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heartpiratedrabbles · 4 months

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Burning Desires

Prompt: Sabo is pent up and dealing with new powers after coming back from another long mission.

Sabo X Fem Reader

It had been about 3 months since the last time you saw your boyfriend. He had left on a ‘secret’ mission claiming he couldn’t inform you of anything only for Dragon to reveal to you that he was sent to Dressrosa to investigate weapon smuggling. Sabo often forgot or chose to ignore the fact that you were also a part of the revolutionary army and would rather you stay away from dangerous situations.

Despite all that, you, yourself had just gotten back from your own mission from investigating an island providing slaves to the celestial dragons. You had went undercover with a few other people, going as far as being sold yourself, but at the end of the day you destroyed the underground auction and were now exhausted.

There was an understanding when you or Sabo went undercover that neither people would contact the other until the coast was completely clear, and you were hoping that when you got back, that you’d be able to contact him. But when you arrived there wasn’t any update on when he’d be back.

So, imagine your surprise when you hear that Luffy miraculously in the same kingdom that as Sabo. The brother he had forgotten about and remembered only when his other one was executed. You read the article on how Doflamingo was defeated and the new bounty on his brother’s head. There is no way Sabo would have heard of Luffy’s whereabouts and not taken the opportunity to see his brother again.

This most likely meant more paperwork for everyone down the line and more work, but nonetheless you smiled at the thought of your boyfriend finally healing his wounded heart a bit. Sighing, you put the newspapers down, wondering when he’d take the time to contact again.

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You got an update from Dragon that Sabo had eaten a devil fruit. You didn’t ask many questions, when prompted about it in the past Sabo said he’d be interested if the power felt right. You wondered what the power itself was but thought the surprise of when he comes back would be better. You had read at points that some devil fruits changed the person a bit, them having to get use to the new powers and how their own bodies worked, it’d made sense.

You’re more concerned on how Sabo would have to be more careful around water, he was often the one to jump in after others without a second thought. Koala was with him right now so he shouldn’t be too reckless, but the thought still made your heart skip a beat at the implications.

As you sit at your desk finalizing a report you can hear a small commotion in the hall. Someone probably playing another prank, you think as you look back down at your paper. As you sign your name you jump at the sound of your door being slammed open, enough so that it starts to swing back. Startled you look up to see your boyfriend, with small flames littering his body.

“Sabo?!” You stand up rushing to him to try and put him out, “What happened to you?” As you pat his shoulders quickly the flames seem to only get bigger, their heat slowly growing as well. You realize Sabo isn’t talking you, making you all the more concerned.

As quickly as you had stood up to help him, He pushed you back, kicking the door shut as he saunters to you. “Sabo? What’s wrong?” You look up to see the flames flicker more, “Is. Is that your devil fruit Sabo? Why didn’t you say anything?” You look up at Sabo, his eyes dark and staring at you, as though trying to decide to what to do. You cautiously and slowly wrap your arms around his neck, “Babe? Can you please talk to me?” You inch closer staring up at him with concerned eyes.

“Hot,” Is all he says as he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you. You deepen the kiss, pulling his closer as you reach one hand up to grab his hat, gently place it to the side before returning your hand to his hair.

He pulls away while gasping for air, “Is that all you have to say to me?” You giggle, “Of course your hot Bo, you’re practically dressed for winter…” You trail your sentence off before slowly pushing his jacket off his shoulders. You see a small spark in his eyes before steals your lips again.

“Missed you. So much,” He mutters in between kisses. You feel a slight heat trickling down your back before it expands. You gasp a bit, trying to arch your back away from the sudden feeling, “Don’t worry” Sabo whispers as you feel him rip your shirt off and toss it to the ground. You glance at the floor seeing your singed shirt, your face getting red.

You tug at Sabo’s shirt and he quickly discards it. Coming back to you he nips at your collarbone, hard enough until he hears you moan. “God, Y/N, I need you,” Sabo groans as he grips your hips tightly. You can feel light flames brush against you as a hand wanders to your breast, squeezing it tightly.

You tug at his hair as he sucks at your neck, “Sabo, please.” You buck your hips towards him and feel him groan into your skin. Just as you reach down to unclip your bra, your office door swings open again.

“Sabo, don’t think you can get out of your work by-“ Koala stops in the doorway looking at the scene in front of her. You make eye contact with her as you quickly wrap your arms around yourself, lightly pushing Sabo away in the process.

Koala seems to be frozen in place as you cower in embarrassment. You see flames sprout from your boyfriend before simmering down with a sigh, picking up his jacket and covering you with it. “I’m sorry babe,” He says leaning down for a gentle, longing kiss. He pulls away, “I promise tonight will be fun.” He winks at you as he smiles and turns away, grabbing his hat.

“Sabo, you forgot your shirt,” Koala says while trying to avoid eye contact with both you and Sabo, stepping aside.

“To hot anyway,” He mutters as he places his hat on his head walking out.

#One Piece #One Piece X Reader #Sabo #Sabo X Reader

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mirage-aera · 3 months

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•°. *࿐ SIMON!

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Loud - The Home Team

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader

Synopsis: Few of the many times Simon had to come to your rescue.

Word count: 861

Masterlist

“SIMON!!” You scream out in fear. Simon comes running out of his office with a combat knife held up. His heart sank when he heard you scream. All that was running through his mind was that either you got hurt, or that there was an intruder. He slides as he runs towards the living room. He scans the room for any visible threat. When he sees nothing that could hurt you he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and sighs.“Lovie? What’s wrong?” He asks with concern lacing his voice as he stares at your figure standing on the couch. You point shakily at the floor. He squints his eyes to see what you’re pointing at it. It’s a small cockroach. “Kill it, please.” You plead with him. He can feel amusement creep up and shakes his head. He grabs a shoe and smashes it. He grabs a tissue. “Bloody hell, I thought you got hurt.” He says as he cleans up the cockroach with the tissue and throws it into the trash. You look at him with a serious expression. “I could’ve been.” He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Don’t be ridiculous it’s only a cockroach, a small one at that.” You scramble off the couch and walk up to him. “It’s the spawn of the devil.” You defend yourself. He lets out a laugh and pulls you closer. “Mhmm, sure lovie. I’ll kill all of the cockroaches for you. Your pretty little face doesn’t have to worry about them anymore.” He says and rolls his eyes. You grin happily up at him and kiss his cheek. Your cockroach problem is solved.

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Simon is lounging on the couch, reading a book. He’s enjoying his peace and quiet. You’re cleaning up the bedroom. Changing the sheets, and dusting off the closets, nightstands, and dressers. He has offered to help you but you have politely declined, saying he should enjoy his time relaxing. He went along with it, thinking you’d be fine cleaning up on your own after convincing him. A terrified scream interrupts his peace and quiet. “SIMON!” He slams his book shut, gripping it tightly, and runs up the stairs to your shared bedroom. He holds up the book, ready to use it as a weapon for whatever is threatening you. He barges into the bedroom and looks around. Yet again, there’s nothing there that could harm you. He notices that you’re standing in one corner of the room, staring at the other side with a terrified stare. He sighs, “is it another cockroach?” He asks exasperated. You shake your head frantically. You point at a small black speck on the wall shakily. “It’s a spider!” You squeak out. He walks closer to the speck and it’s indeed a spider. He groans and slams the book on the small spider. He wipes off its remains on the wall and book with a tissue and throws it in the bin. He looks at you and smiles. “It’s gone now, it won’t hurt you.” You shuffle closer to him. He wraps his arms around you. “You need me to stay here while you clean?” He asks with amusement lacing his voice. You nod, “that would be nice.” You say softly. He chuckles, his chest vibrating with laughter. He watches you as you clean. He can’t help but stare at you with fondness while you clean.

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You’re both peacefully watching a movie on the television. You’re cuddled up to Simon while he runs his hand over your arm repeatedly in a soothing manner. He’s so invested in the movie that he fails to notice the huge moth flying by your faces. But you have. Once you see its humongous self whizzing by, you tense up. As long as it doesn’t get too close you’ll be fine. Simon notices that you are tensed up and looks at you. “What’s wrong, lovie?” He mumbles. You’re about to tell him a moth is flying around but you get interrupted by your own scream and cling onto Simon like a koala bear. He flinches at your scream and looks at you with wide eyes. He holds you close to him and looks around with confusion. He spots the moth resting on the lampshade next to him and sighs. “Seriously, again?” He asks. You nod, “just kill it!” He looks at you like you’re crazy. He smirks. “It’s huge, we should keep it as a pet.” He comments. You glare at him and slap his arm lightly. “Kill it.” You demand. He chuckles and grabs a tissue from the tissue box on the coffee table. “Fine, only because I love you.” He quips. He brings the tissue closer and pinches the moth. Effectively crushing it. He stands up and throws it out and returns to you. He wraps his arm around you again and you continue watching the movie again in peace. This isn’t the first time he had to kill an insect for you, he also knows it won’t be the last. But he doesn’t care. As long are you’re happy he’s willing to kill every insect that even looks in your direction.

#cod #cod x reader #cod mwii #cod mw2 #call of duty #ghost #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #simon riley x reader #drabble #call of duty x reader

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sixosix · 2 years

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haikyuu: tactical forceful cuddling

gn!reader, volleyball players having a hard time sleeping, fluff

ft. tsukishima, kenma, hinata, kuroo

tsukishima, although he wouldn’t admit it aloud, wasn’t as annoyed by this as he’d like to admit. he watched you slide the door open, trying your hardest to keep it quiet, but it still startled him out of his deep thinking. he tried for a glare, ready to spit out some half-baked insult, but softens at your apologetic glance. he was about to ask what you want from him, but then you started walking towards him.

“what are you doing?” he asked, tone pitched slightly with panic.

“helping you sleep,” you said, though it wasn’t an explanation that tsukishima wanted. still, he let you hop on the free space on his bed, and he let you snuggle up to his side. he didn’t say anything -- he didn’t need to -- because the content sigh that left his lips when your arms wrapped around his was answer enough. he slept wonderfully that night, not that you needed to know.

kenma was peeved, and he wasn’t afraid to show it. the moment you entered his room, he sat up, shoulders hitched to his ears, staring at you with suspicious eyes. he was like a cat, you mused in your head, which makes sense. and, like with cats, you approached him slowly, hands raised in surrender to prove that yes your hands are empty; no you aren’t holding a weapon -- why would you even ask that, kenma??

he relaxed in surrender, rubbing his eyes. he looked sickly tired, his phone beside him, still flashed open. “did you need something?” he asked quietly.

“cuddles,” is all you told him. he perked up slightly, forgetting to mask his curiosity with annoyance. wordlessly, he lifted his blanket up, letting you crawl inside and curl next to him, your head popping out of the blanket. “sleep?” you asked, and if kenma nuzzles his face on your shoulder, that’s no one’s business. his phone was untouched for the rest of the night.

hinata was just restless. you were already asleep next to him, so he couldn’t blame you for being annoyed when he woke you up because he couldn’t stop fidgeting. he said sorry, and you went back to sleep, but he woke you up again when his knee on your torso. it didn’t hurt, you assured him, but he clearly had a lot on his mind so he shouldn’t feel bad.

you hummed. “lift your arm up,” you instructed, smiling when he did so without question. he made a noise in his throat when you bury your face on his chest, a blush spreading all over his face to his neck. “let’s sleep, m’kay?”

