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MC: Merry Xmas, Mammon! What do you want for your present this year?

Mammon, panicking internally: Not MC. Not MC. Not MC. Say grimm or something. Right, right. Grimm. Not MC. I totally don't care about-

Mammon, outwardly: You.

[oirawoiram]

illicit affairs (feat. kim chaewon)

prologue (kim chaewon x idol!femreader)

summary: meeting the right person but at the wrong time. love vs career, which will prevail? bitter exes to lovers pipeline.

a/n: hiya, i'm maru. this is my first time writing. grammar and spelling mistakes are mine. lowercase intended. please don't repost. likes/reblogs appreciated :)

warnings: none, but will have swearing on later chapters. angst later on, may have suggestive scenes but nothing explicit.

falling in love was never part of the plan. not once was it written in your carefully constructed agenda as an idol trainee. the dilemma started when your stupid heart started to stutter at the thought of her. the one who made your days bearable, even when things get tough. 

she was the sunshine to your rain, the one who could turn your frown upside down. feelings may be normal, but as an idol trainee, it might as well mean the end of your career, feelings were never meant to be part of the equation. 

but why is the stupid organ in your chest acting up? small smiles makes your stomach lurch, chest aflutter. you really shouldn't be feeling this way.

especially not for your best friend, kim chaewon.

you really should have seen this coming, considering that she's everything someone could ever want. chaewon was one of those people who just had that exuberant and magnetic glow that has never failed to pull people in.

it certainly didn't help that she was just so damn charming, all smiles and giggles. she's always been popular, full of charisma, like she was born to be an idol, one of the many things that drew you in when you first met her. even as a trainee, she turned people's head. she was the perfect trainee, talented, humble and most of all drop dead gorgeous. how you managed to befriend her will always be a mystery.

meeting her was like living through one of those coming of age movies, the two of you first meeting through an unfortunate event. more specifically, getting stuck in an elevator on your first day as a trainee. if you weren't nervous enough, this definitely made you panic, not only were you going to be late for your first day. you had no idea how to navigate through this whole ordeal.

in your state of panic, you completely forgot that there was someone else with you, until the girl curses and exhales in annoyance. 

you turn your eyes to the other girl, making eye contact and giving her a wry smile, which she returns.

she was pretty, and you didn't like the way felt a small flutter in your stomach, just from receiving that smile. the girl had long black hair, chocolate brown eyes, her form petite and outfit immaculate. if you hadn't known better, it would have been love at first sight.

'first time?' she says.

you look at her confused. 'excuse me?'

she laughs, head thrown back, while you're staring at her, utterly dumbfounded. 

'did i end up getting stuck with a weirdo?' you thought silently.

the girl calms down and speaks.

'is this your first time getting stuck on the elevator? it happens a lot." she explains.

you nod your head in acknowledgment. 

'i see, then i'm guessing this isn't your first time getting stuck?' you ask.

she smiles, eyes turning into small crescent moons. 

'yep, it's become part of my routine at this point. it's annoying most times, but it's not so bad because i have company today.' she says, and you're not sure why that had such an effect on you but you were silently cursing your beating heart. 

'now is not the time to be acting up.' you thought internally.

before you even had the chance to reply, the girl speaks again, this time introducing herself.

'i'm chaewon, kim chaewon, i'm a trainee here, it's my first time seeing you around.' she says with that everlasting smile.

you introduce yourself, extending your arm to shake her hand.

'i'm (name), nice to meet you chaewon, kim chaewon. i'm also a trainee here, it's supposed to be my first day today.' 

chaewon furrowed her eyebrows, amused. 

'any reason for saying my name twice?' she asks.

'not my fault you introduced yourself that way.' you retorted.

you hadn't thought it was possible but her smile widens and she shakes her head whilst giggling. 

'you know what (name), i think this is the beginning of a great friendship.' 

you should have known that from this point on, you were screwed. you had no chance again that damned smile which brought you to your current dilemma.

you were utterly and absolutely enamoured with your best friend.

[shamelessfandomcollector]

Spencer Reid

Personal favourites are bold

Imagines:

Linger

It’s Not What It Looks Like

Paramour & Prose

Strand By Strand

Ten Ways To Say ‘I Love You’

by dearspencerreid

Never Enough Cookies

The Perfect Gift (high school AU)

by dontshootmespence

Happy New Year

by maruwrites

Sensibilities

Experience

Cold

No

Dangerous Woman

by theunholygrails

We Exist Now, Together

In the Library

The Art of Romantic Tropes

Office Hours + What I Go to School For

It’s My Destiny to Be Yours

by reidlings

Meeting the Team

by silentwaters4

I Didn’t Say That

by bookofreid

Dance Partner

by thelovelylittlestorythatcould

Cute-cumber

by captainreid

Dream a Little Dream

by criminal-minds-fanfiction

Please Don’t Tell Anyone

Coffee?

