#what on earth was it that turned the casual fixation into THIS

[zocchini37]

I'll take one look at this idiot and get so excited that I have an anxiety attack

[justakiro]

WHO THE HELL IS DAVE?

୨୧ — ꒰TWISTED WONDERLAND X READER

୨୧ — ꒰in which the boys who have fell head over heals for you, but you mention another name when having a romantic moment with them. Leading to many misunderstandings

Ft. Ace, malleus, idia

A/N: I most likely was on steroids the whole time I wrote this. Anyways reblogs and likes are appreciated.

THE TWO OF YOU - had just finished classes and planned to bond with each other, for you and him did not have any other plans. Unbeknownst to you, he had already planned this out. He planned to get closer to you using the time and utilize it as an opportunity to ask you out.

Ace

You and ace were chilling inside your dorm, chatting casually and exchanging light jokes with each other. He fidgeted with his hands, patiently waiting just for the right moment to take the hit and ask you out right on the spot.

"You have something in your mind?" you questioned him, the look on his face gave away everything. It was now or never!

"Yeah actually-.. Do..you mind if we could hang out after school? Maybe play some arcade" Ace took a glance at you while he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, seeing how you nod your head, he suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline through his veins

"I'd love to Dave"

Well damn.

-Word's couldn't express how his excitement went from 0-100

He thought you were just playing with him till he heard you apologize, saying Dave was a friend you used to hang out with alot.

He brushed it off of course, acting cool and smug at the outside. But in the inside he was basically dying

He didn't want to accept it, but he was beginning to think this Dave person was someone very close to you. So close it made him shudder for it was so unbearable.

You two still went out together after of course.. But the look on his face made it seem like the light had sucked out every single soul in him.

Asked cater to find this Dave person even though there was probably a million of them.

It wasn't long though before his jealousy turned into determination.

Oh so what, this Dave was close to you? Pfft, that was all in the past. HE was gonna be the closest to you now, not him.

Idia

You and idia always hang out with each other after classes but today was different! Since idia himself invited you to his dorm to play games, give each other tips and tricks on the games you both shared a common interest in.

But little did you know this was the final step into finally asking you out! (staying in his dorm more)

See idia wasn't an oblivious person when he started to develop feelings for you.. He was just thinking about how you deserved someone better. But to be honest if he DID see you with someone else he'd immediately feel jealous.

So it was now or never!! He mentally prepared himself for 3 weeks for this moment! Also Ortho was hiding somewhere with a earmic to help Idia steal your heart!

Both of you were just in his room playing games like usual, Your eyes were fixated on the screen though, the only sounds being the keyboard tapping and how focused you are in defeating this boss once and for all.

And when Idia caught a glimpse of the word's 'You Died' pop up, he knew it was go time. Ortho rooted for him... And probably was the only one rooting.

With a final deep breath he tapped your shoulder with his finger that was shaking immensely "I-Uhm, (Name)... Since you're still you know getting wrecked by this boss... W-Wana h-hang out more in my dorm?...." Idia just continued to shrink more and more as he continued to talk, don't blame him though this was his very first time asking anybody out.

With a joyful smile you nodded your head at him "Mm! Sure Dave" you immediately covered your mouth accidentally saying the name of your friend back at earth.

You swear you saw Idias soul start descending to hell with his face flushing in embarrassment while you tried to comfort and apologize to him that it was a mistake.

-Idia you sad sad man...

His mannerisms show how he wanted to dig himself a hole and never return on the surface ever again

3 weeks of mentally preparing himself and he got called another person...

When you left his dorm thinking he needed some time, Idia immediately wailed on the floor using his hoodie to cover himself further

Ortho emerged and comforted him, already trying to track down who this Dave person was.

A tiger is strong but not as strong as Idias mood swings. At first he was depressed over the fact that his crush called him someone else but then got frustrated.

Does this mean Dave frequently plays games with you? Bring him to the ring and Idia will show them how much of a pro gamer he is

He programs a virtual person of Dave inside a game and just spam kills them over and over again to make his frustration subside.

Happy ending though since both of you still played games and you finally defeated the boss.

Malleus

Malleus had always been a gentleman to you the moment his eyes spotted you at the ramshakle, he often showed a softer and sweeter side towards you and nothing like what people imagine him as a cold and mercy less dragon.

He didn't try hiding his feelings either;holding hands, playing with your hair, gifting you things he thought would suit you, all of that kinds of things.

So expect that one day he would abruptly climb your window and ask you if you'd like to be his partner.

Now listen, imagine at 2 in the morning you wake up to the presence of green eyes staring at your soul politely saying to be his partner.

So you took the most reasonable answers, you were either high or still dreaming.

"O-Okay Dave" you accidentally spurted out the name of your closet friend back in your childhood.

Malleus was full on ready to get on one knee until you suddenly said 'Okay Dave?'

Who is this person named Dave? A friend? A significant other? Friends with benefits? Whatever it is Malleus felt something awful inside his stomach

Went to Lilia to ask him for dating advice and told him to 'climb up a window and propose your love to them right away' !

Is this Dave person trying to steal you from him? He doesn't like sharing you know.

You swore a bright flash of thunder strook and hitted a tree nearby making you almost jump outta bed.

You calmed the pissed dragon off though saying it was a mistake, coming up with an excuse that Dave was a made up.

This made Malleus slightly calm down and not strike everything down on his way.

You saved a life of a unfortunate Dave...

But Malleus still got on one knee and proposed to you, but you said you still weren't in the age of marriage yet making Malleus understand your reasoning, he'll just wait patiently for the right moment again.

[arillustrated]

hi my name is august and for the past week or so i have become so consumed by thoughts of avatar the last airbender that it is actually ruining my life and relationships.

yeah so unfortunately i can only be completely insane about this so i have to stop before it consumes me or at least manage the fixation i have for this early 20s zutara au

+ mai bc its really a shame that they didn't resolve her story outside of her relationship to zuko. so i think she starts fight club. which gradually turns into a gladiatorial ring

edit: im typing up everything that i wrote in the drawing bc it just occured to me that not only is my handwriting a mess, but it's also cursive

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katara: How do you live in this hot ass country.

zuko: What about that literal glacier you live on, hm? Do you see me complaining?

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Zuko: my plan right now is to soft launch democracy for the Fire Nation. like, i don't think we can do that now because we're so weak, but 10-20 years down the line?

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Zuko: Honestly, my plan right now is to rule for a couple generations and fix everything that my father and my grandfather did , and then establish a democracy.

Katara: why not a democracy now?

Zuko: because the people of the Fire Nation don't know the truth about their own history. they've been fed propaganda for a hundred years. they need to be able to make informed decisions before i can do that.

Katara: and after that?

Zuko: after that im fucking off to the earth kingdom to take over my uncle's tea house and you will literally never hear from me again

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from left to right "katara" "need to redo the face" "this is chief katara to me. this is her at around 19/20 to me" "Anime katara. this anime shit is easy" "fire nation katara. putting her at about 14 y/o" "this is a screencap redraw"

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me: hello greenpeace

katara: after my mother died i had a lot of unchecked rage for the world, so my dad signed me up for tai chi classes to, like, calm me down but i ended up still angry but also really good at tai chi

katara: i feel like im doing well all things considered

me: katara is so special to me. she is a fully realized creation to me. so casual. so passionate about the world. one thing about her is that she is an activist. she has a strong sense of justice. fuck. the train jumped lol

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mai: zuko, im starting a gladitorial ring and i don't know the legality of it so if you could just change the laws as i go that'd be great

zuko: yeah sure that sounds great

zuko, but smaller: wait what.

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mai: REF, ARE YOU BLIND?! WHAT KIND OF CALL IS THAT!

background guy: woah holy shit

captioned: "Mai starts a gladiatorial fight club

[neo-percs]

FACE FUCKING:: ( day 2 )

WARNING:: Face fucking, hair pulling, marking, man handling, smoking (weed), oral fixation.

SUMMARY:: in which you and your smart ass mouth gets you nothing but put in your place.

WORDCOUNT:: 3K

You always run your mouth in the worst moments in time, and if it hadn't been for your loud mouth ex you wouldn't have found yourself like this. It was already past midnight but if it hadn't been for the fact that you had run into him at one of Haechan's parties while you were stumbling out of the packed kitchen while your lungs craved air that hadn't smelled like alcohol, sex, and weed, you wouldn't have been here at all.

You almost cursed at yourself when you had sat down just a few steps on the front porch above a familiar burly figure. When you had perched yourself there you saw the figure turn to you and the burnt orange hue on his skin from the lights had made your heart clench in your chest. Having seen him for the first time in 6 months after your relationship completely blew up in your face, you both exchange casual conversation as if you hadn't last seen each other at your worst.

His eyes sharp and low, glazed over and red as if he had been drinking hard liquor all night. You weren't surprised, you had seen his friends passing around a bottle on the couch deep in the living room corner all on the couch surrounded by many burnt out blunts and cigarettes flicked into vodka bottles and beer cans with barely enough to fill a shot glass. You hadn't caught a glimpse of him until now as you ran with your own crowd around the party talking to who've you grown to know in your towns party environment.

After an exchange of words he could see how tense your shoulders had been as they wrapped around your cold legs, the wind had yet to relent on your bare skin no thanks to your mini skirt. He had eyed your figure once over he meets your gaze. The words "you wanna match?" roll off his tongue like it's nothing. "I can't, my boyfriend and my friends are inside probably looking for me" you answered just as nonchalant as he came off. Only to get a scoff out of his mouth.

"What's a little smoke session here gonna hurt them" he says, but you could only shake your head, just as you stand up finally taking in a deep breath of fresh air around you, you hear the front door open behind you, the bright flickering lights and loud hollering voices spills out past it. Your met with the sight of Yuta, stand with concerned eyes and furrowed brows. "I thought you left without telling me" he walked closer, paying no mind to whoever sat as a bystander on the steps.

You only hum in denial and shake your head "I wouldn't leave without saying bye" you teased only receiving a small grin out of him. The irking voice behind you had reeled you back to earth "she's cool, I was with her. We were gonna match" the voice spoke, you could only let your eyes fall shut as you hoped you would get off scot-free without your ex insisting you stay. "Really, I said I'm good. I just needed fresh air I don't really wanna smoke right now" you turn to him almost rolling your eyes as you see the glimmer of mischief in his eyes as he looks at Yuta with nothing but a low grin.

"She's good" Yuta spoke low yet firmly, you could feel your stomach churn in a way you didn't like, the both of them holding narrow gazes at each other almost agitated by the presence of the other. "Let's just go back in, I wanna chill for a little bit with Jaehyun and Johnny before their out and about trying to get random people to drink bottles with them" you almost smile as you think about your friends habits.

"You know where to find me if you change your mind" the boy behind you spoke up once more making you bite back an irritated groan. Yet once more you hear your boyfriends voice rumble a bit louder this time "she said she's good, so I doubt she'll come looking" he spoke. "This is so stupid" you mumble as you step closer towards Yuta reaching towards you hold your hand out mf or his he grabs it almost tugging you towards him roughly.

"Mhm, right. You look good tonight y/n. I'll see you around yeah?" Your ex says amused at Yuta's tone, you only turn to look over your shoulder just barely paying attention to him you you hum as you pull Yuta along as you tug the door open by the handle re-entering the house that had basically been trashed to the point it barely looked how it did when the party first began.

Almost slamming the front door shut your met with an empty hallway as the party seemed to be mainly in the kitchen and living room. The stairs that faced the doorway with stray people standing there, your poor attempt to pull Yuta along with you back into the living room, your tugs lead you nowhere as he pulls you back. Turning to face him with furrowed brows "what?" You ask your tone filled with attitude that Yuta caught onto quick enough to give you a glare.

"Who was that?" He asks his tone just as stern as before holding the same expression your face held. "Does it matter?" You shake your head. "No. I just want to know, I've never met him before. Is he your friend or something?" He asks pulling you closer. Shaking your head once again rolling your eyes "no, and it doesn't matter who he is because he doesn't matter" you snapped "why are you acting like you can't tell me who he is. It's not like I'm gonna be mad if he's your friend. You know him, so why are you acting like you can't tell me?" He says almost riled up at your words.

"He's not my friend so stop worrying about it" this time you roll your eyes giving Yuta his last straw with your attitude. This time he doesn't tug you a few steps closer, he pulls you chest to chest your face to face with him, his free hand grips your chin between his fingers, the feeling of his warm breath on your skin has shivers sent down your cold skin. "Fix your tone" he spoke grimly as he raised a brow at you hinting you get your act together almost immediately.

You huff as you turn your face away from his narrowed gaze "you first" you snap and almost regret it as it immediately as he tugs your face to turn to him once more "really?" He asks as he looks almost looked like he was fueling at the ears. He was pissed beyond belief. "You wanna show out now?" He asks but you couldn't bring yourself to answer. Letting go of his grip on your face, his grip on your wrist had yet to falter as he drags you up the stairs . Yuta's sense of direction was narrow, the halls are dark yet you've been to enough house parties hosted by your friend to know exactly the location he's dragging you to.

The bathroom. Spacious, the lights are dim in a yellowish color, nobody used it, it was clean the floor not sticky like the one that had been used frequently. "I'm really starting to think you want me to fix that smart ass mouth you got with that attitude you fixed yourself to have" he says slamming the wooden door behind him as he practically shoved you into the bathroom. You can feel slick arousal within you panties begin to sodden the flimsy fabric, fixing your lips to speak once more.

"What attitude?" You ask as the door rattles and the walls shake as the base of rap song plays through the loud speaker downstairs. "So now you don't have an attitude when it's just me and you? Just a minute ago you wanted to show out for your little boyfriend but I don't see him anywhere" he snarked making your head fall back as a groan ripples through your throat. "Why are you so stuck on that? He doesn't matter, like I said I just want to go and have fun" you say your becoming irritated more and more.

"You can go have fun when we're done" he eyes you up. "That why you dressed up all pretty tonight? Got a little attitude to go with it? Hm?" He asks as he nears you with calculated steps. His hands find the loops attached to your skirt pulling you roughly until your hips collide. Gasping as your once again met face to face like you were at the front door. "No" you answer softly "no what? No you didn't get dressed up for your friend? Or no you don't have an attitude?" He eyes your facial expressions "both" you answer shortly.

