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Can I request some head cannons on how the butterfly girls (kanae and shinobu) would react to a nun s/o who’s completely covered in the generic holy garbs and the head covering never showing hair or anything other than face and hands

Who’s also still has their maidens head intact, generally unfallen I’m terms of romance typically doesn’t groom bodily hair due to covered form and doesn’t seem to interested in intimacy (flourish contact)

Honestly amazed when she first met you

Did a full-on bow and cross sign when she talked to you

Constantly stares admires you whenever you're in the same area as you

"(Y/N)-chan, you're so pretty, you know that?"

Feels a close bond to you and admires how pure you are

Constantly going to you for help whether its spiritually or just general guidance

Immediately tries to become friends with you...and succeeds

Will put herself in between any weird guy that tries to talk to you

"Oh. (Y/N)-chan, is this your friend?" looking at the guy while giving him a sweet but threating smile

Will try and move you into the butterfly mansion, understands if you won't though

Installs a prayer room for you though

Has an almost overprotective sister feeling towards you

Will definitely run and covers your ears whenever something unholy is said, even if it's just curse words

Is a little shocked when she firsts sees you

Instantly senses the cool-headedness and content within you

Admires you for it

Sees you as a guidance figure at first but soon warms up when she realizes you're around the same age

"Eh-(Y/N) why did you become a nun so young?"

Will not put up with any disrespect for you

Sunshine x sunshine protector

Always asks you for help before doing something

Has the younger girls go to you for help

Will have you join the butterfly mansion

Even gives you an official job...who's gonna tell her that nuns aren't used against demons like that...

Tries to keep you innocent

"(Y/N) you shouldn't go near guys like that, who knows what might happen" "I'm inexperienced not stupid"

Has fought someone on your behalf more than once

feels an immediate sense of safety when she firsts meet you

Stares up at you and tries to see anything she can

Instantly runs to cover you if more skin then usual is showing (GASP an ankle!)

Sits in the same room with you just because she likes to

Stands by you and glares at anyone who tries to come near you

Guardian x protective child

Accompanies you to any religious ceremonies outside of the mansion

Quickly shuts any guy up that makes a backhanded comment towards you

God forbid they say it straight up (GASPx2 the lords name in vain)

Will not, and has not, hesitated to deck someone for you

Tries to teach you basic self defense....safe to say you're always gonna be protected

Sees a religious icon and immediate thinks of you

Looks up to you and wonders what life would be like if she followed your footsteps

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More on my ghost hunter mc x obey me obsession…

When you finally turned back into your human form after Belphie killed you there was no mistaking your identity. There were only a limited amount of people who were well known in all three realms, and you just so happened to be the only ghost hunter. Having performed countless exorcisms and seance’s that send both demons and other types of ghosts back to devildom. Somehow having an angel always watching over you and that’s why you haven’t died in a hunt. Everyone knew you, or at least your name, so when you finally looked down at them from the stairs on that unfortunate day they all gasped and realized that you were in fact that (Y/N).

They all took it differently, Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos knew the whole time but had a new level of respect. Simeon and Luke always felt a certain aura from you and now knew why. Solomon took advantage and asked if you could get rid of some of his pacts, but he realized that his student was greater then he original thought. The rest of the brothers however…Mammons jaw practically dropped to the floor as he realized who his human was. Having idolized you and now won’t stop asking you to go on hunts. Satan was curious, asking countless questions and realized that you were close to some of his followers, in both good and bad ways. Asmo nearly squealed with excitement. Asking for photos after photos and somehow getting more popular with everyone knowing that it was you know. Beel being so happy that he could meet you after watching your streams while eating (the streams always ending before he finished). Belphie mortified that it was you, the one person who helped him late at night when he had trouble sleeping and only your streams seemed to soothe him.

Then Levi…your biggest fan. Watched every single stream and some more than once. Has your merch and catchphrases memorized. Has a whole corner of his room dedicated to you as a fan. He nearly froze, no wonder why you haven’t been streaming. After that moment he locked himself away more than usual. Didn’t let anyone in, especially you, it was safe to say he was in pure shock and nothing or no one can help him. Leaving the room anytime you entered or staying far away from you as possible whenever he had to stay. It was to the point even Lucifer decided to ask him.

It wasn’t until one moment that Levi finally snapped out of his phase. You were popular, of course, many demons had idolized you. You even had a whole fandom on social media. The usual kinds of jokes “I’ll let (Y/N) exorcise me anytime.” “Oh to be that demon” “BRB omw to go haunt a church now” so of course, when one demon came up to you Levi froze. This demon was bigger, stronger, better looking (he wasn’t) than him. Shamelessly flirting with you infront of the brothers and Levi snapped. Rushing over to you side as all he can feel with jealousy. Wrapping an arm around you in an uncharacteristic manner. His demon form practically out as he pulled you away from that demon…it’s safe to saw no other demon will ever approach you in his presence again.

From that moment Levi changed. He hung around you, realizing that he could be with his idol whenever he wanted now. He even went on ghost hunts with you. He learned how to use certain tools from your streams and soon became a fan favorite. Eventually, you did other streams to. Playing games with Levi on stream and having different video games marathons. He eventually started to get mentioned in your fandom base online. His demon followers talked the most, but humans from your world started liking him to. Soon it wasn’t just (Y/N) with Levi, it became (Y/N) and Levi.

