#my main one is you are fine with gore (like you don't mind it ) and are fine with receiving it and making ot

[trancylovecraft]

Can I have the Yandere alphabet for Matthew Patel?

(SCOTT PILGRIM) YANDERE! MATTHEW PATEL x READER: ALPHABET

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Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

DEFINETLY SHOWY. This man definetly likes showing you off and to do that he gives a lot of physical affection. When you go out he has to be touching you somewhere.

Hand-holding, Arm around your waist, Anywhere else. He just wants to prove that you are his. Apart from that, Acts of service is also pretty big as he enjoys proving his love to you.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Matthew isn't really big on gore, He just wants to get the job done when defeating his opponents! If it happens to be bloody, Then so be it. But if it's just one and done then that's completely fine with him too!

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Matthew would want your affection immediatley. I don't think he would mock you, Just be confounded as to why you aren't returning his love. Otherwise he would try to make you feel as comfortable as possible, Providing whatever you want within reason.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Affection, Physical touch. He won't listen if you say you don't want him to touch you as he see's it as his right since he considers you his prize.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bear to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Quite a lot, He believes you and him are "destined by the stars" to be together so why should he hide anything from you? Perhaps at the start he'd try to keep a tough guy persona, But Matthew would fold pretty quickly and give into his vulnerability.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Pretty confused and maybe a little hurt. You're his partner now! Why are you trying to fight him, You're soulmates so it hurts to know that his one and only is trying to harm him.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

A game? Maybe, A game in the sense that he's in it to win you similar to how he tried to win Ramona. But once he has you in his hold then it's instantly game over, He won, So you trying to escape would not be welcome in the slightest.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Probably the kidnapping. Matthew isn't a particularly violent yandere towards you so him kidnapping you would definetly be the worst of it all.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Matthew imagines you and him living together, Married. You'd be accepting of his rather obsessive tendencies and maybe you'd have a kid or two thrown in there, If not kids, Then you'll be getting a few dogs.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

We're talking about the man who joined a league of evil exes to get back his girlfriend from middle school (Which was about a week long by the way) so of course he's going to be jealous! It's his main feature!

Jealousy is literally this man's entire thing. Gets pissed at any woman or man who even dares to interact with you. He's cray cray!

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He softens up, Definetly. While he's definetly more angry/eccentric around other people, That just muddles down into eccentric. He's much more nicer, Almost acting like a body-guard of sorts

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He would be annoying flamboyant about it.

Like my man would be outside of your apartment with flowers, A stuffed animal, Chocolates, An entire band to play wedding music and you won't even know who he is.

Love letters under your door everyday, Love letters at work to tell you how pretty you looked getting your coffee. Love letters telling you to meet up with him and confused notes that ask why you didn't come.

It's creepy, To say the least.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

No, Not really. It's more of he's just softer around you and doesn't have a particular urge to prove his strength, He's more affectionate too though I suppose with all the physical touch.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Matthew probably wouldn't punish his darling, He wouldn't have the heart to! The worst he would ever do is isolate you in a room for a few hours, Though it was meant to be days, He just couldn't resist being near you again.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

At the start, None of them because he assumes that you love him and you can have a relationship as normal.

However at any sign of possible escape or defiance then this man will take away all of them in a paranoid frenzy. Locked in a room, No internet etc-etc

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Matthew is VERY patient. Though if you continue with the "I don't love you" schtick for a good few months then I can see him loosing his cool and starting to yell at you for a good long while. Other than that, I see nothing else.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If you die then Matthew would be devastated and wrecked with guilt, It's possible he might even try to join you in a "'Till death do us part" fashion to try and get to you in the afterlife.

If you leave/escape then Matthew will never stop searching. You are his one and only, Even when he's old and grey he will continue forever and ever if it means he gets to see you again.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No, Matthew would not usually feel guilty. Though there are times late at night where he does feel kind of guilty for kidnapping you, Though he quickly rationalises it by saying that it was suppose to happen, That you were suppose to be together!

So no, He would most likely not let you go.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Him being the weird lonely kid. You being nice to him would instantly bring out his desire for love and attention, He attaches onto you because no one else really did before.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He's really hurt by it, You should be loving him! Why are you crying? Do you not love him? Matthew just wants you to be comfortable with him and love him just like he does with you.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Nothing really other than the fact that he doesn't care for taking down opponents.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

His blind love for you, Deffos. Take advantage of it at the start, Get in your car, Drive to mexico and change your name and you will be free from the horror that is Matthew Patel.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Never, Not in a million years. Matthew would rather die before harming you, He's basically your body guard and views himself as your protector so him harming you would be failing that.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Matthew worships everything you touch, Taking them as keepsakes. You are basically a divine angel compared to him, So you are very much worthy of the love and praise he's willing to give you.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

A few years, Maybe even a decade of you not accepting his advances. Matthew is very patient but when he snaps.. It is BAD.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

No, It's not likely. If he did, Matthew would try anything to get you back to your old self.

#scott pilgrim anime #scott pilgrim #scott pilgram takes off #scott pilgram vs the world #matthew patel #matthew x reader #matthew patel x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere matthew patel #yandere scott pilgrim #spto #spto spoilers #scott pilgrim tv #scott pilgrim vs the world

[ask-little-pomni]

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[natashasfilms]

Revelations - Season One

Summary: FBI agent Leila Kade faces a profound life change after giving birth to a baby girl, supported by her loving husband. Despite the challenges of motherhood, Leila returns to her role as a dedicated agent a few months later, ready to confront gruesome and haunting cases with her BAU team.

Pairing: BAU!Fem!OC x Male!OC , EVENTUAL Aaron Hotchner x BAU!Fem!OC (Like much later)

Warnings: This story contains mature themes such as sexual content, strong language, violence, mentions of alcohol and drugs, blood, gore, and death. All the usual Criminal Minds stuff. And there is NO CHEATING.

Note 1: I imagine Leila Kade as South Asian but I have decided to let you, the reader, imagine her appearance, hence the reason why I have not given her a face claim. However, her race does not affect the story, whatsoever. You, as the reader, are free to imagine her however you want. If you don't see her as South Asian, then that's fine. It won't affect the storyline. I also imagine the OC!Male as South Asian, but again, it won't affect the storyline.

Note 2: The team will consist of the main cast (Emily, Derek, JJ, Spencer, Penelope, Aaron, and Rossi) but will also include Elle Greenaway and Jason Gideon because they were some of my favorite characters and I wanted to include them with the rest of the team. Basically, Elle and Gideon never leave when Emily and Rossi join.

Note 3: There will be multiple time skips throughout this series. For example, the first chapter will begin on the first season and episode of the show but then there will be a time skip to later episodes (because there are obviously way too many episodes to write this series on and I wanted to include specific episodes that would help the plot of this story). This means that this series will be a slow burn romance but I believe it to be better this way. This will also stray from the actual show a lot, so don't expect it to follow the plot precisely.

Series Masterlist

•• Chapter One: Extreme Aggressor

•• Chapter Two: Compulsion

•• Chapter Three: The Fox

•• Chapter Four: Derailed

•• Chapter Five: The Tribe

•• Chapter Six: Local

•• Chapter Seven: A Real Rain

•• Chapter Eight: Machismo

•• Chapter Nine: Charm and Harm

•• Chapter Ten: The Fisher King - Part 1

#angst #fluff #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fanfiction #criminal minds #fanfiction #aaron hotchner x female reader #aaron hotchner x bau!reader #original female character #original male character #criminal minds bau #criminal minds series #revelations series

[the-s1lly-corner]

Attention TADC fans!

I'm officially opening requests for characters! Below the cut will be my base list of rules in regards to requesting and that sort of thing!

To everyone who followed me for creepypasta, do not fret! Creepypasta is still this blogs default and I'm not going to stop writing it for the forseeable future, I will still be responding to creepypasta based asked in the meantime

oh also, im adding this right before i post this but i do have fluff alphabet requests open for creepypasta, but to my TADC fans, how do you guys feel about the possibility of me reposting that list and letting you guys ask for it? im still kinda itching to do alphabet stuff... let me know ! ill probably do it anyways but i want yalls input!

without further delay:

RULES:

please do not spam requests, i know it will be hard to enforce this on my end since i want to keep anon enabled since i know it can be intimidating to ask for stuff non-anonymously

since the main cast + caine only totals to 7 characters i will allow people to request the entire cast in any given request, WITH THE KNOWLEDGE that the more characters the shorter their list of hcs will be

please do not pester me to answer your request, i will very likely answer your initial ask. consistent breaking of this boundary will result in warning, and if further boundary breaking takes place, the request will be terminated

^SHOULD NOTE! sometimes tumblr eats the requests you guys send in so simply asking if your request made it through is 100% totally fine!! I'm specifically talking about people who try to pressure me to answer sooner, I want to make that clear because I do not want to discourage anyone from reaching out about that sort of thing

Reader is GN by default, you can request a specific gender but know it likely wont be important due to my writing style

WILL WRITE:

SFW, angst, comfort, hcs, short imagines and scenarios!

As mentioned I will do all characters, asides Bubble since I don't think there's much that can be done for them

Poly, LGBT, readers with disabilities and/or disorders (will let it be known here that i am in no way well versed in every disability/disorder, however i will attempt to do basic research for the request)

I am also comfortable with writing platonic requests and found family dynamics! I am not limiting myself and you guys to romantic stuff!

reader abstracting, while this may seem contradictory to some of the things in my will not write segment I have written about grief and loss before and I don't think it fully fits the category of what I won't write + death in general, so it shall get a pass

really there isnt much i will turn down that comes to mind, if something is breaching a line or making me uncomfortable i will let you know

reader inserts, ocs, and the like are all welcome here! im not too confident with oc x character stuff due to the simple fact that i fear i may interpret your oc wrong but i am still willing to try!