"No I think you have an attitude, you've been running your mouth a lot since we came in. And I think you want me to fix that" he nods as his eyes flicker between yours holding a strong gaze. Nodding your head, you wanted nothing more than for Yuta to fuck you completely out of your senses you lose your train of thought. He snickers as he watches you look up at him with doe eyes. Humming his hand trails to cup your jaw, his thumb pressing against your bottom lip.

'Smart mouth' he'd said it so you couldn't help but wonder exactly what he had in mind. "Fix my smart mouth" you whisper hoping that would make him snap. And surely it did, the harsh pad of his thumb parts your lips you open your mouth wide enough for his finger to rub flatly against your thumb.

Sucking and licking, he pulls back he groans as he watches his finger slips down your tongue and past your bottom lip, settling on your chin leaving a trail of saliva in its wake. Leaning in Yuta presses a harsh kiss to your lips that you return, your teeth clashing against each other, your tongues meeting past your lips entangling, his tongues pushes further past your lips making you suck down and pull back earning a groan as the both of you meet eyes.

Catching his bottom lip between teeth he holds back a moan his hand trails up your jaw to the back of your neck, the feeling of his long fingers trailing up the back of your neck gripping your hair your hand falls back at the tight grip, you moan at pain and pleasure. "You're so quiet now, what happened?" He coos at your almost quivering form as he takes up at the space between the both of you.

Your eyes snapping shut as an attempt to keep your breathing steady, "knees. Right now" he spoke barely above whisper, yet you didn't want to test his patience in the least. Lowering yourself onto the cold and harsh tiled floor, the stinging in your kneecaps subsiding as the grip on your hair seems to get much more tighter than before. Your hand presses against his against the growing bulge in his jeans.

The pressure and friction between his cock and his jeans earns yourself a hiss from between his teeth. Rubbing over him a few times before deciding he was hard enough for you to get rid of all the fabric and anything else between you. Unbuckling his belt almost ripping it out of the loops in his jeans discarding it with a loud clanking sound, your moves not faltering as you tug open the button on his jeans your fingers hook onto the hem of his boxers as pull them down.

"Gonna put that smart mouth of yours to good use?" He asked as his hand yanked on your hair earring a soft wince, you nod looking up at him with evilly innocent eyes. Pulling his pants over his thighs and down to his ankles you could see the precum leaking through his underwear, your index finger rubbing the spot making the man above groan in sensitivity.You palm him one more time before your fingers dig under his waistband and begin pulling it down, seeing what is past his v-line.

You see his hard dick springing past the fabric his tip was blushed and sticky with precum, you could feel yourself salivating at the thought of taking him down your throat. you wet the palm of your hands with your tongue before taking his dick into your fist, slowly jerking and teasing the tip with your thumb. Your other hand resting on his thigh you feel him twitch the squelching sound of your spit and precum rubbing against his dick makes your thighs clench.

Yuta loved the sight of you underneath him with his cock in your mouth. It was nothing more if not the best sight he's seen in all his years of life. The feeling of you rubbing his tip against your tongue having sent a shiver up his thighs you had a pretty firm grip on.

Puckering your lips you press small kisses and his base and up his shaft until you reach his blushed tip, licking a stripe of saliva against his slit had his thighs quiver "fuck" he groaned feeling your lips envelope his tip slowly taking him in your warm mouth,your hand still at his base jerking him off Yuta closes his eyes as his hand pushes your head down furthe.

He's big. thick. and the stretch that comes along with taking him in your mouth is a plaguing reminder. but you don't mind it too much, you like the thought of him when he's all deep in your throat, and you can feel the tip of him hot and heavy in the back of your throat. it makes you gag, and choke, and your eyes get cloudy with tears to the point they spill over, but it's worth it. It's worth it without fail.

you keep your nose pressed into the skin of his pelvis until you physically can't, pulling off of him with a loud pop. your cheek is wet with tears, and your chin is slick with spit, the two coalescing at the tip into a sticky mess.

the sight makes him twitch in your hand, because this is what he's been thinking about all day. this was his selfish wish, to see you below him with this expression. eyes all doe-eyed and desperate.

he can't help but to reach out and rub the callused pad of his thumb over your parting lips, pressing the salty digit flat against your tongue, and retreating it in the same breath to hook it around your cheek.

Flattening your tongue against the underside of his dick you dragged up against the vein running up to the tip— he let out a rich moan that ended with a groan "shit". His head was thrown back and his breathing was labored.

you rubbed your thighs together as warmth between your legs became stronger and stronger. You could, feeling the tip nudge the back of your throat while your nose was nestled tightly against his pubic bone. While your eyes were closed tight to focus on relaxing  your gag reflex to not ruin the tight feeling for him. Yuta let his hand guide your head to bob while you hollow your cheeks, Yuta was losing his mind at the feeling.

Breathing through your nose you could barely breath as Yuta bucked his hips into your mouth, losing himself in the feeling of your warm mouth. Spitting on his tip you use your tongue to spread it, earning a moan as his pats become tugs when your lips wrap around his and you push your head down relaxing your throat you feel tears well up in the corner of your eyes.

Pushing your head down further you relax your throat taking him deeper until your nose hits his pelvis. Tears cloud your eyes as you almost gag, pulling your head back just a bit you take a deep breath through your nose and begin to bob your head.

You moan as you feel him buck his hips into your throat. "Feels good," he said as you continued to take him in your mouth slurping and bobbing your head, all without hands you were heaven-sent."Fuck- y/n you're so good, don't fucking stop" he cursed while moaned out, you speed up your pace as his balls were greeted with a squeeze from your hand. He was approaching his orgasm as his hips buck into your throat relentlessly you gag with each thrust. Tears spilled past your lashes and down your saliva-covered cheeks.

The groans made your pussy ache so you clenched your thighs closed. Sounds of groans buzzing in his chest you couldn't help but let out gags and moans at the tall man above you tears pricked your eyes again but you blink them away and continue taking him. He felt so good your warm and wet mouth was doing it but when you hollow your cheeks. Your hand that was at his base continued to move leaving him to buck his hips into your warm and wet cavern.

You gag as he repeatedly lets his tip meet the back of your throat yet you never pull away. "You take it so fucking- good" he slurs feeling himself twitch, your moans muffled sending vibrations to his dick making him shutter. a string of profanities leave his lips. he's close, and you can tell by the way he begins to fuck into your face with unparalleled ferocity. to guide him there, you begin to hollow your cheeks and narrow your throat, using a single hand to massage his balls.

he can feel you start to get antsy, and when you start to scratch and claw at his thighs for air, that does it for him. with a final, lazy thrust, he releases the entirety of his load down your throat, keeping you pressed down on him until he's sure every last drop has been emptied into your mouth.

Pulling your head away Yuta looked down at your kneeling figure seeing your spit mixed with his cum on your cheeks, chin and lips, your breathing was in shambles as you cleared your throat letting your hand touch your jaw that had been aching. Yuta's eyes darken looking at you and wiped away all the fluids on your face. You stand up from the floor feeling the ache in your knees.

"All done with your attitude" he eyes you, seeing your face sport an almost submissive and ready for his next direction, you only nod and hum in satisfaction at forgetting completely what happened before. Reaching out to the back of your neck you stumble forward as he presses a kiss to your lips almost immediately your tongue swirls against his as your holding a tight grip on his shirt you pull away gently hearing a soft 'smack' as your lips part, a string of saliva attached to your lips keeping you connected.

"That's my ex" you say finally giving him the answer he was looking for "and no, I won't be looking for him later"

[marianchurchland]

I'm boiling inside my own flesh after that trailer, so please accept this old, maybe objectively too creepy Cole drawing while I find time for new DA art. I can claim that it has a Haloween vibe, at least...

The reason it's so weird, by the way, is because I drew it using the poem "Wodwo" by Ted Hughes as a prompt. My bff @klovharun gave me the whole poetry book at the height of my DAI obsession because she thought "Gog" had Solas vibes; and it occurs to me right now that this has to be one of the best examples of friendship ever. Not just "I was thinking of you", but one step further, "I was thinking of your all-consuming fixation". She also made a Solas breakup playlist for me, which I still listen to. That is love!

Poems below for anyone who might like them.

Wodwo

What am I? Nosing here, turning leaves over

Following a faint stain on the air to the river's edge

I enter water. Who am I to split

The glassy grain of water looking upward I see the bed

Of the river above me upside down very clear

What am I doing here in mid-air? Why do I find

this frog so interesting as I inspect its most secret

interior and make it my own? Do these weeds

know me and name me to each other have they

seen me before do I fit in their world? I seem

separate from the ground and not rooted but dropped

out of nothing casually I've no threads

fastening me to anything I can go anywhere

I seem to have been given the freedom

of this place what am I then? And picking

bits of bark off this rotten stump gives me

no pleasure and it's no use so why do I do it

me and doing that have coincided very queerly

But what shall I be called am I the first

have I an owner what shape am I what

shape am I am I huge if I go

to the end on this way past these trees and past these trees

till I get tired that's touching one wall of me

for the moment if I sit still how everything

stops to watch me I suppose I am the exact centre

but there's all this what is it roots

roots roots roots and here's the water

again very queer but I'll go on looking

Gog I

I woke to a shout: 'I am Alpha and Omega!'

Rocks and a few trees trembled

Deep in their own country.

I ran and an absence bounded beside me.

The dog's god is a scrap dropped from the table,

The mouse's savior is a ripe wheat grain—

Hearing the Messiah cry

My mouth widens in adoration.

How fat are the lichens!

They cushion themselves on the silence.

The air wants for nothing.

The dust, too, is replete.

What was my error? My skull has sealed it out.

My great bones are massed in me.

They beat on the earth, my song excites them.

I do not look at the rocks and stones, I am frightened of what they see.

I listen to the song jarring my mouth

Where the skull-rooted teeth are in possession.

I am massive on earth. My feetbones beat on the earth

Over the sound of motherly weeping....

Afterwards, I drink at a pool quietly,

The horizons bear the rocks and trees away into twilight.

I lie down, I become darkness—

Darkness that all night sings and circles stamping.

-Ted Hughes

[crocuta-corvax]

Got Mint? (Part 1) - Isekai Bad Batch

Author’s Notes: Crosshair loves mouth stuff, he especially loves your mouth, the mint is just an added bonus. - I'm going off the notion, if it isn't mentioned in SW canon, i can pretend if it is/isn't real, I've decided mint how we know it doesn't exist in SW universe as far as they know ¬u¬ Haha wow I finished the first half, I have more for this prompt planned. Relationships: Crosshair x Reader Tags & Warnings: Smooching, Oral Fixation, +18?? I think, it's very earnest kissies

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"What do we do if he sees us?" Both you and Crosshair had been sent to tail a target for Cid, and now together you were standing watching a nervous looking Rodian make his rounds at every stall in the bustling marketplace from a quiet off-the-street courtyard.

"Nothing."

You're familiar with his curt answers now, it wasn't necessarily from rudeness, Crosshair just didn't waste his breath on more words than were necessary.

"Right..." you huff, a little agitated at the waiting and pop a piece of gum in your mouth. Crosshair watches as you do this, he'd always been curious about this gum stuff you always had with you, but never asked, it seemed to be your equivalent of his toothpicks, an oral focus that helped him concentrate. He figured it best to leave it to you, after all, you'd been teleported here from another universe whilst you'd been out doing a "supply run", and of all the food you had with you, this was all that was left. Someone Wrecker had already eaten most of the rest, but you'd staunchly protected the gum like a Pyke with Spice. He didn't want to take your "toothpicks" from you.

You can feel Crosshair's eyes on you as you watch the Rodian slowly make his way toward your vicinity. The feel of his gaze sends a flush of warmth to your face and neck- to think you had THE Crosshair staring at you right now, if the Clone Appreciation Community back on Earth could see this, they'd flip their shit.

Over the past few months of your “accidental” arrival in this universe he'd gone from being deeply suspicious, to warming up to you, to the two of you being so comfortable just existing in each others spaces that you had no doubt that he harboured feelings for you on some level- he'd be busy cleaning his Firepuncher while you would lay across his lap doing the "homework" Tech had given you to help get to grips with this universe. You treasured your alone time, so did he, but being alone with him was somehow so much better.

And of course there was the purposefully teasing you- he enjoyed getting you riled up with rampant flirting, slightly too long hugs, lingering touches and near kisses. You wondered if that's what he was doing right now, with his eyes still fixed on you, plotting a new way to rile you up.

You dare a glance over at him and he's smirking at you, of course he is, "Can I help you?" he drawls, making you roll your eyes playfully,

"You're supposed to be watching." you sigh, casually discarding the finished gum in a nearby bin. He rolls the toothpick between his teeth while maintaining his smouldering gaze on you, "I am."

His words send another flush of heat to your cheeks and he chuckles before flicking away his toothpick and leaning over you, one arm resting on the wall above you, kriff he's so fucking tall, "Our mark is too close, we need a distraction." He gently grabs your chin as you start to turn to see, "Don't look." He leans in closer, and you can feel the warmth of his breath on your face, a soaring feeling rushes up through your body as you bite your lip. In this moment he could do anything to you you realise, and you wanted him to.

"They always get uncomfortable with public affection." he murmurs against your mouth, gently ghosting his lips across yours as a silent request, one you eagerly permit by parting your lips and closing the searing hot space between the two of you.

Your lips practically melt against his as Crosshair gently pulls you closer into his body, one hand secure around your waist, while the other slowly traces along your jaw. Kriff, he's so warm...

Having never tasted mint before, your sweet cold breath had Crosshair intrigued. Running his tongue over your lips to gain entry to your mouth, that you so deliciously granted, had him reeling in pleasure at the taste of your tongue on his. How could someone taste so good? His grip on your waist tightened a little and the hand he had been using to send shivers down your neck moved to the back of your head, running his fingers through your hair and gripping just a little, as he deepened the kiss, causing you to softly moan into his mouth, your fingers digging into his back as you held on to him.  

After what felt like a delectable eternity of his mouth on yours, you pull away to catch your breath, and look up at Crosshair who briefly scans the marketplace before turning back to you with that sly smile of his, "I think it worked."

"Oh, good. Good..." the surprise as to what just transpired has you flustered while Crosshair gazes down at you, revelling in the fact that he finally got to kiss you, and leaving him wanting more of the delicious lingering tingle of mint you left on his mouth.

[domesticatedanimal]

FFXIVWrite2024

Prompt 13: Butte

Implied offscreen child harm. This one was an experiment, not my best, but wanted to try out a new style. Dawntrail spoilers.

