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qlossytbh · 2 days

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𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞? - 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐛𝐚𝐮!𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 where you find yourself with immense baby fever

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 baby fever, fem!reader, fluff fluff fluff, established relationship, reader and spencer are married, hotch x platonic!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 1.5k

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 so i imagined older spence but younger jack so pretend jack is around 3 or 4 but spence is like around season 7/8 (?)

𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“All I’m saying, you could’ve been a little nicer,” You turned to Morgan with a rigid sigh. If he didn’t know you better, it’d probably sound like you were deeply annoyed with him, on the verge of cursing him out. He knew you were only regarding the events of today's case.

“I think you’re mixing ‘being nicer’ with tough love,” You deadpanned at your friend, earning nothing but his signature snicker.

You shook your head, feigning that of disappointment. You rolled your shoulder back, craning your neck slightly to scan the files that rested between your fingers. God, how many files could one see in a day?

It was a few hours past midday when the case came to an end. Hotch had a sudden dilemma that he needed immediate solving, so he told all of you to make it back to headquarters. You and Morgan however, had been stuck together for the day and made it back a lot earlier than the rest of the team, prompting the two of you to get some necessary paperwork done.

You needed a day off— especially from Morgan.

The bullpens doors opened unexpectedly, drawing you and Derek out of your conversation. You turned, seeing the rest of the team waltz through the glass door— only this time, they were accompanied by a pair of small legs.

You couldn’t stop a reflexive smile from growing onto your face. “Is that who I think it is?”

Jack waddled into the bullpen, one of his tiny fists bundled up onto a small section of Hotch’s dress pants. You could’ve screamed, a reaction that was becoming more necessary every time you saw a kid, and most definitely when you saw Jack.

At the sound of your cheery voice, Jack looked up, biting onto his knuckles— something you learned was a sign of his bashfulness.

But when he realized it was you who was standing next to Morgan, his face immediately morphed into one that could only portray pure and innocent child joy, looking as if he couldn’t be happier to see you. Nothing could compare to how ecstatic that made you feel, chest getting fuzzy with endearment. Hotch placed his palm onto the back of his head. “Look who it is!”

You've taken care of Jack too many times you lost count, given since you and Hotch were close— practically family. You adored Jack and found yourself being struck with some newfound motherly instinct when it came to him— or any kid for that matter. He always gave you this very violent need to squeeze his cheeks and hug him so tight he might pop.

“Is that little Jackie?” Your voice was high and welcoming, trying to hide how utterly joyed you were with seeing him and failing miserably. Jack immediately pushed himself off of Hotch’s leg and began running towards you.

Well, he more so waddled his way over to you, small feet pattering roughly against the floor as he ran over to you in an unstable line. You met him halfway, crouching down and opening your arms for him. When he was close enough, he launched himself into said arms, voice loud with giggles and shrieks. “If it isn’t my favorite boy!”

You squeezed him tightly, rising once again to your natural height and hugging the small toddler. Morgan, of course, didn’t miss a beat to taunt. “Careful, Reid’s listening.”

“Oh please,” You rested Jack on your hip, keeping strong secure arms around him while he gripped the ends of your hair curiously. “Spencer knows that Jack comes first no matter what, isn’t that right Jack?”

“Yeah!” He laughed.

Spencer couldn’t keep in a single thought as he watched you interact with Jack so naturally. It twisted his chest in weird, scary ways. If it were anyone else he’d be terrified. But it was you. And he now found his head lingering with the idea of you as a mother— the mother of his children, specifically.

It was a conversation the two of you had once, very briefly a few months after you two got married. Spencer had been meaning to get back at it, but with the chaos of your jobs it had been really hard to think about anything other than serial killer and criminals.

But fuck, if Spencer said that seeing you interact so carefully and sweetly with not only Jack but many other children that had stumbled up on these last few cases— he’d be the biggest liar on the face of this earth.

Just the thought of starting a family with you was something that filled him with anticipation. It made his chest burn. Something he craved so deeply, it sometimes left him breathless.

“You’re getting so big and strong that I’m beginning to have a hard time lifting you up.” You huffed, setting him down onto the ground and crouching beside him. “You’re gonna give me back problems.”

“Derek says it’s because you’re getting weak!” His R’s were disguised as muffles W’s, which only caused your heart to clench further. A choke disguised as a strained laugh left your mouth.

“Is that so?” You turned over to him with a glare. Morgan scratched the back of his head and turned on his heel avoiding you and your piercing gaze.

“But who’s your favorite; big old chiseled Derek, or little weak me?” You squint your eyes at the boy, pursing your lips feeling very confident in his answer.

And to no one’s surprise did Jack point towards you and with a huge, wide smile laughed out. “You!”

You laughed victoriously, holding out a palm for Jack to clap. “Yeah, that’s right!”

“Oh, come on,” Morgan groaned.

After one last hug from the child, you ushered Jack over to Hotch, shooting an endeared smile towards him. God, you loved that kid so much.

JJ, Prentiss and Rossi made their way to the conference room. You look ahead, meeting the gaze of your husband and smiling profusely. It was a subconscious reaction your body had. You found yourself meeting Spencer halfway. “Hey,”

His hand rested on your hip as he leaned down, kissing you chastly. Spencer would’ve loved to actually take his time greeting you with a much proper kiss, but it was a middle ground the two of you found between professionalism and well— being married.