..and he wouldn’t want it any other way

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I was wondering if u could write miles morales earth 42 x girl reader where reader has asthma and autism(I have both) and wondering if you could write a scene where reader had a bad day and breaks down

Author's note: been a while hasn't it

TW: bad writing, not proofread, ooc?, short

Wordcount: 1k

banner: @aquazero

It was pathetic honestly. Hiding in a quiet area behind one of the apartments in the alleyway. Head in her hands with her knees to her chest, tears streaming down her face and the action of ‘breathing’ being forgotten. It was a series of events that had gone throughout the day that led her to this moment. From waking up in her parents apartment and getting yelled at before school to getting chewed out by a teacher for making a simple mistake on an assignment. It was as if the whole world woke up and agreed that she was the new victim, the being that will take all the hate the world can give. Now here she was, playing with one of the charms on her bracelet in an attempt to ground yourself. Mumbling small prayers to the universe that ‘it’ll be okay’ when she knew that wasn’t how it worked. She also knew it wasn’t possible to call Miles nor did (Y/N) want to. At this time of day he was either with his friends and god bless the poor soul who would get in the way of playing basketball with his friends or he was out being the prowler and that wasn’t any better interrupting. (Y/N) could only hope that his moment would end and become nothing but a passing moment in her life. 

Meanwhile, it had been a few hours since Miles had started his patrol. An uneventful run as he scouted his uncles next heist, some robbery from his enemies. Irrelevant and insignificant guards that worked for the bank, Miles knew he could do that robbery in his sleep. Miles jumped down from the top of the building to the floor, quickly taking off his helmet and changing out of his prowler uniform. He let out a sigh of relief as he could finally relax and spend time with (Y/N). Folding his uniform carefully into his backpack he paused once he heard the sounds of soft sobs. He carefully placed the backpack behind one of the trash cans and looked down the alley. He starts to turn around the corner carefully but freezes upon seeing who it was. It was as if the world itself punched him in the gut. A sour and unforgettable taste filled his mouth as he saw her cry, something he never wanted to see ever.  Quickly, he rushed over and kneeled next to (Y/N), placing a hand on your chin and lifting her head up gently. “Hey, hey, hey” he repeated softly. “What happened?”

(Y/N) continuously shook her head, mumbling between sobs about how everything sucks and no one cares. Gasping for air and shaking her hands repeatedly, “I cant-I”. Miles just shushed the girl softly, he pulled her closer to him and wrapped his arms around her head. She practically fell into his arms like she didn’t know what else there was in the world. She continued to shake under his arms, holding onto his shirt like a lifeline “Please,” she sobbed into his chest. “Miles,” she somehow managed between hiccups. Despite the moment she didn’t look him in the eyes, something he knew she was uncomfortable with. Suddenly, it was as if all the oxygen around her disappeared. Her hand instantly clutched onto her shirt while she was gasping for air. Desperate sounds escaped her, her other hand went to his shoulder and squeezed it with all her strength. Miles barely flinched but could still feel her grip on him. Her chest moved up and down as she desperately tried to remember how to breathe. Panic shot throughout her as her voice croaked and her vision blurred. 

Miles quickly put his hand in his pocket and took out one of the spare inhalers he always kept on himself for (Y/N). He pulled her head back gently to make her look at him, “calm down”. Bringing the inhaler up to her mouth, he guided her slowly through each breath, making sure with each inhale that she grounded herself.  “Deep breaths,” he rubbed his thumb over her cheek softly. Pulling the inhaler back once she calms down. He set the inhaler down and brought his hand to the back of her head, looking at her with an uncharacteristic softness in his eyes. Miles gently guided her head to her chest and held her closer. Whispering sweet words to her while rubbing her back with his other hand.

After what felt like years Miles spoke up, “Tell me. What happened to you?” He brought both of his hands to her cheeks and held her face softly. He gently pulled her back and looked into her eyes, looking for any more signs of panic. After finding nothing he spoke up again, “What caused this?”

(Y/N) opened her eyes and looked up at Miles. An overwhelming sense of relief washed over her as she finally comprehended who was in front of her. “Miles,” she whispered tearfully. Without warning she pulled him closer and buried her face into his chest. As Miles brought his arms around her, she could only relax. Gratefully she mumbled into his chest “Sorry for being a burden.”

Once those words were spoken Miles tensed. Under his touch he could feel her body stiffen after his reaction. With a sigh he relaxed again and rubbed her back mindlessly, “You’re no burden. Especially not to me.” After he felt her start to cry again he brought his hand into her hair and placed a soft kiss on the top of her head. “Don’t cry. I won’t let anything happen to you.” He held her closer and tighter, practically forcing her to believe those words and they were true. As long as Miles cares nothing would ever happen to her again, he’d make sure of it. Miles could only stare forward as he held her close, a plan forming in his brain. All he needs is to find out what caused this and what happened to her and those problems would be eliminated. Hopefully his uncle agrees. 

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Part two to this

Word count: 1k +

Warnings: not proofread, slow, honestly forgot the plot of the first part, ooc?, gender mentioned like once(male)

Spencer rushed out the door into the alley. Gun in hand, jogging to the sidewalk and looking around the corner. He looked both ways and saw nothing until a noise further into the alleyway echoed. He spun around and walked further in.

The door to the club opened again and out came you. You looked at him wanting to say something but he just shushed you. Motioning you to follow him further into the alley. With each growing step your heart pounded in your chest. You were sure he could hear it but he chose not to acknowledge you. Your gun was in your hand, loaded and ready to fire. By the time you two swung around the corner she was gone. Alley empty and not a soul to be found.

“Damn it,” you muttered. Hand on your forehead, this was not how your first case was supposed to go. “She probably had a ride hidden somewhere. Maybe a friend but probably a car that she stole.”

“Maybe she wanted to be found. Just not by us.” Reid turned around and headed towards the street. Updating Hotch on the situation.

You looked around, the silence eerie and unsettling. Despite the circumstances there was one thing you were focusing on, being alone with Spencer Reid. You looked at him as he continued talking to Hotch. After a while you snapped out of it and focused on the case. Dozens of calculations and possibilities went through your head. The chance that she was involved if something bigger was likely and left a sour taste in your mouth. “What exactly did that notebook say?”

