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spitinsideme · 10 months ago

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maid pomni is helping ragatba with her makeup !!!! (ragatba can perfectly do it herself, she just wnats an excuse to hold pomni in her lap and have her so close)

ALSO !!!! BECAUDE I FOR SOME REASON AM SO INTO THIS AU RIGHT NOW !!! i made little reference sheets for them ... becaude i love them

ALSO !!! going to talk about this au now i have .. her name is agatha abernathy, she got married youmg because youknow texas wasnt accepting of lesbians and she was caught kissing a girl when she was 16, so she married some rich guy family friend FAST to have her parents forgive her and she absolutely hates it (then her little lover pomni came along bless pathetic girls) she still likes horses and she has a horse ranch but she owns a cat, a litrle tortoise one .. he is the best and hid name is Curtis. shes southern from texas obviously, and shes 30 and RICH !!!! she has maids and shit shes richrich .... thats it for now honestly until i expand more on it i guess

pomni !!!! shes russian american because russian name word whatever .. pomni golubeva because i saw that it means pigeon and ithink .. thats funny .. shes like working class, she appplied for the maid job but she has SHIT skills and cant do anything but ragatha was like aww shes like a loser and just accepted her, she tries her best and everything shes so silly ... she looks so good in a maid uniform ... thatd it for now i will expand on them mor late but SHE HAS FRECKLES !!!!! ON HER BODY !!! hadd to point yhat out

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ironicallyclown · 2 months ago

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the ace and anxious urge to not

tmasculine urge to fuck the brat out of them

#im truly pathetic actually #ace #id try but then id be like #' do u hate me 🥺?'#and thatd be way too gay

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kurosstuff · 9 months ago

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Lute x fallen! Reader: Fallen pt2

Summary: lute finally got the chance to see you again- but was it worth it?

Warnings: arguments, miss communication(lite refusing to fully explain herself/be true), violence. Reminiscing, blood- detailed? Ish, one mention of sex, idk what else

A/N: I hope I wrote her well?

Seeing you again made Lute- panic- even though it was a glimpse? It made her feel things she didn't even know what to call it-

She was pacing around her training room, trying to steel her mind. Make her warm heart cold. But she can't. Her moral self fully blames you for this. But- she blames herself for feeling- after all? How could you be blamed for what her selfish heart wants?

You.

Her fist stopped before punching the demon dummy before sighing. Flapping her wings slowly to stretch, looking over at the picture she hid(that Adam was aware of? But allowed) of her and you - the day of the fall. Frowning, she went up to it - she didn't even look like herself. With how soft she looked at you - how her wing wrapped around you with her arm on your waist. Her scowl deepened as if she looked sick at the picture. That wasn't her.

That was a woman in love.

The meeting was dragging on - way to long. So Lute wandered out seeing how the other executioner was by Adam's side so? It should be fine. Walking around this pathetic hotel sneering at the sight. There's no way a sinner COULD be a winner.

She'd laugh, and HAS laughed in the princess's face for that dream. But deep down, she only wished it to be true for one specific sinner. A fallen. Glancing around, she grumbled behind her mask. Seething how dare that thought come to her mind? Why is she? An executioner thinking this.

Lute is inlove with a demon.

The thought sickens her - sure it was fine when you were an angel. In Heaven- sure, she still had no clue what she felt. Now-? She can't entertain the thought. Stopping, footsteps came behind her- she twirled her spear in her hand quickly moving to strike before stopping almost hitting the demons neck

"Its you" she snarled out glaring you down behind her mask but- she couldn't help the flush across her face- even now as a demon you are just as gorgeous as the day she met you- if not more. Given how free you seemed "what the fuck do YOU want"

You smiled that same one she dreamed of seeing - the one that helped keep her sane as she fought - trained, trying to forget you. But she couldn't forget your smile. Like it haunted her "to see you Lute~ i.. missed you"

"Why the hell would you betrayer?" Snarling at that- putting her spear away, ignoring how she longed to say how she missed you as well. Her heart hurt - burned at that - at your voice. "You made your choice. Picked the demons now you want to see me? What a fucking joke. Your a fool if you believe this changed things. Thatd id miss you"

Grinning as if her words had no effect on you - you shrugged. "Guess I'm a fool then~' her temper- her grumpy self never truly bothered you even in heaven- as if? You always knew what she wanted to say "i.. wanted to say. I'm sorry for leaving you alone-"

"If you truly meant that you wouldn't have done what you did." She quickly cut you off before sighing, looking around and against her own rules if this event would ever happen - against the rules above all together, she grabbed your arm, shoving you into a room alone.

