, you know? Maybe like that, I could have convinced myself that nothing wrong happened," she sighed.

"Come on, let's go to sit down," Spencer offered, getting up from the floor, helping Ana to do the same, and leading her to the sofa, avoiding the scattered glass shards on the floor.

Seeing she still had trouble breathing steadily, Spencer grabbed her hand and encouraged her to mimic him. Inhaling deeply and exhaling in the same way.

After a couple of minutes doing so, Ana nodded. She felt capable of talking.

"I know you already have noticed I avoid talking about a specific part of my past. Part of my childhood, to be specific. It's not I wanted to hide something from you instead from myself. I have never told anyone about this. I never even told my mom before she died."

Ana shifted in her spot on the couch. Suddenly her throat went dry.

"In my family, well, on my mother's side, blood ties have always been tremendously valued. My mom leaned on her family, especially after my dad left us. In fact, we lived with an aunt for several months until my mom managed to find an apartment that could afford both of us.

At that time, in the house, my aunt lived with his husband and their son. I almost didn't see my uncle; he worked all day. And as the money wasn't enough, my aunt found a job too. My mom doubled shifts at her job, partially to make money and partly to forget her husband had left her. That meant I was alone with my cousin almost every afternoon I got back from school."

Ana paused to gauge Spencer's reaction. He was listening intently to every word. And even if he was running every possible turn in her story in his brain, his trained poker face didn't reveal anything.

"I was a 9-year-old girl, barely trying to understand why her dad was no longer with her. I didn't know much about anything. Just my mom always told me to be careful around strangers. That's why it didn't seem weird to me when my sixteen-year-cousin got very close to me, coincidentally when we were alone. At first, he would agree to play any game I could think of with me. Dolls, cars, PlayStation, whatever. The problem began when he wanted to decide what game to play. The way he looked at me went unnoticed by me at first. But something in my gut told me it wasn't okay when once we were playing doctor-patient, and he wanted me to take off my dress. He convinced me somehow. And I was so confused. God, I thought it was part of the game. That time he only watched me for a long time. The next time it happened, he touched me, fortunately, nowhere intimate part. Every time, he was increasing the risk. The next time it happened, he - he tried to touch me down there, but out of instinct, I didn't let him. But I didn't know what else to do. Then I froze when I saw him grabbing his dick, and he started jerking off in front of me. I didn't even know what that was!" Ana recounted, disgusted at the memory.

"Did he-?" Spencer trailed off. Ana shook her head, knowing what he wanted to ask.

"No. He couldn't. After he finished doing it himself, he sent me to my room. And I got so shocked I couldn't stay with him anymore. I begged to stay at my classmates' houses until my mom could pick me up. A month later, my mom found us an apartment."

Spencer let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Why you didn't tell your mom?" Ana shrugged.

"She already had a lot on her plate. And she trusted so much in her family. Also, I didn't know what really happened until later in school when people started to talk about abuse and stuff like that." Spencer nodded in understanding.

"What did you do then?" he asked softly.

"For a long time, I pretended it never happened. My mom died, and I didn't have time to think about that. But sure, you can guess I couldn't go like that forever. A time after my mom died, I had to go to therapy. And it helped. I did acknowledge what happened, and it wasn't okay. Still, I couldn't let that event dictate how I establish relationships with people. You know, despite my trust issues, I engaged in some healthy relationships in college and moved on. At least I thought I did until today," Ana sniffled—head shooking in denial.

"What happened today?" Spencer asked.

"I - I never knew what happened to him. I lost all contact with my family after my mom passed. But today I discovered he - he was found dead in his cell after being sentenced for raping and killing three women," Ana winced as the words left her mouth. "Do you know what it means? He hurt others. And I didn't say anything back then! The bastard harmed people and didn't pay for it. And I didn't do anything to prevent it!"

Her tightly-fisted hands collided with the couch's cushions. Frustration, guilt, and anger poured from her. Spencer was quick to react, holding her hands in his.

"Hey, no, no, no. Don't say that. You fought for your safety. You didn't know. You were a child. It's not your fault, okay?" Spencer reassured her.

"But I should have said something! To anyone! Maybe someone could have stopped him," Ana debated, feeling the guilt eating her. Spencer shook his head.

