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crabcollectorskykid · 1 year

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Aonung x male reader.

So…You know how every metkayina has a spirit sister or brother. Well…The reader was writing a book about the fauna and flora of the reef and he stumbled across Aonung spririt brother with the tracker the humans shot to the tulkun. He takes it out and starts a conversation with Aonung Spirit brother and he thanks the reader for Saving him. Then the reader returns and stumbles across Aonung and mentions saving a Tulkun. Aonung is impressed and finally recognizes his feelings for the reader. Then when the tulkun come back to metkayina home, Aonung reunites with his spirit brother and he mentions a male na’vi that saves his life. Then Aonung starts to gush and simp about the reader to his tulkun. Then he realizes that the reader saved his spirit brother and Aonung asked his brother for advice on what to do about his feelings. His spirit brother tells him to confess, but Aonung says that the reader is not one of emotions. His spirit brother tells him that the boy loves him back. Then he find later the reader writing on the cove of ancestors and he confess.

I apologize if it’s quite long. I like to be detailed so the writers don’t suffer.

Aonung x M!reader

Genre: angst/fluff

Pronouns: he/him

Warnings: reader gets injured while saving the tulkun, mentions of a strict father, and SPOILERS

Okay imagine how much strength reader has because, do you know how many people it took to take off the tracker from lo'aks tulkun? Also sorry if this is a bit bad. Another sorry because I might have changed things a bit, and there's a bit of Tsiyera x reader but mainly focus on aonung x reader

Fem aligned readers DNI

After (___) finished doing his last task, he quickly went to his marui and took his handmade journal. He had his afternoon all to himself and what better way to spend it than to write things about the fauna and flora of the reef, he called his ilu and went outside the reef. He found an isolated island a bit far from the village, it's the perfect place for him to relax without being disturbed.

"Finally I can continue writing." He said sighing in relief, his father finally let him have a break which was a relief. You loved your father but he doesn't usually give you a break instead he puts you into adult activities to "strengthen" your body and core. Of course it worked but you're still young, a teen to be precise. A teen who also needs a break, you understand that your father just wants you to be prepared for being a future warrior but you still need a break from this problems.

"....Ahh!-enough negative thoughts, I need to continue writing." And so you did..until you were interrupted by a loud cry of a sea animal, the cry was familiar almost as if it was a.."A TULKUN-" you cared about tulkuns alot. You had one before but..he died, so you didn't hesitate to try and look for it.

You made clicking sounds to call for your ilu, the loud cry was close so it didn't take long for you to find the tulkun "hey hey, calm down. I'm not gonna hurt you." You said to the tulkun swimming towards it trying to find the reason why it was crying out loud, and oh boy did you winched at the sight of a large tracker sticked to the skin of the tulkun "oh,oh boy. D-dont worry, surely we'll find a way to take thing thing out." You said trying to calm you and the tulkun, once you tried pulling it out you realized it might take more to take the thing out.

"Zazu come here boy." You called your ilu and wrapped a rope around it, you wrapped the rope on the part where it doesn't hurt so your ilu won't be in pain "alright go as hard and fast as you can once I say go, alright?" Your ilu flapped it's fins in acknowledge and counted to 3 "1,2,3 GO!" You yelled as tried to pull the tracker off the tulkun as hard as you can, it move a bit but it wasn't enough. You thought this situation couldn't get any worse..well it did cause you saw a ship coming towards making you panic "s-shit! Go GO, WE NEED TO PULL HARDER" you panicked pulling the tracker as hard as you can, your ilu swimming as fast as it could hoping it would help.

The ship started to get closer which made you panic more, the tracker started to slide off bit by bit until it finally came off. "GO, HURRY!" you told the tulkun while you swam towards your ilu and took the ropes off, your ilu swam as fast as he could trying to lose the crab like machines that was chasing them. You decided to go and hide in the seaweed jungle hoping they'll get lost but luck wasn't by your side this time. The sky people kept appearing infront of you and beside you making things a bit hard.

So you quickly went out the seaweed jungle and went to the corals to hide. Again they found you and you already lost your ilu, their machines were strong enough to destroy the corals in their way and you are running out of breath. The corals edges gave you some cuts but you weren't focused on that right now, you were focused escaping but you just found a dead end. You gave up, you were gonna die from the lack of air or drowned so why bother. You were gonna die.

Sike-lmao tulkuns came and attacked the sky people but before you passed out one of them swam to the very top carrying you on their fin, you muttered a little 'thank you' before you passed out.

Part 2? KIDDING-

You soon woke up from the waves hitting your face making you choke a bit, you were laying on a rock and it was pretty dark. You finally noticed the cuts all around your body making you winched at the sight "oww...wait shi-ZAZU? ZAZU?!" you tried calling for your ilu not because you wanted to go home but because you were worried something happened to your beloved ilu, "Aish, how am I gonna go home now.." you said looking around for a solution.