Ignoring the teasing comment, you sent her way glaring at you, making you shut up. "Stay away from the hotel. Stay away from the city. I don't give a SHIT where you go. But you fucking stay away you STAY hidden" she snarled holding your shirt

Seeing your confused face she sighed "why? Why can't I? MY friends are here. I can't just leave them.' You grumbled out not at all worried about her this close- this angry. You knew she'd never actually hurt you- no matter what occurred the day you fell. She'd never purposely do it

"I'd have to kill you. Execution day is coming. I can't save you. I can't keep you fucking SAFE. You will die." She snarled in your face getting so close- feeling your breath hit her lips- oh how she does wish to kiss you- do the thing she's always dreamed of. But she won't. NOT like this.

Not with how Lute? The most loyal executioner. The guard of heaven herself betrayed them to warn and protect a demon. What a vile thing she's done. Taking a deep breath, she ignored you, calling for her. To come back.

Lute stormed off

They day of the fight was like any other- fighting through the city of those sinful vile demons. Lute in her cold Killer state mercilessly slaughtered any demon her way coated head to toe in their blood no one was safe from her grasp-

Stepping close, Lute sneered down at a demon "please- dont- dont kill me, I'll do anything! Want money? Drugs - sex?" Snarling without a word stabbed the demons through their chest ending that vile fucks life

"Disgusting. No wonder you're in hell." Hissing out "begging for your life in such a sickening way after what you did it your mortal life?" Staring in disgust before amongst the chaos - amongst the screams of the demons dying and the exterminators' deaths - Lute stopped paling looking over her blood ran cold.

She saw you.

Racing over, she begged herself to catch you - she ripped the angel. Begging to save you- she didn't care about the dynamic - she didn't care. you were a demon, and how she's an angel- she WILL save you "GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF THEM-" ripping the angel off of you punching her as she took a protective stance over you bloodied spear in hand looking more freaked out hissing out "YOU DONT FUCKING HURT THEM. TOUCH THEM. DONT YOU DARE-"

Staring at angel down, watching her fly off sighing, knowing how she fucked up- knowing how she will get punished but- glancing back seeing your flushed face staring in awe at how Lute chose you. Made it all worth it in the end

"Don't get used to this," she hissed out, staring you down, cutting you off - refusing to let you thank her for this. "Don't even fucking say that ok?" Kneeling down to you checking the injury on you

"You..saved me?" Was all you could whimper out watching as Lute willingly taking care of the gash on your arm - a demons arm. Not wincing nor sneering - being uncharacteristically gentle with even you. "..but why?"

Huffing, she glared you down, grumbling at the back of her throat flushed, ignoring the signal for her immediate return. "..of course I fucking saved you. Why wouldn't I save you? My dove?" She whispered out, looking at you with those soft eyes behind her mask- shed only gave you. Never to your face, but when you weren't looking. Sighing, she stood up, straightening her mask. "Get out of town. I may not be able to save you again, " ignoring the now burning sensation from how Adam now demanded her return right then and there

"Better get going angel~ i-.. stay safe up there, Ok?" You whispered, smiling brightly, making her chest hurt in an odd way. A special one only she got to see- a odd sense of pride filled her.

Nodding, she backed up, huffing softly unable to speak the words she wished to say before turning and flying off up into the sky. Knowing this isn't gonna end well.

Love definitely changed people- no matter who they were or what they believed in before huh? Lute couldn't help but find it humorous.

#hazbin lute #hazbin hotel lute #lute x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n

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writinghotchner · 1 year ago

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migraine in progress, temporarily out of order

pairing: aaron hotchner x gn!reader (no pronouns used for reader) rating: E tags/warnings: mentions of headache/migraine, feeling bad in general, no use of "y/n"

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this is completely self indulgent >:) i have a literal splitting headache and i would cry about it but thatd just make things worse so im just gunna struggle write :') if only i had a big strapping man to......................help me..................

when the alarm next to your bed goes off, you feel a crack of lightning strike through your skull and rattle your teeth. it jolts through your spine and for a second you're actually afraid to open your eyes. the light that's barely shining into your window through your eyelids is enough to make your retinas feel like they're going to sizzle out of your skull.

you fling your blanket over your head and let out a shaky sigh. headaches and migraines aren't super rare for you, but you get them enough to know that you are going to be miserable and useless for the next few hours, if not the entire day.

you slither your hand out to stop the loud, shrieking screams of your alarm, only to find that it's not your phone going off. you crack open an eye to look at your phone to make sure and slam it shut with a sigh.

you manage to roll over and shake aaron, who mumbles something and turns it off, and then rolls back over to engulf you in his sleepy, heavy arms.