"You had your reasons, Ana. You wanted to protect your mom and yourself. And nothing guaranteed it didn't happen again. He was sixteen then; he was already on the wrong track. It wasn't your call to notice and warn people about him."

Ana took in Spencer's words. It was reasonable. She was a child. Still, it didn't feel enough right now. Her rational brain was fighting with the nagging feeling of remorse.

"Is it bad I wish I never knew what happened to him?" Ana cracked, feeling the tears down her cheeks.

"Not at all. Believe me. There is nothing wrong with that," Spencer assured, embracing her tightly. "And I know you're thinking you were luckier than the others he might and did hurt during his life, and you were. But remember, he did hurt you too. And that isn't any less."

Ana cried, held by Spencer in his arms. It was an intricate feeling. On the one hand, she felt terrible knowing justice didn't get served and how that man managed to hurt more people. But on the other, a relief washed over her after letting it out.

Minutes became at least half an hour. Spencer traced comforting patterns on Ana's back as the tears subsided. He thought she was falling asleep until she spoke again.

"I still made a mess in your kitchen," she mumbled with a raspy voice from the crying.

"It is the last of my concerns right now," he replied, a gentle hand still stroking her back.

"I should go to get rid of the glass shatters," she lifted her head from Spencer's chest, attempting to stand up, but Spencer didn't let her.

"No, no, no. None of that. You'll stay here. I'm going to clean that off, and I'll make some tea for both of us. It may not be like your 'aguitas,' but it will help," Spencer announced.

That made Ana chuckle. Even if she wanted to argue with Spencer about it, she felt already drained to do so.

Spencer was right. His tea was different from Ana's, but it helped. It helped in such a way sleepiness found her quickly, making her doze off on the couch with her head on Spencer's lap. He didn't have the heart to wake her up, so he snatched a blanket from the chair next to the couch and covered them both. As Spencer watched her sleep, his thoughts wandered toward that lingering feeling in him—the urge to embrace her. Not only physically embracing her yet embracing her heart, her whole. It was something new for him.

It wasn't like the need to protect someone vulnerable to danger as he usually did at his job. Ana had already shown early in life that she could cope with adversity. Even so, seeing his heart exposed this way elicited a feeling of admiration and unconditionally. He could no longer see her as a stranger, let alone get the idea she would soon be no longer in his life. Was he naive in thinking they could keep this friendship once everything was over? Was he a fool in believing the feeling was mutual? Was it reasonable to think this was just friendship? Without answering all those questions, an exhausted Spencer fell asleep with Ana in his arms. In his mind, embracing her in more than a way.

Morning found Ana curled on the couch, covered with a blanket and something - someone - else. As she stirred, she felt a pair of arms around her waist. That was enough for her to open her eyes fully. 

Those arms were Spencer's. Shit.

Not daring to move, Ana mentally revisited the night before. She fell asleep on Spencer's couch with Spencer himself wrapping his arms around her. Why didn't he wake her up? Was he still sleeping? The soft snoring escaping his lips told her yes.

Ana thought it was a crime to feel so comfortable right now. Should she move? Ana contemplated her options until, as on cue, Spencer stretched, losing his grip on her waist. She moved slowly, sliding off the sofa until she touched the floor. Seeing Spencer still not open his eyes, she got up quickly.

Still groggy from sleep, Spencer opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Ana standing before him.

"Hey," he mumbled. Ana mirrored him.

"Hey. Good morning."

"Good morning," he smiled. Ana cleared her throat.

"I'm sorry I fell asleep last night. Why didn't you wake me up?" she asked, not mentioning how they were cuddling in their sleep. Spencer shifted to a sit position.

"You looked tired, and I didn't want you to disturb your sleep," he simply explained, rubbing his palms on his eyes to sweep the remaining slumber.

"I'm sorry. You must have been uncomfortable all night," Ana deduced, taking in the couch and the tall man on it.

Spencer thought about it, and the truth was far from that statement.

"Not really. Quite the opposite," Spencer admitted at loud. Ana gave him an odd look, and he realized what he said. "How are you feeling?" Spencer quickly changed the subject.

"Better, I guess," she shrugged. "I wanted to thank you for listening to me and, well, not kicking my ass out of here after the mess I made in your kitchen," she chuckled. Spencer did the same.

