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capvincible x stalker!reader who tries to get better (tw:obsessive tendecies, desperate mark, unhealthy relationship)(im writing about stalker bffr obvi its unhealthy)
They fail.
they admit in the passing that they went to therapy to manage their obsessive tendecies and mark feels his heart sink.
Because in his head its like: if my stalker stops being my stalker they wont pay for my stuff and ill be broke again and no one wants to be around broke people(<-projection)
And to reader is: if i get better, i can properly date him(<-chad mentality)
So now mark steals n hides their meds, or outright says if they go to the next therapy session he wont talk to them. And reader has two choices: not go along with manipulation and follow through with their healing but lose contact with mark or go back on their bad habits and keep mark close. And reader cant accept being NOT close to him so they lie to their therapist and say the meds arent helping.
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Reader, in a good mood: so i started writing down my thoughts and setting them on fire afterwards instead of sending texts at 3 am to u bc i know u need to sleep more and i care for your health.
Mark, thought reader hates him now: either double text me or im killing myself
Reader:...
Reader, taking their phone out to tell their therapist that they cant come in: i just got another idea for a text!
.....
Like, it feeds mark ego to have a sugar daddy that doesnt even ask for sex, just to be around. The fact that those messages about them stealing his clothes and using them to pleasure themselves, or writing his name in their skin, or blackmailing some random that ruined marks evening(bumped into him in a crowd), and sweet messages that they miss him after spending whole day together -> is just a bonus!
And reader whos emotion dictate their actions, their ego thriving on a victim who "reciprocates"(doesnt stop them if not full on enabling) their feelings. Because they CAN afford mark and CAN provide for him AND feed on his happiness -> is just cherry on top for their deal and balm for the ego!
Neither of them are normal. If reader sees mark threaten someone and then backtracks bc of public image of his hero persona, reader doesnt have to backtrack and will keep their loves promise.
Reader would probably work with Machine Head if it lets them see Mark more often when hes acting like a hero. They learned so many new skills and got even more money from working with the mafia that mark is conflicted if he wants to put them in jail or play a good sugar baby and forgive them for a nice present.
Reader is paying both for therapy and mark but since mark knows theyre going to therapy he assumes they arent giving him enough money bc they spent majority on something else. Aka, he got jealous of their therapist. (Obvi reader is paying more to mark +presents +unhinged confessions +affection - but mark doesnt see that)
...
To win reader fully over he introduces them as his partner and now they have to spend all free time together(like it wasnt like this already) to hold the title up. Which reader now has even more reasons to be obsessive and therapist is forgotten to pamper mark.
This little shit sabotaged their healing and reader just cant tell him no
#invincible hc#invincible x reader#sometimes i stare at this png bc hes bald hes bald chat why does he do that#capvincible x reader#mark grayson x reader#invincible
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I had a train of thought about your Twice as Bad AU. Started with thinking âwhat if Peaches had a pet cat back at the village and it could see past the monkeysâ disguise?â Then I thought âwait, would it make more sense for her to have a farm animal as a pet? Like a little pig or goat?â And ended with âwell I might not have had a pet if I were her but Iâd definitely have a garden. And I would be VERY upset about getting stolen away from it. Even if itâs tiny, those are my plant babies!!!!â I guess all of this to sayâŚwhat if Peaches had a pet? (As always, I love your stories and your art, Semi! Hope you are having a fantastic day! đźđťđˇđ¸âď¸)
(pfft. đ they'd help her transfer her garden to the mountain if she missed it that much)
so, i think that in the beginning, if reader had a pet during the time that the monkey demons were visiting her as little normal monkeys, things probably wouldn't have turned out much differently. my first thought goes to the "sensing demons" thing. for easiness-sake, we'll say reader has a cat or a dog, since both of these pets have been known to be able to sense the paranormal.
when reader brings an injured, disguised macaque back to her home to patch him up, she has to shut the pet outside because of how crazy they're acting. they won't stop barking/meowing, their fur standing on end, and it's scaring reader's little guest. reader just figures the pet doesn't like a new animal in the house.
macaque knows that the pet can tell he's a demon, but he also knows he can just...make it disappear if it gets in his way, so he's not too concerned about it. when reader opens the door to let macaque go after bandaging him, he quickly gets into the trees. the pet hisses/growls at him from the ground, and he hisses right back. the six-eared demon still wants to see reader, but he'll need to distract the little pest if he wants some one-on-one attention from its mistress.
macaque, knowing that reader must love the stupid thing if she actively keeps it near, won't immediately kill it. so, he uses clones to keep the cat/dog busy in the forest during his visits. wukong, once he starts showing up, plans to just kill the stupid thing. ...what, reader has them now! what does she need this thing for? it's not like it's doing its job all that well anyways; he and mac keep coming back, don't they? overall, wukong doesn't care for the nuisance the pet is being; he's got beef with a cat/dog.
that brought up the idea of reader thinking that something might be wrong with her pet and asking around the village for something to calm them. a friendly old farmer listens to her troubles and warns, "If it only acts that way around those monkeys you're feeding, then perhaps it's trying to warn you, girl."
reader didn't know how right he would be.
#twice as bad au#bad end wukong#i dont wanna say they kill the pet#but reader probably doesnt get to keep it
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I think at a certain point we all gotta stop referring to the wc incest issue as "accidents." Like, it can only happen so many times before it's obvious someone made an executive choice to ignore it. it feels like...removing/lessening blame to keep calling it a clueless accident
with the way these books are written, I suspect the wc team mindset is "anything the middle-grade target audience wouldn't remember/question doesn't need to be considered." Like, if Nightheart didn't acknowledge last arc that Bayshine was related to him, then he effectively isn't related to him in the eyes of whatever new reader picked up this arc for the first time. Therefore, might as well not exist. Nothing in this world matters except whatever will get them through the current plotline.
the fact they are writing about animals and consistently refuse to use relatable familial terms like cousin/aunt/uncle/grandparent etc probably makes them comfortable shrugging it off.
the new team especially writes as if they are soft rebooting every other arc. it's the ultimate have your cake and eat it too: they don't want to do the work required to change the world/status quo to prevent this problem (doing so might slightly impede the ease of their break-neck writing speed), but they still want to do standard cliche romantic drama with their new next-gen-protag kits, soâŚthey deal with that road block by ignoring it. There hasn't been a financial incentive not to.
this lack of care is all deeply annoying to me. but we gotta stop calling it an 'accident' b/c that implies they would be motivated to avoid it if it were pointed out to them. dog they know đ and they clearly decided it doesn't count if they don't acknowledge it
#the only thing that truly puzzles me is why they have a family tree on their website. they should get rid of that.#warrior cats#yarrow speaks#remember how they DID use uncle/nephew in the first arc to refer to Fireheart and Cloudtail#And then they notably stopped using those terms after that arc and never used them again. that's a decision someone made!#why? probably for this very reason.#its a small population with a rule about outside romances#a rule they dont want to get rid of because it has provided so much easy conflict and endless star-crossed-lovers drama#but they always knew this would happen. so make the 'tuck it out of sight' goal easier by not using memorable relation terms#''kin'' matters when a nightheart-type plot wants it to matter and ceases to be remembered just as easily when they're done w that plot#a kid isnt going to make real-world connections to 'kin' the same way they would 'cousin'#this isnt rly like a 'NORMALIZING INCEST" thing for me because they have made sure to never let mates acknowledge each other as relatives#its not /part/ of the story like game of thrones or something#and they at least dont pair siblings and parents. ig. like willowpelt/patchpelt actually WAS an accident that was corrected#and yeah the average new reader probably doesn't remember all the ways Moonpaw and Goldenpaws lineages overlap#im annoyed from a 'lazy writing' perspective.#w/e something doesnt have to be an active physical danger for it to piss me off and be shitty.#young readers deserve more care in the art made for them#i really dont think the world-building would fall apart if they allowed cats to have casual rogue/loner mates.#u can still keep your stupid cross-clan drama. but passing loners arent even a threat jesus christ.#maybe normalizing outsider friendships would be a smell step towards fixing the lazy xenophobia themes idk#wc criticism
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A small pt 3 of food aggressive simon and reader :)
it was meant to be a joke, youre sure, but its a cruel sort of thing to joke about.
you and simon are in the gym, hes sparing with some other soldiers and ur on the treadmill. you dont work out often, it brings back unpleasant memories, but its too damn hot out to walk right now and youve been feeling restless. thus, treadmill and eavesdropping on simon. its been months since ur new lunch sharing tradition started, and youd like to consider him a friend.
which makes it all the worse when you hear "damn ghost, i dont remember you being this big. maybe we should keep an eye on those lunches, eh?"
simon doesnt react, but you have to catch urself from eating shit on the treadmill when u froze, horrified. you suddenly really dont want to exercise, and although no one else can see it youve learned to recognize the subtly tensing of muscles along ghosts back. you stride over, lips pursed, and gently lay a hand on ghosts forearm "hey, you ready to go? i need to get those papers turned in."
you dont ask if he's alright, it would be pointless.
except, next lunch, its like all the progress you made is out the window. hes hunched over, shoveling food into his mouth, warily glancing at you every second. you purse your lips, not reaching for him but wanting to help. "simon," he doesnt react, "simon, stop for a second." you try again, hand coming to rest on the table, but not straying close. still, he flinches away, taking the plate too.
"simon, im not gonna take your food." you say, direct and pointed. you cant afford to dance around the subject with him. "im serious. can you just look at me? tell me if i did anything to make you anxious? did...did i accidentally hurt you?"
his eyes widen, sitting up straight "no! no its not-" he rushes out, pausing to sort his thoughts. "i just. you heard what they said." he finally settles on, you know exactly who hes talking about. "i thought...youd probably agree. i know i take too much."
you let out a pained whine, unable to stop it, and simon finally looks at you. your vision blurs with tears, but you reach out to cup his face anyways "simon. listen to me. you are never too much, you hear me? you deserve to eat as much as you want. you deserve to enjoy your food." youre properly crying now, overwhelmed. "you deserve to feel safe, okay?"
simon doesnt look away, but his face scrunches up and he nods. "...okay." you nod, a thumb coming out to wipe away a tear from his cheek. "i mean it, simon. food isnt something you earn, its not something people can take from you. you deserve it, and anyone who says otherwise i will personally beat the shit out of."
that earns a chuckle, simon glances away, picks his plate up, and slowly takes a bite. "...as if you could." he retorts, trying (and failing) to subtly wipe his tears.
"for you? i could do it easily" you retort.
#can you tell this is a deeply personal subject for me lol#ghost cod#cod#cod angst#hurt/comfort#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#platonic ghost x reader#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#cw ed implied#cw ed
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hi!
Can you do one where reader gets injured but doesnt want to bother anyone so she doesnt sag anything. The catch unsub, and maybe spencer notices something is off but is not sure. Eventually she loses so much blood and collapses on spencer or something like that. Not sure how it ends. Fluffy and angst
thankkkssss
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collapse â spencer reid
pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: established relationship , reader is hurt , lots of blood , mention of stitches , reader got stabbed a/n: hi hi !! hope you like this <3 i might've gotten carried away
The adrenaline was the only thing keeping you upright.
You bit down hard on your lip, the metallic tang of blood blooming across your tongue as you suppressed a groan of pain. The unsub thrashed violently between you and Spencer as he fought against your grip.
Your side burnedâa deep, throbbing acheâbut you refused to loosen your hold.
Just a little longer.
To your relief, the unsub finally stilled, his resistance crumbling as Spencer adjusted his grip and shoved the door open with his shoulder.