“Sorry?” Reid looked at you, confusion evident on his face. He stared at you then his eyes widened a bit. “Oh. She wrote down that she had a friend she met a couple months back.”

You nodded, “That friend probably influenced her or possibly recruited her to join them.”

Reid pursed his lips together, looking to the side. He nodded a bit then looked back at you. “That friend was probably older than her. Could have hired her to join for a cause or a cult.”

“Cult?” You looked at him as if he was crazy.

Reid nodded, “cults tend to go after people who are younger or lonely. Causes a higher chance or recruitment since they are desperate to belong or are too young to notice the dangerous signs, or to simply spite their parents.” He put his phone in his pocket and put his gun away. He started to walk out of the hallway as he spoke. Walking at a slower pace than normal so you can catch up.

“There’s a possible chance for both, lower than likely though. She could possibly be running away to be with her friend.” You both walked out onto the street. The rest of the team had already left with the information Reid gave them, leaving you two alone in the car you came in.

Reid sighed and got into the passenger's seat. His eyes were glued to the dashboard as he buckled up. He was usually silent as you got in.

You sighed as you started the car. “The possibility she joined a cult is 23.7%-“

“24.6.” Reid interrupted.

“Huh?” You looked at him then back at the road. Hands gripping the steering wheel.

“24.6% chance.” He looked over at you. Lips slightly upturned and his voice lighter. “You did your math wrong.”

You sighed as you turned on your blinker. You swallowed quietly, throat unbearably dry.

“You didn’t take in the consideration of rising cults in America. And the fact she fits the ideal recruitment model.” He looked back at the road in front of him. His posture loosened a bit and he leaned back in his chair.

You glanced at him then looked back at the road. Unable to help the smile forming on your lips as you continued to drive. “Guess we’re even now, huh?”

“Guess we are,” the smile on his face seeped into his voice. An almost childlike look in his eyes, like getting the toy car you wanted for Christmas. He looked at you for a bit, “Actually people who are considered great in their field make more mistakes than people think. George Washington lost more battles than he won and he became president.”

The car pulled into the parking lot of the police station. The rest of the team is nowhere to be seen. Reid looked around, noticing the lack of police cars as well. The only people seeming to be there are the ones that work at the front desk or those trying to consult with their clients in jail. As he leaned back in his chair and licked his lips he couldn’t help but look over at the driver's seat. A thousand different thoughts were going through his mind, varying from the case to another factor, you.

“You’re staring,” you rested your head in your hand. Elbow propped up on the door window. Staring down at the sidewalk in front of you.

Spencer shook his head a bit and looked away quickly. “Sorry.” He froze when he heard you laugh softly, voice quiet and slow. He looked over, lips parted a bit and fingers fiddling. “Having trouble with your first case?”

You closed your eyes and let out a slow breath. Slighting nodding your head. Silence filled the car as a couple seconds passed by. The adrenaline crashing down and fatigue creeping up into your bones.

Spencer looked down at his lap, leg bouncing up and down. Blinking a couple of times he finally spoke, “the first case is always the hardest. Statistically the most mistakes made by new agents are in their first case.” He looked at you then back down. “Their skills aren’t refined and need to improve as well as needing to adjust to the team dynamic.”

“Just mad this is how my first case goes,” still staring down at the sidewalk. Other hand, playing with the fabric of your pants. “Never predicted this.”

Spencer nodded. Stuttering over his words “no one can predict a case. It’s scientifically impossible, even the most experienced profilers still get caught in the unsuspected. Even Rossi-“ he trailed off when you two made eye contact. He faulted over his words before looking away. Stuttering like he’s never talked before in his life.

“Thanks Spencer,” he looked over at you. Eyes wide and lips parted. “I need to hear that. Don’t know why I’m being so emotional knowing the reality of it all.”

He nodded quickly. Looking at the dashboard, “yeah. Usually our emotions make us think irrationally.” His voice was slighter higher, hands trembling a bit in his lap. “If you ever need to talk,” he looked over at you, a seeming softer look in his eyes. “You can come to me.”

You nodded. A small smile growing on your lips with a quieter voice. “Thanks Spencer.”

He couldn’t help but let his eyes trail over your face. It is already being permanently drawn in his brain but now he’s really appreciating it. Taken in every detail like he does for a poem that his mom had read to him. Never had he thought that he’d be staring at a guy, especially one he just met. His eyes fell down to your lips, the memory of the kiss from earlier replaying in his mind. Despite having perfect memory he couldn’t exactly remember the feel of your lips on his. He knows nothing is ever as good as the first time but he’s always been curious.

He blinked after a while then looked back into your eyes. Licking his lips as the words came out of his throat, “that kiss…from earlier.” He watched as you looked down, avoiding eye contact. “Why?”

“Just part of the case,” the quietness in your voice was a stark contrast from when he first met you. That unbudging confidence slipping bit by bit. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he said before he could think. Quickly stuttering when he saw you freeze. “I-i mean.”

For a moment you two stared at each other. The car seemed to get a bit warmer despite it being off and the coldness from the outside seeping through. It was silent except for the sound of Reid’s panicked breathing. Neither of you two noticed when but the warmth of your hands meeting sent a burning sensation through his arm. Chasing the warmth and leaning closer. The warmth met his face where your hand rested on his cheek. Like a magnetic force, as Spencer felt, you two came closer. Once your lips met he practically melted into your touch, eyes closed and leaning impossibly closer. Something softer and safer created up in him, the feeling contrasting the fast and panicked kiss from earlier. This one is much more ideal.