"I would never do that. And I'm glad you're feeling better," Spencer said, giving her a wide smile. Ana could have melted in the spot. How could he be so cute like that? She couldn't help but take in his adorable messy hair and how he rubbed his eyes like a sleepy little kid.

Get a grip, Ana. Get a grip.

"You know, I'm going to make breakfast. If you want to take a shower first," Ana offered, ready to head to the kitchen. Spencer checked his watch, and an idea popped.

"Ana! Wait!" he stopped her. She looked confused, asking if something was wrong. Spencer shook his head. "No, no. It's just, can we do something today? I mean, what if we go out and do breakfast in a new place I found?" Ana raised an eyebrow.

"Are you betraying my coffee shop?" Spencer laughed.

"Never! But I think you'll like the place. It's a beautiful day outside, and we can take a walk afterward. What do you say?"

Ana didn't know why she felt her cheeks turn red. It's not like he's asking her out on a date or anything like that. It's just a friendly outing. He only wanted to be nice to her, she thought.

"Okay. We can do that. One condition, though," Ana prefaced in a serious tone.

"Name it," Spencer quickly replied.

"Only if we're going to eat ice cream afterward," Ana said, and Spencer smirked.

"Deal."

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Sara Lemieux

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Cerise Leroux (Not to be confused with Cerise/Lila Rossi)

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Hey everyone! Happy New Year 2024!!!! So I decided to share some pictures of some original characters that I plan to write in my Miraculous Ladybug fanfiction series (they won't be featured in Misdirector or Icelator, but I have other fanfics in the works that I plan to introduce them in or at the very least they will be mentioned in). I used Create-A-Sim as per usual to make these OCs since I suck at drawing as I have previously stated many times before.

So the backstory on these gals is that all four of them go to the same school my other OC Noelle Odeja and Marc Anciel went to before transferring to Collège Françoise Dupont. These girls are the meanest quartet of popular gals at their school. If the students from Collège Françoise Dupont think that Chloe is the worst, well...let's just say that Chloe is an angel compared to these bitches. Sure, they never worked for a superpowered terrorist voluntarily, but they would regularly take advantage of their school's closemindedness to harass or humiliate any student who was part of the LGBTIQA+ community, and/or anyone who was different/unique in general.

When they were harassing Noelle, the four of them would bully her for not being "feminine" and would call her a "horror freak" due to her obsession with horror genres and everything else weird and supernatural. They would also bully her about her family, but I'm saving those details for an upcoming fanfic (or you can check out her headcanons here if you are that curious:

As for Marc, however, they would team up with the male students and would bully him both physically and verbally. Most of their heinous acts would include insults, cruel pranks, tripping him in the hallway, pushing him down some stairs, and breaking his glasses (yes, I headcanon that Marc used to wear glasses and this is the reason he doesn't wear them anymore), and stealing his journals, reading them out loud in the locker rooms, mocking his writing, and breaking them (hence the reason why the poor boy is so self-conscious about letting people read his writing). There were other forms of bullying that Marc had to endure and one of them was horribly bad enough to make Marc switch schools, however, I'll save them for the fanfictions that I am writing (or maybe I'll include them in a headcanons list for Marc).

Let me know what you guys think about these OCs. If you have any questions relating to their designs, personalities, etc, ask away!

@artzychic27 @andromeda612 @username8746489 @lady0lunamoon

[sca3a]

Due to moving, have some oldies but goldies this Male V Monday

[ghoulvillainous]

Villainous OC: Wenlock

(Without mask, with mask)

Picrew used:

Name: Aldo Rossi

Nicknames: Wenlock

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Nationality: Italian

Birthday: 1st Jan

Affiliations: Unnamed Hero Team

Personality: Obedient, Sly, Jokester (basically same as Eres)

Family: Unknown except for his brother Zey

Backstory: Nobody knows his past, he just appeared in the hero team one day… He also likes to dress up as myths (like black hat… most of the time)

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💌 + eli logan!

YAYYY, AN ASK FOR MY BOY ELI!! Thank you so much!! <3

Eli/Spencer (the baby boys of all time).

JJ/Emily (my moms).

Penelope/Derek (because while I recognize the importance of male/female platonic relationships in media… I just love them, okay??).

Hotch/Rossi (they’re the team dads, they have to get married).

send me 💌 + an oc/fic and i’ll tell you all the endgame ships in the fic!!