“m’kay,” he squeaked out, and didn’t even realize that he stopped fidgeting, zeroed in on the way your breathing matches his. he relaxed, then breathed out a calmer, “m’kay, thank you.”

kuroo was more concerned than anything. when the door swung open to reveal your blanket-clad, his heart leaped to his throat, eyes wide. he asked you if something was wrong, unable to stop himself from smiling softly when you look up from your lashes to grin sheepishly.

“i thought you were awake,” you confessed. kuroo wanted to kiss the life out of you. “do you want to cuddle?”

“is this a way to get me to wake up early for tomorrow?” kuroo accused, but he welcomed you with open arms when you all but tackled him down. he laughed when you plucked his phone out of his hands and latched around him like a koala -- but you know he liked it when you do that, so he stayed quiet and kissed your forehead. he slept with a genuine smile on his face.

#606:HQ #606:KRSN #606:NKM #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #tsukishima kei headcanons #tsukishima kei x reader #hinata shouyou x reader #hinata shouyou headcanons #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou headcanons #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader

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wanderingoracle · 5 months

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“ in the end “

characters: dick grayson & jason todd

warnings: canon typical violence, swearing, open ending (i swear one of these days there will be a complete ending. but that day is not today.)

word count: 706

authors note: this took way too long to write omg, hope y’all enjoy!! also i have not made hot chocolate in ages so yeah that entire process is probably wrong-

Dick pulled himself up the fire escape with a low groan. He had been unlucky enough to be the only one there while Killer Croc had escaped Arkham. At least initially.

Backup had quickly arrived in the form of Orphan and Red Hood. The others had been trying to calm Ivy down from where she was rampaging downtown. Dick was faintly aware that Tim had gotten a face full of cuddle pollen during the fight, if only because Steph had sent him a picture of Tim wrapped around Bruce like a koala.

He slid his window open with a wince. It turns out that getting tossed onto a dinner’s roof and not sticking the landing wasn’t good for one’s muscles. Who would’ve thought?

Dick ignored the pain lacing his arm, at least for a moment. Orphan had carefully looked him over after the fight, and she had determined that he most likely had pulled a muscle. No broken bones or sprains.

Jason had stuck around for a moment, long enough to let Cassandra see him uninjured, before he left. Most likely heading towards one of his many safe houses in the area.

Apparently not.

Dick froze, halfway through the window. Jason’s helmet glared back at him, the red paint still surprisingly reflective even in the low light.

He finished pulling himself through the window, lest his neighbors saw something. Looking at the helmet that sat on his coffee table warily.

It wasn’t like Dick wasn’t happy to see Jason. But after a large fight like that everyone usually went their separate ways for at least a couple hours. And as much as he loved his family it was necessary in order to recharge properly.

“Jason?” He called out into the stillness of the apartment. There was no immediate answer.

Tensing, he drew his escrima sticks from their place at his back. He moved slowly through the apartment, knowing where to avoid for a silent approach.

He saw movement out of the corner of his eye. He spun, one of his escrima sticks already being thrown at the target. Hoping to catch them off balance.

He heard a shout of surprise and paused. Something about that voice was awfully familiar.

“What the fuck Dickhead?!” There it was. Dick sighed, walking over to retrieve his weapon off of the floor.

“No it’s Santa Clause.” Dick deadpans, “Yes it’s me.”

He flops onto the couch with a groan, the movement jostling his sore arms. And legs. His whole body really was unnecessarily sore.

Jason scoffs. He’s still hovering in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room. Dick gestures widely towards the couches, “You come here for a reason or just to get your ass kicked?”

“Like you could do that. You’re moving worse than Alfred in the winter.” Jason retorts as he goes to sit.

He grumbles something under his breath as he walks past the other man and into the kitchen. Dick can hear the floorboards cream as Jason rises and follows.

Dick hums, starting the process for hot chocolate. Without asking he knows to make enough for two.

“So. What’s up?” He says bluntly, leaning against the counter while he waits for the ingredients to come to a boil. “Usually after a big fight like that you’d be holed up in a safe house somewhere and we wouldn’t see you for three weeks.” He observes.

Dick doesn’t want to scare him off, Jason came to him for a reason. But he can’t be too “mushy” as, Jason had so kindly said before, that was a sure-fire way to have Jason go back to avoiding him after a fight.

“Yeah.” Jason agrees absently as he stirs the pot. “Something popped up. Shouldn’t be alone cause of the Pit and all that stuff.”

He bites his lip, a nervous habit he had never quite grown out of.

“Don’t wanna accidentally hurt someone. It’s bad.” He admits.

Dick nods solemnly. He knew that Jason had a good handle on the Pit now, but he also knew that progress wasn’t linear and he was bound to have setbacks.

“Ok. How about we finish this hot chocolate, then we watch a movie? Anything you want?” He offers, taking a step closer to the stove. Testing how well Jason is with people in his space right now.

Jason shifts when he gets closer, but he doesn’t move away.

“Yeah. That would be nice.” Jason agrees, meeting his eyes. “Thanks Big Bird.”

Dick nods, turning the stove off and preparing the mugs.

“Anytime Little Wing. Anytime.”

#jason todd oneshot #dick grayson oneshot #dick grayson #jason todd #lazarus pit mention #oracle’s writing

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monstermaster13 · 1 year

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TftW: Grocer Than Ever.

Grocer (Grosse Pointe Blank) TF/Possession elements.

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Some villains just refuse to stay down and like with horror movie sequels the villain always comes back for one more chance to kill…but more than that given the reputation of some sequels and sometimes in order to do that they need to take control of the hero or someone close to them. Melanie Sanders had been making sure that her foes stayed deceased, even if they were likely to come back as members of the undead, she was giving a tour of the enemy graveyard when someone asked her a question. 'Miss Mel, Miss Mel.' 'Yes?' 'What about that part of the graveyard?' 'Oh no, no you don't go in there, you don't wanna go down that path.' 'Why?' She turned around for a few seconds before doing an impersonation of Jud Crandall from Pet Sematary. 'Because that there path is the path of the damned, where dead enemies come back to life for revenge, if you don't want to bring them back to life, you don't go down there and sometimes dead is better.' 'I see.'

"Follow me, and be careful."

"Yes, Miss Mel."

As the tour carried on, she kept a close eye on the guests…making sure nothing went wrong, but just as she was about to inspect one of the graves…one of the embalming fluid tubes suddenly got filled with a dark liquid which caused one of the graves to open with a loud creaking sound as one of the bodies rose out from it, that body was the body of Grocer from Grosse Pointe Blank, Grocer had come back as one of the undead and he sported a Return Of The Living Dead style zombie look. 'I'm baaaaaaaaaaaack! Time to plot my revenge against Martin for killing me. But how? This body of mine could be a problem, I might need a new tactic.' And that's when he thought of a new plan, he saw several people wandering by and decided to use this to his advantage, eerily singing 'She'll Be Coming Around The Mountain, he took on a transparent form before possessing numerous different people before getting over to where Mel was, before using his powers to possess Mel's best friend Eucalyptus. Mel was over at the memorial area and was about to give a speech.

'So many villains die here and each of them has a place here.' 'I bet you'd like to join them….' Eukie eerily sneered, her voice sounding like a mix of hers and Grocer's as she leaned forward in an attempt to slash her throat with a razor blade. 'Eukie! What have I told you about going Crazy Aykroyd mode?' the green-haired possessed koala-girl snapped out of it briefly. 'I know, i'm sorry. But I don't think it's me this time.' 'What do you mean?' 'Well…I feel like something has taken over me.' 'You mean as in possession?' 'Yes…come on Mel, help me.' Mel hurried over to help her friend but Eukie kept being taken over by Grocer, making her go into a psychotic state of wanting to chase down her bestie and stalk her.

"Whoever you are, get out of my best friend."

"Aaaaw come on, you wouldn't want me to stop playing with Eukie now would you? Of course you wouldn't, she is fun and now i'm going to have fun taking care of YOU!"

"That voice…I know you."

"Yes, does my voice ring a bell to you?"

Hearing the voice that was coming from her bestie's mouth, she recognized it as sounding Aykroydian and also a bit demented and psychotic, also slightly deeper in tone. Grocer's spirit left Eukie's body, returning Eukie to normal breifly before addressing Mel. 'Grocer! No, that isn't possible. You were killed. I saw it, I saw you get hit on the head with a television, you were electrocuted.' 'True, but a little something happened back at the graveyard. Some dark forces ressurected me and now I am back.' Grocer chuckled to himself, smirking at her. 'Eeeew…and you look even worse than you did last time.' 'It's great isn't it? I'm undead. And nobody can stop me now i'm undead and all.' 'We'll see about that.' The brown-haired koala-girl pulled out a chainsaw and charged towards him. 'I like it when you wield a dangerous weapon like that. We don't have to fight, you know.'

"You're making me consider slicing your head off."

'What good would that do? I'm not a zombie…granted I am undead but i'm not going to kill someone and eat their brain-hole.' 'You're still undead and i'm still going to slay you.' 'You wouldn't slay me would you?' 'You better believe I would.' 'I'm not after you, i'm after Martin. You're the key to helping me get revenge.' 'How exactly am I the key to this sick plan of yours?' 'It's simple. I need to recover my usual body/form and to do that I will need your body.' 'Eeeeew! I will not allow you to do this.' Before she could have any say in the matter, he took on his transparent form from before…charging right into her mouth and down her throat, she coughed several times and she felt like gagging, as her stomach gurgled in an unsettling manner. This was due to her stomach swelling and packing on a few pounds, her fur was also slowly transitioning into skin with the exception of a few remaining hairs which darkened and spread on her chest and arms. Her black button up shirt slowly tightening a little as her breasts retracted into her chest, which broadened and grew, making her look a bit hefty.

"What are you doing to me?"

"I'm making you into me…don't you worry, you will like it."

"Get out of me you creep."

She looked at her body and felt herself, Grocer's voice and manical laugh echoed in her mind, she attempted to resist…she didn't want to listen to him. 'Don't fight it, Mel. This was supposed to happen.' 'No it's not. I don't wanna be you.' 'You have no choice I am afraid.' She writhed as her arms broadened, her hands swelled as a pair of gloves resembling his materialized around her wrists and on her hands, she tried to resist and attempted to ignore his words but her aura was darkening, which was naturally a sign of her alignment change. In addition to this her legs broadened to go with her arms while her rear plumped up, she prided herself on her superheroic physique and now she was losing it, and that horrified her. Panicking she decided to get out her Smartphone and give it a ring. 'Hello Lithius, it's me Mel. I've got into a spot of trouble and I was wondering if you could….HEEEEEELP! Grocer from Grosse Pointe Blank has entered my body and now i'm turning into him and I need help…please come over!'

"Your boyfriend can't help ya now."

"Oh yes he can…I just know it."

Her privates altered into the male variant while her feet enlarged, her clothing slowly changing themselves into a perfect replica of Grocer's outfit, specifically the outfit he was wearing when he was killed off, she panicked as her back broadened and as did her shoulders and she slowly shot up in height to 6'1 as her tail retracted…she let out a piercing series of screams as Grocer's voice echoed in her mind, as if he was mocking her. Eukie wanted to help Mel but she was at a loss for words. 'Ugh…why does this have to be so painful? Someone please help me.' Tears ran down the koala-girl's face as her ears shrank down in size, her hair slowly shortened itself and spiked up, she sobbed as her brow altered and her eyebrows thickened, her eyes widening as one turned green while the other remained brown, she screamed as her nose broadened, a cleft materializing in the middle of it as her features plumed up. More horrified screams emitted from her mouth as her features slowly warpd themselves into the likeness of Grocer's own features, becoming less like her own. She was struggling internally since her aura was darkening, as Grocer's influence began clouding her thoughts…she was questioning whose side she was supposed to be on…..'Death, violence, destruction, revenge..bing bang bang boom popcorn. Wait a minute what am I saying? I'm not evil. I'm a hero, i'm a superhero.'