After what seemed like forever you pulled back. He silently whined from the departure but looking at you. Lips parted and a bit red, his cheeks even more. He couldn’t look away, staring into your eyes. He slowly leaned in closer, pressing his lips against yours once again. His hand holding yours like he was about to die without it. This kiss multiplied and sped up but still held that tenderness from earlier. Him wanting more but not wanting to overstep. All he wanted was to just be in your presence, only thinking about this moment. He would have continued to hold onto you if not for the fact that his phone rang loudly. Making the both of you jump as Morgan’s name came onto the screen.

“Damn it-“

@oi-oikawa-tooru

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I know I talked about haunted mansion ramshackle and the black widow bride Yuu but Mulan works to. Think about it, Yuu coming from a different universe. Clearly lacking the same skills and traits as the others, who are meant to be there. Pretending and going with the flow in order to achieve what they want. Then, fighting all these villains and gaining astounding achievements. Who had down all of this? Fa Mulan. Who’s Mushu? Grim duh. Who’s the cricket? The ghosts…in a way. The trio? Adeuce with the rest of the first years. Shang? Malleus respectively. The dad? Crewel. Chi-fu? Crowley (sorry to him) Even more so if it’s female Yuu pretending to be a guy to be undetected.

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Stop I forgot about this 😭

could you please you do a miles 42 x male reader who is autistic and can’t pick up on subtle hints and sarcasm and is just over all a very forward and blunt person just straight up tells people what they think and doesn’t sugarcoat things at all

Sorry if I get anything wrong, I’m not autistic nor really educated. FEM READER DNI

First meet:

The first time you met him he thought you had a problem with him. He was about to throw hands, but something in the back of his mind told him not to.

You two were talking for a group project and somehow got off topic. It ended up being a conversation about clothes and you straight up went “Yeah, I like your hair but your outfits kinda weird. I like the shoes though.”

He stared at you and so did the rest of the group. They all thought something was about to go down until your friend popped up saying you do that and mean no harm.

”Well aren’t you a ray of sunshine.”

”No not really.” Then you went in with the project, leaving everyone a bit confused.

Confession:

He was frustrated, screaming into his pillow every night. Venting to his mom and uncle about your obliviousness.

Yes, he knew you were autistic, but it still bothered him. He would straight out flirt with you, no shame whatsoever, and you still didn’t get the hint.

“If I got into a relationship I want you to be my boyfriend.”

“Cool.”

When he confessed he had to make it so obvious. He had a sign and some candy and went to your apartment at night.

The sign said “will you be my boyfriend?” Can’t get more obvious than that, can it?

”Is this sarcasm of some kind of prank?”

He climbed into your room, discarding the candy and sign. “No. I would like you to my boyfriend.” He looked you in the eyes, “I’d like to be with you. Now and forever.”

“I don’t know about forever…” you both chuckled at this. He knew you weren’t lying but he’ll keep you, one way or another. “I’d like to be your boyfriend to.”

He cupped your face and kissed you softly. Enjoying the moment that he knew will forever be engraved into his mind. “Could use some chapstick.” He’s second guessing his thoughts.

Relationship:

He’s always by you. He’s like a guard dog, if someone hints at something he doesn’t like, he’s staring the down until they leave.

If they say it out right to your face, you’ll have to hold him back. But it’s fine, you usually say something back.

”That’s irrelevant, like you.”

He was in the floor laughing about it, proud to. He even told his uncle and that’s when his uncle knew he liked you.

Although it’s a little hard when Miles wants something. If he hints at it it goes over his head. “You know I’m cold and lonely over here.” “Get a blanket and just talk to me.”

He appreciates your honesty…somewhat.

”That color doesn’t look good on you.” “…thanks.”

”It’s not your best cooking but it’s not your worst.” “I’ll keep that in mind.”

”Maybe-“ “No.”

He loves you.

Just stop testing him from time to time. and if anyone says the same thing, he’s about to send people to the hospital.

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MC: (After winning at the casino all night) uses money like a fan and wearing sunglasses

Mammon: MC please…

MC: sorry I don’t speak broke

Brothers: dying in the background

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Authors note: Hi?(I say after leaving for a month)

Summary: You getting chased by a ghost with Mammon at the demon lords castle.

Warnings: I forgot how to write

Word count: 1k

Down the long hallway of the demon lord's castle were the screams of vengefulness and terror. Two people raced down the hallway as their lives depended on it. Chased by a 7ft ghost who had a taste for blood.

Mammon, the demon of the pair, screamed his lungs out into the dead of night as all his dreams were crushed and nightmares came through. Greed was a powerful feeling, so powerful you wished to steal the cursed kingdom of the demon king to sell online. Now the spirit who resided in it seeks justice and won’t stop floating towards him.

(Y/N), the only mortal human of the bunch, ran out of hatred. Noting how one shouldn’t get involved with the avatar of greed's money schemes in the dead of night in a foreign place. They ran as fast as they could only being a few steps behind Mammon. The hand of the ghost lightly scratches their back, signaling the flight in flight.

As the pair came closer to the end of the hallway all hope was restored. The familiar candle light creates a beacon for the two. Mammon cried out in relief with tears in his eyes. Somehow running faster with his arms in the air. (Y/N) using that last bit of adrenaline to reach up. Running so fast that they couldn’t stop in time to turn. Both of their eyes widened once the stair railing came into view. Quick realization settled in as their steps only grew faster from fear.

Mammon somehow managed to stop in his tracks and turned around. Panic in his voice as he saw the human running towards him. “(Y/N) w-wait. Stop running!” In an attempt he put his arms out to try and grab them but only failed as they both flew over the railing. Blood curdling screams were let out. He put his hand behind their head and turned them around mid-air to fall on his back. “I’ll never forgive you human!”