You sat down trying to think of a solution that is until a loud call of your name was heard, at first you thought it was just your imagination but the second time you heard it you started yelling back "Hey-HEY IM OVER HERE!!!" you yelled as loud as you can hoping they would hear you, you saw a glimpse of an ilu swimming towards you and you immediately knew who it was "zazu! zazu, I'm so glad you're okay boy!" You said going near your ilu, soon after your father swam towards you "(___)! There you are, we have been looking all over for you!" Your father said hugging you. You were honestly suprised he hugged you but you hugged back, enjoying the affection.

"what happened to you?! Why are you covered in cuts?!" Your father said examining your body "I uh..I can't recall.." you said feeling a bit lightheaded "(___), are you okay?" He asked, you didn't get to answer because you suddenly passed out. The last thing you heard was your father calling out your name.

The light of the sun woke you up and you felt like...shit. "ughh, my body hurtss" you groaned catching the attention of the people in the marui, you tried to sit up but a hand stopped you from doing so "do not sit up yet, you're hurt." The oh so familiar voice made you open your eyes "aonung?! W-what are you doing here?" You asked a bit shocked to see him, he sat down beside you and giggled "what does it look like? I'm visiting you..well not just me my uh parents are also here to see you." He admitted your eyes finally shot up wide open and looked behind him to see the olo'eyktan and the tsahik. Out of instinct you quickly sat up and bowed to them, soon followed by the stings of your wounds by the sudden movement "ow ow ow owwww" you whined placing a hand on your back.

"(___) drop down the formalities you don't have to act like that when nobody is around." tonowari said Ronal nodding in agreement, Tsiyera sat down to your side quickly "I'm glad you're awake (___), do you need something?" Tsiyera asked you shook your head "I'm fine but if I'm allowed to ask, uncle,auntie may I ask why you guys are also here?" You asked politely your father was very close to the olo'eyktan and the tsahik you heard that your father was close friends with them so you considered them as your auntie and uncle "what? Am I not allowed to know if my friend's son is okay?" He joked a bit "half of the reason is that but I'm just here to ask on what made you get into this situation, why did we found you injured" he asked, you hesitated to tell him "the sky people were attacking a tulkun, so I saved it but..the sky people chased after me."

You tried to recall your memory "I tried to lose them in the seaweed jungle but their machines were fast and almost caught me then lost my ilu." The people in your listened but aonung was fuming in anger because of what the sky people had done to you, how dare they try to capture you and the tulkuns and to put you in this kind of state. He swore once he find those who tried to hurt you, he will pay them back after what they did.

"I got most of the scratches from the corals but some of it were from the spears thrown at me. The tulkuns saved me and now I'm here." You ended, the family looked at you with pity "you had done a good deed, but right now you need rest brave warrior" Ronal said tonowari nodded, they decided it's time to leave but aonung saved "is something wrong, Nung?" You used the nickname he oh so loved, but what caught you suprised was when he hugged you "I'm just glad your alive and okay.." it took you a few seconds to process what was happening and hugged back "mhm, me too."

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Its been a few days since the incidents and aonung had been VERY protective of you, he would not let you leave the marui and monitored your wounds 24/7 "Nung...seriously I'm okay, you dont have to worry about me." You said dumbfounded at aonung who tending your wounds "not after the stunt you made, I am not gonna let you out of my sight until you are FULLY okay." He said after finishing tending your wounds.

It's been a few days and you manage to sneek out of your marui and went to the isolated island where you saved the tulkun, yes yes it might be dangerous but you were hoping to meet the tulkun you just saved. And you were right, you found it there chilling so you swam with your ilu towards it "hey! We meet again, how are you?" You signed to the tulkun "indeed we meet again and I'm doing alright, I should be the one asking you if you're alright. I saw how injured you looked before" the tulkun said and you giggled "yes yes, I'm alright now. A few scratches isn't gonna hurt me that much." You lied, oh boy You lied because it hurted so damn much you kept passing out from the pain.

"thank you for saving my life, I owe you for that. If you weren't there I don't think I would be having this conversation with you right now" the tulkun said "no worries, I wouldn't dare to leave a tulkun just like that." You signed back and you sighed "is something wrong?" The tulkun asked a bit worried about you "oh it's nothing, it's just..there's a boy I like but I don't know if he likes me back or not." You signed to him covering your face with your hands "I feel like he's out of my league, there's so many people in my clan who's a better mate than me. I can barely show my emotion. He's brave,caring,responsible,and a really funny guy. I don't wanna ruin my friendship with him." You said "is there a reason why you think he won't like you back?" The tulkun asked.