His hand, however, remained on the spot on your hip, thumb drawing circles instinctively. It was subtle, but his touch was still there. Your smile was big and lovestruck, looking up at him with soft eyes. “Hey,”

Just as you opened your mouth to speak, Jack's laughter ripped through the air as Hotch lifted him up. You and Spencer turned and you swear you could almost cry.

It was as if lately, when you allowed yourself to think even slightly about the concept of children you’d combust into a pool of tears and overbearing endearment. Spencer watched you looking over at Jack and noticed something pooling beneath your eyes.

You looked back at Spencer, lips tied in a pout. “I want one.”

“A baby?” He tuned, laughing slightly at how your body sunk against his, resting your forehead on his chest in exasperation.

“Yes,” You pushed yourself off his chest, throwing your hands around as you spoke. “The small hands, small feet— I swear everytime I see a baby, I get violent.”

You pouted. “Imagine a mini us Spence,”

And Spencer did. He thought about it in such detail that he forgot it wasn’t an actual reality of his. A little girl or boy, that resembled either of you, that held so many fractions and traits of the two of you— it seemed unreal to him.

“A mini us?” He repeated. You looked up at him.

“Well— yeah,” You reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I mean, we haven’t really talked about it but..”

Spencer wanted kids more than he had ever wanted anything before— but he knew that he only wanted it if it was with you. He couldn’t phantom the thought of starting a family with anyone else.

“We should,” He spoke. Your fingers played mindlessly with the bottom of his tie, looking up at him with a teasing smirk.

“We should talk about it or we should try?” A blush crept up his cheeks as his eyes widened just slightly. You always found ways to catch him off guard and you loved getting even the slightest reaction out of him.

“Uh—“ He dragged out his words, before his eyes landed back on you. “Both?”

You laughed and he smiled. He always smiled when you laughed, he couldn’t stop himself from doing so. You reached down, tangling your fingers with his. “I’m serious though,”

He hummed. “So am I.”

“You actually want to start trying for a baby?” This seemed like a conversation that was far too intimate to be having in the middle of the bullpen— where you usually discussed varieties of atrocious things, but here you were I guess.

“Yeah,” He said, almost in disbelief that you had questioned it. You found yourself growing oddly shy, just thinking of a small version of the two of you running around.

Before you could continue on the subject, Morgan, who now held Jack on his shoulders, was calling you and Spencer over to the conference room. You turned to Spencer, smiling softly.

“Can we get back to this once we get home?”

“Please,” He breathed, leaning forward and pressing a longer kiss onto your lips. You grew giddy and smiled into the kiss, pulling away sooner than both of you would like.

“I love you,” You smiled. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and placed a loving kiss on your forehead.

“I love you.”

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ghouljams · 1 day

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Just dropping in to tell you that I adore your Fae AUs. I have a question/request about one if you ever have the time or urge to go back to them :)

One of your later Price ones called Jealousy ends on a line like “you’d do the same for him” and I was wondering if you’d elaborate 👀👉👈

Jealous witch?

Witch tends to keep her emotions under very tight control, since her magic responds so readily to them, but she has her moments. Plus I feel like I haven't written for these two in ages. So of course you can have witch being jealous <3

It's a lovely summer day, warm and sunny. The air smells green from last night's rain and the sky is blue. It's well worth the trip into the country, even if your back aches from the train ride. OK maybe not from the train ride itself but from your plus one holding you at an odd angle to fuck you in the trains little stall bathroom. You smooth your hands over your dress and thank your quick thinking for being bringing a pair pair of panties. You glance at Price as he tucks the come soaked ones deeper into his pocket, looking perfectly content with himself.

You ignore him in favor of checking your mental list. Pagan festivals are one of the best places for you to buy harder to find ingredients, and sell more specialized potions, they're also one of the few places you feel right at home. Or can delude yourself into feeling at home. Truth be told you still feel out of your element with all the new witches. You don't speak the same language as them, don't carry yourself the same way, don't look at the world like they do. You're glad to have Price with you. At least having someone to lean on when you're drained is enough to keep you going.

Price's fingers skate over the wards you'd drawn down your arm to hold your hand. Giving it a reassuring squeeze before pulling you through the train station to the gates. The little town is positively buzzing with magic, you can see wards carved into cornerstones, rosemary by garden gates, and iron locks on front doors.

"Wild's creeping it's way in," Price hums, and you stretch your senses a little further to feel for the edge of it. You suppose it's as good a place as any for fae to mingle with humans, you doubt they'll stick around though. Here for the party and gone before they set down roots. You glance at Price, good hunting too you suppose.

You don't realize how right you are until you're counting lovage seeds, and see Price talking to another witch. You assume she's a witch. You pause, staring at her. She's rather pretty, with dark hair and blue eyes, and a black tourmaline necklace. It isn't her looks though, no it's her magic. You can feel it like an overflowing bucket. A small cup stuck under a running faucet, she can't hold all the magic she's pulling in and she's set up no guards to stop the overflow. You wonder what she did to be siphoning magic off like that, how naive she'd have to be to try to take more than she can handle. You worry your brows, no, maybe it's simpler than that: she simply has no wards set up to keep herself contained.

You tuck your newest purchase into your bag, sure that Price must be trying to make a deal. It churns something strange in your stomach that he chose someone so pretty to try and snare, but this is what he does. There are too many crones here, too many people warded against the fae, he has to take his chances with those that don't know better.