She Carried Fire

It was nearing noon as the two travelers rode into the tiny town by the railroad tracks. A tavern, a few ramshackle houses, and a low platform of hewn logs serving as a train station. The strangers left their chocobos near the outskirts of town, tying them loosely to the old dead tree near the well. As they stepped toward the tavern, one of the riders lifted a roughly-rolled cigarette to her lips, snapping a spark from her fingertips to set it alight.

Two shetona, by the look of it, one dark as coal, the other pale as snow. Both with ebony black hair that seemed to shed any sunlight that fell on it. As they reached the center of town, the female stopped, standing casually in the dust as her male companion continued to sidle into the tavern.

The woman seemed to be too comfortable for a stranger, though it was true that she had never been here before. With the banditry and violence that had run rampant in Tural since the dome appeared, she should have been terrified. No woman stood alone, outside, unless she had tired of living.

But there was an air about the woman. Some cold shadow that seemed to hang over her, something earned from turning your eyes to the dark corners of the earth, seeing the evil that lived there, and facing it with a smile, again, and again.

A crash rang out from the tavern, glass hitting polished wood. A few moments later, the male returned, slightly faster and with a bit less confidence. He was followed through the door by a massive lump of a man - a new Roe in town that called himself Mud.

Mud was as burly as he was stupid, and in the few short weeks he had been around, he’d already put two card cheats into the dirt. With no sheriff and no guns to turn to, the townsfolk had little choice but to tolerate him, and hope that the next group of bandits through town would recruit him and relieve them of his presence.

But it seemed like that was about to change.

The sun was high, now, burning and heavy in the sky. The air shimmered in the heat. Even the incessant whine of desert insects had fallen quiet. Too hot for crickets, it seemed. The male stranger paused at his companion’s side, whispering something to her, before moving past her toward the opposite end of the street.

Mud stopped in the middle of the road and stared at her. A handful of gawkers had been pulled outside in his great wake, and they now gathered on the porch of the tavern, half-hidden behind old dried out posts.

“There a reason you dust bunnies are interrupting my game?” Mud shouted, laughing to himself about the joke. What he lacked in wit, he made up for in memory, and he had been holding onto that insult for years. "Here to try to evict me?"

The stranger did not bristle. She finished a drag on her cigarette and let the warm butt fall to the dirt.

"This is bigger than that, now," the reply was barely above a whisper, but it carried through the town all the same. "You need to give me some information."

“Is that supposed to be a threat?” A tinge of anger already rose in Mud’s voice. He tossed his ratty poncho over one shoulder, revealing a rusted but menacing looking culverin dangling from his hip. “Who exactly do you think you are?”

The stranger threw open the sides of the dark linen duster that hung over her form, one hand now resting on the handle of a long revolver.

“Today, I'm just a bounty hunter that was supposed to be on vacation.”

The word ‘bounty’ was all the excuse Mud was looking for. With surprising dexterity, he lugged the massive gun up out of its holster, and into a two-handed grip, with the barrel fixated straight ahead.

Two blasts echoed through the town. The first, heavy and booming, as Mud’s weapon fired. The second was metallic and shrill, as his shot went far afield to put a massive dent in the side of the town’s water tower. The bounty hunter didn’t flinch. The bartender could have sworn she shined with a bright orange light, for just a moment, but would decide it was the glare of the sun as he retold the story over the coming years.

She raised her revolver with practiced precision, squeezing the trigger three times. Mud’s gun arm exploded, sending the weapon into the dirt under a pile of gore. The fourth round buried into his thigh, bringing him to his knees, and the fifth into his opposite shoulder, leaving his remaining arm dead and numb.

The stranger approached him, as Mud knelt panting in the dirt.

“Where’d you leave the girls, Mud?”

“What?” He whined, “What fucking girls?”

The stranger drove the barrel of her gun into Mud’s hefty ribs.

“The shetona girls your little posse rounded up last night.” Her thumb clicked back on the gun’s hammer. “I’m not asking twice.”

Mud gulped, blood running in rivulets from his lips.

“Warehouse,” he finally gasped out, “Other side of the tracks.”

“They hurt? You hurt them, Mud?”

“No! No, buyer pays more if they’re fresh.”

“Fresh?”

“He…”

Mud never got to finish that sentence, or any other. There wasn’t much left of him at all, in fact. When she was done, the stranger’s pistol glowed a dull red.

The two Viera riders had been in town for less than an hour, and left behind a story that outlived them both.

[godlizzza]

so there's a ton of angsty fic about dan turning herbert in to the cops post-bride. but quick thought about couple down the street: consider the angst potential of getting tracked down by law enforcement and understanding "oh fuck if they catch us we'll be separated." I'm sure that could be stretched into a longass fic, but if you're amenable, I'd love to see a drabble instead.

Detective Clark had been a particularly irritating cop in the string of law enforcement that Dan and Herbert had dealt with over the years. He was utterly fixated on catching them after his partner had been caught up in a series of rogue experiments that had escaped from the lab and run amok through the town. Clark's partner had not gotten through the experience unscathed, and the last Dan had heard of him he was being kept under psychiatric observation.

That had left Clark pursuing them, seeking revenge, which Herbert thought was quite unfair.

"We never asked them to get involved," Herbert had said testily over a mug of coffee in a dingy motel. "In fact, I'd appreciate it if they'd butt out."

The motel had been a respite stop while they regrouped and Dan planned their next move. They had seen their fair share of motels over the years. Dan felt he was perhaps overly acquainted with musty carpet and stiff bedsheets.

He was wondering if he should get a customer loyalty card as he pulled into the parking lot. He juggled the bag of groceries in one arm as he fished the key out of his pocket with the other, eventually managing to unlock the door without spilling an oranges.

"Herbert, I'm back" he called out as he closed the door and set the groceries down on the table. "How does French toast for dinner sound?"

"Sounds delightful."

Dan dropped his keys with a clatter. He was spinning around in an instant, his whole body cold at the sound of a voice that was not his husband's.

Clark was sat casually lounging in the armchair, one foot tucked over his knee as he observed Dan's panic with a smirk. Dan went still but flicked his gaze all about the tiny room, searching for-

"Hubby's not here, if that's what you're lookin' for," Clark droned. "Pity too. I would've loved to have a chat with him."

He stroked the pistol loosely gripped in his other hand. Dan followed the movement with his eyes then looked back at Clark's unreadable expression.

"What do you want?" he asked, injecting calm into his voice.

Clark shrugged. "Just thought I'd pay you a visit. Let you know I've got my eye on you."

"You should leave us alone," Dan said through his teeth and Clark let out a hearty laugh.

"Or what?" he taunted. "You'll call the police?"

Dan pressed his mouth into a thin line and said nothing. All at once Clark seemed to stop finding the situation funny and he shot to his feet. He wasn't a big man but his eyes glittered with unchecked malice as he stared Dan down.

"I still don't know exactly what happened," he breathed, "or how you did it but I'm gonna find out. And when I do and you two psychos are locked up forever, I'm gonna see to it that you wind up on the opposite ends of the god damn earth."

He stormed out, bumping his shoulder against Dan's, jostling him as he went past. Clark slammed the door behind him, leaving Dan alone in the dark. He remained rooted to the spot, his body still frozen in that moment of panic, until it shattered and he collapsed against the wall with a gasp.

He stayed there for several minutes, breathing hard and feeling like his heart was going to beat right out of his chest. When the door opened again he fumbled to grab the closest blunt object and his hands closed around the porcelain vase on the miniscule dining table. He lifted it over his head, flowers and water spilling onto the carpet, ready to bring it down on Clark's head with enough force that he'd never be able to threaten him or his husband ever again, but he stilled his hand just in time as Herbert stepped into the room.

"Dan?" Herbert sounded startled as Dan dropped the vase onto the floor. "What're you doing?"

"Nothing," Dan whispered and pulled Herbert to his chest.

Herbert made a surprised sound that became muffled against Dan's shirt but didn't fight the tight embrace Dan wrapped him up in. Instead, he gingerly patted Dan's back and glanced up at him in puzzlement.

"What's the matter with you?" he demanded. "I step out for one minute and you have a nervous breakdown?"

Dan thought about telling Herbert about Clark but decided against it. Herbert would only brush it off as though Clark were harmless, and that would only make Dan worry more. Clark's words kept circling in Dan's mind, his promise to separate the two of them driving into Dan's heart like an ice pick.

That couldn't happen. Up until that moment he hadn't fully considered the ramifications of their getting caught. Of course, he knew they would likely never see the light of day again, but he hadn't thought about how he and Herbert would most likely be torn apart.

He had sacrificed everything in his life for Herbert. Herbert was his life. Without him by his side...Dan couldn't even entertain it. He couldn't be apart from Herbert so he wouldn't be, regardless of what Clark thought on the matter.

"Are you planning on hugging me forever?" Herbert grumbled and Dan just squeezed him tighter.

"Yes," he replied simply, dropping a kiss on Herbert's head.

[batorchids-meadow]

Are You Dense? ~ Leviathan x Reader

Minors DNI

Warnings: Slight teasing, nipple piercings, soft!dom reader, Blowjobs (Leviathan receiving), face-fucking (reader receiving), tail sex, sex (riding), male reader

Constructive criticism is welcome, hope you enjoy 

Word count: 2.7K

You stood in front of your mirror adjusting your fringe, the soft waves not staying where you want them to. Still playing with your hair, you’re slightly distracted by a light knock at your door. Glancing in the direction of it, you tell whoever’s there that they can come in. The door opens with a slight creek, the kind of sound you’d here in a horror movie, to reveal Levi stood there; stood there staring at your shirtless figure. His face was soon flushed with a rose red, one that you happened to love.  You went back to messing with your hair as you heard the door close, and footsteps approach you. Grabbing the shirt off your bed, you ask him if he needed anything. It was about midday on a Saturday, and you had only woken up about half an hour prior. The man stayed quiet, fixated on the way you elegantly pulled the shirt over your head and down across your torso.

“Levi?” you turned to look him in the eye, “I asked you a question.” he still stood there, speechless. Motionless. You nudge him. “You there? Earth to Levi?”

“Huh... Oh yeah, I was w-wondering if you wanted t-to play some video games w-with m-me? You don’t h-have to if you don’t want t-to!” he sputtered after a moment of silence. You only look at him, a grin plastering its way across your face. This could be the little push you needed to tell him how you truly felt.

“Yeah, sounds like it’d be fun!” cheeks turning cherry, you give him a reply, the one he wanted but wasn’t expecting. He soon recollects himself and gives a timid smile. Saying something along the lines of ‘I’ll see you in my room this evening’ and then the honey eyed boy leaves, giving you plenty time to think about what you’re going to say to him.

 Evening comes quicker than you’d have liked but you thought of everything none the less. Chapstick, to make your lips soft. Skinny jeans, because you know how much he likes them. Canvas trainers as they’re right up your alley. Loose shirt with his zip up hoodie over, the hoodie he doesn’t know you have. You make your way to his room excited for what you guys could possibly get up to. Knocking on the door, you hear some erratic mashing of buttons on a controller. Giggling to yourself, you let yourself in as he knew you were coming. Looking around and closing the door behind you, you see him sat on his sofa pressing button after button while playing some pvp multiplayer, not the kind of games you play personally but you enjoy watching the sapphire haired boy play them. Clearly, he didn’t hear you come in; his headset still glued to his head. You take initiative and slide your shoes off, readying yourself to go and sit next to him. You're normally the one to make all the moves so it was quite the surprise when he asked you to hang out with him. When you sat next to the citrus eyed male; he let a yelp of surprise leave his lips. That must have been when he remembered he’d previously invited you to play games with him. You weren’t paying full attention to what Levi was doing but he must’ve turned his multiplayer off and put a much more chill game in the console for the two of you to play whilst handing you a controller.

 An hour or two went by, the both of you still sat on his sofa casually playing whichever games Leviathan put in the console and you finally decided to make some sort of move. You weren’t as tall as him, maybe a few inches shorter, but you crawled over to where he was positioned and lay your head against his shoulder. Just as you thought, his body had tensed upon contact but you brushed it off and continued playing. Soon enough, he relaxed again. You were ready to do more but you couldn’t tell what he wanted, besides that you reached for his phone while asking if you could put one of your playlists on. Stuttering, he gave you a reply while handing you his phone, unlocking it for you. Opening Spotify and making sure his phone was connected to the speakers, you immediately go to your playlist for special occasions. You start with one of the more down low songs, so he didn’t catch on straight away, and put his phone to your side. As the songs played on shuffle, you could tell he was catching on as his body grew hotter next to you.

“You okay?” You ask in innocent tone, dirty thoughts filling your mind. He didn’t speak, instead pausing the game inhibiting you from ignoring his restless stature. He put the controller down on the table to the side of his sofa and looked at you. His gaze met yours.

“I know exactly what songs are in this playlist … I know what this playlist is for as well.” He stated in a voice shaking but filled with a forced confidence. He looked you up and down, a sense of unfamiliar hunger filling his body. Surely he must’ve noticed the outer layer you adjourned wasn’t rightfully yours.

“That’s my hoodie … since when did you have it?” The question fell from his thoughts as he tensed when you leant towards him.

“Why does that matter? You know you like seeing me in it.” Your voice was low and seductive, your blood ran warm; heart beating like a slow pedal hitting bass drums. There was definitely some excitement growing in your jeans. Despite making a decent pace in advancing, you sat back; completely ridding him of what he wanted. At least that’s what you thought. As you grabbed your controller to try and resume your previous activity, to your dismay, you couldn’t start playing again without the host’s permission. In retaliation you reach over the dishevelled man next to you and took his controller into your own hands. His orange-purple tie-dyed orbs watched your every move, taking a keen note of your hand placement. You’d placed your hand on his thigh, purposefully placed close to his crotch, to be able to reach his device without giving him what he clearly wanted. Tracing your movements, Leviathan had made the bold choice to pull you into a straddle across his lap even though this was a big step forward for his usually timid nature. The feeling of your excitement grinding into your jeans forced a low mewl to leave your lips.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He had heard the noise you made and wanted more, but like you were going to give him that satisfaction. You kept your lips shut and let your hands find home on his abdomen, a slight squeeze of his shirt in your grasp. You leant forwards so that your lips were in line with his ear.

“I was going to continue playing, unless you wanted to do something else?” After the sly comment you made, you sat back into his lap; eyes innocent but mind running a marathon. You tried your best to keep your cool especially when Levi unzipped his hoodie and slid it off your shoulders, slowly pulling you closer to him by the small of your back. A gasp flew into your throat due to his forwardness.