Spencerâs voice cut through the ringing in your ears.
âAre you okay?â
You could see the concern etched into the lines of his faceâthe way his brows furrowed, the slight downturn of his lips. You had taken a nasty hit during the struggle, but you had brushed it off, insisting you were fine.
You werenât fine.
But now wasnât the time.
You forced a soft smile, willing your voice to stay steady. âYeah, Iâm fine. Donât worry.â
Derek was already at the car, his expression hardening as he took in the unsubâs snarling face. He reached out, wrenching the man from your grasp and shoving him into the backseat with a muttered, âNice try, pal.â
The moment the weight was gone, your knees nearly buckled.
You leaned against the car for support as the world tilted slightly. Spencer stood in front of you, close enough that you could see the flecks of gold in his hazel eyes.
âAre you sure?â he pressed, his voice softer now, almost hesitant.
You swallowed hard, willing the black spots at the edges of your vision to fade. âYes, Spence. Iâm okay.â
You pushed off the car, determined to prove itâto him, to yourself. You took a step forward, reaching out to touch his arm, to reassure himâ
And then, everything gave out.
Your legs crumpled beneath you, the pain exploding in a white-hot burst as your vision blurred. The last thing you registered was the warmth of Spencerâs arms catching you, his voice cracking as he shouted your name.
Thenâ
Darkness.
Spencer barely caught you in time, your weight slamming against his chest as his hands scrambled to keep you upright.
âHeyâhey! Look at me!â His voice was too loud, too sharp, cracking under the weight of sudden terror.
Your skin was pale, your breathing shallow. His fingers brushed against your sideâand came away wet.
Blood.
His stomach dropped.
âMorgan! Hotch!â The words tore from his throat, raw and desperate.
Derek whipped around, his eyes widening as he took in the scene. âWhat the hellâ?â
âSheâs bleeding!â Spencerâs hands were shaking as he lowered you to the ground, his mind racing through symptoms, probabilities, how much timeâ
Your eyelids fluttered weakly, struggling to focus on his face.
âSorryâŚâ you slurred, the word barely audible.
âNo, no, noâdonât apologize, just stay awake, okay? Look at me.â His palm cradled your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin in frantic, soothing strokes. âYouâre gonna be fine. Just keep your eyes open.â
Hotch was already on the radio, calling for an ambulance, but every second stretched into an eternity. Spencer could feel your pulse under his fingertipsâtoo fast, too thready.
This wasnât supposed to happen.
He should have noticed. He should have known.
His breath hitched as your eyes started to close.
âNoâhey, no! Stay with me!â His voice broke, fingers tightening around yours. âPlease.â
Somewhere in the distance, sirens wailed.
The sound should have been a relief. But as the paramedics rushed toward you. Spencer couldnât breathe.
âWe need to moveânow!â
Hands reached for you, but Spencerâs grip tightened instinctively, his fingers tangled in the fabric of your shirt. A paramedic pried his hand awayâgently but firmly.
âSir, we need to treat her.â
He forced himself to let go.
The seconds it took to lift you onto the stretcher felt like hours. The moment they strapped you in, Spencer was moving, climbing into the ambulance before anyone could stop him.
âIâm not leaving her.â His voice left no room for argument.
The doors slammed shut. The ambulance lurched forward.
And thenâthere was nothing but the sound of the heart monitorâs steady beep and the too-slow rise and fall of your chest.
The paramedics worked quickly, cutting away fabric to reveal the woundâa deep, angry gash just below your ribs, still bleeding.
His stomach twisted.
The EMT pressed a fresh bandage to your side, and even unconscious, you let out a weak whimper.
Spencerâs hand shot out before he could stop himself, his fingers tangling with yours. Your skin was ice-cold, your grip limp.
âHang on,â he whispered, voice cracking. His thumb traced frantic circles over your knuckles, as if he could somehow transfer his own warmth into you. âJust hang on, okay? Youâre gonna be fine.â
The ambulance hit a pothole, jostling you slightly. Your face contorted in pain, and Spencerâs free hand hovered uselessly above your shoulder, desperate to comfort but terrified of hurting you more.
âCanât you go faster?â he snapped, his voice fraying at the edges.
The paramedic didnât look up. âWeâre almost there.â
Spencer swallowed hard, his eyes darting between your face and the heart monitor. The numbers taunted himâtoo low, too slow.
This was his fault.
He shouldâve seen it. Shouldâve known. Heâd watched you take that hit during the struggle, seen the way youâd stumbled afterward, the way your hand had pressed discreetly to your side. But youâd smiled at himâsoft and reassuringâand like an idiot, heâd believed you.
A sudden twitch of your fingers against his snapped him back to the present.
His breath caught. âHeyâ?â He leaned closer, his free hand brushing your cheek. âCan you hear me?â
Nothing.
The ambulance screeched to a halt. The doors flew open.
And just like that, you were ripped away from him again, whisked into the bright, sterile chaos of the ER.
A nurse stopped him at the doors. âYouâll need to wait here.â
Spencer opened his mouth to argueâbut the doors swung shut in his face.
Alone in the sterile, suffocating silence of the waiting room, Spencer Reidâ man who always had an answerâcould do nothing but stand there, your blood still drying on his hands, and wait.
The fluorescent lights hummed overhead. He couldnât sit. Couldnât breathe.
So he paced.
Back and forth, back and forthâwearing a path into the linoleum like a man possessed. His hands flexed at his sides, fingers stiff with dried blood. Your blood. The sight of it made his stomach twist.
The team came and went in shifts, each checking on you, each casting worried glances his way.
Then, the adrenaline crashed.
Exhaustion hit him like a physical blow, but he refused to sit. The hospital chairs were too stiff, the silence too loud, the waiting unbearable. His mind, always too sharp for its own good, raced through worst-case scenarios.
He shouldâve seen it. Shouldâve known.
âReid.â
Hotchâs voice cut through the static in his head. Spencer hadnât even heard him arrive.
The unit chief stood beside him, his usual stoicism softened by the faintest crease of concern between his brows. âAny updates?â he asked as his eyes flickered toward the treatment doors.
Spencer shook his head, his throat too tight to speak.
Hotch didnât push, before stepping aside as Garcia burst through the entrance, her heels clicking frantically against the linoleum.
âOh my god, is she okay?â Her voice was high with panic, eyes red-rimmed behind her glasses. She zeroed in on Spencer immediately, her hands fluttering toward him like she could physically tether him to the present. âSpencer, talk to meââ
âThey havenât told us anything yet,â Hotch answered for him.
Garciaâs lower lip trembled. âBut sheâs toughâsheâs gonna be fine, right? She has to beââ
Morgan arrived next, his usual swagger replaced by a grim tension. He took one look at Spencerâs ashen face, the blood still streaked across his sleeves, and exhaled sharply through his nose, but he didn't say anything.
Spencer's gaze was fixed on the clock above the nursesâ station, barely noticing anything around him.
Twenty-seven minutes.
Too long. Too long.
Rossi appeared with coffee no one drank. JJ murmured reassurances no one believed.
And Spencer paced.
At the fifty-three-minute mark, a doctor finally emerged.
Spencerâs heart stopped.
She looked at him firstâof course she didâand offered a small, exhausted smile.
"She's going to be okay."
The words struck Spencer like a physical blow to the chest. Oxygen flooded back into his lungs so violently it burned, his knees nearly buckling under the sudden weight of relief. Behind him, Garcia gasped - a wet, shuddering "Oh thank God" muffled against Morgan's sleeve as she fisted her hands in his leather jacket.
Spencer remained frozen. Rooted to the spot.
Because the doctor was still speaking, her lips forming words that dissolved into meaningless static before they reached him.
âsignificant blood lossâ
âno organ damageâ
âlucky the blade missed the arteryâ
Lucky. The word turned to ash in his mouth.
There was nothing lucky about how your body had gone limp in his arms, your blood seeping through his shirt as he'd screamed for help. Nothing lucky about the way your eyelids had fluttered weakly before going stillâ
"âkept asking for you."
His head snapped up so fast his neck cracked. "What?"
The doctor's expression softened around tired eyes. "During moments of consciousness. She was disoriented, but she kept saying your name."
Something vital fractured behind his sternum. You'd asked for him. Even half-conscious. Even bleeding out.
"When can I see her?" The demand ripped from his throat, jagged and desperate.
"She's in recovery now. Give us another hour to get her settled, then one visitor at a time."
An hour. Sixty more minutes of this agony. Spencer's fingers twitched at his sides, still tacky with your blood.
"Reid." Hotch's voice dropped into that particular tone that brooked no argument. "Sit down before you collapse."
Spencer barely registered the hard plastic chair biting into his back. His hands trembled violently in his lap - the same hands that had failed to notice your injury, failed to protect youâ
Garcia thrust a paper cup of lukewarm coffee between his shaking fingers. "Drink this," she ordered, her usual bubbly cadence replaced by steel. "
The coffee tasted like ashes, but he drank it anyway, if only to stop the trembling.
The clock on the wall ticked mercilessly. Each second stretched into eternity. Around him, the team moved quietly - Morgan pacing like a caged panther, JJ making hushed phone calls, Rossi leaning against the wall with a tension that belied his casual stance.
And Spencer sat. And waited. Counting each breath, each heartbeat, until he could see for himself that you were truly alive.
The hour passed in agony.
At first, there had only been reliefâa dizzying, all-consuming wave of it that left Spencer lightheaded. You were alive. That was all that mattered.
But as the minutes crawled by, other emotions began creeping in, slithering through the cracks in his composure like poison.
Anger.
It started as a spark, small but insistent.
How could you not tell him?
The question burned through him, relentless. Youâd lied to him. Smiled right at him, blood soaking through your shirt, and told him you were fine. He could still hear the way your voice had waveredâjust slightlyâwhen youâd said it. He shouldâve known. He shouldâveâ
His hands clenched into fists, nails biting into his palms.
And then, worse than the anger at youâthe anger at himself.
He was a profiler. It was his job to notice the details, to see what others missed. Heâd watched you fight the unsub, watched you stumble afterward. Heâd seen the way your hand had pressed to your side, the way your breathing had turned shallow. But heâd let you brush it off. Heâd believed you.
Idiot. The self-loathing settled heavy in his chest.
Across the room, Morgan shot him a look. âYou good, Reid?â
No. He wasnât.
âPeachy,â Spencer bit out, the word brittle.
Garcia frowned, reaching for him, but he stood abruptly, the chair screeching against the floor. He needed air. Needed to move.
The hallway outside was quiet, sterile. He braced his hands against the wall, head bowed, breaths coming too fast.
Heâd studied every microexpression, every twitch of every unsub theyâd ever huntedâbut he hadnât seen this. Hadnât seen you.
What if the unsub had gotten another hit in? What ifâ
âReid.â Hotchâs voice cut through the spiral. Spencer didnât turn.
âSheâs alive,â Hotch said, quiet but firm. âThatâs what matters.â
Spencerâs jaw worked. âShe couldâve died.â
âBut she didnât.â
Because she got lucky. The unspoken words hung between them, heavy as a verdict.
A nurse appeared at the end of the hall. âAgent Reid? Sheâs asking for you.â
The nurse's shoes squeaked against the linoleum as she led him down the hallway, the sound grating against Spencer's frayed nerves. His pulse hammered in his throat with each step closer to your room. When they reached the door, he froze in the threshold, his fingers twitching at his sides.
"Thank you," he muttered to the nurse, barely recognizing his own voice.