WILL NOT WRITE:

general problematic stuff is an immediate no

^so like, straight up abuse and abuse adjacent topics since as far as Im aware all the characters in TADC are adults (if I have that wrong please please correct me!!)

i am also iffy on yandere requests, this one is more on a case by case basis so please be sure to specify the intensity of it, since that will really be a make or break for whether or not if the request is accepted

NSFW, this blog is for the most part SFW. I occasionally vague certain aspects, however nothing is ever explicit. That's how far I'm willing to go with these things and I want to keep it that way

Full fledged fanfics; a lot of my scenarios/imagines tend to border on that just on a much shorter scale and in a slightly different format, but I am not totally confident in my ability to write proper fics :(

no graphic depictions of gore or self harm, and i ask that you keep that out of my inbox in general. topics like SH are allowed, however covering requests for the act of it as its happening is an automatic no (IE if you ask me to walk in on a character walking in during an act of self harm), the same applies to suicide

ADDITIONAL NOTES:

i have a nasty habit of not proofreading my stuff, so grammar and spelling mistakes are bound to happen unfortunately. this tends to be a worse issue when im posting on mobile (which i am doing less and less since i like typing on a keyboard more)

^ on top of that i struggle with writing, english is my first language but i have a hard time getting stuff out right on top of having dyslexia so please be patient

i typically tend to respond to requests fairly fast, typically within a day or two, though i do have some periods where it may take longer. (possible) same day delivery YAHOO!!

back to a forewarning, i have a habit of rambling and adding additional ideas and concepts into a request though for the most part i think i remain on topic (that just means you get a little extra content for your request ueueue)

#tadc imagine #tadc x reader #pomni x reader #caine x reader #kinger x reader #ragatha x reader #gangle x reader #zooble x reader #jax x reader

[deathbxnny]

♧《What lies beyond the paintings》♧

(Chapter one- "??? World")

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A/N: So this is my official start to my IB x Hsr inspired series! Now, you don't need to know anything about the game to read this and I wanted to get the first chapter out, before starting requests, so here it is! Please let me know what you think of it and if you'd like me to continue the series!<3

Summary: You only begrudgingly agreed to joining your parents on a trip to the Belobog museum. Yet after touring the entire building and coming across an odd painting, you return to the main floors only to find them empty... devoid of life. What is the meaning of this? And most importantly, where is everyone... and are you really alone? And if you are alone... why do you feel so watched?

Content: Angst, Teen reader, Gore warning, blood, stalking, horror/unsettling elements, very loosely IB inspired story events

Featured characters: Serval, Gepard, Seele, Bronya

Reader can be any gender.

((Not fully proofread))

The Belobog History and Culture museum was deemed as the cities most popular attraction, ever since it opened it's doors weeks ago. Crowds of people practically flooded in and out of the building in a steady stream every day, their eyes wide and curious with awe, as they gazed upon the beautiful and breathtaking artifacts every new room had to offer.

Most forgot the time and just walked around for hours, always excited, whenever they discovered something new to learn about. Some just stood before a painting for a small eternity, fixated on the need to observe and understand it's meaning. And through the hard work of certain important members of the city, more and more people seemed to come in through the large doors every day, just so they can experience a small part of the past themselves.

Your parents were one of those people, having waited on the opening of the museum for what seemed to be their entire life's. Or so it seemed to your bored mind, as you recalled their excitement at the news. It didn't take them long to drag you along for a visit either, not that you had a choice in the matter anyways. You weren't convinced of it's importance or it's impressive reputation. It was just a building with some old junk displayed in it. What's so interesting about that?

Your parents on the otherhand believed that a single visit may just change your mind on the matter. "Come on now, dear... Surely a small look around won't hurt, yes? Go on without us, we'll sort out the tickets." Your mother ushered, an eager smile stretching across her face. You frown, but shrug, deciding to just get it over with. You had nothing better to do anyways.

And so you began walking through the large archways into the first room. You looked around, a feeling of uneasiness filling you. Too many people, you determine. You pushed past people to get through. Children, their parents, an elderly couple, so many people. The entire city seemed to be here and it made you quietly note that the rumours were true after all. Everyone loved this place.

Your eyes occasionally caught the sight of some paintings, even going as far as to read the descriptions. But most were redacted or intelligible to your eyes. It was odd and yet you found yourself never paying enough attention to them. Like you weren't supposed to. Not yet anyways.

"Oh hey there Kid! Good to see you around." Your eyes met Serval's briefly, as you nodded awkwardly, greeting her politely. Your parents were architects themselves. They knew Serval and in turn, you did too. But that didn't make you any less quiet or unsociable. You were always a little like that with everyone anyways.

"Bet they brought you here, huh? Well, I hope you're having a little bit of fun at least... Did you see Gepard anywhere actually? I've been looking for him all day." Serval continued, making you shake your head. "Nope, I'm afraid not." You say, Serval sighing with an understanding nod. "Fine then... I guess I'll just have to continue searching for him... see ya around!" Serval ruffled your hair, a slight laugh escaping her lips, before she slipped back into the crowd and escaped your view.

You huff, fixing your hair, as you continued on your way through the room into another one nearby. You fleetingly caught the sight of Supreme Guardian herself and her grumpy, indigo haired friend, you didn't know much about. But just as fast as you saw them, they also disappeared into the thick crowd. It was beginning to feel suffocating here and for a moment, you wondered if you should just return to the front lobby.

But then, your eyes caught the glint of a marble staircase. It was in a dark corner, hidden partially by large, red satin curtains. Yet you still saw it and suddenly felt the urge to ascend them. You were the only one, who seemed to notice them. Everyone just walked past it, like it didn't exist. Weren't they also curious about what might may be up there? You glanced around, deciding that a little bit of silence would do you some good. Besides, you might as well explore this place to the fullest, just like your parents wanted you to.

You quickly slipped past the curtains, before slowly walking up the white stairs. It got darker and darker with every step you climbed, the buzzing of the crowd becoming distant, until all you heard was the sound of your shoes echoing against the tight walls the stairs were surrounded by. You shivered, suddenly feeling so cold. Finally arriving on the last step, you noticed that you were now in a very dimly lit room. But the light was still enough for you to see that... odd painting with.

It was large and long, reaching both corners of the wall it hung up on perfectly with it's size. Approaching it carefully, you tilted your head at the confusing image. It was abstract and nearly nonsensical. You couldn't figure out any of the shapes and certainly not it's meaning. Perhaps it was another instance of weird modern art... but why couldn't you remember seeing it in the catalogue your mother showed you about the artifacts displayed in the museum? Surely you couldn't have missed something like this...?

Your eyes glanced down at the only description that came with the colorful painting. But just like the other descriptions in the museum, this one was also partially intelligible.

"??? World"

You gulp, suddenly feeling watched. This place was seriously beginning to creep you out. And the mysterious existence of this painting wasn't helping either. You returned back downstairs soon after, deciding that that was enough exploration for the day. Home seemed heavenly now.

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The rooms were empty. The hallways were empty. It was dark. The lights shut off, blinds drawn closed, the buzzing of the crowd deafening against the natural silence of the museum. The sound of your shoes echoed off the walls, your head turning to look around in confusion and fear. Just where was everyone? What had happened? You were headed to the front lobby now, the feeling of being watched becoming stronger and stronger. You sped up.

Had you perhaps forgotten the time? No... you weren't up there for more than at least 10 minutes. There was no way it could've gotten this dark without you noticing. And your parents would've otherwise looked for you, you knew they would have. But when you finally returned to the front lobby, you noticed that it was empty as well. Just what this any of this mean? You couldn't make sense of any of this, as you approached a window in an attempt of perhaps seeing what was going on outside.

It was pitch black, not even a single streetlight to be seen. You frown, squinting to see at least someone out there to ease your anxious mind. You jumped suddenly, reeling back in horror, as you stumbled away from the window. Blood was running down the glass, the liquid glinting dangerously in the dark. "What the hell?!" You gasped, your body scrambling to get away, before you found yourself running through the rooms again, away from whatever that was. You passed another window, having subconsciously sworn that you saw a shadow pass it by.

Where were your parents? Where was everyone? Why were you alone? Who was watching you?

You skidded to a halt, unable to run anymore, as you panted heavily. You looked back at where you came from, yet saw nothing but the empty halls and rooms stretching on endlessly behind you. What was that? You could've sworn it was blood. Real blood. A shiver ran up your spine, as you wondered where it might've come from.

But wait... this room... those curtains... that hidden staircase. You had ran all the way back here... and suddenly you found yourself ascending those stairs again, against your better judgement. You couldn't help yourself. You wanted explanations, answers. You were so dazed, so confused, you just had to see what was up here again.

You were in the dimly lit room now once more, but something was different this time. There was something written on the wall bellow the painting, scribbled clumsily in blue paint. You grit your teeth in fear, your heart dropping.

"Come to me (Y/N)"

You were shivering, your body freezing up for a moment. That was your name. Whoever it was, that was watching you, knew your name. You slowly turned your body around, wondering if it was too late to run, when you noticed blue footprints leading down the staircase. You stare at them, before sighing in defeat, your breath shaky and weak. It seems like you had no choice. With a final glance at the painting, you began following the footprints.

You seemed to follow them endlessly through these empty, cold halls and rooms, always looking out for someone, anyone. But you were alone with whoever it was that stalked you. You could feel their eagerness, their excitement. You didn't want to know, why they felt this way. It was best you never found out either. But your stalker seemed to have other plans.

The blue footprints came to a halt infront of a painting that depicted the lobby of the Goethe Hotel. Your hand shook, as you reached out for it, your fingertips barely brushing against the surface of the canvas, before you blinked and suddenly found yourself in the hotel's lobby. You gasped in surprise, nearly stumbling backwards down the Grand stairs.

You panted softly from the anixiety and fear you felt. You didn't know what was going on. You wanted to go home. You wanted your parents. Your head turned to the front desk in hopes of seeing anyone. But once again, there was not a single soul in sight.