She smiles at him and you feel your blood run cold. He touches her arm and your fingers tighten on the straps of your bag. He leans closer to speak to her and she laughs. Your breath comes too quick, your eyes latched onto the pretty blush that's painting her cheeks. You hope it's the sun making her warm and not your man. It's too sudden for you to tamp it down, too aggressive an emotion to bottle. You hate her. You hate her with every fiber of your being. It's written on your bones, it's stamped on every platelet every nerve ending: you hate her. You want her gone. You want that stupid smile wiped off her face. You want those pretty blue eyes to pop out of her head and that pretty blush to bleed out of her pores. You hate, hate, hate-

Her nose starts bleeding. A small trickle of red that pools on her cupid's bow, and drips over her pink lips. She frowns, her brows twitching together. She touches her lip, then her temple. Bloodshot veins creep over her eyes, as she blinks to stop the sharp pain of tears. Price looks at you as her skin pales, and takes a step in front of her. You try to glare through him, your anger feels so palpable, feels so justified.

He grips the back of your neck, and pulls you up out of your angry hunch. You meet his raised brow with a petulant glare. "You're tainting the meat," he tells you with a smile. You blink. Your head hurts. Price releases his scruff on you to swipe his thumb over your forehead with a hum. It's like a cold towel being pressed to your brow, blissful in the heat, and tight against your quickly boiling headache. "Are you gonna curse all my meals or just this one?"

"She's pretty," you mumble, explaining yourself as best you can in the face of such an accusation. His thumb strokes your head, affectionate, calming. There's no magic to it besides the gentle affection that flows between you. You press into the feeling all the same.

"And come from so far away," Price agrees, "just another poor girl gone missing on holiday."

"Not funny," you warn, though it does stop some of that awful squirmy feeling to know he was going to eat her. You don't think you like how cavalier he is about murdering this poor girl(never mind that you were going to murder her).

"Man's gotta eat," he glances over his shoulder, "and it's not like I'm the only one eyeing her."

You glance around him, another man's taken his place, cooing over her and offering her a tissue. His eyes are too bright, his smile too wide. He has an extra finger. Price grips your arm tight before you can run to help a woman you had, not two seconds ago, been cursing.

"Chumming the water," Price mumbles. You wrap your hand around his wrist and tug him in the opposite direction. You're so cute when you're angry.

"You don't eat me enough?" You grumble, he can feel the embarrassed heat coming off of you. If he knew you'd be so jealous over him, he might have tried this sooner. She was pretty, you're right, but nothing compared to you.

"Not even close," Price says pressing close as you drag him along, "happy to get on my knees now if you need me to prove it, know quite a few people would be dying to see me do it too."

"You're incorrigible," you take a sharp turn back to your little booth.

"Two on your right, one ahead, three behind staring at you like they'd do the same." Price lists, "you think I don't want to rip their fucking eyes out?"

"I wasn't cursing her." You huff.

"If you think that's going to save you, you'd better start trying a different line," Price hums happily. He's never had someone kill for him without orders before. It's rather nice. Your table cloth would probably hide him if he crawled under there, right?

#cod x reader #x reader #x oc #cod x oc #1fae1 #captain john price #captain price mw2 #captain price #captain john price x reader #captain price x reader #john price #john price x reader #cod price #fae!price #price x witch #oc: witch #shes mad mad

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mediumgayitalian · 20 hours

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fic rec friday 17

hi!! welcome to fic rec friday. every week, i pick five fics i have bookmarked and rec them with a little review. check them out!

Drew Tanaka's True Love Connections by @buoyantsaturn

Will smiled. "I have an appointment next door with the, uh… Matchmaker lady?” He winced at his own awkwardness, trying to bite back the embarrassment he felt. “Well, actually my friend set it up for me, but-- Sorry, do you know anything about her? The matchmaker lady, not my friend, I mean. I’m just not sure what to expect, you know? I’ve never, uh, done something like this before.”

THIS WAS SO SICK I LOVED IT!!!!!! flowershop au with a twist oh yes ma’am. also im so pumped drew was in this every time i see her im like hello my love how are you

2. just desserts by @thegoldenappleofdiscord

It’s just a cupcake, Nico reminds himself. Surely that justifies breaking into the infirmary at the break of dawn. or: nico's love language is baking and will solace gets a lot of cake as a result.

end note hate me GIGGGGLIIING. also i am OBSESSED with this author but i haven’t read the solangelo book yet so i haven’t read a lot of her stuff and i’m DYING to. this was as sweet as nico's baking fr!! i'm writing less of a note on this fic (altho i love it) bc the WORDS i have to say about the next one,,,

3. caught in the river of tears that i cried by @thegoldenappleofdiscord*

In all honesty, it was really for the best that Will didn’t think about all the strange things that sometimes happened around him. After all, his mama had more than enough on her plate already. He was a good kid, and it was best everything stayed as it were. (Though admittedly, the flock of flesh-eating maniac pigeons, men with hooves, and the growing darkness in his veins might just make this a tiny bit more difficult than he anticipated) or: will can only push down a part of him for so long (will has plague powers, but he's known it from the very start.)

