#this is SEVERE ooc okay yall

[pathologicalreid]

cryptic | S.R.

You and Spencer get a surprise beyond your wildest dreams.

who? spencer reid x fem!AFAB!reader category: fluff (hurt/comfort a little bit) content warnings: oh geez. pregnancy, periods, weight, medical inaccuracy, cryptic pregnancy, traumatic birth, NICU, hospitals, maybe a little ooc i'm not sure, breastfeeding, reader is running solely on oxytocin, crying. word count: 6k a/n: does anyone else have an irrational fear of this? is it just me? that's why i wrote this anyways. also i wrote this MONTHS ago so if it's bad i'm not culpable. (yall voted for unhinged fluff, here it is) anyways i'm calling this part of my "spencer reid dilf agenda".

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In his work life, Spencer faced fear every day – that was part of the reason he loved life with you so much. The two of you had just moved to your first house together and were still unpacking boxes when he was called away to upstate New York for a case.

You weren’t frustrated with him; you merely kissed him and encouraged him to go save the day.

So, when he told you last night that you must’ve hurt your back trying to move the couch, he didn’t think anything of it. He just told you to rest and to let him know how you were doing in the morning, but when the morning came, there was a break in the case. Spencer had completely forgotten that he was expecting your call.

As the team waited in the police precinct, he didn’t wonder why Hotch answered a phone call and furrowed his brows at Reid until he called him over to talk in private.

For once, his overactive mind went blank when Hotch explained to him that you were in the hospital and that he should call your best friend, Ivy.

In a daze, Spencer pulled his phone out of his pocket to find that he had missed two calls from you and thirteen calls from Ivy. Isolating himself in an abandoned office, he looked at your friend’s contact and pressed the call button.

The phone didn’t even have a chance to ring before Ivy answered, “Spencer! Oh my god,” she said, sounding relieved to be hearing from him. “I am so sorry for calling your boss. I pulled his number from Y/N’s contacts – I didn’t know how else to reach you, and I- “

“Ivy, what’s wrong?” Spencer asked, teetering between panic and impatience. “She told me she thought he had just pulled a muscle moving,” he explained, wondering what could’ve happened.

On the other end of the call, Ivy took a deep, shaky breath. “She’s okay, but you have to come home,” she whispered, keeping her voice down.

Now he was leaning closer to panic, “Where is she?”

“Northern Virginia Hospital,” Ivy responded. “When you get here, call me, and I’ll bring you to her,” she told him.

Spencer took a deep breath and left the empty office once he ended the call, very nearly running into Hotch, “I need to- “

Holding his hand up in a ‘wait’ gesture, Hotch nodded, “There’s a flight going out, Morgan will drive you to the airport. Don’t worry about anything here,” he instructed him, gesturing over to where Morgan was standing with the keys to one of the SUVs.

After promising to call when he could, a thirty-minute flight, and a ten-minute taxi right, Spencer called Ivy back.

“Hey,” her voice was quiet through the receiver, “are you here?”

He turned around in the lobby of the hospital, “I just came in the front entrance; what wing is she in?” He asked. Which wing would a back injury be in?  He supposed it depended on the severity of the back injury.

She cleared her throat and there was a soft rustling before Ivy answered, “Stay put, I’ll come to you.” Her words came out quickly as if she was trying to prevent him from going looking for her.

Then he began to lean closer to impatience, nonetheless, he waited the couple of minutes that it took for Ivy to come out of an elevator, motioning for Spencer to catch up before they took the elevator back up. “Ivy,” Spencer said, “What is happening?”

“She called me at six this morning, saying that she thought she had pulled a muscle in her back and couldn’t sleep. I told her to take some ibuprofen and try to rest, and if she didn’t feel better by lunch, I’d bring her to urgent care. She called me again at ten and told me something was seriously wrong, but she didn’t know what,” Ivy informed him, her voice sounding distant. “She was crying, and I’ve never heard her sound so scared. So, I called an ambulance and met her here while she was triaged…” Her voice trailed off as they exited the elevator.

Spencer’s heart ached at the thought of you being so scared, but it still didn’t answer his question: What happened?

Ivy sniffled and wiped her nose, “Spencer, have you ever heard of a cryptic pregnancy?”

He stopped in his tracks, eyes as wide as saucers, “She’s pregnant?” His words came out as a whisper, a mix of emotions flurried through him.

Your best friend smiled softly at him, “No, she had a baby. That back pain? She was in labor.”

Questions popped into his head quicker than he could ask him. He took a trembling breath, “Where are they?”

She led him around the corner, crossing her arms in front of her chest, “She’s in postpartum recovery, the baby’s up a floor in the NICU. It all happened really fast; you know? Anyways, they kind of whisked the baby away while saying things about Apgar scores that we didn’t really understand.

They stopped for a moment to get Spencer a visitor’s badge before he motioned for Ivy to continue.

Ivy shrugged in response, “She was kind of inconsolable after that, they gave her something to calm her down, but she keeps asking for you,” Ivy said, stopping outside of a door.

Spencer peeked through the blinds to your room. You’re awake, lying on the white bed, absentmindedly picking at the hospital bracelet around your wrist.

“If you need a minute before going in there, take it. Once you go in there, you need to be strong or brave or whatever,” Ivy instructed, putting her hands on her hips. “I’m not saying you can’t be confused or upset, I’d be worried if you weren’t. I’m saying she just gave birth unmedicated without ever even knowing she was pregnant, and they haven’t come back with an update,” she said, looking at Spencer like she was assessing a threat.

He nodded in understanding. Maybe when his head was clear he’d thank Ivy for being so protective of you, but he just nodded. “I need to be in there with her,” he insisted.

Ivy acquiesced, letting him know that she was going to go to the house to get clothes and was going to the store. At that point, Spencer had only been half listening to her.

You didn’t move on the bed when he opened the door. He looked at the whiteboard on the wall, his heart clenching when he saw the words ‘Baby Reid’ written below your name. Spencer quietly walked closer to you before he pulled a chair up so that it was at your bedside and took a seat. He could see tear tracks on your cheeks, “Sweetheart,” he whispered.

Your eyes closed, and two more tears streaked down your cheeks. There was an IV in your wrist and your vitals were being monitored. It wasn’t until Spencer leaned over and smoothed your hair back that you really started to cry.

Gently, Spencer sat on the edge of your bed, and you leaned forward into him. He just held you, running a hand up and down your back as he gently shushed you, “I’m here, darling. I’m here.”

“I had a baby,” you rasped, so quietly that Spencer wasn’t sure if you were telling him or trying to convince yourself that it wasn’t a dream.

He was quiet for just a moment, letting a few silent tears stream down his own cheeks. “I know,” he murmured, “I’m so proud of you.”

You hummed, leaning back ever so slightly, closing your eyes when Spencer kissed your forehead. “I tried calling you,” you whispered, looking up at him with watery eyes and lifting your hands so that you could wipe away the tears.

“I know. I’m so sorry,” he tried to apologize. There was no way for him to navigate this situation, but if he felt this lost, then he couldn’t begin to fathom how you were feeling.

Shaking your head, you waved off his apology, “Did you catch the bad guy?”

He nodded, smiling at your question, “Yeah, we got him this morning. That’s why I didn’t get your call,” he said as he took your hand and intertwined your fingers. “Can I get you anything? Have you eaten? Do you need water?”

A slight smile grew on your face at his concern, a fact that made his heart soar, “I should probably eat something.” The smile faded quickly, “We should probably talk, right?” You asked, leaning forward in the bed to reach for a pile of papers at the foot of the bed.

Noticing a pained look on your face, Spencer set a hand on your shoulder. “I’ll get it,” he said, guiding you so you were lying back on the pillows. “Please be careful,” he reached for the papers and handed them to you.

Quickly, you flipped through the stack of papers that was now in your lap. “I’ve been thinking, you know, and they gave me all of these papers with my options, but we have space at the new house. I work from home most of the time anyway, and we can afford it and- “

Spencer cut you off, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “Yes,” he whispered against your lips before he kissed them again.

Studying you, he watched as you visibly relaxed into your hospital bed. He followed your gaze as you looked out the window of the hospital room, “Spence,” you breathed as a nurse wearing pink scrubs walked into the room.

She looked at him, “Hello, are you dad?”

Dad. He was a dad. Spencer nodded enthusiastically at the nurse.

“I’ve got these bracelets for you two then, they’re to help keep little families like yours together,” she says, loping the white bracelets around both his and your wrist. “Baby’s got two,” she lets you both know. “So, Baby Reid had a hard time breathing at first, but we up in the NICU cleared some of the amniotic fluid from her lungs and everything is looking much better now. Another nurse is bringing the bassinet now…” her voice trailed off when someone knocked on the door.

He wanted to make sure he had heard the nurse correctly. Did she say ‘her’?

The door opened, and it was the tiny hat with the bow that gave it away. She wriggled on the white sheet in her bassinet, looking around her new surroundings. Spencer looked from you to her and couldn’t help the tears that pricked his eyes. It was an emotion that he couldn’t quite place.

Noticing the way you leaned forward, the nurse spoke, “Would you like to hold her?”

“I- Can I? Is she okay?” You asked nervously, for the first time that day, Spencer heard the fear in your voice.

Nodding, the nurse wheeled the bassinet closer to you, helping you move your hospital gown so that you could do skin-to-skin. As she did so, she talked about bonding with a newborn, but Spencer was so enamored watching you that he wasn’t really listening. “We’re estimating that she’s about thirty-five weeks, so she’s late preterm, but she should be able to go home when you do,” the nurse informed you, making sure you were comfortable holding the baby before she stepped back.

The concept of being in a home surrounded by boxes with a newborn stressed him out, but then the tiny baby on your chest let out a squawk and he returned to just watching the two of you.

Both of the nurses left to give the three of you time, and you turned to Spencer, “What was thirty-five weeks ago?” You asked, gently rubbing your thumb over your newborn’s back.

“Exactly? July sixteenth,” he responded, watching your daughter as her eyes shut. “She fell asleep,” he observed, dropping his voice down to a whisper.

You hummed in response, bending your head down and pressing a gentle kiss on the crown of her head. “She needs a name,” you murmured, “we can’t keep calling her baby.”

Spencer leaned over the edge of your bed, “Do you have any ideas?” He asked, even though he already knew you’ve been keeping a list of baby names in your phone for years.

Shrugging ever so slightly, you peered down at your daughter, “All I know is that her last name’s gonna be Reid.” Your eyes flittered up to his, “Please don’t cry. If you cry, I’ll sob, and our daughter is asleep on me, and I don’t want to wake her up.”

“I just love you so much,” he told you softly.

“We can do this, can’t we?” You asked him nervously, narrowing your brows. “She doesn’t have a name. Our house is a disaster. Oh… Spence, we don’t have a car seat. We can’t take her home if we don’t have a car seat.”

Realistically, Spencer knew that you had at least twenty-four hours before you were released from the hospital, maybe forty-eight, given the circumstances. He also knew that you knew this, and he was afraid the events of the day were beginning to take a toll on you. He wasn’t going to say that, instead, he leaned forward and comforted you, “We’ll figure something out, I promise, okay? The name thing we can do.” He encouraged you to take one step at a time, “What about Ivy?”

Your head snapped up, “Really?” You asked, staying conscientious of the newborn on your chest.

“She was there for you through all of this when I couldn’t be,” he shrugged. “Did you know she dug through your contacts on your phone and called Hotch when I didn’t answer?” He watched a small smile tug at your lips, “I just think we should honor her in some way.”

Nodding, a full smile bloomed on your face, “Absolutely.” There was a brief silence, “Do you need to call Hotch? You can step out if you need to. We’re fine alone. I mean just for a little while not for- “

That was the second time you had nearly worked yourself into a panic. Spencer set a hand on your shoulder, “Y/N, angel. Don’t stress yourself out, okay? I’ll handle it.” He promised, after all, you had already done the hard work.

You paused and took a deep breath at his encouragement, leaving the both of you in silence while you caught your breath. “What about Eleanor?”

He smiled and looked at your sleeping baby, “It’s perfect,” he whispered.

The first time Eleanor, who had quickly been nicknamed Nell, cried with the two of you in the room was also the first time Spencer held her. He had been too nervous before, not that he’d tell you that, but when her wails started and he saw you wincing as you sat up in the bed, he instinctively picked her up.

He was still in his work clothes. Granted, he had taken off his tie and the top two buttons of his shirt had been undone, but it didn’t seem to bother Nell, the baby had quickly hushed upon contact. “Sit back,” he gently instructed, “Are you in pain?”

You nestled back into the pillows, “Just a little, they said it’s normal.”

Nothing about this was normal, Spencer wanted to say, but he knew you were well aware. He handed you the baby, knowing that it had been two hours since she last ate and that was likely why she was crying. According to the nurses, she was a good eater. He took their word for it.

Spencer watched you rock gently as Nell ate, you were staring off at nothing, so he asked, “What are you thinking right now?”

“I’m wondering why you’re not more freaked out,” you admitted, looking down at the newborn.

He leaned back in the chair, “I don’t know. I work best under pressure and with a little bit of chaos. It’s also highly likely that the entire situation hasn’t fully sunken in yet.”

You nodded understandingly, “It’s a lot to take in. If you think about it, most parents have months to fully prepare and wrap their heads around it. It’s been about ten hours for me. Maybe six hours for you.”

Nodding, Spencer watched intently as Nell fell asleep, her tiny fists falling and quiet coos coming from her. He heard you say something to him, but the words didn’t process. “What?”

Giggling quietly, you cocked your head at him, “Do you want to hold her?”

“Uh, I don’t know,” he replied honestly. You seemed like you were taking to parenthood exceedingly well, he was afraid he wouldn’t match up.

In the end, it was your understanding smile that prompted him to agree. “Unbutton your shirt,” you ordered, laughing at him when he looked bewildered. “Skin-to-skin isn’t just for moms, Spence. Besides, I want you to bond. I want her to know who you are even when you’re away for work.”

He obliged your request, undoing his shirt so that he could gently place Nell on his bare chest. She squawked while she was being moved from parent to parent but quieted again as soon as she was being held, “she’s so small,” Spencer remarked, marveling at the tiny creature on top of him.

You nodded sleepily, “Four pounds, fourteen ounces. She had to fit behind my ribcage somehow.”

The oddness of the situation began to find a place in him. Were there changes in you that neither of you had noticed? Your period was always irregular, there was no significant weight change, and even morning sickness had seemed to totally pass you by. “I can’t believe we had no idea,” he murmured as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to Nell’s head.

“I went to the doctor three months ago for chest pains, do you remember? I took an at-home pregnancy test just in case and it came back negative. The nurses here told me that there’s a less than one percent chance of that happening,” you informed him, slowly starting to mumble.

Spencer looked up at you to find that your eyes were fluttering shut. “You should sleep. I’ve got this.”

You grunted in protest, “but what- “

“No,” he interrupted. “She just ate, she’s sleeping, and you’re exhausted. I can spend some time with her while you sleep.”

Sleepily, you grinned, sliding down on the bed, and settling your head on the pillows, “Daddy’s girl,” you whispered.

He loved the sound of that.

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You had always known that Spencer Reid was perfect, and as you watched him fall into the role of father, that knowledge became concrete. You blinked the sleep out of your eyes and kept your gaze on the two of them, not daring to disturb the peace. Instead, you watched in awe as he held your daughter, softly speaking to her as if she could fully comprehend what he was saying.

For all you knew, she could understand what he was saying. She was Spencer’s kid, after all.

Gently, he whispered to her and one of her little fingers gripped his index finger. “Your palmar reflex lets you hold my finger like that, Nellie. It’ll go away when you’re six months old,” he softly swiped his thumb over her back as he murmured to her. “I don’t usually like surprises,” he admitted to the infant, “but you and your mama might just be the best thing to ever happen to me.”

You grinned, reaching your hand out and touching the green armchair, “I love you.” He reached out a hand to hold yours. “Do you want to try to get some sleep?” You offered. Your body still ached, but getting some sleep had made you feel loads better.

“I don’t think I can,” he answered candidly. “I feel so…”

“Wired? Stressed?” You suggested.

He shrugged slightly, “I was going to say hyperaware, but yes,” he responded.

You wheeled the empty bassinet closer to him, “Set her down. Babies can sense stress. Take a minute, catch your breath,” you told him.

Reluctantly, Spencer placed Nell in the bassinet, adjusting the hat on her head while you watched him. “Don’t worry about me,” he said softly.

Your shoulders drooped involuntarily, “When was the last time you slept, love?” After years with Spencer, you know he would go days without sleeping in order to break a case. His lack of a response answered your question well enough. Quickly, you pressed your call button and asked if a nurse could take Nell to the nursery.

Once you made sure the baby was taken care of, you moved over in the hospital bed and patted the open space. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” he told you.

That was the problem with Spencer. He would always put you, and now Eleanor, ahead of himself. It made your heart ache. “Spence, this has been the craziest day, and I can tell you haven’t slept. So, get over here and lay down with me,” you instructed.

Rolling his eyes, Spencer kicked off his shoes before lying next to you in the hospital bed, “Do you promise to wake me if you need anything?” He asked as he gingerly pulled you into his arms, afraid of hurting you.

You hummed, resting your head on his shoulder, “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“I hate that saying,” Spencer whispered, pressing a tender kiss to your hairline.

Closing your eyes, you relaxed into him, “I promise, angel. Get some sleep.”

You startled awake, looking to make sure you didn’t wake Spencer. Your chest ached as you sat up, cringing at the noise your papery hospital gown made. Gingerly, you placed a hand over your heart, feeling the pounding of your heart and listening to the beeping of the monitor, cursing the screen for making so much noise.

This had happened earlier before Spencer arrived, and the doctor had given you something to calm down then.

When you came into the ER, they thought your appendix was bursting, but when they did an ultrasound, they found that you were in active labor. There was no time for an epidural, they didn’t have time to give you anything for the pain. A kind nurse held your hand and quickly explained what was going to happen.

Within thirty minutes, you arrived at the hospital, gave birth, and had your baby taken to the NICU.

It was too fast; your brain was so overwhelmed that it had shut down. It seemed like a ridiculous thought; how did you miss the birth of your daughter?

Hiccupping back a sob, you felt a comforting hand on your back, but the fact that you had woken Spencer up just made you cry harder. He wrapped his arms around you, and you buried your face in the crook of his neck. “Shh, it’s alright,” he cooed, rubbing small circles on your back. “I love you so much, you know that, right? I’m so sorry I wasn’t here for you,” he comforted you. “It’s okay, it’s just all catching up with you, honey.”