Only a red rose floated slightly above the desk, enticing you to come closer. You were careful with your movements, as though the flower would attack you at any moment. You felt the irresistible urge to touch it then and so you did, watching in awe, as you grasped it's delicate stem. You were holding it now, feeling energised and replenished. Just what was the purpose of this rose?

As you pondered it's meaning, a door on the right opened on it's own, practically inviting you in. You jumped, nervously glancing at the rose. It seemed like you had no other choice but to go along with whatever game you were involuntarily playing.

And so, you slowly and carefully walked through, the doors shutting and locking themselves tightly behind you.

Your fate officially sealed.

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A/N: Alrighttttt.... it's been a while since I've written this much hahaha! I really hope you guys liked it! Please let me know your thoughts and what you think of it!

If you're interested enough, I'll make another part! For now though, I'll finally pass out and sleep...

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[little-pomni]

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- Angst

- Blood/ Mild Gore

- Mature Talk

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- As it's stated above, magic anon are aloud, but not all magic anons will be picked. I will pick the ones that go with the story or that I personally like

- Sugestive asks are aloud, but keep things mild. Don't start explaining all your wildest fantasy to the poor clown

- Asks will always be sorta like she's talking to you on a computer or a phone unless otherwise stated by eather party

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[biblackeagle]

I need more roleplay partners

This is an active attempt at making people want to roleplay with me, because I just need more active ones, other than the one that I currently have (they're irreplaceable for sure!)

Now, I accept anything MxM and FxF, shipping OCs is cool, but I mainly ship things from fandoms (I am quite sure that you will recognise at least one of these, trust me). I find gore completely fine and I come for drama, as long as it doesn't come out of nowhere. I write in a weird mix between semi-lit and literate. If I keep myself short, I either don't know what to write or I am preoccupied with something else at the moment. 18+ stuff is good too, I am 20 (I am a pure bottom, but not all that I roleplay is submissive, most of them stand their ground quite well). I am a very creative person, who will most likely find a plot in anything, so if you want to add things aswell, just let me know!

These are the fandoms that I roleplay (+ if I am desperate to roleplay in it lol)

♤Dream Daddy (not really desperate, only doing it if I get to be Damien)

♡Spaloon 1-3 (yes, yes, yes, all of them queer tentacle creatures!)

♤Pokemon (every generation is fine, we can even be the Pokemon, I am a furry)

♡No Straight Roads (I had an incident, not doing it for at least the next few months)

♤The Stanley Parable (not really desperate, I've done it quite a bit)

♡Countryhumans (it's been at least three years, very desperate and I make a good Germany and Finland)

♤Undertale/Deltarune (I never really mind it, even the AUs are cool)

♡Team Fortress 2 (always up for it, if I get to be either Medics)

♤Super Mario/Luigi's Mansion 2-3 (I want to do it from time to time)

♡Jojo's Bizarre Adventure part 3-4 (the most desperate, poor Kakyoin got done dirty!)

♤Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss (eh, could be worse, I'm obsessed with Staticmoth (don't expect me to be Val though))

♡Detroit Become Human (not desperate, but I can make exceptions)

♤Yokai Watch (I just think this one to be fun)

♡Pikmin 1-4 (I'd be willing to try it)

♤Super Smash Bros (I'd be Mii Swordfighter because he's my main)

♡Steven Universe (I'd be up to do it, respectfully for the lesbian space rocks)

♤My Little Pony (Sure, why not!)

♡Sonic (I don't know much, but I am still willing to do it)

♤Villainous (I make a good Flug and Slug, not desperate though)

♡Good Omens (I have not seen the second season yet, but still!)

♤Hetalia (I am not really knowledgeable, but I can roleplay as Ludwig)

♡Sanders Sides (there are possibilities)

♤Fnaf (I really like being Bonnie of any kind ^^)

♡Cookie Run Kingdom (there's good potential in it!)

♤Wander Over Yander (I literally only want to do deathglare and to be Peepers!)

♡Legends Of Avantris - specifically Once Upon A Witchlight or Stardust Rhapsody (honestly, I would absolutely love to!)

If you are interested in roleplaying with me now, you can comment or dm me. If you prefer roleplaying with me on Discord, I can send you my Discord in dms.

#pokemon #splatoon #countryhumans #roleplay #roleplay ad #tf2 #good omens #hetalia #sonic the hedgehog #villainous #mlp #steven universe #super mario #dream daddy #dbh #nsr #jojo's bizarre adventure #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #undertale #deltarune #tsp #tspud #ssbu #pikmin #yokai watch #legends of avantris

[fanaticsnail]

Hi, just a rando who saw the blacklisting tags post and just wanted to share smth neat about myself: I don't like fics that are shipping content at all? :0 I'm not a very romantic person, so, that genre just isn't interesting to me. Because of this I unfortunately have avoided all fanfic due to lack of um.. understanding if there even is a tag/system of terms that would mean no shipping? from how I understand fic, that's kinda how you find the fics at all in the first place via the shipping tag? (i know no shipping fanfics exist though, and even tried to encourage myself to write some years ago but genuinely felt like there's such a minority of people who would care, I never bothered) I just found it interesting that your question to Moon about what fic she enjoys seemed to translate exclusively (to me) to asking what shipping content she likes. While I could be misunderstanding the meaning on that one, I just wanted to let you know that there's all kinds of reasons why x reader wouldn't be someone's cup of tea, and in my case it's that I don't read fanfic at all due to avoiding romantic content in general! have a great day, and if there IS a tag for no shipping in fics I'd love to actually learn what it is

My Dear, my Darling; I completely understand.

On Ao3, there's the "/" option to tag as platonic (at least I think that's the way you're meant to use it). If the romance is between OP character and the reader, it is tagged "x reader". For example: if the fic describes the romantic relationship between Sanji and a reader: "Sanji x reader" is tagged. If there is an underlying rapport relationship that the reader character has with Luffy: their bond should be tagged as "Luffy / Reader".

I am yet to see the tag used here, and I have no idea if I should start tagging "/ reader" or not for the majority of my fics. I also would like to add, if romance is not your flavour of fic: that is absolutely fine! Reading romance is not everyone's yum.

To quietly add: I have desired to write concepts I have had vivid nightmarish and dark dreams about: sci-fi, adventure horror, thriller and gore are the main elements of those ones. All original works, characters and concepts - but I know it is not something everyone will enjoy reading. It's not fandom, and I have built this page around the One-Piece fandom. I am a Snail; I write romance, comradery and rapport here. The only thoughts I write that are an outlet for non-romance and friendship are interacting within the plot with background OCs and characters.

In saying all that; if there is a request you'd desire to be made for character x character rapport and interaction, or reader x character that you would like to read - your asks are welcome here! If you request this type of fic, I think if you request "Character x Platonic!Reader" would be a way to do it?

I adore writing shenanigans. It is one of the main reasons I play D&D - specifically for shenanigan content (I am in fact playing tonight, and I can't wait for @since-im-already-here and I to obliterate the stupid mind-flayer!)

In regards to the "people not caring" aspect: We watch One-Piece. None of those characters are together romantically! I adore them all and love watching the angst, fluff and relationships between them. That's what brought us all here in the first place!

Thank you for sharing that part of yourself with me, anon. I am so glad you felt able to reach out and educate me, truly. I mean it with the biggest heart that ever did belong to a such a Snail.

#one piece #opla #opla fic #x reader #one piece live action #anon ask #Thank you for reaching out #I adore learning more about this fandom and fic preference

[justm3di0cr3]

𝓐 𝓒𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓼𝓸𝓷 - 𝓣𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓢𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽

Trigger Warnings!! The following contains mentions of death and gore descriptions. Possible writing errors. Do not read if your are bothered by it. The following is heavily based of the original Grimm brothers work specifically "Little Red Riding Hood" so with that mind, be aware of what's written.

Authors note : @viilpstick @midnightmah07 @leonistic I thought yall might wanna read this Also Barbs if you don't mind, I changed the story after we talked according to what you said.

Never walk alone at night. Never talk to strangers and most importantly... Never leave the marked path.

These were only a few things Poppy was taught growing up. With a village built scattered like hers, they were simply safety rules set by her mother. Having to raise Poppy alone naturally made her mother more protective of her. Activily playing a role in her life, filling the emptiness of her long deceased father in her heart. Red was a signature color in her family. Poppy loved her mother to bits, following everything she was told. But curiousity and naivety are no foreign concepts for a child her age.

With her grandmother sick, who happened to be the only other family member she had, her mother packed a basket for her with some treats. Some freshly baked bread, a bottle of milk and fruits labeled to be good for ailments.

With a basket tucked in her arm and a red cloack hugging her small frame, a checkered red and white napkin covering the contents inside the basket, Poppy bid her mother good bye to make a visit to her grandmother.

"And remember, I'll be visiting the market today to buy some stuff later today so stay at your grandmother's for the night. I won't be back till night so you can come back tomorrow morning, okay? And don't leave the path. "

With an eager nod and a skip in her step, Poppy rushed off afterwards excited to see her grandmother. She always made her some of her famous cookies each time she visited so how could she not!

Humming a tune and reaching the main square she saw a couple of her friends playing. They quickly approached her upon spotting the brunette.

"Hey Pop! Whatch'a got there?"

"Just some stuff Mama made for my granny. She hasn't been feeling the best these days."

"Oh. You said your granny loves poppies right? Funny she named you after them too."

Poppy chuckled, "Yea she does! Why?"

"They are some growing abit into the forest. We saw them earlier today while playing. I'm sure she'd like them especially as they are in full bloom so why don't you pick some? "

Poppy's eyes lit up. But then her mothers words rang.

"... And don't leave the path."

A perplexed look took over Poppy's features as she stared at the forest. The sun had yet to set and she wouldn't be long so it would be fine, right?

Hesitant steps were taken as she made up her mind.

Eyes scanning the area for the red flowers. The sun was about to set. She hadn't expected it to take this long. As she turned to leave, something caught her eye. A few poppies growing at the foot of a tree, petals perfectly bloomed with no sign of wilting as if it was made forbidden for them.