A loud thud echoed through the castle. Groans of pain being let out once the two were on the floor. (Y/N) laid on top of Mammon's body, lifting their head hesitantly. Looking up towards the one who saved them. “You okay?”

Before he could answer the ghost screeched. (Y/N) looked up to see the ghost looking over the railing. Glowing red eyes turning towards the stairwell. (Y/N) jumped up and pulled Mammon with them into a nearby hallway. Ignoring the groans coming from behind them. One left, two, right and there were officially lost. Looking this way and that to see if there were any directions. They stood in an empty passageway with multiple hallways around them and no sign of life.

“Damn it,” they mumbled. Looking back at Mammon and quickly checking the back of his head. Looking closely for any signs of injury, not noticing the way he blushed and squirmed in the grasp. “How much does it hurt?”

He tried his best to avoid any form of eye contact, taking solace in the much needed paint walls. “Uh-” stumbling over his words as they grabbed his chin. Pulling him down and in front of their face. He looked into their eyes, butterflies in his stomach and blood rushing to his cheeks. His mind went empt with every thought leading to thinking about one thing, (Y/N). Trying to play it off he put up his cool guy act, falling miserably. “F-fine. The Great M-mammon doesn’t feel pain that much! Not like you fragile humans anyways.”

(Y/N) just chuckled, letting him go but not before looking into his eyes one more time. They dusted him off and fixed his collar. Glancing at his lips that just happened to be eye level for them. They were about to say something when the ghost screeched from a nearby hallway. Letting out a sigh they looked back towards. They left their hand up in the air looking between him and their hand. “Here grab my hand.”

“What!” Mammon yelled, blushing profusely. “Geez human you think i'm scared?”

(Y/N) only lifted their eyebrows. He clicked his tongue, blushing once again. He looked towards the side before hearing the screech again. After a few moments of hesitance he grabbed their hand and interlocked their fingers with a shy smirk. “I-if you wanted to hold my hand you could have just said so.”

The both of them chuckled. (Y/N) started running towards the hallway on the opposite end. Running at full speed with Mammon behind them.

“Where are we going?” Mammon screamed. Heart pounding in his chest.

“I have no idea!” (Y/N) looked back with a smile. Turning the corner and picking up their speed.

Mammon's eyes widened. Heart louder in his ears and lips agape. A warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest. He smiled, laughing at the whole situation.

Rounding the corner, the two of them reached a familiar corridor. The same doors and paintings that were next to their rooms. Mammon smiled and cheered while (Y/N) just sighed with relief. They turned towards each other, staring into one another's eyes. A few seconds went by before they broke out into smiles. Hugging and jumping around as they yelled in relief.

“We beat that ghost,” Mammon screamed.

“Yeah we did! No thanks to you,” (Y/N) remarked.

“Hey-” the both of them quite downed once the door slammed open. They both froze one the say an angry Lucifer standing in the doorway. Dark, purple flames emitting from his body.

“Mammon!” He yelled.

Mammon gulped. Hiding behind (Y/N) who looked at him unimpressed. Taking a step back he grabbed their hand and started running the other way. Lucifer started chasing after them.

“I'd rather deal with the ghost!” Mammon cried with tears in his eyes. Screaming even louder once the ghost appeared in front of him.

“Mammon!” Lucifer screamed.

As Mammon and (Y/N) got chased by Lucifer and the ghost, the others watched. Simeon chuckled to himself before closing the door to his room. “Brotherly love.”

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1 year on tumblr….proud of my accomplishments so far. Hope I can write better in the future 💙

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HI HI HELLO HI MAY I REQUEST A SPINCER REID X MALE READER PLEASE PLEASE WERE READER IS NEW TO THE BAU PLEASE

@clownis-fixated

Word count: 1k+

Warnings: rushed, not proofread, male reader, forced kissing

Been a while since I wrote for him so sorry if it’s ooc

Within the bullpen the whole team sat at the table. They all patiently waited for the new recruit to arrive, well for the most part.

“They’re late. They most likely lack respect and consideration for others,” Morgan said while looking around to his other team members.

“They’re probably trying to make us wait in anticipation. I mean,” Emily started. “They’re probably young and fresh out of the academy. They don’t teach you how to act professionally in school.”

Garcia hummed in response before she looked at Hotch. Frantically she started to waver her hands around “I don’t want a new team member. That messes up our family and I don’t want to mess up my family. They’re probably mean and think they’re better than everyone else!”

Hotch slowly raised his hand in an attempt to calm her down. He looked around at the whole team, watching each of their expressions. He desperately tried to convince Laswell not to add a new member but something about unbalanced personalities convinced him. “Garcia,” he looked towards her with the same stoic expression. “Calm down. We need this new team member.”

“But we don’t,” Reid cut him off. “Realistically we’re at our prime with this team. Everything plays out on the field and we all click perfectly. Adding this new member will mess up the flow for who knows how long. They’re probably not that good anyways.”

“Not that good, huh?” The whole team turned around the door to see you leaning on the door frame. A slight smirk sat on your lips as you looked around, specifically at Reid. You stared at him before looking him up and down unamused. “Don’t even know my name and I’m already the talk of the town. This is supposed to be the perfect team dynamic?”

The whole team sat silent. Emily and JJ exchanging looks as Morgan silently laughed while looking at Reid. Reid was stammering and trying to redeem himself but Hotch cut him off before he could embarrass himself more. “Agent (L/N). Nice to meet you. Please sit down so we can discuss the case.”

You lazily pushed yourself off the door and into a seat. Next to Reid who you didn’t even spare a look at. JJ got up and started to go over the case. You sat there, focused on the case details, pretending not to notice the glances you got from the rest of the team. A sense of unease washed over them and embarrassment in some. The tension in the room didn’t settle down until JJ was done and Hotch told the team to get ready for the plane ride.