UPDATE WHEN UPDATE WHEN UPDATE WHEN REESE PLEASE 😭😭i am genuinely so obsessed with this fic and the WAY everything is woven together....like fear is a driving force!! you can feel it!! this is one of those starred fics fr bc it Changed the way i wrote and characterized will. he is fr a character who has been controlled by fear his Whole life actually. of the world and what it takes from him. of the Fates that do not care for your fragile love. of the things they are forced to do. of the precarity of life. and perhaps most intimately and ardently Himself, and the abilities he does not want to have, the life he does not want to live. the parts of himself that do not fit in the mold he has Built for himself and Forced himself into. and this fic shows that so so beautifully like this story is Woven.....i think about it literally all the time it's insane

4. a handful of almosts by @thegoldenappleofdiscord

He’d said it so easily: “Best friends don’t do that to each other, Will.” It had been a throwaway comment after Will decimated him in a card game, which was usually Nico’s forte. Following that had been a furious, “Besides, it’s war. Entirely luck-based. Winning this game doesn’t mean anything. Stop laughing – why the hell are you laughing?” He’d mostly been laughing because of Nico’s expression – eyebrows drawn tight, mouth twisted in an adorable scowl – but also because of the sudden elation pumped into him like helium. They were best friends – and maybe someone else would be hopeful for more, and maybe one day he'll pursue it (he did want it, had wanted it for a long time) but for now, he’s content where they are, sitting in Nico’s room and cursing at each other through a deck of cards. or: 5+1 of will solace being a pining loser

A HANDFUL OF ALMOSTS!!! WHAT!!! every once and a while u just hit a title that Hits u u know. like a handful of almosts. yeah. what a deeply poignant and tragic thing. how fitting for the pjoverse, a universe of people who are haunted by their almosts. god. and then to turn around and make this story FLUFFY?? MAKE IT THE CUTEST THING IN THE WORLD??? "will solace and his rose coloured glasses" REESE!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!

5. Damage Control by @nikkira

“I couldn’t save Lee. I couldn’t save Michael. I couldn’t save Silena.” “You saved Annabeth when she was stabbed, right? And Annabeth was kind of imperative to the whole saving the world effort. The people you save go on to do things and help people and save people. When you lose someone, you lose them. But when you save someone, you save a dozen more people.”

"i dream of the people i could not save. they're mad at me." oh i am UNWELL. ill i tell you. i read this line and had to sit down for a little while like actually. one thing about will solace is that he never stops punishing himself and no one got that like this fic nine years ago

thank you for joining me this friday!! happy reading!!

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✧.* BABY PIASTRI

synopsis - in which everyone speculates whether you and Oscar have had your baby or not (Oscar Piastri x Wife/Model!reader)

before you continue: pls reblog and follow if you enjoyed! my requests are open, pop in anytime <3

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yourusername baby daddy 🤤

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yourfan1 HAVE YOU HAD THE BABY???

↳ yourfan2 Right?!? We NEED Confirmation!!!

↳ oscarfan1 you don’t need anything. let them set their own pace

landonorris that smirk tho

↳ yourusername so hot right?

↳ landonorris the hottest

oscarfan2 the anticipation is killing me! is it a boy or a girl?

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oscarpiastri baby mama 🥵

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oscarfan3 she doesn’t look pregnant there 👀

↳ yourfan3 let’s not speculate on a woman’s body thanks

oscarfan4 what’s the baby’s name? 🥰

yourusername I love you!

↳ oscarpiastri I love you more 😘

↳ landonorris stop being so cute im going to throw up

yourfan5 name a prettier woman

↳ yourfan5 that’s right, you can’t

gigihadid pretty girl! 🫶

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oscarpiastri dad life 😎🐥

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oscarfan5 babe wake up, we got confirmation on baby piastri!!

yourfan6 congratulations!! so happy for yall

charles_leclerc seems like a nice life

↳ oscarpiastri it’s the best, I recommend 😉

yourusername my sexy man 🤤

↳ yourfan7 y/ns ready for baby number 2 by the looks of it 😂

yourusername also THIS was your idea?

↳ oscarpiastri It did the job right? Everyone knows we’ve had the baby now 😃

↳ oscarfan7 I have a feeling y/n won’t be trusting Oscar with any future announcements anymore 😂

landonorris urm photo creds?

↳ yourusername I should’ve known you’d help him with his plan 😂

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MODEL Y/N AND OSCAR PIASTRI ANNOUNCE BABY ARRIVAL IN HILARIOUS INSTAGRAM POST

The speculation is over! After weeks of swirling rumors and eager fan speculation, F1 sensation Oscar Piastri and supermodel Y/N have joyfully confirmed the arrival of their first child. The couple, known for their playful and private relationship, took to Instagram in true Oscar fashion with a post that left fans both laughing and overjoyed.

In a post that quickly went viral, Oscar Piastri shared a snapshot that epitomizes his unique sense of humor. The photo features Oscar reclining in an ice bath, looking every bit the doting father surrounded by a collection of bright yellow rubber ducks. The cheeky caption read, “Dad life 😎🐥”, a perfect blend of coolness and whimsy that fans have come to expect from the Australian racing star.

The image, posted late last night, immediately sparked a flurry of congratulatory messages from fans and fellow celebrities alike. Followers were quick to point out the cleverness of the reveal, with many applauding the couple’s decision to maintain their privacy while also sharing their joy in such a lighthearted manner.

Y/N, who has been relatively low-key on social media during the pregnancy, reposted the image on her own Instagram story, adding a heart emoji and the simple caption, “Our little duckling 🐥��️”. The subtle, sweet addition was enough to melt hearts around the globe, cementing the couple’s place as one of the most adored pairs in the celebrity world.

The announcement comes after months of speculation, as eagle-eyed fans had been piecing together clues from Y/N’s and Oscar’s social media posts and public appearances. The couple, who are high school sweethearts and got married last year, have always been somewhat private about their personal lives, often dodging direct questions about their relationship in interviews. Their decision to keep the pregnancy under wraps until now has been met with a mix of curiosity and respect from the public.