A smile graced her features as the young girl bent to pick the flowers.

All of a sudden, a rustle was heard. Poppy stared in the distant where the noise came from, golden eyes peering back at her.

Oh no.

As the wolf stepped out from behind the bushes, Poppy's flight or fight instincts kicked in.

"My, what big teeth you have... "

The beast took another step closer, bearing it's fangs.

With no second thoughts, her legs moved, sprinting towards the exit of the woods. The wolf noticed, it's heavy steps following in persuit.

She was gonna die.... She couldn't outrun a wolf.

"The way is clear, the light is good,

I have no fear nor no one should

The woods are just trees, the trees are just woods"

"Even wolves can be good."

Her mind clouded my panic she didn't notice the sparks that flew as the wolf stopped in its track. The only thought in her mind was to keep moving.

It's no surprise that for a child, the mothers embrace is the safest haven. So the muscle memory resulted in her rushing towards her home once the woods cleared.

After a minute or two, the wolf finally moved, golden yellow eyes searching for it's prey. With the scent tracked once more, Poppy could hear the wolf hasting towards her.

SLAM!

The door shut as Poppy released a sigh of relief. She was safe. But she noticed how quiet the house was.

"... Mama?"

A scream interrupted her train of thoughts.

'i wont be back till night'

No no no no no....

Poppy peered through the window, her eyes unable to move away from the gruesome sight no matter how much she wanted.

The wolf was devouring a woman, her mother specifically. She had led the wolf to her mom...

She watched in horror, her mother flesh exposed as the terror on her face reduced, lifeless eyes now looking into nothing. Color drained from her entire body and limbs bent at odd angles. Maybe due to her resistance from the wolf's fangs. Her blood soaked the ground and her clothes, the only time her mother didn't look good on red. Her bones were visible for the world to see as parts of her intestines were peeking through.

The next thing heard was a gunshot followed by one more as the wolf snarled and left. A hunter had seemed to be walking past and sent the wolf running but Poppy couldn't care less.

Rushing out of the house, breaths becoming shallow and steps unsteady she took of her cloack and wrapped her mothers cold body in it, unable to look at her, half devoured. As she cradled her mom's head in her lap gaining a pitiful look from the hunter behind, the deep red liquid stained her clothes not that she cared at the moment.

It was an odd sight really, even without her cloack wrapped around her...

Little Miss Red was dyed Crimson-

After all in the end, red was a signiture color to the Cosette name.

#Poppy!! ❤️ #twst oc #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland #Oc x canon #twisted oc

[frecklystars]

Bateman is an absolutely pathetic human being that gains his self value by the women he fucks and other people he feels superior too. I don't really get why anyone would recommend him as a f/o for you, maybe as a.... you fixed him kinda deal? Guess the thrill of having such a person see the light and only focus on you, finally selfimproving to be worthy. Or just seeing that pathetic lil man at your feet, someone who thinks we he is so great weeping as he can't have you. I dunno, Maybe. If you go in the movie just be aware that there is onscreen, explicit sex. Just in case that's a deal breaker for you, if he turns to a f/o and that makes you uncomfortable

I can't believe this has turned into a small topic of conversation on my blog when I've never seen this movie in my entire life and I don't even KNOW this fictional character yet 😂 (but I don't mind getting asks about it once in a while)!

This guy most likely isn't gonna become my F/O, he isn't my type -- I mean, I love villains. Love villains. But I've heard he does some, uh, some stuff I probably wouldn't be able to handle watching, I'm gonna probably be looking away from the screen most of the time and not really fully absorbing what I'm watching... but also, he isn't real so I'm not really thinking about the self ship side of things too hard. He'd be "kissed and thrown into the pile" more than anything, as I like to call it.

I have very, very, very low standards for fictional villains, like -- the killing? Whatever, fictional killing is fine, I have plenty of main F/Os who murder, some of them even murder for fun and I like to be their cute little cheerleader. I like to joke "what my husband does on the clock is none of my business" sdlfkjdsf. Villain F/Os are soooo fun to ship with because you get to be their exception, that's the entire point of shipping with a villain!! Having fun!! Not caring!! Because they aren't real!!! BUT. BUT. I do have some Hard No's for my F/O list and I think Patrick crosses 2 of those No's, so I probably won't end up falling madly in love with him or anything like that. He'd be a joke F/O for me to meme on. also... this is a horror movie with, I'm assuming, gore... and I can't watch horror movies. I can't!! I caaaaan't watch horror I can't I can't I can't. So one of my best friends who loves this movie is going to watch it with me and hold my hand the entire time and tell me when to look away bc they know what I can/cannot handle.

However, let's play around with this. Before I see this movie and find out who this guy is -- let's just... daydream a little bit with this absolutely wild concept. I don't know ANYTHING about this guy so don't take my words too seriously here, but I do love the idea of him, like you said, weeping at my feet. On all fours. Holding a bouquet of flowers. Begging to be loved by me, a fallen star who is rumored to love so easily and so freely to any and all who want it. And I'd hesitate to give it to him and it would drive him so fucking crazy. And I think it's even funnier to imagine him doing this BECAUSE he is such a fucked up serial killer. Like teehee I get to be the exception, I get to be the one (1) person he would not murder. Self shipping is all about having fun and there's no rules you have to follow, I can make him as out of character as I want <3

If I did ship with him by some miracle, it'd be, like... so... one-sided. It'd be a joke self ship, it wouldn't be taken seriously at all. Kissed and thrown into the pile, except he's Kissed and thrown into prison forever to rot <3 I'd draw him crying puddles at my feet, sniffling and whimpering while I just look down on him. Oh, he'd fucking hate if anybody else did that, but not me <3 he's obsessed. Up on that pedestal I go. He's never felt this way before and he's losing his goddamn mind over it. The rumors are true, then, he realizes, that the most horrible and dastardly of people can somehow still have a special soft spot in their hearts when they see the fabled Star Girl™ falling from the heavens and into their palms.

And yeah that's what's the funniest part to me, what you mentioned -- why is he being recommended to me every few months??? For the last... what. three years now maybe?? THIS GUY IS SHOWING UP IN MY DREAMS NOW BECAUSE I KEEP READING HIS NAME IN MY INBOX LOL. I had a dream weeks ago that he sat in the audience while watching me perform in a musical and he had a bouquet of blue roses for me and he was the first person to stand up and applaud wildly when my performance ended. Then I had a separate dream last week that he was kissing me and begging me to pleasepleaseplease look at him just look at him just once please Keri please he's crying please Keri please. THIS MAN IS INVADING MY SUBCONSCIOUS!!!!! HELLO 911 THIS MAN I'VE NEVER MET KEEPS BREAKING INTO MY DREAMS WHEN KEN CARSON SHOULD BE IN THEM INSTEAD--

Anyway I HEAR he sobs his eyes out and that's incredibly attractive to me which is the only reason why I'm considering watching the movie in the first place. If this fictional man did not sob pathetically, then I would not be bothering lmao

I really like your idea of him being "fixed" by me, improving himself to be worthy of my love. Crying at my feet. God I'm obsessed with fictional men sobbing their eyes out, especially when they're antagonists. If I ever do ship with Patrick Bateman, that's all there is gonna be to our "relationship" -- him begging me to love him and me pretending to actually think about it lmao I would NOT be taking this self ship seriously in the slightest... we are all here to have fun on this silly little hellsite... I've tamed plenty of fictional murderers before, watch me do it again ❤

And thank you so much for the heads up about the explicit sex scenes, that was really nice of you to tell me. I don't have a problem with nudity/sex so I'll be alright there. I really love how you phrased that the on-screen sex would more likely be a deal breaker for me than the actual gore/murder 😂😂💙💙💙 thank you again!

#every time someone brings up Patrick in my inbox its either 'oh he'd LOVE you' -- OR -- #'oh what the fuck? why is he recommended to you' SDFLKJSDLFSDF???? #i did however watch the business card scene with my friend #and i died laughing. i hadn't laughed that hard in a long time #i didn't expect him to be such a loser. affectionate and deragatory. #anonymous #asks #my magical watch is like 'hey this universe is available but not recommended' #'beep beep' #can you imagine Ken hearing that I might potentially be adding another BF to my list #and he feels insecure because this new potential BF also cries pathetically just like Ken #and is also a misogynist just like Ken used to be #and he's like :( oh no :( sweet girl :( please don't replace me :( #and im like. no ken. no no honey. swear to god you could not be more different from this guy

[the-autumn-apple-artworks]

OPEN COMMISSIONS!

Sup sillies !!

I've decided to try out commissions to support me through University and gain some experience as this will probably end up being one of my main source of income (I plan to be a freelance artist + open either YouTube or Twitch or even both slay)

Since my University classes will take me occupied for most of the day (from 9am to 6pm), the waiting times will be a bit high and the slots very few (3 by default, 5 if I really manage to do it)

So pls be patient and thank you for any kind of support that you will end up providing me, I love you sillies <3 /p

‣ PERSONAL use ONLY

‣ Do NOT use it for any kind of merch or anything that would work as a source of profit. Other than that, do whatever you want with it

‣ Please CREDIT if you decide to share it around, do NOT claim it as yours

‣ As the artist I have the right to keep the credit and use your commission as future commissions' examples. The artwork will be obviously covered in watermark and you'll have the original one with the signature

‣ Please keep in mind that you will be paying the FULL PRICE FIRST, immediately after we establish all the details and the official price, I do not plan on charging for minor changes but I may think about adding a fee if the change is extremely radical and will force me to redo the entire composition from scratch (around like, $5 or something)

‣ I know this may sound very dumb but please PROVIDE DETAILS, give proper references, describe me the pose, BE CRYSTAL CLEAR about what you want. I know it's boring but it'll make my job significantly easier and will make it so that your commission will arrive much faster

I WILL draw

• Robots

• Anthro (Furries, Hollow Knight characters... y'know)

• Humans

• Object-heads

• Minor body-horror (Ex: eyes and/or mouths in places where they aren't supposed to be)

• Mild gore/violent content

• Any kind of shipping as long as it's not problematic (self-shipping, OCxOC, OCxCanon etc etc)

• Slightly suggestive stuff

I WON'T draw

• Complex robots/mecha (Ex: Transformers)

• Feral or any complex anthro (Ex: Pokemon, My little pony characters, etc)

• NSFW (Again, suggestive is fine, just not straight up smut)

• Anything offensive/problematic

• In general anything super detailed/complex/close to realism

• Heavy/Extreme gore

I'll mainly do my commissions through Artistree

Which is directly connected to my STRIPE account.