"he's gonna be the future olo'eyktan and I'm just..I'm just a warrior who scares and intimidate people alot because how I act." You admitted "you're much more than you think, you saved my life from the sky people with the help of your ilu and through your strategies, you risked your life to save mine you were willing to die just so you can save a tulkun's life." The tulkun continued "you're not just a warrior, you are a brave,smart,determined warrior not just a normal warrior." The tulkun said and you smiled "I guess you're right but I don't have the courage to tell my feelings for him, I don't wanna ruin my friendship with him." You noticed that it was getting dark "I need to go, it was nice talking to you brother" you said calling for ilu "I hope we meet again." The tulkun said

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You were kneeling on the floor with your father looking down on you "where were you." He said sternly, you looked at the ground and gulped "I went outside the reef to go hunting." You half truth, I mean it's true you went outside the reef but you didn't exactly tell the real reason why. Your father sighed "ma'itan you shouldn't be going outside the reef in that kind of state, what if the sky people found you again. What if they actually captured you." Your father said, you didn't say anything just looked down at the floor in shame, he sighed looking at his son with worry in his eyes "I'll let this one go this time, you are dismissed." Your father said and you quickly bowed and went outside.

You went away from the marui and exhaled in relief "what a relief." "Awh, looks like the brave warrior is afraid of his own father." Aonung appeared behind you startling you a bit "stop appearing behind me like that and you would get scared too if your father has that kind of stern look in their face." He laughed "I guess you're right." You two stopped talking and admired the eclipse, you noticed the hesitant look on aonung's face

"hey..you okay?" You asked you noticed his ears went down a bit and hesitated to tell you "you don't have to tell me if you don't want to-" he cut off your sentence "no it's okay it's just..what if they didn't find you, what if we found you too late.." he confessed, you were shocked. You don't usually see aonung this down, you're used seeing him all confident and demanding "well if I have to be honest, I don't think I would be here talking to you right now. I would be, dead." You answered his question straightforwardly "exactly! You would've died, I don't want to lose you yet. Not ever would I ever wanna lose you!" Needless to say you were a bit flustered on what he said but you didn't exactly show it, you held his hand and put it on your chest to where your heart is "I'm right here aonung alive and well, my heart is beating. Do not focus on the what ifs and focus on the present." Aonung frown turned into a teasing smirk "y'know you can't let go of my hand now, you can always ask me if you want me to touch your chest or something" he said in a teasing tone, (___) quickly slapped his hand away his way turning a bit purple "shut it." He quickly said aonung laughing in response.

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A quite snore was heard in a marui, but was quickly interrupted by someone body slammed their body on him, (___) groaned by the sudden body weight waking him up "ow, what the hell man." You groaned turning your body hoping it would make the person ontop of you leave you "wake up sleepyhead the tulkuns are here." Aonung said shaking (___) aggressively "I never thought aonung would act like this to someone, is the person special to him or something?" Lo'ak whispered to Tsiyera "that's (___) one of the best hunters in the village and the son of a well known warrior in the clan, he's our childhood friend too. I've always admired his leadership and confidence, no wonder our father took a liking to him." Tsiyera explained, the tone on her voice was painfully obvious that she admired (___) alot "you seem to like him alot." Neteyam said nudging his younger brother, he nudged back in response "yes I like him alot as a friend of course, why did you ask?" Tsiyera respond a bit oblivious "oh it's nothing." "OWWW-OKAY OKAY ILL GET UP STOP DRAGGING ME." you yelled at aonung who started to drag you by your feet, you quickly stood up and walk towards to Tsiyera "hey reya" you greeted Tsiyera using the nickname you used when you were young "and you guys must be the sully kids, pleasures to meet you." You greeted them, lo'ak glaring you a bit which was a bit confusing on why he glared at you "hurry up let's go!" Aonung said pushing you a bit "calm down, I'll go I'll go!"

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"hey, how come he isn't looking for his tulkun?" Lo'ak asked looking at (___) who was sitting on the net bridge looking at the people bonding with their tulkuns "ah..aonung should we tell him?" Tsiyera asked looking at aonung for an answer "we probably should or else he might bother (___)." Aonung said rolling when lo'ak glared at him "alright, you see (___)'s spirit died helping the other tukuns escaped but the life gives and takes. They gave the tulkuns the chance to escape but...they took (___) spirit brother's life.." Tsiyera said the mood feeling a bit tense and down "(___) demeanor changed at that time, the whole village was scared to talk to him or even look at him, even aonung was intimidated and scared of him." Tsiyera said "it's true." Aonung admitted "so tree boy if you're planning to ask (___) about this, consider that as a death wish from him." Aonung said looking at lo'ak who gulped from fear. "I should go accompany (___), I don't want him to feel lonely. Aonung are you gonna join me?" Tsiyera asked aonung who shook his head "no, I have to go see my spirit brother." Aonung said swimming away to find his spirit brother.