you stay like that for a few moments before you feel the bed dip and hear him patter across the bedroom floor to the bathroom. it somehow sounds like it's echoing in your brain, making you wince and screw your eyes closed tighter. the thought of moving at all makes you want to throw up but you figure if you can get your head under your pillow, maybe the sounds will muffle enough to leave you alone.

you manage it, squeezing the pillow to your ear, some of the pressure barely easing the pain. you remember your hair is up in a bun and struggle with wanting to take it down for some extra relief or just leaving it alone.

you leave it because there's no way you can move again without actually having your brain sear its way through your skull and onto you freshly washed sheets.

it's taking everything you have to not cry, the annoyance of it all being too much. but you know if you start crying, you won't be able to stop and it will definitely make your headache so, so, so much worse.

after a few minutes of you trying to breathe through the pain, you feel aaron's presence in front of you and then immediately hear is hushed voice.

"honey?" he asks. he slides his hand under the blanket and rests it on the arm you have draped over the pillow, running his thumb over your warm skin.

you mumble a pathetic sound to acknowledge him and that's enough for him to know that you're in pain; you had a pretty bad migraine a few months ago and he can only assume that's what's happening now. you feel his arm move away from you and you can tell, even through the blanket and closed eyes, that he's drawn the curtains on the windows closed to help keep out the light.

he's back in front of you again, squatting next to the bed. "can you take the blanket off your head for a minute? you don't have to open your eyes, i just want to make sure you don't have a fever."

"don't." is all you can manage, and you hope he somehow knows you mean you don't have a fever and not "don't take off the blanket".

he waits a moment, before he peels the blanket off the top of your body and gently moves the pillow out of your death grip. you squeeze your eyes shut against the room, the light still too much for your pounding head. you have tears clinging to the seams of your eyes, and you feel him wipe them away as best as he can. he rests the back of his hand against your forehead and then feels your cheeks afterwards. no fever. he moves the pillow back and drapes the blanket of your head and you hear him get up and start to move away from you so you once again mumble a pitiful noise.

"do you want an ice pack or the heating pad?" his voice is barely a whisper but you can hear it like he's being projected inside your skull with surround sound on full volume.

you open your mouth to answer but it's too much and you immediately shut it and squeeze the pillow tighter to your skull. you feel his hand back on your skin a few seconds later. "tap my hand once for the ice pack and twice for the heating pad."

you use your free hand to squeeze his hand and then tap once. your bones already feel like they're on fire, there's no way the heating pad will not make you feel like your swimming in your own personal fire lake in hell.

you hear him leave and it feels like he's gone for an eternity before you hear him shuffle his socked feet back over to you.

"okay," he says softly. "i know you don't want to, but i need to remove the pillow and blanket."

you feel the blanket being lifted off of you and you curl further into yourself, clinging to the pillow that you still have pressing into your ear.

"i have an eye mask for you, i'll put it on you as soon as you let go of the pillow. and then i can turn you over away from the window and put the icepack on your neck. okay? tap my hand whenever you want me to start."

you want to cry because of the pain, sure, but the fact that your boyfriend is going out of his way to help you when you know he should be getting ready for work is not only the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for you, but also making you feel guilty because he is definitely going to be late for work.

also, when and where did he get an eye mask?

you take in a shaky breath and tap his hand. "okay." he says. you feel him start to pull the pillow off your head and you flinch, holding the pillow somehow closer and harder to your head.

aaron huffs out a small laugh. "honey..."

you reluctantly let go of it and he's quick to roll you over to face away from the window. you feel like your brain is sloshing around in your skull and it makes the pounding so much worse, but then you feel the ice pack at the base of your skull and you sigh in relief. it's going to take some time to work, but at least for now, you can focus on the uncomfortableness of the cold and not the gun fight that's ricocheting around your skull.

"i'm going to put the eye mask on you, so i have to lift your head for a second okay? i'm sorry."

you moan in pain when you feel him lift your head and settle the thin strap around your head. he realizes your hair is still in a bun, so he quickly pulls the band out and massages your scalp a little before he he softly places your head back down on the mattress and apologizes again. thankfully, the mask doesn't feel too tight and you sigh a little bit in relief when both of your eyes are completely blanketed in darkness.

you feel his hand smooth over your hair and then feel his warm lips against your forehead. "i have to make a phone call, but i'll be back in five minutes to remove the ice pack. we'll try the five minutes on, five minutes off method to see if it eases the pain any." you barely shake your head yes and then you feel him leave you.