It's safe, it's user friendly and supports artists

When you request a commission with Artistree, the system will take care of the procedure step by step and it's very intuitive! The artist you commission won't have a fee when you pay and your commission will help plant a tree! How cool is that!

I don't like to use PAYPAL due to how badly it treats its users...

But, if you prefer to pay with it (which is totally fair), then my Ko-Fi is also awailable

BTW‼️

Other payments would be Robux, Steam games from my wish list, Discord Nitro, etc. For that, please contact me on DISCORD: the_autumnapple

... still I put it as an additional option cuz why not, I'm on desperate times atm and I prefer to try save money for myself instead of having to keep asking my parents for it, also cuz it could totally help me by default cuz I could have my own money that I've gained myself for eventual emergencies, you get me

Other than that, Artistree + Stripe combo is hella preferred, tho that'll be up to y'all

Before you pick: A heads up to the general ADDITIONS!

• Flat background: +$0

• Simple background/scenery: +$5

• Complex character that isn't in the "Won't draw" list (Ex: multiple limbs, heavily detailed clothing, etc): +$5

• Every new character added will cost an additional half of the total price of the selected commission (Ex: a rendered full body with an additional character will be $30 + $15 = $45)

Now on the actual commission types‼️

That's all‼️ Hope this will go well and happy commissioning ‼️

EDIT: Realized I forgot to add my Carrd with all my socials and info so WOE‼️CARRD BE UPON YE‼️‼️

#// open commissions #// mike speaks #commissions #open commissions #commissions open #my art #art #digital art #art commissions #art commissions open #artistree #artistree commissions #ko-fi #ko-fi commissions #ko fi #ko fi commissions #kofi #kofi commissions

[profdragonlord]

ProfDragonLord • He/Him Bisexual • 17

📌 Pinned 📌

● General Information ●

I'm ProfDragonLord! You may call me Prof or Dragon, either is fine. I'm just a goober who posts random irrelevant stuff and reblogs a lot.

I do not mind like/reblog spam so go wild.

My favorite posts will tagged with #fav. Asks I receive will be tagged with #pdl asks Characters with common names will be tagged with the series initials or abbreviation followed by the name (Ex. "mk scorpion" "pkmn steven" "fn drift")

My DMs are always open and I'll gladly eat up any asks (please guy send funny stuff)

Mutuals are free to ask for my Discord as well 👍

Blog Warning

I occasionally reblog posts involving minor gore/blood, and eyestrain. If that stuff affects you, it's best to not follow my blog.

DNI List

No proshippers.

Also, just don't be a weirdo on my blog.

○ Interests ○

Subject to change at anytime (if I remember to update this)

• Major Interests •

Fortnite

Mainly Battle Royale, though I have gained an interest in Save The World.

Mains atm are Stratus, Doggo, and Kado Thorne

Homestuck

Finished main comic; have not touched the extended universe stuff in the slightest.

Certified Rogue of Blood

Favorite troll is Terezi Pyrope, favorite kid is Dave or Roxy

I have several fantrolls. Posts involving them will be tagged "jaagzi pyrvon" "ivitar vonvai" "lokall rhomex" "rylohv itrant", feel free to ask about them!

LittleBigPlanet

Clive Handforth my beloved and Oddsock is the best of the lbp3 playable characters idc

lbp2 is my favorite of the series btw

Pokemon

Interested in competitive

Favorite pokemon are Mudkip line, Jangmo-o line, and Rayquaza. There's only many many many more I appreciate, especially some lesser loved ones.

Favorite region is Hoenn and favorite games are PLA, Emerald, and SV

Mortal Kombat

Big fan of Scorpion and Baraka

Sub Zero main in MK1. I suck ass though.

Star Wars

Filthy Prequels fan.

Clanker sayer.

Cookie Run Kingdom

Favorite cookies are Rockstar and Captain Caviar

I do not like Ovenbreak.

Risk of Rain 2

Engineer, Loader, and Railgunner main.

I just like doing dumb shit in it ngl

I just always use the prefix "ror" for tags, even if the character is from ror2

Honkai Star Rail

Argenti, Dan Heng, and Jing Yuan are my favorites.

• Minor Interests •

Halo

Doom

Space, Ocean, Weather

Genshin (I'm only here for Itto)

Plants Vs Zombies

BTD6

Brawl Stars

Skylanders

Warframe

Spelunky

Titanfall 2

Hades

[alohastyles-x]

𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉 - 𝙴.𝙼. | 1

Summary: A sinister entity makes it presence known to you, plaguing your mind with pain and nightmares. You need a little release, but that means talking to the school freak...

Warnings: Violence, Gore, Drug Usage, Death, Language, S4 spoilers,

Wordcount: 3.2k

A/N: Much like Eddie Munson, I am in love with this chapter tbh. but in my next few ones, the dialogue won't be like *exactly* the same as the show! *Reposting bc Tumblr doesnt like me*

ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ, ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛʟʏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ

Main Masterlist | Stranger Things Masterlist | Wattpad

Prologue

P.S. I do not own the rights to any character besides Y/N. This is a fan fiction based off of the show Stranger things. All rights reserved, please don't steal my work.

P.P.S. all dividers from @firefly-graphics :)

As a cheerleader at Hawkins High, it was critical that you maintained the social standard of a popular kid: only hanging with the popular crowd, having the hottest boy in school for yourself, wearing peak fashion statements. You had it all, and any little slip up could land you eating lunch right with the freaks in the back, something you, definitely, did not want. 

So when you found out that Dustin, your younger brother, had joined the group of freaks who called themselves “The Hellfire club”, you were mortified. 

“Dustin! You cannot talk to me at school anymore, officially.” You had said, storming into the kitchen. 

“What? Why?” He asked. 

“Because I cannot associate with… with your… group of friends.” You tried putting it nicely, but he saw right through it. 

“So I’m not allowed to say a single word to you, at all, or your reputation will be ruined?” Dustin asked, a smirk on his face. 

“Correct, Dustin.” You rolled your eyes, grabbing the box of cereal down from the cabinet. 

“So, does that include if I’m dying? Or will your precious ego still be hurt then?” 

“Oh, shut up Dustin.”

There was a slight pause as Dustin stared at you, mouth agape, before you spoke again.

“You can tell me if you’re dying but thats it! I mean it!” You said, firmly. Dustin fist pumped the air before grabbing his things off of the counter. 

“Let’s go, we’re going to be late miss too-cool-for-her-younger-brother.”

You rolled your eyes once again before grabbing your bag and following Dustin out to the car.  

At school, you both went your separate ways. You headed towards your group in the front of the school. They were waiting for you before heading inside to their lockers. Dustin headed to the right, towards Mike, Lucas, and the rest of the members of their club. 

You looked over your shoulder, making sure Dustin made it to his group okay when you caught the eye of the lead freak of the group… Eddie Munson. Your eyes lingered for a quick second, as did his, before you turned your attention back to your group. 

“Yo, Dustin, I think I just locked eyes with your sister,” Eddie said, still watching as you tossed your hair over your shoulder. 

“Psh, yeah right. I’m not even allowed to talk to her or else I’ll ‘ruin her’ apparently. I don’t think she’d risk looking at you… no offense,” Dustin finished quickly as Eddie turned his attention to him, staring intensely. 

“Whatever dude, it’s not like I’m into her anyways.” Eddie said, before turning and heading into school. The rest of the club followed him, leaving Dustin, Mike and Lucas left standing outside. 

When you turned your head back over your shoulder to take a peek, you realized Eddie and his goons had left, leaving your brother and his friends standing outside. You frowned, hoping nothing had happened. You were pulled out of your thoughts quickly though by Jason Carver, your boyfriend. 

��Y/N? Everything okay?” He asked, his hand laid gently on your shoulder. 

“Uh, yeah, everything’s fine!” 

“We were just talking about going out to the Diner after school. You comin’?” He asked.

“Oh, yeah I’ll let you know. I’ve been getting really bad headaches lately, so I may not be up for it today,” you replied honestly. He gave you a worrisome look, before turning back to the group. 

“Let’s meet out front after school, we can take my car.” Jason dismissed the group, placing a soft hand on your arm to stop you from leaving with them. 

“Hey, babe, is everything okay? You didn’t tell me you were getting headaches…” he trailed off, clearly concerned. 

“It’s fine Jason, really, it’s nothing. I think I’m just stressed over some grades.” But the truth was, it wasn’t nothing, and you weren’t fine. You had been plagued with nightmares lately of a dark forest thick with fog, there was a giant clock every direction you turned, ringing consistently as the fear that someone was lurking behind you grew stronger… closer.. until you woke up in a panic, drenched in sweat. One of the nightmares felt so real, you woke up screaming. Dustin had bust your door open, an oar in his hand as he started swinging around. 

“What… what is it? What’s wrong?” He was screaming, trying to find the source of your fear. 

“Dustin, it… it was just a dream.” 

That night he had slept on the floor next to your bed, refusing to move back to his own room, just in case.    

“Okay… maybe try seeing the counselor. She can help you with this.” Jason said, moving his hand down to yours, grabbing it softly. 

You adored everything about this man and how sweet he was to you. He always treated you with respect, making sure you were okay. Sometimes, though, you just wished you had something… more.