You pulled away, wiping the tears from under your eyes. “It’s okay,” you repeated his words.

“What do you need right now?” He asked, smoothing your hair back. “Do you want to make a list? Do you want to move around?”

Nodding absentmindedly, you watched as Spencer pressed the call button and got up, helping you stand. Your legs shook, and you felt a bit like a foal, but it felt good to be out of bed. You haphazardly finger-combed your hair before stepping into hospital slippers and leaving the room. For now, the nurses instructed you to just walk around the maternity ward.

As the two of you walked around, you made several lists. Things you needed to buy. People you needed to call.

By the time you’d returned to the room, Ivy had returned. Spencer opened the door for you and helped you sit on the end of the bed.

“I’ve come bearing gifts,” Ivy greeted, grinning with bags in her hands. She gestured to a suitcase, “First, clothes for both of you. I just grabbed whatever I thought might be good. Toiletries and stuff too,” she said, rolling the suitcase off to the side. “I grabbed a couple of newborn outfits, but again, I was kind of flying blind. The lady at the department store was extremely helpful.” She handed Spencer a bag of baby clothes. “I got a car seat, the same lady recommended it, she was probably getting a commission, but it’s in my car. I have approximately zero idea how to set it up, but I figured, Spencer has a doctorate in engineering. He can do it.”

You glanced blearily at your best friend, “Ivy, you didn’t have to do all of this. This is too much,” you confessed, holding a tiny onesie in your hand.

She dismissed your insistence with a wave of her hand, “I also got this.” Ivy held out a small stuffed duck. “I know it won’t do her much good now, but I couldn’t help myself.”

After you changed out of your hospital garb, you looked at Spencer, “Go call Hotch, we’ll be good here for a while.” You gestured to your best friend, who was filtering through the suitcase she had packed, trying to find your hairbrush. At your request, he told you he’d also ask the nurse to bring Nell back down so that Ivy could meet her.

Once he was gone, Ivy sat behind you on the bed and brushed through your hair, tucking it out of your face, you were finally beginning to feel a little bit more like yourself by the time she had finished.

You watched intently as the nurse arrived at the door, “Do you want to meet her?”

Ivy nodded enthusiastically, lips parting as she observed the small baby. “Is that her name?” She rasped, looking at the card on the bassinet, Eleanor Ivy Reid. “That’s not funny, don’t joke about stuff like that.”

“Yeah,” you whispered, keeping your voice down as Eleanor slept. “It’s not a joke, and for the record, it was Spence’s idea,” you informed her, reaching into the bassinet, and scooping up the now-swaddled infant. “He’s so grateful that you were there for me, and I am too.”

She smiled, “I’m always going to be here for you two – you three now. Number one babysitter,” she said, pointing to herself. 

You sighed and looked from your friend to your daughter, “She’s got a whole FBI unit of babysitters.”

“I’ll be here when they’re away – when Spencer’s away,” she reminded you, carefully adjusting the hat on the baby in your arms.

The last thing you wanted to think of was Spencer being gone, leaving you to take care of a baby you weren’t ready for.

Ivy must have sensed your nerves, “Hey, you know I’m always in your corner, right?”

You nodded slowly, “It’s just all catching up with me. I have to call my mom. I have to call my boss. How do you retroactively apply for maternity leave?”

“One thing at a time,” she said soothingly. “Right now, just enjoy your time with your perfect little family. I’ll call your mom for you,” she offered. “If your boss gives you any grief, he’ll have to deal with me.” Standing up, she placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, “I’m going to go get food, do you two still have the same orders from the deli?”

Confirming with her, you moved so that you could feed Nell, watching her as she looked up at you. “She’s right, you know? You are perfect,” you cupped her head with your hand, looking up to find Spencer watching from the doorway.

“Hotch says congratulations,” he spoke gently, striding over to your bedside and sitting on the edge of the bed. “He also said to let the team know if we needed anything,” he let you know, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He continued to let you know that Hotch had offered to figure out Spencer’s paternity leave, and while you felt bad about giving Hotch something else on his to-do list, it felt nice to have one less thing on yours. 

You nodded, “Ivy’s gonna call my mom, so that’s two things off of our list.”

Spencer squeezed your shoulder, “They asked if they could come to visit, but I didn’t want to answer for you.” He moved back to the armchair, “I just said we’d let them know.”

“At the very least we’ll send a picture,” you murmured. “I’m surprised you’re not researching newborns right now.”

Raising his eyebrows, Spencer shrugged, “I asked one of the nurses if I could get access to the hospital library.”

You snorted, “Of course you did.”

No one from the BAU ended up visiting while you were in the hospital, mainly because the idea of too many people in the one hospital room made you anxious, but both you and Eleanor had been cleared to go home. Eventually, you would have to allow visitors.

“Spencer, you can go the speed limit,” you said from the backseat of the car, not taking your eyes off of the baby in her car seat.

He glanced back in the rearview mirror, “This stretch of road is bumpy. I don’t want to wake her.” Despite his anxieties, he was taking to fatherhood remarkably well.

You shook your head, “She’s already awake, babe.” She looked around her new surroundings, spending part of the six hours a day that she was awake going home for the first time. Part of the beauty of a newborn was that they slept for eighteen hours a day, but only in about fifty-minute bursts.

Spencer kept glancing back, and you made a mental note to get a mirror for the rear-facing car seat.

As he turned onto your street, you sat up slightly. “Who’s here?” You asked, looking at the cars in your driveway. You recognized Ivy’s car, but none of the others rang any bells.

“That’s JJ’s car, and that’s Morgan’s truck,” Spencer told you as he pulled into the driveway. Once he got out of the car, he ran around to where you were sitting. He opened the door, taking the car seat out of its base before helping you out of the car. “I had no idea they were here,” he said curiously.

You hummed thoughtfully, looking at Eleanor in her car seat. There was a part of you that felt horrible, you didn’t have anywhere for her to sleep set up. Another part of you knew that she’d be just fine sleeping in your arms while Spencer set something up. “Far be it from the BAU to abandon one of their own in their time of need,” you murmured, stepping through the front door as Spencer held it open for you.

Setting the carrier on the coffee table, you undid the clips so that you could hold the baby. As you lifted her, her legs scrunched up until you held her to your chest, at which point she settled.

“Where are they?” You asked, gently rubbing Nell’s back as she started to fall asleep on you. You peeked around the corner into the kitchen, across the counter, there were bottles set out to dry, along with other various baby things. “Oh, Spence,” you breathed.

There was a distinct lack of boxes in your house, they weren’t entirely unpacked, but there were much less than there had been when you left. A crash from upstairs got both of your attention, Spencer’s arm instinctively going around your waist.

Together, the two of you walked upstairs, finding members of the BAU in one of the rooms that was going to be a guest room setting up a nursery. “Hey?” You said, peeking in through the doorway.

“Oh my god!” Penelope said, “Wait, crap, sleeping baby.” She covered her mouth with her hands, horrified at the idea of disturbing the sleeping infant.

You smiled, looking around suspiciously, “What’s going on here?”

Rossi waved a finger at you, “Your best friend is a drill sergeant is what’s going on here.”

Confused, you turned around to see Ivy with her hands on her hips. “I thought you weren’t coming home until the afternoon,” she explained, “I was going to have them all out of here so you could have a nice peaceful house.”

“You enlisted the BAU to unpack our house?” You asked her, tears pricking at your eyes.

Ivy shrugged, “It started as just asking a question, but we all came to the same conclusion. The two of you were never going to ask for help, so we had to take matters into our own hands.” She wiped her hands on her jeans, “Plus, they have kids, so they actually knew what you needed,” she gestured to JJ and Hotch.

You leaned forward to give her a one-armed hug, keeping yourself mindful of the baby. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Penelope hugging Spencer.

JJ stepped forward, “I’m around. Any questions you have,” she assured you. “How are you feeling?”

Laughing nervously, you looked up at Spencer, “Still reeling.”

The rest of the team laughed too, which brought you some semblance of comfort. “I almost thought you were playing a prank,” Emily confessed.

“No, you definitely thought they were trying to prank us. You didn’t believe them until they sent the picture,” Morgan said, exposing her.

Appalled, Emily rolled her eyes, but you spoke up, “I’m not sure I would have believed us either.” Had you not experienced it firsthand, you definitely would’ve been skeptical. Eleanor was going on two days old, and you had still woken up wondering if it was all some kind of dream.

Spencer had previously told everyone that no one could hold her. He was concerned about germs. You echoed his concerns, just maybe not as strongly. So, instead, everyone just cooed at her until Spencer gently ushered you into your bedroom.

You let out a sigh of relief when you spotted a bassinet set up next to your bed. Gently, you set her down while Spencer pulled the bedding down, “You should rest,” he told you softly.

“Spence, I just spent the majority of the last two days in a bed. I’m tired of bed,” you responded, sitting down on the ledge of the bed.

He hummed in response, “You just had a baby.”

Reaching out, you took his hands in yours, “Moving around will be good for me. I promise not to do anything to tear my stitches. I’ll just show Nell the house.”

“Babies don’t recognize their surroundings until four to six months, so she wouldn’t recognize anything you showed her anyway,” he told you.

You narrowed your eyebrows at him, “Spencer."

He held up his hands in concession, “Right, overbearing.”

“Hey,” you said softly, “We’re still figuring this out, right? So, we’ll take it one step at a time.” You offered, having already had an in-depth discussion about being okay with making mistakes. “Why don’t we go check out the nursery?” You stood up, watching as Spencer carefully picked Nell up, cradling her in his arms.

You led the way into the hallway to find JJ, Morgan, and Ivy finishing the nursery. Morgan and JJ moved the crib to a different side of the room while Ivy placed books on a shelf.

Ever so slightly, you leaned into Spencer, glancing at the sleeping infant in his arms, you reached over and cupped her head with your hand. “This is your family, Nell,” you whispered, smiling when Spencer leaned down to press a kiss to the crown of your head.

That was your first lesson in parenthood, it really does take a village.  

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#criminal minds #spencer reid #criminal minds fanfic #spencer reid fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #written by margot #spencer reid angst #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds angst #criminal minds fluff #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fic #dr spencer reid #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds hurt/comfort #spencer reid hurt/comfort #spencer reid dilf agenda

[redswaberkez]

Who kissed the other first… p2 or p1

inhaLE EXHALE ALRIGHTT

I THINK. I THINK. first was p1 BECAUSE p2 knows that p1 doesnt like intruders in his personal space. p2 knows that the plague and paranoid deusions is really tough shit to deal with. When you cant trust anyone who is around you . p2 knows this bc he himself too struggles with alike problems but way less severe imo. p2 doesnt do sudden movements (but he reeeallyy wants to) in their relationships to show that he means no harm. Like its sound pretty ooc rn BUT!)

BC THIS IS POSTAL DUDES AND IT CANT BE THAT EASY LMAO here comes a spoon of tar. and a bit of an essay on my comic do yall remember this?

you can say: redswa! but p2 literally intrudes in the holy of holies! THE CROSS!! and. TURNS IT OVER

HERE GOES THE COUNTERPART 💥💥💥 in this one particuar frame p2 shows his weak side first (literally tells p1 abt the worst day of his life).

To show that he means no harm. and guided by this logic THATS WHY p2 later decides to turn p1's cross over. 5head yeaa i know😎 "I showed you my weak side now im gonna mess with yours" ofc later it triggered p1. breakthrough thought for a godly person. p2 helped p1 through this trigger episode.

OKAY BACK TO QUESTION

p2 waits for p1 to be ready himself to be sure that everything is goes FINE. i hc p1 has problems expressing emotions so romantic question was reeeaalllyyy a challenge to understand for him. SO p1 was first who kissed the other IN REAL LIFE_)) (now imagine p2's (day)dreams OOOOOP)

#p1 x p2 #ask

[narcopharmacist]

Short Dramione fic review (and some spoilers too)

It's been a while since I finished a long fic/multi-chapter (The Binding by curly_kay). I've only read oneshots so far, because I just could not seem to have the courage to commit to another long fic yet.

Here are the oneshots that I read this week:

Evigilatio by darkcivet - I didn't read the tags so I was confused as to why Draco was suddenly transforming. Anyways cute story, loved the smut. 😉

Blink (dmhgchallenge drabbles) by blackestfaery - SEVERELY underrated. Despite having very short stories, they're fun to read. Lighthearted, fluff.

In All Honesty by darkcivet - this was hilarious 😂 Lighthearted, fluff, fun! Dumbledore was in it yall! He's a shipper!

Exposé (Ginny's Version) by undercoverdrxco - a fun read, implied smut. Loved it! Ginny is our detective, and she KNOWS for sure Hermione's got a man because guess what, she HEARD them 😂 Her first guesses were wrong though!

Marked as Mine by LilithShade - set in an omegaverse. Draco is A, Hermione is O. Smut was hot. Plot twist was good. We got implied NottPott in it too.

One Pleasant Memory by Musyc - my god. So this was set when Draco just got sectum sempra'd by Harry. He's in the hospital wing. Hermione, for whatever reason rushed to see him. They weren't even tgt at the time. Things get spicy later. And guess what, we have a v!Draco here! Hermione isn't 😉 The story ends when the trio are in the Malfoy manor, and Draco has to identify them in front of Bellatrix.

Most of these recommendations were published just a few years from the release of the last Harry Potter movie, because I have a tab that's set to filter Dramione stories from 2011 to 2015, because, as I have mentioned in my previous posts, I wanted to read fics that were fresh from the completion of the movies.

Additionally , here are the DNFs of my night.

On the Nature of Daylight byt ikorous

--> I think this is one of the highly recommended set-in-Hogwarts fics.

I bookmarked this a while back after reading the summary, and I decided to try reading the first chapters of it. I read the tags, dom Draco/sub Hermione (I could totally do that), but then here comes the toxic Draco train (it just popped into my head I swear). I looked this up on Reddit again to see the comments about this, and most said that this had amazing smut. I was definitely in for that. However when people asked for fics similar to this, the damned Water by kissherdraco was recommended. We know how that ended for me (I hated it), but I decided to continue on with this because the structure of the paragraphs was cohesive anyway.

The first 2 chapters I did not really find Draco to be immediately toxic at all (vs Water by Tyla- I mean kissherdraco). He was horny. But because I was dreading the ending after seeing that this fic had an "angst" tag, and I did not see a "happy ending or HEA" tag, I contemplated on skipping to the end of the story to figure out if I could spare my time reading this one. I'm glad I did skip to the end. I checked the comments first, and they were all heartbroken. So then I went to reading the last chapter before the epilogue. I found out that the ending was before the Deathly Hollows, or somewhere during, because it ended with Dumbledore getting killed, and before the war, or the war was just brewing.

Draco left. He was a Death Eater.

I read the chapter preceding the final chapter. Okay there was smut. The dirty talk, jfc. Draco's nicknames for Hermione. I cringed. I just saw insta posts where people shared nicknames that were icky, and it all began with "little." Bestie this was full of it. "Little kitten" 🫠🤢

The dirty talking... It just felt so OOC. Especially Draco. I just could not.

Anyways, I don't have to have my heart broken. I'm satisfied with the contents I read from this fic, even if they were select chapters.

I heard this had a sequel? But author mentioned in the notes/comments that it's gonna be darker, so F that.

A Dish Best Served Cold by MistessLynn

--> Smut, yet again. Of course I'm in here for the smut, but Hermione here was so OOC I had to stop 😂🙈

Set in Hogwarts 8th year. The buildup was really good, until Hermione did the thang 😭💀 I had to skip the entire part. Well, I skipped to the end.

You might be wondering, why on earth do I want to read smut but stop when they do all the weird things? Well I cannot imagine them being so OOC. I don't like it 😭 It does not feel natural for them, the characters, especially the ones in my head. I want them to stick to the original characterization.

This is basically all I can post about tonight.

I would love to reread The Binding.

I'm thinking of making another post about a fic I highly recommend. Though it may need trigger warnings.

Toodleloo!

#dramione #draco x hermione #dramione fic #godmothersthoughts #dfrasst

[exposenseiarchive]

oh right so! i might not have been super clear about this from the beginning, and i think rhys did make a post about it however i just wanna also say -- i know it looks weird that we jumped right into heavily shippy stuff on dash, but we’ve actually been writing these two pretty actively for like, a year on discord / private rps!! 

that said, i also wanted to take this moment to say my mains have been updated and i am, ofc,  shipping with @fortevoce. :)c  

#[ ; | * road work ahead? uh yeah i sure Hope it does ( ooc ) ] #[ ; ship | * you’re my sunny side. ( erasermic ) ] #[ ; | * v. come rain ; come shine. ( erasermic ) ] #just gonna. drop those here while we're at it #reminder that i handle verses for ships like... okay. i always have a 'setting' verse and then a ship one if it applies #so like several ships could be found in 'main' because thats just.. a setting indicator #idk if that makes sense ghfdjsk anyways basically i double tag stuff? #multiship explaining is rough but hopefully yall get me

[solaeter]

—Forever ft. Boten! Mikey | NSFW

In which idk how to come with titles so yall suffering with me *dies* I don't write smut often, so I'm increasingly shy. Pls be nice and any feedback is welcomed ♡

Warning[s]: A pinch of angst, unprotected sex, reader is highly emotional, fluff fluff fluff, possibly ooc - but that's fine cause we ride and die for soft content, unedited because I live dangerously.

Request Status: OPEN , I don’t have my new rules made but I’m willing to write just about anything that doesn’t include the nasty shit like piss or something. 

Word Count: 4k

Growing up by the Sano residence, you were often found hanging out with Mikey, Emma and their older brother Shinichiro. You typically preferred being alone, finding it hard to make friends. But with this rowdy group you felt at home and more confident in yourself. 

Shinichiro taught you self worth and the value of friendship, sitting you down one day while Mikey was off with his other friends and Emma was in the kitchen learning how to make something.

"I have a favor to ask you." He had that tender smile while he wiped his hands on that same old signature towel he carried around after working on bikes. 

You were young, with so much life to live and learn. So his favor was a hefty one and he knew this, but you were a special little thing. 

"No matter what happens, please stay by Mikey's side."

His words confused you, but as time went on and life unfolded in so many different directions, you vowed to keep your word until the bitter end. 

Even after twelve years, Shinichiro's words stuck with you, often crossing your mind when things felt like they were slipping out of your reach. Much like now, with the rise of Bonten and Mikey's descent into darkness, you sometimes were at a loss.

Until you were firmly reminded that only you mattered to Mikey. He kept you by his side after distancing from everyone else. 