Aonung found his spirit brother and swam towards it "brother long time no see." He signed smiling happy to see his spirit brother after a long time "how are you?" Aonung asked "all is good but I almost got caught because of the sky people but a brave na'vi saved me." The tulkun responded "really?! Do you know who they are, I need to thank them for that." Aonung asked the tulkun who let out a cry "I forgot to ask his name but he looks like your childhood friend. How is he by the way?" The tulkun asked aonung "ah, a few weeks ago he saved a tulkun but he got a bit reckless and got himself injured badly, we thought he died when he passed out." Aonung signed the tulkun let out another cry signifying he was shocked "really? Can you explain the whole situation on how it happened" aonung nodded and explained the whole situation.

"(___) must be the one who saved me, the situation matches perfectly with mine." The tulkun let out a happy cry while aonung was in awe "well no wonder, he's (___) afterall the well known brave hunter in the village.He must've been so strong to pull that tracker of you, I guess the training paid off-i mean have you seen how toned and muscular his body is, geez I can go on talking about him." aonung said smiling giddly like a teenager who's high over heels for someone (to which he is.) The tulkun eyes squinted "you must really like him or have a crush on him, have you thought of confessing to him?" He asked aonung hesitated a bit and shook his head "he isn't really one with relationships and showing any emotions after y'know.." aonung admitted "ah..you might be wrong, brother he likes you he really does. We talked. A week ago and he told me how much he likes you but was afraid to ruin the friendship between you and him." The tulkun said while aonung stares at him a bit shocked "did he say anything about me?" Aonung asked a bit hesitant "of course, he told me how you were such a brave,responsible,and funny guy you are. I would've thought he would've told more if it wasn't going dark that time." Aonung smiled, a warm feeling in his heart started to appear "brother can you please help me how I should confess my feelings for him?"

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"Nung, care to tell me why you brought me here?" (___) asked a bit surprised aonung brought him to the cove of ancestors "(___) I've been meaning to tell you." Aonung was a bit hesitant to tell him which made the boy infront of him suspicious "yes?" Aonung held (___) arms and looked at him "(___), I love you. Will you be my mate!" Aonung spilled the beans and (___) was a bit shocked by the sudden confession "(___)? Are you okay?" Aonung asked a bit worried, (___) held aonung's cheek and gentle kissed him, the kiss was gentle and passionate once he pulled away he craved for more "..." "Of course, Ma aonung." Aonung took a few seconds to process things and tackled him into a hug making them fall.

Bonus:

"my spirit brother told me how much you liked me and acted like a teenager Head over heels for someone" aonung teased "I think you were the one head over heels, I saw how much you blushed whenever you talk about me. And it's cute how I can make you act like that." Aonung blushed and punched his shoulder slightly "oh shut up." "Make me."

I didn't think this would take this much time

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disaster-daydreams · 1 year

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See You Later pt. 9

Mammon (Obey Me! Shall We Date?) x GN!reader

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A/N - Okay so this isn't going to end sad I swear. It won't end with a pretty gold ribbon but I won't end sad. Anyways, I know I literally dropped off the face of the planet. Uh,,, I can't go into detail about what happened but basically I got my entire life yanked out from under me wHOO! But I also started college and uh,,, 15 hours with 9 of them being writing intensive? Not a good choice. But I'm an English major now!! And next semester will be easier.

CW! Trauma, and MC collapses. Also, crying, bc MC was laying on the FLOOR for WAY too long.

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“It’s not bad, I promise. It’s just… problematic.” Barbatos sighed, pulling back to sit on the balls of his feet. “And I suppose I’m not being entirely truthful. That has happened before, just…” He hesitates, and glances at Diavolo.

“It’s nothing. Just know, for now, do not use your pacts. They will not work correctly, and you may end up hurting the brothers if you try.” Barbatos stands up and sighs, squeezing his eyes shut. “I will have to work on a solution. Lucifer,” he looks over, and suddenly Barbatos seems much older than anyone else in this room. “I will be out of commission for the time. Keep things under control.”

Lucifer nods, and Diavolo glances between them. “Do I… get any context for this?”

“Even if I told you, you wouldn’t be able to comprehend it now. Go to sleep. Your distressingly overdue paperwork can wait.”

Diavolo cringed, nodding and choosing to take this small mercy over questioning the butler. Barbatos, satisfied with this, turns to leave. Just as he makes it to the door, he turns. “Listen. The magic that was required to change you… it is incredibly powerful. You will find its equal in no books or legends. Do not attempt to alter it.”

The door slams as he leaves, and Diavolo lets out a shaky breath.

“That was… concerning, to say the least,” Diavolo laughs, and Mammon decides that he has definitely been crying. Part of him wants to comfort the prince, but he also doesn’t know if he can get up yet.

“What is he going to do? Being out of commission… and he didn’t ask, or even wonder if there could have been another way.” Lucifer murmurs, still looking at the doors. “There has to be some other way. He shifts, rolling his shoulders as he stands and pulls Diavolo to his feet. “In any case, I can’t carry them together. I’ll get Mammon; he’ll be the strongest. And heaviest.” Diavolo nods, uncertain. “Just to a bedroom, for now. We all need sleep.”