The door clicked shut behind him.
And thenâyour eyes flew open, locking onto his like you'd been waiting.
"Spencer."
Your voice was rough, but the relief in that single word nearly undid him. A shaky exhale escaped you, as if you'd been holding your breath until this moment.
Each step was measured, unsteady, as if his body had forgotten how to move without trembling. He had counted every agonizing second until this moment, had played it over in his mind a hundred timesâhow he would rush to your side, how he would take your hand, how he would finally know you were alive.
But now that he was here, his legs wouldnât cooperate.
And then he was at your bedside, close enough to see the exhaustion in your eyes, the way your lashes fluttered weakly with each blink. His throat tightened.
"You're awake," he whispered, the words cracking under the weight of everything he wasnât saying.
Your fingers twitched against the sheetsâa weak, aborted movement, like you wanted to reach for him but didnât have the strength.
"Told you I was fine," you murmured, voice hoarse but laced with the faintest tease.
A broken sound escaped himâhalf-laugh, half-sob. His hand finally lifted, hovering just above yours before he let it settle, his touch feather-light, terrified of hurting you.
"You collapsed," he said, the words raw. "Youâyou bled out in my arms."
You swallowed hard, your fingers twitching weakly beneath his. Then, with effort, you patted the empty space beside you on the hospital bedâan invitation, a silent plea for closeness.
For a heartbeat, he hesitated. His gaze flickered over the IV line taped to your arm, the bandages peeking out from beneath your hospital gown, as if weighing the risk of hurting you against the unbearable need to be near you.
Then, carefullyâso carefullyâhe sat down on the edge of the mattress, his weight barely disturbing the sheets. His hands trembled as he reached for you again, but this time, you were the one who bridged the gap. Your fingers brushed over his knuckles, tracing the dried blood still smudged thereâyour bloodâbefore curling loosely around his palm.
"But I'm okay now,"Â you murmured, your voice soft but steady.
His breath shuddered out of him. He turned his hand beneath yours, intertwining their fingers with aching gentleness, as if you were something fragile. Something precious.
"You scared me,"Â he whispered.
"I know. And Iâm sorry," you whispered.
A flicker of guilt passed over his face, but before he could spiral further, you added with a weak smirk, "The nurses told me about a tall, pretty guy not letting them work properly."
They hadnât, of courseâbut you knew him. Knew heâd hovered, frantic and pale, demanding answers they couldnât give fast enough. Knew heâd probably been seconds away from reciting medical journals at them just to feel some semblance of control.
Spencer blinked, then huffedâa startled, breathless sound caught between indignation and reluctant amusement. "Iâthatâs notâ" He faltered, then exhaled sharply, shoulders slumping. "Okay. Maybe."
You grinned, despite the dull ache in your side. "So you admit youâre pretty?"
His cheeks flushed, but his grip on your hand tightenedâjust a fractionâlike he was afraid youâd slip away if he didnât hold on. "I admit," he muttered, "that youâre impossible."
"And yet," you teased, shifting slightlyâthen wincing.
Instantly, his expression sobered. His free hand hovered over you, uncertain. "Donâtâdonât move, justâ"
"Spencer." You caught his wrist, guiding his palm to rest gently over your uninjured side. His breath hitched as his fingers skimmed the dip of your waistâcareful, reverent, like he was relearning the shape of you.
He bit his lip, his thumb brushing once, twice, over the soft fabric of your hospital gown, as if to reassure himself that this part of you, at least, was unharmed. Then, with a quiet exhale, he murmured, "The rest of the team is waiting outside. Iâm pretty sure Garcia got you a bunch of different plushies."
You could practically see itâGarcia bursting in with an armful of absurdly cheerful stuffed animals, each one louder and more ridiculous than the last.
"How many are we talking?" you asked, lips quirking. "Enough to start a zoo?"
Spencerâs mouth twitchedâalmost a smile. "At least three with googly eyes. One of them might be a neon pink llama."
You snorted, then immediately regretted it as pain lanced through your side. His hand tensed against you, his face flooding with concern.
"Heyâeasy," he murmured, shifting closer instinctively. His other hand came up to brush a stray hair from your forehead, his touch lingering. "No more making fun of Garciaâs questionable taste in plushies until you can laugh without wincing."
"That might take a while," you admitted, but you were smiling againâsmall, but real.
Spencerâs gaze softened. "Iâll wait."
The silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken tension. Then, Spencer uttered the words like they'd been clawing at his throat:
"You lied to me."
His voice was quietâtoo quietâbut the hurt in it cut deeper than any blade. His fingers still rested against your side, but they'd gone stiff, like he couldn't decide whether to pull away or hold on tighter.
You swallowed. "I didn't lie. I just... didn't mention the part where I was actively bleeding out."
His jaw clenched. "Semantics."
"Spencerâ"
"No." His hand finally withdrew, raking through his hair instead. "You smiled at me. You said you were fine. Do you have any idea what it was like, watching you collapse like that? Thinkingâ" His voice cracked. "Thinking I'd just let you die?"
The raw pain in his words stole your breath. You reached for him, ignoring the protest of your stitches. "Hey. Look at me."
He didâreluctantlyâand the guilt hit you like a punch. His eyes were red-rimmed, his face pale with exhaustion.
"I'm sorry," you whispered. "I didn't want you to worry. I thought I could tough it out until we got him cuffed."
"That's the problem," he said hoarsely. "You don't have to tough it out alone. Not with me."
Your throat tightened. "I know. And next timeâ"
"There won't be a next time," he interrupted, voice fierce. Then, quieter: "Please."
You caught his hand again, pressing his palm to your cheek this time. "Okay," you murmured against his skin. "No more lies. Even the stupid ones."
He let out a shaky breath, his thumb brushing your cheekbone. "...Even the stupid ones,"he agreed.
And just like that, the weight in the room shiftedânot gone, but lighter. Bearable.
Outside, Garcia's voice suddenly carried down the hall, "âFBI, ma'am, I promise the emotional support alpaca is essential to her recoveryâ"
Your gaze drifted down to his handsâthose beautiful, trembling hands still streaked with rust-colored stains. The sight punched through you harder than the wound ever had.
"You should wash up," you whispered, tracing a fingertip along the edge of the dried blood caking his knuckles.
Spencer flinched as if burned. He hadn't even noticed. But now the evidence clung to him like a second skin, flaking when he flexed his fingers. Your blood. The realization sent a violent shudder through him.
"Right," he choked out, standing abruptly.
He made it two steps before turning back, his voice cracking. "Don'tâ Don't disappear while I'm gone."
The joke fell flat, undercut by the raw fear in his eyes.
"I'll be right here," you promised, patting the sterile sheets. "Go."
The bathroom fluorescents buzzed overhead as Spencer scrubbed at his hands with surgical precision. Steam rose from the scalding water, turning his skin an angry red. He didn't stop until every last trace was gone.
The water ran pink, then clear, swirling down the drain with the last physical remnants of your blood.
Then â voices. Loud. Familiar.
Garcia swept in first, arms overflowing with plush animalsâincluding, as promised, a neon pink llama with absurdly large googly eyes. "Oh, sweetheart!" she wailed, nearly tripping over her own heels in her haste to reach you. "Look at you, all brave and beautiful andâoh my God, is that a bullet wound?!"
Morgan followed close behind, rolling his eyes. "She was stabbed, Garcia."
"Details!" Garcia sniffled, dumping the stuffed animals onto your lap with surprising gentleness before cupping your face. "The important thing is, our favorite badass is still kicking."
JJ appeared next, balancing a tray of suspiciously green hospital Jell-O. "We brought contraband," she said, grinning as she set it on your bedside table. "Well, contraband adjacent. It's still hospital food, but it's the lime flavor, soâŚ"
Rossi lingered near the foot of your bed, arms crossed, but his usual smirk was softer than usual. "You gave Reid ten years off his life, kid."
"I know," you admitted, your gaze flickering toward the bathroom door.
Hotch stepped forward. "You did good work today," he said simply. "But next time, maybe mention when you're bleeding out."
The apartment was quiet when Spencer brought you home.
He'd already fluffed the pillows on the couch, laid out your favorite blanket, and arranged a small army of Garcia's plushies along the backâincluding the neon pink llama, which now sat proudly on the armrest like some kind of fuzzy sentinel.
You barely had time to take it all in before he was at your side again, hovering. His arm hooked gently around your waist, his touch feather-light, like you might break.
"Sit," he murmured, guiding you down onto the couch with the same careful precision he usually reserved for rare first editions. "Do you need water? Pain meds? I bought those crackers you likeâ"
"Spencer." You caught his wrist as he started to turn toward the kitchen, tugging him back gently. "Breathe. I'm okay."
He hesitated, his gaze flickering over youâchecking, always checkingâbefore exhaling sharply. "I know. I justâŚ" His hands flexed at his sides, restless. "I need to do something."
You understood. This was Spencer Reid, after allâthe man who needed equations to make sense of the world, variables to control. And right now, the only equation that mattered was you, alive and here, and he had no idea what to do with the leftover terror still humming under his skin.
So you gave him a task.
"Okay," you said softly, nodding toward the blanket. "Then sit with me. And tell me about the book youâve been reading."
Something in his shoulders eased. He sank onto the couch beside you, close enough that his knee brushed yours, and reached for the blanket.
"It's about quantum entanglement," he started, his voice warming as he draped the fabric over your legs with meticulous care. "The theory that particles can become linked, so that what happens to one affects the other, no matter the distance."
You smiled, leaning into him. "Sounds familiar."
His breath hitched. Then, slowly, his arm slid around your shoulders, pulling you carefully against his side.
"Yeah," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "It does."
Outside, the world kept turning. Cases would come, and wounds would heal.
But here, tangled together on the couch, you were perfectly, irrevocably linkedâand nothing, not even blood or time or space, could change that.
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this is a weird ask, you can ignore this if you are uncomfortable of course, but could you write simon or really anyone from tf141 x a reader who doesnt have a stereotypical âpretty pussyâ or âpornstar pussyâ and is insecure about it?
hi! I donât think this is a weird question at all!! I think most people donât have a âporn starâ pussy, itâs quite literally their job to have a pretty pussy lmao! But I digress
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Simon would be the most understanding about an insecurity like this. Heâs covered in scars and burns, wears a balaclava, doesnât like pictures, hides most of himself behind clothing and being aloof. He might be a little self-conscious himself, probably doesnât think heâs all that conventionally handsome with all the cuts and gashes melded into his face, the leathery texture of his burn scars.
Maybe there was a time when he did think he was handsome, but that was when he was younger, before everything happened to him.
But now? He gets nervous taking his shirt off in intimate settings, keeps the balaclava on most of the time to keep himself covered, and you donât push him.
Instead, you try your best to make him understand that his worth is more than the blemishes and scars that adorn his bodyâ that he is more than his appearance.
Simon is a little shocked when he finds out the real reason you keep avoiding sex with him, especially since youâre so kind to him, treat him like he hung the moon and the stars despite how he looks. Quite surprised when it seems you do everything in your power to make him feel comfortable and confident.
Maybe you have a full bush that you canât keep tamed, hyperpigmentation around your thighs and vulva, or your labia minora hangs a little lower than your labia majora.
Why the fuck would he care about any of that?
He doesnât.
Youâre beautiful to him in every aspect, graceful, ethereal; the most heavenly person heâs ever laid eyes on, and thereâs nothing you could possibly say or do to change that.