You. You are the only piece of light Mikey has left and he was damned and determined not to lose it. Even if he didn't treat you the same as he used to, he still cared deeply. To the point that you had to be with him daily, even if it meant just sitting beside him in silence. He had to have your presence nearby or his mind would slip into scenarios that never ended well. 

Today was no different except for the fact that Mikey wasn't anywhere in sight. You tried to look for him only to end up with no luck so you sat in his office, fiddling about on your phone until the large doors opened, causing you to neatly jump out of your seat. 

Mikey had his hands stuffed in his pockets and he didn't expect to see you in his office all alone, but it was lucky for him nonetheless. 

"I need you." 

Mikey turned and walked away again, leaving you to gawk at his back and scramble to follow after him without complaint. Confusion settled in your mind as you caught up, wondering what must be going on in that head of his. 

"You okay?" You question, earning no response while you both walked toward one of the many personal temporary resting suites in his building. They're meant for those long nights where no one was allowed to leave, putting business first ahead of personal affairs. You've only been in Mikey's on several occasions, either being his personal cuddle pillow or allowing him to use your body as he pleased. You didn't mind either way since your soul was linked to his, even if your love often felt one sided. 

Upon entering the room, Mikey kicks off his sandals and shrugs off his shirt, still not bothering to look your way. His mind kept running in circles. He didn't treat you the way you deserved, the way he used to back before life fell apart. Deep inside Mikey, he felt bad. He wanted to make it better, he wanted to let you go. To give you a chance to live happily, experience love with someone who could rightfully pour their all into you. But that made him angry, he couldn't bear thinking about you with someone else. You were his and his alone. The deep conflict in his heart, the pure selfishness kept you locked to his side. 

So when he turns on his foot, looking at you with his tired, lifeless eyes, his heart clenches. You always had that fucking lovestruck look swimming in your beautiful eyes, full of undeserved devotion and adoration. You were always there, ready to do whatever his heart desired. But he didn't notice how your eyes held a deep sadness that was masked by your love. Mikey also didn't put you into consideration often, putting his own needs first and tonight was supposed to be no different. He planned to use you to make him feel, ever so temporarily but something in his head made him reconsider.

"Why do you stay?"

A simple question, one that Mikey wanted an answer to. You shift on your feet and purse your lips in thought. Your response would be easy, yet why do you hesitate to reply? After a moment you walk closer to Mikey, who stares expectantly, waiting for you. 

"Because I made a promise I don't intend to break," You reach forward and take Mikey's hands into your own, interlacing your fingers through his. "And because I love you so much it hurts. You're my world even if it's hard." You say, lips forming into a small smile that had his heart nearly bursting with life and love. Mikey needed to hear it from you, the reassurance that you still loved him despite everything. 

"I love you." He brings your hand up while locked in his and kisses your fingertips, an oddly gentle gesture that has your stomach twisting. It's been so long since you heard him admit his love for you, tears welled in your eyes but dared not to fall. "You deserve so much more, yet I get to selfishly call you mine." 

Mikey pulls you closer, freeing one of his hands to cup your cheek before pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes squeeze shut just as the tears begin to fall freely, staining your cheeks and coating his hand. Mikey hated seeing you cry because of him, it made him hate himself even more. That's why tonight he was determined to make you feel his love, to let you know that he was yours just as much as you were his. 

One could only take so much before breaking, Mikey knew that all too well and if he lost you..it'd truly be over for him. So he kissed you with more love and passion than he has in weeks, freeing his other hand to pull you even closer, resting it on the small of your back, fingers digging into the fabric of your shirt. Your hands flew to his shoulders, holding onto him for dear life it felt like, while his tongue swiped over your lips, seeking entrance that you grant without any hassle. Not tonight, you didn't want to play around. Not when Mikey was being sentimental. 

You end up breaking the heated kiss when it became too hard to breathe as sobs wracked through your body. Everything felt just oh so overwhelming and you thought you could remain composed, but the flood gates seemed to have opened and Mikey had to do his best to catch you. Which he does when he simply hugs you, face burying in the crook of your neck, lips peppering light kisses on your warm skin. He'll let you cry, he'll let you take as long as you need. Because there's no telling how long you've been repressing your emotions for the sake of him.

"I'm t-tired Mikey..'' You blubber, sniffling once you calm down enough to speak without making a fool of yourself. And no, you weren't tired physically, but emotionally. You did your best daily and sometimes it seemed like it was for nothing. You were a puppet, or that's how you viewed yourself, with Mikey being the master that controlled your strings. 

Love kept you grounded and that damned promise to his brother, but the glass you walked on felt like it was on the verge of breaking. 

Mikey and comfort didn't go hand in hand anymore; he often let issues fall on deaf ears and natural disinterest. Yet your words scared him, so much that his head shot up and he looked you dead in the eye. 

"I'm so sorry [Name]–" He is fully prepared to hear you end things with him and walk out of his life, but you shaking your head cut him off. 

"Don't be, it's fine really. I just miss you." You wipe your eyes on your sleeves, forcing a smile that was honestly pathetic. Who would have thought a kiss would cause you to break down. You felt silly, ridiculous even..

What a relief, Mikey somewhat relaxes as his fingers rub soothing circles into your lower back. The painful truth was that he didn't know what to say that would help you other than saying he loves you. To the point that it keeps him up at night, something he wouldn't typically admit. 

"You don't realize," Mikey starts, moving away from you while making sure to keep a hold of your hand as he sits on the bed, pulling you to him until you are standing between his legs, "how much you help me." He's quiet, hands slipping to your bottom as he rests his forehead on your stomach. You thread your fingers through his white locks, throat tight and breath shaky while you hold back the urge to cry again.

"T-That's what I'm here for." You croak, clearing your throat because your own voice made you want to cringe. Mikey shakes his head, fingers digging into the plump flesh of your bottom.

"You're so much more than that." Mikey looks up and his heart aches for you. Your cheeks are red and puffy, there's tears slipping down your cheeks as you try to hold yourself together. This wasn't how the night was supposed to go.

"Let me show you how much you mean to me." Plans were meant to change, you desperately needed to be taken care of instead of being used. Mikey tugged you down until you were seated on his lap, legs adjusting so that they rest on either side of him. 

"You really don't–" You try to protest but you're cut off by Mikey's lips crushing against yours. He didn't want to hear you push yourself to the side, he didn't need the added guilt that had already been piled too high. His hands slide down under your skirt, fingers digging into the tender flesh of your hips. 

Mikey always made your mind turn into a puddle of mush. His lips felt so hot against yours and the smallest amount of contact on your skin had your head spinning. This man owned you, without a doubt. Even if he was a shitty lover at some points, there simply would be no way for you to ever get away. And you certainly wouldn't want to when you're the only person who can get him to feel and show his vulnerabilities. 

Teeth grazing your bottom lip before sinking into it and pulling until Mikey released it with a pop, you instinctively press yourself closer and bury your face in his neck, inhaling his scent as if it were a drug. You knew what Mikey had in mind and when his fingers slowly inched past your panties to grab a handful of your ass, your body was already at his mercy as you bit back a moan.

Your hips ground against his lap, the need for him to touch you clouding over whatever looming negativity that lurked in your head. Mikey admired your tear stained face when he made you look back at him, he loved how your cheeks turned pink and your eyes darted away to look at the wall, his gaze being too much to handle as his hands roamed, one sliding between your legs and his fingertips grazing along your slit. He hummed approvingly when he felt the wet spot that gave away your arousal. It was just another thing to love; knowing that he could make you crumple without even trying. A single kiss is all it takes. 

"So beautiful and all mine." Mikey breathed, leaning in to kiss your neck before sucking on the spot so tenderly. You let out a whine, rutting your hips against him again, pussy aching for attention. "Love how you're already so fucking wet for me." Mikey mumbled, biting down on the tender flesh he's been marking while pressing his index finger against your clit. The sensation had you shuddering and wanting more, so much more. You needed him, you needed him to take the pain away. 

"Mikey please," You whimper, nails digging into his shoulders while you move somewhat erratically for more friction. More anything. You could feel his erection when he moved his hand from between your legs to hold your hips steady. It wasn't fair. "need you now." 

Your voice was like a siren song honestly and Mikey didn't want to keep you waiting, but he was enjoying himself much to his own discomfort. He decorated your neck with pretty bites and bruises, clear for anyone to see that you belonged to him. No one else. His eyes drag away from his handiwork to see the pure need and desperation in your eyes, yet he also still saw that damned lingering sadness. It simply wouldn't do. 

Mikey flipped you onto the bed, eyes wide and surprised as he settles between your legs, keeping them nice and spread so he can enjoy the view. "Tell me you'll never leave." He demands softly, hands rubbing your thighs gently, working their way up to bunch your skirt around your waist. God you were so beautiful. He never wanted to lose the privilege of seeing you like this. 

"Never, I'll never leave you," You lean up on your elbows, voice filled with sincerity and desire as you curl your toes as Mikey hooks his fingers under your panties to tug them down, leaving them dangling around one of your ankles. He has to suck in a breath at the sight before him, your pretty cunt glistened with your slick and he wanted nothing more than to just dive in and consume you. Though he held back, moving to press a kiss to your lips. 

Mikey didn't linger long, pulling away before you had the chance to lose yourself which resulted in a adorable pout adorning your beautiful face.

"Good, I don't know what I'd do without you." He says so softly, the mere idea of having to endure life without you being too painful to imagine. He undoes the buttons of your blouse and helps you take it off before making quick work with your bra. You were almost bare for Mikey, the only thing remaining was your skirt but that was fine. He cups one of your breasts in his hand and squeezes gently, thumb brushing over your hardening bud as you arched into his hand. 

The way Mikey was being so slow and sensual had your mind in tatters. So many feelings were slapping you at once, the pent up frustration and sadness, pure love and desire, you were crying again in no time. A nice steady stream of tears slipping down your cheeks as Mikey bent down to take your other nipple into his mouth, tongue rolling around the hard bud before sucking it tenderly. 

"I love y-you.." You blubber, body hyper aware of all that Mikey did to you. His mouth was so hot on your skin and the way he tended to your breasts, it'd be shameful to admit that you could almost cum from that alone. You just couldn't help it, you were deprived of this softness and it drove you mad, it made your body tingle and your toes curl into the bed. Though Mikey stops and looks at you, a thin trail of saliva connects from his lips to your nipple. He knew you were close, just by how your legs squirmed around him. So cute really. And the low whine that rumbled in your throat, simply music to his ears. 

"I love you too, so much. Only you," Mikey brings his hand up to brush his thumb across your bottom lip, freeing it from the way you were biting down to control your sobs. You were so beautiful even when in emotional distress, a cruel thing to say perhaps, but you were the most gorgeous woman Mikey has ever laid his eyes on. He felt so selfish and needy for you, even in his darkest moments where he pushed you away, used you like you were nothing more than a plaything. You were the lifeline to his last shred of humanity and he hoped tonight would be of some help to your troubled mind. 

"Tonight's about you, okay?" Mikey cooed and you nodded with a sniffle, eyes teary and still so full of need. Your body yearned for his touch, every little ounce of contact bad your body burning. You watched Mikey slip back down until he was settled between your legs. His lips connected to your inner thigh, slowly leaving a trail until reaching your drenched pussy, where his breath was so hot and heavy as he leaned in, tongue sliding down your folds. Your toes curl again before one leg raises to rest over Mikey's shoulder, keeping him close even though he has no desire to leave. 

Then ever so slowly, Mikey slid into your hole, going as far as he could while he reached up and rubbed your clit with the pad of his thumb. The taste of you on his tongue was enough for his mind to go temporarily blank as he ate you out with such tenderness. As much as he wanted to let you cum alone with his mouth, Mikey had other ideas. Though the sensation had you mewling out, back arching as your body ignited. You were already sensitive without coming and you didn't know how you were supposed to last. 

And just when you were about to see stars dance across your eyes, Mikey pulled back to admire your drenched cunt and how your hole clenched around nothing. You grip the bedsheets and whine, moving your hips close to him in a desperate attempt to have him come back. Mikey holds you down, hands now on your hips again and he smiles at your pouty face. 

"Are we in a hurry?" He asked innocently, blowing gently on your swollen clit and the sensation causes you to shiver. Your head was running in so many directions, but you knew what you wanted. What you needed so bad.

"I - I can't help it," You whine, laying back in sexually induced frustration, mind swirling and imagining how Mikey's going to absolutely ruin you with softness...when he decides to do so, "make love to me– don't make me wait, p-please." Your voice stutters as the lump in your throat returns and you are so fed up with the mix of emotions hitting you in every which way.

Mikey hums softly before moving fully, taking off his pants and tossing them to the side, uncaring of where they land. Your eyes shoot down to his cock, mouth watering at the way it slaps his stomach, hard and tip leaking with precum. It's exactly what you wanted and your legs spread even more, cheeks burning as the smile on Mikey's face turns into a smirk.

"Such a needy baby, I love you." He's so soft as he adjusts again, hovering over you as he slides his tip along your weeping folds, smearing his precum with your slick and your hips thrust upwards, desperately– so desperately to feel him inside you. 

"No tease," You pathetically demand, eyes averting away from him and Mikey huffs, humored by how cute you were. It made him question why he treated you so poorly in the first place. But, he doesn't listen and continues to slide along your folds, tip teasing your entrance each time he goes down and lingers just to see you writhe under him. You groan, squeezing your eyes shut. Every ounce of your body was in need of attention. Your cunt needed to be filled by Mikey so you could be one with him. It's all you've wanted for awhile.

And just when you thought Mikey was going to torture you until you came, his cock slams inside you until he's bottoming out and letting out a shaky breath. You felt like heaven, your walls clamped around him and almost felt like they refused to let go. Your mouth fell, puffy lips forming a cute o as your chest heaved at the sudden, yet oh so welcomed intrusion. 

"Look at you, my beautiful angel," Mikey praised, hips steadily rocking into you, not too rough but not too slow. His cock slid out of you, just until the tip remained, teasing your hole before sinking back in. Over and over. You were trying your best not to fall apart, yet your lips quivered again and you cling to Mikey, hating yourself for being such an emotional wreck when he's being nothing but good to you. 

"S-Sorry– too much," You whine, tilting your head when Mikey buried his face in the crook of your neck. The way you were breaking around him, clinging for dear life, it made his heart ache. And his movements falter for a moment, but he quickly recovers and continues loving you because you needed this intimate reassurance. 

"Let it all out for me." Mikey urges softly in your ear and you nod, throat tight once more as you moan out pathetically because you're just so overwhelmed. Your body burned and the intense heat that pools in your stomach sinking down to your cunt, toes curling into the mattress and arms tightening around Mikey's neck, you were about to come undone. 

And just one deep thrust that hit your sweet spot had you toppling over the edge, creaming around Mikey's cock on a strangled sob. Your body quivered and cunt clenched around him, who hissed in response as his hips picked up the pace only a little to chase his own high. Mikey knew you were so so sensitive, body trembling and already working on another release because he's neglected you for far too long. 

"I'll– treat you better, promise," Mikey mumbles, groaning as he cums, painting your velvety walls white. Your eyes roll back at the warmth and you feel absolutely ashamed as your body reacts and your cunt clenched tight around Mikey, milking him for all he's worth creaming all over him again. 

You feel weak and tired, emotionally and physically, body falling limp as Mikey rests against you, cock still resting inside you, keeping you stuffed. It's exactly what you needed and you haven't felt this close to Mikey in a long time. Not even when he simply used your body like a toy. During those moments, there was no attachment, just greed. Now, your heart felt at ease despite how you still cried a little. 

Moving a shaky hand, you thread your fingers through Mikey's white locks and smile to yourself when you feel him kiss your neck. If he had it his way, Mikey would never leave this spot. This moment. 

Though, he does move to look at you, admiring how you seemed to glow through the tears. He truly loved you, more than anything in the world. He was just shitty at expressing himself, even more so nowadays. 

"Remember," Mikey started, brushing his nose against yours, "You are my world. I am nothing without you." He says, pressing his lips to yours so you can't speak, pouring all his love into you. He may be a broken shell or his former self, but dammit he'll do his best to make sure you feel loved. Losing you means losing the rest of himself and that thought alone is terrifying. 

You're at a loss of words and out of breath by the time Mikey pulls away, his dark eyes filled with love and life, something only you were able to witness. You let out an airy laugh and wipe your eyes.

"I love you, so so much." You say tiredly, exhaustion slapping you with full force. Mikey notices how your eyes were trying to stay open and as much as he wanted to clean you both up, he decides that it can wait as he moves off you, heart aching at the whine that soon follows. He gets you all comfortable in bed, uncaring about the mess that can be dealt with in the morning. 

Laying beside you, Mikey watched as your eyes finally lost the battle and closed, mouth opening slightly as you curled up onto your side, moving closer to him. You were the cutest thing and as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, he leans forward and presses a kiss to your forehead. 

"I love you most."

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #tokyorev x reader #mikey sano #bonten mikey x reader #manjiro sano x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokrev smut #tokyorev smut #mikey x reader #mikey smut #mikey x reader smut #bonten mikey smut #tr x reader #manjiro smut

[nemeseos-noctua]

THIS IS FOR AETHER AND ALBEDO PLS--

May I request for a shy S/O that wants to kiss a certain area (For Aether: his tummy, For Albedo: the spark on his neck) they're just oddly attracted to it and wanna bury their nose against it I'msosorryifthisisweirdaha :"D

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: aether, albedo (separate) x gn!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: albedo and aether might be a little ooc? does aether even have a character? also not proofread (is that even a surprise anymore)

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: once again written at 12am! 12am is writing time yall idk what to tell u

he honestly won’t notice at first... and he won’t notice until you tell him

i mean, don’t get me wrong— he’s definitely aware of the way your [e/c] eyes trail down to his stomach... and he’s definitely going to blush and look away when you do

but still! okay! he thinks you’re just, err, looking! not like, you wanted to kiss him! or anything! nope! not at all!

(aether is such a child pls why is he like this just KISS)

“Oh, [Y/N]! Paimon and I were looking for y—“ Aether tilted his head, confused as to why your eyes were avoiding him like the plague.

“... [Y/N]?” Aether repeated once more, waving his gloved hands in front of you as you cleared your throat.