"Really? I think you're a perfectly good villain to me."

"You won't get away with this…my boyfriend and I will stop you."

"Don't you worry about Lithius, I have plans for him."

She attempted to resist several more times, attempting to keep the dark thoughts out of her mind but she was struggling, as the killer mindset was starting to influence her….she attempted to resist but in her mind she was conflicted, she was torn between wanting to help people and wanting to go after Martin Blank and cause destruction, destruction was sounding really good to her right now, as her voice deepened and contorted, warping into a perfect copy of his voice….she let out another scream as she grasped her head, screaming as her thoughts warped, all of my memories faded as she not only remembered being male but also a killer a killer named Grocer to be exact, a wicked smile crept across her face as Grocer's mind and personality overtook her own, dark thoughts influencing him fully as he laughed manically, Grocer was back…and more psycho than ever. 'I'm baaaaaaack! I can't wait until Blank sees me. He'll be in for a shock.' 'Nooooooo! I want my friend back.' 'Big problem, your friend is now also me…so if you want her back, you'll have to fight me.'

"If getting Mel back means i'll have to fight you…"

"Yes, you must if you want Mel back."

"No, I can't…I love her too much as a friend, if I hurt you it would mean hurting my friend."

Eucalytpus put down her weapon…'Too much of a softie? Very well, I accept your decision. But be warned…I shall return.' 'I'll be ready for you in that case.' The ressurected Grocer used his dark powers to create a shadow forcefield around himself before turning into smoke and disappearing, leaving Eukie to figure out how to go about this without her friend, luckily she had plenty of others to assist her with this and called up on Oats the Ponyta and the rest of the team to further aid her in her mission to get her bestie back, she was determined and wasn't going to lose.

"I will do whatever it takes, are guys with me?"

"Yes…Eukie."

In the meantime however, Grocer stalked the streets, searching for his nemesis, for he had revenge on the mind and wasn't planning on stopping. Now he had the dark powers of the undead at his disposal he was even more deranged than ever and he loved it. He unleashed all sorts of havoc from the shadows, striking all those who got in his way. It just goes to show you, sometimes villains just don't stay dead, sometimes they come back, oh yes…they come back.

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goingmorry · 3 years

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[One Piece Headcanons] OP Boys -> when you ask them to kill an insect

Characters: Zoro, Sanji, Law, Kid, Ace, Sabo, Luffy, Killer, Shanks, Mihawk

Tags: beware of bugs, this is a joke post

Author's Note: Asked my husband to kill a spider the other day, so thought of this. 😭

RORONOA ZORO

Tries to convince you to kill the bug yourself.

When he realizes that he can't get through your stubbornness, he relents and asks you to show him the location of the disgusting creature.

Ends up annihilating the wrong insect. Wait! There's more?

Gets way too into it and goes on a bug killing spree.

Weapon of choice: defaults to swords but has to consciously remind himself to use his fist for fear of causing unnecessary structural damage.

Score: 6/10; drops to 4/10 if he forgets to switch out of using swords.

SANJI

Mr. Prince Charming over here is more than happy to destroy the insects for you.

Goes above and beyond; will do a full sweep of the room to ensure that no other bugs are near the vicinity.

Weapon of choice: haki-infused leg for a fiery effect.

Score: 8/10

TRAFALGAR LAW

Hates bugs with the burning passion of a thousand suns.

Rolls his eyes at your silly request.

He's sassy, but he'll do as you ask.

Decent bug killer; can easily kill them with his devil fruit, but chooses not to use his powers for such "meaningless tasks" — his choice of words, not yours.

Weapon of choice: rolled up previously issued World Economy News Paper.

Score: 7/10

EUSTASS KID

Calls you a wuss for enlisting his help.

Acts like he's doing you a huge favor, but you quickly find out that he's quite terrible at killing bugs; you would have better luck asking Killer for help instead.

Ends up destroying property in his pursuit of the pesky little critters.

Weapon of choice: mechanical arm; no wonder the bugs escape from his clutch.

Score: 3/10

PORTGAS D. ACE

Enthusiastic, loving boyfriend to the rescue.

Though, his enthusiasm doesn't translate so well for his bug-killing abilities.

Treats the entire situation like a game; wants to use creative ways to catch the troublesome pests.

Weapon of choice: homemade bug traps; they're useful 70% of the time.

Score: 7/10

SABO

Expert Bug Exterminator™

Killed plenty of bugs during his time growing up with the Revolutionaries; Koala made him do it.

Could start a side business for pest control if he wanted.

Weapon of choice: maximum strength indoor bug spray; it's effective every time.

Score: 10/10

MONKEY D. LUFFY

Congratulations, you played yourself.

Won't kill bugs even if you beg him to.

Good luck; you're on your own.

To make matters worse, he picks up the bug with his bare hands and chases you around with it.

Weapon of choice (if he could actually kill them): flip flop; the power of la chancla.

Score: -1/10

KILLER

Has built-in ESP or something.

Predicts your intentions before you can request his help and asks, "Where do you need me?"

Say no more; he's on it faster than you can count to thirty.

Weapon of choice: bare fists; there's nothing quite like some good old fashion hand-to-hand combat.

Score: 9/10

SHANKS

Teases you every time you run to him for help.

Playfully bargains with you by saying stuff like, "Sweetheart, I'll take care of this insect problem of yours for the small price of one smooch. It's a bargain."

You reprimand him but kiss him anyway, much to his satisfaction.

Weapon of choice: store-bought insect traps; he's lazy and you can't convince him otherwise.

Score: 8/10

DRACULE MIHAWK

Kills bugs with the precision one can expect from the World's Greatest Swordsman.

True to his namesake and similar to how a hawk zeroes in on its prey, no bug can hope to escape from Mihawk's impeccable vision.

All you have to do is show him where the insect is or where you last saw it, and he'll do the rest.

Weapon of choice: handheld bug zapper; gotta keep it classy, fellas.

Score: 10/10

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natashxromanovf · 2 years

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Seventeen Minutes

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 4252

WARNINGS: typical CM violence and descriptions, mentions of stalking

REQUESTED: {x} by anon, angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

SUMMARY: Spencer is working on a case, where he meets you. It’s supposed to be normal, another case, another victim. But there’s something different about you, something he never felt before. Let’s just say he’ll do anything to get you back when the unsub takes you.

A/N: thank you for requesting! This is my first criminal minds fic, so I hope you all like it <33 let me know if you maybe want a part 2? also, i'm sorry about the case, i couldn't come up with anything better 😭

CREDITS: gif credits to @hotch-girl

Walking into the building, Spencer almost crashes into Derek, his mind so deep in the book he was reading that he hasn’t acknowledged anything in his surroundings for the past five minutes.

“Wow, watch it, pretty boy,” Derek says as he stops Spencer from walking into him, only then catching the genius' attention. He looks up confused, needing a second to register where he is or what’s happening. “Whatcha reading there, kid?”

“Did you know that the fingerprints of a koala are so indistinguishable from humans that they have on occasion been confused at a crime scene?” Spencer states, looking at Derek with those surprised eyes of his.

“You know damn well I don’t know that, Reid,” Morgan replies, looking at him confusingly. Just then JJ walks into the room, a file in her hands. They both look at her, knowing well what’s coming next. “Another one, really? We just came back from the previous one yesterday,”

“What can I say, boys, crime doesn’t rest,” she replies, apologetically looking at them. “Briefing room in two minutes please,” she adds, walking into Hotch’s office.

A couple of minutes later, they’re all sitting in the briefing room, waiting for JJ to start her presentation on what they’re dealing with today.

“We’ve got a serial killer on our hands,” she starts, pictures of the first crime scene appearing in front of them. “There have been four bodies discovered so far. Here’s the latest victim, her name is Jenna Rojas. And here are the other three. We don’t know much about him. His weapon of choice is a knife but judging by the bruises and the cuts, he tortures his victims before killing them. Three out of four have also complained to their friends and family members that the unsub has been following them before the killing. It also went so far that they reported suspicious behaviour to the police but before they could do something, he had already kidnapped them,” she finishes, turning to her team and waiting for them to elaborate.

“Do we know how he chooses his victims? I mean, as far as I can see, there’s no physical connection to them. Their hair colour is different, their eyes don’t match, their physique is different too, even their race is,” Morgan points out, scanning the pictures once more.

“No, we don’t. We also can’t connect them to each other, at least not all of them. The first two victims were schoolmates in High School but it seems like the others don’t even know each other, so we’re treating the first two cases as coincidence. I mean, it’s a pretty small town, I think it’s possible,”

“She’s right,” Garcia jumps in. “There’s no phone records, no emails, nothing,” she mutters, trying to find something, anything on her computer.

“So for now, we believe he’s choosing his victims randomly,” JJ affirms, shutting off the screen.

“All right, the plane wheels off in 30 minutes,” Hotch announces as he stands up, signalling for others that they should do so too.

The three-hour flight passed by fairly quickly, at least to Spencer. Probably because he was worried about the case, lost in his mind half of the time. For some reason, cases where stalking is involved really get to him. He just can’t stop thinking about how unsubs look into their victims' lives, how they violate their privacy. It just feels wrong, everyone should feel safe in their homes and stalkers take away that safety.

“What’s going on in that genius head of yours?” Derek asks once they step out of the car, noticing the way his wheels are turning inside his mind.

“Nothing, just thinking about the case,” he absent-mindedly replies but Morgan knows better than to disturb him further in this state, so he just drops it, thinking that even if he tells him what’s on his mind, he won’t understand a thing that comes out of his mouth.

“Hi, I’m Agent Jareau, we spoke on the phone,” JJ introduces herself, shaking Sherif’s hand. “These are SSA Hotchner, Morgan, Prentiss, Rossi, and Doctor Spencer Reid,” she adds, pointing at everyone.

“Hello,” the man politely greets, turning away and walking back into the station, the BAU team following close behind. “You can set up here,” he points at the room with a whiteboard, a big, round table in the middle of it. “Agent Jareau said you would want to speak with the family of the latest victim as soon as possible so I called and they’re already here. Her best friend came too, I thought she would be able to help, maybe even more than her parents, so I told the victim’s family if it’s possible to contact her,” the sheriff finishes, a smile appearing on JJ’s face.

“Thank you, that was very helpful of you,” she addresses, earning a little proud nod from the policeman.

“Okay, JJ you should go talk to the family, Reid you’re going to talk with the best friend. We’re going to set up in the room and then Morgan, Prentiss and Rossi can go visit the crime scene,” Hotch commands, others nodding in answer, getting to work.

Walking down the hall Spencer slowly approaches the spot where a deputy told him the victim’s friend would be, mentally going through the questions he has to ask, reminding himself to try and not ramble, everything could be too much for you now, especially such a short period after experiencing the trauma that you have.

Snapping out of his head, his eyes lay on your form, recognizing you from the picture. He approaches you, carefully so he doesn’t startle you. “Hi, I’m doctor Spencer Reid, I’m with the FBI,” he introduces himself, catching your attention immediately. “You’re Y/N, right?” he adds, earning a nod from you. “Could you please answer some questions?” he asks and you nod again. “Great,” he smiles, making you smile too even though your eyes are bloodshot from all the crying. “I know this is hard, but I’ll have to ask you to close your eyes and try to remember anything from the night she disappeared.”