Famous - Part 1 - Part 2

by fandom-what-ifs

Are You Blushing?

Treat You Better

Second Opinion

Up To Something

Locked In

Geeky Dudeoir

The Sweet Heist

Are You Sure About That?

by give-me-a-moose

Five Times Spencer Reid Got Relationship Advice, and the One Time He Didn’t Need It

What, Did You Join a Boy Band?

Caught

by a-bau-tiful-mind

Oh, Spencer Took That One...

by wonderboygenius

Accidental Confession

Older Reid/Younger Reader

Put Your Needs First 

by hisirishsoufflegirl

Unexpected Cheer

Speed Reader

by mentallydatingspencerreid

Headcanons:

the first time you call him ‘baby’

by dearspencerreid

reader is a youtuber 

by daryldamnson

[hotchnerfuckmeup]

A Special Celebration Shout Out!

I’ve had this account for a little over maybe five months.  I’m not exactly sure just how long I’ve been writing for the Criminal Minds fandom, but really, in hindsight, it hasn’t been that long at all.  To think that I’ve had this blog for such a short amount of time and then reach the number of followers that I have (1,600 and counting!) is unreal!  So today I want to say a thank you to all of my wonderful followers and in true Tumblr fashion, I want to give a huge shout out to those blogs that I follow that either inspired me to write or that encouraged me to keep going.  These are the blogs that I followed because I love everything they have to offer and they are purely talented and dedicated to writing.  They don’t seem to write just because they think they have to, but because they want to, and I admire them all for that very reason.  I highly recommend you follow every single blog listed below.  They are more than worth it.

Thanks again to everyone!

@holagubler @bookofreid @madamredwrites @criminal-minds-fanfiction @crimindsaspe @imagicana @remember-me-forever-silent-angel @dontshootmespence @maruwrites @zugzwangxo @reidsexualwriting @huh-imagine-that @reiding-and-writing @criminally-yours @reidoneshots @reidbyers  

These were not written in any specific order, but they are the ones that are just truly talented and inspire me every day to keep posting.  I might never compare to some of you, but I’m so glad that you all exist nonetheless.

And a special shoutout to @milkandcookies528 and @stunudo for being awesome supporters and amazing writers as well.  Some of us would probably quit if it weren’t for you.  Thank you for existing as well you two!

Love you all.

xx Ashley

[maru-to]

Balang araw.

 18 na ako,  college student, at masasabi ko na kahit kalian wala pa ako naging seryosong relasyon. At ako ay nasa mundo kung saan halos lahat ng kaibigan ko taken na at yung iba nakailang ex boyfriend na. Sure, I’ve met some guys, pero hindi pang seryoso. I’ve never had that  slow-mo moment na katulad sa romantic films. Sa ganitong estado ko, I’ve felt a lot of pressure to find love.  Being in this age at single parin ako, masasabi ko na I am far behind my peers. Hindi ako bitter, as a matter of fact, natutuwa ako sa tuwing masaya mga kaibigan ko sa lovelife nila pero minsan naiisip ko kailan kaya darating ang oras ko? Normal naman siguro yun, diba?

Marami nagsasabi a choosy daw kasi ako kaya ganito pero paano ba naman ako hindi magiging selective kung nakakakita ako ng failed at shitty relationships. I admit, takot ako pero sabi nila ay ‘to love is to take risks” pero sa tingin ko hindi pa siguro ako ganun ka handa mag take ng risk kung ang nakasalalay ay kinabukasan ko. Corny man isipin pero sa tingin ko sa ganitong edad mas dapat na pinaprioritize ang pag-aaral sa hirap ng buhay ngayon, hindi sapat ang magsunog ng kilay.

Yung mga naging “almost relationship” na napagdaanan ko na kahit kalian di na umabot sa seryosohan. Masyadong komplikado kaya’t hinyaan ko nalang. Ginawa ko naman pero di parin sapat. At minsan naiisip ko parang nawawalan ng gana ang tadhana. Maskit na puro almost, hanggang simula, puro potensyal na relasyon na may kapasidad na mabuo o hindi umabot hanggang dulo. Kaya ngayon tumigil muna ako at bibigyan ko muna ng panahon ang sarili ko at aayusin ko muna ang mga bitak sa pagkatao ko.

Hindi ko alam kung kalian kung hanggang kalian ko aayusin ang mga sira sa sistema ko pero sana pag naayos ko na ang buong pagkatao ko, hindi pa ako huli. Sana. Hindi naman siguro masama na umasa na balang araw darating din ang oras ko sa tamang lugar at sa tamang tao. Maaring hindi ngayon pero darating yun, darating yun.