The lighthearted and unconventional nature of their announcement has only endeared them further to their followers. “This is peak Oscar,” one fan commented. “Only he would announce becoming a dad with a bunch of rubber ducks. Love it!”

Fellow F1 drivers were also quick to react, with many taking to social media to congratulate their colleague. Lewis Hamilton posted a series of laughing emojis and the comment, “Mate, this is brilliant. Congrats!” Meanwhile, Sergio Pérez shared the post on his story, adding, “Welcome to the club, Oscar! So happy for you and Y/N.”

Y/N’s friends from the modeling world also chimed in with their well-wishes. Supermodel and close friend Gigi Hadid commented, “So happy for you both! Can’t wait to meet the little one 🐣❤️.” Other notable names like Kendall Jenner and Hailey Bieber also left congratulatory messages, highlighting the couple’s wide circle of supportive friends.

While details about the baby’s name and gender remain under wraps, sources close to the couple suggest that both mother and baby are healthy and doing well. It’s been reported that the couple is currently enjoying some much-needed family time away from the public eye, focusing on bonding with their new arrival.

Oscar Piastri’s journey to fatherhood marks another exciting chapter in his already impressive career. The 23-year-old has been making waves in the Formula 1 world, known for his fierce competitiveness and undeniable talent on the track. His personal life, however, has remained a refreshing blend of humor and humility, as evidenced by this recent announcement.

Y/N, who has graced the covers of countless fashion magazines and walked the runways for top designers, has also been balancing her career and personal life with grace and style. The couple’s shared values and mutual support have made them a power duo, both in their professional and personal lives.

As the news continues to spread, fans eagerly await more updates from the couple, hoping for a glimpse into their life as new parents. For now, the iconic ice bath photo with its playful rubber ducks will remain a delightful and heartwarming reminder of this special moment.

In a world often dominated by glitz and glamour, Oscar and Y/N’s announcement is a breath of fresh air, reminding everyone that sometimes, the simplest and silliest moments are the ones that matter the most.

Congratulations to the happy couple on their new adventure into parenthood!

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#f1 fanfic #formula one smau #f1 x reader #formula one x reader #oscar piastri fanfic #oscar piastri smau #oscar piastri social media au #oscar piastri smut #oscar piastri fluff #f1 smau

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dancing with your ghost — s.reid (dwyg series masterlist here)

summary: spencer reid struggles to come to terms that you, the one he was supposed to marry, to have and to hold, died in his place. (based off the song sasha alex sloan!)

a/n: this is an au that i adore so if you have any ideas for it please let me know!

cw/tw: spencer struggling with reader’s death. no graphic violence (fem!reader)

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

“reid,” jj’s voice called out as she rushed to catch up with spencer as he made his way to the kitchen. “are you sure you’re okay to be here? you don’t have to come back yet — you can still have more time if you need it—” jj stopped, noticing the amount of coffee that spencer was pouring himself before looking up at his face, and noticing the dark purple circles under his eyes. she sighed.

“spence — i’m telling you this as a friend, not a coworker, okay?” jj looked for any sort of recognition from her friend, but continued even after receiving none. “you’re not ready to be back here. you may think you are, and think that staying off longer is selfish, but it’s not. do you hear me?”

spencer barely spares the blonde a glance before walking away, back to his desk, coffee in one hand and the file that he hadn’t taken his eyes off since he got it in the other. everywhere he went, he took it with him, searching for answers whilst simultaneously trying to figure out if there were any questions he missed as well.

jj follows him to his desk, taking away the file from his grasp. “spencer reid don’t you walk away from me when i am trying to help you.”

“jj,” spencer speaks up — his voice sounding dry from lack of use and not enough water, “give that back.”

“absolutely not. i have the right mind to give this to hotch so he can not only remind you that you are not on this case, and shouldn’t be having anything to do with it, but also that you shouldn’t be here at all. you haven’t had a psych eval or even any counselling spencer — you must know how important it is for you to have that right? surely there’s a few statistics floating in your brain.”

jj takes a deep breath, looking around the near empty office. it was late — so late that soon it was to become ‘early’. she had watched for hours from her desk the shell of the once put together man she called a friend. she watched as he glanced longingly at your desk, and looked towards the picture frame there that held a picture of the two of you that you had taken after one of your first dates.

“i know that you loved her spence — we all did — but this is not the way to go about it—” jj stopped talking, her hand going to her mouth as spencer pulled a ring out of the top drawer of his desk.

“is that?” spencer nodded.

“she was going to marry me — said yes and everything. we were going to start dropping hints this week to see who would figure it out first. we had bets on who would go the longest without noticing.”

jj barely noticed her own tears rolling down her face, let alone spencer’s. after a moment of silence, jj spoke up.

“who did she think would go the longest?” spencer smirked slightly. it wasn’t a particularly large smile, but still the most jj had seen in weeks.

“well morgan, obviously.”

jj let out a watery laugh.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

a/n 2: this is a re upload from a few months ago!! i literally do not remember writing this but i do have a few other parts of it that i’m going to upload later! sending my love <3

spence taglist (lmk if you want to be added!); @maroon-winestain @loveeharrington @garfieldsladybird @rotten1angel @tracymbcm @fclklqre

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #dr spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x you #spencer reid imagine #doctor spencer reid #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fandom #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fic #bau team #criminal minds fanfic #spencer reid angst #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fluff

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daintylovers · 3 days

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hi love! maybe a Spencer Reid request where reader is obsessed with collecting trinkets, calico critters, and/or sonny angels. He doesn’t understand it until he opens one himself and then gets obsessed too. Maybe it becomes their thing after a bad case/tiring day?

don’t know if you’ll see this but ty if you do <3

aaahhhhh i love sonny angels!!! i used to have a cherry one on my phone case named soda pop- but he got decapitated when i dropped him too many times :(

so, because i am self-indulgent- sonny angels win!