You’re glad he didn’t use her name because if he would, you would burst into tears again, making you completely useless in answering any questions. She was your best friend since middle school and now she’s just gone; you won’t ever see her again or hear her laugh or do anything with her and that hurts simply just to think about.

“It was really dark outside,” you start, your voice hoarse. He takes a sharp breath when he hears you speak for the first time, the raw emotion clearly evident in your tone. He doesn’t know what’s happening - usually, cases don’t affect him like this. He just brushes it off with it being a bad day, putting a poker face on yet a one where it can still be seen that he sympathises with you. “We were a little drunk, but not too much. We were just tipsy. You know, sober enough to walk in a straight line and stuff like that. But even that was too much, I don’t really tolerate alcohol well. So as soon as she called the taxi I had to throw up, so I went back into the bar where the restrooms are. But when I came back she was… she was just gone. It took me a little over four minutes to get back cause I ended up not throwing up but I guess that was enough,” you say, your voice breaking at the end.

“We can stop for a second if you’d like,” Spencer offers but you shake your head no with your eyes still closed, wanting to get this thing over with as fast as you can while still being helpful. “Okay, then tell me if you saw anything suspicious before running back in,”

“No, not really. There was this guy though, I think I’ve seen him multiple times over the past two weeks. He was staring at us that night, like creepy staring. He just wouldn’t stop, it’s why we decided to leave early in the first place. I didn’t connect the dots till now but I also saw him sitting close to us in a café once, and when I went grocery shopping with her. It’s like he was everywhere, all the time. Oh my God, was he stalking her?” you suddenly gasp, quickly opening your eyes.

“We believe so, yes,” he almost whispers, knowing exactly what’s going to be the next thing you’re going to do.

“How could I- Why was I not paying more attention- Oh God,” you say before breaking once again, tears uncontrollably running down your cheeks. Spencer didn’t know what to do at first but when a heartbreaking sob came out of your throat he immediately kneeled down beside you, his hand comfortably caressing your back.

“Believe me there’s nothing you could have done. I know it seems like you could at this moment but the truth is you couldn’t. Your friend noticed it herself and she did report it to the police but unfortunately, it was already too late,” he mutters, his hand still running up and down your back.

“She knew?” you ask with a broken voice, earning a slight nod from the doctor. “Oh, poor Jenna. She must have been so scared! Why wouldn’t she tell me? I should have stayed with her until the cab came,” you say, looking at him for some answers, even though you know he doesn’t have them.

“No, no, don’t do that to yourself. Please, it won’t do anything good,” he pleads, knowing what guilt can do to a person. “The event is in the past, you can’t change what happened. You need to stop blaming yourself because how could you have known?”

“I know I shouldn’t, but that's all I have left. The what-ifs, they’re all I have,” you mutter, slowly regaining control of your emotions, somehow managing to stop the tears. You cough awkwardly, realising how you just wasted the agent’s time, without being actually helpful. “I’m really sorry I can’t tell you much, I don’t even know what happened myself,” you laugh, the sad kind of laugh.

“Don’t worry about it. I really am sorry for your loss, though. Please don’t think I’m saying it just because it’s polite,” he smiles, and somehow you believe him. His tone is so sincere and there’s no way those eyes could lie.

“Thank you,” you mirror his expression, actually smiling for the first time since last night.

“And you actually were helpful, you know. You revealed a lot even if you don’t think you did. Like, for example, you told me that he’s organised, and that can help a lot with the profile,” he explains, and all of a sudden it feels a little easier to breathe. A little easier just because of those words - if you couldn’t stop it last night, you can at least help prevent it from happening to anybody else.

“I’m glad, I really am. I hope you can catch him and I hope he pays for what he’s done,” you stand up, Spencer following your lead. “Oh, and doctor Reid? When you do catch him, could you please call me? I just want to know a horrible person like that is either behind bars or dead,” you state, earning a nod from the man.

“Of course. And in the meantime, if you need anything, here’s my card. Please don’t hesitate to call if you remember anything else or if you’re worried about something,” he comments, handing you the piece of paper with his information on it.

“Thank you,” you thank as he escorts you to the elevators. “Again, I’m sorry for just breaking down like that, I shouldn’t have wasted your time with my feelings. But I’m grateful for your help nonetheless,”

“Please don’t be, I’m glad I could be there,” he says as the door closes, taking a deep breath. He knew it was a little unprofessional but who could blame him? The girl just lost her best friend.

Spencer has never been more confused in his life. He thought that when they would come here things would get clearer but no. Nothing is connecting the victims, nothing at all. They already determined the looks don’t matter to the unsub but he at least thought the killer had a comfort zone. Yet the places of abduction and where the bodies were found are scattered all over the place. There’s not even a pattern, at least not one he could see. The only thing they know right now is that unsub has a two day cool off period and even though that’s not a lot, it gives them time to find clues and evidence in the meantime, hopefully before another victim has to lose their life.

“We have nothing,” he frustratingly says, turning around to Hotch and JJ.

“That’s not true,” Hotch quickly mutters. "We always have something, there’s always a start. So let’s gather the things we do know and we’ll add to the list when the others come back,” he carefully mentions, seeing the way this case is getting to Spencer.

“Hotch is right, Spence, there’s always something. For example, we know he’s stalking multiple victims at once. His cool off period is short but he always stalks the women for at least two weeks,” Jennifer adds, catching up on what’s going on.

“He’s also very organised. Kidnapping a victim in a high traffic area in under four minutes is extremely hard, almost impossible given the fact that nobody saw a thing,”

“Yeah well, that’s a thing we should worry about,” Spencer scoffs, turning around again.

“But it’s also a good thing, Spence. It means he’s in control of his emotions and won’t go on a spree,” JJ comforts, wondering why it’s bothering him so much. He’s not usually like this. But you never know with Spencer - it’s just that when this happens you have to leave him alone so that he sorts it out himself.

“Right,” he smiles, grateful for his friend’s comfort. Just then the other three members walk through the door, bringing some good news with them.

“Turns out our unsub isn’t as smart as we thought he was. He left a partial print. We can’t match it to anyone but it’s a start,” Morgan announces, happy they have something.

“Okay, that’s good. That’s something,” Spencer nods, interrupted by his phone ringing in his pocket. “Sorry," he apologises, looking at the unknown number. “It’s Y/N,” he says in a surprised tone. When the team looks at him confusingly he corrects himself. “The latest victim’s friend,” he states before answering the phone.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about last night and I remember, Doctor Reid,” you mutter over the line, smiling to yourself.

“You remember what?”

“I remember him. I know what he looks like. Don’t you have those sketch artists? I can describe him,” you explain, the image vivid in your mind.

“Are you sure?” he asks, not wanting to get his hopes up too soon.

“Positive,” you murmur, nodding to yourself.

“Really? Okay, can you come to the station?”

“Yes, I can be there in 10 minutes,” you reply, already walking back to the direction you just came from.

“That’s amazing,” he comments before hanging up, telling the team the good news. They all encourage him, saying they told him a lead would come eventually.

A couple minutes later you arrive back at the station, stepping into the elevator and pressing the floor the BAU team is in. When the elevator stops you step out, looking around for the Doctor. His eyes find you first though, and when you make eye contact he’s already on his way.

“Hi,” he awkwardly greets, fixing his glasses. Oh. So he’s wearing glasses now.

“Hey,” you greet back, following after him.

“The sketch artist might take a couple more minutes to come here so you can stay here in the meanwhile,” he gestures, stopping in front of a round table and boards, full of maps and clues. You take a look around, scanning every lead they have so far. You stop on the map though, wondering what it could mean. You read somewhere that serial killers usually have a so-called “comfort zone” where they find their victims but this man is all over the place. Or maybe not… “What do you see?” he wonders, moving closer to you.

“Oh, it’s probably nothing but… this kinda looks like the Libra constellation,” you explain, slightly turning your head to the side. “I’m kinda an astronomy nerd,” you confess when he looks at you confused. “It’s probably nothing though, there are still two stars missing and it would have to be one hell of a coincidence, plus there’s no way a person could plan that the locations would form a constellation,” you laugh, metally slapping yourself for even mentioning it in the first place.

“Right,” he says, but it’s like he’s not here with his head. So you just leave him be when an agent Hotchner and the sketch artist come pick you up. You follow them, leaving a wondering Spencer behind. They might have profiled him wrong - he’s not murdering out of passion, he’s murdering women who somehow insulted him. It’s probably a constant reminder of another woman who disrespected him, someone close to him. And if he’s right, your theory actually fits. The woman was probably a Libra. Weird how astrology can affect people.

He calls Penelope, hoping she can help with the situatuion. “Garcia, I think I have a new lead,” Reid says as she picks up, her fingers ready.

“Okay, tell me what you have, pretty boy,” she replies way too excitingly but he doesn’t have time to be weirded out by it.

“Can you look for men in their late 20’s to mid 30’s that recently either lost a mom or are freshly divorced,” he orders, literally hearing her fingers typing as fast as they can.

“Mhm, we have 50 possible unsubs. Anything I can do to narrow the search?”

“Yes, can you maybe cross-check that with their internet search history?”

“Sure can,”

“Okay, check if any of them recently started reading a lot about astronomy, or astrology even,” he quickly mutters, earning a disgusted sound from Penelope.

“That is so weird but yes, we have two now.”

“Thank you. Can you possibly send a picture of how they look?”

“Oh, Reid, when will you learn?” she sighs, “I did that a minute ago, check your phone,” she chuckles, hanging up. Right, he forgets how amazing she is sometimes.

“Did you figure out anything with the geographical profile?” Hotch questions as he returns, stopping in front of Spencer.

“I think I know who our unsub is,” he breathes out, a surprised look appearing on his boss's face.

“How’d you figure that out,” he asks as he takes the pictures of the two possible unsubs in his hands. “Long story short, Y/N presented to me something I haven’t seen before and then I called Garcia and she did what she does best and I found two possible unsubs. Is the sketch going to take long?”

“Reid, we finished with the sketch fifteen minutes ago,” Hotch comments, making Spencer realise just how long he was thinking. He must have gotten lost up there like he often does.

“Oh, can I see it then?”

“Yes, of course, here you go,” he states, handing him the piece of paper.

“Here, it’s this one. According to his history his wife divorced him a month ago and is already in a relationship with another man,” Spencer says, looking up. “There’s our stressor and trigger,” he adds, earning a firm nod from Hotch.

“Well if he sticks to the plan he’s already on his way to his next victim,” Aaron explains, looking at the watch on his wrist. “Did you by any chance figure out that too?”

“As a matter of fact, I have. Well Y/N did but look. It’s the Libra constellation. This means this is his last victim since he needs a dump side too. Okay, so it’s one of these two arias. This one is probably where he planned on dumping the body, so that leaves us with… Y/N’s house,” he finishes, in almost a whisper. The next few things Hotch says are just an inaudible mess. All he catches out of the conversation is how he’s instructing JJ to take Morgan and meet them in front of the house. The next thing he knows his name is called, grounding him back to the real world.

“Reid. Spencer,” Hotch finally tries, earning his attention. “We have to go,” he mutters, the doctor quickly coming back to his senses, already half on his way, skipping the elevator and going straight for the stairs. He stops in front of the SUV, impatiently waiting for Hotch to open the door and as soon as he does, he practically jumps onto the passenger seat, waiting a couple of seconds for his boss.