Hesitantly, you let him guide your face closer to his, tilting his own; catching your lips in a serene yet lustful kiss. He’d finally given you the thing you’d been craving for months. You hoped he'd give more than just this. You pulled away, catching your breath before kissing him once more for yourself. Your parted, uneven, rhythmic pecking soon turned to heavy, lustful, passionate making out. Minutes went by, but the two of you felt like hours had passed. Slowly, you’d began stripping each other of your shirts; taking great care when pulling it over your pierced nipples (something none of the brothers new you had). You watched as his gaze fell to your chest; a sly giggle erupted from your throat.

“You like them?” Your question spilling innocently from the soft lips the lavender-haired boy was previously kissing. He didn’t give you a verbal answer, instead leaning forwards to give them each a kitten-like lick. A low groan escaped you as he led his tongue over your sensitive jewelled buds; a smirk soon lacing his features. As he continued like that, many more groans of pleasure flew from you only to fuel his eagerness further. The tightness in your jeans only growing as he carried on; a feeling that forced you to grind into him. Pulsating moans fell from him and circled in your head, the two of you were definitely getting laid. Pulling his mouth from your chest, you stood up and started stripping yourself of your jeans; once he got the message, he followed suit. Stood in your boxers, you noticed the growing excitement in his and decided you’d take certain matter into your own hands. You fell to your knees, quite slowly just to make sure he was on edge. You guided your hands up to the band of his final item of clothing, hooking your fingers so they touched his skin.

“You sure you wanna do this?” You took one last chance to make sure this was what he wanted even if it meant you’d have to give up your own desires. He nodded, a reaction you wanted but not the one you needed.

“Use your words.”

“Yeah, please… don’t stop.” His voice was raspy, but he was being truthful. With little to no hesitation, you freed his hot member from the barrier between you and a sly grin formed upon your features as you carefully removed your own. You very quickly took hold of the situation and pulled him into your mouth, hands pumping whatever wouldn’t fit. Hollowing your cheeks, you took him as far as you could before muffled gags echoed through your ears. His hands found home in your hair as he began to buck his hips to match your own rhythm. Moans quickly escaped him, a slurred string of your name on repeat as he face-fucked you. His demon form began to take over, horns weaving out of his skull through his hair; tail snaking its way behind you and around your waist as the grasp he had on your hair tightened. You let your arms fall limp, hands grazing his thighs as you let him fuck your throat senseless. Holding onto him for leverage, you felt something probe at your entrance. His tail lingered by your ass, circling your entrance painfully slow. You give him a hum in approval, sending vibrations down his shaft and a wintery shiver spiralling up his spine. His scaly limb makes its way into you, allowing your moans to circle his dick as he continues his ruthless fuck-fest. You only add to his pleasure with the sloppy moans that leave you as his tail hits all the best spots in you, his scales adding extra friction. You start to squirm and pump your own member soon reaching your high, lewd noises filling the room as his hips met your jaw with even harder thrusts. His climax came quicker than he anticipated as he shot ropes down your throat, your own orgasm following suit, your own seed coating your lower stomach. Coming down from his high, the only words he could muster were warm cusses followed by praises of your name. He pulled his still erect member from your throat, and watched as lose strings of saliva kept the two of you connected. His eyes fell to your mouth as your Adams apple bobbed as you swallowed what came from him. His tail slowly retracted from you as he realised what he’d just done.

“Ah, I’m so sorry! You didn’t have to this with a gross otaku like me!” he suddenly flushes red and falls back onto his sofa covering his face in embarrassment. You enjoyed this side of him, but the control he just had over you was something that only turned you on more.

“Don’t hide your cute face.” You demanded, a seductive hiss freeing itself from you. Leviathan’s hands slowly parted so he could look at you through his fingers. He glanced at you up and down, taking in every inch of your sweat and cum covered body. He thought it was so sexy, so hot how you just stood there in front of him. You lean towards his face, prying his hands from his face and placing them on your hips.

“I still wanna carry on, I still want you to make me feel good.” You didn’t think his face could get any redder, yet it did. He pulled you gently to straddle his lower half, taking great care to make sure you were always facing him. You pulled his member and aligned him with your own, making sure to rub both of your tips generously. You gave him a look, a look to say ‘it wont go in easy like this’. He took the hint and reached for the bottle of lube in the drawer of his coffee table, you swear he has a bottle per metre squared of his room. Squeezing a suitable amount onto the two of you, he easily took both of your cocks into his large hands and pumped them a few times quickly. After the brief touch, he pulled you up by your thighs and allowed you to line him up with your hole. He lowered you slowly, stopping every few moments when he got a glimpse of tears in your eyes to let you adjust. Once you were sat in his lap comfortably, you instinctively grind into him. His hold still tight on your thighs, he pulled you up and down against his member; slurs of ecstasy trailing from your lips as you leant forwards to kiss him. He couldn’t believe that you were the one he was doing this with, his long-lost fantasies becoming his immediate reality. He always wanted this, you on top of him, a moaning mess in his lap. And he was writhing in this moment, only wanting to please you more. He watched as you struggled to keep up with him, your thighs quickly filling with a painful ache. Once again, he took control, allowing you to relax your legs as he set the pace, guiding you up and down on him with his own strength. You grabbed onto his horns for a sense of leverage as he ploughed his way into you. He was making sure he rearranged your insides. Making sure to pleasure you. Making sure you were his and only his.

 Your moans started to bounce in his room as your high soon approached. A bundle of nerves began to grow in the pit of your stomach, Levi’s name falling from your lips as if it were the only word you knew. The knot soon became undone as you started to become weak in his hands, leaning into his chest, his name still coming from you in between hushed, hungry breaths and gasps for air. He was glad he could make you feel this way with ease. Your vision became hazed and blurry as the knot finally snapped, a low moans erupting from you as you came up is chest. Levi’s own orgasm soon caught up with you as he heard the way you cursed his name. Whilst mid-way through your high, he’d shot thick strings of white into you, painting your prostate with his cum. This earned another low growl from you as you lay against him, panting breathlessly.

“So, umm…” he started, unsure whether he should ask the question or not. “Are we together or… was this a one-time thing?” his question was shaky.

“Are you dense?” you looked up at him. Did he seriously just ask that? “I’ve wanted to be with you for ages, just never thought of the right way to say it.” As soon as you finished the quick sentence, you planted a kiss to his lips. This dense otaku was yours now. Only yours.

[skylarmoon71]

Harry Wells (Flash) - Earth 2 - Chapter 9

The day goes by quite smoothly. 

You didn’t fumble through a lesson or forgot how to spell your name. Which you were very thankful for. When the class ends, you can’t help it. The first person you text is Harry. Of course with an image attached of you smiling with your presentation in the background.

His response is immediate.

“It looks like everything went well. Your face must hurt from smiling that much.”

You laugh out loud. Thankfully the room is empty. Surely your students would think you are unhinged. Cackling like a witch.

“It doesn’t hurt a bit.”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

Every time you read a text from him you can just picture his expression and it makes you laugh more.

“My last class ends at seven, would you like to have dinner later?”

You anxiously wait for a reply. It’s not like you both haven’t had meals before. Yet, this time, it’s different.

“Will there be big belly burger?”

“Of course! It would be criminal to invite you without your favorite food. I’m offended you would even ask. “

“You drive a hard bargain.”

You giggle, and your phone gives another soft ding.

“I’ll be there.”

Mission complete.

~~

“Harry!!”

Cisco's voice rings throughout the lab. Caitlin raises a brow at the male’s constant yelling and Barry walks in expecting a fight to ensue. Harry walks out from around the corner with a frown on his face. He’s dressed pretty casual. To their shock, he’s actually wearing an outfit of color. The maroon shirt and dark jeans have them questioning a few things.

“Who are you and what have you done to Harry!!” Cisco accuses.

“Be quiet Ramon.” He grumbles.

“Are you going out?” Caitlin inquires softly.

It’s hard to be hostile when Caitlin looks like a curious little bunny.

“I was invited for dinner.”

“I knew you had a crush on her!!”

“Goodbye.”

Harry turns and Cisco just laughs.

“Invite me to the wedding!!”

Harry knew to expect immaturity from Cisco. It’s a given. Although his teasing was irritating, there was truth to Cisco’s words. Harry cared for you. When he heard your story, a part of him was reminded of the trials he faced himself with Zoom. 

The pain he felt when he almost lost his daughter. He recognized the hurt you were going through. There was a part of him that felt obligated to help. The same way the members of Team Flash have always helped him.

It started as understanding and empathy, but now it’s different. The only thing he truly wants is your happiness. When he exits the breach, he makes a turn, heading down the street. Instinctively, he reaches for his phone, opening your earlier text. His eyes fixate on the image of you smiling.

Why does it make him feel so at ease when you wear such a precious expression?

He can’t truly comprehend it.

But it feels..nice.

The sudden ringing of his phone makes his eyes refocus and it’s you.

Harry clicks the call button.

“Harry, how close are you?”

He looks down the street.

“I’m a few blocks down. Do you need me to grab something?”

There’s a pause on the other side of the phone.

“Just..walk slowly.”

“Excuse me?”

“WALK SLOW!”

The phone hangs up and he quirks a brow, staring at the phone.

As he begins walking again, he increases his pace.

~

“Food, check. Flowers, check. Casual placement of movies to fit into the dinner, check. What else?”

You’ve been thinking about it all day. It’s not like you lit candles or anything. You know what kind of person Harry is. You treasure him and your friendship, so there’s no need to rush. You’re comfortable at this pace. You have a feeling so is Harry.

There’s a knock and you panic.

You rush to the door and when you open it, Harry is standing before you.

“I said walk slowly.” You grumble.

“Your urgency just instilled my fear to get here faster.”

Of course it did.

You just roll your eyes, stepping aside to invite him in. He walks past you, you realize his change of attire and a subtle smell of cologne. Your eyes seem to follow him as he adjusts his glasses. He turns back to you and it’s then you notice that you’re staring.

“You look good Harry. It's nice to see you wearing actual colors every once in a while.”

“Are you going to badger me like Ramon did?”

You laugh.

“I won’t put you through that. Make yourself comfortable, I’ll go get the food."

“Do you need help?”

“I’m okay, you just relax. You’re the guest. Be guestly.”

“That’s not a real word.”

“Are you questioning an actual professor?”

“I’m the one with multiple Phd’s.”

“Well, I don’t think it counts when you’re from another universe. “

“How convenient.”

There’s something enjoyable about banter with Harry. His clever retorts are sort of adorable. When you send him a little smile, he’s curious about the reason behind it.

“What..”

“Nothing.” You hum.

If only he knew how cute he was.

On second thought, maybe it’s best he didn’t know. You’re not sure him getting a bigger head would be a good thing.

You giggle to yourself as you grab plates and place them on the counter. Your hands move to grab some glasses, but you stumble and the one within your reach falls to the floor when your hand just barely misses it. You grip the edge of the counter at your sudden lightheadedness. You lift your head and Harry seems to appear out of thin air.

“(Y/N)!!”

Your brows furrow.

“Harry I..I don’t feel so good…”

Your hand slides off the side of the counter as your body staggers. Harry catches you mid fall.

(Y/N)! Answer me! Please!!”

Your eyes are closed, and he feels nothing but dread at that moment. 

[ddarker-dreams]

Does lady avalor have any fixations? Or things she finds oddly satisfying? Like popping pimples (would she pop chrollo’s pimples? does he even get pimples??) or certain sounds like nails tapping on a keyboard??? I’m curious on any quirks she might have and how they would effect how she interacts with others,,, (probably not by much, she seems to have a lot of self control, but it’s still fun to think about)

miss HWR reader definitely has some quirks sprinkled throughout her otherwise well put together person. i think i've touched on a few of these, but i'll go ahead and compile them together <3 thank you for asking such a fun question!!

technologically inept. she'd happily have stuck to using a flip phone if not for peer pressure. she likes to take pictures of animals but they’re all blurry. once when she complained about her storage being full, chrollo looked through her photos and saw at least 500 candid shots of pigeons walking the streets of yorknew. she refused to delete them when asked. texts chrollo and pakunoda the most. phinks has accidentally called her too many times to count while staring at her contact in his phone. as mentioned in chapter two of HWR: bloodlines, shalnark likes to send her jumpscares. 

extremely picky about what she allows into her body. no psychoactive substances such as alcohol, although she allows caffeine in small amounts. eats lots of lean meats, legumes, and leafy greens. the type to unironically drink a kale smoothie. gross. never had fast food before she joined the phantom troupe. when handed a big mac for the first time, she started at it as if it were poison. 

secretly really loves those trashy romances aimed at women in their forties stuck in a loveless marriage. and yes, she does annotate them. they’re her biggest guilty pleasure. 

her cooking used to be a biohazard, but with chrollo’s guidance, she’s made strides in the right direction. chops vegetables with unmatched precision. chrollo no longer has to live in fear when she excitedly brings him a meal. has an odd obsession with cumin. chrollo once had to gently discourage her from putting it in her tea ‘just to see how it’d turn out.’ 

almost always dresses in business casual, even if it’s to run down the street and get milk. very prim and proper. inevitably, some people have tried mugging her... which never ends well. for them, at least.

something of a neat freak — she doesn’t like getting blood and gore on her if possible, hence why she always carries a handkerchief. it secretly irks her that chrollo chooses the dustiest places on earth to convene the troupe. when no one’s looking, she whips out some clorox wipes and gets to work. 

[lonely-lost-soul]

A MuTON of Problems

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4

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Chapter 2: Leo’s Lover Girl

Leo has been acting strange for a few weeks now and all the brothers could tell. Leo wasn’t subtle on his good days let alone the days he was hyper-fixated on something. It seemed like on every mission they were sent on he’d be looking at the streets longingly, staring at alleyways and who might be lurking inside them—getting distracted on missions and staring off into space wasn’t abnormal of someone like Mikey but for someone like Leo, it was odd. Mikey was the first to notice the odd behavior, he was always more in tune with changes in his brother's behaviors than the others. Leo was staring off into space lightly tapping on the table while Mikey was trying out a new recipe. The look on his face could only be described as something akin to love-struck and longing and Michelangelo was going to get to the bottom of it. 

“Leo?” 

“Hm?” He blinked a little snapping out of whatever stupor he was in to focus solely on the brother who was talking to him, 

“You alright bro?” Mikey asked casually, stirring the pot of pasta and trying not to stare into his brother's eyes.