“Ah, Aether! Yes, did you need anything?” You responded, still looking away from the Traveler as he raised his eyebrows.

shuffling to the side so he can stare at you fully, you kept craning your head away from him no matter how much he moved into your sight

cupping his gloved hands over your cheek, aether tilted your head to gaze into his golden orbs, its hues flickering with confusion as paimon’s barfing noises could be heard behind the blonde

“I was going to ask you if you wanted to do my commissions with me... but is something wrong?” He asked, completely oblivious to the way you struggled to not stare at the skin below his croptop... was Aether always this fine?

“Nope! Nothing at all!” You tapped the side of your thigh anxiously, waiting for Aether to let go of you— which he cautiously did.

“Okay... but if something’s wrong, be sure to tell me, okay?” Aether spoke softly, his worry sending your heart aflame as you stiffly nodded.

you felt so bad for staring at aether (even though he was your man) but PLEASE did he have to be this fine?!

you. you can literally see his abs. like. the outline. like. like, like—

anyways!

after the two of you completed your commissions and checked in for the night, you waited until paimon left to eat everything at good hunter to confess your embarrassment to aether

look. if you were gonna stare, you were at least going to make aether aware of such beliefs... because, it was kind of embarrassing otherwise

“Ah, Aether...” You looked away, edging slowly to your side of the tent as the blonde merely hummed, staring up at the roof of the tent.

“Yes?”

“Sorry.”

“Huh? For what?” The Traveler turned over to you, gazing at you in confusion as you fiddled nervously with your fingers.

“Ah... uh, for staring at you.”

Stifling a laugh, Aether merely gazed at you and all of your adorable-ness. Why were you apologizing? You were literally his s/o! 

“It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean anything of harm,” The male reassured you, a comforting smile painting his features as your mind blared the most embarrassing thought ever.

I want to kiss you. You thought.

“You can.”

“What?” You yelped, eyes wide as Aether avoided your gaze, his cheeks dusting with a blush so soft he looked like a calla lily under the dim moonlight.

“No, wait! I mean—” Covering your face with your hands, both Aether and you were short-circuiting.

if you really want to kiss his stomach, you’re going to have to tell him... cuz aether ain’t the brightest when it comes to romance cues! 

you wanna kiss him? sure! you wanna kiss his stomach? su—wait what?

“... i wanna kiss your, eh... stomach,” you manage to stifle out before faceplanting into the floor of the tent. why? why?! NANDE NANDE NANDE NANDE— (jk lol)

aether was silent. i mean, not that that’s new or anything, but you could hear crickets

“i... okay!” aether sat up, his face exploding a bright red it matched the fire outside

“no! aether! you don’t have to—“ 

pulling you into his chest, aether looked away from you, closing his eyes as if all of his embarrassment would go away

“Eh?! What the heck is going on here?!” Paimon whisper-screamed, stumbling into the tent— only to see the sight of you and Aether’s limbs tangled together, your head resting atop the blonde’s toned stomach.

“Blegh!!” The mascot rushed out of the tent, vomiting at the sight of her companion being all lovey-dovey.

Disgusting!

he’d notice you staring at his neck pretty quickly

he’s very perceptive, thanks to his alchemy and him having to observe the tiniest of elemental reactions—you staring at the star on his skin is no biggie

in all honesty, he’d find amusement in teasing you about how obvious you’re being. like, oh? you want to kiss his neck? why don’t you tell him so? 

BUT HE MEANS IT ALL LOVINGLY! 

it’s okay. just kiss him fr and he’ll shut up 🙄🙄

“Is something the matter, [Y/N]?” Albedo quipped smugly, watching your eyes avoid his as you fiddled nervously with the pencil on your table.

“Nothing.”

“Hmm... is that so?”

Finding amusement in your hesitance, Albedo resumed his studies. The hour hand of the clock seemed to move quickly—too quickly for the alchemist to comprehend. He swore the sun rose just two hours ago! What did the clock mean it was midnight?!

Sighing for the nth time, Albedo pinched the bridge of his nose, staring at the letters that scattered the pages, your figure moving like a candlelight in the peripherals of his vision. 

Tugging at the hem of his coat, the alchemist turned towards you in an uncharacteristic confusion. Albedo was so used to knowing the ins and outs of everything he laid his eyes upon—it was a part of being an alchemist— but when it came to you, it seemed as though you were some kind of unreadable book that’d take years to translate.

But perhaps, that was your charm. 

“albedo needs some sleep” you thought, getting up to usher him to bed

knowing he would decline your invitation, you mustered up the courage to do the unthinkable:

kiss his neck.

“You need some rest, Albedo,” You hummed, resting your chin on his shoulder as the alchemist swore he melted. If it were under any circumstance (if he wasn’t experimenting), he would’ve obliged in a heartbeat. But right now, he was busy! He was about to make a scientific breakthrough and—

The “I can’t,” that was about to slip from his tongue was quickly swallowed back down. 

His teal eyes widened once your lips came into contact with the star on his neck, his adam’s apple hanging right above the galactic pattern as his face exploded in a red cascade of blush. 

“Okay, I’ll go to bed first,” You shuffled to the bedroom, your footsteps clumsy from the way your mind fogged over with embarrassment, joy, content, and anxiousness.

Covering his nose and mouth with the back of his arm, Albedo straightened up—still suffering from a severe case of love.

Agh—why did you have to do this to him?

Resting his elbows on the table before him, the alchemist stared blankly at the wooden material, the redness on his face never leaving.

Just how was he going to experiment now?

— constellations!

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[kikyan]

You’re my favorite Human (Yandere Izaya x F! Reader x Yandere Shizuo)

Before ANY of yall say anything, I wrote this as a birthday special to an online friend I once had. If Izaya and literally anybody else sounds OOC, it’s because this was written back in 2018/2019 after I watched Durarara!! For a bit of background info, I first watched Durarara!! back in middle school when a friend admitted to liking the anime and well I decided to watch too. This show was too complex for my small ass mind so I dropped it. Then I met my online friend (we are no longer friends) who would always comment on Quotev where I was most active at the time. Well, I literally only picked up this anime again for said friend and the birthday request. I wrote this immediately right after the show so if it sucks ass, there is a reason for it. Anyway’s I promise to give them justice if I manage to write my spooky Slasher AU’s for them. Also if you somehow end up managing which ‘slasher’ Shizuo and Izaya fit I’ll write you a special one-shot within my guidelines for your birthday/Christmas depending on the time constraint. Here you go, for the curious peeps!  This story branches off to two endings, Izaya ending w/ Smut and a Shizuo ending because I became a hardcore simp over that man and will literally do anything he tells me to. Regardless, I will edit the links and such for their appropriate endings! This story is also unedited so. . .have fun IG 

ALSO THE READER IS A FEMALE BECAUSE THIS WAS A BIRTHDAY REQUEST THAT A CERTAIN SOMEONE DIDN’T LIKE SO YEAH FUCK THEM, BUT THEY WERE FEMALE AND WANTED THAT SO JUST REPLACE SHE/HER WITH THE PRONOUNS YOU FEEL MOST COMFORABLE WITH!!!!! I ALSO DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO WRITE BACK THEN SO YOU’RE A GENERIC MC WITH A STUTTER PROBABLY 

God I sucked at writing fics so much back then. . .

"IZAYA!!" 

The blonde man proceeded to pick up the red vending machine stationed outside a random building, preparing to lance it at the black-haired male he called Izaya. 

"S-Shizuo!! It's not worth it!! Calm down!! Um- I know! I'll make some tea for you to calm down just please drop the vending machine!!"

"NO, I CAN'T! AFTER SEEING THIS PIECE OF SHIT I'M ALREADY FUMING WITH RAGE!" 

"Shizuo!! Please!! Milk! Yep, milk will surely calm you down just please Shizuo!! You're attracting too much attention and you don't like violence right!!" 

“Throw it Shizu-Chan. Or are you too weak to hold it anymore.”

"IZAYA!!!" 

Shizuo turned away from the (h/c) individual as he began to grip a stop sign before removing it from the ground and began to run towards Izaya. 

" Shizuo stop!! Geez, Izaya please refrain from edging him on! Shizuo don't give in! You're better, in fact, you want to be better!! You want to be stronger to have more control right!! Well. . . Don't give in!!" 

At the sound of this Shizuo stopped before tossing the stop sign to the side and grabbing the (h/c) haired individual and dragging you off with him. 

Looking back, the person Shizuo was dragging turned around to look back at Izaya before stopping in their tracks and bowing apologetically. 

" I'm sorry Izaya for the commotion we caused, but I hope you understand that Shizuo is a bit difficult but I'm sure he can change! You too izaya, you seem to try to edge him on and that reflects poorly on you! So please Izaya, I hope you understand too!" 

" Oi (Y/N), what are you apologizing for?" 

Smiling softly at Izaya and giving him a shy wave (Y/N) turned to face Shizuo and continued to answer his question.

"Well, I mean I didn't stop him from edging you on!" 

" I swear you really are the most optimistic, apologetic, and kindest person on this planet. You are one of a kind." 

Laughing softly (Y/N)  turned to Shizuo as they began to reply, " Thank you! It means a lot to me Shizuo!" 

Walking alongside Shizuo, (Y/N) proceeded to make small talk unaware of the lingering dark eyes upon her figure.

~~ 

"(Y/N), I swear I can't figure you out. No matter what you do or what happens you always apologize to everyone. Even that damn Izaya!" 

"Well, Shizuo I like to be positive!! Besides, I'm sure second chances must be given!!" 

" Hmph. Even those who commit the worst of crimes?" 

"Well, I'm not the one entitled to forgive them for crimes committed against another, but I believe if someone truly wanted to, someone could change." 

"Oh?" 

" For example, you! I mean you've gotten several chances, haven't you? You have a stable job, although you can get quite violent, you have friends, and you are trying your hardest to change! So, I feel like anyone could change!!" 

"Hmph. You forgot something. . ." 

" I did?" 

" Yeah, I also have the best person next to my side, you, (Y/N) (L/N)." 

" I-I-I-I u-um S-sh!?" 

" Heh, you get flustered all of a sudden and it suits your personality. I wonder how I got stuck with someone like you (Y/N). . ."

~~

Bodies were lying around Shizuo in the school field as he huffed in rage and looked to the side to see a (h/c) haired female with (e/c) eyes looking wide at the scene that laid before them. 

" Hmph, what are you scared?" 

Shizuo asked as he looked at the female before looking a bit confused as he noticed the expression on the girl changed. She was smiling and shook her head before answering his question. 

" Nope! I mean what you did isn't good but I'm sure you have a reason! Besides, I feel like deep down you regret it. I mean, although you are pretty violent, you probably don't want to be right?" 

"I... .hmph. Stop being odd and spouting nonsense." 

As the female turned to the bodies she bowed apologetically and began to speak. 

"I'm sorry! I apologize for his behavior! He doesn't mean it! He regrets it! Besides, you guys should know that violence isn't acceptable so please apologize for your actions as well! Fighting isn't acceptable!!" 

"HUH? WHAT THE HELL? WHO THE HELL YOU APOLOGIZING TO?" 

" W-w-well I am apologizing to them and you!! I mean you didn't mean too!! Besides, fighting is wrong! Both parties were at fault so I must apologize for it!" 

" WHY THE HELL DO YOU WANT TO APOLOGIZE? YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"

"W-w-well!! They are knocked out and can't speak, plus you won't apologize, you want to but you can't bring yourself to!!"

" OKAY BUT WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?" 

"I-I’M SORRY!! I DIDN'T MEAN TO BOTHER YOU BUT I THOUGHT THAT WELL I-?!" 

"NOW WHY ARE YOU APOLOGIZING?!" 

 "I'M SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN TO-!?"

"STOP APOLOGIZING!" 

"I'M SORRY! AHHH I KEEP DOING IT!" 

"YEAH. NOW STOP!" 

"I'M SORRY I'LL TRY! WAIT-" 

"OH JUST SHUT UP!" 

"I'M SOR-!?" 

"STOP APOLOGIZING! GOD DAMN IT!" 

"I CAN'T IT'S A HABIT!" 

"Geez, troublesome woman." 

" Ahhh!! What time is it?!" 

"Why the hell are you asking me?" 

"Crap I think I missed my train! Now I have to walk home! Wait, that's fine! I missed gym class to help the teachers so this will count for my exercise! Of course, I shouldn't feel down!" 

" You're unusually optimistic. I'd be pissed as all hell if that happened." 

"Well I think everything happens for a reason and besides, you need to see the bright side of everything! Anyway, I need to go! I have to walk for about maybe 2 hours till I arrive home and I do have homework to complete! I'm sorry for being a bother but I hope to see you tomorrow at school!" 

"Wait." 

 "Yeah?" 

"Let me, let me walk you home alright." 

"B-b-but!?" 

"LISTEN IT'S MY FAULT YOU MISSED THE TRAIN SO LET ME WALK YOU HOME DAMN IT!" 

"Ahh okay okay! I'm sorry for bothering you but thank you!!" 

"Yeah, yeah just stop apologizing and don't start again." 

"Alright! By the way, what's your name?"

" Shizuo Heiwajima. Yours?" 

" (Y/N) (L/N)!" 

As they began to walk side by side (Y/N) began to laugh as she asked Shizuo questions upon question leading to Shizuo answering them and laughing as he realized, maybe having someone not fear him, was a good feeling. 

"Hey, Shizuo?" 

"Yeah? What is it?" 

" Wanna go for Russian sushi?" 

Looking down at the girl Shizuo gave his usual smirk before responding happily. 

" Sure, why not?" 

~~

"Hey, Shizuo?" 

" Yeah?" 

Turning around he met with the female who became his best friend and possibly his crush. Smiling softly he turned to give her all of his attention despite the number of bodies surrounding him in the field of his high school. 

"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to um, well. . ." 

"SHIZUO! I have someone I would like to introduce you too!~" 

" Huh?" 

Shizuo replied in his usual tone as to be turned to meet the faces of the young boy with glasses, brown hair and grey eyes whom he quickly recognized as his friend Shinra Kishitani but the other boy, had dark hair and matching eyes he did not. 

"What do you want Shinra?" 

"Oh? Am I interrupting you and your girlfriend~" 

"Girlfriend?! I-I-I’m j-just a friend!?" 

Shizuo looked to the side but quickly locked eyes with the boy. Shinra looking at Shizuo quickly turned to introduce the other boy. 

"His name is Izaya Orihara! He is in the same year and class as us!" 

Upon looking at Izaya, Shizuo quickly launched an attack towards him before Izaya leaped out and grabbed his knife before slicing Shizuo across the abdomen. Shizuo looked down noticing the wound before looking back at Izaya. 

"S-s-shizuo?! Are you okay? Oh, I'm so sorry this happened!!" 

"(Y/N) it's fine and stop apologizing! You didn't do anything wrong! Besides, it was him, Izaya. . ." 

"Oh? Come on Shizu-chan I haven't even done anything. . ." 

"I'm sorry!! I apologize that Shizuo charged at you and hurt you! He tends to do that a lot, but I apologize on your behalf! Shizuo, I apologize that Izaya cut you! I'm sorry I couldn't stop him from cutting you and possibly distracted you. So please, violence is not the answer! Izaya and Shizuo I apologize and I hope you may make up and be best friends!!" 

"Eh?" 

"(Y/N) YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG! STOP APOLOGIZING FOR OUR MISTAKES!" 

"I'm sorry! Ah, wait u-u-um well I know you both didn't mean it!!" 

"Here we go again. . . (Y/N) STOP APOLOGIZING, ON TOP OF THAT TO THAT GUY!" 

Shizuo was pointing at Izaya with a hint of disgust written across his face as Izaya looked dumbfounded for a split moment before asking, "Wait? You serious?" 

"Huh?" 

"Did you just apologize for something you didn't do?" 

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to bother you!" 

"I-, well it seems this took an interesting turn of events. Well, goodbye Shizu-chan, (Y/N) right?" 

"Y-yeah. . ." 

Shizuo stood in front holding his arm protectively (Y/N)  as Izaya twirled the pocket knife in his arms in a strange direction before smiling and whispering a small, “Interesting. . .” 

As Izaya turned to leave, Shizuo muttered a small “ That bastard makes me so damn mad” before turning to (Y/N) realizing she had something to say before you were both rudely interrupted by Shinra. 

“ Hey (Y/N) what did you want? You had something to say before that damn bastard arrived.” 

“ O-Oh I-I did. . . um, Shizuo I wanted to ask if you wanted to miss the last train again and... .walk me home, and get Russian sushi with me. . .” 

“ Is that your way of asking me out on a date?” 

Teasing (Y/N) slightly she turned red upon hearing that before nodding her head softly. With a sigh, Shizuo smiled and dragged the smaller female by her arm before muttering a “ finally you asked” causing the female to turn even redder at the comment. (Y/N) ran a little ahead and turned back to smile at Shizuo before whispering “ I love you Shizuo. . .” 

~~ 

Walking to the shared home that Shizuo and (Y/N) have, (Y/N) grabbed a small jug of milk before handing it to Shizuo scolding him for getting violent, but congratulating him on holding back and not letting Izaya get to him. 

“ I don’t know what I would do without you (Y/N), I mean it . . .” 

“ I’m just lucky this happened when we were walking together and not when you were working. Izaya can be a bit extreme but I’m sure he means well!!” 

“Heh, you always look on the bright side, don’t you?” 

“ Exactly!! Looking on the bright side is exactly what brought us together!! I mean after you dropped me off at my house we got to be great friends, that's also when you confided in me your secrets and feelings. Then you began to realize that I didn’t fear you and truly cared for you. Then we went on a date, and became a couple! Dating for a good 5, 6 years?” 

“ Yep, luckily we still love each other.” 

“ I won’t ever stop loving you Shizuo, because you accepted me for who I am. Now it’s time to let me accept you for who you are. . . I mean I already did but you can’t get it through that thick skull of yours can you?” 

“ What do you mean, I understand.” 

“ Yet, every time you encounter Izaya and I’m not around you come home quite sad and always ask me if I would ever leave you. Shizuo, I would never leave you.” 

“ Well yeah but. . .”

“ But?” 

“ You’re right. I should head to work. See you later (Y/N). Take care and don’t do anything strange.” 

“ I wouldn’t do anything you wouldn’t do.” 

“ That worries me.” 

“ I’m just going to talk to Celty or just hang around the park! See you later Shizuo!” 

“ Hmph. Later and don’t forget that I love you.” 

“ I should be saying that but of course! Love you too and later!” 

Shizuo smiled at the girl before heading off to visit Tom his friend and employer. They had another client that refused to pay up and Shizuo was going to “pay” him a visit to ensure he did. (Y/N) locked the door before going on her phone and texting Celty. 

‘ You busy Cel?’ 