Reid knew that humans had the sense to know when they’re being watched, everyone knew that. Yet he still watched the new recruit. Noting all the details, from when he walked into his physical appearance. Noting how long and unprofessional his stride was, the slight up curve of his lashes, the bridge of his nose, the tint of his lips. The slight notes of fragrance in the cologne he was wearing. Everything JJ was saying was going over his head but he’ll read it on the plane ride.

By the time he realized he was in the plane he memorized the case. The team surrounded Hotch in their respective seats creating a plan. It just so happened that Spencer was paired with (L/N). When he heard this he looked over to the agent. A moment of eye contact happened before Spencer whipped his head around to Hotch. Nodding to whatever he said.

“There’s only so much time she has,” Emily spoke up. She looked down at the file on the table. Going over the kidnapping case they had in Tennessee. “She got kidnapped around noon yesterday and considering her age she probably won’t make it till tomorrow. Reid?”

Reid cleared his throat and sat up straighter. Waving his hands around while he spoke, “considering the history of kidnappings in the country that are similar to this she probably won’t make it past midnight tonight. Even if she’s lucky she most likely only has 14 hours.”

“12 hours,” (L/N) spoke. The whole team looked towards him in shock. “You did your math wrong. Probably based off of the data from the past three decades. Not taking the past half decade’s statistics into consideration.”

Morgan laughed loudly. Rossi and JJ join in while Emily’s mouth hangs open. Hotch had the slightest smile on his face and Garcia had her hands covering her mouth. They all looked between Spencer and (L/N) waiting for the next move.

Spencer stuttered, looking for the right word. A slight red hue grew on his cheeks whether it was embarrassment or adoration he didn’t know. “I-I mean we should take in all of our more recent unsubs into consideration. We can’t go based off of ones from our time. Statistically more copycat crimes from decades earlier are committed then original ones.”

Before anything else could be said Hotch raised his hand. “Reid, (L/N) you two are paired up like before. Try to get along.”

Both agents sat quietly. They refused to look at each other. Even when the plane landed and everyone got off they still ignored each other. It wasn’t until the car did they finally speak.

(L/N) was driving towards the victims family’s house. No music was playing and an awkward silence filled the car. (L/N) lightly tapped his fingers to some unknown beat to Spencer. Who watched the new agent hum, noting the pitch and the bpm.

“Keep staring and I’ll drive this car into traffic,” Spencer’s breath hitched while looking away at a speed that could break his neck. (L/N) looked over his shoulder with a sly smile. He chuckled quietly and returned to driving. “Kidding. You need to lighten up….it's depressing.”

Spencer couldn’t help but lick his lips, a nervous habit of his. He knew that you weren't serious but he still couldn’t stop thinking. Something he noticed he’s been doing a lot of ever since he met you in the last couple of hours. Fiddling with his fingers he looked straight ahead. “You know people only use the term ‘lighten up’ when they’re uncomfortable. It’s a stress response due to not being considered ‘normal’ as others would put it.”

You hummed softly as you pulled up in front of the house. The both of you got out and walked side by side to the front door. Spencer knocked on the door twice before stepping back next to you. With a quick glance over to you the door opened.

An older man that seemed to not have slept for a while stood there. Dark bags under his eyes and noticeable bald spots. He looked the both of you up and down before sighing and opening the door. Motioning for you two to walk in he closed the door and walked over to the couch.

“Mr. Wallace,” Spencer stood next to you. “Were here with the FBI: Behavioral Analysis Unit. We would like to ask some questions about your daughter.”

Mr. Wallace sighed even deeper this time. Rubbing his hands over his eyes that had noticeable scars on them. “I don’t know what you want to know. I already told everything to the police. I can’t imagine that there’s anything else you can possibly know.”

“Yes but the police and the BAU work differently. Even knowing her favorite color will tell us more than the time she left that morning.” You looked up at Spencer from the couch. Continuing when you got a nod from him. “If we can, we would like to be in her room. If it’s okay with you, of course.”

“Yeah..yeah. It’s this way,” Mr. Wallace stood up. Walking to the hall of the side and into a room off to the right. “Just don’t be too loud. My wife….she can’t take anymore of this. I mean,” he laughed sadly. “Not even a full day and it’s already a spiral. Just don’t be too obvious. Please?”

You nodded and gave your best sympathetic smile. “Of course. She won’t even know we’re here.”

Spencer opened the door and let you walk in first. Closing it behind the two of you and looking around the room. He walked off to a corner of the room with a desk. “For someone who has only been here for a day you adjusted well.”

“Really?” You laughed. Sitting down to go through her chats on her computer. “I thought that was horrible out there.

This time it was Spencer’s turn to laugh. He flipped through some notebooks. “It usually takes about two weeks for new employees to adjust to a work environment. It took me a while. Still feels like I don't belong sometimes.”

“Really?” Much more sadder this time. The hint of sympathy was overshadowed by the sound of typing. “How long did it take you to adjust?”

“47.” He whispered.

“47? 47 what? 47 weeks?”

“No 47 days.” Spencer pulled out his phone and called Hotch. As soon as he answered Spencer started speaking fast. “Hotch, she's been planning this for 47 days. She didn’t get kidnapped, she ran away. And I think I know where. Let’s go.”

Spencer pulled you out of your chair and rushed out the room. Bumping into Mr. Wallace and out the door. You turned around quickly to apologize before jumping into the car. You quickly pulled out of the driveway and headed down the road. The siren was on as Spencer yelled directions, getting mad here and there.