[mayonnaise-is-a-drink]

Asmo: Behold, I am Asmodeus, Avatar of Lust. Worship me, mortals! I bear the titles of the Jewel of the Heavens, the–

MC: –Light of my life, apple of my eye. You are Spring's first blossom, of Summer's passionate heat, grace of Fall's parting, sweet as a cozy Winter's treat. With your permisson–

Asmo: O-oh my–

MC, wooing: –Let me worship you, in bed.

Asmo, is wooed: Oh my! Yes!!

[mayonnaise-is-a-drink]

My World

MC: I bet I can fit the whole world in my hands.

Lucifer: MC, that’s physically impossible.

MC:  *cups Lucifer’s face* Are you sure?

Lucifer: *blushing* Stop it, I have a reputation.

[mayonnaise-is-a-drink]

Luke: Y-you demons! I hate you with every inch of my being!

Little D. No. 2: That's not a lot of inches.

Luke:

Luke, about to cry:

MC: Run.

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Lucifer, about to regret his life choices: –And that marks the end of today's council meeting. Any questions?

Satan, raising his hand: Yes, why does MC call you babygirl?

Babygirl: I am not longer taking any questions.

[mayonnaise-is-a-drink]

Grocery run in town, with Purgatory Hall members.

MC: Alright guys, we’ll meet back here in an hour. Synchronise your watches.

Simeon: How do I do that?

Luke: But I don’t wear a watch.

Solomon: Time is but a social construct~⭐

MC: 

[mayonnaise-is-a-drink]

Beel: Mmm borger.

Also Beelzebub: What the fuck did you just fucking say about my family, you little bitch? I'll have you know that-

[mayonnaise-is-a-drink]

White Day Special: Love Languages!! Part 2! <3

Diavolo

Love Language: Physical Touch

It was something you noticed over time.

A hearty clap on your back, a gentle hand over your shoulders, a lingering warmth on your heated cheeks.

Skinship was something he liked.

And before long, with your reciprocation, it developed into something more.

You will never forget his startled gasp when you first reached out and took his hand into your own.

For a demon of his size (and rank), he certainly was love-shy. How cute.

His trembling hands caressed the sides of your face (so cute!!).

“Y/N, may I?”

Instead of gracing him with a reply, you tiptoed forward and gave him a little peck on the lips. That shall be your reply to your cute, blushing prince.

“–! I’ll take that as a yes then.”

Barbatos

Love Language(s): Acts of Service (but uno reverse x2) and Quality Time

This talented demon liked to spend his time pampering helping others, and in particular, you.

He seemed to be anywhere and everywhere, just a step away or even ahead, when help was required.

And when he wasn’t at his lord’s side, he could be found by yours.

There was certainly nothing impossible for him.

He had assured you multiple times that it was of his own volition. That your happiness is his reward.

While you don’t necessarily dislike this service, you wanted to do something for your lover too. That’s right! Your lover!!

Suddenly motivated, you decided to have a go at cooking for him. He did make a passing remark about his interest in your hometown’s cuisine.

Probably because he wanted to make it for you, but anyway-

He came after receiving your dinner invitation, earlier than the arranged timing, just as you had expected. 

Noticing his curiosity towards the bubbling pots on the stove, you happily list out all the dishes you have prepared. Prepared especially for him, you emphasised.

“Why, that’s— Let me help you plate them, at least.”

You shot down his idea immediately. That he, the guest-of-honour, should just sit pretty. He doesn’t complain, but seems... almost embarrassed. 

"Alright, but... Let’s make it together next time, shall we?"

That small, fond smile adorning his face was your reward. You finally understood why he liked seeing your smile so much now.

[mayonnaise-is-a-drink]

In Levi’s bedroom, on game night.

Levi: I love you.

MC: I love you too.

Levi, blushing: I-I don't want you to ever leave my side.

MC: And I don't want to either.

Levi: So... STOP RUNNING AWAY AND HAND OVER THE BOSS LOOT, DARLING!!

MC: NO CAN DO, MY LOVE.

[mayonnaise-is-a-drink]

MC: Would you still love me if I was a worm?

Belphie: What a stupid question.

Belphie: Of course I will.

[mayonnaise-is-a-drink]

White Day Special: Love Languages!! <3

Lucifer

Love Language: Acts of Service

Frankly, this poor demon is overworked, wrung dry by both demands of the kingdom and his younger brothers (more of the latter, honestly).

And he appreciates any actions (successful or otherwise) to alleviate his stress.

An action that could be as simple as a cuppa of Black Coffee of Melancholy in the morning, brewed by your very own hands.

You knock on the door to his study, and it swings opens to reveal a very haggard looking demon –too haggard in fact, when the morning bell has yet to sound.