“How long ago have you said she left?” Spencer asks, not really sure if he wants an answer to that. Hotch takes a deep breath, not sure if he wants to answer that question.

“Spencer-”

“How long ago?” he repeats, more determined now. Aaron looks at his watch again, so he could tell the specific time to the man sitting next to him.

“Seventeen minutes,” he sighs, a sort of ache appearing inside Spencer’s chest. It’s a feeling he gets every time they’re about to arrest, or, in a worse scenario, kill the unsub, but it feels different this time. There’s more to it today. It’s like the feeling is suffocating him so he slightly loses his tie; it doesn’t feel much better though.

“We’re here,” the older man says as he pulls over, Spencer quickly opening the door. A hand on his arm stops him before he could literally sprint inside. “Stop and think for a second. We need a plan,” he adds, earning a death glare from Spencer even though he knows he’s right. “Or at least we have to wait for JJ and Morgan,” he finishes, convincing Spencer to stop momentarily.

You didn’t know what was happening. Not at the beginning at least. You just returned from the police station, getting out the keys to your house when a man came behind you, hitting you on the back of your head with something heavy. Your vision goes black and the next thing you know you’re here, tied up to a chair in your own house with a pounding headache, while the man that took you is pacing up and down in front of you. He looks nervous, on edge even. You know you shouldn’t be scared, Doctor Reid told you that he gets off on that. So even though you’re terrified on the inside you put on a poker face, as hard as that is. He still hasn’t noticed you’re awake and you hope he won’t, at least for another couple of minutes. You really hope the BAU team figured out the whole thing, already on their way here.

“Ah, so you’re awake,” the man speaks up, stopping his pacing. Damn it, he noticed. He moves closer to you, harshly gripping your chin, making you look up at him. You almost flinch but you catch yourself at the last second, not giving him any satisfaction. “Mmm, the thing I’ll do to you,” he says, and you promise yourself to throw up later since you can’t do it now. Ever since last night, all you wished for was to see him locked up or dead but now you may not get to see it - and that’s what drives you most to not show any fear, to not show any emotion for that matter. “What? Aren’t you scared? Such a brave girl, just like the others were until I slashed their throat,” he comments, a disgusted expression appearing on your face. “Oh, are we a little scared now?”

“You wish,” you spat in his face, making him even angrier than before.

“You little bitch-”

“FBI, drop your weapon,” the man that took you to the sketch artist before calls out, three other agents spreading out around the room, including Doctor Reid.

“Don’t come any closer or I’ll shoot her,” the unsub calls out, pointing a gun to your face. You still don’t flinch nor do anything else that would indicate fear.

“You will? Cause that’s really not your style, Andrei,” Spencer implies, picking this tactic for the unsub. And he was right - the second he said that sentence he became angry, lashing out at him. So Spencer had no other choice but to shoot him. After the killer was dead, he quickly came to you, pulling out his pocket knife, cutting the ropes to free you.

“Are you okay?” he frantically asks, looking over your body for any bruises.

“Yes. No. I don’t know,” you confess as you finally let yourself cry, the tears running freely. He wraps his arms around you, for the second time that day. You don’t mind though, because comfort is just what you need right now. It’s unprofessional from both of you, you know that but his hug just feels the best - he’s shushing you, whispering into your ear that you’re going to be okay and you don’t want to move from his grip ever again.

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schneesisterss · 3 years

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Do you have any head cannons for the other Dimitrescu sisters? I loved your takes on Cassandra!

thank you! <3 and Of Course I have headcannons for the other two. (though not as extensive as the ones I have for Cassandra bc you know... brain rot) BUT HERE:

Daniela:

ADD/ADHD representation

stims include, but not limited to: jumping, hard blinking, leg bouncing, word/phrase/noise repetition, and fidgeting with her clothing

and i’m also CONVINCED she gets the zoomies at random times of the day

Alcina, hearing loud and fast footsteps up and down her hallway at 3am: *sigh* “Daniela! Take it outside!”

followed by a loud THUMP and painful groan (she definitely ran into a wall)

hates loud noises but simultaneously has no volume control

especially when she gets excited

Cassandra has to constantly remind her to lower her voice

“AND THEN I TOOK MY KNIFE AND STABBED THE LYCAN IN THE NECK AND IT WAS SO COOL—”

“Dani, i’m standing right here, why are you yelling?”

she loves play-fighting with her sisters

Cassandra is more willing to entertain her than Bela but the both of them like to see their sister happy. so whenever they recognize Daniela getting antsy they’ll wrestle with her a bit

(Cassandra gets way to into it sometimes and makes Bela be the referee lol. Cass always ends up pinning her younger sister with a proud, competitive smile on her face. Bela let’s Dani win, but we don’t tell her that)

has the keenest senses of the three which makes her the best at stalking/killing pray

and since she can hear the best out of all of them, she unintentionally eves drops on conversations

so Daniela, bless her, has all the tea

tactile learner

will just. touch things

“Life hard, Mothers gown soft”

can get trapped in her own head and doesn’t know how to express to her family what’s bothering her

this can make her very reserved at times and she’ll distance herself for days on end

her mother is really the only person who knows how to get her out of that state. Alcina walks up the long flight of stairs to the highest point of her castle. her youngest daughter likes to come here sometimes when she needs the quiet. “Daniela? Are you up here?”

“Hello, Mother.” Alcina looks up to see her daughter lounging on a banister high up on the ceiling.

“What are you doing up there, my love?” Daniela rubs the fabric of her dress between her fingers. “Cassandra and Bela were arguing again. I don’t like when Cassandra yells.”

Alcina shakes her head. Those two were always going at it. She’ll speak to Bela about it later. “I haven’t seen you in a few days.” Daniela then grabs a fist full of her dress and tugs at it, blinking hard. “Come down for a moment. Talk to me, baby.”

and Daniela simply rolls herself off the banister and into free fall. Alcina, already prepared, catches her with ease and holds her bridal style against her chest. Daniela runs her hands over the sleeve of her mother’s dress.

Alcina gave her youngest child time to gather her thoughts, knowing it sometimes takes longer for her to be able to understand them herself. Daniela finally spoke up: “It’s been very loud recently. Around the castle. Small things, like footsteps or glasses clicking, they sound so loud in my head.” She covers her ears with her hands. “Even now I can still hear Cassandras voice through the castle, it’s pushing in my ears. My head hurts, Mother.”

Alcina gave her daughter a quick squeeze before setting her down. “Follow me baby, I want to show you something.” Daniela followed her Mother through the twists and turns of the castle until they ended up at a door that was just like all the others. It blended in and maybe that’s why Daniela has never noticed it before. “In here.” her mother guided.

Inside was a small library and lounge room. A fire place tucked in the corner and, of course, a wall a wine next to it. Daniela looked at her Mother questioningly.

“Listen.” her mother said, and Daniela did. She heard... nothing. Nothing outside of the quiet cracking of the fire place. “This room is sound proofed. Come here whenever you feel overwhelmed.” She leaned down to stroke her daughters head. “Just don’t tell your sisters I showed you my secret getaway room.” and with a wink, the tall woman exited the room and shut the door behind her.

The next day Daniela was at breakfast like nothing had changed. She didn’t even mind when Cassandra yelled at a maiden for breaking a plate, it only made her laugh.

(if you get overstimulated you KNOW what i’m talking about)

personal space? never heard of her.

loves to cling to Belas arm and Bela let’s her bc she thinks it’s just. so cute.

will also sometimes just crawl into her mothers lap and fall asleep. then Alcinas like: “well.. i guess i’m not moving for three hours”

Daniela: “if I run an jump at Cassandra, she’ll most certainly catch me.” *takes off in a full blown sprint*

Cassandra: “NO IM HOLDING HOT TEA—” *drops tea to catch Daniela* *proceeds to cuss her younger sister out, all while Dani is wrapped around her like a koala*

(this happens a lot. Dani will just... climb on Cassandra. piggy back rides, getting on her shoulders, wrapping her hands around her neck from behind and letting her feet drag on the floor, etc. Cassandra complains adamantly but never once moves to get her off)

Cassandra: “hey Dani, I dare you too—”

Bela: “Mother said Daniela isn’t allowed to accept dares anymore.”

Daniela: “apparently I have ‘no regard for my personal safety.’”

it takes a lot for Daniela to get genuinely angry, but when she does, it’s.... bad.

Very Very Scary when mad

turns into a completely different person that you Do NOT want to fuck with

dangerous and violent

much more dark and sadistic as compared to her normal personality

came home one night covered in blood and laughing hysterically. it scared the shit out of her sisters bc if they would try and get close, she’d slash at them with her weapon.

(this was one of the only times Bela had seen Cassandra genuinely worried and afraid for their sister)

when Alcina came to see what was wrong, Daniela, still laughing madly, swung at her too. Cassandra quickly shot out her arm and grabbed Belas elbow to stop her from getting involved. Bela whipped around with a growl but Cassandras glare and squeezing nails told her to back down. Mother can handle it.

Insane Laugh™️

thinks it’s funny to intimidate the maidens by showing her fangs and snapping her jaw

she often likes to find Bela when she’s reading a book to convince her to read to her (Bela almost always complies)

that’s it for Daniela. just a hyperactive baby with a murder streak <3 ONTO THE FINAL SISTER

Bela:

Mama’s (and I cannot stress this enough) Girl

needs constant reassurance that’s she’s doing a good job and yes this reassurance can ONLY come from her mother

INSOMNIAC

this girl never sleeps, pls baby you need some rest

she spends the time she should be sleeping reading books or running errands for her mother (whether Alcina asked her to or not)

she has read almost every single book in their giant library

Cassandra doesn’t understand this at all

“Why are you always cooped up in here?” Bela glanced up over the pages of her book at her younger sister. “This is the library Cassandra. Take a wild guess.” her voice was completely level and had no inflection. Cassandra gritted her teeth, “You think your so much better than me.” Bela sighed and closed her book. She didn’t want to do this again. “No. I don’t.” she said seriously. Cassandra eyed her for a moment then looked away, Bela saw the guilt on her face before she turned on her heal. “You’re so boring.”

because she reads so much, she is incredibly smart and just knows facts about random things

Daniela, daydreaming: “I wonder why grass is green.”

Bela, immediately: “the pigment that most grasses produce, Chlorophyll, absorbs almost all blue and red light and reflects green light which is why we see green. so I mean, technically grass is every single color EXCEPT for green.

Dani, confused as fuck: ....

Cass: “Bitch, how do you even know that?”

Bela’s sisters just end up using her as Google

“Hey Bela, how far away is the moon?” “238,900 miles.”

“Hey Bela, how many different climates are there?” “Twelve”

“Hey Bela, what’s the worlds deadliest poison?” “Botulinum... why?” “No reason.” “Dani. WHY?”

“Hey Bela, how much can I sell a human skull on the black market for?” Bela, concerned: “Cassandra why would—” “HOW MUCH?” “Well... are all the teeth still in tact?” “...No.” “Than only about $500.” “FUCK.”

“Hey Bela, I have this weird rash on my back and—” “Daniela. Do not finish that sentence. Go ask Mother.”

she is so quiet

and not just because she doesn’t talk very loud or even much at all. she’s just So. Silent. when she moves

just pops up in random places without anyone hearing her approach

even Daniela can’t hear her coming, which is saying something

Cassandra, minding her own business, drinking blood tea: .....

Bela, suddenly right next to her: “Hey I was wondering if— stop screaming, it’s me— have you seen Mothers lipstick? It’s missing.”

refuses any type of help with anything or else she feels like she failed that task

Never asks for help, Never asks for favors, and Never Ever will burden her Mother with any of her problems. Ever.