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he notices one day, the little baby figurine on your desk. it's new, with bunny ears on its head. his first instinct is that it's a toy for jack. but jack comes and goes that day, and the trinket is still in the same spot.

he wants to ask, maybe it slipped your mind, but holds himself back. it's none of his business. except- a few days later- he spots that penelope has one of the things in her lair. and luckily for him, penelope is always eager to share her findings. so he asks.

apparently, they were called "sonny angels"?? she tells him how they are adorable little collectibles that come in hundreds of different variations. and it's a mystery each time.

a few more days pass after that, filled with the angst of a case gone awry. spence had been tense the whole time, the case hitting too close to home. but with you by his side- he felt like he could manage just a little better.

the next day he comes into the office, two coffees in hand. one for him, and one for you. it was his little way of saying thank you for being there for him. he wasn't too great at voicing his feelings, especially the sappy ones. so he liked to stick to acts of service and gift-giving. he placed the coffee on your desk, then made his way over to his corner.

except, this time he had a little gift wrapped package square in the center of his desk. it was shoddily wrapped, and he wondered who it was from. for a brief second, his overactive imagination tried to convince him it was going to be something gruesome. some crazed lunatic dropping off a finger or a miniature bomb. maybe he should lay off the caffeine after all?

but when he saw you trying to subtly watch him from your desk- he knew he was safe. written on the wrapping was a little note saying, "this is for you, stalker. thanks for being an angel."

he unwrapped it as delicately as possible, wanting to save the note for his box of sentiments at home. just because he couldn't voice the feeling well, didn't mean it wasn't there for him. once he finished, one of the little angel babies was looking back at him.

his heart did a stupid little flutter. he had been asking around, partly because he was looking for himself, but also because he was looking for you. he had wanted to get matching ones or something, not really sure how the whole concept worked.

he opened up the box and saw a head of hydrangeas peeking out.

you watched as he pulled the exact one you were hoping he would pull, and couldn't contain yourself any longer.

bounding over to his desk, bouncing on the tips of your toes you said, "hey- where did you get that?"

he matched your cheeky smile, "not sure, maybe pen? she has one of these on her desk too."

"oh, whatever. she told me you were asking around about my little white rabbit over there. so i decided to save you the hassle."

he just laughed with you, "thank you. but seriously, where do you get these?"

"no way, i can't reveal my secrets."

morgan and emily, interested in the commotion from the other side of the room wandered over to the pair of you.

"wait, how come i don't have one of these little guys?"

safe to say, that in the coming weeks, everyone was sporting little sonny angels on their desks.

but spencer and you continued the little tradition. after a tough case, or even just a bad day, whoever was hurting more would receive a little gift.

you- being a tad dramatic, had more bad days than spencer. so he stuck to his coffee-giving habit for you.

while spence tended to rarely show his bad days. but when he did, he knew that the next day, a new angel would appear on his desk.

#quick blurb #reader insert #fic rec #spencer reid x you #spencer reid headcanon #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #fiction #fanfic #x reader

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koolades-world · 1 day

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Heyy happy 2k followers man! Well deserved 🎉🎉

Can I request Asmodeus with prompt number 7? Thank you and congratulations on 2k once again!

thank you! of course i can!

you guys obviously haven't seen the rest of the requests yet but this event is telling me you guys really love asmo. i did not anticipate him being the most requested, but i don't mind writing more for him outside of this event if that's what the people want :)

enjoy <3

prompt 7 w/ Asmo

"Mc? Where are you? It's almost time to go! You know the party doesn't start until we get there." Asmo yelled out, searching the halls of the HoL looking for you. He'd checked your room and didn't find you, so instead, he decided to check the bathroom. He'd told you you could get ready in his bathroom, but you'd insisted you wanted your outfit to be a surprise.

"Asmo. I'm in here!" He was surprised to hear your voice coming from Mammon's room. That disheartened him a little, but he entered nonetheless. Mammon was actually nowhere to be found, but you were seated at his vanity, all your things scattered around on the table.

"What're you doing in here, you cutie? You look fabulous." He gave you a side hug, scanning your face.

"Thank you! I thought really hard about how to match this necklace." You placed a hand on your neck, showing off the centerpiece of your outfit. "Mammon wanted to go shower, so I just offered we swap places since all I needed was a mirror to do my hair." You resumed what you were doing before he walked in.

Asmo studied your outfit, admiring the color coordination and the way you used what you had available, but he eventually just started admiring you. You were more focused on what you were doing, but he was enthralled with you. The way you squinted a little when you focused and the way you unconsciously furrowed your eyebrows was endearing to him. He enjoyed these moments of peace with you before going out. While he lovingly stared at you, he realized the odd familiarity your outfit brough him.

"Is that my shirt?" He had given you free access to his closet, but this would be the first time you'd actually taken him up on that offer.

"It is! It was the last piece to my perfect outfit. Hope you don't mind." You beamed at him. He couldn't have been more happy.

"Do I! Of course I don't. You look absolutely darling in that shirt. In fact, I'm tempted to let you keep it, because you wear it better," he squealed. He plopped down in your lap and set his head on your shoulder. You looped one arm around him as best as you could to hold him in place. He loved the way you looked when you laughed.