Anxiety stung your chest, digging indents into Simonâs shoulders to hide the fact that your fingers were trembling lightly, to ground yourself from the fact that his fingers were curled under your skirt. Pressed right up against the top of your leg, thumb snug on the inside of your thigh, within a breathes inch of your pussy.
You had clamped them shut as soon as he began to brush soft strokes against it; he thought you were just sensitive, but you were doing everything in your power to stop him dead in his tracks, keep his thumb as far from your pussy as possible. But he was stronger than you, and he slipped past your thigh muscle easily, found your pussy just as soon as it left.
It felt good, god, did it feel good, but your stomach swooped low, and not in the good way. Your hand instantly flew to his wrist, pushing him away as best you could, chest tightening at the sound he made, guilt burning your eyes.
âWhatâs wrong, love?â He asked against your lips, âYou push me away every time, you donât want this?â
You swallowed over the lump in your throat, diverting your eyes from his, âI donât exactly have a pretty pussy.â
He snorted a laugh, âAnd mine ainât exactly a Van Gogh either.â
You chuckled lightly, but you kept your eyes fixated up, too embarrassed to look at him, âJust donât make fun of it.â
âOy,â He murmured, fingers finding your chin, dipping your head to meet his gaze. You gulped at the reverence in his eyes, the tender look he wore, âWhy the hell would I ever make fun of you? None of that crap matters to me. Youâre beautiful to me no matter what.â
So, that night you let him in, and when he peeled you back layer by layer with the expert curl of his fingers and deliciously smooth tongue, you were almost too dazed, too fucked out to hear him murmuring itâs praises.
âNot a pretty pussy?â He rasped, hot air on your cunt as he huffed a laugh, âPrettiest cunt Iâve ever fuckinâ seen.â
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had brain worms and shared them with @pricegotmedickmatized last night and she fed into it and gave me ideas so now have to write for I am plagued by the demons
cw: age gap (20s/40s), some size difference, risky place, crying, fingering, orgasm denial(kinda), price talks about fisting, price is a pervert, reader is a virgin, fem!afab!reader
Its been a few years since Price had retired. some stupid injury, something with his knee that he didnt listen to when the doctor explained it to him - probably what got him to the point of being discharged in the first place. he does insist that he's fine, he could still work perfectly; he wants to feel useful still, like he's contributing to society in some way at least. it's been something he's had set in his head ever since his first divorce - he wasn't even contributing a family, so it had to be work until he found someone to carry his babies once again. but until then, he likes to help out the old couple next door.
they're sweet people, one of these couples that's still truly in love despite being married for longer than he's been on this planet, still saying I love you with a goodnight kiss. it's his dream to be like that with someone, once he finds someone as sweet as that cold couple he's gonna lock them down, sink his fangs into their neck and never let go again. his age is catching up and he's getting worried, nervous almost. he even tried dating apps but that was horrid - either the people don't text back or he goes on a few dates and ends up scaring them away. who can blame them when he asks how many kids they want on the third date? john sure blames them. it's not his fault that he's the way he is. it's not his fault that he's desperate to have a sweet thing to call his own again. to love and care about, to dote on and kiss all over, to fuck to sleep every night and every morning. it's really not his fault. really.
He's laid under the kitchen sink, flashlight propped up next to him as he's fixing a dripping pipe for them. the granny already had brought him lemonade and some cookies, watching with a soft sigh of relief when price comes up and gives her a warm smile with a thumbs up. "all fixed, love." he tells her, she beams. pats him on the arm and tells him what a good job he did, how thankful she is. sometimes he thinks the two of them just like having him around and don't actually need anything. but its whatever, he doesnt mind. especially not if theres cookies in it for him.
he's washing his hands when the front door opens. it just opens, no knocking, no doorbell. he turns his head in confusion, curious to see who's keys are jingling like that. his eyes light up when he sees you walk in with two bags of groceries; everything about you is perfect. your hair, your eyes, your lips that curve into a perfect little smile when the old lady greets you, the sundress and matching cardigan (he wonders if its handmade), the way you fill it out so perfectly, little earrings youre wearing - its perfect. youre perfect.
"Sweetie," she says with an almost excited tone, "this is John. hes the nice young man thats been helping us around the house, i told you about him." Price blushes a bit and reaches his hand out to you, you put your hand into his after putting the bags down, introducing yourself with a shy smile. "shes our granddaughter." your grandma adds proudly, she loves gushing about you. "shes such a sweet, nice girl, always bringing us what we need and helping keep things clean around here. smart as a whip too!" your face heats up, john chuckles.
"charmed.." he says in a low hum, giving you a wink. you look so innocent, so sweet and shy, it's almost too good. your grandma pats you on the arm and goes back to the living room where your grandpa sits, waiting for her to come watch their show with him, leaving the two of you alone. John sits down on one the chairs, arms crossed as he watches you fuss around the kitchen to put away the groceries. he watches you closely, the slight sway in your hips, the little bounce of your tits, the way your dress rides up your thighs when you put things into the upper cabinets - and all he can imagine is sitting you up on the counter, folding you in half and putting a baby into you. he just knows you'd look so good, fat and round with his baby. he knows he'll have to prove it too.
watches you put the rest of the groceries into the fridge right next to him, that's when he pounces. leans over and slips his big, calloused hand under your dress - before you can even react to the fabric being lifted he's already got his hand on your pussy, cupping it with a firm squeeze. It makes you gasp, your knees buckle slightly, one hand gripping the fridge tightly as your mouth falls open. you want to say something, to tell him to get his dirty hands off of you - but his finger find your clit through the fabric and presses down slightly, his palm pressing against your lips more firmly. his touch isn't like what you're used to; the boys your age have always touched you so differently. they were always too fast, trying to get what they want too quick, touching you like they're just guessing what they're doing or not even paying attention - it's the reason you never let any of them get any further than your panties.
but John?
John's touch is different. his touch feels good. it feels secure, like he knows what he's doing, like he knows just how to touch you, like he's confident you'll like what hes doing. the mere way he touches you makes your brain melt, makes your pussy wet. he chuckles softly, rubbing small circles on your nub as he speaks quietly. "feels good, doesnt it?" he muses, squeezing your cunt a bit tighter - enough to make you snap out of your trance and push your hips back against him. the subtle movement makes him laugh, shaking his head. "thought so.." his fingers work you gently, slowly, agonisingly. you're not one to just take what you want, but maybe just this once?
you push your hips back more, just for him to pull away a bit, easing up the friction; and it makes you whine in frustration - loudly. you don't know what's gotten into you, you don't know why his touch makes you so wet, so loud, so desperate. desperate enough to forget your grandparents are in the next room over, to forget to keep quiet. lucky for you, John is here to think for you right now. he quickly pulls his hand away and stands up, muffling your protest with a strong hand clasping over your mouth. your eyes widen as you feel him shut you up, as you feel his big, burly body press against your back, his hips agaisnt your lower back. "shh.. 's alright, honey.." his other hand finds purchase on your hip, starting to pull up the fabric of your dress once again. "sorry doll. gotta get a good look at the goods before I buy them. you'll let me, won't you?" he chuckles as you squirm. "I'll make it worth your while, don't you worry."
his hand slips from your hip to your pussy once again, this time from the front. fingers graze the damp fabric of your underwear, making him chuckle. "jesus.. these are soaked." he shakes his head, pressing down briefly before hooking his fingers into the sticky fabric, pulling it aside. he watches closely, putting his chin down on your shoulder for quick access to the soft skin of your neck. he watches himself free your cunt and groans at the sight.
Your untouched little pussy. She's gorgeous, slightly swollen and wet, eager for his touch. "look at her.. she's so wet.." he grins, fingers dipping between your lips and immediately coating in your slick. "shes all wet." he murmurs, rubbing back and forth slowly, getting a good feel for her. your clit twitches almost in excitement, your tight hole clenching despite him not evening touching it yet, your sweet slick spreading and making it easy for him to slip two fingers inside you with a soft grunt. your eyes widen, body tensing slightly, a whimper gets muffled by his hand on your mouth. "Fucking hell.." he mutters softly, curling his fingers against your sweet spot - you immediately become putty in his arms. it's a foreign feeling, it feels so different from your own, much smaller fingers. his fingers are long and thick, two of them already slightly stretching you out, making your eyes roll back in your head with the precision of his movements.
"you should go help them, Sweetie."
"what a pretty girl.." he croons, making your face heat up - but he's not talking to you. he's talking to your pussy. "she's bloody tight too.." he mutters quietly, his voice strained with a mild effort. marvels at the way it flutters and twitches around his fingers. "you been neglecting her? not giving her what she needs?" he scoffs softly, a weird sense of guilt washes over you, you don't quite understand it. "poor thing.. needs someone else to take care of her.." he slips another finger in, making you gasp, the stretch burning slightly. It makes tears prick at your eyes. "look at how tight she is, I'm only three fingers in.." he scoffs softly, his wrist jerking upwards. "how's she supposed to take my cock, huh?" the words make your eyes widen. "gonna have to get her ready..."
his palm presses against your clit, rubbing it with every little movement his hand makes, with every little twitch of your hips - with every desperate try to ride his fingers even just a bit. his teeth find your neck and bite at it gently, not even leaving a mark, just enough to make you flinch at it - god he's enjoying this. the boner pressing against your back is more than enough proof that he is, if the way he was panting into you didn't already tell you everything you need to know. but he doesn't stop there. of course he doesn't. another thick finger squeezes it's way inside your poor, full pussy, stretching you more than you thought just one finger more could. a wave of slight pain curses through you, the burn holding on as you clench around his fingers that only use your own arousal as lube. a few stray tears start running down your cheeks.
"Have to work her open.." he whispers against your skin, leaning his hear up to kiss the tears away. his fingers wiggle slowly, like he's done this a thousand times and knows how it's done, like its muscle memory to work a tight cunt open for him. "gonna have to feed her my whole hand just so she can take my cock.." the thought makes your stomach tighten. you've never had anything that big inside you, hell, you've never even thought about something that big inside you. a slight fear curses through your body, making you tense up, he chuckles. his hand presses onto your mouth harder, the thumb rubbing your skin soothingly as he pushes his fingers upwards; making your body jolt with a cry. "you'll let me do that, won't you?"
despite yourself you nod. you nod and whimper, your hips moving as if they have a mind of their own, trying to fuck yourself on his thick fingers. even when you feel his thumb graze your stretched hole, the fear gets eaten up by the promise of pleasure that you know will ruin you for ever, for any other man that may get his hands on you.
"good girl.." he croons - and then let's go. he steps back and sits back down in the chair, reaching over to pull your dress down. you look shocked, frozen for a moment, mouth hanging open as your pussy gets left gaping and empty, dripping down your trembling thighs. you turn around to yell at him, scream at him, hit him - but just as you do your grandpa enters the kitchen with a smile, non the wiser.
"Sweetie, could you come help your grandma and me with the TV?" he asks. you nod. its all you can do. your grandpa nods in acknowledgement and walks to the living room, expecting you to follow. you glance back at price - and he just sits there, hiding his smile behind the same hand that's just been inside you, winking at you.