(Alcina thinks this is ridiculous. her eldest daughter pushes herself too hard.)

Anxiety™️

sometimes when her anxiety becomes too much she shuts down and becomes very indifferent to things around her. this has caused many fights between herself and Cassandra because Cass will get really fired up when all Bela does is respond with a monotone voice and blank stare.

overthinks literally everything and is a perfectionist

this makes her prone to panic attacks :(

when this happens she shuts herself in her room, not wanting to bother her Mother or sisters

Bela closes her bedroom door behind her and stumbles to her knees. she can’t seem to get air into her lungs no matter how hard she tried. she had failed. Mother asked her to bring her the head of that stupid man-thing, but somehow he knew their weakness.

how could he know? are Cassandra and Daniela ok? where are they? where is Mother?

Belas breathing was shallow and short, her chest burns as she presses her forehead into the ground. She claws the skin of her chest raw, leaving angry, red marks behind, desperately trying to open her lungs.

she stays as quiet as she can, only gasping few and far between. she will not be a burden. she should deal with the consequences of her failure. alone.

a sudden knock on her door makes her scramble backwards on her bottom till her back hits the opposite wall. then Belas worst nightmare, her Mothers voice.

“Bela?! Bela, is that you?” Alcinas words were rushes and worried. the door handle jiggled. “Bela, baby the door is locked, please let me in.” Bela covered her mouth and cried silently while her Mother begged to be let in.

the sound of snapping wood had Belas eyes flying open, her Mother had broken down the door. Bela shrunk into herself. She’s going to be so mad. I’m a failure. the ringing in her ears became so intense she couldn’t hear anything else.

large, soft hands cup her cheeks and a muffled voice through the air: “Bela, my love, you’re alright thank god. Are you hurt anywhere? Let me see.”

Bela pushed weakly at her Mothers arms and said between sobs, “I-I’m sorry, M-Mother.”

Alcina looked at her eldest daughter with confusion, she had no physical wounds, but the look on her face was heartbreaking. “What are you sorry for, my love?” this only made Belas breathing spend up even more, her face red from the lack of oxygen. Alcina quickly pulled her in close.

“Now Bela, listen to the sound of my voice,” she said it gently but just hard enough to grab her daughters attention. “I need you to copy my breath. Do it now, love, listen to me. Do what i’m telling you to.” Alcina took exaggerated breaths and noticed that instantly after her command, Bela had tried to follow, but the smaller girls breath was still choppy and small. Alcina rubbed a thumb across Belas cheek. “You’re doing so well baby. Keep going just like that. Good girl.” a smaller hand was placed on her arm and grabbed at her sleeve. “Good baby, use me to ground yourself. Keep breathing now, you’re doing so good.” Alcina kept whispering soft encouragements and praises until her daughters breathing was back to normal and she was laying limp on her chest.

Alcina moved the hair away from Belas face. “What a good girl, you did so well.” Bela squeezed her eyes shut and pushed into her Mother until her face was hidden. “I’m sorry Mother.” came a muffled apology, though her voice was much more steadier than before. “I failed you, I couldn’t stop the man-thing. He shot at the windows! He knows our weakness, Mother. What are we going to do? Where’s Daniela and Cassandra, are they ok? I should have stopped him for you I’m so sorry I—”

“Quiet.” Bela immediately seals her lips and looks away, already extracting herself from her Mother’s arms. She probably hates her. Alcina simple tugs her back and forces Bela to look in her eyes with a quick tap to the forehead. “Bela, I need you to listen to me very carefully.” Her daughters eyes go wide and she nods. “You have nothing to apologize for. This is not you’re fault and I will not allow you to think that way. Plus, the man-thing won’t bother us any longer, I took care of it.”

“But—” Alcina raises an eyebrow and Bela gives in, nodding hesitantly. “Good girl.” Bela exhales through her nose at the phrase and squeezes her Mother’s sleeve again. They sit like that for a few more moments, calming down.

Bela suddenly shoots up. “Daniela, Cassandra, are they—” “They’re fine my dear, Daniela got a little banged up, but Cassandra was already patching her up before I could even get close. We didn’t know where you were, that’s why I was so worried.” Bela relaxed and again nuzzled her nose into her Mother’s chest, took one more deep breath, then stood. “I’m going to go check on them.”

She steps through the now empty door frame and pauses. She spoke without turning around: “I won’t fail you again, Mother.” and shifts into a cloud of flies and disappears.

(am I projecting again? idk help)

can play the piano

no like you don’t understand, she is so good at piano

this girl has mastered songs by composers like Liszt, Beethoven, and Ravel

she’ll play for hours on end, if she starts a new piece she Will Not get up until she can play it through perfectly

she pretends not to notice Cassandra secretly listening to her play, hidden behind a nearby bookshelf

while her younger sisters always jump head first into a fight, Bela takes a more calculating approach. learning her enemies movements from afar before advancing and ending it in like 3 quick moves.

“Well Bela, if Mother asked you to jump off a bridge, would you?”

Bela, already climbing over the railing: “Hm?”

and there you go for Bela! my sweet child.. please learn self-care.

*ahem* I went overboard again didn’t I? WELP. I regret nothing. Give me more headcannons.

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the-broken-truth · 3 years

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The dimitrescus, Donna and Mother Miranda x 👨 reader. Reaction when reader is working out shirtless? (Love your works by the way, can't stop reading all of it!💕)

Broken Truth (Looks at Ask): This is interesting...LET'S GO!!!

- Alcina Dimitrescu -

Alcina was walking around the castle, looking for her lover.

When she woke up - he was not in bed.

When she went to the kitchen - he was not there either.

She searched the garden (He loved tending to the flowers), the library (He would read there with Bela), the armory (Daniela loved showing her father figure all the weapons she had), and the study (He would pat with Cassandra) - he was not in any of those places and none of the girls had seen him.

Then she remembered that her lover had been having a hard time lately when Mother Miranda commented that he didn't look like much and wasn't worthy of being by Alcina's Side.

He spent most of his money on him - none of Alcina's - to purchase metal contraptions to 'become worthy of his wife'.

He had been in that room for hours on end for about 5 months now.

'He might be in there.' Alcina wondered as continued down the hall to her Husband's Workout Room.

The closer she got to the room - the door was open and the light was on the room - the sound of grunting and metal clanking together got louder and louder.

She ducked her head a bit and walked into the room - holding her hat to make sure it didn't fall off - and rose to her full height. She opened her mouth the speak but once her sight was no longer obscured by the brim of her hat, her jaw dropped, her face began to warm up, and her body tingled.

Before her - her husband stood: his back was to her and he was wearing nothing except his boxers - his very tight boxes; she would see his defined butt and it was amazing.

In his hands were large weights that he lifted and flexed his muscles - Alcina could see every muscle flex.

His skin was shining with sweat and the smell of his musk was driving Alcina crazy - she wanted to jump his bones. So very bad.

What she didn't know was that her beloved had developed a sense to detect her and knew she was watching him...so he decided to tease his Lady and Mistress.

He dropped the weights in his hands and raised one of them opened palmed to the sky before summer suiting forward and landing on that hand to where his feet were pointing to the ceiling before beginning his set of one-handed push-ups. This time - facing her.

Alcina's eyes widened at her lover's chiseled body - the drops of sweat flowing through the cracks of his abs and biceps...then she made the mistake of looking up and saw the large bulge in his tight underwear.

That's it - she had enough.

"Beloved." She called out, making the man look at her with a smirk - her face was bright red and she was biting her bottom lip.

"Alcina, My Love. When did you arrive?" He asked faking confusion.

"That doesn't matter. I need you to accompany me to our bed chambers. Now."

"Our Bed Chambers?" The man asked as he flipped him to stand upright. "It is breakfast time, is it not?" He raised an eyebrow as he walked closer to the tall woman - his scent flooding her nose.

"Well..." Her eyes glowed dangerously, "I'm having Blood Sausage for breakfast."

She grabbed his wrist and marched to their room with him in tow, locking the door, and refused to leave that room until she was pregnant with the Latest Dimitrescu Spawn.

- Bela Dimitrescu -

Bela was bored and in need of some cuddles so she went looking for her lover - the only man-thing her mother and sisters approved of.

She looked at the grandfather clock and saw it as around 9:45 - her lover would be in his workout room to burn off any extra energy before showering and going to bed.

She floated down the hall to her husband's workout room and walked into the room without knocking - it was her man and she could do whatever she wanted regarding him.

What she wasn't prepared for was the sight on the other side of that door.

Her Husband was boxing with the sandbag.

In nothing but his boxers.

She could see everything - from the singular drops of sweat that ran down his sculpted body to every single flex of muscle with every move he made.

If the sight didn't have her done it - it was his smell.

The room was filled with the smell of musk that he was giving off and it was intoxicating - it radiated power and it was making her hungry.

"Darling?" His deep voice returned her from her fantasies of all the ways she wanted him to rock her world but the fact she could see his imprint from his shorts sent her mind back into the gutter. "Bela, is there something wrong?"

"Do you always...working out like this at night?" She questioned as she walked slowly to her man.

"Yes, it's hard to move in clothes; I keep my boxers on just make sure I don't scar any maids."

"Scar Them?" Bela tilted her head with a dangerous gleam in her eyes. "What do you mean by that?"

"Well...the one time I worked out naked, a maid came in without knocking and she looked like she saw a ghost."

Bela was pissed.

"A maid saw you naked?!" She hissed. "Where is that harlot?!"

"Your Mother turned her into wine 3 nights ago."

'Good, I won't have to kill her myself. As for you..."

"NGH!" He clenched his teeth as Bela's hand wrapped around his throbbing manhood.

"You're going to learn to lock your door when in this room...and punishment for failing to inform me about that whore."

The Next Morning - Bela & [Y/N] weren't at breakfast.

- Cassandra Dimitrescu -

Cassandra would already be with her beloved because they were each others' sparring partners.

Cassandra would be doing push-ups while her beloved would be jumping rope.

She would look at him and smirk - she loved the way his body moved during intense workouts and the smell he gave off was perfect; it made her hungrier and hungrier with each passing moment.

When it would be time for the spar - her lover would use one arm to test himself more than he needs to for he wanted to be worthy of dating a Dimitrescu Daughter.

While sparring - Cassandra would try to pin him and have her ay with him - whether that would be drinking his blood or having him devour her like a full course meal.

This time - it was different.

She threw a punch at him but it was grabbed by his free arm and used against her to wrap around her neck, once he was behind her, he used his knees to the back of hers to make her fall to them and then lay on the mat.

Once his other hand was free, it snaked around her body and into her shirt, where it grabbed and twisted one of her nipples - making the girl squirm under him.

"D...Darling? What are you...?" She began but was cut off when his teeth locked into her neck.

"Every time we train, you make me submit to you. This time - you're mine, Cassandra Dimitrescu."

And his was exactly what he made her.

Daniela walked down the hall looking for her sister when she heard moaning coming from behind the door leading to the training room - she leaned in to listen and went to find her mother.

"Mother?"

"Yes, Dear?" Alcina asked as she looked up from the book she was reading.

"Why didn't you tell us Daddy was coming to visit & he brought presents?"

"Darling, you don't have a father."

"Then why did I hear Cassandra saying "More, Daddy! More!" in the training room?"

Alcina went wide-eyed as the glass in her hand shattered and the one thing she thought was...

'I'm too young for grandkids...'