“Yeah, I will. I’ll go see her today,” you promised, giving him a faint smile. He pulled you in for a hug, squeezing tightly. 

“I will always protect you,” he whispered, almost darkly, in your ear. You knew he meant it too. 

You knocked gently, before Ms. Kelley answered for you to come in. You were nervous, unsure if she could actually help what you were struggling with, but you made a promise to Jason, and you never broke your promises. 

“Y/N! What a lovely surprise. How can I help you?” She asked, a bright smile on her face as you sat down across from her.

“I was hoping, maybe, you could help me with something?” 

“Okay, what’s going on?” She asked, her face softening.

“Lately I’ve been having these… these horrible headaches and nightmares.” 

“What are these nightmares of?” Ms. Kelley grabbed a notebook off the desk, and uncapped her pen. She began writing as you talked. 

“It starts out somewhere like my home, or school, but then after I take a few steps I end up somewhere else. The woods. They’re dark, thick with fog, and theres this clock. Its huge, and standing everywhere I look. Its ticking, tick… tock… tick… tock… tick… tock… until it rings, only once, and I feel rushed as if something thats been looking at me from the fog suddenly runs up on me, and then I wake up.” You finished, tears pricking your eyes as you think back to the traumatic nightmare. 

“That sounds really scary,” ms. Kelley responded. She handed you a box of tissues, which you took gratefully. You could already feel the tears beginning to break through your lashes onto your cheeks. 

“What do you think triggered these nightmares?” 

“I don’t know… they just started happening this past week.” You dabbed at your eyes, careful not to mess up the mascara you put on this morning. 

“Lets just take a minute and think of anything slightly negative that happened that could have caused this.” 

You didn’t have to think about it though. You knew what could have very well triggered these nightmares, but you refused to accept that as the answer. There was no way… right?

You shook your head, discarding the thoughts in your mind before you felt even worse about yourself. 

But that didn’t help. You grabbed your bag, slinging it over your shoulder and stood up quickly. 

“Y/N-,” you cut her off by flinging her door open, letting it close behind you. The last thing you wanted to think about was that night. You crossed your arms, hugging yourself.  You looked up, quickly regretting it as you made eye contact with one Dustin’s friends, Max. You looked down, making your way quickly to the bathroom to calm down before your next class. Jason was in it, and the last thing you needed was for him to see you like this. 

Flinging the bathroom door open, you ran into one of the stalls, locking it and dropping your bag. The feeling to puke overcame you faster than you could process it, but your body went into autopilot, letting you drop to the floor hanging over the dirty school toilet. You chucked it all up, panting slightly as you tried to catch your breath. 

But your heart sank quickly as you looked up to see the entire bathroom dark, covered in a thick fog and what looked like black, sludgey vines. 

“What the-,” you began to think to yourself, but you were cut off by the sound of a clock ticking. Oh god… 

Then came a new sound, something sinister and dark that made your breath hitch in your throat. It was a low growl, moving closer to you, accompanied by the sounds of wet footsteps. You squeezed yourself between the toilet and the stall wall, fear overtaking your entire body. 

Your body shook violently, as you saw the source of the wet footprints walk slowly up to the stall you were in, stopping right in front. They matched the black sludge that filled the bathroom.The voice grew louder, raspier. Tears flowed freely down your cheeks, and your hand gripped your mouth tight, trying to be silent. No matter what you did, it wasn’t enough, he was there, waiting… listening. The air felt tighter around you as you struggled to breathe. Your heart felt as if it stopped breathing, your chest feeling like it was about to cave in.

Just as you felt like you were about to pass out, suddenly the bathroom door opened, and just like that the bathroom was back to normal. You sobbed quietly, not wanting whoever just walked in to see you like this. 

“Are- are you okay?” A voice came from outside the stall. 

It was Max. Shit. 

“I’m fine, just go. Go!” You yelled, until she flew the door open to the bathroom and left. 

Normally, you would have felt bad for yelling at her, but you weren’t sure if this… thing was still here lurking in the shadows, and the last thing you needed was someone else to get hurt- or worse- at your expense again. 

You gathered yourself together as quickly as you could, grabbing a paper towel and wetting it to remove the mascara streaks down your cheeks. Luckily, it worked better than usual, and you were able to fix yourself up as if nothing happened. 

If only you could do that to your mind. 

As you left flung open the bathroom door, you ran right into someone, hard metal smacking right into your gut. 

It was Eddie Munson, his thick belt with chains the source of your abdominal pain. 

“Yo hey, watch where you’re going lady,” he joked, holding his arms out. 

“I’m sorry,” you responded timidly, not meeting his gaze. He was alone, his goons already in class. 

“Hey, it’s fine, I was just messing with you. Is everything okay?” He asked, noticing your tear stained cheeks. You looked up at him slowly, your breath hitching as you made eye contact with him. 

“Can I meet you after school… where Jason meets you?” You asked, hoping he understood what you were referencing. He smirked. 

“Do you know the spot?” 

“Yes, I think so.” 

“Alright, little lady. I’ll see you then,” he saluted you, before walking off to wherever he was going. 

You nodded your head, to really no one, and headed to class. 

The sound of twigs snapping under your feet set you on edge as you trudged further into the woods. It was roughly thirty minutes after school ended. You wanted to make sure Dustin had a way home, and you had to let Jason know you were going home instead of meeting them. He was reluctant to let you go home alone, but you insisted you would be fine. It was just a headache, you told him. If he only knew the truth, you were afraid he would never leave you alone. 

You made it to the picnic table in the woods, the spot where Eddie did his deals and where his group liked to party. Beer cans littered the table and various spots on the forest floor.

An uneasy feeling settled deep inside of you. You bunched up the hem of your skirt in your hands, looking around. Eddie wasn’t here yet. A light fog start to roll in. A twig snapped in the distance.

“Hello?” You called out, hoping nothing but Eddie called back in response. As you waited, listening, you began to hear the distant ticking of a clock. Looking to your right, you notice a giant grandfather clock, much like the one from your nightmare, embedded into a tree. 

You began to talk towards it, almost as if you were entranced by the fear. It continued to tick, your footsteps landing in synch with ever tick… tock… tick… tock…

As you stepped closer, you noticed the glass on the face began to break, spreading further until a small hole appeared in the middle. You held your breath in anticipation, waiting for the next move. Tiny black widows began to emerge, one by one, all over the clock. More and more spilled out from the hole. You began to back up, on the verge of hyperventilating when you ran into a hard body right behind you. 

Panicking, you turned to see who- or rather what- it was. 

Eddie. Just Eddie. 

“Woah, hey, hey, hey. I didn’t mean to scare you,” he chuckled but stopped immediately when he saw your face. You were white as a ghost, looking up at him with a mixture of fear and relief. 

Glancing back at the clock, you realized it wasn’t there anymore. The tree was normal again, the bark all in tact as if nothing was ever there. 

“… are you okay?”  He asked, looking around for any possible explanation as to why you were so scared.. 

Nodding your head, you took a deep breath. You could feel the tears trying to escape your eyes, but you wouldn’t let them. Using the sleeves of your cheer sweater, you wiped at the bottom of your eyes. 

Eddie’s lunchbox landed on the picnic table with a loud metal bang, making you jump slightly as you sat down across from it. Eddie could sense your uneasiness as he took his jacket off, noticing your leg shaking violently.

“There’s nothing to worry about,” he started, hoping he was calming you down. “No one ever comes out here. We’re safe. I promise.” 

“So, how does this work exactly?” You ask, finally looking up at him. His brown eyes were dark, but kind. Trustworthy. 

“Oh, you know, just like any other old sale, except cash only and for obvious reasons, no receipts.” He responded, smiling gently. 

You looked down, the uneasy feeling still not leaving. The events of what happened today were haunting your thoughts. You felt bad, not wanting Eddie to take it personally, but you couldn’t just explain it away either. 

“I’ll do you a half ounce for, 20. What do you say?” He held out a bag of weed. “Plenty of bang for your buck, should last you a while…” 

A twig snapped behind you, stealing your attention away from him and into the woods behind you. Fear gripped you, yet again, leaving you breathless and white as a ghost. But it was only a squirrel. 

Eddie grew impatient, thinking your fear was getting caught for either buying drugs, or being alone in the woods with him. 

“Hey, we don���t need to do this. Just give me the word and I’ll walk away.” He was annoyed, but mostly with himself. Why did he think this would go any differently than the popular Y/N being scared of being in the woods with him. He shook his head slightly. 

“No. It’s not that, I don’t want you to go,” you pleaded, quickly turning your attention back to him. If only he understood. Maybe you could try and put it in a way he could… 

“It’s just that… do you ever feel like you’re losing your mind?” You ask, breathing heavily as you waited for his answer. He looked down trying to catch your gaze. When you gave it to him he smiled. 

“Uhh, you know, just like on a daily basis.” He chuckled. “I mean I feel like I’m losing my mind right now, doing a drug deal with Y/N Y/L/N the queen of Hawkins high.” 

The way he referred to you as queen sent shivers down your spine. It tingled, in a good way, and you stared at him trying to figure out why. 

“You know, this isn’t the first time we’ve hung out.”

“It’s not?” 

“You don’t remember?” 

“I’m sorry-,” 

“That’s okay,” he cut you off, feigning hurt and sadness. Suddenly, he grabbed his chest, falling backwards off of the picnic bench. You yelled out, gasping as he crawled to stand up and lean against a tree. 

“I wouldn’t remember me either Y/N. Honestly… do, do I have stuff in my hair?” He asked, shaking leaves out of his hair. You couldn’t help the laughter that escaped you. The comic relief easing your nerves instantly- exactly his intent. 

He continued, going on about the last time you hung out, for a talent show in middle school. The two of you reminisced over your acts, you doing a cheer, him playing with his band.  

It felt good to sit and talk to him, unbothered by the woods around you, the fear that once gripped your soul dissipated, replaced with happiness. Eddie felt good, knowing he had succeeded in getting you to loosen up. Your smile was radiant, contagious almost as you talked about his band. Your laughter rang lightly through the air, warming even the darkest parts of him. 