The shuffle down the hallway was slow and painful and tense. So many questions, and soreness, and exhaustion. Apparently Mammon had been out for only a day, and Diavolo had been inconsolable. Lucifer had barely slept since the beginning of this ordeal, he just didn’t show it as much. Barbatos had been by his side the whole time, and Satan had been running around doing his best to research the magic required to pull the human out of their trance.

Mammon, halfway to the bedroom they would stay in, was able to stand on his own. Lucifer was going to help Diavolo, but by the time he even thought about it, Mammon had glued himself to the human’s free side. They were both breathing heavily, and the human’s hand had begun to spasm, even in the clasp of Mammon’s.

“I feel like Barbatos knows something and won’t tell me.” Diavolo sounded crushed, like all the air had been taken from his lungs. The group kept walking.

“We are going to talk later about your impulsiveness, Mammon,” Lucifer’s voice was low and quiet, no trace of the threat the words conveyed. “You could have never come back.” The group kept walking.

“I feel like there’s somethin’ wrong with my head.” Mammon blinked rapidly, wavering dangerously. Lucifer grabbed his arm and righted him. The group kept walking.

“I hurt.” A squeak, barely audible, sounded before the human completely collapsed. Diavolo caught them, and he carried them bridal style the rest of the way to the room.

It was comfortable and cool, with a thick comforter on each of two wide beds. Curtains billowed in the breeze the doors created, shifting across the carpeted floors. Diavolo gently placed the human in the nearest bed, pulling the covers up to their chin. They smiled at him and made a small noise in the back of their throat, but the effort seemed too much and they gave up. Diavolo smiled and turned towards Mammon.

“You have the choice to stay in the second bed, but,” Diavolo blinked slowly, rubbing his eyes. “I think they would appreciate it more if you stayed with them. Go easy on yourselves, and sleep as long as you need.” His smile fell, and his gaze shifted past Mammon and Lucifer, focused on some distant point. “I think Barbatos may take a while.”

Mammon nodded, muttering a ragged “Thanks,” before pulling himself in with his human. Their hand twitched against his chest, and they nestled into him, pulling into his warmth. They were cold, unnaturally so, and shaking even more.

The sniffling started soon after the door creaked shut, their tears dripping onto his neck and hands gripping his shirt. Mammon pulled them closer, interlocking their legs and wrapping his arms around their waist. It clicked for him that this wasn’t over; they were in pain, of course they would be, they were in that horrible place for much longer than he was. There was so much he wanted to ask them; how many times they had lived through those memories, how much they had thought of him, what they were feeling right now.

He buried his face in their neck, breathing them in and wishing that this could have been under better circumstances, that one day they could be together without pain, or sadness, or some threat hanging over their heads.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed that on ya so suddenly,” he started, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I should’ve given ya time. I should’ve thought about all this before. I just-”

“Mams.”

“Right.”

He sighed, pulling them in. The drift off to sleep was slow and often interrupted; One of them would shift, or jerk awake, or have a nightmare, and the other would be there to comfort them. Time held no meaning - the door stayed closed, the view from the window never changed, and the only noise in the room was fabric shifting and steady breathing. For the first time since the exchange program began, the two were allowed to find solace in each other without fear or hesitation.

For the first time since they had met, they allowed themselves to love each other.

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yourblankey · 9 months

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Snow-Woman

Pairing: platonic!Deidara x platonic!fem!reader, platonic!Hidan x platonic!fem!reader, platonic!male!OC x platonic!fem!reader

Genre: crack, comedy, christmas time, detailed snow-woman, snow ball fights

Summary: Deidara and Hidan drag Y/n and Yumo (male oc) out of the lair— even when Pain had advised them not to go outside for the day— to build a snow-woman.

WARNING: inappropriate language, swearing, mentions of female body parts, violence(?), touching, and Hidan.

A/N: Another re-write! For those who might be confused, Yumo is the male OC that is Y/n's partner in the Akatsuki.

It was a snowy, cold day near the Akatsuki's hideout. The members of said organisation were ordered to stay indoors due to the height of the snow that had fallen the night before.

But two Akatsuki members just couldn't keep their excitement for snow in their minds. And they just had to force two other members to come with them.

"Y/nnnnnnnn! Come on! It's bright and cool outside." Deidara whined to Y/n while trying to pull her out of bed. With her strength, she held onto the bed stand to prevent Deidara from getting her out of bed. "It's way too bright. Besides, Pain said not to go out today."

The long-haired boy groaned and sat on her bed. "If you don't come out, I'll rip your books." She opened her eyes just a little bit and looked at him.

"You wouldn't dare."

"You're right, I wouldn't dare.”

She stays silent for about five seconds before sighing. "Fine fine I'll get ready. But we better not get caught. I'm only going out so I can get some of that nice, fresh air. I can't stand the smell in this hideout."