“Oh, Micheal!” Leo gasped dramatically, “also with such a keen eye for us brothers. Your worry for us all leaves me feeling all warm and fuzzy. I love you so much do you know that?” 

Mikey blinked a few times, “Raph! Donnie! Something’s wrong with Leo!” He shrieked while holding a spoon in front of him like a weapon. 

“What’s wrong!” Raph stated in concern, running into the room, followed by a casually walking Donatello. His face in his phone an eyebrow raised,

“Is this a film, Leo is acting weird, or call the hospital, Leo’s acting weird scenario?” 

“I don’t know!” Mikey whined dramatically clutching his chest and falling into Raphael’s arms, while Donatello turned off the stove. 

“Oh no, it’s really bad then.” Raph frowned, carrying Mikey over to Leo so the youngest brother could use his puppy eyes against him.

From behind them, Leo could see Donatello rolling his eyes. His twin walked over to sit at the table across from him, 

“Do tell us dear brother why you are acting oh, so weird. Our hearts are filled to the brim with concern and woe for whatever predicament you’ve placed upon yourself-“

“Alright, alright I get it.” Leo huffed, waving Donnie off before placing his chin in his hands with a love-struck grin. “I’m in love.” He paused for dramatic effect and it seemed to work because Raphael gasped, holding his hands up to his open mouth and subsequently dropping Mikey on the floor. From the ground Michelangelo squealed, flapping his arms and hands around excitedly. Meanwhile, Donnie just raised an eyebrow,

“How on earth did you meet this mysterious lover of yours Leon?”

“In the back of an alley on our mission a few weeks back. The one with the fire mutant.”

Donatello tensed and Leo raised a suspicious eyebrow at his reaction. 

“Oh how romantic!” Raphael grinned clapping his hands together, cheeks flushing pink in delight. 

“What do they look like?” Mickey asked, standing up, leaning over the table, and resting his head in his arms. “Come on tell us, tell us!” 

“She’s-“

“She?”

“Shut up Donnie just because I’m queer doesn’t mean I only date men.”

“Color me shocked.” 

“Homophobic.”

“It literally is not.”

“Annnnyyyyway.” Leo continued, “she’s so pretty…well, I’m like 99% sure she is. It was really dark in the alley- but anyway she wasn’t scared of me! I wasn’t exactly being subtle, it’s pretty clear I’m a mutant turtle.” He waved his hand, “Can’t exactly be incognito about that when you literally crash into her entire body. She made for a lighter landing that was for sure.” Leo winked holding out his hands in front of his chest, and Donatello made a face of disgust.

“She’s human?!” Raph beamed in delight, practically jumping on his toes, “It’s like Romeo and Juliet!” 

“Without all murder.” Mikey chimed in,

“It’s nothing like that.” Donnie huffed, clicking his tongue in distaste, “Romeo and Juliet, although boring is a classic. This isn’t that type of story, far from it, there are no feuding families and-” He noticed all the brothers beginning to zone out so he got to the point, “What I mean is, how can you love her? You don’t even know her.” He clicked a few buttons on his phone, looking up briefly to glance at his brother, “Plus what was someone doing in that alleyway anyway. She could sell drugs or work for the black market, or the Foot clan as a spy, you don’t know anything about her. That’s my point.” 

“Donatello I know you’d never understand the intricacies of love and romance, 'cause you’re a robot n’ all.” Leonardo rolled his eyes, “but love at first sight exists and I experienced it! She tapped my cheeks!” Leo burst tapping his cheeks where his lover girl touched him, “meu coração clama por ela…” he swooned.

“And why does that matter?” Mikey hummed, completely in support of his brother and his retelling of events, completely ignoring Donatello's clear distrust of the situation. 

It was clear to anyone who knew the brothers that the brothers want to love and to be loved by someone romantically. Even if it wasn’t their main focus in life at the moment deep down, one day, they wanted to settle down and start a life with someone, human or mutant none of them really had a preference. (Although some more than others had a preference for humans). Leo’s theory was that it was all placed subconsciously in their heads by their dad that one day he expected them to settle down and provide grandchildren. He wasn’t exactly subtle with the inclination and none of the boys liked to disappoint their father, not that they were in any rush to get married at the time. But for Leo he couldn’t shake the possibility that he had found the one. But they had their entire life ahead of them being freshly thrust into the adult world didn’t change that, but it was certainly exciting.

“It’s because he’s a red snapper,” Donnie interrupted Leo’s train of thought with a grumble, knowing that you had no idea what the implication would mean to Leo’s instincts. “Instinctually he likes to, and I say this completely scientifically, tippy tap.”

“You like to tippy tap! That’s so cute!” Mikey smiled, “Donnie what’s my instincts say about the ladies?” 

“Look it up yourself Mikey, good lord.” 

Mikey stuck his tongue out at his older brother before returning his attention to Leo, “well if that the way she responded she definitely seems interested! Which means you have at least a chance with her! What’s her name? When do we get to meet her! I need the deets Leo!”

They all listened to Leo sigh dramatically, “alas I don’t know her name nor her location. But…luckily I know one of the best hackers in the entire world. Who can totally get me her street address and social media so I can see what she likes and totally woo her, with that information” He batted his eyelashes at Donnie whose face twisted in a weird mix of flattery and displeasure? 

“I’m not fueling your creepy stalking habit.” 

Says Donatello, the man who very much ran a background check on you, which included your social security information and the street in New York you grew up on as well as your current residence. 

“I don’t have a stalking habit!” He grumbled, before plastering another begging smile on his face, really hamming up the puppy eyes, “Oh come on Donnie for true love.”

“Doesn’t exist.”

“For your favorite brother?”

“Micheal’s not asking this favor of me.”

“I’m your favorite brother!” Mikey gushed with excitement beelining it over to Donatello, he held his arms out eagerly. Donnie sighed and nodded, Mikey wrapped him in a hug churring softly. Donatello smiled fondly as his claw hand extended and began to rub the top of his brother’s round head. He also gently nudged Mikey’s cheek with his own head, a little headbutt for the road. 

“Anyway.” Donatello mused, “I’m meeting April for coffee before going to one of her night classes. Easier to sneak in that way, it’s Physics tonight. Later losers the wonderful world of knowledge awaits me.” 

“Okay nerd! But This conversation isn’t over!” Leo shouted after him as Donatello rolled his eyes, his claw waving him off. 

—

“So Leo’s obsessed with you now,” Donatello grumbled, he was sitting on your windowsill feet swinging idly into your room. You were digging through your closet throwing clothes all over the floor. He had been meeting you at your apartment for a few weeks now, you’d invited him suddenly after April, you and he had hung out to play games in lew of studying. Not his finest moment but after you admitted you’ve never played any of the Atomic Lass video games he had to show off, just a little. 

“Your brother right? The blue one?” He heard you call back, voice muffled by the wood of the old closet. 

“Yes, the blue one.” Donatello rolled his eyes, “he thinks you’re the love of his life-“ he winced hearing a distinct THUNK of you hitting your head on one of the shelves in the closet. “That didn’t sound good-“

“He thinks he’s in love with me?” You gawked, poking your head out of the closet, hair a frazzled mess, pink splotching across your cheeks. Donnie thought you looked rather cute all tousled up, and on your knees. 

WOAH. Where did that thought come from? He cleared his throat looking away from you to hide the blush that spread across his cheeks, “Don’t sound so miserable about it.” He said sarcastically, he’s only seen you flustered like this once before and it was when April showed you a picture of your favorite celebrities' tasteful nudes. 

He declined to see them for obvious reasons. 

“I mean…I’m flattered but he doesn’t even know my name.”

“That’s what I’m saying. He’s illogical-“

“I mean it’s sweet. True love is a dream come true, but he should at least ask me on a date first.”

“What?!”

“A date?”

“I know what a date is!” Donatello argued with eyebrows so high on his forehead it’s a wonder they didn't fly away. “Please tell me you’re not this stupid.”

“Excuse me?” You crossed your arms, “and why would taking me on a date be stupid?”

“Because he doesn’t know you. Plus there’s a big risk of both of you leaving miserable and I’d have to deal with the repercussions.”

“Oh well sorry, Mr. High and Mighty.” You clicked your tongue, he watched as your expression remained sour. He wasn’t sure why you were so worked up about something so ridiculous, Leo didn’t deserve someone like you. But you know who did? He, himself, and every piece of tech he owned.

“Why do you have that tone with me? I’m just being honest.”

“I didn’t ask for your honesty Dee. So keep it to yourself.” You grumbled diving back into the closet as he glared at your backside rather harshly. It was usually one of his favorite sights but this one just left a sour taste in his mouth and anxiety bubble in his gut. Another feeling he wasn’t used to, but this one he didn’t enjoy. He found he didn’t like when you were upset, and wanted to rectify the situation. Sigh. Just another one of the many cons to having a crush.   

“What are you even looking for anyway?”

“Ari invited me to a stupid boxing party and I have to join her. She’s getting an award, so I have to look nice and be there as emotional (sober) support.” You grunted, “and I have virtually no clothes that aren’t casual wear.” He heard you click your tongue before tossing some shoes out of the closet, “I love her to death but I don’t want to make a fool of her on her big day. I tend to do that.” 

“It’s a boxing party. I’m sure whatever you’ll wear you will be fine. Who cares?” He grumbled in response, eyeing a sweater dress that was tossed haphazardly on the bed. It was a soft lavender and he slipped into the room fully to rub his fingers against it, 

“Why’d you nix the dress?” 

“What if I’m too hot? Then I could run the risk of getting sweaty. Which I already get when I’m forced to interact with people who I don’t know already. I can’t risk armpit stains Donnie.” 

“What if I made some alterations?” 

“Alterations? What alterations could you possibly make in the hour I have to get ready? Plus fo you even know to sew?” 

“Trust the process, and by the process I mean me, trust me.” Donnie smiled softly his mind already buzzing with ideas on how to alter the purple dress if it got you into it. He didn’t like the way you paused hesitantly before nodding,

“Fine. But you better not make me look like a fool.” 

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Donnie took the dress in his hands and began slowly altering it, you watched as he used his rather nimble fingers to sew and cut the article of clothing. His battle shell seemed to double as an infinite storage unit, it was like he had a more practical purse with him at all times. 

“How do you know how to sew anyway?” He heard you ask from beside him,

“My brother, Raphael, would grow so fast he’d outgrow his clothes.So I would help adjust them as he grew, he’s a snapping turtle so he got big.” Donatello explained, “Mikey and Leo were just always tearing holes in them from their ‘adventures.’ When we were little dad didn’t let us out much, for obvious reasons.” He tore a sleeve off the dress rather aggressively, you remained silent just eyeing the tear wearily. “It’s also how I learned I was good with my hands, went from that to inventing my own projects, it’s a very common pipeline.” 

“I really doubt that.” He shot you a look and you only sighed in response, “most people who I know who sew stay in the arts field. You’re the only person I know who’s ever said there was a pipeline from that to technology.” 

“Good.” Donnie smirked looking over his shoulder at you, a slight gleam in his eyes, “Being the first to do something is never a bad thing. That’s how people earn Nobel Prizes.” He smiled when you laughed the weird tension from earlier dissipating in an instant. 

“You want to win a Nobel Prize? Really Dee?”

“Someday yes,” He spoke in a serious tone, “You think I’m capable?” Donatello teased 

“I think you’re more capable than anyone I know.” 

Blush spread across his cheeks, and down the back of his neck, once again he found himself short-circuiting due to your genuine compliments. 

“Careful. With words like that, I may just fall in love with you.” He shot back sarcasm dripping from his voice, hiding his true feelings with the harsh words. You giggled from behind him, he felt you approach from behind and gently tap against his battle shell. He sighed, “Yeah, yeah…”  He could practically feel your smile as you draped yourself over his shell wrapping your arms around his neck. He sighed lovingly as you nuzzled into his neck, before he spoke,  “What are you even doing?” 

“Watching you work, it’s fascinating, is that okay?” 

“Yes pookie it’s fine,” More sarcasm with an eye roll this time with spice, he could feel your smile against his heated skin, “needy.” He mused pulling the needle and thread through the fabric, you didn’t argue with the comment because both of you knew it was factual. Eventually, the dress was done and Donatello cleared his throat, you stepped away from him as he held the dress in front of him. 

What once was a purple sweater dress with stuffy long sleeves and itchy, overstimulating lace on the bottom was now offically sleeveless and laceless. “I’m trying this on right now! Thank you, Dee!” You gaped taking the dress from him, briefly brushing his hand against your own, “brb!” 

“Did you just say brb out loud?” he called laughing fondly as you run into your bathroom to change, the waiting was what really got to Donatello. He was impatient on his best days, and today was no exception. It was stressful hearing no sounds other than clothes shuffling from your end in the bathroom. He assumed you were probably doing your hair as well, maybe some makeup to match, not that you needed any of that. Nay, you were always perfect in his eyes, well almost perfect. You could use a lot more purple in your wardrobe he noted internally looking at the mess of clothes surrounding him as he sat on your bed. He’d get you some better colors, he was sure he could convince you to hang out at the mall with him…and April. Cause it wouldn’t be a date. No way. “Did you fall into the toilet and drown or something? Are you almost do-” His jaw hung open in shock, and you stood in front of him with a brilliant smile on your cheeks. The dress came down to mid-thigh, and the sleeves definitely needed to go allowing your arms to breathe freely. It also gave a healthy bit of side boob action when facing the side, which he got an eye full of as you twirled. He didn’t know how you managed to find thigh-high socks but it was like god was blessing him and cursing him at the same time. Donnie wanted to dig into the soft flesh spilling ever so slightly over the edge of them, he felt like he was having extreme heart palpitations, and he needed to check his blood pressure. It didn’t help that the dress hugged every curve of your body perfectly, and the aptly named neckline sat unmoving from your neck. 

“Do I look good?” You asked eyes wide and pleading, you had put makeup on, a light purple eyeshadow that sparkled under the light and a dark lip stirred something in him. “Dee?” 

“You look pretty…” 

“Huh?” 

“I SAID YOU LOOK SHITTY!” He sputtered his hands flapping in front of his body, but you weren’t put off by the words, you had already heard his initial comment. His face was for sure flushing in color, you little minx. “I m-mean…” he fumbled as you giggled, 

“Thanks, Donatello. You did amazing.” 

“Oh god, you’re feeding my ego again. What did we talk about?” He tried to change the subject with a cough getting even more flustered by the praise. That was definitely something he wasn’t used to, “You’re gonna be the death of me.” 