"No, you should keep it so I always have an excuse to slip into your room." You continued fixing your hair as the two of you chatted.

"You're always welcome in my room silly." He wouldn't lie, he wanted you in his room every chance he got so he got all the time he wanted with you for himself.

"That's true. Still, keep the shirt. I think it looks cuter on you. Nobody can wear anything better than you." The way you smiled at him made him feel like he was the only demon in the Devildom.

"You know the way right to my heart! As long as you promise to come borrow it frequently." He conceded to you. He always caved to your demands.

"Cross my heart and hope to die." He knew that that was a human saying. He still didn't full understand it, but he recognized the emotion infused within in it. The way you said the words was more than enough for him to know what you wanted to convey to him.

"Ah, I just adore you. We're late to that party by now, but that's fine. We're fashionably late, and besides, I'd skip any party to spend time with you." He began to play with the baby hairs at the back of your neck, sighing contently. He hoped you understood the meaning behind his words. He was far too scared to say the L word, afraid of scaring you off, but he always tried his best in his actions to help you understand his words unspoken.

As if you heard what he was thinking, you said, "I feel the same. If you wouldn't mind, do you think we could just sit like this for a little bit longer? I love us time." Asmo felt his heart catch in this throat at the mention of the very word he was petrified of using.

"Yes, but not too long. I don't want Mammon to ruin this moment. We can canoodle at the party too, you know." He remembered at some point that they were in Mammon's room, and that he could be back at any moment. He'd for sure break up the fun they were having.

"I have an idea, then. Hang on tight." The last thing he was expecting was for you to get a tighter grip on him and stand up with him in your arms. He playfully shrieked and used that excuse to huddle closer to you. He loved you, in a way he'd never knew he could love before. He just never anticipated it would be a human that made him feel the way he did. It didn't matter to him though. Perhaps someday he could muster up the courage to utter those three simple words to you.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me x reader #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date #obey me! shall we date?

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sunnyangy · 1 day

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(any wind breaker writers deserves 🩷🩷🩷and u love ur writing so much!)

Can I request one with Umemiya and reader —already together—but somehow Bofurin members never knew he has a girlfriend? So when reader comes around the school or when they’re helping people they get curious about who this girl is around their leader??

Meeting Fuurin 🍃

- Umemiya 🌱

Umemiya had a girlfriend. A beautiful and adorable girlfriend that he loved with all of his heart. Yet, somehow, no one knew. No one knew he spent his time with a girl, no one knew he was already taken and happy in his relationship.

So when he arrived by the main entrance, next to a girl, their hands in each other’s and fingers intertwined, all of the eyes turned to them. Every gaze was wide and curious, everyone whispering among them at who this girl could be. She didn’t wear Fuurin’s uniform, and wore more like a normal sweater with some jeans. Some of them recognized one of Umemiya’s weird inscription sweater. Like « grilled beef », those. Umemiya seemed to talk with the girl, a big smile plastered on his face, as he kept laughing and leaning down to tease her.

This girl was you. You worked in Umemiya’s favorite flower shop, making the bouquets. He met you when he came to grab flowers for Kotoha’s birthday, and hasn’t left your side ever since. You were now walking next to him in his school, next to the leader. You kind of felt like a queen with how everyone looked at you. He showed you around a bit before he took you to his office. There, he went over to his speaker and bent down on the desk.

« Hello everybody, members of Bofuurin ! Uhhhh.. Ah yeah, today we’re doing patrols and cleaning around the city ! Keep your usual groups, and we’ll get going in 15 minutes ! Aaalright that’s done, let’s eat »

He said as he then went back towards you and plopped down on the couch, opening his McDonalds bag. He gave you your part, and opened his burger. But quickly, his phone was blowing up.

Hiiragi : Hajime who’s that ??

Sakura : WHO TF IS THAT ??

DiCaprio : why didn’t you tell us ?

Niiireiii <3 : it’s so cuteeee is it your girlfriend ?

Sugishita : *seen*

He laughed a bit and answered quickly, munching on his fries as you snuggled against him and ate your chicken nuggets.

Ume : Yeah ofc it’s my girlfriend, you didn’t know ??

He then put his phone aside again, and kept eating. When your meal was finished, he sighed and looked at you.

« Alright, they’re already gone by now so let’s go together around the city and help the different groups okay ? »

And just like that, you two walked hand in hand again around the city. You went towards every group you saw, helping them to whatever task they got assigned. The students were apparently cautious around you, being very polite, helping you but without approaching too much, by fear that Umemiya would take it as advances towards you. They quickly understood that you were in fact Umemiya’s girlfriend, by how he held your waist, or just always had a hand on you, always needing a bit of physical contact. It was even clearer when he would hug you and spin you around, kissing you while he laughed and rubbed his face against your hair or your shoulder. Almost all of the groups had the same reactions, being cautious but respectful. Butttt there was Sakura. Sakura had troubles around love situations, and was blushing like a tomato when you came with Umemiya. He was shouting at you, and was in fact not very kind. You didn’t really know he was just like that and it wasn’t personal, so you kinda shut off, feeling rejected. Umemiya immediately saw it. And it was the first time they ever saw him be serious with a Fuurin student. He grabbed Sakura’s sleeve, pulling him aside. He looked at him with eyes that made his blood run cold.