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tumblr is hiding only the request I want from me again :(
request: would u be able to do a poly emt marauders x reader where the reader is iron deficient cause she doesnt eat properly (always eating like "girl dinners") and the boys tell her off for it
cw: poor eating/nutrition intake, potential ed triggers although portions aren't mentioned and the boys aren't concerned about reader's general relationship to food, Sirius being a bit prickly because he's worried+protective
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Itâs only just past dark, but your head longs for a pillow. Siriusâ shoulder does well for now, his fan of cards held in his other hand to avoid jostling you as he plays rummy with your boyfriends. Youâd surrendered your own cards to the discard pile a few rounds ago, content to watch Sirius on your one side and Remus on your other as they both try to beat James, whoâs better at the game than any of you. He radiates a smug self-assurance as he looks down at his cards that bodes poorly for your other boyfriends.Â
James looks up and catches you watching him, his instinctive smile tinging with sympathy as he notes your drooping eyes. âSleepy, sweetheart?âÂ
âYeah, sorry.â You try to blink yourself to alertness. âIâve been tired so early lately, I donât know why.âÂ
Thereâs a brief moment of silence wherein you think to regret your statement. Then, Sirius sing-songs, âI know.âÂ
You groan, transfering to Remusâ shoulder in a show of dissent. He chuckles and takes you in, wrapping an arm around you. His cards fold over your shoulder.Â
âHeâs right, you know,â Remus says.Â
âAngel.â James sets his cards down, looking at you imploringly. âLet me make you something, please.âÂ
âI already ate.âÂ
Sirius scoffs. âYou had a snack.âÂ
You turn your forehead into Remusâ shoulder sulkily. You know any arguments will only be rebuked.Â
Your boyfriends came home from their shift just in time to find you finishing up your dinner. On your plate was everything you could wantâsweet, savory, and just enough to fill you upâbut evidently it left something to be desired for them. Remus had looked down at it and said, âThatâs not your dinner, is it?âÂ
âYeah,â you replied, warily.Â
âBaby,â Sirius laughed, picking up a grape. âThis is not a meal.âÂ
You stole the grape back from him, popping it into your mouth. âItâs girl dinner.âÂ
âIâm fairly sure girls need just as much nutrients as everyone else, gorgeous.âÂ
âThereâs nutrients in this.â You waved demonstratively to your plate of grapes, cheese, and crackers. That was practically half of the food pyramid, you were pretty sure. âLeave my dinner alone.âÂ
Remus had begun talking about the necessity of balanced meals, and things devolved from there into a debate about health and nutrition which youâd tabled by telling your boyfriends (with love) to mind their own business. You doubt youâre getting out of it again quite so easily.Â
âItâs not like I had a chocolate bar,â you mumble. âIt was healthy.âÂ
âIt was healthy,â James agrees, tone placating. âIt just wasnât everything you need in a meal, sweetheart. Youâre probably tired because there was no iron in there.âÂ
âIâve been tired for days, though.âÂ
âAnd when was the last time you had an iron-rich meal?â Remus asks.Â
Youâre silent. Sirius laughs.Â
âIt can be hard to keep track of.â James is ever forgiving. âHow about some eggs, yeah?âÂ
You turn your face again to look at him. âIâm already pretty full,â you say honestly.Â
âOne egg, then. With spinach.â He stands, leaving his cards flat on the table and stooping to drop a kiss on your head as he goes by. âThank you, mâlove.âÂ
âThanks,â you say back, sheepish.Â
You fall quiet again after James goes. You listen to the sound of the cupboards opening and closing in the kitchen, the crack of an egg, the stove being flicked on. After a while, Sirius snickers and pokes your ribs.Â
âDonât pout,â he says. He pokes you again until you smile, hiding it under Remusâ arm.Â
âI hate it when you guys are right.â You heave a sigh, affecting a tone of mopiness. âItâs never any fun for me.âÂ
âAwe.â Sirius leans over to rest his head on your shoulder. Remus chuckles, shifting his arm to accommodate the both of you. âIâm sorry it happens to you so often, baby.âÂ
That makes you laugh, though you try to muffle the sound. âMean.âÂ
âIâve never claimed to be anything different.âÂ
âItâs important to be sure youâre getting everything you need from your food, dove,â says Remus, at one soft and stern. âYou need to choose more carefully.âÂ
âOkay,â you acquiesce. In truth, the fight left you long ago. âSorry.âÂ
âYou donât need to be sorry, though.â He kisses the top of your head.Â
âYou can totally make it up,â says James, coming back with a small plate, âby eating these delicious eggs.âÂ
You take the plate from him with a small smile of thanks. âEggs, as in plural?âÂ
He grins, caught. âThere may be two. Sorry.âÂ
âThis is how you earn your forgiveness,â Sirius teases, sitting up so you can eat. He bumps your shoulder lightly with his.Â
âYeah, yeah.â You roll your eyes, but scoop up a forkful of eggs. After your first mouthful, you say, âThese are really good, Jamie. Thanks.âÂ
His beaming smile is worth the stomachache.Â
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FORSAKEN SURVIVORS/KILLERS x BUNNY!SURVIVER!READER
Note:had to redo thes duo to my Tumblr glitching so bad
WARNING:cringe,might be ooc,not proof read,some parts might be wrong so Iâm Srry
SURVIVOR
NOOB:
they were very surprised to see someone to have bunny ears and bunny tail.
they wanted to touch your bunny ears but they well give you space
they well give you bloxy cola
wants to cuddle you so bad duo to you looking so fluffy and cuddly
they canât handle your cuteness like holy bunny
CHANCE:
Thes mf would teases you of how cute you are with having bunny features
protects you in rounds
tries to impress you
wants to pat you so much
rlly hope that spade,his bunny, likes you so much
spade itâs still the best bnnuy tho.
bnnuy
SHEDLETSKY:
heâs gonna give you a chicken or two duo to your cuteness
Protects you during rounds
mf pats you after rounds IF you donât mind ofc
well find it cute IF you both cuddle and that you end up falling asleep duo to vro being soft AND fat
ok thatâs it idk what else my gang
BUILDERMAN:
was surprised at first but some time to time well get comfortable around you
wants to pat you but might not ask you
alright thatâs it Iâm Srry but idk what to do with thes guy
DUESAKKAH DUESEKKAR:
truly surprised at first
treats you gently
well protect and help you during rounds
well pat you a lil
pumpkin guy approves you yay
TAPH:
mf well pat you with no hesitation
trying to help you (blud is trying)
hugs you MAYBE
ok idk what else to put here
GUEST1337:
confused at first but respects and treats you gently and carefully
protects you sometimes
weâll keep an eye on you duo to MAYBE your fragile and might get hurt
respects your boundaries
(âB-but heâs a married man!-â OMG ik that heâs married to daisy and has a kid named charlotte but damn dawg why canât we have in here and so maybe Iâll put platonic MAYBE idk??)
TWOTIME:
blud is looking at you deep in your soul
MIGHT protect you
MAYBE well look at you sleeping SOMETIMES.
pats you PROBABLY
well stop staring at you if youâll get uncomfortable
007N7:
treats carefully
well leave you alone if you wanted to be
wants to try and pat your bunny ears but gives you space
if you didnât know shit about his past well uh idk. You might go closer to him while being oblivious about his past
if you knew about his past actions than idk. You can forgive him or nah.
ELLIOT:
gives you pizza
pizza
gives pizza
yes
wanna pat your bunny ears (maybe to calm him down/relax him duo to him MAYBE might be stress after every rounds)
treats extra nicely
warns you about 007n7 (would respect you if you are still going to talk to 007n7, but heâs very confused of why you wanna talk to that guy.)
KILLERS
1x1x1x1:
he hates how cute you are. You make him hesitate to kill you. You looked too fragile. Too vulnerable.
heâs supposed to feel negative feelings towards EVERYTHING..but you make him feel soâŚstrange in his chest.
he even left you to be a lms too.
he hates how..fluffy you lookâŚso cuddlyâŚ.
you annoy him. You irritate him. But why he feels so strange inside? Ohh he needs to know what did you do to make him feel like thes everytime your in front of him
JOHN DOE:
how..strange...you make him feel so....weird that spares you sometimes.
He considers you a cute yet weird survivor..duo to you making him NOT want to kill you
He feels quiet irritated that he doesnt kill you and that sometimes might loose the round and let you and the survivors win but oh well
Alright that might be it mb
COOLKIDD(PLATONIC!!):
Thes mf might accidentally pull your bunny tail or ears so be careful
Thinks your very cute and thought that you can also turn into a bunny bunny
Hugs you tightly that maybe might break your back so badly
Talks about his papa to you
(THES WAS STRICTLY PLATONIC)
GUEST666:
Confused and curious about you
Pokes you, especially on your bunny ears and maybe on your bunny tail
Treats you mega gently to you
Well cuddle you close sometimes
Ok thats it
NOLI:
Teases you 1000 times.
Pats you without consent
Thinks your cute tho
Doesnt rlly mind to cuddle you
Calls funny nicknames (example: bnnuy, little bunny, puffy puffs, cutesy wutesy,etc..)
Might annoy you sometimes
ITRAPPED:
Isnt rlly interested but thinks your adorable anyway
Doesn't interact with you a lot
MIGHT not hurt you
He doesn't or does care if your cold duo to him having the ice dagger and theres a possibility that his skin is very cold and that theres a little bit of ice
Doesnt care if you hug him
(hes greedy and i hate it)
Jason:
Ki Ki ki ma ma ma
Ki ki ma ma ma
Ki ki ma ma
Ki ki ki ma ma
BONUS!!!:
MAFIOSO:
Well take you with him
Treats you very very nicely
Pats your 10000 times a day
You might be his favorite bnnuy
Bnnuy
His bunnies loves and approves you btw
Wont kill you ofc bc why would he ever hurt such a vulnerable yet cute being????
His guards approves you too
Mafioso thinks your so adorable that wants to keep you forever and ever
Cuddles cuddles cuddles
BLUUDUD3(PLATONIC):
Pass,blue is better
Thinks your lame,boring and not cute
Gonna be so rude to you i swear.
Wont spare you in rounds *sob*
*throws rocks at you* "UGLYYYY"
PR33TYPR1NC3SS(PLATONIC):
Thinks your cute but not enough
Well invite you into her tea party anyway
Well let you live or be lms sometimes or possibly
Might dress you up (ofc not infront of everyone)
Thank you for reading i hope that you enjoyed thes one.
#forsaken x reader#forsaken#Forsaken survivors x reader#Forsaken killers x reader#dream game#mafioso#mafioso x reader
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hii!! can i request for the event?? had this weird little scenario where a little kid goes up to reader, completely in love and confessing their love (even tho reader doesnt know who this little kid is) and the op men just look at what's happening with either a "đŹ" or "đ " reaction. any characters for this scenario would work but if you could put zoro as part of the 3 that would be great
Child Crushes Send me an event request!
Characters: fem reader x Zoro, Sanji, Shanks Total word count: 600
Zoro
âYou are so beautiful!â A child screamed, slamming into you and wrapping his arms around your midrift tightly. âI love you!âÂ
âHey!â Zoro shouted, reaching for the kid. âGet off her!â
âZoro!â you chided, shielding the kid from your boyfriend's wrath. âItâs okay!â
âYou are the most amazing lady Iâve ever seen! Your smile is radiant, and you are kinder than anyone Iâve ever met!â
You laughed, slowly prying the kid off of you. You were about to bend down to talk to him, but Zoro beat you to it.Â
âListen brat,â he hissed. âGo find another beautiful lady! This one is mine.â
The kid stuck his tongue at Zoro. âIf you keep being so mean, sheâll leave you for a real man like me!â
âWhat did you-!â
âZoro, stop!â you giggled, pulling him away. You looked back at the little boy, giving him a wink. âIt was nice to meet you!â
âIâll see you soon, lovely lady!â
You intertwined your arm with Zoroâs again, laughing at his outburst. âWanna tell me what that was about?â
âHe reminded me of that stupid cook,â Zoro groaned. âBesides, that kid needs to buzz off. Youâre already taken.â
Sanji
âExcuse me miss,â a small voice came from behind you, and you turned around.Â
He was young. Probably around 6 or 7, with caramel brown hair and clear blue eyes.