“You know… you’re not what I thought you’d be like.” You said, smiling up at him.

“Mean and scary?” He smirked, pulling strands of hair down to his lips in a cute manner. 

You nodded your head, chuckling slightly at his attempt to be less intimidating. 

“Yeah, well, I actually thought you’d be kind of mean and scary too.” He said. 

You laughed, the thought sounding ridiculous to you. You were aware the rest of your friends were just that… mean and scary. But after watching Dustin get bullied, you could never make anyone else feel that same way. 

“In other good news, flattery works for me. So twenty-five percent off the half. Fifteen bucks, you’re robbing me blind practically.” He chuckled, throwing down the bag of weed in front of you. 

You looked at it for a second, contemplating. Weed was nice, sure, but you weren’t quite sure it would do what you needed it to do this time. There were stories of weed amplifying some people’s anxiety, paranoia. You didn’t want to risk that. 

“Do you have anything, stronger?” You asked hesitantly, a little nervous about how he would respond. You looked up at him, hopefully that maybe he could see the desire to escape deep in your eyes. He looked hesitant, concerned, and a little sad before he finally responded. 

“Yeah, but it’s back at my place…” he trailed off. Now he was the one anxious, worried you might take his offer the wrong way. 

“Okay,” you replied, standing to your feet.

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Chapter Seven - A Real Rain

Summary: FBI agent Leila faces a profound life change after giving birth to a baby girl, supported by her loving husband. Despite the challenges of motherhood, Leila returns to her role as a dedicated agent a few months later, ready to confront gruesome and haunting cases with the BAU team.

Pairing: BAU!Fem!OC x Male!OC , EVENTUAL Aaron Hotchner x BAU!Fem!OC (Like much later)

Warnings: This story contains mature themes such as sexual content, strong language, violence, mentions of alcohol and drugs, blood, gore, and death. All the usual Criminal Minds stuff. And there is NO CHEATING.

Note 1: I imagine Leila Kade as South Asian but I have decided to let you, the reader, imagine her appearance, hence the reason why I have not given her a face claim. However, her race does not affect the story, whatsoever. You, as the reader, are free to imagine her however you want. If you don't see her as South Asian, then that's fine. It won't affect the storyline. I also imagine the OC!Male as South Asian, but again, it won't affect the storyline.

Note 2: The team will consist of the main cast (Emily, Derek, JJ, Spencer, Penelope, Aaron, and Rossi) but will also include Elle Greenaway and Jason Gideon because they were some of my favorite characters and I wanted to include them with the rest of the team. Basically, Elle and Gideon never leave when Emily and Rossi join.

Note 3: There will be multiple time skips throughout this series. For example, the first chapter will begin on the first season and episode of the show but then there will be a time skip to later episodes (because there are obviously way too many episodes to write this series on and I wanted to include specific episodes that would help the plot of this story). This means that this series will be a slow burn romance but I believe it to be better this way. This will also stray from the actual show a lot, so don't expect it to follow the plot precisely.

Series Masterlist

Season 1, Episode 17

Jasmine's joyful giggles filled the room as Zaid continued to play with her, bouncing her gently on his stomach. Leila lay on her pillow, her eyes heavy with exhaustion, but her heart warmed by the sight of her husband and daughter bonding.

"I don't want to go to work." Leila mumbled, her voice barely audible as she fought the urge to stay in bed.

Zaid turned his attention from their daughter to Leila, his expression softening with understanding. Still holding Jasmine securely, he offered her a gentle smile. "I know, honey." He said. His gaze briefly returned to Jasmine, pride and love evident in his eyes, before he turned back to Leila. "Why don't you take a day off today? Just one day to relax and recharge. It won't hurt, right?"

Leila paused, considering Zaid's suggestion. The thought of a break sounded enticing. The last extended break she'd taken was during her maternity leave, which felt like ages ago. However, all the thoughts washed away when her phone started ringing.

“Never mind.” Zaid sighed.

Leaving her family was the most challenging part. She had deep respect for her job, knowing that catching those sick criminals meant one less murderer on the streets. However, she couldn't help but despise being away from her family for days on end.

Being a mom while also being an FBI agent wasn't the easiest job. Although she had her husband, Jasmine sometimes wouldn't even go to her dad, wanting to be with her mom all the time. Balancing the demands of working tough cases for days straight and then being back at home to take care of her daughter and spend time with her family as a whole took a toll on her mental health. But at least she had Zaid, who helped her in any way he could.

As she prepared to say goodbye, Zaid wrapped his arms around her, drawing her closer to his chest. "You're overworking yourself. You should take a break soon."

She sighed, resting her head on his chest. "I know. I will soon. Maybe after this case."

"Okay, good." He replied, planting a kiss on the top of her head. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Leila said, glancing over his shoulder to see Jasmine lying on the bed. She walked over and sat on the edge, giving her daughter a quick kiss on her forehead. "I love you, Jasmine."

Jasmine squealed with delight, kicking her legs in response to her mom's affection. Zaid joined the baby on the bed, knowing how fussy their daughter could get when her mom had to leave.

On the jet, Leila sat next to Elle, who was playing cards with JJ and Spencer. They were en route to their new case, which involved a serial killer who stabbed knives into the victims' ears, then broke off the handles. Leila put on her glasses and delved into the case file.

“This is not how I planned to spend a few days home in New York.” Elle said, looking carefully at her cards.

“I'd kill for an afternoon at Barneys and dinner at Il Cantinori.” JJ responded.

“I'm looking forward to seeing New York.” Spencer chimed in, shocking everyone on the plane with his response.

Derek raised an eyebrow. “You've never been to New York?”

Spencer shook his head. “We've never had an unsub there.”

Aaron turned to Gideon, overhearing their conversation. “I thought you were going to talk to Reid about taking some vacation time.”

“What's vacation time?” Gideon sarcastically questioned.

“Reid, it's a one-hour flight.” Derek exasperated, still shocked.

“Well, if we have some time, I'll show you around.” JJ smiled reassuringly at Spencer.

“It's a three-hour train ride, man.” Everyone, except Leila, laughed, while Spencer looked flustered.

Leila rubbed her temples, sensing a headache coming on. Zaid was right, she really was overworking herself. She was afraid she might become sick soon.

Elle looked over at her and furrowed her eyebrows. “Hey, you okay?” She whispered, as not to gain attention from the members on the plane. “Do you need anything?”

Leila shook her head, laying her back onto the seat. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

“It’s kind of my job to worry about you, Leila.” Elle retorted. “I’m here if you need anything.”

Leila looked at her from the corner of her eyes, giving her a tight-lipped smile. “Thanks, Elle.”

Situating herself at the station in New York, her raging headache did not subside even after they landed. Leila took some painkillers in hopes that the headache would go away, but it had yet to kick in.

Someone placed a glass of water in front of her, causing Leila to look up. Aaron sat down in the chair next to her, keeping his usual stoic face present. “Drink it.”

Leila rolled her eyes but complied, bringing the glass to her lips and taking a few sips. “Thanks.” She mumbled, placing it back down and closing her eyes.

“You’re overworking yourself.” Aaron stated, narrowing his eyes at her. “If you need a few days off, just tell me.”

She scoffed, rubbing her eyes. “Aaron, if I needed a day off, I would’ve told you. And I don’t want to leave you guys.”

Locking eyes with her, his stern face didn’t falter. “You’re a vital member of this team but if you need some time away, I understand. You’re an agent who is also a mother to a little girl, so you have priorities outside of work.”

Her face softened at the mention of Jasmine. She put the glass of water down onto the desk, then clasped her hands together to tuck under her chin. “I guess I do need a break.” Aaron was about to speak before she cut him off. “After this case, though. I’m taking a break after we’re done with this case.”

Aaron nodded his head before standing up. He gently offered a comforting touch on her shoulders before walking away.

The team decided to get dinner at a nearby restaurant, not having found any new leads in the case after a long day. Leila’s headache had finally simmered down, allowing her to feel comfortable with working once again.

“So you know there was a big hole in the profile you presented back there.” Aaron told Gideon, as they all began to eat. Leila smelled the delicious food and immediately dove in, feeling starved from the entire day.

JJ looked confused, looking between Aaron and Gideon. “What's the hole?”

“I left out the possibility our UnSub might be a cop.” Gideon answered. Leila looked up at them, her eyes going from one person to the next as she continued to chew her food.

Derek chimed in. “Well, they do know the system. They're definitely overworked and underpaid.”

Aaron nodded his head but his eyes were set on his plate. “They see so much injustice every day they can easily take matters into their own hands.”

Leila swallowed before inputting her own comment. “It would certainly make sense.”

Spencer added his own facts, all while struggling to use the chopsticks. “When someone like our victim is killed, police refer to the murder as a public service murder.”

“You know how many rapists I saw walk during my Sex Crime days?” Elle shook her head, sighing. “And either the victims, they didn't want to press charges, or the juries, they said that she was asking for it. It was enough to make you explode.”

Leila took a napkin to wipe the corner of her mouth, holding it in her hand as she continued to eat. “The system is messed up. It doesn’t make sense how these people can just get away.”

“Well, it's a long way from feeling like that and actually committing murder.” JJ stated. “Don't you think?”

“Oh, not really.” Aaron responded to JJ’s question. At the same time, Spencer asked the waiter for a fork, causing everyone to snicker. Leila grinned, shaking her head at the boy’s actions.

“Did you know that experts credit Confucius with the advent of the chopstick?” Spencer began again with his facts. “He equated knives with acts of aggression.”

Derek laughed, holding the chopsticks up. “You don't know how to use them, do you?”

“It's like trying to forage for dinner with a pair of number two pencils.” Spencer answered and the table burst out laughing.

“Okay, here let me help you.” JJ said, taking Spencer’s chopsticks out of his hands to wrap a rubber band around it.