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you manage to fall back asleep, the cold from the ice pack and the sheer darkness that envelopes your eyes doing you wonders. your head still throbs, but it doesn't feel nearly as bad as it did before. it definitely feels like more than five minutes have passed and you take a risk to move the eye mask to look around.

the room is darker than it was before you went to sleep. the ice pack, you realize is gone and there's a glass of water and a bottle of ibuprofen sitting on aaron's night stand. you manage to pull off the mask and slowly sit up. your head has a dull ache to it, but thankfully it doesn't feel like your skull is going to split open anymore.

as you sit up, you rub your palms into your eyes. you roll your eyes around to test if that's going to make things worse or not. when you realize that your eyes don't hurt, you reach over for the water and pills in hopes to knock the rest of the dull ache out of your head.

you check the clock real quick, confused as to why the room seems darker than it should be, afraid that you somehow managed to sleep the entire day away. it's only noon. you barely remember his alarm going off at eight. you look over at the window to see that at some point, aaron had come in and draped a black sheet over the window. that brings a small smile to your face. but that quickly falters when you realize he must've called in to work to stay home with you. you slowly stand up to go find him but as if right on cue, he walks into the room.

"work?" was all you could manage.

"i called in. we don't have an active case and i would've just been sitting with jj in the office all day doing consults for nearby cases that didn't require us to be on the scene." he makes his way over to you and sits down on the bed. "jj and i did a zoom call and worked for the last few hours while you slept. it's all good."

you rest your head against his shoulder and he runs a hand over your thigh. "how do you feel?"

"better." you kiss his shoulder. "thank you."

he kisses the top of your head. "you don't ever have to thank me for taking care of you."

you hum a small laugh. "are you busy now?"

you feel him shake his head 'no'. "what do you need?"

"you."

he rolls his eyes playfully at that. he falls back onto the mattress, taking you with him and pulling you so that you're on top of him. you're quick to bury your face into his neck, placing a few soft kisses there before you thank him again. you hold him hostage in a koala hug for as long as you can before you realize you need to pee and he needs to get back to work.

#this was longer than i intended it to be fjkdsfjs #migraine in progress temporarily out of order #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #hotch x reader #hotch x you #*reader #*mine #*hotch x reader #migraine series

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the-s1lly-corner · 1 year ago

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I'm humbly requesting that a Spot x Reader. Where reader is a small time thief that runs into a the spot is unsuccessfully tries to rob them, but Reader just turns the tables. Then is like "ok you are so bad it's pathetic. You want to come with me lol?"

Spot w/ a criminal reader!

off topic from the ask but im listening to old music from like, middle school era, BROO i forgot all about half of these bangers anyways ueueueue ive been wanting to write something like this but ive kinda been swamped with asks so im glad someone requested this!! hope this is alright! honestly i kinda just bully spot in this post

"somebody call an ambulance..! ..but not for me-" basically

honestly if you wanted to you could probably beat him up and rob *him*, even if you dont have any powers or fancy tools

but.. given how he immediately wilted and backed up and

oh my god did he just whimper

god hes pathetic

wet paper bag

anyways

you cant help but to feel bad for this loser

so against your better judgement you offer to let him tag along with you in your own crimes and

oooh my god hes a lot worse than you thought

for one it doesnt even look like he knows how to use his own powers and-

oh he actually doesnt

after a particularly pathetic display of malice he kinda just

slumps over

its kinda like looking at a wounded puppy

so, you just kinda try to comfort him, or at least try to hype him up

anyways you guys keep bumping into each other after that, you both get to know each other better. you learn about how he became the spot and how hes trying to learn how to use his holes

pause

okay you really tried to keep a straight face anytime he bluntly said hes trying to use his holes to do things, he just says it so. casually, with no second thought that it may sound dirty

anyways

you cant exactly help him with learning how his holes work since you yourself dont have them

BUT you can help him with learning basic self defense, how to scope out people to rob, and so on

this is assuming the reader is a basic robber

im sorry my thoughts are kinda everywhere rn so i dont really. have a solid train of thought

moving on, imagine spot gets more confident in himself and his skills as a criminal and you two become this little villain duo

i think thatd be cute, actually

again like i always remind yall, spot doesnt really have anyone left in his life so hed leech onto you for dear life. its been so long since hes had someone in his life, and the fact its someone whos actively siding with him and rooting for him? again you didnt specify if this were to be romantic or platonic so this post is vague

but i feel like regardless hed form a little crush on you; like

hes just a silly guy like that

anyways

yeah!!

i wish i had more ideas esp since this is an idea ive been thinking of for a while but my brain is jello today, melted jello

#atsv #atsv spot #the spot #the spot x reader #spot x reader #jonathan ohnn #jonathan ohnn x reader

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