âHi there,â you said, breaking away from Sanjiâs hold so you could squat down so you were at eye level with him.Â
âI just wanted to tell you are the most beautiful woman alive.â He held out a wildflower with small white petals. âWill you marry me?â
You giggled at his request. His bluntness reminded you of someone else you knew.Â
âIâm flattered. How about you come find me when youâre older?â you challenged.Â
He pushed the flower into your hands. âI will. Iâll never forget you! Until then, hereâs something to remember me by!â
He took off, his cheeks pink with embarrassment. You laughed and stood up, your hand returning to Sanjiâs.Â
âYou have competition,â you teased.
Sanji hummed pleasantly, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. âHe has good taste in women. Canât argue with that.â
Shanks
You unfolded the note the little boy had given you and read the scribbles across the paper.Â
Please make my day and kiss me. You are so beautiful and kind. I love you.
Shanks peered over your shoulder, looking at the note, and burst out into laughter.Â
âShanks!â you scolded under your breath. âDonât laugh!â
âLook kid, only a real man gets to kiss this lady.â He planted a messy kiss on your cheek to prove his point.Â
The kid looked at you and him, and then ran off.Â
âShanks!â
âHeâll be back, donât worry.â
Shanks was right. A few hours later, the kid was standing at the end of the bar, peeking out and watching you from afar.Â
âYou wanna impress her?â Shanks asked, creeping up behind the boy. âGive her a rose and ask her for a kiss. To her face. Like a man.â
âWill that work?â the boy whispered, glancing back at you nervously.Â
âThatâs how I got her to kiss me,â he admitted. âGood news for you, I even have a spare rose.â
The little boy walked up to you, his knees visibly shaking as he gripped the rose in his hands.Â
âI got this for you,â he said softly. âWill you kiss me?â
Your eyes darted to Shanks, a smile dancing across your lips.Â
âThank you,â you said, taking the flower from him and giving him a small peck on the cheek. âIâd be honored to kiss such a polite young man.â
#one piece#one piece imagine#one piece scenario#one piece x reader#one piece x you#zoro#roronoa zoro#zoro x reader#zoro x you#sanji#vinsmoke sanji#black leg sanji#sanji x reader#sanji x you#shanks#red haired shanks#shanks x reader#shanks x you#shanks x y/n#cozage#â§Ëzoroâ§Ë#â§Ësanjiâ§Ë#â§Ëshanksâ§Ë
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So...healer!reader pt 5, shes already healed the guys individually, where will they go from here?đ¤
It becomes a bit of a routine. The guys try not to ask for ur healing too often, they value u as a genuine member of the team and would hate for u to think ur just here for that. But, you do notice they all perform much better after you heal them. Plus, it kind of gets on ur nerves when they try to 'tough out' some of the minor pain, bc u can feel it radiating from them and now that you have healed them before there's really no reason for u to be shy about it again.
So, you make sure to heal them all at least once a week, sometimes more if they actually are hurt. Ghost goes all soft and pliant, simply enjoying the fact his chronic pain is gone for a bit. Price tends to take the time to smoke, hes learned that ur healing with smoke in his lungs feels devine. Soap doesnt have much constant pain besides mild tinnitus, so he and gaz tend to work out like hell beforehand bc it feels alot better when the magic has something to focus on.
But you never seem to ask anything in return. Its frustrating. Especially considering soap has explicitly offered you to bed and all you've done is turn him down with a small smile. Needless to say, the guys are concerned. Gaz calls a team meeting between the four of them, a furrow in his brow.
"Do you think we're taking advantage?"
Its a long and serious discussion. Price thinks they are, they all have some sort of power dynamic over you (some more than others). Ghost doesnt think so, hes seen you punch a guy's lights out for looking at you the wrong way, if you didnt want to do something then you wouldnt. Soap seems mixed, he trusts your decisions, but he doesnt want to have accidentally coerced you into anything. The discussion gets them nowhere, so finally gaz calls you in.
U give them a confused look, but seem overall relaxed. "Uh- everything okay?"
Price doesnt mince words, "if you dont want to heal us. You dont have to. If you dont feel comfortable working in this team, give me the paperwork and ill approve it, no questions asked."
"What?" Youre honestly baffled, looking between them like they're crazy. "What on earth makes you think i dont want to heal you?? If I didnt then I wouldnt??"
So they explain they're reasoning, finally leading to the last point of u never seeking out ur own satisfaction. They don't want to make u heal them if u dont get some sort of satisfaction in return, it feels predatory or whatever.
You cant help it, you laugh. A bit from nerves but also from relief bc you thought you were being kicked out. "Oh my god- thats it?" You try to cover ur grin with a hand.
"the hell do you mean thats it?!" Soap retorts, a bit put off by ur sudden mirth "this is serious!"
"God! No- its- you dont understand-" you take a few deep breaths before calming down. Looking them in the eyes you shrug "im asexual. I uh- dont feel sexual desire. Like. At all."
Before they can freak out, you strike down whatever fears u know they're thinking "whatever sexual moments did occur were totally my choice. I may not get satisfaction like you guys do, but I like to see you guys happy, I like to help. Besides, all this healing has given me alot of practice with my magic, I really dont want to stop."
You and them have another, quite long discussion, and decide to keep up the arrangement. You get to practice magic, and they get to have the best damn orgasms of their lives. In fact, this probably means you can heal them more often now that you have permission to really experiment with ur methods.
(HA YALL THOUGHT IT WOULD BE A FIVESOME HUH??? WRONG!! anyways happy pride to all my fellow asexuals!! Also dw guys this is NOT the end of the series lol)
#cod#cod smut#johnny soap mctavish x reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#john price x reader#tf 141 x reader#healer!reader
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hello ive always loved your fics since nijien days and now more into love and deepspace, specifically sylus (the pipeline is universal, iâm afraid) so now, i beg for stalker sylus who is obsessed with everything you do, will fuck you in an alleyway please, cnc and mindbreak, thank you đđť

"window watching."
pairings: sylus x m!reader
summary: sylus can only take so much of your teasing before he breaks. unfortunately for you, his methods aren't so nice.
tw: NONCON, stalking, obsessive behavior, size diff., frottage, sph (if you squint), praise. implied kidnapping, handjobs, choking, coercion, dacryphilia etc.
notes: see how i didnt add stalker to the front of his name? i genuinely think he would stalk the shit out of you and it doesnt need to be an au, lol.
in all seriousness, i hope you enjoy it. i'm getting back into the swing of things... probably a bit ooc and doesnt follow the game lore (too much, that is).
im uploading this while sick, so i apologize for any mispellings/mistakes/etc.
please let me know what you think!
stalker sylus who cannot, at first much to his dismay, keep his eyes off of you.
everywhere you go, every time you think you have a sliver of privacy: he's always watching. whether its mephisto or one of the twins, he needs to know what you're doing at all times. taking note of what stores you visit, what time you usually come home, who you talk to. it becomes an urge he cant quite satisfy.
at first, he only watched out of boredom. yea sure, he needed you alive, so keeping note of your location was just another one of his duties. someone as naive and reckless as yourself was bound to get into trouble.
but gradually it gets worse.
"where are you off to now, kitten?" mumbling to himself, the man swipes across his phone screen, watching surveillance cameras with a bated breath as you walked home. your figure was a bit blurry, but that didnât stop sylus as he watched intently. it was nothing truly unusual. around this time, you'd be already cozied up in bed, but it seems like work made you stay overtime tonight. "idiots.." sylus's brow furrowed slightly at the thought of you overworking yourself.
before you, he didn't care much for romance. friendship, trivial things: he thought those were what made a person weak.
but now?
every little thing you do drives him mad. the way you carefully fold your clothes after finishing your laundry to make sure your room stays clean. how you always greet the cashier at the nearby convenience store with a smile, thanking them for bagging your items. how long you take a shower for, which coffee shop is your favorite, even down to the type of shampoo and conditioner you use daily: sylus had it all down to a science. he practically knew everything about you.
even then, a question still rang through his mind. why would you waste your time with all of these other men?
he knew about that strange doctor who's gaze lingered on yours a little too long for his liking. sylus felt his fist clench when he would watch you talk to that painter too, jaw clenching in annoyance when he would see you walk home or to work with that blonde boy.
he shook his head, trying to snap out of his own thoughts. this wasn't about them. right now, this was about you.
it was another evening with you winding down after a long day of work. a tired sigh leaves your lips, and sylusâs cock throbs watching you undress as you slowly slip off your shirt. was it normal to be staring at another man like this? watching from cameras could only do so much, so this time, the villain found himself on a roof adjacent to your window. thankfully, you were too stupid a majority of the time to close the blinds, so he had a nice view of your nightly routine.
...which was mostly boring to watch, if he's being honest. you walked around shirtless for a moment, putting away your work gear and leaving your shoes by the door. it was a whole lot of nothing for a good 15 minutes, leaving sylus to rethink his choices for the night.
sitting on the cold bricks of the adjacent roof, he couldn't help feeling just a tinge of shame. "how pathetic, watching afar like some sort of pervert. i should just go in there and.." he scoffed, eyes narrowing in what seemed to be.. annoyance? the leader of onychinus hated chasing his prey like some sort of weakling. he was better than this. he deserved to have you in his arms, no matter what you thought or said.
however, his words abruptly came to a stop when your fingers trailed to the hem of your pants.
dark red eyes stared deeply at your hands as they softly pushed at the fabric of your boxers. languid fingertips played with the fabric, yawning as your thumbs hooked against the waistband and began to pull. further and further, pulling ever so slightly to show off a bit of your happy trail, the base of your cock threatening to peek for unwanted visitors to gawk at. sylus could feel himself leaning closer, the distance between the roof and your window suffocating as more of your skin was exposed.
almost, that is, before an imaginary light bulb in your head went off and you quickly took your hands out of your pants. "shit, i forgot to pick up dinner on my way home. i should do that now before i go to bed," you thought to yourself, whisking away from the window and grabbing a plain shirt to throw on. reaching for your keys and wallet, you opened the door and left your apartment as usual, unbeknownst of the dangerous man watching your every step.
sylus's own hands were nearly trembling. the ache and tent in his pants didn't help either, feverishly getting up and following you as you made your way into linkon city. he didn't have to ask mephisto or the twins to follow you - thankfully, the rooftops gave sylus a clear view of the streets below, and he could spot you out from anywhere. the man didnt bother to speed up either, knowing which store you were going to (you were very predictable, after all).
he also knew that there's a convenient dark alleyway just before you would turn the corner to go to the establishment. unfortunately, this vital piece of information slipped your mind, leaving you completely unaware and unguarded as rough hands yanked you into the darkness.
"mmph-!" you tried to scream, the hand covering your mouth muffling your pleas. even though you worked out and were pretty fit because of your hunter lifestyle, your strength was nothing compared to the man hovering above you, wriggling to no avail.
"shh, kitten. you wouldn't want anyone to hear us, would you?" the older man mocked, relishing in the fear and befuddlement in your eyes. it took a second for you to process that the other man was none other than sylus himself, smirking as you squirmed in his grasp. red eyes bore into yours, filing you with fear that rose every second. why did he have you pinned in some dirty alleyway like a thief? surely it wasn't money he was after.
the leader moved his hand from his mouth to your neck, holding you in place as you gasped for air. "s-sylus? what are you doing here?!" crying out, your body couldn't struggle anymore, so you opted for your hands gripping his wrist and trying to pull it off of your neck. "what does it look like im doing?" he scoffed, leaning in close to your ear.