“Oh, the rubber band trick.” Derek smirked.

“Yeah, the rubber band trick.” JJ smiled.

Derek went back to the initial conversation.“Well, New York City cops do have a lot of pressure on them. Every move they make gets scrutinized.”

“One of the first cases of criminal profiling happened when a New York City cop asked a criminal psychiatrist friend to help with the Mad Bomber case.” Gideon stated.

“The Mad Bomber was a major inspiration for the Unabomber. He eluded cops in New York for 16 years, starting in 1940, but he kept his promise and never set off a single bomb during the Second World War.” Spencer said.

Gideon continued. “Psychiatrist James Brussels, he developed a profile so accurate, he predicted that when they caught the Bomber, he'd be wearing a double-breasted suit and it would be buttoned.”

Elle chuckled, looking around. “You guys, we're here in New York and even when we're not talking about our case, we end up talking about another profiler.” They all mumbled in agreement, while Aaron spoke up.

“You're right.” He turned to look at her. “So, Elle, are you seeing anyone?”

Derek laughed, almost choking on his food. Leila smirked, sipping on her glass of water before she caught Elle’s eye, winking at her. Elle’s face grew red and she looked away, her eyes set on the food on her plate. Derek continued to chuckle even as Elle changed the topic. “Uh, Gideon, why didn't you tell the cops that it might be one of their own?”

“If we're gonna catch the guy, we need all the help the cops can give us.” Gideon answered honestly. “Last thing I wanna do is accuse one of them of murder.” Suddenly, his phone began to ring, which he picked up a second later. “Gideon.”

“How's it going there?” JJ nodded her head towards Spencer, who still seemed to be struggling.

“Awesome.” Spencer said sarcastically. “It's absolutely incredible, 1.3 billion people stay nourished using these things.”

Leila clapped to tease him, grinning. “Yay, Spencer! You’re doing it!” Spencer rolled his eyes but smiled, anyway.

Gideon mumbled something back into the phone before ending the call, his face rid of all the joy that was there only thirty seconds ago. “He just took out a cop-killer.” He said, causing everyone to look up and their smiles to fade.

Leila’s mouth opened before she shut it back closed. She let out a deep breath, losing her appetite altogether. The team quickly finished what they could and paid the bill, leaving the restaurant, and headed back to the PD.

After lots of new information, they were able to locate the unsub who was currently inside the most recent victim’s apartment. Gideon had called them to ensure they were safe, but as soon as he heard a gunshot over the phone, the team quickly rushed to the apartment.

Leila geared up, wearing her bulletproof vest as she, Aaron, and Gideon were ready to enter the building. There were police cars and ambulances surrounding the complex, sirens blazing into the air.

The three held their guns up in front of them as they made it to the door, hearing the unsub screaming at the victim’s wife to shut up. Gideon was the first one to walk inside, with Leila and Aaron following. Leila slowly put a hand in front of the wife, backing her away from the unsub and her husband on the floor.

Gideon tried to calm the unsub down, speaking to him to try and get him to release the gun in his hands. Leila’s gun was still pointed at him. “You’re hearing voices, right?” She asked him, trying to get through to him.

“They always lie.” The unsub, Marvin, said. “If he dies, they'll go away.”

Aaron spoke with his fierce gaze set on him. “What do you think, they won't come back? Waverly, Iowa, 1999. A man kills two boys, only to walk away free and kill another one.”

“Stop.” Marvin mumbled.

Gideon continued. “Haskins, Georgia, last year. Three white guys. Three white guys kill a black teenager, just because. Four witnesses see it, the jury finds them not guilty, just because.”

“The first two boys were 14 years old.” Leila added, noticing that it was working. “The third was only 12.”

“Shut up!”

“It doesn't stop.” Leila kept going. “Diallo, Blake, Simpson, T. Cullen Davis.”

“You can't kill fast enough to keep up.” Gideon finished.

Marvin started to cry. “They killed my parents.”

“I know.” Gideon responded.

“I'm so tired.”

“Marvin, listen to me.” Gideon put his hands up, his gun already on the ground long before. “Why don't you just give me the gun, and I promise you, I will get you a place to rest.”

It was only a few seconds but Marvin put the victim onto the ground, beginning to rise up from the floor to give the gun to Gideon. However, at the last second, Aaron shot him.

Leila silently huffed out a breath, looking at Aaron who slowly lowered his gun. He didn’t look at her but called for the ambulance to come up. They heard the medics rushing inside and began to take away both the victim and the unsub, with the wife by the former’s side.

Leila, Aaron, and Gideon walked out of the building, watching as the ambulance took them away. She pursed her lips as she walked towards Elle, Derek, and Spencer. Aaron walked behind her, but he was extremely quiet.

She didn’t have any words to say. She felt her headache return and she silently winced, rubbing her temples. The loud noises of people conversing and the sirens blasting only made it worse.

She turned around to see Aaron’s gaze on the apartment. She tapped him on the shoulder, making him look at her. “I’m ready for that break.” She declared, crossing her arms. Aaron only nodded, but no words seemed to form.

Returning home, her headache seemed to increase. She grabbed her bag and shoved all of her files inside. Though she was taking a break, she knew that the paperwork would have to get done, somehow.

She exited her office and walked over to Aaron’s, who was sitting at his desk filling out more paperwork. She knocked on his door and he muttered a quiet, “come in.” She walked inside, waiting for him to look up.

“Take a week off.” He told her, knowing how difficult it was for her to balance between work and her personal life. “I don’t want to see you here until next Monday. No offense.”

She shrugged, laughing. “None taken. I don’t think I have the energy to see any of you for the time being, anyway.” She turned around to leave, but stopped. “I think you should take a break soon.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “I can’t.”

“Why? Just because you’re the Unit Chief?” Leila asked, shaking her head. “Bullshit, Aaron. You tell me that I’m overworking myself? Look at you.”

“I…” Aaron sighed. “It’s not that easy. There’s too much to be done and I feel selfish for taking a break when I know there’s no actual emergency.”

Leila raised an eyebrow. “So, what? Unit Chief’s don’t deserve breaks unless they have an emergency? That is the stupidest thing I’ve heard.” Aaron stayed quiet but his eyes were still on her. “You deserve to be at home with Haley and Jack. Just because you don’t have an emergency doesn’t mean you can’t take a break.”

When he still didn’t say anything, Leila sighed. Her eyes landed on the photo on his desk, a picture with him, Haley, and Jack.

“I’ll see you in a week, Aaron. Think about it.” She said, before leaving his office and closing the door behind her.

#aaron hotchner fluff #revelations series #angst #fluff #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #fanfiction #aaron hotchner fanfiction #criminal minds series #aaron hotchner x bau!reader #aaron hotchner x original female character

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600 Follower Celebration

Hii guys and girls and nonbinary pals, despite my best efforts to alienate all of you I have reached 600 followers, so I'm doing a little something something.

You can either:

Send me a pose reference from my pinterest board for drawing poses and send me a ship / or a character. Bear in mind that my art is nowhere near great or anything, but if you can look past that, please be invited to help me further try out stuff.

or

Send me a ship / character (if you want it reader, please specify the gender) and a prompt to write for. My favourite prompt list is this one, but you are free to sent something else if you like. These will be around 2k, longer if I'm really into it :D

Please don't sent several on anon. Just pick one. I can't check this of course, but I have to trust you here.

General Rules:

No Teacher x student ships, no incest, no gore, no dead dove content, no incredibly large age gaps (yes in canon i mean here)

No horror or body horror not because I'm against it, but because I'm bad at it

Mind that I don't write full mlm smut for personal reasons, but that does not mean you can't request something spicy for an mlm ship. I'll work around it. Just don't expect explicit smut

No Team 7 ships, I'd rather not get into that warzone.

Addition: No Sasuke ships. I did not think that was worth saying but apparently it is.

All other canon ships are fine. I am not an anti to anything :D

Boruto era is fine too and I doubt that I have followers who like that, but no ships between the kids that are still kids in Boruto.

OC's as always welcome, if I know them already. If you are in the OC sever or the Malewife server, feel free to send stuff my way.

I can freely say no to anything I don't vibe with. You may unfollow me afterwards if you want.

Naruto / Shippuuden / Boruto only please. (Vera Ilu, but this is my nart blog, you can request jjk on my main blog <3)

I doubt I'll get soo much for this, people just usually don't request stuff of me, so I'm giving this a long deadline for now: one week. If by a miracle I get overwhelmed with requests, then I might close it earlier.

That's it folks! Sorry for sticking around and annoying all of you all the time, but thanks for hanging out. Idk why you all do, but thank you! <3

#nisi follower celebration #uh yeah idk how to tag this LMAO ok whatever whatever

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H/C Prompts Welcome

So, because my muse has been unreliable at best in the last few months and I've promised my therapist I'd find a new creative outlet, I'm going to try to do Whumptober this year.

Feel free to hop over here to see the potential themes and make any suggestions/requests that would fit under one of them.

Please keep in mind:

These likely will just be scenes/ficlets (500-1500 words), though they could be longer.

I specialize in gen!fic, that can be read as pre-slash if desired. No sexual prompts, please. I also don't typically write main character death or graphic torture/gore. Implied is fine.

The prompt has to be somewhat H/C-related to qualify, though I have zero problem writing crack!fic with a serious premise

Missing or cut/expanded scenes from any of my past stories are fair game

I need to at least know the fandom, though it doesn't necessarily have to be one of my current regulars.

Be as specific (or non-specific) as you like, but understand I have to interpret the prompt as I can make it work.

You can comment here or Ask Me, or leave it in a review to something on AO3, whatever's convenient

If you have something that doesn't fit in any of the themes, feel free to suggest it anyhow and we'll see if I can make it work.

Thank you in advance!

#fanfic #fanfiction #writing #whumptober 2023 #whumptober #star trek tos #star trek aos #sherlock fandom #sherlock holmes #bbc merlin #other fandoms just ask