« Sakura. I understand that this is the way you are, but don’t. Ever. talk like that again to her. She doesn’t know you like we do. She isn’t in Fuurin’s spirit. Got it ?. »

It’s also the first time they ever saw Sakura surrender to Umemiya. He quickly nodded, keeping his mouth shut as he went back to his task. Umemiya recovered his bubbly and cheerful demeanor, walking back to you and giving you a tight hug, kissing your forehead.

« Alright that was the last one, let’s go home and watch something while eating snacks ! »

And since that day, you became like a part of Fuurin, everyone knew you, and you were the only one around who Sakura was calm. (you were known for that more than being Ume’s gf tbh)

tysm for your request and your kind comment !! i’m glad people like my writing <3

#anime fluff #fluff #wind breaker #windbreaker #windbreaker fluff #hajime umemiya #windbreaker umemiya #umemiya fluff

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pacienties · 15 hours

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Idk if you the song one of the girls but could you possibly write something based off of it with emo txt?

— emo rockstar txt!

warnings <3: mean txt but has a soft spot for reader, smut!, !cursing, inexperienced reader that’s sweet ): (inspired by a bunch of songs by the weeknd but mainly just one of the girls!), mentions of party, drugs snd sex basically, praise!

a/n <3: i love the weeknd..

you absolutely hated concerts, parties, packed public spaces basically anything that wasn’t the comfort of your pink bedroom.

another thing you hated was your lack of being able to stand up for yourself, naturally being a submissive and quiet person. often stumbling on your words making you curse at yourself internally.

tonight was especially one of the those nights were you actually wished you had a back bone and was able to say no to your small handful of friends because now you’re at one of those groupie parties you always feared of going to

you heard all of those horror stories where groupies go to dangerous lengths just to sleep with their favorite boybands and you were afraid of getting peer pressured into doing those scary acts to be quite frank seeing how reckless your small friend group was

“oh come on y/n don’t be a fucking pussy the guys here are hot” “i don’t know guys what if we get drugged and like taken advantage of?” you’d say your tears glistening with tears out of genuine worry ):

“you’re seriously wearing that? it looks like you’re heading to your elementary school graduation ceremony and your fucking mom dressed you up y/n. here wear this and take off those ridiculous ribbons in your hair what are you five?” your friend hands you a black slip on dress with a disgusted look on her face

“w-what’s wrong with my look? i think it looks okay” you’d frown looking down at your outfit, you were wearing a mini ruffle skirt with a baby long sleeve tee topping it off with your signature matching ribbons and stockings ):

“okay we’re here now don’t embarrass me yeah? find some guy to fuck i don’t care but when txt shows up pretend you don’t know me” your friend applies lip gloss on herself trying to hide a laugh at your high top converse

you nodded your head, blinking confused because you really didn’t know who tomorrow x together was

“come with me” you heard a deep raspy voice boom in your ears somehow loud enough to hear through the loud music playing throughout the house

you nodded your head slowly, once again being a follower who always follows the rules even if it was for a complete total stranger

“is this your first groupie party pretty?” the about 6ft foot emo boy whom you had no idea who he was spoke once he sat you down on a couch next to him

“yes i was really nervous to come here” you’d blush embarrassed to admit that out loud

the older male only smirked at your response, the drugs in his system making him even more attracted to you despite you both being strangers to each other

“is that so princess? let me guess you’re nervous to be alone with me too? i mean a cute girl like you doesn’t really belong at this type of party huh” the txt member (of your choice) would coo at you finding your nervousness adorable

you nodded cheeks feeling so hot you felt like you were going to explode; “you’re so cute” you’d hear the man beside you chucks as he lightly traced the skin on your thigh his hand reaching dangerously close to your clothed core

you’d shiver, “th-thank you” you let out a gasp feeling the emo male press light kisses on your neck

“relax baby im just making you feel good” you’d feel the older boy lightly pin you down on the couch beneath you making you shiver in fear

you felt scared to be hooking up with a total stranger, but at the same time you were excited

you let out a squeak as you felt a rough kiss being planted on your lips; the emo boy swirling his tongue desperately in your mouth just to get a taste of your candy flavored lips

“shit you’re so tight don’t tell me you’re a virgin” the rockstar above you grunts jackhammering his cock so aggressive in your cunt making you yelp

“i am” you whined squeezing onto the male’s board shoulders not used to the stretch

“gonna let me cum inside you baby?” the rockstar panted his hips stuttering so much at the feeling of you closing up on him

you nod your head, whimpering as you felt your orgasm wash over your body. this whole situation feeling like some type of blur before you felt yourself pass out possibly due to the drugs in your system.

“is that txt’s hoodie you have on?” you hear your friend shout causing you to wake up from the sound of her voice

“who?” you’d mutter yawning stretching your limbs

“oh come on i just told you who they were yesterday y/n but anyways how’d you get the hoodie? it’s wore by only members of the band” your friend raises a brow in confusion

you’d flush, “last night i was cold and this guy i hooked up with gave me his jacket to keep warm”

your friend gasps happy for you; “oh my god you got laid?!”

you’d whine, “it’s not that big of a deal we’re in college now after all”

your friend nods stopping her teasing, “right okay but who was the guy?”

you’d shrug, “im not sure he just had jet black hair, about 6 foot and korean? deep voice too”

“oh my god y/n you fucked a txt member!” your friend was giggling in delight

“oh” was all you said giggling as well

a/n: im obsessed with playing the last of us..

#angelina’s garden ♡!#coquette #emo x coquette #txt x reader #emo boyfriend #txt #txt x y/n #txt headcanons #txt reactions #txt imagines #txt kai #txt soobin #txt yeonjun #txt smut #rockstar bf

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