"im here to see you, of course."
brow furrowing, you looked at him in confusion as you took in your surroundings. "a dark, dingy alleyway?" you thought aloud, looking him up and down. sylus fixed his posture as he looked down at you, your size difference becoming more obvious by the second. "oh, did you want me to come and knock on your door instead? i apologize, sweetie. you should've told me you wanted the big bad leader of onychinus inside your little headquarters." his grin infuriated you as you rolled your eyes.
before you could think of a clever rebuttal, sylus wedged his knee in between your legs, parting them open as his thigh pressed against your crotch. "i-i dont.." you muttered, voice raising in pitch to pair with your nervousness as he kissed your neck. he didn't bother answering your silly questions, simply smiling before biting into your shoulder. you hissed in pain, trying to push him off even more than before.
"you don't what, love?" his voice isn't serious at all for the situation you're in. cold skilled hands fiddled with your zipper, freezing for just a moment before gripping onto your girth. the sensation made you cry out again, unable to hide your face from your attacker, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. sylus coo'ed at your feeble attempts to push him away, unbuttoning and pulling out his own cock to hold against yours.
looking down, the size comparison of his cock against yours made your face feel warm. ""aww, look at you sweetie. you're all bark but no bite." the older man laughed again, fingertip circling the head of your cock as he teased you. you loathed the way you shuddered at his snide remarks, the sound of the bustling city just feet away making you panic again.
you raised your voice, "sylus, this isn't funny anymore, seriously! cut it out!".
the wordless tension spoke volumes.
sylus didn't laugh or comment on your refusal. instead, his grip on your neck only grew tighter, choking you against the wall as his other hand started to make a fist around both of your cocks. "do you see me laughing?" his tone was firm as he squeezed harder on your throat. you couldn't say anything back, choking out a sob as he slowly began to jerk you both off together, a low moan slipping from his lips.
"ive wanted this for so long, kitten. so fucking long." muttering, he continued to grind his hips against yours, the unwanted pleasure making your head spin. "i've had enough watching from afar. i think its finally time i get what i want, right?" he kissed the tip of your ear, toying with the cartilage between his teeth.
unable to believe what was happening, you could only cry out more strings of "please", "stop", "no": all music to sylus's ears. "you don't really want me to stop, right? look at how much your cock is leaking onto mine.." he chuckled lowly again, grabbing the back of your neck to force your gaze downwards.
he wasn't wrong, either - dribbling precum and throbbing the entire session, your dick looked just as eager as sylus's, twitching with every flick of his wrist. it wasn't your fault that sylus was way more experienced compared to you. whining, you shook your head again, trying to close your eyes shut so you wouldn't remember any of this. the outside world was so dangerously close, and anyone could catch you two at any moment. how disgraceful it would be: a well known hunter being caught rubbing cocks with the renowned leader of onychinus. you frowned at the thought, whimpering as sylus went back to kissing your bruised neck.
"you could come with me, yknow. back to the n109 zone, i'd take such good care of you." sylus whispered as he felt himself inch closer to his own release, hand pumping furiously between you two. hot tears streamed down your cheeks, your brain awry with the overwhelming sensations of pleasure and pain. "you could have anything you wanted. you wouldn't have to work another day in your life." he groaned, balls tightening at the thought of his own perverse fantasy, imagining you kept in his bedroom all day just for him to use.
"d-don't, sylus please -" you hiccuped, forehead resting on sylus shoulder as he toyed with you. "im gonna cum," sobbing as you held onto his biceps, not wanting to sink any further against the dirty alleyway wall. with so much teasing and dirty whispers from the other, you couldn't think straight, practically panting in sylus's ear as his hands jerked you both off closer and closer.
growling, sylus slotted his lips against yours, a surprisingly gentle kiss before muttering under his breath. "be a good boy and cum for me then," using your fluids as lube, the squelch of his tight fist jerking off your cock made you spill. moaning loudly, your nails dug into his arm as thick ropes of semen poured out, mixing with his load that came seconds after.
silence filled the space between both of you as you tried to catch your breath. your eyelids felt heavy, leaning onto sylus for full support as he rubbed your back. you couldn't quite process what just happened, brain feeling much too fuzzy for any thinking right now.
perhaps it was a mix of exhaustion from your normal workday and your encounter that made you pass out on the older man's shoulder. nonetheless, he was not going to let this opportunity go to waste. pressing onto the comms headpiece in his ear, sylus spoke as quietly as he could not to disturb you.
"luke, kieran, bring one of the cars to my location. i have a little kitten coming home with me today."
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I ADORE YOUR WRITING!!
what about a reader whoâs unknowingly flirting with the twst wonderland cast (specifically savanclaw, octanaville and diasomnia) because of culture differences and species differences?
e.g petting their ears, giving them gifts, smiling with teeth (bc for moray eels thatâs how they mate đ)
OR fem reader who has her period and some of the twst students can smell it I LITERALLY HAD A NIGHTMARE ABOUT THIS đđđđ
OMLL I APPRECIATE ITTT!!! sorry for the wait!!! i chose some from each dorm bc of my character limit btw!!
azul ashengrotto
despite how much azul continues to do his best to learn about life on land⌠relationships are certainly difficult for him to understand sometimes considering how long he has spent his life in the sea and though there are many similarities between merpeople⌠there are still some differences. once azul is rather close to you he does become unintentionallyâ clingy with you. (when you two officially get together that's another story) but he has a habit of wanting to lean close to you or have a hand on you in some way, like on the small of your back when showing you something in the mostro lounge.
so needless to say, he is in love with any sort of touch from you he takes that as some sort of hope and sign that you reciprocate how he feels haha. jade and floyd tease him ALL the time about it especially when he was struggling to keep his cool-headed composure after you once gave him a hug after he did something to help you once.
like I've said azul really doesn't think about it or even try to be this way around you he just does aljdfajdkhf. heâll feel like a smitten fool as he sits in the vip lounge as he's doing papers and just think about how you playfully linked your arm around his to bring him somewhere. small things like that are actually quite big to him when it comes down to the differences.
jade leech
he's aware you probably don't know that you're unknowingly flirting with him, but he finds it amusing and plays along with you, nevertheless. he thinks it's cute that you don't know and all the more enticing, youâll find him chuckling, trying to hide his grin with his gloved hand âoh my, I didn't know you liked me that much fufuâ heâd say. you can't help but feel confused as to what he finds so interesting⌠like you literally just yawned.
it'll take him a while to actually tell you what it means since he finds the obliviousness to be quite cute. you only put two and two together when he tells floyd about what you did right in front of him and the two laugh about it. now you've got floyd teasing u about it..
like azul he is a little more affectionate just in a different more. in a less obvious fashion, though there definitely have been a few occasions where he likes to bring your hand to his lips and see your reaction, he finds it so amusing. he always has his teethy grin plastered on his face.
leona kingscholar
he hates the way he can always tell when you're wearing cologne or perfume and he hates that he likes it as well, he may or may not be a bit addicted to your scent. he literally can tell if you're near just because he knows the damn fragrance you use.
if you two are particuarly close... like him falling asleep around you and such. if you happen to pet his head and his ears, he immediately shoots you this look then mumbles something before being too tired to do anything about it or give you some retort. he just lets it happen... he does enjoy it anyway. slowly he kinda doesnt realize how clingy he can get with you because of it. he becomes a little needy and wanting more attention from you. he cant help it.... i mean you basically just showed him that you're fine with it anyways.
leona seems to be someone who can get pretty possessive, unintentionally too over you. kind of territorial, like if you're someone he has eyes for then he doesn't expect others to really get in the way of that.
malleus draonica
malleus is not only a fae but a pretty sheltered one too, Iâd think heâd take almost anything from you as a sign of you being completely infatuated with him as he is with you. you could offer split your ice cream or invite him out somewhere, show any sort of interest in him as he talks about gargoyles as heâs doing single club activities. the one time you asked curiously and wanted to touch his horns, heâd be searching for the loveliest jewel to bestow you for your wedding day.
speaking of jewels⌠he gifts to you a lot especially after you give him anything first (it could be a cool rock you found) and heâd be so smitten and glad to reciprocate that by giving you earrings, rings, necklaces etc. and when you accept them even though you're not exactly fully understanding why he takes it even more as a sign of you accepting his advances.
after taking any of your little acts of being somewhat kind to him and heâs already so deeply into you, lilia would certainly be someone who hears just all about it. i think he would only feel happy for malleus, as it appears he mustâve found the right one. he is just supportive of malleus and is simply overjoyed to know he has some little human that makes him so happy.
lilia vanrouge
he has lived long enough and in different places to understands human courting's and more so than someone like malleus. he knows how different it is, trust me he is fully aware, but he thinks it's amusing. lilia pretends to take it the wrong way and watch you get all confused, when he's just being playful.
just cant help that he finds it so adorable when you unknowingly show him affections as a fae would in his culture. even just being slightly affectionate with him is enough to have him giggling and warning you to be careful to what fae you do that to. they do tend to take very kindly towards any affections and gifts!
lilia will straight up tell you though too, you could gift him and give him something neat you found or made, and he'd look up at you with a stupid grin like "kfufu... i accept your love, dear" NO???. he still holds onto anything from you with the utmost joy.
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hiii how are you? I hope youâre doing alright<33 So can you do a Nene Kusanagi!reader x Ivan, Till, and Luka hcs like I can imagine reader going behind characters back whenever thereâs a stranger and someone they donât know? and reader being shy towards people except character đđđť
thatâs all and ty take care!! ^^
ŕ¨âĄŕ§ ⸠"A star that hides !!" - Ivan, Till and Luka x Shy!Reader
!! - Reader has the same personality as Kusanagi Nene, headcanons, Fluff, gn reader <3, tried to write Luka with more emotions like wiege(??, reader meet them as a child

ŕź*¡ËTill â¸
â I think it was hard for you two to talk at first since Till isnt the most talkative one and with you being shy...he'd probably spy on you until you notice him!
â Once you two are close and you hide behind his back? Oh my god, he is exploding in all different emotionsâ feeling proud, embarassed, happy...
â If you dont want to talk, then he doesnt either. But he'd still do it for youâ just dont expect a long conversation. Your Till isnt great with socializing either; he'd much rather the two of you avoiding people most of the time
â He finds solitary places for the two of you to stay and do whatever you preferâ even if, most of the time, you end up sleeping on his lap or playing a game your guardian gave you while he practices on his invisible guitar or composes a song
â Is quite amusing for him how youre not shy with him, so he encourages you to be like that on stage too! to try your best to win so you can stay on his back all you want
â At the end of the day, Till will try his best to keep you in a comfort zone. You two prefer to avoid Aliens and humans unless its necessary!

ŕź*¡ËIvanâ¸
â You wanna hide behind his back? Yeah, dont even ask, boy has been waiting for you to do it since agesâ Its a dream of his since the first time he saw you
â Ivan talked and followed you everywhere as kids, until you just accepted him in your life! You picked his interest, now he forces himself in your space
â type of relationship: "This is reader, reader loves their personal space. This is Ivan, Ivan ALSO loves reader personal space!"