“But wouldn’t that be a good way to go?” You teased walking over to him as he backed up slightly, he was pressed against the wall right near the door, his entire face dark and sweat beaded on his brow. Your body was pressed up against his plastron, as you shyly fluttered your lashes. His face was inches away from your own, and you could feel his breath hitch against his throat. It’s funny what a little bit of makeup and a good-looking outfit can do for your confidence, plus having a handsome guy in your room certainly helped.

Hold on since when was Donatello good-looking?

It seemed the both of you were locked in an intense stare off, neither one of you wanted to move to break the tension. You could’ve sworn his eyes had darted to your lips before a voice echoed through the door. 

“Are you almost done getting ready?” The door was being knocked on harshly, ah fuck Ari. Donatello tensed and before he could move your hand was over his mouth pressing him against the wall. 

“Stay put. Stay Quiet.” You scolded him and he let out a muffled squeak under your hand but nodded rapidly, “Good boy.” A loud whine that was thankfully muffled by your hand squeaked out of his mouth. The door opened and you stood in front of it, arm blocking it from opening so it couldn’t open the rest of the way. Ari huffed raising an eyebrow at you, 

“Oh you are,” She looked you up and down with quizzical amber eyes, almost like she could tell someone was up just by looking at you. “Almost. Need help finding a pair of shoes?” 

“No! I’m gonna wear my black flats,” You chirped trying not to glance at Donatello behind the door, who kept wiggling. “Or do I need sneakers?” 

“Flats should work just fine,” Ari hummed placing a hand on her hip, “you okay? You’re acting more than a little strange. Well, stranger than usual.” She teased but there was a hint of worry underneath her light tone. 

“I’m fine!” You said a little too quickly cause she tilted her head to the side eyes narrowing. “Seriously Ari, I’m okay, if anything I’m just a little nervous about the party. Social gatherings plus me an equal disaster. I don’t want to ruin this day for you.”

“Oh chiquita, you’re not going to ruin anything. If I didn’t want you there I simply wouldn’t have invited you. You’re like my sister, I want you there. Promise, plus,” She teased wiggling her fingers in your direction, “You look sexy as fuck you might steal my spotlight.” You made an indistinguishable noise of embarrassment, red swirling into your cheeks. “Kidding don’t pass out on me. Deep breaths you gay disaster.” 

“Pretty girls make me malfunction you know that!” You whined, Donnie made a sound that sounded like a laugh, and you pinched his cheeks between his fingers. “So do pretty boys, shame I don’t know any of them,” another indignant sound came from Donnie, it was a mix of a scoff and a laugh,

“That sounds oddly pointed and specific chiquita.” 

“Nah of course not.” 

“Rigggght.” She clicked her tongue, rolling her eyes “Meet me in the living room in fifteen ‘kay?” 

“Kay,” You smiled back slowly shutting the door, immediately dropping your hand from Donatello’s mouth. “Sorry Dee…” 

“It’s…alright. I could’ve kept quiet you know, no need for the muzzle.” 

“You? You could’ve kept quiet? Dee, I’m sorry but I really don’t believe that for a second.” You placed a hand on your side cocking out your hip, eyebrow-raising. 

“Fine. Don’t believe me, and no to the flats.” 

“What?” 

“The shoes. Wear the ankle boots with the chain.” 

“Okay master, fashion expert.” You teased slipping on the boots, “See you later Dee,” You turned to leave but he grabbed your wrist. You paused turning to face him cheeks red, 

“Stay safe, text me when you get home, please.” He spoke seriously, his finger rubbing against the skin on your wrist, right where the pulse was located. 

“I will. I promise.” 

Donatello stayed put for a little longer before swallowing thickly, pulling you close, and bumping his head against yours in a little headbutt. You smiled nuzzling his head back in a nudge of your own, “See you Friday.” 

“Friday.” He whispered voice a little shaky, his fingers let go of your wrist hesitantly before allowing you to head out the door. You gave one more wave before leaving him alone in your room, he brought his hand up to his plastron right above his heart. Well, he supposed he could clean a least a little bit before he left…it would be the right thing to do after all. 

You’d appreciate the cleanliness.

[catflowerqueen]

The more I think about it, the more I realize that, in addition to still being very heartbreaking, Moon’s casual indifference over Lunar yesterday points to yet another similarity they share—because it kind of reminds me of the indifference early Lunar had toward Sun and Monty. They weren’t being deliberately cruel, but they also didn’t go out of their way to be kind. They even had that discussion during the first (or maybe second?) extended conversation they had with Monty over how they did know the difference between right and wrong, and which actions were moral or immoral, and while they tried to uphold morality most of the time, sometimes they forewent it because Eclipse wanted them to do something else or they got “bored.”

And that’s really where Moon is now. He acknowledged in pretty much his first conversation with Sun and Earth that he knew killing was wrong/immoral, and he has tried to more or less stay on the moral path now—and many of his more recent questionable decisions come down to him thinking they would be the best way to protect his family (lying by omission to Sun about what Earth has apparently been doing—which also protects Earth if she really is unaware of it).

Which points to some interesting implications as far as the extent of KC’s influence back before he gained sentience, as well as which bits of code, exactly, Lunar got from Eclipse and the ways they may or may not have been altered or corrupted from Eclipse in turn having inherited them from Sun, Moon, or KC…

Actually, it might be really funny if Lunar got the fixation on beanbags from KC—some sort of warped perception of them being “safe spaces” (since KC was presumably supposed to be a “corrupted” safety protocol, although the truth about him actually being “corrupted” vs. deliberately designed like that is up for debate given what we just learned about the Creator) mixing in with Moon’s superficial duties as the naptime attendant, since people do often fall asleep on beanbags.

[sutaagaaru]

STAR BOY— NANAMI KENTO X READER

CHAPTER 02: NANAMI KENTO IS PROFESSIONAL.

౨ৎ synopsis: nanami kento is finally dragged out to a bar by his work colleague, satoru. against his better judgment he ends up drinking, and finds himself spending the night with a pretty girl. he can’t seem to stop thinking about her, or if he’ll ever see her again. turns out she’s closer than he thought….

౨ৎ content: slight flirting in the workplace, nobara is a keyboard warrior, gojo is probably shit stirring somewhere, inaccurate descriptions of the publishing and marketing world, my limited knowledge of good literature will soon become apparent, no really i think tokyo ghoul is the best piece of fiction ever created, do not trust my reading skills

౨ৎ chapter summary: news flash, the handsome man with whom you spent a night with at a bar is now your boss. things take an awkward (?) turn.

previous chapter // next chapter

“nanami?”

well that was certainly an unexpected turn of events. nanami could have laughed if he were the kind of man to do so, but instead he just stared at you in bewilderment. what sort of divine intervention was this?

you weren’t faring any better yourself. the amount of coincidences piling up here could have been written; how is it possible that the man you pulled onto the dance floor is now standing in front of you, as your new boss?

“ahem. good morning. my name is– well, i suppose you know my name, don’t you?” nanami paused to find his words, sitting down on his black leather chair, “before we get settled into your new job, it’s in our best interest to talk about… the night we spent together. we need to be professional.” he finished, not once letting himself make eye contact with you.

professional? you wondered to yourself. how on earth were you supposed to do that?

“you might do this sort of thing often, but i’m not familiar with it. do you want to ignore it and act like it didn’t happen or..” you responded casually. it’s actually quite difficult to act formal with your boss when he had you pressed up against him two days ago.

“i have to admit, i wasn’t expecting you to say it like that.” he chuckled lightly at the implication, letting his eyes meet with yours finally, “perhaps you’re right though… we can ignore it.”

he leaned back in his chair, his eyes studying your relaxed demeanor, “you’re handling this rather well, aren’t you?” he questioned.

“i figured since i know you pretty well enough already, there’s no need to be shy about it. we’re both adults, right?”

there was absolutely need.

you had a knack for hiding emotions, so you did everything in your power to conceal the desire to run out screaming.

“maybe i should have pried a little deeper into your occupation. then i’d have known not to dance with my new manager.”

“ah, well i suppose it was my bad for not introducing myself properly.” he paused, his eyes still fixated on you before speaking again. “do you… regret it?”

“that depends, has my job officially started yet? i have two different answers, and one of them isn’t for my superior.” you genuinely had no idea where you were pulling these responses from. was it possible to still be drunk two days after consumption? maybe you had contracted an airborne virus on the way here, and its indecent side effects were only just surfacing.

amused, nanami glanced at the clock, tapping his fingers against the desk before looking back at you. “no, not yet. you’re not officially on the clock until our talk is finished, so let’s hear this answer.”

“then, no, i don’t. the only regrets i do have for that weekend was having one too many cocktails. you were definitely not one of them.” you answered honestly. this whole conversation was making sure everything was on the table before the situation was resolved, so the truth couldn’t be a bad thing.

nanami wasn’t sure what response he expected to hear, but was glad to hear you at least didn’t regret the weekend entirely.

“so that’s why you came onto me?” he quipped before he stopped himself, quickly shifting back into his professional persona.

he cleared his throat, sitting up straight in his chair before continuing to speak. “i’m glad to hear that there isn’t any grief on your end, then…”

“i wasn’t that drunk, nanami. since this will be our last time discussing this, i may as well be transparent. i did those things because you were interesting, obviously attractive, and i found your blatant lack of respect for your friend gojo quite entertaining.” you explained, and you didn’t seem to notice the way his lips upturned into a slight smile at the praise from you.

wait…

“hold on, you said he was a work colleague. does that mean he’s here too?”

the speed at which nanami’s somewhat neutral face shifted into sheer dread could only be described as phenomenal.

“regretfully, he does work in this building. i can only apologise in advance for what you’ll have to deal with once he realises you are here.” the man in front of you grimaced at the thought.

“surely he can’t be that bad now that he’s sober.” you giggled.

“he was sober the entire night.”

“oh.”

“in any case, you won’t see him often. he works in the design department so we only have occasional meetings with his staff.” nanami informed you.

“right, well, i’m sure i’ll hear him before i see him. from the little i know about gojo, i’d say he’s quite… eccentric.”

“eccentric is a polite way of saying he’s a complete and utter nuisance. regardless, i’m glad we could have this discussion as two professionals. i’m aware you were pleased with your success of being accepted here, and i wouldn’t want either of us to feel any awkwardness moving forward.”

thinking back on when you first met nanami, he had a disheveled look about him. now, as he stood from his chair to extend a hand to you, you finally took in his appearance. his hair was neat and proper, a watch wrapped around his wrist which no doubt cost more than your rent, and a bluish suit that contrasted his stern image and features. you thought he couldn’t have looked more attractive than when you saw him at the bar, but you were proven wrong with ease. even the way he held out his hand for you added to his charm.

you quickly chastised yourself– you’d literally just finished a discussion about being professional in the workplace– and took his hand in yours to shake.

as nanami felt your hand grip his, he was taken back to the memory of doing exactly that at the bar. your hands were still as soft as he remembered, and your firm grip only cemented the idea that you were a strong-willed woman. the darker parts of him supposed that it would be a delight to watch you squirm and fall weak against his embrace–

what has gotten into him?

“so, now we got that out of the way, i’m ready to start working. it’s a pleasure to be working under your department.” you let go of his hand, giving a polite bow.

“yes, i’ll show you to your desk,” nanami strolled over to the door of his office, opening it and gesturing you towards it, “shall we?”

౨ৎ…

not long after you were situated at your desk, you were greeted by multiple of your new colleagues, one of which was the dark haired woman who showed you to nanami’s office.

“you’re settling in well. my name’s shoko, by the way. what do you think of the manager?” shoko asked you.

“well, he seems really nice. friendly, too. i’m excited to work with everyone here.” you answered, deciding it was clearly best not to mention you’d already met him.

“friendly, huh? i’m surprised you said that, most people who are new here are scared of him at first. then they realise he just doesn’t have a lot of facial expressions.”

briefly, you wondered to yourself why he was much more different with you.

“did you meet nanami when you started working here?” you questioned. you could see yourself being friends with shoko, despite the fact she was much more calm, for lack of a better word, than your usual friends.

“no, he actually got me this job a few years back. i’ve known him since we were in high school.”

she must be friends with gojo too, you thought.

“well, i’m swimming in paperwork, so i need to go back to my desk. usually nanami asks someone from our team to help you with training and a tour, so just sit back and wait. unless you want to come for a smoke break with me…?” she raised her eyebrows , and you chuckled.

“i’ll have to pass. thank you anyway!” and with that, shoko retreated to her desk, leaving you alone.

while you waited for your training, you pulled out your phone from your bag so you could send a text.

you: i have news

may potentially need to be seated for this

nobara: i’m sat. tell us. i’m foaming at the mouth

maki: so dramatic

but what is it

you: so remember how this weekend i was talking with that insanely attractive man and i forgot to get his number

maki: you were doing more than talking but yes continue

you: i sort of bumped into him today

nobara: shut up

how

when

where

you: what would you do if i told you that he is my manager at work

maki: ur joking 💀

you: i’m really not

and he said we should be “professional”

nobara: TOO LATE FOR THAT

this is why i choose to stay away from men

maki: i mean he is your manager now

you: yeah and i agreed with him but how am i supposed to do that when all i can think about is how he’s seen the inside of my mouth

maki: okay. didn’t need the visual image of that

nobara: what are you gonna do?

you didn’t have the time to respond as you looked up to see nanami heading for the direction of your desk.

“are you ready for your training and a tour of the department?” the man asked as you placed your phone back into your bag.

“yes, let’s do it.” you answered, standing up and once again noting how much taller he was than you.

as you followed nanami through the office, shoko gave a confused yet amused look to him, though if he saw her face, he did not acknowledge it.

“of course you are permitted to eat at your desk, especially if you become busy during the day, but if you’d like a quiet place to eat during breaks, this is where you can go.” nanami opened the door of what was clearly a break room, with a little kitchen and large tables with enough chairs for plenty of people to sit.

“do you go in there often?” you asked him, making small talk while trying to avoid staring at him for too long.

“rarely. if i do find time to leave my desk, i make a visit to the bakery across the street from our building.”

“i think i walked past that on the way in here! it smelled amazing.” you commented, the savoury scent of freshly baked bread emanating from the bakery made your stomach growl when you had walked by.

“if you ever visit, be sure to try their homemade bread. it’s perhaps the best tasting bread i’ve had.” nanami gave a small smile in your direction and you practically felt your heart pounding. why is it that everything this man did was irresistibly charming?