‘ No, not really. Why do you ask?’ 

`` I just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out and chat.’ 

‘ Sure. I’ll pick you up and we can head off to the park. That fine?’ 

``you read my mind Cel. Alright, I’ll get ready.’  

(Y/N) changed into a new set of clothing before waiting on the couch for Celty to pick her up and head to the park. Celty and (Y/N) got along well as well, (Y/N) always saw the bright side. When she and celty were close enough, originally being introduced by Shinra, Celty confided in her about not having a head and (Y/N) offered some light on the subject. 

“ Well, head or no head  I think you’re perfect just the way you are. For example, you can still do pretty much everything right? Aside from taste but still Celty! I think that is what makes you unique I mean, if you think about it, only those people who truly love and care for you will accept you no matter what. Take a look at Shizuo, he believed everyone feared him, but I didn’t. I love him! Just like I love you Celty! I accept you for who you are and you will always be celty with or without your head! So cheer up, I don’t like seeing my friends sad!” 

With that, a new friendship was born leading (Y/N) to be best friends with the fearsome headless rider. 

< - - - - - - - - - - - - > 

KANRA HAS JOINED THE CHAT

Kanra: Hey guys! I have a question about a specific person. 

Setton: A person? Who? 

TarouTanaka: Agreed. It’s quite rare to see you not having information on anyone. 

Kanra: Precisely, which is why I must know. Do any of you know a (Y/N) (l/n)? 

Setton: (Y/N)? Not personally but I’ve heard rumors. . . 

Setton: There’s not much I know about her, but I’ve heard rumors of her being in the Dollars.

Setton: Besides that, I’ve also heard she’s Shizuo Heiwajima’s girlfriend and possibly future wife.

TarouTanaka: Shizuo Heiwajima? As in THE Shizuo Heiwajima? Do you know the violent one? 

Kanra: That’s so scary!! Who would put up with him? 

Kanra: *Gasps* you don’t think. . .

TarouTanaka: Think what? 

Kanra: You don’t think she’s using him do you? I mean, having a strong boyfriend has its perks right? 

Setton: She’s not that type of person.

Setton: From what I’ve heard, at least.

Kanra: Oh? You seem to get a bit defensive. Are you sure you don’t know her? 

Kanra: I mean, think about it. What is so special about Shizuo that would lead someone like her to love him? 

Kanra: Honestly, I think she could be using him after all I’m sure there are more people that someone like her could pick from. 

Setton: Well everything is just based on rumors, but I doubt she’s a bad type of person.

Setton: Love has always been a confusing matter. All that matters is that they like each other for who they are.

Setton: It’s not our place to make assumptions.

Kanra: Love is indeed confusing. 

TarouTanaka: I agree with Setton, I am sure they love each other for who they are. Is everything alright Kanra? 

Kanra: Yes, but it still stumps me on how little information we have of his girlfriend. Not only that but we have little information on the relationship as well. Has anyone seen her? Know what she looks like? 

Setton: I’ve only heard a vague description of her: (e/c) and (h/c). I could pass her on the street and not even know.

Setton: But I’m sure she’s just a private person. We should respect that and try not to dig into her life.

Kanra: Oh fair maiden will I ever see you?

TarouTanaka: You sure you aren’t trying to steal his girlfriend? 

Kanra: ^ 0 ^ Never! 

Setton: This has been an interesting discussion and all, but I’m needed elsewhere.

Setton: Later.

< - - - - - - - - - - - - - > 

SETTON HAS LEFT THE CHAT

Kanra: Well I better head out too, later Tarou! 

TarouTanaka: Later! 

< - - - - - - - - - - - - - >

KANRA HAS LEFT THE CHAT.

TAROUTANAKA HAS LEFT THE CHAT. 

THERE IS NO ONE IN THE CHAT. 

A figure began to ponder and look outside with a pair of binoculars as a female with (e/c) and (h/c) walked by. 

‘ Oh? I think I should properly introduce myself to the fair maiden’ 

~~ 

The young girl walked out of her house ready to speak with the dullahan. Upon seeing the headless rider the young girl waved her hand signaling the rider. 

“ Celty! Over here!” 

The rider began to make its way to the female before hugging and typing away on its phone. 

“Oh good, I was worried I arrived too early.”

“ Nah! Even if you did, you would have more time to look around and notice life at it’s finest!” 

“Oh Y/N, still as cheerful as ever, huh?”

“ Oh, you know it! Now let's head to the park! I want to see Ikebukuro at its prime time at night!” 

“Of course, but as we’re walking let me ask: How’s it going between you and Shizuo?”

“ Well. . . I-I-I I think it’s going great! He isn’t getting as rowdy and violent so I think he is changing a little bit! He ended getting me a gift, a necklace to be exact for our 5th anniversary! It says his name! He also has one, one with my name!”  

“I’m glad to hear you guys are going great. I’m sure that nothing could ever break your relationship, right?” 

“ Exactly! He and I have never had a serious argument! Maybe a little scolding but it’s fine like this! I always end up congratulating him in the end! He is the sweetest! Every time he comes home he asks me if I love him which makes me sad because I hope he knows I do! However. . . he always ends up spoiling me in love! The real question. . . is how is it with Shinra?” 

“Oh. . . Well, you know how he is. We’re as close as we can ever be, especially now that I’m more accustomed to the whole headless thing. That doesn’t mean I’m not looking, though.”

“ You will find it Celty! I know for a fact you will find it! I’ll help you when I have time! Hey look it’s the park let’s find a bench!” 

[park bench scene]

“You know, Y/N, I heard that you and Shizuo were considering getting married. Is it true?”

“ Well, I-!?” 

“ Well, Celty! I didn’t know you were here? (Y/N) too! What a surprise too! Do you mind if I sit with you guys?” 

“ Well, not really! Feel free to sit Izaya!” 

“ Interesting, now continue what were we talking about?” 

“ Well, Celty asked about my marriage to Shizuo!” 

“ So it’s true. . .” 

“ Yeah! Celty we are! Sometime next week we were going to look for dresses!” 

“That’s wonderful Y/N! If you need anything, I’m always available to help.”

“ Of course!” 

“ Same here.  . . a wedding between Shizu-chan and (Y/N) seems interesting. . .” 

“ So (Y/N), why are you with Shizu-chan? What’s the catch?” 

“ Pardon Izaya?” 

“ I mean, why would someone like YOU be with someone like HIM? What are the perks of having Shizu-chan as your boyfriend?” 

“ Perks?!” 

“I know that you and Shizuo have an on-going rivalry, but should you be asking Y/N questions like that?” 

“ I was just curious Celty! Besides, do you have the answer?” 

“ Well, there are no perks.” 

“ Huh?” 

“ I love Shizuo, not for his strength or perks. I love him because he was kind to me. He accepts my optimistic side, even though it can be quite annoying and I accept his violent tendencies! He is doing so much to change and I will support him from now on! When we met, he kinda beat the entire team on the field and I apologized for the both of him! He got confused and I apologized for my behavior and we kinda got into a mini battle of him asking me to stop apologizing and well my apologizing even more! Nonetheless, I missed the train, but it gave me a chance to talk to him and as you can tell he walked me home! Since then, a steady relationship! So it’s not about the benefits, it’s what we feel for each other that motivates us!” 

“ Interesting. . . “  

“ I agree Y/N, it’s about love, not benefits. Might want to save a speech that profounds for your wedding though.

“ You’re right! Oh, I’m sorry Izaya for ruining the surprise!” 

‘ Interesting. . . she isn’t like every other human, she doesn’t seem to lie, hide things, and seems to be honest. She seems to be optimistic. Hmph, interesting that she isn’t like all the other humans I love, she’s different and I can’t wait to see her face, her entire being change as I pull the strings from behind! (Y/N), you are quite interesting, you are like my special, no my favorite human and I need to see your reactions to everything... .’ 

“ (Y/N)?” 

“ Ah, Shizuo! O-over here!” 

“ Celty’s here too and-?!” 

Shizuo stared at the black-haired male with such anger raging within them as he let out a growl before examining the area. 

“ IZAYA! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” 

“ It’s a park? Am I not allowed to visit one?” 

“ IT’S WHO YOU’RE WITH THAT MATTERS! (Y/N) DID HE TOUCH YOU OR HURT YOU IN ANY WAY?” 

“ N-no! Shizuo we were only just talking! Besides, Celty was here with us! It was all friendly talk!” 

“ Celty, take (Y/N) and go to Shinra’s place. I’ll meet you there once I finish killing this bastard!” 

Typing away Celty nodded showing her phone with the message being, ‘Of course. Be careful before doing anything crazy, but please hear Y/N out first. Learn a bit about the situation before jumping into anything dangerous.”

“ Oh my Shizu-chan!~ So you are dating her. Isn’t that interesting. . . I say though it’s shocking, to say the least, that someone like (Y/N) would fall in love with you. Someone as fragile, beautiful, delicate, and forgiving like (Y/N) with a violent man as yourself, well I’d be damned!” 

“ I’m sorry! Izaya, I apologize for Shizuo’s behavior as he ended up attacking you without hearing my part, which I still have yet to say! However, I apologize on your part as well Izaya as you didn’t mean anything by chatting with us, but you asked some not so nice things. On the bright side, you know the truth and know that Shizuo isn’t a bad person!” 

“ (Y/N) . . .?” 

“ Shizuo! Celty and I were chatting when Izaya approached us, we were just talking! He didn’t hurt me, besides Celty would have put him in his place before I would have! Please believe me, Celty tell him the truth as well!” 

“Of course, there was nothing suspicious going on. Just a regular conversation full of small talk. Nothing shady or malicious between us and Izaya.”

“ Tch. Fine, but still take her to Shinra. I don’t want this bastard to find out where we live. I still want to kill him. . .” 

“ S-Shizuo! It’s fine, we don’t need to go see Shinra!” 

“ Aww, Shizu-chan you’re scaring her!~ Besides, what if (Y/N) doesn’t want to leave? You’re her boyfriend but you aren’t her owner. Besides, why do you get to keep her all to yourself, as you know I love humans, I can’t get enough of them! But she, she is quite interesting, as all humans I love her as well but aren’t you pushing it Shizuo chan?” 

“ Keep that damn mouth of yours shut!” 

“ I wonder, how long will it take you to screw up your relationship with her like you always do. Have you even proposed to her yet? Being the violent person you are you probably used someone's body as a foot stand before asking her to be your wife!” 

“ NO! That’s wrong! He proposed at Russia Sushi! We went out to eat as it was also our first date! See, even Simon took the picture and hung it in the dining area! You can see Shizuo’s fist but that was because he was embarrassed Simon took a picture and well he snapped, see how red he is? I’m the one crying in the background while holding the ring! It’s even my lock and home screen!” 

“ YOU DON’T NEED TO GO THAT FAR! WAIT-HE HAS IT HANGED? I NEED TO KILL THIS MAN FIRST THAN YOU DAMN IZAYA!” 

“ NO NOT SIMON! WAIT SHIZUO!” 

Running after Shizuo, (Y/N)  turned around one last time before bowing apologetically and smiling at Izaya before running after her fiance. Celty typing away on her phone showing it to Izaya. 

“Be careful about what you say around Y/N. I know what you’re trying to do and I advise you against it. It won’t end well for either of you.”

“ Whatever do you mean Celty?” 

“I’ve seen the way you look at Y/N; the way you observe her with that calculated glee in your eye. Even if you do separate her from Shizuo, she wouldn’t be happy with someone considered a homewrecker. She’s too optimistic for her good, she’ll easily forgive you, but she would never be able to forgive herself for hurting Shizuo. If you truly value her like you say you do, don’t try to meddle in her personal affairs.” 

“ I want to see every possible reaction from her, so this is quite tempting. Besides, Celty why do you care much about her? I love humans and I’m not willing to share, (Y/N) is no exception.” 

“Y/N is the best person I know. She’s kind no matter what and brings hope and joy to all of those that she comes across. She deserves to live the best life she can, one filled with no despair or tragedy. You need to learn to respect that and move on.”

Celty, displaying her anger towards Izaya, revved her motorcycle upwards causing several people to look in worry and walk away to avoid getting hit. Izaya stood unamused with his smug grin as he watched Celty chase after the couple to take them to Shinra. 

“ Celty, it’s a shame. All humans will experience despair no matter what, even our darling (Y/N). It’s just how long will it take for her to fall into despair that’s the real game and who the one pulling the strings will be.” 

Izaya began to walk away only to stop at Russia sushi and was quite intrigued by the photo that was taken. As he began to examine the image he saw (Y/N) smiling with tears rolling down her eyes as she turned to the camera holding the ring Shizuo had given her. On top of that, he saw Shizuo, quite red ready to punch Simon for taking the picture. 

“ Well well, seems she was telling the truth. I guess he didn’t screw it up.” 

“ Izaya, I heard about what happened.” 

As Izaya turned he was met with Simon the dark-skinned Russian who began to speak in his native tongue signaling that this was a private conversation. 

“ Simon, how’s it been?” 

“ Don’t ruin it.” 

“ Ruin what Simon?” 

“ Shizuo and (Y/N) found happiness here so don’t ruin it.” 

“ Oh? What makes you say that?” 

“ (Y/N) is special, the unpredictable happens around her but that doesn’t mean you should ruin what they have for the sake of your entertainment.” 

“ Special huh?” 

“ You like her don’t you? Leave her with Shizuo, she is not meant for you.” 

“ You see Simon, you’re right she is special but she isn’t Shizuo’s. I believe her to be one of the few people who aren’t on this playing field. She, like all humans, belongs to me. I won’t let Shizu-chan, Celty, or even that damn Saika blade have her.” 

“ Izaya, I know you don’t like losing to Shizuo but that does not mean you have to ruin this relationship. For once, let it go.” 

“ It’s Shizuo who needs to let her go.” 

With that Izaya left the place before walking away thinking about the girl. Since he met her years ago he realized how forgiving and optimistic she truly was. It shocked him, every human he met would be the same and oh so predictable. Shizu-chan and Simon would be the unpredictable ones spicing up his entertainment but (Y/N)? She was the most unpredictable one of them all. She took both sides of an argument and attempted to find a solution and she would keep Shizuo in check something that no one could do. On top of that, (Y/N) forgave anyone and you could never guess what she would say next, but her actions were always surprising. As he entered his workplace he was met with Namie Yagiri who looked at him in disbelief. 

“ It’s late where have you been?” 

“ Ah, Namie I was out with Celty and (Y/N) (L/N).” 

“ (Y/N) (L/N)?” 

“ Shizuo Heiwajima’s girlfriend, well fiance but not for long.” 

“ What do you mean, not for long?” 

“ Well you see, I intend to steal her away.” 

“ You never seem to bother with people’s love lives anyways. Why now?” 

“ (Y/N) (L/N) is a fascinating human! Here on this board, Shizu-Chan is the king and (Y/N (L/N) would be his queen, but the queen is one of the few people with free-range movement, in other words, the most powerful piece, nonetheless all are useful but the queen is the one who defends her king. If the queen is removed you’re pretty much set to fail and the king is left weak and ready to be dethroned. So, Shizu-chan is only strong with his queen, but this fascinating human being should be next to me, her God!” 

“ So you want to use her-!?” 

“ No! You’re not getting the picture! I am going to take the queen and leave her next to her god’s side! ME! With Shizu-chan weak I’ll simply kill him and fully take (Y/N) (L/N) as mine!” 

“ I thought Shizuo provided you with the most entertainment. . .” 

“ (Y/N) makes up for both of them, I don’t need Shizuo when I have his queen. . .” 

~~ 

“ Shizuo! Wait!” 

Shizuo was walking faster while dragging (Y/N) behind him as they proceeded to go to their house after staying at Shinra’s. 

“ What for?” 

“ I’m sorry for embarrassing you in front of Izaya. . .” 

“ I’m fine, as long as it was you I didn’t mind.” 

“ You sure?” 

“ Of course, now let’s go home. I’m tired.” 

‘“O-Okay!” 

As they entered the home in which they both own Shizuo immediately grabbed (Y/N) as he held her close before asking her yet again, “ Do you love me?” 

“ Of course silly! I wouldn’t marry someone I don’t love! I love you to the moon and back Shizuo and I wouldn’t change that for the world! No one and nothing would ever split us apart Shizuo! You accepted me for who I am, now it’s time you realize that I accept you for you!” 

Cuddling closer with the (h/c) hair colored female he blurted out something that made her turn red upon hearing it. 

“ I want a baby.” 

“ A WHAT?!” 

“ A baby. I hope to be able to be a father once we wed.” 

“ W-w-w-w-what g-g-g-gave you that idea?!” 

“ We are both at a young age, once we marry I feel like we should have a child. I won’t rush or force you but I think we would be great parents.” 

“I...OKAY! Of course! After we marry, we can have as many children as we can!” 

“ W-Wait you serious?!” 

“ Of course Shizuo, because I love you to bits! Just like I will love this child, I'll make sure you both know how special you are to me!” 

“ I do wonder how I found someone like you (Y/N). . . I love you!” 

“ I love you too Shizuo!” 

As they both fell asleep in a lovers embrace Shizuo was reminded of how much (Y/N) loves him and was also reminded that she will never leave him. Izaya was wrong, (Y/N) loves him for himself and as Shizuo sighed in relief as he cuddled closer to the female, not being feared, but being loved was a great feeling, the best in the world. 

~~ 

“ Now. . . what should I make for dinner? I should make Shizuo’s favorite meal, but that means that I need to go shopping. Oh well.” 

(Y/N) pulled out her phone before sending Shizuo a quick text saying how she would be stepping out and would be home soon. After getting an, ‘alright. Be safe.’ text she immediately set out to the store. As (Y/N) was searching through the ingredients she came across a hand reaching for the same one, the last one. 

“ Oh, I’m sorry! You can take it!” 

“ No, no that fine! By all means, take it.” 

“ Izaya... .?’ 

“ Ah! (Y/N)! Isn’t that wonderful? I wanted to speak to you!” 

“ Same! Just let me finish shopping and I’ll go with you!” 

“ Here! I’ll help, by the way! Feel free to take it, I don’t need that ingredient as much as you do.” 

“ Thanks! Are you sure you don’t want it though, I’m making a meal for Shizuo but I can always go to other stores! If you want it you should take it! On the bright side, I can get my daily walk in by going to other stores and I might be able to browse through other items I may need!” 

“ Oh? A meal for Shizu-chan? Then, by all means, take it. I wouldn’t want to make him upset.” 

“ Thank you Izaya! You really care for him!” 