â No worries, he's got your back during conversations with other people. But sometimes, he'll drag you into themâ partly to tease your shyness, partly because he wants you to overcome it. Being shy is a disadvantage on stage, and he doesnt like the idea of you losing
â Your personal translator for the Aliens when you dont feel like dealing with them. Just murmur to Ivan's ear that you dont feel comfortable talking and he will find a way out for you while handling the conversation
â Still, he doesnt like seeing you struggle with confidence since its a major risk for youâ so he'll probably push you to overcome it with small training sessions and plenty of praise. Ivan loves patting your head!

ŕź*¡ËLuka â¸
â You probably thought he hated you at firstâ the way he looked at you so directly as a child, with no emotion at all. Dont ask what kind of magic happened, but somehow, you made him laugh. And now, here you are, with a new friendâ if you can call it that...
â No matter how silent the situation is between you two, Luka as a child stated youre his "favorite clone" and that you will stay on his side <3
â Hide behind his back? He finds it weird, but wouldnt refuse you to do it. If you wanna stay there, just do it! He may call you out on it but because he is confused by the action
â Still, he would take you to places where you have to be a little more confident since you have to learn and stop being stupidâ you have to live even if it mean harsh words for you to get better at it
â Silent naps with you veeeeryyy far from the Aliensâ even if it rarely happens and its not that far tbh, he enjoys it with his heart, more if the one sleeping is him and youre playing a videogame or composing
â If he could, he'd keep you in a jarâ safe, always, and only for him! But since he cant, he does his best to keep you going, even if he's not sure how to praise or encourage you properly <3
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MC's kindergarden . . . âˇ
Yanderes as toddlers AU
GN!Reader as a teacher who doesnt get paid enough for this.
CW: just a bunch of weird kids wanting to marry their teacher, keep scrolling

Sunny Day Jack.
the golden child, the angel of the classroom, he is a little devil in disguise, getting his classmates into trouble so that his teacher thinks he is the best
he looks like a mini teacher, he teaches colors to his classmates and shares everything (except the teacher)
uses guilt to convince his teacher, but with that little face and red cheeks, who wouldn't fall for it?
a very intelligent child but he is selfish, he learned to steal cookies from the kitchen and has not told anyone
he gives part of his lunch to his teacher, he likes to eat and sit next to him, he is the child who gives bouquets of flowers picked from the playground (MC already scolded him so he should look for other places to get flowers)
MC doesn't usually scold him often since he manipulates and makes kicked puppy eyes to get his way, a mini bastard
John Doe.
probably autistic and socially anxious child, very attached to MC, they must always accompany him to go to the bathroom, he eats in the classroom during recess time while MC teacher accompanies him
this is the child you have to make sure doesn't go through the trash or eat the crayons
he is actually a very sweet boy, MC usually combs his hair before school so it doesn't bother him, for some reason Doe always has it tangled and dirty
he can't count to 10 with his hands, poor thing
cat-like affection, gives insects or interesting things he found on the playground to his teacher
when the children play house, he is the mascot
Alan Orion.
boy obsessed with outer space, his lunch box and clothes are full of planets and stars
wants to impress MC with his knowledge about space, he usually tells them facts about galaxies and constellations during classes
MC of course would notice certain marks on Alan's little body, he would feel protective of the child (llamen al dif)
he steals things from his classmates, he was already scolded several times by MC
animal lover, once brought a moth he found on the playground into the classroom and Doe ate it, he cried for thirty minutes while MC comforted him
when he plays with puppets he pretends that one puppet is him and the other is MC, usually his games are of them getting married and living in the forest
Peter Dunbar.
a very sociable child simply because he is indifferent to all other people other than MC, he enjoys causing mischief to his classmates who play with MC
MC has to make sure Peter doesn't bite his fingers or scratch his face, a habit he has while concentrating
Peter looks like a bald rat when it's very hot weather, which MC finds funny, but they still puts sunscreen on him so the boy doesn't get sun-burned
even though there are many things that Peter doesn't like, like swimming, fruits or singing, he would do it for MC, adding the biggest embarrassment of his life by doing group dance with his classmates but happy to see his favorite teacher smiling
he would bring sweet lunches to share with his teacher, lying by saying that it is too much and he can't eat it all by himself (Peter loves sweet lunches but he loves his teacher more)
probably draws him and MC on the board with lots of hearts around them, causing the other kids in the classroom to start crying because they want to be the only ones for MC
Ren.
a cutie with his teacher, a bastard with everyone else, he knows how to maintain that image very well to fool MC
he sneaks into the staff room to see you, very attentive, isn't he? sometimes he leaves small gifts on your table
fights with Peter every time he tries to get him in trouble with the teacher, he must maintain his good boy reputation for you to love him!
the last time a girl confessed to him, Ren pushed her into the mud of the playground and made her cry, unfortunately the girl told MC and Ren also cried, not because of the scolding but because he didn't want MC to think that he was bad
once he saw you outside of class time, you were at the supermarket and he panicked because he had fake tattoos that he put on (they came in the packaging of the gum he ate)
MC would come to think that Ren lives in a super religious way since he always draws angels. Ren doesn't draw angels, he draws an angel (you)
Mycheal.
another little manipulator but this one cries every time he tricks MC and gets hugs illicitly (little baby)
he is a very hardworking child in class when it is time to do manual work, he likes to make small paper flowers for his teacher
the baby gets very sad every time he is left out of school projects, he doesn't know why no one seems to like him. surprisingly, he managed to get along fairly well with John Doe until he noticed his interest in MC
usually wraps his tail around MC's leg whenever he feels nervous or sick, that has been an indicator for MC to lull the child
kid who is a cotton candy fan, Peter pushed him while they were playing on the playground and his candy fell to the ground (he cried for 40 minutes)
kitten boy starts purring when MC praises his work
Keith and Tenebris.
as for them, I decided that they were twins in this AU (tenebris still has his blue skin and strange smile), they don't seem to get along very well and have a marked rivalry because they both want MC for themselves
Keith usually hates being in the classroom because his classmates are very noisy, MC has tried to help him with the overstimulation so that it is not an uncomfortable experience, since then Keith loves going to kindergarten
Tenebris does not get along with most of his classmates (if not all), he came close to befriending John Doe and Mycheal because they know what it's like to be treated differently because of how they look, but Doe scared him off by showing him a pair of beetles he found on the playground and MychealâŚwell, just by being a liar
Keith is a very dedicated child, he likes to take care of the flowers in the playground with the help of MC, his teacher usually reads books about facts about flowers and apparently Keith is one of the few who pays attention (he cries every time that Jack plucks flowers from the garden to give them to MC)
Tenebris uses a toy guitar from the classroom to serenade his favorite teacher, that always kills MC with cuteness (Tenebris gets angry because it's not a real guitar)
when there are school trips, Keith always takes his teacher's hand and tries to pull them to see everything he finds interesting with them, whether it's a flower or a heart-shaped cloud
Tenebris always takes advantage when playing with swords with his classmates to satisfy his violent need to hurt everyone who likes MC, the game ends up turning into a real battle and Tenebris is scolded
Solivan Brugmansia.
at first glance, MC thought that the boy was always upset and didn't like him being around, but Sol just doesn't know what to do like when he's around his favorite teacher
the quiet child in the classroom, prefers to do his work alone, always takes the opportunity to draw MC with chalk on the playground
the boy is obviously obsessed (and not in a fun way) with his teacher, his parents came to the classroom angry because Sol had his sketchbooks full of sketches of you
you are the only person he allows to hold his stuffed animal, he leaves it with you whenever he goes to the bathroom and asks you to play with it, you don't think it's strange that Sol has a stuffed horse, children have strange toys all the time
Sol is clearly a target for bullying, you know it, you see it, so you have to constantly check that he is not hurt (Peter put gum in his hair once and he cried a lot)
SURPRISINGLY, he is one of the few children who has REAL friends, he has Hyugo, a classmate from another class, Hyugo knows about his crush on MC and is not very secretive, Sol has to cover his mouth or push him to the sandbox to make him shut up
Damon.
puppy love, usually chases other children on all fours and licks snot from his own nose
barks every time someone gets too close to MC but in the end the scolding is always worth it since MC teacher strokes his head when he doesn't promise it won't happen again (it will happen again)
he will believe anything you tell him, he is quite gullible with the things that MC says, if his teacher tells him that he can't dig holes in the playground because giant insects will come out of there that will eat everyone, Damon believes it
sweet tooth, loves chocolate, MC has to be careful with what his students eat, Damon often hides chocolate bars in his pockets and that always ends in MC confiscating the chocolates
Damon has a friend in another class who he calls DG, he is his best friend and again Damon is one of the few kids with real friends in your class, DG knows that Damon likes you but unlike Hyugo he is more secretive
when there are school dances, Damon gives his all, always trying hard, not only because he loves to dance but he also loves when his favorite teacher applauds and praises him
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What if like Vi and the others (I canât spell their names) like tried to or kidnapped the reader to get Jinx to surrender! This is like during season 2 btw! I would prefer female reader but gender neutral is fine! Have a lovely day/night!
Sure! Have a lovely day as well!
Kidnapped

if you got kidnapped by anyone, itâs a given Jinx would go fucking crazy
I feel at first there was something knawing at her in the back of her head saying stuff like
âShe left you. Itâs your fault she left you. Sheâs thinks sheâs to good for you.â
Even if she is really, really secure in your relationship thereâs always something in her head saying that
She initially acted out as she had no fucking clue where you were and had no idea what happened to you so her mind is running wild
She is going fucking crazy looking for you bro, and Iâm talking scouring the lanes, and sheâs contemplating going topside as well
She either doesnt find out they have you until the Jinx vs Vi and Caitlyn be Sevika fight where they probably reveal they have you
Hey probably were trying to get her to surrender for your safety
Jinx was contemplating it, but she knew she would find a way to get you both out of there safely, and alive
But the other alternative where she finds out they have you, is probably when they started filling the lanes with The Grey and sheâs in the hideout from when yâall were kids
She was in the rafters, and she saw that red headed girl she didnât know the name of, with her hands on you and dragging you around like you werenât the most precious thing in her life
Vi knows how important you are to Jinx
You either were with them when everything went down in episode three, and knew Vi since childhood
Or you met her during act 2 and she saw visually how much you meant to jinx and how much she relied and clung to you in her absence
Either way, she knows just who you are, and your importance to her sister
If youâre childhood friends, Vi would feel guilty but she had to do it
When Jinx gets her hands on Vi during their fight in the first scenario, she is going harder and she is more pissed
She doesnât wanna kill her sister, she just wants her to feel the pain Vi purposely made her feel by taking you away
If she found out by scenario 2, she probably found some way to come out of hiding and get you out of there and probably fuck them up or just sneak you out of there with her and Sevikas arms
But when she does have you back, she is CLINGING to you and unwilling to let you go
She does not let you out of her sight because she is so scared that you will be taken away
Sheâs always been scared of being abandoned, now sheâs worrying about you being forcibly taken away
Sheâs afraid youâll be taken some place where she cannot find you and cannot save you
It takes a long time for her to calm down and let you go places alone again
Her relationship with Vi was already rocky, but this solidified how far gone their relationship was and how unfixable it is
If Vi was willing to take away the one person who makes her happy and keeps her grounded, what was the point of reconnecting? What was the point of reconciliation?
It also motivates her to take out Caitlyn. She wants Vi to feel the pain that she caused her
#arcane x reader#arcane#jinx arcane#arcane jinx#jinx x reader#vi arcane#arcane jinx x reader#arcane reader#arcane imagines#arcane headcanon
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