- Daniela Dimitrescu -

CHOMP!!

"OW!!!"

She smelled something delicious and followed that smell to her lover's training room and found him completely naked with the exception of his undergarments, shadow boxing himself.

He looked like a full snack with the sweat making his body glaze and his muscles looking like beefcakes - he was just begging to be bitten and that's exactly what she did.

"Daniela? What was that for?" He asked her as he looked over his shoulder at his wife - who was clinging to his back like a koala with her fangs in his shoulder blade.

"I couldn't help it, love. Your scent was driving me crazy and I was in the mood for a snack." Daniela tried to say but her fangs were still in his skin.

"Dani, I was training, and as much as I would move to be your mid-morning meal; I need to get back at it if I want to keep the form you love so much."

"I love you for who you are - the body is just a plus. I don't want you to train, I want you to take me to bed and cuddle me."

"But..."

"Do you love me?" Dani asked.

"Yes, without a doubt." He answered.

"Would you do anything for me?" She asked again.

"Without question." He said.

"Then I want you to stop training and take me to our bedroom so that we can cuddle and make little vamp-babies."

"...Okay."

- Donna Beneviento -

Donna would be walking around Beneviento Manor - looking for the man who stole her heart. Who accepted her and her dolls and loved them all equally.

He wasn't in his normal spots but she did remember that he recently got interested in getting in better shape and asked her if there was anywhere in Beneviento Manor she would be alright with him making it into a workout room - she gave him one of the rooms on one of the floors under the house floor.

Donna walked down the hall without Angie as she followed the sounds of something grunting in effort echoing down the hall's walls.

She reached the opened room but didn't want to just walk in and disturb her love so she peeked around the corner and her eye widened while she let a gaspy moan escape her lips,

Her lover was laying on the weight bench with a long metal bar in his large hands - giant iron circles on each end.

She looked closer at the circles - 500 Pounds. That made her shiver - she knew he was strong but to be able to bench that much was...alluring.

She looked at his shining skin.

Listening to her man's grunts with each lift of the bar.

The define lines in his muscles with each movement he made.

It made her hot. She rubbed her legs together before she hid behind the wall completely and pressed her forehead against the cold wall.

She needed to get a hold of herself - she was like she had no control of herself but when she was around him, it was like she forgot all she was and wanted nothing more than her man.

She was so focused on keeping herself from relieving herself right then and there that she didn't notice she was no longer alone until a familiar weight pressed against her back and she was completely pressed against the wall.

"It looks like you have a very serious itch, My Love." his voice growled as his hand moved closer and closer to her throbbing organ.

"I...I can explain..." She blushed in her weak, gasping voice; she was embarrassed but having her lover so close with his body radiating power made her weak.

"Let me...help you with that, My Lady." He growled before one hand reached the buttons on the top of her dress and the other was cupping her womanhood while she bit her lip in hopes of being silent.

A few moments later - he had her on that same bench that was still drenched in his sweat and scent, her hands gripping the metal poles that held the long rod over her head' sweat dripping from her body as she was stretched apart.

She was pleading for him to continue to Beneviento Bloodline with her.

Begging him to make her family's bloodline stronger than it ever was before.

Crying for him to make her a mother.

Who was he to deny his lady what she wished?

- Mother Miranda -

Miranda stood n her lab, looking at the results from the latest experiment and possible host for Eva but once again - it wasn't good enough and it makes her angry.

Once again - so close but so far away.

"Miranda? Love?" A familiar male voice called out to her.

She looked up at was met with the shirtless, bare-chested, sweaty body that was the man she entrusted her heart to.

He stood there in the doorway with a towel around his neck while one hand used an edge of the towel to wipe the sweat from his face.

The Village Leader blushed but then looked away from him to keep from looking upon her face.

"[Y/N]. Darling. I thought we talked about you walking around the lair like that. It's rather...distracting." She said.

"I do hope you'll forgive me but I sensed that something was bothering you and I wanted to make sure you were alright." The man said as he walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her stomach and pulling her back into his bare chest.

"Your...concern for me is welcomed, Darling, but I must return to work. Please, do prepare yourself for dinner; I shall be down in a moment." Miranda said as she reached for a book, only to her lover's hand to stop her.

"Miranda." He turned her to face him - worry and compassion in his eyes. "You've been working on this for over a week straight; you haven't taken any time for yourself...or for me." He was sad - afraid his lover had forgotten about him.

"My Love, I'm sorry I have made you feel this way but...I'm so close, Darling. I can return her to us and...MPH!" She was cut off by a deep kiss. She melted into it before he pulled away from her.

"Enough of this for one night, My Love. Let me take care of you...and make you see you don't need to Cadou for a child. Just...me" He kissed her again and she wrapped her arms around him; submitting to his command and desire.

It would be a year later that Miranda would invite the Lords to meet Eva and Ethan Winters arrived in the village - only for his wife and child to be given back to him and escorted out of the village; never to be seen again.

#resident evil 8 #donna benevient x male reader #alcina dimitrescu x male reader #bela dimitrescu x male reader #cassandra dimitrescu x male reader #daniela dimitrescu x male reader #mother miranda x male reader

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riphinx · 3 years

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I would like to request a headcanon with kita and osamu about comforting their s/o after a nightmare? Not like a relationship nightmare but more of a like frightening and fearful nightmare - because i’ve been having nightmares lately. I hope you are doing well and stay safe 💖

HOW THEY COMFORT YOU AFTER A NIGHTMARE.

a/n: noo i wanna give you a hug :( maybe i got carried away....and added five more characters.....but i hope you like it 💕 as always, thank you for sending me a request 🥺

pairing(s): kenma, suna, kita, bokuto, hinata, osamu x reader

KENMA will sit beside you, thigh to thigh, and continue playing video games. he was the one to wake you up from your nightmare, so he’ll just move from his desk to your side and play— directing your attention to his game instead of your nightmare. you didn’t notice this, but he swapped games on the way, lowering the volume and playing a kid-friendly one instead. had a gentle smile on his face as you fell asleep on his shoulder.

SUNA will let you lay between his legs, and will play random shows at 3 am. during the animal documentary, he might pull up a meme here and there, but he just wants you to fall asleep laughing or crying over the animal who just died. both of you end up on the ‘top 10 most mysterious sea creatures’ side of youtube, and accidentally pull an all-nighter. will sleep with you after the sun rises and wake you up at 3 pm to get fast food and boba. might even take you ‘grocery shopping.’ by this, he means the trip he makes to stock up on snacks and candy for another all-nighter.

KITA pulls you into a gentle embrace, rubbing circles on your back or stroking your hair. his presence itself already makes you feel safe, but when his arms are wrapped around you, it feels like nothing can go wrong. if you’re still shaking after a few minutes, he’ll carry you to the kitchen with all the lights on and make you a snack. lets you hold onto him like a koala the entire time.

BOKUTO isn’t sure what to do, so he sits in front of you, telling every shadow to go away and that he has a weapon (he doesn’t). bokuto will turn on a lamp and remind you every few seconds that he’s there to protect you—ends up falling asleep on your lap before you even feel tired again, but his enthusiasm and determination to protect you help lighten your mood a little. will probably wake up in emo mode.

HINATA will try his best to get your mind off of your nightmares with arts and crafts. will watch 5 minute crafts and grab popsicle sticks to make a house with you. blushes when you say “our house is cute!” the two of you fall asleep in each others’ arms.

OSAMU will hold you in his arms as he tries to wake you up. if you’re shaking in fear, he’ll pull you even closer, repeatedly whispering words of comfort in your ear. once he thinks you’re okay, he’ll carry you on his back, and you can watch him cook you a meal. he ends up wanting to eat some too, and eats the majority of it.

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marshmallowprotection · 3 years

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headcanons for how cuddling with saeyoung would feel like? i just want to back hug him forever like a koala while he ignores me and types on the computer

Saeyoung is very specific about the way that he would do this with you. That is to say, he's not a little spoon kind of person. It's not that he doesn't want to be it's just that he physically cannot do that at the beginning point of a relationship. Not in the head space that he has.

He is hypervigilant to an extreme degree.

He very much is terrified of something going wrong when he falls asleep.

He’s trained his body to be on guard at all times. What if someone tries to get him while he’s sleeping? What if somebody tries to take you while he’s sleeping? What if someone hurts Saeran while he’s sleeping? He’s had that fear since he was a very small child. He hasn’t lost that fear and the agency made that fear in him so much stronger.

Because of that, he has to be the big spoon. He sleeps with his back to the wall while his arms tucked around you. He needs to feel you and now that you’re by his side. He doesn’t like that you’re between him and any possible danger that’d happen, but he can swiftly draw a weapon if he needs to and move. All of his is built off of his fear.

He holds you close, tightly, and you can fell his breath against your back as he uses you to ground himself. He knows that he’s not in some warehouse, fighting for his life to live and survive when he can touch you. He’s in the present, he’s a safe man and you’re safe with him.

It’s... intense, if you’re into that.

Saeyoung holds you like it’s the last time that he’s ever going to see you. That’s painful, but honestly, it’s how he would be with his brother when they were kids. It wasn’t a given that they were going to live to the next day, you know? They had to live in the moment and struggle to survive, and that plays into how he is with you. He just wants... be safe with you.

He kisses the back of your head, the top of your head, your neck, your shoulders, anywhere that he can reach. Saeyoung wants to feel your warmth and hear you laugh and smile. That’s what he holds onto. This feeling that you bring to him. It goes without saying that he wants to protect you when he’s laying like this.

Now, it’s possible he would let you be the big spoon. It’s possible that he would lay his head against your chest and sprawl out against you. That’s another spot that he can use to move quickly if he needs to. He likes to listen to the sounds of your heart, another reminder you’re alive, and he likes when you brush his hair and hum. You’re so warm and tender...

#anon #ask #mod kait #mm #mysme #mystic messenger #saeyoung choi #choi saeyoung #707 #seven #luciel choi #choi luciel #mysticmessenger #seven mm #seven mysme #seven mystic messenger

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dragon-kazansky · 2 years

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To the rescue | Dan Lewis

Gender neutral reader

Requested by anon

You were trapped.

And alone.

Sontaron's had you cornered and were trying to get through the bulk door.

You should have known it wouldn't hold for long.

They would get through.

You had nowhere to run to.

No idea on where the others were.

Maybe they had split up from each other too.

Damn it.

Everything was going wrong and you had to admit, you were scared.

What if you never saw the Doctor again?

What if... you never saw Dan again?

You wouldn't get to see his smile.

Hear his laugh.

Hold his hand...

The door opened.

Their weapons were raised.

There was three of them.

You couldn't take them all on.

You would die trying.

Or so you told yourself.

All three went down like a sack of potatoes.

You stared in disbelief for a moment.

Dan!

He was here!

Yaz and the Doctor too, but you could only look at Dan.

"Take that!" He said, looking at the alien by his feet.

You rushed forward and hugged him.

Dan's arms were instantly around you.

"Hey, come on, I'm here."

You clung to him like a koala to a tree.

Dan smiled as he held you, rocking you gently.

"I'll always come save you."

You smiled into his chest knowing he was telling the truth.

Dan would always come for you.

#dan lewis x reader #dan lewis #Doctor who #doctor who x reader

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simpingfortwst · 3 years

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Can The Twisted Wonderland Characters Skate?

Inspired by this roller skating event thing I went to a few days ago.