He perks up at the sight of you, before his curious gaze settles on the tray in your hands.

You hand him the cup of freshly brew coffee that he accepts gratefully, and you set down the flask of thermos on his table, to get him through the day, you insist.

“Thank you, Y/N. I will savour every drop of your love.”

Mammon

Love Language(s): Words of Affirmation and Quality Time

You may expect the Avatar of Greed’s love language to be receiving gifts, but this demon would very much prefer to hog your time and attention.

You aren’t sure when exactly it has become the norm, but you are very much used to the sight of the second-born lounging on your bed.

You certainly aren’t against it.

He talks about a lot of things; sometimes it was about school, sometimes it was (complaints) about Lucifer, sometimes about his modelling work, his latest schemes, and sometimes... when he receives some not-so-nice remarks from the others.

And when he doesn’t, you hold him gently until he feels like himself again.

He talks and you listen quietly –offering kind words at times or to reprove his actions at other times– and the hours go by.

“Y/N, y’know, thank you. Thank you for being here for me.”

After all, what better gift in the Three Realms but you?

Leviathan

Love Language(s): Quality Time and Receiving Gifts

His introversion didn’t allow him to make friends easily.

He wasn’t lonely! At all!

His brothers don’t understand his hobbies. But that’s okie! He doesn’t understand their normie hobbies too.

He was used to it –that is, until you fell into Devildom.

Maybe it was your genuine interest in getting to know him –keeping up with his oshis and latest hyperfixations or even surprising him with trinkets you brought with him in mind– that broke him out of his shell, one step at a time.

It seems that ever since you arrived, he has been smiling more often than before. 

ALL ACCORDING TO KEIKAKU (TL: Keikaku means plan).

After all, he has you now. And you will make him happy. 

"Y/N! I got you this limited-edition Matcha.Ver Azuki-tan that you were looking at Akuzon last week. Consider it a return gift for the Sucre Frenzy tickets, kthxbye!”

One step at a time.

Satan

Love Language(s): Receiving Gifts and Acts of Service

You are not sure when it started, but it has become a habit for you to stop at any bookstore you come across. 

Perhaps you are in love with books, or in love with someone who loves these books. Maybe both.

And today, you walked out of the bookstore with four new books in haul. 

You hope he will like them.

You find him in the library, sorting the uncategorised pile of books into their new shelves, and you join him in his endeavour.

A comfortable silence falls between you two, and he breaks it softly, almost embarrassed, “Say, Y/N, in our future home together, I’d like a library like this too, maybe bigger.”

Your joyful smile says all that he hopes to hear.

Asmodeus

Love Language: Words of Affirmation

Being the Avatar of Lust and the most beautiful gift to the world (source: Y/N), he certainly is used to hearing flattery and compliments on his appearance.

So, what was so different about the praises coming out of your mouth?

Was it because of your cute and clumsy attempts to woo him?

Or was it because of the furious red blush adorning your face when he returns your courting?

Maybe he just loves everything about you.

He definitely wouldn’t mind if you translate your love from passionate words into fervent actions.

“Y/N, darling, I need help picking out tonight’s lipstick. Do you think this shade of red-rose or cherry-candy matte would look better on your skin?”

...Screw the dinner plans, you two aren’t taking a single step out of his room tonight.

Beelzebub

Love Language: Receiving Gifts

It’s no exaggeration to say that he is the biggest eater you know, and you are more than happy to indulge him.

You may not be the best cook or a very experienced one, but you know how to follow recipes! 

That has to count for something, right?

And practice makes perfect –is what you would have like to say.

But he eats and praises all the food you have made, no matter how burned or under/over seasoned it may be.

In his eyes, you (and your cooking) are already perfect. 

“S’good. As long as it’s from you, Y/N, it’s tasty.”

You love this demon but damn it, you want to improve your cooking for him too!!

Belphegor

Love Language(s): Physical Touch and Quality Time

He loves naptime.

He loves you and your warmth.

What better than both combined?

You wake up, startled, with no sense of time.

Your throat feels parched, your mind numbed. Your muscles ache as you move your body. What time was it? How long were you asleep? What-

He stirs beside you, blinking owlishly.

“Y/N? Why are you awake? It’s still... night-time. Ah, don’t panic, you will only hurt yourself again.”

Your mind goes blank, teetering between consciousness.

“Let’s go back to sleep together.”

The room was cold, but him and the bedding was warm and comfortable. So very comfortable.

“Now.”

You won’t leave him now, would you?

[mayonnaise-is-a-drink]

Things that did not happen in Book 4

Jamil, menacingly: I will take you out.

Azul: Deal. It’s a date.

Jamil: I meant it. As. A. Threat.

Azul, already dashing off to make preparations: Lovely, I’ll see you at seven!

Jamil: ???