"Afraid of your own kind, Yumo? Just get the hell out of bed!" The sleeping boy did not respond to the jashinist. "Dammit man! What's the harm?" Hidan slaps Yumo's leg, but creates no effect on the male. "Pain." Yumo responds tiredly.

Deidara walks into the room with a tired Y/n. Yumo finally looks up. "Yeah, everyone. Come to my room. We're having a party." He voices sarcastically.

"Man you too? Though you would want to be with your family." Deidara said, pointing to the window. "Oh wait you can't see them." Yumo's head snaps up to retort about the offensive comment until Hidan had shot the curtains open. The light immediately covered the room; the colour and brightness of the snow made it worse.

"ACK!" Yumo yelled out in surprise and covered his eyes. Y/n closed her eyes and fell onto her partner's bed. "You two are just overreacting. Now get dressed up. We're gonna go outside."

The four Akatsuki members step further away from their base. "Did we really have to come out now? It's still snowing for Pain's sake..." Y/n muttered, taking big steps in the 3-inch snow. "He's going to deduct our pay for not listening!" She continued, kicking the snow at Hidan. "Hey! Watch it bit—"

Deidara turned to the three. "We'll be back in soon! Besides, deducting our pay would be too much." Yumo scoffed. "Too much? Pain himself is too much." Y/n and Hidan nod in agreement.

Then Deidara stopped in his place. "This is it. Today, lady and gentlemen, we're making a snow-woman!" Hidan clapped while Yumo and Y/n remained silent.

"Okay now what does that have to do with us?" Yumo asked, clearly tired of Deidara's and Hidan's shenanigans. "Well Hidan is a pervert and will know the sizes and shapes of a woman's body—" The gray-haired male's head snaps towards the Barbie.

"HEY—"

"Y/n is a woman herself. Self-explanatory."

"DON'T IGNORE ME—"

"And Yumo, my friend..."

Deidara approaches Yumo and places his hands on his shoulder. "You know everything about the human body." Then it was a quiet staring contest between the two until the blunt male breaks it. "It's snow."

Hidan was rolling the second ball of snow for the torso of the body. "I can't believe I'm doing this..." Yumo muttered, patting the snow on the body.

The jashinist placed the second ball on top of the bottom a little too aggressively that pieces of the snow splattered onto Yumo and Y/n. "Calm down you jack-ass." The only lady said, kicking his ankle. "You calm down, woman." He said, looking at Deidara.

The yellow-haired male was panting heavily while rolling a small ball of snow for the head. "Tired already?" Y/n called out, shaping out the torso. "S-Shut up!" Deidara exclaimed out of embarrassment and exhaustion.

The female sighs. "Hidan, get the boobs." He nods and puts his hands on her chest. "What the fuck are you doing? I meant for the snow-woman you stupid twat!" He quickly takes his hands off, afraid of getting hit by Y/n. He quickly walks away and gathers small balls of snow.

Yumo comes back from who knows where and shows Y/n two pebbles. "Nipples." He simply says and she nods. "Accurate."

After a few minutes, the four had successfully created a life-sized snow-woman. Hidan yelled out in victory, hitting Yumo's arm.

Yumo had a snow ball bawled up in his hands. After a second of Hidan hitting his arm, he swung his hand right in the other male's face and shoved the snow in his mouth.

Y/n and Deidara laughed and stepped back. Hiss immediately spat out the snow. "Y-You choked me!" Hidan grabbed snow from behind him and attempted to swing the ball at Yumo but he ended up hitting the female. "Oh shit—"

Y/n got some snow and flung it at Hidan. Deidara decided to join in and also got snow. He hit Hidan's ass pretty hard. "WHY THE HELL IS EVERYONE HITING ME?!"

He began kicking the snow towards Yumo who had dodged it. At this point, the three youngsters circled around Hidan and attacked him with snow balls.

Deidara threw the snow ball at Hidan, though he dodged and the ball ended up hitting Yumo. "Oops." The white-haired male threw a snow-ball back to the Barbie, who yelped and threw himself to the side.

Yumo and Y/n start attacking both Hidan and Deidara. The two partners were side by side, hitting the other members who were hiding behind trees.

"HEY THATS NO FAIR THE STRONGEST MEMBERS ARE ATTACKING BOTH OF US!" Hidan screamed, trying to throw another snowball at Y/n but she hits him right in the face. Deidara laughs at him, making him growl. "Oh yeah, you little girl?!" He throws a snow ball at him. "Hey!"

They all laughed and screamed at each other while throwing snow-balls at each other's faces. It was probably the most fun they've had in a while.

Though unfortunately, their fun was cut short. A familiar orange-haired leader had come out, knowing that his youngest members were up to no good. He growled in annoyance. He wasn't at all surprised but he was disappointed.

"Everybody." The four immediately froze in their places, snowballs in hand and poses intact. "I thought I had told you to stay indoors."

They all awkwardly straightened up and approached their leader, looking down and unable to meet his eye.