“ Well, I wouldn’t say that. .  . “

“ Well, we should get going! I think I got everything I needed!” 

Walking to the park in silence was a little awkward until (Y/N) lit up at the sight of ice cream. 

“ Hey Izaya, look it’s an ice cream truck! Do you want some? My treat!” 

“ Actually, it will be mine! Which one do you want (Y/N)?” 

“ (F/F) please!” 

“ Of course!” 

Upon getting the ice cream ( Y/N) desired and Izaya getting one for himself they decided to sit on a bench and she continued speaking with Izaya. 

“ Izaya, I have a question.” 

“What is it (Y/N)?” 

“ Well, why do you like edging Shizuo on? You know he is trying his hardest to change, wait, is it to push him? To see how much he needs to improve left?” 

“ You really are optimistic aren’t you? Not exactly, you see Shizuo tends to act differently from the rest. . . he truly is unpredictable so I just want to see every possible reaction from him. Just like you?” 

“ Me? I hardly think I'm unpredictable, I feel like you could read me easily.” 

“ You can’t and that’s the best part. I truly love all humans (Y/N), they are just so interesting! In the end, they all act the same yet it’s so exciting!” 

“ Interesting. You like the unpredictable more though right! I do too! It’s like a book, if you can predict the way it ends then it isn’t all the fun. However, if the book ends with a plot twist and catches you by surprise then it is fun! Every new day, every new day is something different for me! I feel like, when you look at a new angle you end up seeing things you’ve never seen. This could easily impact what you think or what you do! That’s what I try to do to make my day more interesting!” 

Izaya looking at her with insanity swirling his eyes grabbed her hands causing her ice cream to fall before laughing. 

“ You understand me! You see what I see! You truly do deserve to be next to your god's side! Tell me (Y/N), you’re very forgiving, aren’t you! Every god needs to judge and punish the sinners, BUT THEY ALSO NEED TO FORGIVE! THAT MY GODDESS IS WHERE YOU COME IN! WITH YOU BY MY SIDE, WE COULD TRULY RULE OVER THESE HUMANS! JUST AS I LOVE HUMANS, THEY SHOULD LOVE ME TOO! THAT INCLUDES YOU (Y/N), DO YOU LOVE ME?” 

“ I-?!” 

“ That’s enough!” 

Turning to Celty who began to write furiously fast on her phone shoved it in front of Izaya as he skimmed the words that were written. 

‘Shizuo is on his way, leave if you don’t want your ass kicked. I told you to leave (Y/N) alone! For once, listen to me!’ 

Celty grabbed (Y/N) and led her to the motorcycle before writing on it explaining that Shizuo was around the area and was planning on picking (Y/N) up from the store. Celty mentioned that she too was around the area and that she was asked by Shizuo to help him look for her as well. Nodding, (Y/N) turned around to meet Izaya smirking, despite all she smiled at him and bowed before apologizing. 

“ I’m sorry Izaya! I hope to talk to you soon and I apologize our time was cut short. I’m happy that you told me a little about yourself Izaya as I told you I like to see both perspectives before saying or doing anything. On the bright side, although our time was cut short I realized that you trust me a little and bothered to open up a bit! So I'm glad!” 

Indeed Izaya found his Goddess, she forgave all and will forgive all. Smiling a bit he turned and wished her good-bye before plotting a plan to take her from Shizuo forever and make sure his goddess was with him all the time. Besides, even if he committed a crime, his goddess, (Y/N) (L/N) would forgive him. 

(Y/N) was riding with Celty until they found Shizuo in which he expressed his concern for the female. He examined the ingredients and smiled realizing what she was planning on doing before ruffling her hair. 

 “ I still have a little bit of work left but I'll make it home in time for dinner.” 

“ Of course! I’ll get started on dinner right away!” 

“ Alright. See you then, oh (Y/N).” 

“ Yeah?” 

“ I love you.” 

“ I love you too!” 

~~ 

Getting out of the shower, (Y/N) proceeded to dry her hair with a small towel wearing (F/C) shorts and an extremely overgrown shirt, more importantly, it was Shizuo’s bartender shirt that he allowed her to wear. It fit more like a dress but no one was complaining. 

“ I better get started on dinner, Shizuo is going to arrive any minute!” 

Proceeding to get the ingredients (Y/N) was washing the vegetables when she heard a click signaling the door was open. 

“ Shizuo I’m not done with the meal-... Shizuo... .?” 

Examining the living room she noticed that the door was opened but no one was in the room with her, that was until she heard a familiar voice from her right ear. 

“ Good evening, My goddess. . .” 

“Iza-!?” 

With that Izaya knocked out (Y/N) cradling her in his arms before making his way to him home with the young girl, his Goddess.  

~ 

“ Wake up sleeping beauty~” 

Izaya was poking her cheek repeatedly hoping for the young girl to awaken sometime soon and luckily she did. 

“ Izaya, w-where a-am I?” 

“ Why you’re in our home my goddess~” 

“O-our? Goddess? Izaya what’s going on?” 

“ You will be living with me from now on~ You see I explained it to you, I love humans my dear (Y/N), you are no exception. However, unlike all the other humans you have an interesting personality and you are quite unpredictable making each new day exciting and something to look forward to! Someone like you should be by my side ruling alongside next to me! Just as I adore humans, they should adore us, as they should!” 

“ I-Izaya I’m sorry but it’s late and I need to get to Shizuo before it gets too late-!?” 

“ You aren’t getting it! You aren’t going back to Shizuo! You belong to me! Besides, Shizuo is weak right now! I could easily get rid of him!” 

“ He isn’t! Shizuo is quite strong! I know for a fact that he can overcome anything! Now, please let me go before I-!?” 

“ You aren’t seeing the big picture (Y/N) and it saddens me. You see the queen is the strongest piece in chess. Shizu-chan is the king and you by right, are his queen. If we take the queen away, the king is set up to fail. Haven’t you realized, everyday Shizu-chan asks you if you love him and to never leave him? Coincidence I know? I always make him doubt of this reality because without you Shizu-chan would be a violent monster! Think about it, you’re the only thing that can hold him back but you aren’t by his side! Shizu-chan does not want to be feared but he thinks it’s a fantasy, someone like you being in his life that he just needs to confirm if you love him too!” 

(Y/N) gasped when she came to notice her fiance's true feelings. Feeling down, (Y/N) looked to the side to examine the board Izaya kept close to see if she could find a pattern or attempt to figure Izaya out to create a plan.   

“ In fact! I think he is worried sick trying to find you, but he won’t! Even if he does, he doesn’t have the right to take my Goddess away!” 

In the meantime, Shizuo was frantically searching for where (Y/N) could be. When he arrived home he came to see the door open and no sign of (Y/N) causing his anxiety to spike up at the thought of losing you forever. Having enough he texted Celty and even the dollars home page alerting all members to keep an eye out on a female with (H/C) and (E/C) as she could be in danger. 

“ Celty! Have you found her yet?” 

“ No.... but I think I know where she is. I hope she isn’t though. . . “ 

“ Spit it out! WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?!” 

Shizuo was running out of breath as he looked at Celty with desperation as he saw her type away with incredible speed, but the answer both shook him and angered him to the point of no return. 

“ I think she is with Izaya. If so, we must hurry!” 

“ Of course! Leave this to me. . . I think it’s time that bastard met with his fate.” 

Shizuo walked away with anger as he began to prepare his fist to execute the man who stole his fiance.

IZAYA ENDING w/SMUT

SHIZUO ENDING

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[flowerflamestars]

Okay, So i say we treat canon as yet another ooc fanfic cuz that's how it felt reading it, hear this: THE ANGST. THE PINING.

Nesta marching right up to Eris the next time she sees him, beautiful and half a goddess already, telling him: "I accept your offer. When do we leave?"

Him somehow inmediatly knowing that something had happened, something that had put urgency in her tone and a scowl on the Inner Circle's faces.

He gleefully winnows her to the Autumn Court.

Gwyn and Emerie follow her a few months after (And how could they not? SJM set them up to mirror the bat boys, so of course they'd go with her). Not just out of love, but to see the world outside the Night Court.

They find Nesta, settled in a cottage much bigger and comfortable than the one she'd left behind years ago, but alone, again. She nearly sobs when she sees them, exhausted and armed, she actually does when Gwyn plops her bag down and asks where her room is.

She confesses later in front of a crackling fire, Emerie's legs on her lap, that she was convinced, almost certain that her sisters and their friends had poisoned their minds against her. That they'd convinced the only people she had to herself that she was unlovable. Neither of them say anything, but there is fury in their eyes as they show her the bracelet.

Turns out the Inner Circle hadn't even told them about the bethrotal, had just turned around and acted like Nesta had never existed at all. Too tired to even attempt to try anymore. But rooms still go quiet whenever her name scapes someone's lips.

Nesta wishes she could feel nothing again, but she cannot, so she lets the tears stream down her face, lets Gwyn hold her hand.

At least she's not alone anymore. At least she has them, forever.

Then there's Eris.

YES I LOVE IT

They would, you know? It was so clear Nesta only got to be a family member if she was ‘under control’ and banging who her sister thought was the right man. 

I think Gwyn + Em would wonder if she died. If she was hurt- picture if you will, Emerie finding a way to leave Illyria, meeting up with Gwyn in the library, and them together hunting down Azriel, the only person they think would answer them.

And Az tells them: Nesta left to be married.

Yall, cue the wrath of god. Emerie fully thinks the Night Court fucking sold her. Gwyn is shaking with rage/fear. 

They go into the House, to Nesta’s room. And find, because she fled for her life, all her things are still there. This is wrong- this is so clearly wrong. She’s not in the Steppes with Cassian, Emerie would have heard. She’s not here. They’re acting like she died.

Our girls are like: No. No we’re going to find her. Always and forever.

Together, they pack a bag of what they think Nesta would really want. They steal the really good tea stash from the kitchen. 

They sit on the floor together and say: House. House, we love you and we know you love Nesta, can you help us?

Gwyn: can you take us to her?

Sad silence.

Emerie: Can you bring us someone who can take us- who will, and can be trusted?

Which is how Lucien Vanserra, who was enjoying a walk before he left this godforsaken city finds himself thrown to Nesta Archeron’s bedroom floor, faced by two absolutely furious, absolutely armed women.

They’re holding hands, he notices first- and then, not- not hands- holding each other steady with white knuckled, painful grip on each others wrists, charms that smell like magic, magic, magic, throbbing between them.

Lucien, being the mvp that he is, is like: Are you alright? Are you hurt?

Emerie, with a sword she absolutely stole in her hand: Do you know where Nesta Archeron is?

Lucien, having a full body flashback to standing next to a bloody, grinning Jurian, watching as Eris burns down the Forest House with Nesta by his side, holding Beron’s severed head: Yes????

Em, whose sword has not wavered: Can you take us to her?

Lucien, whose hesitation is 100% founded on that fact that the last time he saw Nesta after that, she was running barefoot through the woods, leaving cold burning footprints like stars, calling monsters out from beneath the ground and out in the sky: Autumn can be dangerous. Are you sure? Gwyn: she’s in Autumn?

Em: Take us to her, take us to her RIGHT NOW.... we can pay you for your services in tea?

Gwyn, fishing another woven charm out of her pocket under Lucien’s incredulous gaze: And this. It’s good luck.

It’s more than good luck, it’s happiness endowed by the universe written into solid form. 

Lucien takes the bracelet. Lucien says, no longer hiding his smile: So you’re Nesta’s friends. The ones she learned to fight with.

Gwyn, fully snapping now with anxiety: We are her sisters.

Em, at the same time: we are Valkyries come again. And if the Night Court sold Nesta, we’re going to free her.

Lucien loves them. Where did they come from? He didn’t know anyone with a loyal heart actually existed in Velaris. 

Lucien remembers too the stories of Valkyries. Outshining every male warrior who walked the world, who fought like pure flame, preferred to die rather than surrender what was loved. 

Lucien tells them, Autumn might suit them after all. 

[nomazee]

Komorebi (6)

komorebi, final.

synopsis: Tsukishima dislikes the amount of parallels there are with you and Hinata. He dislikes the way you’re so energetic and exuberant when you want to be, and the way you can get along so well with people. He dislikes the way that people are naturally drawn to you, and the way you’re so willing to put time into your dumb gifts and snacks and treats for a team of boys you barely know. But Tsukishima does not dislike you. And he supposes that’s part of the problem.

series content: developing relationship, (sort of) ooc tsukishima, strangers to (sort of) friends to lovers, angst, fluff, slow burn

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six

(the final part!! i don’t wanna ramble too much for right now so all of my final thoughts will be at the end! 

love yall :) )

☾.:°∗★.:☆:.★∗°:.☽ 

Just like that, Tsukishima is back to square one. 

The world goes silent for a few days. He hates to admit that he’s losing sleep over you, but at this point he’s too far gone to care what anyone thinks about him. Except for you--and while he knows that assuming things is bad, he can only conclude by the way you looked so scared of him before, that you do not think he’s a good person. 

(The gifts you gave him nearly contradict that assumption. But he ignores those for the most part. The scarf you gave him a while ago rests on a chair in his room and more often than not he finds himself staring at it during the deep hours of the night. He hasn’t worn it yet.)

Yamaguchi keeps giving him glances during class--not that that’s any different from before, but it irks him more now that he’s actually seen you. The blonde wonders if his friend knew about you, knew that you were going to drop something off in that moment and just never thought to warn him. Maybe you two were plotting that together, like an odd sort of revenge tactic. 

He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know a lot of things. What he does know is that he’s tired, and he misses you, and he wants to be warm again. 

The morning is cold when we wakes up. He wasn’t really sleeping--it was one of those nights of a daze of exhaustion where he kept blinking himself awake. At five-thirty AM, he sighs, staring at the blank, matte wall of his ceiling. Tsukishima wills himself to crawl out of his bed and get ready for school. It’s still dark outside, the flames of daylight creeping up on the horizon while he steps around his room. 

He’s ready to leave by six. His mother is awake, sitting in the kitchen sipping hot tea and scrolling through her cellphone. She catches a glimpse of her son walking through the front door--Tsukishima feels her pensive gaze on him but refuses to say anything, just like always. 

The air is cold. Despite the long-sleeved uniform he’s wearing, Tsukishima feels ill-prepared to face the day, in more than one way. Nevertheless, he lets go of his reluctance at the door and trudges onward in the frigid air, nose flushed with red and cheeks going numb in a matter of seconds. 

(The scarf is in his bag now rather than his desk chair, hidden beneath his books and folders and pencils. He wants to wear it, knows he should, but his guilty conscious tells him to leave it unworn for now.) 

The walk passes by quickly, far too quickly for his comfort. Before Tsukishima knows it, he’s faced with the front doors of the very school he dreads to enter. 

His fingers tingle with numbness as he pulls at the metal handles of the door. The school is quiet, empty for the most part. The faint shuffle of teachers in their classrooms echoes throughout the halls as his feet lead him to Class 1-4. 

There’s a faint pitter-patter of footsteps from inside the classroom. Tsukishima passes it off as one of his teachers, again, but the sight he’s met with when he walks through the doorway gives him a disturbing sense of deja vu. 

You’re there, at his desk--the same bracelet from a few days ago resting on top of a box that  you seem to have just placed on his desk. You blink up at him owlishly. He can only return the gesture, dumbstruck as he is. 

It’s too reminiscent of the events from a few days ago. Once again, his eyes are prickling with stinging pain and his throat dries up. 

He doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know what to do.

What does he know, he wonders. He knows he hates crying. It’s unfortunate that that’s the only thing he seems capable of doing. 

It’s all overwhelming for him. The cold of the outside lingering on his skin, the sheets of sunlight pouring through the window as the sun rises, your eyes, your sheer presence in front of him. It piles on his shoulder and soon he feels liquid heat pouring down his cheeks. 

Tsukishima Kei is crying. In front of you, in a classroom, watching you grip the box in your hands and stare at him, unmoving. 

His throat hurts. He tries to choke down any audible sobs, but loud, ugly sniffles echo throughout the room. He wants to fall through the floor, squeezes his eyes shut so he doesn’t have to look at you. He can’t bear to know that you find him pathetic, even more so than he already seemed in the last few weeks. 

Distantly, he recognizes the sound of footsteps coming closer to him but tunes them out in hopes that he’s just imagining them. A hand finds its way to his shoulder--it’s warm, and he flinches. He knows it’s yours, knows by the heat of it and the comfort he feels from a simple touch. It’s the first time he’s felt your touch, but he feels so light now--so warm and comfortable and cloudy. 

“Kei.” It’s your voice. It swims through the air and into his ears, sobs only increasing in severity at the sound of his first name on your lips. Your other hand comes to rest on his cheek, both sets of fingers gently brushing away the pouring stream. 

Fond. Tsukishima Kei is very fond of the feeling of your skin on his. He hopes he can become well-acquainted with it, if he tries hard enough. 

“Kei, it’s okay.” You’re so soft, voice low and lacking any hostility he expected you to have. Your thumbs pat at his under eyes, soaking up the wetness that pools. 

“Can you look at me?” He’s stubborn, hand coming up to grip your wrist and lips clamped tightly shut to reduce the shiver of his entire body as he weeps. A gentle shake of his head makes you sigh--he knows the way he’s acting is so uncharacteristic but he can’t help it. Not with the feel of your hands on his face, your voice, the sound of his first name spoken by you still ringing in his ears. 

“It’s okay. It’s alright. I’m here.” 

You are here. It seems impossible to him, but you’re here. With him. With your hands giving him warmth and comfort and fondness. Everything he ever wanted. 

His eyes blink open. Tsukishima Kei looks at you--really looks. Your lips are upturned, gentle as is the rest of you. The sun is halfway above the horizon now, the light from it filtering through the leaves of the trees that are planted outside the window. The golden rays hit your eyes perfectly, changing the hue the slightest bit and making him stop his tears momentarily--just to admire you. 

You blink at him. You smile. Tsukishima Kei is in love, just a little bit.