Notes on each character below the cut

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Ruggie - He has never skated before so no one is sure why he got the hang of it so quick (got bored after a while and started tripping people up with his unique magic)

Cater - Really good at skating and floods the rink with clones to take pictures

Floyd - Skates around the rink clotheslining people who get too close with a deranged look on his face that only a mother could love. Eventually causes everyone to leave for their own safety. If you think he stops there you would be sorely mistaken, the dude also leaves, locks onto one poor fucker Riddle and chases them around like a heat seeking missile

Ace - Gets over excited and drags Deuce with him without listening to any arguments

Chen’ya - Was he even invited? Gets a kick out of disappearing and reappearing in front of people to trip them up

Rook - He just sits there, staring at everyone with a camera in lieu of his usual bow and arrows because apparently ‘offensive weapons are illegal in public spaces’. Would usually just examine Leona but Malleus’ constant supervision makes him a far more interesting target

Kalim - Can’t skate but when has a lack of skill stopped him from doing something (forced Jamil to hold him the entire time)

Lilia - Can’t skate, he just can’t. However he is a dab hand at salsa dancing and reminds everyone of it when they comment on him not skating

Vargas - I present to you the embodiment of fake it till you make it. This man has way too much confidence in his abilities and by the time that and his patience starts to wear thin he’s started to get the hang of this skating thing

Deuce - Had no intention of skating until Ace dragged him into the rink kicking and screaming (and then they were kicked out)

Vil - His famous last words were “How hard can it be” before falling rather ungracefully and causing a pile-up of skaters

Jack - Is the asshole who skates right in front of you and stumbles. We get it, you can stay upright now please get out of the middle of the rink before you kill someone

Crowley - Doesn’t even wait to get the group signed in before disappering only to reappear 10 minutes after everyone left with only the smell of alcohol emanating off of him to keep him company

Epel - Was still getting his skates on when Vil fell over, needless to say he was forbade from getting into the rink

Trey - He can skate. I have no proof that he can. But he can, Trey just chooses not to so he can stop Riddle from blowing up at the next person who mentions he can’t skate.

Sam - When would he find time to skate when he’s too busy running ‘Mr. S's Mystery Shop Lite’ in a storage room where none of the staff can see?

Neige - Was he even invited? Pt2 Choose not to skate because his fans chasing after him would cause a safety hazard

Jamil - Realised pretty early on that if Kalim is clinging onto him like a koala with abandonment issues he can't go and put on his skates. Unfortunately the koala in question did not reach the same conclusion

Crewel - Pfft Him? Skate? And risk getting his coat dirty? Absoloutely the fuck not

Azul - When would he find time to skate when he’s too busy running ‘Mostro Lounge Lite’ in another storage room where none of the staff can see? What do you mean he’s scared? Of what? The floor? (Octo is not scared, Octo is terrified)

Sebek - He does technically get onto the rink, in his shoes. Sebek, ever the paranoid guard, shadows Malleus the whole time in case he falls and can’t get up. Inadvertently causes Dear Tsunotaro to trip when he shouts at Jack loud enough to knock Malleus of of his feet

Idia - I was tempted to say that he could skate but insisted he couldn’t to others so he could leave but I would have been wrong. Ortho uses puppy dog eyes and a decent amount upper body strength to force Idia onto the rink before watching his brother immediately fall and crawl away shouting about how he proved he can’t skate (No one had the heart to tell him that he never had skates on in the first place)

Jade - Spends the first half of the afternoon helping Azul and the second half restraining Floyd. Very capable boyo (So capable that one might overlook how he just can’t skate)

Trein - He never actually showed up, this whole outing was Crewel’s idea and so he wanted nothing to do with it

Riddle - Riddle is a burnt out former gifted kid who can’t put up with anything that he isn’t immediately good at. Yes I know he is cannonically really hard working and realisically practiced for a week leading up to the outing. No, I don’t care

Leona - Sleeps

Silver - Sleeps

Malleus - He only found out about the trip the night before when Yuu mentioned it. When he gets there he doesn’t understand and uses magic to hover a milimeter or two off of the floor.

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Hey Mod Shuichi! Could I request Chihiro, Yuta, Tsumugi, and Chiaki with a cuddly S/O who starts crying when they’re given affection because they’re touch starved? I saw a similar request you did and I really enjoyed it!

Hey there @chihiro-comfort-imagines, of course you may. This ask is very cute by the way, thanks for requesting. Touch-starved gang rise up! -Mod Shuichi

Chihiro Fujisaki, Yuta Asahina, Tsumugi Shirogane, and Chiaki Nanami with a S/O who gets emotional when given affection.

Chihiro Fujisaki💻

💻 Nervous boy, nervous. Be patient with him, he's not used to much positive affection from people apart from his family. 💻 Please, hug him while he's overworking himself, remind him to take care of himself. 💻 Melts, literally. Congrats you have discovered Fujisaki putty, do what you will with this information (read as: love him). 💻 He knows he's small and weak and all that jazz, but he is determined to gather up the courage to give you affection first, he wants to protect you and this is a step in the right direction. 💻 After much thinking aka Mondo, Taka, and Leon pestering him about doing it, he decided to give you an unprompted hug and some head scratches (cuz nobody is immune to those fight me on this). 💻 Poor boy didn't know what was about to go down. He wasn't emotionally prepared to feel some wetness near his back and your body shaking with what he assumed where sobs. 💻 Ok so that didn't work, he's panicking now. In a brilliant moment of action association, he backed away like he had been burned. 💻 Was racking his brain on what to do because no amount of Wikihow articles could prepare him for this. Luckily, he wasn't completely out of ideas. 💻 Bless Taichi for giving him the idea. He mimicked what his father had always done when he wa distressed and hugged you again while tracing random patterns on your back. 💻 Oh hey that worked! Now to why you were crying…oh right he' d never done this before, it was probably too much for you. 💻 Well now he just feels bad. Might start crying with you a bit,but he'll power through. 💻 After the reveal, new arrangements were made. Now you have a hug quota that you will get every day or so help him. 💻 It takes a while, since he is also a bit overwhelmed by affection, but over time both of you get used to it 💻 During one of your daily hug quotas he'd reveal that he would give you all the affection it took to make you feel loved <3

Yuta Asahina👟

👟 How are you still hydrated with this man, he will always return your affection tenfold. It's the Asahina genes in him. 👟 You are probably not that touch starved with him as your partner, but that makes my job useless so touch starved you are for the sake of content. 👟 Yuta was a pretty affectionate person, but sometimes circumstances prevented that from happening. 👟 And so that's how you found yourself 5 hours away from your boyfriend. Her sister was participating in a swimming tournament and he went to support her. You couldn't make it (plus it was the first time you'd meet his sister face to face and the thought alone scared you), so yeah. 👟 Aoi was confused, since you were basically the only topic Yuta talked about nowadays and she was just dying to finally meet you; but nothing could top Yuta's reaction. 👟 Boy went through the 5 stages of grief and then some. He acted like he was on withdrawal from candy or something, he craved your touch 25/8 and was just…mopey. 👟 So that's how the idea entered his head. As soon as he laid eyes on you, he would make up for all of the S/O cuddles he missed while he was away. 👟 R.I.P your tear ducts ayyy. Nothing could've prepared you for the absolute love storm you were about to experience. Man's literally jumped on you and began attacking you with kisses and hugs and any other form of affection you can think of. 👟 Bursting into tears in the middle of an airport was not your proudest moment, but hey, you got your Yuta cuddles so who cares. 👟 UnLuckily for you, he didn't comment on your sudden pity party, instead he shushed your cries and wiped your tears away. 👟 He might not like math, but he figured sad S/O + love and affection = happy S/O. Quick maths. 👟 Would you look at that, he was right! Without your usual dose of cuddles you resorted back to not knowing what human touch is. 👟 Don't worry, it's a quick fix with Yuta. By quick fix, I mean you now have a koala stuck to your body literally all the time. 👟 What can I say, he is a man of his word. Says he wants to help you return to your normal cuddle amount, but Aoi ratted him out. He was just as touch starved as you. 👟 There's nothing better than two touch starved dumbasses experiencing affection, together <3

Tsumugi Shirogane🧵

🧵 Girl loves how affectionate you are, makes her feel special and not plain. 🧵 Also inspire her to make cosplays sometimes (when this happens I advice you run, she gets very involved in her work). 🧵 She hesitates before giving you any type of affection, what if she's too plain, what if she starts rambling about anime and you get tired of her, what if– 🧵 "No, Tsumugi, they do so much for you, return the damm favour, love them." And with this little pep talk she is on her way to find you and love the soul out of you. 🧵 She hides her intentions behind a simple date, a fun movie night critiquing the main pairing for being oblivious idiots. 🧵 During the movie, she got more affectionate, things like holding your hand for longer than usual and resting her head on your shoulder during the romantic parts. 🧵 She reasons that by being affectionate with you, especially during the more romantic parts of the movie. she symbolizes how much she loves you and that she does care about you. 🧵 Your poker face is working itself to the bone while your heart is going a thousand a minute. That might be the excitement or a heart attack, you can't tell. 🧵 Little did you know, this was only the beginning. Tsumugi was determined to end the date on her own little special note. 🧵 On the way home, she insisted y'all walked by the sakura trees nearby. It was a beautiful sight, the petals of the trees falling around you as she initiated a very sweet goodbye kiss. 🧵 That's right, she initiated the kiss this time. And that was your cue to start the waterworks. 🧵 When she pulled away she heard your sobs and saw your tears and panicked. Was it too much, did she screw it up? Oh she shouldn't have listened to that anime, now you're crying because of her and– 🧵 You sob out various I love you's and hug her tight, effectively confusing your cosplayer girlfriend. 🧵 Oh, oh. You're touch-starved, that's what's happening. She smiles to herself and giggles at her panic earlier as she returns the hug and wipes your tears away. 🧵 She can get used to this, she'll patch up the missing affection with a lot of love…and anime references <3

Chiaki Nanami🎮

🎮 She doesn't mind your cuddles, in fact she loves them! You probably can't tell but she's touch starved as well, she just doesn't know it yet. 🎮 You tend to cling to her while she's gaming, holding her and laying your head on her shoulder while she's trying to beat whatever pesky boss is preventing her from beating the game. 🎮 She subconsciously snuggles closer to you from time to time, to show she still cares. 🎮 She knows she tends to lose herself to her games a lot and that could cause you to feel like you're the only one pulling their weight in the relationship... 🎮 So she devised a master plan. The next time you give her any type of affection, she'll return it and then some. 🎮 She was dedicated to let you know how much she loved you, so she was ready to use every weapon in her arsenal. Also known as your downfall. 🎮 And so that's how you found yourself in eachothers arms while she kissed every inch of your face. 🎮 She thought she was doing great......until you started sobbing into her shoulder. Ok now she's worried, did she wait too long, did she do something wrong, why were you crying? 🎮 You started babbling about how much you love her and how long you had been waiting for this. Oh, so that's what happening. 🎮 She feels a bit guilty that she hadn't done this sooner, but that just means she can make up for the lost time by giving you even more affection. 🎮 Your eyes are cosplaying waterfalls hon, you're probably dehydrated by now. 🎮 The fact you get that emotional just because of something as simple as a hug worries her, who hurt you? 🎮 In all of her greatness, she devices a new plan. She'll give you as much affection as she can to make you connect her affection with routine. You won't be touch starved on her watch, not on her watch! 🎮 Cut to you getting overwhelmed the first 50 times. Over time, all you do is that deep breath people do when they're feeling extremely loved. 🎮 She realizes that this is what you both needed, after all they say love is the best healing potion <3

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