“follow me, i’ll show you to the print room.”

two hours later, once your tour of the office and basic training was completed, you were walked back to your desk by nanami.

“i hope that you found that to be of help. if you have any questions about anything please let me know, i want to make sure you’re comfortable here.” he spoke politely as he passed you a list of passwords and other information for you to keep.

“of course nanami, i’ll definitely take you up on that if i need anything, thank you so much.” you gave a cheerful smile and he returned it with a nod and a faint upturn of his lips.

naturally your eyes wandered in nanami’s direction as he walked back to his office, and you noticed that your desk gave you a perfect view of him through his window. you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him, feeling like a creep for just staring, seeing him organise paperwork.

briefly, nanami looked upwards, directly at you, and you quickly looked down.

“okay, what’s going on with you and nanami?” shoko asked, and you froze.

then she added, “he never does training or anything himself. like i said, he’ll usually get one of us to do it because he’s ’too busy’. did you slip something into his coffee or something?”

you released a breath you forgot you were holding and gave shoko a sheepish laugh, “nothing like that. i guess my charm rubs off on everybody, even nanami.” and you hoped that you played it off well.

nanami kento was torn. he’d returned to his office desk and quite swiftly realised he had a direct view of you at the bullpen. it should be fine, you were work colleagues, you should be maintaining a professional work relationship. you should be.

but as he tried to will himself to focus on the mountain of work in front of him, his eyes were not cooperating with him, and kept drifting back to you.

you; with your alluring personality, your beautiful features, and that smile. that damn smile was becoming like a drug to him, and it was a lethal dosage. it was burned in his mind the minute he met you, and knowing he’d have to be attacked with it every single day, made him itch.

nanami simply watched shoko speaking with you, paperwork be damned, and yet again your lips parted. there you were, beaming just like you were the night he kissed you. with your hands in his hair, hips pressed against him, tongue dancing with his.

oh, how he wished he could have his hands gripping your waist again. nanami would do anything, he thought, to find what really makes you tick. if he placed a finger in that pretty mouth, would you like it? or perhaps if he left kisses, from your jaw, all the way down your body? what sounds would you make? you really were so confident, so strong, and something tells him that you’d love nothing more than for him to break you, reduce you to a whining mess, one that only knows one word–

“nanami?” he heard from behind his door, pulling him out of whatever sinful path he was making for himself.

“yes, what is it?” he responded to the voice while fixing his pants, which were suddenly rather tight. how was he supposed to get rid of that?

“i’m from the design department, gojo wanted me to tell you he’s scheduled a meeting for the both of you in about 5 minutes.” the woman explained.

well, that’s one way to get rid of it.

౨ৎ…!

author’s note: wow this took me way longer to write than i had planned. ever so sorry for the delay, i’m currently typing these words right now while i am on vacation in portugal. the chapter updates will be so scattered but i will try writing way more frequently!!!

also this was kinda just filler really. it will be a nice little segue into the workplace sexiness that is about to unfold. i hope this chapter makes sense because i think i have lost my mind trying to write it.

see you in the next chapter!

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Shadow of Obsession | Spencer Reid x F! Reader

Part Two

Series summary: In which you find that love is an obsession that can quickly spiral out of control.

Also cross-posted on Wattpad and AO3. Link to my masterlist for everything else I’ve posted!

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Finale

"And for a glimpse of her, I'd run to the ends of the Earth."

You wake before the sun rises, your mind still an entangled web of thoughts from the night before. Rubbing your eyes, you quickly remember that Spencer stayed over and you at least owe him breakfast. You know that the futon isn't the most comfortable, especially not for someone his size. And though you had told him at least two more times before bed that he didn't have to stay, he was adamant that he didn't mind. And plus, it's not the first time he's stayed over and you hope it isn't the last. It's nice to be able to wake up and have someone there. Things can get lonely sometimes.

With sleep still heavy in your eyes, you walk to the kitchen and decide to make pancakes; something simple yet sweet enough to satiate Spencer's sweet tooth. Plus it's a good excuse to use the strawberries in your fridge, they're about to go bad in a few days.

It doesn't take long before the pancakes are ready and the smell wakes Spencer. You try to hide your smile as he saunters to the table, his hair messy from the night. It's endearing, how casual he is when it's just the two of you. Usually Spencer is guarded to some extent, but when it's just the two of you, there's nothing to hide. You had seen each other at extreme lows and celebrated the highs together for years.

"These are so good." He says as he goes to take another bite. You're still not sure how he's so thin considering his diet is likely 70% sugar. And you've often thought that if things don't work out with the BAU that you could find employment at Spencer's personal chef.

"Take as many berries as you want." You nudge the container over to him, hoping he takes more so that they don't go to waste. Thankfully he reaches in for another handful of them.

You finish your breakfast before he does, and you try to hide the yawns from him. But unfortunately, he can read you just a little too well. Before he even opens his mouth to ask a question you see him frown and his eyebrows draw close.

"How'd you sleep?" He finally asks, breaking the momentary silence. You contemplate lying for only a split second but realize it wouldn't be worth the argument.

"Not well. My mind just kept racing." You tell him, to which his frown deepens. He eats another strawberry before he answers.

"I've been there before. It's easy to fixate on something and obsess over it. But we'll find out who sent them, Monday morning." His tone of finality puts you at ease, and you hope he's right. Even if he thinks this endeavor is silly, you know he will help you see it through, that's just how you two are.

You offer him a soft thanks and let the room fall back into a comfortable silence. And for the first time ever you find yourself anxious for a Monday morning.

-----

The air is crisp as you walk into work Monday, your footsteps are quick and your heart pounds, eager to get some answers. Your bag slung over your shoulder hits your back with every step, exacerbating the nerves. Before Spencer left on Sunday evening, he had assured you that he would go with you to ask the receptionist and you hope he's already in the office waiting on you, for you're not sure if you have the strength to wait for him.

When the elevator dings you rush into the office, but your mood is instantly turned sour. Something just isn't right. You feel Derek's eyes on you, you see Emily peek at you from overtop her monitor. Even JJ lets her gaze linger as she walks by. And eventually your eyes land on Spencer, who's standing in front of your desk with an unreadable expression.

Quickly, you walk to your desk and see what's caused the off kilter atmosphere. There, in the middle of your desk, is a brand new bouquet of flowers. A mixture of red, yellow, and white tulips. They're beautiful, but for some reason they make your stomach turn. Your eyes are quick to see the note hidden amongst the green stems, and you snatch it from the vase.

"Each bloom is a chapter of our story so far, a story not yet complete." You read out loud, blood feeling like ice running through your veins. With a shaking hand you pass the note to Spencer, whose eyes betray his calm demeanor.

"This is-this is not a coincidence." He confirms your fears and you nod, fighting back the bile in your throat.

"What do these flowers mean, Spence?" You ask him, trying to keep your voice level to mask just how unnerved you are. He sighs and looks at the flowers before speaking.

"Red represents passion and love, yellow stands for hopeless love and jealousy, and white is forgiveness." He says, your eyes moving to each color as he speaks.

"Forgiveness?" It strikes you odd that whoever is sending these included something that represents forgiveness. Spencer's eyes narrow and you can tell he's using his profiler mind and not his friend mind anymore.

"It's like whoever sent these is telling you they forgive you of something, and that they still hold strong romantic feelings." His words do not comfort you.

"What would they have to forgive me for?" You shake your head, trying to find some sort of answer. You stayed holed up in your apartment with Spencer all weekend. It's not like you were around other people where you could've inadvertently offended someone.

"I'm not sure." Spencer's voice is still soft, and he lays the note next to the vase.

"What should we do?" You ask, hoping he has some idea. You're not sure if you should make a deal of this or just leave it be and hope that whoever is responsible loses interest soon. Spencer shrugs,

"That's up to you. I'll support whatever you decide." He says, resting a hand on your shoulder.

Before he returns to his desk your eyes linger on the flowers. You're no closer to an answer than you were a few moments ago and so you hope that the answer will come to you as you go about your day.

But trying to concentrate on your mystery becomes increasingly difficult as the maintenance workers continue replacing the cameras. Their tools are noisy, they're noisy, and it doesn't allow for an atmosphere that condones constructive thinking in any capacity. The sound of a drill echoes through the bullpen and you stand from your desk, unable to take it any longer.

Your feet take you to the one place you know those workers wouldn't dare try to install cameras, Penelope's office. You knock on her door and her smiling face answers in record time. She welcomes you into her office which is quiet and you feel yourself relax instantly.

"Welcome back." She smiles as she shuts the door behind you. You take a seat and are immediately grateful that she's so secretive and protective over her technology.

"Thank you for letting me stay here for a little." You practically invite yourself into her space but you know she won't mind. You let your eyes close in an attempt to try and concentrate and she takes her own seat and types for a little while before you hear her chair spin around.

"I love having you here, don't get me wrong, but, why exactly are you here?" You knew her curiosity was going to get the best of her. And you suppose that if you're invading her space you owe her at least a little bit of an explanation.

"The people installing the new cameras are too loud, couldn't think." You tell her with a sigh and run a hand over your face to try and rid the frustration that lingers.

"It's weird that it's taking them more than a day. I haven't been able to connect to them yet." She says and glances over at her monitor.

"I wish you could. Someone left flowers again." You further explain, knowing that you can trust her. Besides Spencer, Penelope has grown to be one of your closest confidants. You see her eyebrow arch.

"More flowers?" You nod, confirming her question.

"With a note this time. Each flower represented a chapter of our unwritten story." You summarize for her, trying to remain calm and collected about the incident while your mind still runs a mile a minute trying to figure it out.

Penelope's face turns from curious to worried; she's less skilled at hiding her emotions than you. Instead of watching her micro-expressions change as her thoughts race as well, you look down at your hands and pick at the skin around your nails. It's an old habit you had kicked a while ago, thanks to the constant nagging of Spencer, but it seems the stress has caused the urge to resurface.

"I'm sure you all will be able to figure it out, you always do." Penelope finally settles on reassurance when she breaks the silence. You really want to believe her, but an odd feeling settles within you, one that tells you this is going to be anything but easy.

You decide to take refuge in her office for the rest of the day.

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The keys on your keyring jingle as you unlock your door. It's dark when you enter and you figure you must have forgot to turn a lamp on before you left this morning. Usually it's part of your routine, but with everything that's been going on lately it's entirely likely it just slipped your mind.

Without a thought you sling your bag on your couch and shuffle over to the lamp. Your apartment is bathed in warm lighting and you go to close the curtains. Spencer isn't staying over during the week, though you know he would if you asked him to. But really, there's no practical need, he just makes you feel safe.

You go about your evening routine as usual, cleaning the sink from the weekend and tidying up the messes you let go for too long. As you fold the blankets Spencer had used over the weekend, you notice how they still smell like him. Your chest aches slightly as you realize he won't be out here tonight, but fold it up and drape it over the back of the couch, not letting yourself dwell on the thought for too long.

The sound of your phone dinging distracts you momentarily, and the message confuses you.

'Did you retag the evidence I collected on the last case by chance?'

The message is from Spencer, and your eyebrows draw tight in confusion. You type a reply back, telling him you hadn't touched the evidence at all. Why would you have retagged his evidence? The message just adds further confusion to the day, and your eyes grow heavy. Spencer doesn't end up replying and so you plug your phone in and get into bed.

The room is dark, which usually you enjoy, but now, it just feels ominous. You know it's unreasonable, but you get back up and recheck that the front door is locked. It is, like it always is. But your mind isn't content with that knowledge. On impulse, you grab your service weapon and take it back to the bedroom with you, laying it on your nightstand. You then lock your bedroom door before getting back into bed.

You know that your behavior is likely overboard and overdramatic for the situation, but you can't help but to think of all the other cases you've worked that started out exactly like this. It always starts with something small, something insignificant, but then it grows into something bigger, something dangerous.

Multiple women you recall have fallen victim to someone who was obsessed with them. And it was never just for one common reason, no, the people who obsessed over them did it for different reasons. And that's one of the reasons that the flowers are striking so much fear into you. You're not sure why you were chosen, what you did that triggered this, and it's the unknown that makes you uncomfortable.

Throughout the night you toss and turn, body becoming coated in a light layer of sweat from anxiety and stress. No matter what you do or try to think about, your mind brings you right back to colorful petals. The words left on the note echo in your mind and they intermingle with Spencer's voice as he explained what the flowers represent.

This is the first night in a long time that you were unable to get a wink of sleep.

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Unknown POV

Before I leave work for the day I decide to stop by the sixth floor. The lights are all off so I know nobody is in there, which is strange because the agents in the BAU are known for working late and odd hours, but I don't question it. Opening the glass doors I make my way to her desk, where I see both bundles of flowers still on her desk where I left them.

A hot rage surges through me, why hadn't she taken any of them home? They're all beautiful flowers, I would only allow for the best of quality to be used in her bouquets.

But soon my rage is turned to worry; what if she's allergic? Or what if they're not her favorite kinds of flowers? Have I been underperforming this entire time? Is that why she hasn't taken them home with her?

My heart drops in my chest and I know I have to do better. She deserves it. Looking around I decide to take a trip to the evidence room. Luckily my badge has permissions to let me in and to my joy, there's evidence that has yet to be catalogued. There to the right is a box full of blank tags and I waste no time.

I find every piece of evidence with his name on it and switch it out for tags that bear her name. He doesn't deserve the credit for helping solve the case, no, not when I know it's her brilliant mind that likely carried the entire investigation. Once again just another example of how nobody appreciates her enough, not like me.

Maybe this will give her some of the recognition she deserves. It barely scratches the surface of what she's fully worthy of, but I am willing to do whatever it takes for her to shine, for her to finally notice me and how devoted I am to her.

A fuzzy feeling resides in my chest as I think about her getting the credit she's rightfully owed. Oh, her smile would be so bright, so beautiful. And as I tie the knot in the last tag I feel the urge to check on her tonight. Checking the watch on my wrist, I know that if I leave now I'll likely make it before she turns off the lights.

And for a glimpse of her, I'd run to the ends of the Earth.

But just as I'm leaving I hear footsteps in the office, seems like they're not all gone after all. Before whoever it is rounds the corner, I hurry to leave so that it seems I was never there.

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"It's just weird. I know I tagged these just earlier yesterday morning." You and Spencer stand in the evidence room where you see his evidence has been tagged with your name. It's not handwriting that you recognize either.

You take a tag in your hand and inspect it closer, as if the answer would just jump out at you. But with no such luck you sigh and drop the tag with your name on it.