Pain looked down at them, his arms crossed and a face with no emotion except with a little anger. "I'm deducting 40% off your pay." The troublemakers then started making noises of dissatisfaction.

"C'mon Pain! We just wanted to have fun—"

"Play your ridiculous board games inside. Now go."

Deidara sighs and looks down, dejected. The four start slowly walking to the hideout. Hidan had an angry and defeated expression. Yumo had a blank expression. Y/n straight up looked sad.

"Man, this is all your fault..." Deidara muttered to Hidan, who irked at the comment. "MY FAULT?! THIS WAS YOUR IDEA." He yelled at him, making the Barbie cover his ears. "You might've scared off the entire area." Yumo mumbled, not wanting to talk but he wanted to insult him anyway. "SHUT UP!" Y/n slapped the back of his head, making the jashinist hiss in pain.

As the four were out of sight, Pain looked back at the snow-woman they had built. He started to walk around it.

"I see they had made a sculpture of a woman. With Yumo's skills, he was able to correctly determine the average size of breasts for this height. Hidan is just a pervert. Deidara knows how to shape and size it due to his useful skill for making clay. Y/n is a lady herself..." He mumbled to himself.

"... I guess I'll just deduct 30% off their pay. They did a good job, after all. Even during this weather. They even took the time to have that ridiculous snow ball fight." Pain finally said.

Then suddenly, the tree branch above him couldn't stand it any longer and dropped a lot of snow onto him.

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menagerie-of-monsters · 1 year

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Find the Word Tag

Thanks @lynnedwardswrites for the tag! I'll leave an open tag for peeps since I'm feeling particularly lazy today~

My words were: combination, employer, error, mom, intention

Your words can be: photo, pain, edge, mark, noise

Snippets below the cut!

Combination

From The Changeling and the Dragon, which is Book 2 in Echoes of the Void, slated for publication July 2023. This scene is from Qavan's POV, and naudin is a shameless copy of buck euchre.

"So you… count?" Sersha asked Esva. The dragon nodded vigorously while I leaned forward on my knees. "All the different ways you can get points! If you miss some, we can take them as forfeits, which means you have to do something silly we tell you afterwards." "I have to do what you tell me already," Sersha said, with what sounded like great amusement. "So that does not seem like much of a forfeit." "Since Sersha doesn't know how to play yet, let's only count forfeits, yes?" I said, smiling at Esva. "We want her to actually enjoy naudin." "A kindness, surely," Sersha murmured, as she examined the sheet of paper that held the various card combinations and their scores.

Employer

I don't have this one - too modern of a word, I suppose... I had to dig deep to even find a near-match. This pulled from Sacrificed to the Goddess, the first in my draft reverse harem monster romance. Who knows when this'll ever see the light of day!!

He squeezed my hands. "Will you write to me? My battalion leaves in a week for the Eighth Sword, and I want to hear all about your adventures while I'm on the next tour. Well," he added, looking thoughtful. "Perhaps not all of them. Spare your father from the details of your bedroom, please." Laughter burst out of me, startled into flight from the joy heating my chest. "I won't give you any sordid details," I assured him, an irrepressible smile starting to spread across my face. "But could I… I mean, would you like to meet Arellath? My--my lover." "That handsome daemon hetaira you've had by your side this past month?" I nodded, feeling shy. I'd never been in a position to introduce a man to my father before, and Arellath was everything he would have frowned on before: non-human, promiscuous, and without honorable employment. I'd always agreed with such assessments, wanting children, loyalty, and security, but my life was so much different now. The things I needed from a partner had changed the moment the imperial haruspex had chosen me as the Incarnation.

Error

Legitimately couldn't find this one :(

Mom

I used "mom" in Captured by the Fae Beast but that's published, so here's another near-miss from the sequel coming out in April, In the Claws of the Raven Prince.

"I haven't made a study of it, but I know it happens from time to time. All the soulmate pairings I know of are fae and fae, though, save for you, and I really only know one pair personally. They're in a harmonized familial relationship, mother and daughter." Ulahana gave me another very sharp smile. "Given the circumstances, I doubt that's where you'll land." That made me laugh out loud, enough that I got a couple glances in our direction. "Oh?" I asked, trying and failing to sound innocently curious. "You don't think the Chimera wants me to be his Momma?" Ulahana snickered, her eyes dancing with amusement. "He's young, but I suspect it's in the way of a young buck and not a fawn," she said. "His actions in the past few years have been quite… aggressive. Nobody thought much of the youngest Raven Prince until he turned himself into a chimera, built the Furies, and started turning the tide of the war." I choked on my whiskey, sputtering at that. "The Raven Prince?!"

Intention

A fun one, from The Serpent's Bride, the first half of a duology I'm dabbling at. I love Talazen.