☾.:°∗★.:☆:.★∗°:.☽

(so... this has been a wild ride. 

first off i wanna say thank you for all the support i’ve received throughout this whole thing! it really means so much to me. i love you all so much. 

im very proud of myself for finishing this. this is by no means the greatest product i could’ve created--it was a little bit messy, and the word count of the entire series (ab 6000 i think) is lower than some long oneshots i’ve seen.

there’s a lot of things i could’ve done better--no doubt about that. but i am very proud of myself for making this. for finishing a WHOLE multipart series,,,,yes it was short but......its here! i did it! i’m finished! very happy with this. 

this series was mainly set in tsukishima’s own head--and i know it was probably at least a little disappointing that it was NOT action-based---and the fact that it was tsukki-centric was definitely a downer to some people because you didnt really get to feel what.... YOU would feel in that situation. we didnt get to see that here. 

and its okay if that’s what you disliked most!!! in truth i think that was one of my biggest weaknesses writing this series. but i liked it this way, i think. i like trying to analyze characters within my writing and i think that, at the very least, this was a good challenge for me to try to take on with characterization and the like.

anyways....that’s it i think! thank you so much for supporting me, really. i’m very thankful for everyone whose liked or reblogged any of the parts to komorebi. you are all incredible i love you. <3) 

(pssst!!! i’ll be talking about my 200 follower event soon. if you wanna participate, be on the lookout for that!!)

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okay so I understand not having fics with ooc angst and allat but are yall really starting to police brainwash aus too? as if that hasnt been a concept used in previous shows and even the comics? several times?

trust me ur not “weird” or “tasteless” for doing brainwash aus just write it good ​

like yall are buggin just say its not ur thing without tryna moral shame writers geez

#rottmnt #tmnt #txt

[jamiebluewind]

Happy Thanksgiving! Here's Some Angst!

I typed up the entire Shadow Cat scene from episode 6 of Fantasy High Season 2 and if I have to suffer, then so should yall! ^_^

*****

While Riz is grumbly asleep in a chair, waves billow up around Fabian in the darkness.

DM: You awaken in your room in a state of night paralysis. Like your body can't move. You look and see that the window has been slid open in your room, Fabian is gone, the sword of the seacasters has been plunged through the engine of the handman and it is on its side leaking oil onto the floor. You not only can't move but you feel a tremendous weight on your chest. Materializing there -sitting on her haunches - is a black tabaxi woman.

Calina: Hi Riz. How ya doin?

Riz: Wha- what did you do to Fabian?

DM: Your voice comes out in a crock. You realize that you couldn't shout in the state that you're in.

Calina: Oh *palms up and quick shake of the head* I can't take any credit for that. That uh that was the boss.

Riz: You work for the nightmare king?

Calina: Yeah kiddo! I work for the nightmare king. That's right. You have... grown. You're like... the spitting image of your mother and father. Like a perfect combo of the two.

Riz: Why would you... my parents trusted you. Why would you... what are you doing?

Calina: What am I doing? You said it Riz! Come on. *eyebrow* I work for the nightmare king.

Riz: But why?

Calina: Is that an honest question? Why? He grants me unlimited power. All that I am and all that I am capable of doing, he gave to me. Do you really not understand why a person might... *purse lips* DO things that *slight nod* benefited them? *silence* I know that YOU only do things to kinda distract yourself from how DEEPLY sad you are that your dad is gone, I get that. The maidens and then you find the maidens and then it's on to the next thing and the conspiracy board and you dont sleep and you're digging digging digging- it's like *hand out* when you were in that palimpsest. You will dig until your own hands are bleeding because the SECOND you slow down, you will have to deal with the fact that he's not coming home. Sorry bud. *pause* So we gotta talk about you and your friends coming for this crown because that's gonna be a no go from us.

Riz: What... what do you

Calina: What do I want?

Riz: Yes.

Calina: I just said it. Pack it in and go home. This one's not you chief. (beat) Now, I know that I'm talking to the most obstinate one in the group. I do get that, for sure. And I'll admit *looks around* I've been having a hard time breaking through whatever these little runes are, but you guys seem to have fucked up badly enough. Seems like whatever was keeping me out wore off and now we're back here

Riz: So it's not the nightmare king that's- it's you that's- you can come into our dreams?

Calina: Are you dreamin right now? Wanna pinch yourself? *points* Oh you can't you're paralyzed, sorry.

Riz: *scoffs*

Calina: I just wanna see if we can talk reason. You guys wanna get this crown back. That can't happen. Where do we find compromise here? Cuz, *head tilts head toward other room* they're restraining your buddy Ragh out there and while they're doing that, *points* Fabian slipped out the window, so I would cut my losses at one dead friend. That would be me. But we could go for more if you want.

DM (paraphrasing): Murph has to roll well for The Sword of Shadows to be in the bed (was he on a chair, couch, or bed?) with him as he sleeps. He rolled well.

Riz: *tries to crain his head to look intimidating or confident* How bout no dead friends?

*uses the sword to misty steps out, landing in the campus of The Gold Gardens*

*takes 10 points of falling damage*

*clatter to the ground*

*arms paralyzed so something breaks when it hits at an odd angle*

Riz: *groan sound*

Calina: *walks out of a little allyway. She looks out.* Aw bud. He's been gone. I should've given you a time on that. That's my mistake *sigh* So we definitely clocked some eye contact when you were about to be sacrificed, right?

Riz: *hard sigh* Yeah

Calina: You seem like the kind of guy who likes information. Is there any kind of information that I can offer *Riz scoffs* you?

Riz: Wha do you want in return?

Calina: Buddy we're JUST talkin right now. I'm trying to get you to see reason.

Riz: I wanna know where the crown is. I wanna know were Fabian is. I wanna know why people are coming for us in our sleep.

Calina: Why do you assume that I know where the crown is?

Riz: *pause for several seconds* You don't know where the crown is. ... oh. boy.

Calina: That's not what I said. I asked why you THINK I know where the crown is. I would correct you, but I don't think you're gonna believe me.

Riz: I think I know where the crown is and you have HANDILY defeated me even after I said my cool one liner, so I assume that you also figured it out.

Calina: What you do see happening from here? Because I do want to get this sorted out, but I am tr- look. *palms up* I think you can see that I have no tricks up my sleeve. I'm not doing anything. I'm not using any spells on you. I'm no MURDERING you right here on the ground. Right? I want this to be resolved amicably. Um, the issue that I'm feeling right now is I wanna know what needs to happen for you guys to give this up and if you DON'T give it up, then I guess I'm gonna say that this is gonna get so much worse.

Riz: We can't give it up.

Calina: What? You can't take the F? Can't repeat the year? Buddy, what are you talkin about?

Riz: *breath* We can't give it up because it... it... it would be... it would he wrong.

Calina: It would be wrong. Well what's right about you and your friends dying? Seems like Arthur Augefort has it all figured out. Got a bunch of kids going out there and putting themselves in harm's way. Gettin their lives taken and for what? What do you care what happens in Silvar, The Forest of the Nightmare King?

Riz: It's not it's not gonna end there. If we don't stop this, then you'll do this to the next adventuring party that comes after you.

Calina: Well, you seem pretty set in your ways. Do you know who I am?

Riz: I know that you worked with my father.

Calina: Pok Gukgak. It's a good man.

Riz: What went wrong between you two?

Calina: Nothing went... wrong between us. How bout this. We do a little information swap. You ask me a question about your dad. You answer a question of mine.

Riz: *pause* I dont think now is the time to get nostalgic. I wanna know that my friends are okay. My father's already gone. If you want information, you would have ta... I would need to know that they were safe.

Calina: *clicks tongue* Know that who was safe? You want me to... help your friend Fabian out? I can make sure he doesn't die. It's not too late. But I'm gonna need everything. I'm gonna need everything you know.

Riz: (long pause) Alright.

Calina: Tell me what you know.

Riz: How do I know if I tell you what I know that you can help me?

Calina: *shrug* You don't

Riz: I'll tell you were I think the crown is going, you bring Fabian here. *she breathes in to interrupt him* Once Fabian's here, I'll tell you who I think has it.

Calina: Kid, I don't need to know about where the crown is going. *pupils narrow to slits* I wanna know what you know about me.

Riz: I know that you're... working with... demons.

Calina: *nods*

Riz: I know that you worked with my father at one time.

Calina: Mmhm

Riz: I know that you're trying to sacrifice people to make something come about.

Calina: *sniff* Alright. That everything?

DM (paraphrasing): Out of character, Murph asks if he knows anything else. He knows about the mirror, the photograph that only some people can see, and that she was seen the night of prom, Ragh saw her talking with Porter and Adaine's mom, and she threatened Ragh.

Riz (can be seen as internal dialogue, out loud, or Murph ooc dialogue with the DM): I guess I share... yeah. I guess I share everything. I guess I share everything I know. I'm in a pretty bad position, here.

DM (paraphrasing): *Fabian is picked up from the dark ocean by something that couldn't be seen without his darkvision. They are horrible imp like things with dark wings. They drop him at a slum at the edge of Leviathan*

Riz (can be seen as internal dialogue, paraphrase of actual conversation, or Murph ooc dialogue with the DM): Um, I think I don't... mention Adaine's... mom. I just say it was the night of prom. I.. I give all the information except Adaine's mom. That we were there. That we saw the... that we knew the crown was there. Did the fight during prom night. It disappeared. I think I try to not bring other people into it. I don't have very good deception.

Calina: *her eye slits narrow and flicker again. Her 3rd eyelid twitches* A student saw me? Wow. Okay. Well, Fabian's alive. If you wanna run - little goblin scurry around and find him - you can do that. Don't keep looking for the crown or we are gonna kill every last one of you. And you do have some time to talk it over because I'm gonna head out and go kill Lydia Barkrock. *points to eyes* Take care. *vanishes*

Riz: *runs back to the room where his friends are, arm still broken*

*****

Let me know if I missed any typos! ^_^

#fantasy high #fantasy high live #riz gukgak #shadow cat #fantasy high spoilers #calina #dimension 20 #fantasy high twitch #brennan lee mulligan #brian murphy #d20 quotes #fantasy high quotes #tw dark themes #tw manipulation #tw drowning #tw injury #tw paralysis

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Trashcan’s Fic Rec: June ‘19

2nd month of fics I've read this month, and the same as last month, I've read a fuck ton of bnha fics (mostly bkdk whoops), with the exception of a couple of marvel fics. Yall this list is gonna be long as fuck so buckle the fuckle in. also sorry for the wait my dumb ass forgot to actually finish this.

Bakudeku Fics: 

Persephone by nikk_pfefferneuse | 70k | 7/7 | au | izuku has a quirk | OOC 

"Stop killing my dad's tulips, stupid!"

The boy looks up, and Katsuki is greeted with the biggest, greenest eyes in the whole entire world. Round baby cheeks dotted with freckles. Petals in his hair.

The air is stolen from his lungs. Words leave him. The world stops moving.

how he should’ve known (and how it turned out) by  vannral | 43k | 13/13 | fake dating | fluff and angst | eventual nsfw

Izuku should’ve listened and known and watched out for this so he wouldn’t be here, in this position. But he is, and everything is awful.

In which Katsuki and Izuku pretend to be a couple to avoid journalists, the plan backfires magnificently because of course it does, and the act goes on. Includes feelings, pining, domestic fluff and jealousy.

Little Sh*t (Kidfic) (series) by  Saysi | 42k | 5 works (unfinished series) | deaging quirks | fluff | these fics are so soft oml | like the smallest possible amount of angst 

When Midoriya Izuku gets hit by an age-reversion Quirk, the last thing anyone expected to find out is that Toddler-Izuku is a little shit.

Except for one Bakugou Katsuki, who has seen this phase one too many times already.

And apparently his "Kacchan" is the only one who can deal with Izuku's screaming fits.

Soft Spots by Saysi | 86k | 45/45 | fluff | nsfw | porn with plot | this fic is so cute i've reread it like 8 times 

Midoriya and Bakugou don't have the best of relationships - except when they find themselves alone.

Bakugou quickly finds himself developing a soft spot for the nerd.

Happy birthday Midoriya!

100 Ways to Say by yabakuboi | 49k | 41/100 | fluff | domestic fluff | all the fluff | dorks in love | getting together | established relationship 

I Love You; or, alternatively, Katsuki and Izuku say what they feel in entirely different words as the years go by.

How to Train Your Shitty Omega by deanvspanties | 293k | 33/33 | abo | fluff | getting together | alpha!bakugou & omega!deku | very nsfw | mpreg | angst with a happy ending 

Izuku will have Bakugou's knot. He's Izuku's alpha after all.

I'm sorry for this, but I just had an image in my head of omega!Izuku destroying the school, hunting down Bakugou, and demanding his knot.

Run Into the Unknown by NightGivesWayToLight | 52k | 15/? | kidfic | fluff | slow burn | angst | future fic | hurt/comfort 

Kaitou shyly reaches up to touch Bakugou’s face. A second later, he changes from a boy with gray eyes and black hair to a mini Bakugou, blonde explodey hair and all. Bakugou almost drops Kaitou in shock. “W-what the--?” “My quirk,” Kaitou says in explanation, smiling a little at the shock on Bakugou’s face. ----------------- When a young boy is found in the wreckage from a building collapse, Izuku and Bakugou's lives change forever.

Chalk and Stale Coffee by Synnie | 45k | 15/15 | au | teacher!midoriya & prohero!bakugou | single dad!bakugou | bakugou is eri’s dad | slow burn | domestic fluff | eventual nsfw 

Raising a little girl wasn't easy, but pro hero Katsuki Bakugo felt he owed it to her after an accident in the field left her parents dead and him shouldering the blame.

But now she was starting school and her teacher was a lot cuter than Katsuki had been expecting.

Vicious  by feelslikefire | 105k | 13/13 | fake/pretend relationship | nsfw | fluff | slow burn | angst | angst w/ a happy ending | friends with benefits 

Midoriya and Bakugou wind up in the very last position either of them thought they'd be in: Hero Partners. It's not fun, but they learn to cope. Their first big assignment together takes them undercover to infiltrate a cult, but the situation turns out far more sinister than they first thought.

(Or: Midoriya and Bakugou pretend to be Fake Married, join a cult, start having sex, and learn not to suck as partners, not necessarily in that order.)

Second Chance by Saysi | 84k | 42/42 | midoriya has a quirk | slowish burn | canon compliant | suicide (kinda) | major character death (kinda) | angst but not really | this fic is soft and fluffy its just hard to summarize the tags 

"If you are still breathing, you have a second chance" - Oprah Winfrey

Izuku Midoriya's life has been plagued with mistakes. People have been hurt, friends have been lost, accidents have happened. When the country is nearing imminent destruction, he remembers every bad move, every wrong word, and wonders if he could have changed things.

Then time stops.

Izuku Midoriya grew up thinking he was Quirkless - turns out he just needed to face death to activate it.

Holding On To You by gg17writes | 10k | 1/1 | fluff | soft bakugou | slow burn | hurt/comfort | angst 

Izuku is touch-starved. Intricate rituals ensue.

Dark Side of the Sun by Synnie | 51k | 20/20 | no quirks au | tw abuse | tw domestic abuse | hurt/comfort | angst | fluff | angst with an happy ending

Staying up too late playing video games, Kirishima wasn't expecting to get an urgent call begging for help. Next thing he knew, he was letting his classmate Izuku Midoriya take refuge in his apartment - without consulting his always angry roommate.

Other Fics:

Kit Kats by  Rosae | todobakudeku|11k |3/3 | fluff (kinda | bakugou gets kidnapped | tw panic attacks | dadzawa | hurt/comfort | angst

Katsuki Bakugou hasn't been okay in awhile. But he's trying. It'd help if one of his boyfriends didn't eat Kit Kats like a monster. Or if a certain group of villains would take a hint and stop trying to kidnap him into joining their boy band. Somehow the first thing still bothered him more.

for the first time by  RedHalcyon | iidabaku | 1k | 1/1 | fluff | domestic fluff | this fic is just fluffy i love it so much 

Now they stand together at twenty-five, gold bands on their ring fingers, hand in hand in front of their first house as husbands.

“This… this is ours,” Tenya whispers beside him, probably in awe of making it this far. Katsuki can relate.

“Yeah. Got our names on the lease and everything.” Katsuki squeezes Tenya’s hand, rubbing his ring with a thumb.

A Dangerous Lifestyle by  matchsticks_p (matchsticks) | sambucky | 18k | 3/3 | nsfw | slow burn | secret relationship | kinda pwp | fluff 

They're fugitives, on the run from not one but several of the most powerful and dangerous organizations in the world. And that's not even what's going to be the death of Sam.

(It's Bucky. Bucky is going to be the death of Sam.)

MHA Adventures in Parenthood by Minglisabeth | multi | established relationships | fluff | kid fics | yall this and the next rec are probably the best parenthood aus this fandom has holy fuck | not mpreg the same sex couples have kids through quirks | 5 works some works are incomplete and so is the series

Through various circumstances, some of the former 1A students become parents.