"I don't know Spencer. I swear I didn't touch it." You tell him and he looks over to you momentarily and nods.

"I know you didn't, you didn't come in here at all yesterday. In fact, I didn't see anyone else come in here after me." His eyebrows scrunch together as he recalls yesterday with perfect precision.

"So that means someone came in here after we were gone." You conclude, it's the only thing that makes sense. His eyes meet yours and you sense the underlying worry he's trying to hard to hide.

"It's the only thing that makes sense." He says, and the two of you stand in silence, looking at the incorrect tags.

Unable to stand the sight of them any longer you take them off and replace them with ones that are labeled with Spencer's name. An unsettling feeling comes over you as you wonder who may have had the motivation to do this. And unfortunately there's only one person who comes to mind, though you don't know who they are.

You and Spencer leave the evidence room without another word, the two of you wrapped up in your own thoughts. And you know when and if he has something to say that he will come to you, and vice versa.

The two of you return to your respective desks and you sit rigidly, staring at the flowers. It's like they're taunting you, but you know it's best not to throw them away here, for whoever is keeping an eye on you would likely take great offense to it. Instead, you push them to the side, where they will hopefully stay out of sight and mind. 

The typing of your team members acts as white noise while you mechanically go through reports you need to finalize. Everyone had given their final edits to the official reports, they're all just waiting on you, and you know Hotch is likely to become agitated if you don't get your final approval in soon. 

Your eyes scan over the documents and just before you go to submit your final approval, you notice something odd. Scrolling back up on the document you see that a detail of the case was altered. Where it should have read "Agent Morgan apprehended the suspect" it now reads that you apprehended the suspect. 

With shock you read it over and over again to make sure your eyes weren't playing tricks on you, but sure enough the words stay the same. You print off the page and take it to Spencer, trying to act as nonchalant as possible. He reads the report with inhuman speed, his eyebrows creasing together. He keeps his voice low and level when he speaks, 

"That's not how it read when I gave my approval." He confirms and you thank him before moving to Derek's desk. The chain of approval had gone from Spencer to Derek, then to Emily, JJ, and Rossi before you. If necessary, you'll take it to each of them to figure out when the change was made. 

"What's up sweet thing?" Derek asks when you approach him. Trying your best you give a weak smile before handing him the page. 

"I just noticed the detail wasn't right and I just wondered what had happened." You use your skillset to keep your tone of voice nonchalant. Derek reads over the page and shakes his head, 

"No, I would've noticed if that had been changed." His eyes narrow at the paper before he hands it back to you. You thank him before moving on down the line. 

By the time you get to Rossi, each one of them had denied seeing or making the change. And you have no reason to doubt them, they're all very detail oriented and have no motivation to make such a change. But then if it wasn't one of them, who could it have been?

Feeling a pit of dread in your stomach, you take the page to Hotch. In his office he sees you enter and lays his pen to the side. His expression is stoic as per usual and you lay the piece of paper on his desk in front of him. He reads the page and then reads it again before he finally looks at you. 

"Why are you showing this to me?" You can clearly hear the confusion in his voice, and you realize that it may look like you're trying to alter events yourself. A shock runs through your body and your eyes grow wide, with a quick shake of your head you point to the altered sentence.

"Nobody made those changes, sir. And I just noticed the change right before I almost submitted my approval." You explain to him with rushed words. Hotch looks between you and the paper once again. 

"So you're telling me that after Rossi submitted his approval that someone altered the report?" Hotch clarifies and you nod,

"That's exactly what I'm saying." Hotch's stoic expression remains unchanged. 

"Leave this here with me. Change the report back and make no further deal about it. This, paired with the evidence re-tagging and flowers is highly unusual and something we need to be vigilant about. Keep your cards close to you." Hotch orders and you nod, letting go of the paper so he can stow it away in his desk where it's sure to be safe from prying eyes. 

As you walk back out into the bullpen, you feel several pairs of eyes on you. You keep your eyes trained ahead of you and try to block out all thoughts and emotions as you return to your desk. 

You act as if you're returning to your normal work, when instead you're going back into the archives and reading previous reports. You're curious as to what else could have been altered, things that maybe went unnoticed, simply overlooked. 

By the end of the day, your eyes sting from staring at the screen for hours on end. Everyone begins leaving and you offer them half-hearted goodbyes, too consumed with finding other altered reports. It's only when it hits eight o'clock that Spencer finally gives in. 

"Okay, come on. We've been here for over twelve hours. You need some rest." He says, taking your jacket off the back of your chair and handing it to you. With bloodshot eyes you look up at him, feeling tired but fueled by adrenaline and the need to know. 

"Spencer I-"

"No, come on. We're getting you home." He says and reaches over to turn your monitor off. With a sigh, you relent and grab your jacket. 

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Unknown POV

My hands clench the binoculars tightly as I see him walk in behind her. It's a work night and he's here? He should know better than to bother her when she needs a good night's sleep. I watch as he closes her door and makes himself at home. He goes into her kitchen and makes them dinner, which he serves her at the table. 

He's sitting too close to her, he's smiling at her too much. I see the way he looks at her when she speaks, as if he's concerned about what she's saying. But I know the truth. He's only there to get something out of her. Whether it's an ego boost or something much worse, I know he's only using her. Just like he uses her on cases. He takes her ideas and takes credit for them, to which he is praised to no end. 

After dinner my eyes are glued to her as the puts her hair up and approaches the window. Her hands rest on her hips as she looks around, and I take extra care to stay absolutely still. Even from the window I can see how beautiful she is. She has an effortless beauty most can never achieve. 

But the moment is short lived as he comes over and closes the curtains for her. Through the sheer material I see him wrap an arm around her waist and lead her further into the apartment, away from the window. 

Afraid I may break the binoculars, I put them down and decide to leave for the evening to get to work. If he wants to keep her from me, then I must do more to command her attention. She has to see what I can offer her, how I can make her life so much easier. She has to see how he's using her.

It's time I take things up a notch, so she can see that there is no lengths that are too great for her. 

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"Spencer you really don't have to do this." You say with guilt residing heavily in your chest. The man is unrelenting though. 

"I know I don't have to, but I want to. You would do exactly the same for me if the roles were reversed." You bite your tongue, knowing he's right. He takes your silence as a victory and adjusts his position under the blankets. 

After making dinner, Spencer insisted that he stay with you tonight. He said he could tell that your nerves are shot and that he knew you well enough to know you'd never be able to sleep alone in your apartment. Both of those things had been correct, but you feel terrible. You know the couch is uncomfortable for him, and you wish he'd think of himself for once. But while you feel guilty that he's staying, a part of you is happy that he's here. 

"Well, I appreciate it, you know." You tell him, standing awkwardly in front of him as he lays on your couch. He smiles softly, 

"I know. Now get to bed, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow." His eyes glimmer in the soft lamp-light, and you feel your cheeks heat up. You wish him a good night before returning to your bedroom. 

Tonight you don't lock your bedroom door and you don't keep your service weapon on your nightstand. You feel confident and safe with Spencer just a few feet away. As you get comfortable in bed, you begin thinking of ways you can repay his generosity. He's done more than enough for you lately, and he deserves to be thanked properly.

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Walking into work the next day, things are eerily quiet, which is never a good sign. Everyone seems to be glued to their screens, not bothering to tell you good morning. With nerves shooting up your spine, you put your bag down and turn your monitor on. Things are just as you left them, not even the flowers at the edge of your desk have been tampered with. Everything appears to be normal, but it feels anything but. 

You try to ignore the suffocating atmosphere to pick up where you left off yesterday. You read report after report, but don't see anything that's been altered. The buzz of your phone gains your attention and you see a message from Penelope. 

'When you get a chance could you please stop by my office?'

You put your phone in your back pocket and decide to bring her a cup of coffee. Due to the unusual quietness in the office, you hear two people talking as you approach and you hear your name come up in the conversation. Keeping a low profile, you hang back and try to listen.

"Something just doesn't feel right about it. I mean, all of this starts after the media gives Spencer the credit? I don't want to say anything but, it just seems too much of a coincidence." Derek's words make you sick to your stomach, you know exactly what he's talking about.

"I don't know, I don't think she would do something like this though." Emily's voice is heard next. You hear Derek sigh, 

"I don't either, but who else could it be? We both saw what was changed. It's in my files and it's in your files. Maybe yesterday's discovery was on purpose, throw us all off the trail." Your eyebrows crease together, had they found more changes? And is Derek implying that you made those changes yourself?

Unable to stop yourself, you walk into the break room like you hadn't been eavesdropping and the two of them act casually, as if they hadn't been talking about you. Your heart thumps as their words echo in your mind.

Derek had brought up a case two months ago that caught national attention. It was a case of a serial killer that had been killing women in what seemed like a random pattern, but once you dug deep into the clues left behind you found out it was anything but random. The killer had been finding women who were having affairs behind their husbands' back, women who were having inappropriate relationships with their professors, or any other taboo relationship and killing them as a result. The killer would dump the bodies in empty fields. Some of the victims had their hair shaved, their teeth pulled out, their legs disfigured; and it all seemed so random. 

You dug deeper into the victimology for days and found the connection of illicit affairs. It wasn't long until you connected the dots and found out that the unsub was meeting these women under the pretense of hooking up, and then he took their most redeeming, or seductive, quality from them. It was difficult to figure out how the unsub was finding these women, but eventually the team had figured out that the unsub was employing several methods of finding them. He found some on dating apps, some on college campuses, and some at bars. 

And when the media picked up the story, they had all published that Spencer Reid was the mastermind behind the arrest. While that wasn't entirely true, it wasn't a complete lie either. You had worked together like you do in every other case. Sure, it upset you slightly that you weren't given your credit, but you got over it quickly. You and the team knew the truth and that was all that mattered to you. To be honest, the whole ordeal was almost forgotten by you. 

You quickly make Garcia's coffee before leaving the break room, Derek and Emily still lingering in there. They probably want to continue their conversation. It irritates you that they think you're the one who altered the document, and you wonder what else they found that's leading them to that conclusion. But for now it seems like they want to keep their cards close to their chests. 

Penelope welcomes you into her office with a strained smile, and you can't help but wonder if she's also suspicious of you. But you say nothing, instead you let her speak. She offers you a chair and then spins around to face her many monitors. 

Her voice is quiet and calmer than usual. 

"I was finally able to connect back into the cameras out there. And, something just doesn't make sense." She says and pulls up a footage file. The camera footage plays and you keep your eyes glued to the screen but you don't se what she's talking about. Looking over to her, you shrug your shoulders.

"I didn't see anything out of the ordinary." You admit. Penelope's lips fall apart and she rewinds the video. 

"Right here. The shadow on the floor changed. Watch it again." She rewinds a little bit further and sure enough, you catch the moment that the shadow seems to jump on the floor. 

"Okay so the shadow changed, maybe someone turned on a light? You try to rationalize and explain away the sharp change. But it doesn't seem like Penelope is buying the story. She sighs and looks back at the screen.

"The footage has been altered. All of the cameras have. The shadow is there for exactly ten minutes on each camera and then the shadow goes back to normal. And nobody else is seen exiting the office after the change." She explains, a familiar dread creeping up within you. 

"So someone didn't want us to see what happened in here last night." You state, voice void of all emotion. Penelope just simply swallows and nods. 

A part of you wants to run for the hills, away from this person and the chaos they're creating. The other part of you, the profile part, is becoming more and more determined to find out who this is and put an end to their antics. 

You thank Penelope for showing you and ask her to save the footage in a secure place. Your determined nature is overpowering the childlike fear that threatens your mind; you're ready to get your hands dirty and get to work.

When you walk back into the bullpen you see Derek, JJ, Emily, Rossi, and Spencer all looking at you with a quizzical, and perhaps slightly skeptical look in their eye. First thing's first, you need to figure out why they think you're responsible for the document changes.

Part Three

[shroudcryptid]

553 words, WolElidi. Werebeast AU. Insect cw.

How irritating, that merely scouting a job had led to this. The people in this border region of the Twelveswood were few and far between, and those with the eyes to notice his brethren even more so. 

The massive, deep green paw flexed by his head, talons easily as long as his hand emerging and scouring furrows through the earth of the den. Casually, Elidibus pulled his outstretched arm closer to the relative safety of his body. 

His hood was haphazardly pooled around his shoulders, the creature whose furry chest was pinning his entire torso and legs having delicately pulled it down, with those teeth that could have taken his head off his shoulders with greater ease. The creature that was now roughly grooming his exposed hair. Spined tongue sweeping through his shaggy mess as deep as a comb’s tines. 

It… would be a hassle, to abandon this body when there was still the chance of getting more use from it. How long did this creature intend to keep him for, though? Already this was more work than he’d put into this body’s hair in the combined months he’d had it. 

He said as much to the beast, more for himself than it, doing what little he could do to keep his mouth out of the dirt. His lips were still brushing it. 

Barely an inch from his eye, a pale grub escaped from the clawed furrows, wriggled its way back beneath a scrap of rough bark. His eyebrow didn’t twitch, because he had more control than that, but it was close.

Seemingly in response to his comment, the beast paused in its attack upon his hair, and chuffed above his head. 

Briefly, Elidibus wondered what species it was. It was a green unlike any native coeurl or torama. It had also far longer fur than them, a shaggy coat instead of a sleek covering. 

The green fur brought to mind a creature he faintly recalled seeing an eternity ago, in the testing grounds of Elpis. Why…. Of all things, why had he managed to recall that. The person he’d discussed it with…. 

The memory slipped through his grasp, fading like mist before the sun. Above him, the creature abruptly let its head fall beside him. 

He tilted his head to see, looking for any injury tiring it, and instead met a single large, yellow eye, angled back to stay fixated upon him. 

“Surely you must grow hungry eventually.” Elidibus says, evenly. Meeting the beast’s intense gaze. “Am I to be sustenance, played with and stashed away for your later whim?” This vessel, at least. “Or will you grow weary of me and sate your hunger elsewhere? Devour those lesser beasts that call this wood home? How many it must take, to satisfy a beast of your size.”

His cast was interrupted by a massive paw slamming into his chest, the blow sending him crashing into a trunk. The wind fled his vessels chest, and as he gasped for breath, the paw returned to pin him, sharp talons growing from their sheaths and sinking into the wood around him. His head was just between two of them, brushing against his cheeks, so close to his vulnerable flesh that he couldn’t even turn. Lower, other talons were sinking through his robes beneath his shoulders.