As soon as you parked Spencer jumped out and rushed over to Hotch. From your view of the car you can see the two of them talking. The wind flowing through Spencer’s hair and the sun angling him just right. Maybe it was in the moment but was he always this pretty?

“(L/N)!” Hotch yelled. He motioned for you to come over. “You’re going undercover. We need you to blend in with Reid.”

“Sir?” You asked as soon as you stood next to them.

“It’s a meet up spot for young people. We think she’s going to meet up with someone.” Spencer said.

“I know that. But me?”

“You’re the youngest on our team. You’re new so we need to send in Reid with you. Take this and put it in your ear. Listen out, get it?”

“Got it!” The both of you walked into the place. Music's playing loudly and flashing lights of different colors blinding you. You two walked around side by side. Gaining a couple of glances until you spot her.

You reached for Spencer’s hand to get his attention. “There. Hotch we found her.” You gestured, looking for a way to approach her.

Spencer stared down at your hand. A light blush painting his face.

“Okay. Make sure to blend in. We need to see who she's meeting up with.”

Just as Hotch said that she turned and looked straight at you. Before you can think you grabbed Spencer and kissed him. His eyes closed and he leaned in. Taking a step forward he grabbed your face before pulling back. You two stared into each other's eyes.

Spencer looked up, eyes wide. “She’s gone.”

Part 2

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Basically salt against the demon bros

Word count: 500 something

Warnings: Shit fic, Bad like REALLY bad writing, not proof read, just wanted to get something out

“Do you think it’ll work?” Mammon looked at you as you both stood in the kitchen. Salt in your hand, his hands on his hips.

“It has to,” you both looked down. It was normal, human salt that you stole from Solomon. Recently the brothers were shown a couple of horror movies and they used salt against the demons. It also didn’t help that a lot of ghost hunting games used the same technique. Mammon had the bright idea to try it and it was encouraged by Satan and Belphie for a joke against Lucifer.

Just as you were about to pour some salt lightning cracked and the whole room turned dark for a second. When the lights came on Lucifer stood next to the both of you. Arms crossed and eyes narrowed, sweat drops went down both of your faces before looking at him.

“H-hey Lucifer! How’s my favorite older bro?” Mammon took the salt and hid it behind his back. A bright smile on his face with shaking hands. It was plainly obvious that he was hiding something but he still thought he got away with it.

Lucifer’s menacing aura towered over the both of you. An eerie smile on face with closed eyes. Hand over his chest in his usual stance with a polite but bossy tone. Purple flames behind his back, “what are you hiding?”

“Nothing!” You both said in unison. You internally cringed at yourself for what you said but eventually you become alike after spending so much time together. Which only causing Lucifer to furrow his eyebrows with his finger. He looked at both of you. Eyeing the way Mammon's shoulders were shaking and how you avoided eye contact. With a sigh he placed out his open hand, motioning for the object.

Without a second thought you swiped the salt from Mammon's hands, he let out a gasp. You shoved the salt into Lucifer’s face but took it away before he could grab it. “It’s just salt. We were just going to see if it worked against you.”

“Yeah!” Mammon shouted but turned to look at you. Eyes wide and mouth open from the immediate betrayal. “Huh?”

“It probably won’t even do anything,” you said. Pouring the salt at Mammon's feet, creating a line. He tried to walk over it but found his foot wouldn’t move. Like it was trying to go through a wall. “Oh…Would you look at that!”

“Now wait a min-“ just as Lucifer started walking you poured salt at his feet again. Both brothers being stuck and unable to cross the barrier.

You just started laughing loudly. Looking at the salt with stars in your eyes. “This is the best thing in my life! I’m pouring it in front of my room!!”

From outside the kitchen the rest of the brothers started yelling. Arguing about it with Mammon yelling. Lucifer just stood there with his mouth open as he watched you run back to your room. Salt high above your head like a new god and happiness found.

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Guys hear me out…twst x ever after high x descendants

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Yuu: (talking about Leona) he kinda reminds me of someone

Jack: Who?

Yuu: Like a movie character

Jack: The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe

Yuu: (shakes head) No. Alex from Madagascar

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Thinking about an MC with religious trauma. Where they were used in a Christian/catholic ritual. Where their skin burns whenever they’re near something religious, whether it’s near a church or an angel like Simeon. Where they were shaking when they first arrived. Or where they were avoiding Luke and Simeon all to not get hurt. Where they have a perm any scar of a cross but it’s upside down because the priest was standing over them so it’s satanic. Maybe they joke about, telling the others when one of the angels arrive because they’re burning. Perhaps they learn to become an atheist and gets on the brothers good terms that way.

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He strikes again

Meeting the team - Spencer x Older!Male!Biker!Reader

Warnings: OOC?, haven’t watched in a while, not proofread

Word count: 1k

The sound of the elevator ding echoed into the hallway. The door opened painfully slowly for a government building. A man holding a biker helmet stepped out. He was dressed in leather and in his other hand had a small bag. He walked into the desk area where the agents worked. Heads spinned around as he walked by, people gushing over how he looked. Of course, he raised suspicions as he didn’t work there but some familiar faces recognized them.

“(M/N),” he turned around to see a lady dressed in a green pencil skirt with a frog themed cardigan. He stopped and gave her a wave. He gave her a bright smile, remembering her from the time they first met. She cosplayed with Spencer at a convention and he had to pick Spencer up. The look of shock on Penelope’s face was something he could never forget. They both tend to laugh at it whenever they meet up, which was rare since Spencer didn’t go out much and there was no other excuse for them to meet.

“Hey, Penelope”.

“Oh my god it’s been so long since I’ve last seen you. Did you gain more muscle,” they both looked down at his arm. She reached her hand out to lightly graze him, hypnotized in the moment. Laughing once the moment passed. “What are you doing here?”