Parenthood AU Oneshots by  Minglisabeth | 20 works | fluff | angst | domestic fluff | a whole buncha fluff yall 

Oneshots from my parenthood AU. Main series is called MHA Adventures in Parenthood

#fic rec #monthy fic rec #bakudeku #todobakudeku #iidabaku #sambucky

[crowsent]

👶,⭐,💘, and💻. Love you!!

thank you for ask anon! writer ask game is here if yall wanna send in something. still taking asks for these btw

👶- advice for new writers =

yall this is hella fucking generic but PRACTISE. theres a reason almost literally every writer on tumblr gives the advise of “practise practise practise” and that reason is it works. practise doesnt mean ‘oh just write bc youll automatically get better over time’ it means ‘write bc if you dont, you wont figure out what you need to improve.’ did yall know that i literally had no sentence variation in the past? i started every sentence with [character name] or [character pronoun] and i didnt realise until i was 15/16 and i only realised bc i started writing a lot.

i think there’s a fear of failure with new writers. there’s this lingering doubt of  “what if its not good?” and boy howdy i will answer that question right fucking now. it wont be good. when i compare my current work to my earlier work, my earlier work sucked fucking shit. i spelled soldier with a fucking ‘j’ and i had no idea what the hell a point of view was. and thats okay. whoever tells you that youre going to perfect writing is a fucking liar. there is no perfecting writing. 20 years from now, imma look at the writing from today and im gonna think it sucks shit. writing is a process. its a craft. you get better and better over time and the way you get better is by experimenting w different styles, different genres, different ways of writing.

and the only way you can experiment and improve is through practise. in video games, especially rpgs (which are my favourite kind of video games), you struggle in the early game. youre at a low level, you dont have good equipment, you have a hard time moving to the next area. but the only way you progress is by grinding, gaining levels, and getting stronger. same w writing. if youre a level 1 writer, just starting out, no idea what to do, just experiment. fuck around a bit. write crackships, write rarepairs, write niche self-indulgent reader/character fics. at the end of the day, you should write for yourself. its good and cool if other people like your stuff and validate all your hard work, but at the end of the day, the one who should enjoy your writing the most is yourself.

you WILL mess up and you WILL struggle, but thats the only way you can improve. i struggle with pacing the most. still do. but others might have pacing down pat and struggle instead with word choice or pov or something else. cant figure out where you need to improve if you dont write, so just practise and worry about all the fine print later

⭐️- how do you get your inspiration? =

this is definitely not universal, but i just sit on my bed, close my eyes, and meditate. cycle through all my emotions and thoughts and filter them out. then i just toss everything out the damn window. like. id just meditate for a while, focus on breathing, on experiencing the present, picture a field and a tree and myself and breathe. thoughts fly by and i let them happen but dont focus on it.

meditating gives me some semblance of emotional control bc i normally have none, and it gives me kind of this space. this safe space that only exists for me and me alone. so i use that space to let the world drift away. just me and my thoughts and sometimes, those thoughts end up being good writing ideas. but i usually meditate for a set amount of time. like 15 minutes or 30 minutes so i dont write until i finish meditating.

then when i get out of my headspace, i open up my laptop and see what i remember. thinking too hard about something causes it to muddy up. same with art. in digital art, artists flip the canvas to refresh their eyes, see if there’s anything weird or wonky about the illustration that they normally dont see bc theyve gotten used to it. flipping the canvas is like giving our eyes a jumpstart and lets us see what we could do better. in traditional art, its turning the canvas this way and that or repositioning yourself. meditating is like that. a break. a cleanse. a kind of pause where you dont think about anything and just try to process what you already have. you relax and kind of let yourself float down a river of thoughts and sometimes, a fish would jump out of that river and youd go “hey, thats a good idea. i should try that” so when you get out of the river, youre refreshed and ready to go.

same principle with showers. more ideas come to you in the shower when you dont have anything to write with bc youre not thinking about it. youre not focusing on finding inspiration or motivation so ideas naturally flow through you. you know that feeling when you want to do x then someone comes along and says “hey you should do x” and suddenly all motivation to do x leaves? same w your brain. focus too much on “i should be writing” or “i want inspiration” and its never gonna come. just let things happen. at least, thats how i do it. some people might get inspiration by reading or watching tv. everyones different so if thats not what works out for you, dont feel pressured to try my method

💘- what’s your favorite AU? Least favorite? =

magic au. specifically fantasy au set in like a pre-modern era. shows like avatar where theres all this magic and fantastical beasts and so on and so forth. semi-modern like six of crows and nevernight are great too. i want that magic to be woven into people’s lives. harry potter is okay but there’s like this separation between magic and muggle. there’s this feeling of “magic” but like as a tool. like a spoon or a gun or a shovel. i want magic au’s that are INTEGRATED with the world its set in.

like in atla, earth kingdom people have trains they move with bending while fire nation people have machines powered by heat and steam. both correspond to their bending and makes sense for the world they live in. but if your plot is like harry potter and its less worldbuilding and more action, then there’s this book series called seasons rising (read it. so good) where there’s a bunch of spells but the spells have character. the people using the spells GIVE it character and it feels much more intimate. pokemon does the whole fantasy mixed w reality better. give two trainers the exact same pokemon and by the time that pokemon reaches lvl 50, its gonna have a different moveset, different fight style, etc bc it was shaped by the world and people around it. i like harry potter but tbh it could have been so much better

for the least favourite au, it’s A/B/O i dont like the whole “omegas are only good for breeding hurr durr” and “alphas are violent and aggressive and cant control themselves around omegas” thing and it squicks me out. major squick. i read the original harry potter squick (THAT one. yeah. you know the one) and i still hate a/b/o more. i get why people like it, and there are one or two fics set in a/b/o au that i enjoy reading, but as a whole, i severely dislike a/b/o fics.

the themes are squick, the character dynamics get so messed up, and shipping dynamics (bc a/b/o fics usually have shipping) just get so blown out of proportion. there are so many a/b/o fics that turn ooc or the character interpretations radically change or something else. no hate against a/b/o fans bc yall are amazing for writing/drawing yalls au. there are things that you can only do in this setting and exploring those things can be incredibly fun for people, but for me personally, its not an au i like to visit.

💻- three works of yours that are must reads =

i. dont know what fandom youre in anon or your genre preferences. so ill just rec you one fic for a different fandom each with kind of different genres. ts masterlist is on my side @hufflepuff-deceit and regular fanfic masterlist is on my writing blog @crownonymous 

(BNHA) Viper. its my first serious attempt at fanfic in YEARS and its my baby. currently has 7 chapters, i havent updated it in a while bc im hyperfocused on ts rn, but i love it to bits. its just all of my fav bnha fics crammed into one fic. quirkless kind of villain izuku with stain as a mentor as they work together to bring light to the injustices of hero society and where bakugos bullying has visible and long-lasting repercussions? sign me the fuck up. you can read it on ao3 HERE bc its not on tumblr. kind of fast-paced, has a lot more action scenes than anything else ive written. heavy plot-wise but has a lot of humour and comedy to break things up

(Kimetsu no Yaiba) I Pray To God He Hears You. not related to my other kny fic oleander which is a multichap retelling au. iptghhy is a standalone one-shot and kind of a character study on one giyuu tomioka. i love him so much. giyuu is my baby and i adore him. so of course i wrote a sad fic focusing on him. well technically, the fic focuses on giyuu AND his relationships.  SPOILERS for chapters 130 and 131 of the manga. focuses mostly on giyuu and sabito, but there’s a fair bit of giyuu and tanjiro and urokodaki.  you can read it HERE bc this is also not on tumblr. also deals with heavy things but more emotion-wise since it doesnt have that much of a plot. loss. grief. moving on. survivors guilt. that kind of stuff.  very sad. hurt but with comfort, especially at the end.

(Sanders Sides) Logan’s Birthday Fic: Logicality. just what the title says. i wrote 5 different fics and published them all on logans bday but the logicality one received the most feedback and honestly? the cutest of the bunch. its gonna be crossposted onto ao3 but for now, you can read it HERE on my ts sideblog. theres no plot since its literally just domestic and relationship fluff. and puns. patton is in the fic, theres gonna be puns. nothing but good things and warm feelings bc logan deserves it.

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thank you so much for such interesting asks anon! i enjoyed answering these. have a lovely day!

#crowsas answers #kny #bnha #sanders sides

[icypyre-a]

ANONYMOUS : kiwi emoji x4

FOR EVERY KIWI, I’LL WRITE ABOUT SOME BLOGS I LIKE.

@icantcontrolmymuses - !! I STILL HAVE THE DRAFT IN (Iam so sorry) but I really love reading around their replies from time to time. The amount of detail && work they put into their muses & interactions are so admirable that they’re such a joy to be on the dash! Also honestly if Obsidian & Shoto do deck it out, I wanna watch because hot diggity. All joking aside, Wolfie has great muses and seeing them in action just makes me so giddy.

@specthrum - RAINBOW !! First let me just say I LOVE her Mikumo & Proto!Katsuki so much! HD’s other muses are so well-written as well! Seeing her around just makes me so happy because I dont really see those 2 muses often, and specthrum just rps them with such quality! Would love to see more of not only those 2 but also her other beautiful muses  in the future! Also excuse me did I mention that I really love HD’s headcanons for @unsuccescr? The effort and scrutinization put into them are just so admirable! Kudos!

@offright HELLO okay First as a huge Bleach fan let me tell you I LOVE their blog so much. They give so much love for their muses and are such a joy to see on my dash ooc. Nobody can tell me that their skeptic isn’t amazing I will literally throw down in the ring. Yall can’t tell me NOT to love their Uraraha && Skeptic. Like you legitimately can’t.

@maskedmuses AAAAA HELLO I DUBBED THEIR URARAKA ‘KISSES’ for obvious reasons. I LOVE Snowy’s Ladybug so much like even if I haven’t interacted with her, but the amount of love poured for all the muses is just so amazing! You can really hear the voice in Snowy’s writing and I would love to have more threads with her Uraraka because honestly she’s going to be reason Todoroki’s getting either a cavity or a sweet tooth.

Even though the anon gave out 4 kiwis, I just wanna boop down because honestly Multimuse blogs never fail to amaze me; to be able to have inspiration to write several muses of different kinds of personalities is just mesmerizing to him. I could hardly keep up with Shoto! Let alone 5 other people! Keep up the amazing work! Some more multimuses that I wanna mention since I just followed em but they already light up my dash:

          @acternus literally a blessing on my dash. Such a sweetheart OOC && have you SEEN Nic’s Toshinori????? You can’t tell me that Nic doesn’t bring out the best in all of his muses ‘cause you’re lying if you tell me that. Good shit, good shit, Quality shit mmm!

          @ragemuses HI OKAY SO PLEASE ADOPT TODOROKI, BAYONETTA. Did I mention that I Vivi is really cute? ALSO Ooc, Eli is like the sweetest so yes I love so much.

         @insoucicnce & Their RANGIKU + ITACHI? HELLO? Good shit. I’m sorry but insoucicnce’s Rangiku is just so well-written && her dialogue is so well-done that mmm

         @strcngered Hi I’m sorry but I already love Sam’s Ishida and you can’t stop me.

         @pclxrity You can’t tell me that pclxrity’s depiction of Todoroki isn’t amazing. – because it is. && they seem like a cool person OOC!  A blessing on the indeed!

        @leftoverquirks​ I only read snipbits of their writing since I see them a lot on my dash (which is a blessing btw), but I have to say, I like what I’m reading!

        @museaddled They’re not here often, but can I just say that I love their Natsuo so much? AAA I would love to interact with their Iida one day! Keep up the stellar work :D

These are just that I can name on the top of my head, but rest assured, just because I don’t tag you doesn’t mean I don’t think you have an amazing blog! Every one of my mutuals is special to me && like I said, Multimuse blogs have so much respect from me! Kudos! 

#woo here's some blogs i really like #[ HEY LOOK IT'S THE AUTHOR : matryo ] #anonymous #[ MISSION BRIEFINGS : asks ] #praise tw #long post tw #[ TODOROQUEUE ]

[fyrapartnersearch]

a bit about me: 22F; CST timezone; email mostly, gdoc friendly; multi-para, 3rd person writing style; and loves OOC! I love to talk about characters and plots and everything else (memes are great). I’ve made a lot of great friends though roleplaying and would love to make more!

PSA: I can’t write m/m – I fail at it, but as a bi gal m/f and f/f I can do. 99% of my fandom pairings will be m/f. Also not skilled at omegaverse roleplays so that’s not an option atm, sorry!

my thoughts on:  Replies: Currently averaging 1-3 replies a week, 300-500+ words. Sometimes over 1000 when the scene calls for it  Effort: Equal effort please! I love knowing what you have in mind for your side at least, but winging it is fine too. I’m 100% happy to contribute to your plot to so let me know if you want to brainstorm or get stuck! I will do the same.  Character Division: I’m usually pretty gung-ho about juggling characters but I don’t have the skills to play them all, so let’s try to divvy them up a bit!  Age: looking for someone 18+!! I enjoy mature themes. Similarly, I’d like all characters engaged in romantic plots to be of age as well, so even in canon-verse aged up characters are my jam.  Universes: I am mostly looking for fandom OC X CANON roleplays at this time, which will be mentioned below. Usually willing to split roleplays between fandoms for your cravings too!  Genres: I like romance, angst, action, adventure, drama, and slice of life (so long as those other elements are included, straight sol gets boring real fast). Open to others of course! Dark themes are a guilty pleasure, but when done tastefully.  Characterization: In-character characters unless asked otherwise! Love interests are love interests for a reason haha  Misc: DOUBLING IS A MUST FOR FANDOM ROLEPLAYS. I am okay with stacked single-emails, or two separate threads, or whatever! Just must double!!

absolute nos:  Dropping my side completely??? Pls don’t do that unless we talk about it first yall omg///  Bestiality, water sports, bathroom play, incest, P (without) P, pedophilia, vore, torture porn, snuff  Cheat-free zone. Sorry, I can’t do infidelity stuff  Ditch-friendly but would prefer ya didn’t, ya know? Hiatus -friendly tho! Life happens, I get it  Terrible sues. Flaws. Balance. Strength is awesome, but OP is not.

absolute yes!!  Feel free to hit me up to chat! About the roleplay, your life, whatever. IM and emails are totes cool. 6:  I’m always down to write triangles or more! I don’t always ask for them myself depending on the universe/fandom, but I do enjoy writing them!  Let me know if you have specific desires for your love interest/side! I am here to indulge you, if you grant me the same!  I have never done crossovers, but might be interested in trying my hand if that’s something you want. Just talk to me about it!  Please!! Let me!! Know!! Your!! Smut!! Pref!! My smut key is below: Green: fluffy, flowery language; no explicit mention of parts Yellow: euphemisms for parts and actions, moderate description Red: explicit words and description

just fyi: I’m fine with green or above but tend to default yellow if you don’t tell me otherwise. I’m also super okay with red, just want to be considerate of your level of comfort. :)

Cool beans, onto the really good stuff

cravings:  Death Note (Matt Jeevas);  note: I am admittedly getting a little burned out on the canon timeline plot-for-plot, esp if L or Light are the main love interest. I would greatly appreciate an alternate timeline or something to spice it up if that’s what you want to do! / A Beyond Birthday-esque AU plot would be amazing!! Dark, creepy, kidnapping, murder goodness  Wammy Academy  Wammy’s House  Arranged Marriage

 Bleach (Jushiro Ukitake, several other secondary)  Canon verse, canon timeline – alt plot  Canon verse, alt timeline***  arranged marriage plot involved for moi!  Modern AU**

 Naruto: Shippuden (Kiba, several secondary)  Canon verse, alt timeline**  Modern AU  Konoha Academy*****  Marriage (arranged or not)*  Summercamp AU!!****

 Boku no/My Hero Academia (Shouto)  Canon verse, alt timeline**  Alternate Universe

other fandoms I can play for you (for split roleplays)*:  Attack on Titan  Inuyasha  GANGSTA!  Hunter x Hunter  Tokyo Ghoul  Ouran High School Host Club  Full Metal Alchemist  Sailor Moon  Seven Deadly Sins  Black Butler  Superhero/MCU  etc, feel free to ask!

*note: these fandoms I haven’t played before/in a while but am familiar with- So AUs would probably be best in these cases, but totally not required! I am always okay with taking suggestions to brush up/watch other things you might be interested in doing, just let me know. Also feel free to ask about things not on this list!! I will split for these – I write a fandom of choice for you if you write one for me!

contact me: Thanks for reading so far! If you think you might be interested in roleplaying with me, please drop me a line at: [email protected] . I would love to hear from you! Please include the following items in your email!:  Your name/nickname/penname (whatever you want me to call you)  Your age/age range (18+, 21+ is fine)  What you’re interested in playing & love interest  Your deal breakers! Things you are absolutely inflexible on so we know if we’ll be compatible.  *cough* your smut color *cough*  If your feeling generous, your fav song or show or movie! I love finding some new tunes. 😊  Whatever else you’d like to include, it’s your world man I hope to hear from you lovely bugs soon!

#multiple paragraph #para #short term #long term #email #submission

[octobersmog]

Late Night Help

Summary: Reader’s up in the early hours of the morning trying to finish a paper, and Sombra takes it upon herself to intervene.

Word Count: 640

Pairing: Sombra X Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: wowie okay it’s been a while and this is definitely sloppy + ooc but i wanted to give yall some content. (also pls forgive i know absolute nothing about uni and i don’t if this is accurate at all skdskjd)

You checked the clock, inwardly cringing at the ungodly hour as you slowly turned back to your laptop, typing rapidly before eventually backspacing all you'd just written.

Uni was a bitch, you knew that much, but what you didn't know was how you were going to miraculously finish this paper by your next lecture. Initially, you hadn't been all that stressed when you'd been assigned it, but the days had somehow flown by, and now here you were, in the early hours of the morning, crouched over your laptop, typing endlessly.

You'd begun to despise the typing. The small taps were slowly eating away at you as you desperately tried to formulate even a simple sentence. Everything sounded wrong, no matter how many ways you worded it, and you truly didn't think you'd even be able to finish the first draft, let alone the whole thing.

The door creaked open, revealing Sombra, who despite the late hour was still bright-eyed and bushy tailed, though that was hardly surprising. "Hey, roomie."

"Hey," you replied, barely paying her a second glance as the hacker swaggered into the room and peered over your shoulder, eyes flickering over the screen.  

"Watcha doin'?"

"More uni stuff," you sighed.

"Shouldn't you take a break? You do know it's like three in the morning, right?"

You sighed again, rubbing your hands over your eyes. "I know, Sombra, and I really have to get this done for my class tomorrow."

"It is tomorrow." She crossed her arms, eyeing you as if to say I told you so.

"What? No, it's not-" you trailed off, dragging your hand down your face in defeat as you realised that it was tomorrow. "Look, I just really have to get this done, alright?"

"Hmm." There was an audible 'flump' as she flopped dramatically down onto your bed. A few minutes of silence passed, the tapping of the keys the only sound in the room. That was, until the sound of rustling reached your ears. You swivelled your chair towards the bed, glaring, as Sombra continued to wrestle with a packet of snacks she'd somehow smuggled into the room. After several more attempts, the packet finally opened, and she grinned sheepishly at you. "Oops."

You turned back to your work, and no sooner had you set your hands on the keyboard than Sombra's loud crunching filled the room. You threw your hands up, accepting defeat. "Fine! Fine. I'll take a break."

Sombra grinned wolfishly, clearly happy that her little plan had worked and patted the space on the bed next to her. You half-collapsed onto the bed next to her, eyes already half-closed. "Half an hour," you mumbled. "Half and hour and that's it."

"Sure, sure." Your eyes finally drooped closed, and you barely registered as Sombra hopped off the bed, pulling the blankets over you, a soft click sounding as she turned the light off. As sleep finally engulfed you, you could have sworn you heard her chuckle before she exited the room, your laptop tucked under her arm.

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You woke up the next morning to find a post-it note stuck to your laptop.

"You can thank me later :)"

Not daring to believe it, you booted up the laptop, finding your paper fully written, several pages full. A grin broke out on your face, which faded as you caught sight of the clock. You hastily closed the laptop and rushed out of the room, pulling on your shoes and snatching up your bag as you went. You paused for a moment outside Sombra's door, debating whether you had enough time to thank her properly, but decided against it when you heard the hacker's snores drifting out from beneath the door.

You rushed out the door, making a mental note to bring back a little something special for the hacker.

#overwatch x reader #overwatch imagine #ow x reader #ow imagine #sombra x reader #sombra imagine