(M/N) raised the bag in his hand, Penelope giving him an “oh” look. “Dropping this off for Spence. Hope he doesn’t mind considering the rest of the team doesn’t know me.”

“Don’t worry,” she guided him towards the rest of the team. “They’ll love you.”

They both walked over to the group of agents. The majority of the team surrounded Spencer's desk. They discussed one of their cases that took place nearby for once. Each agent fits the description that Spencer gave (M/n). None of them seemed to realize the duo until People stood in front of the desk. Penelope cleared her throat, causing all of the agents to look up.

Spencer’s eyes went wide, shooting up from his desk so he could walk around the table. “(M/N)? What are you doing here?”

“You know this guy Spence?” JJ asked with the rest of the team wondering as well. Spencer looked back at the rest of the team and quickly turned back around.

Spencer started stammering, trying to comprehend the situation he’s in. (M/N) just laughed and gave a quick wave towards the team. Derek gave a quick wave but brought it back down after he got a look from Emily. He looked back towards Spencer, waiting for something to be said. After realizing that he wasn’t going to say anything. (M/N) just sighed. “I’m (M/N). You must be Rossi, JJ, Emily, and Derek. Right?” He pointed towards all the right people.

“How’d you know,” Rossi asked suspiciously. Looking him up and down, judging his character.

“Spence talks about you a lot,” (M/N) shared. Emily and Derek gasping and laughing at the same time. Which causes Spencer to turn around and deny it as much as he can.

“He does like us,” Derek said. Making the rest of the team laugh.

“It’s not like that,” Spencer stammered. “What are you doing here?”

“Lunch,” (M/N) held out the bag. Spencer took it at incredible speed. Looking inside out it to see a note he was too embarrassed to read aloud. Realizing it was home made he gave a quick thanks and ushered him out.

Emily quickly got up and ran beside them. “Woah, woah, woah. You’re just going to kick him out like that. After he brought you food.”

“Yeah! What is he your old college professor from when you were thirteen or something?” Derek wrapped a hand around Spencer's shoulder. Smiling like he just told the funniest joke ever. “How do you know each other anyways?”

Spencer and (M/N) stared each other down. One had absolute fear in his eyes and tried calculating the best possible way to get out of here. The other had an amused look and expected something to be said. A few moments passed until Garcia screamed “They’re dating each other!” The both of them looked at her as she gasped and covered her mouth. The whole group was shocked at what she said.

“What?” Emily yelled.

“Since when,” Derek yelled even louder.

The whole group broke up into chaos. Spencer being bombarded with questions. The whole team surrounds him with a bunch of “Why didn’t you tell us” and “I’m sorry for telling them” here and there. The whole group caused everyone to stop working. It would have gone forever but Hotch yelled from behind them.

“What’s going on,” he said sternly. Eyeing the group, deeply ashamed of how they’re acting.

“Hotch,” Derek whipped around. “Spencer’s dating someone. A guy too!”

“I know,” he said blankly. Emily and Derek both scream “what” in the background. “I didn’t see you there (M/N). How have you been?”

(M/N) smiled at Hotch, remembering him from the time he picked Spencer up at a bar. It had been after the team celebrated and the rest went home. Of course, Hotch stayed back to make sure nothing had happened to Spencer. They chatted for a bit while Spencer drank more, to the point where he couldn’t remember anything. The case had been one that hit close to home and after a couple of drinks he tends to let himself go. “I’m good Hotch.”

Hotch stared at his teammates. Laughing in the back of his mind at their faces. “Let’s go talk in my office.”

The rest of the team’s mouth stayed open. Derek refused to believe Hotch knew about it too. JJ laughed behind the rest of them while Garcia stood there like a statue. Rossi was amused with the outcome, storing this memory in the back of his mind to laugh about it later. Emily looked between the two men and sat down in disbelief, scoffing at the laughable situation. Spencer, who was the most in shock, stood there even longer calculating the possibility of when they met. So much for an eidetic memory.

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Obey me x Ghost Hunter MC

Based off this

- Mammon, Satan, and Beel would definitely be the first ones to join you on stream. Taking you to one of the most haunted places in the devildom for your first livestream there.

- Lucifer would be so against you ghosthunting in general. You would have to create those tiktok videos about the slide show like “seven reasons why I should ghosthunt” to convince the population to let you go. Then they convince him to let you go.

- You are popular in all three realms. When it was revealed that you were the exchange student the RAD students went crazy. You got so popular that Asso did a collab with you.

- Diavolo would totally watch your livestreams. He’s your top donor and every time he says something chat goes crazy. He practically bought all your equipment with he’s donations.

- All the demons/ghosts that you dealt with are in the devildom. So you would be doing “what happened after” and going back to talk to them. The brothers would be so protective over you if you met one of the demons that possessed you.

- Luke would be so scared for you. He’d bake you snacks for the streams and would always give his best wishes. “You got this MC! Those demons won’t hurt you” would also subtly use that to threaten the brothers. “I’m not a chihuahua! I’ll get MC to perform an exorcism!”

- Simeon would give you the best crosses. Tier 3 crosses? More like God tier crosses crack myself up He would also check your equipment before hand to make sure nothing is faulty. ABSOLUTELY sends you private texts during your live streams “I saw wjat you did with the ghost. I hopw you’re okay.”

- Solomon would be delighted after hearing your career. He would ask questions after questions. “Say Mc, can you help me get rid of a pact? Perhaps an exorcism?” He’d give you enchanted charms to ensure your safety. Would also subtly threaten the brothers before they leave with you. “Now you wouldn’t want to become the demon now would you if MC got hurt?”

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You guys aren’t ready for the Obey Me x Ghost hunter MC 😤