My serpent husband barked out a harsh laugh. "Do you honestly think I eat breakfast?" "If you have any intention of claiming your position, you'll pretend to it," I said, eyeing him. "Even if you swallow waterbuck whole before sleeping for days, people are inclined to cling to the familiar. The less strange you behave, the easier it will be." Talazen moved again, sudden and as swift as a striking viper. Before I could so much as jerk away, he loomed over me, gripping me by the chin and staring down into my face with all the anger of the night before twisting his face again, his void-black eyes fierce. "Do you think I care about easy, princssessss?" he said, hissing so much on the last word that I could barely make it out. His breath smelled oddly of spices, like the desert breeze sweeping through the markets. "I never intended to become a prince."

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treadmilltreats · 1 year

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A different kind of therapy

Part one.

So if you know me or follow me you know that I'm a big believer that everyone could benefit from going to some sort of therapy. In my years of going to therapy or having my girls in therapy, I realize that not all therapists is alike and not all therapists are the same.

So recently as I was watching this documentary on Netflix called Stutz in which Jonah Hill Interviews his therapist, I realized that the things that he said were definitely"Be the change you want to see"

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#TylerPerry not like any therapy I've ever seen or heard of but it made a lot of sense.

So he first starts by telling you it's like a pyramid. You have to take care of your body 1st.

This means exercise, eating right, and meditation. Getting into yourself will definitely get you out of your head and out of your depression.

The 2nd part of the Pyramid is people.

When you're depressed you tend to push the people you love away. You want to be by yourself, crawl into a hole or underneath a blanket, and be all alone in your misery. But what he was saying is that it is then that you need to pull those people closest to you because any kind of human interaction is a positive thing.

The last thing he spoke about on the pyramid was yourself.

He went on to say one of the best tricks to get into your self-consciousness is writing. Writing is like a mirror to what your unconscious is feeling. You enhance your relationship with yourself by writing.

It's about increasing your life force to find out what you're passionate about.

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You have 3 aspects of reality:

Pain, Uncertainty, and Constant work.

The highest creative expression for a human being Is to be able to create something new, in the face of adversity. The worse the adversity, the greater the opportunity.

You can't move forward without being vulnerable. You can't get past your failures without failing first.

So today my friends remember, there are many ways to get you to move on with your life. But you must first realize that you have to be the change you want to see. Check out part 2 tomorrow with more details on how to change your life.

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luvring · 2 years

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Hi Nia, I Love your LL headcanons! I tried to send this once b4 but tumblr went weird, so sorry if this is spam. I've seen it said b4 that mcs in dating sims/interactive novels tend to be Very emotionally resilient & seem to do a lot of the heavy lifting in regards to emotional support in relationships w/ LIs prolly due to practical reasons writing wise since mcs are player characters. What if this imbalance was addressed with mc & M3 + Rime.

Like our ever light-hearted, supportive, & kind mc has always been a pillar. Someone they can always rely on to reassure, amuse, & diffuse. As the LIs spend more time with mc they begin to see the cracks in the foundation that mc themself doesn't notice &/or acknowledge. Then upon closer attention to what scant details mc does share about their personal life(master of conversational evasion) that the story of mcs life is that 'oh mc is personable and always does the right thing we don't Need to worry about them, so we Won't.'

Owww my heart 💔 ya know just eldest child vibes. And just for extra pain mc doesn't even see anything wrong with this so when it's addressed and they cry, mc is confused for second. Thinks it's rain dripping on the back of their hand cuz they couldn't feel the silent tears going down their face🥺

note: hii thank you that means a lot to me :[ and omg Real. if this is any of u guys i need u to take the dialogue and Jam it into your head. that's not just them that's ME speaking now. u have to listen to me bc i am the writer and u love me /j also hooomygod i did Not think this would take as long as it did . guh

felix

mc's kindness was something felix had always admired

no matter what the world and their enemies threw at them, they had a warmth for others, for him, that never faded or tired. he couldn't imagine how tiring it might be

but he worried. he worried when they would go out and do chores for the others, be the one to speak when they all felt low and promised they'd all get through it, even when they offered to hear him vent, their kindness was never faltering and he worried.

"felix? are you okay?" he looks up from the book in front of him and at mc beside him on the couch, who noticed he hadn't moved for a few minutes. he doesn't answer and instead asks "how are you so kind?"

they blink, not expecting that to be his response. "what do you mean?" "i mean, you offer to help everyone no matter your own responsibilities, you try to cheer us up, you listen and try to resolve our problems without expecting us to do the same—without expecting anything. how aren't you...exhausted?"

mc doesn't make eye contact while they think. they shrug, "i never said i'm not exhausted. i just...push past it." felix places the book on the table and frowns, "mc, you shouldn't feel pressured to help. you're as human as the rest of us."

they shake their head, "i love helping people, i want to help people. but..." felix is patient, he only moves them closer to stroke their back and occasionally press a kiss to their head.

"i mean, you're right. sometimes i do...i do wish people would do the same for me. and i know it's selfish to want them to notice and bring it up first. i know i should just bring it up myself but i can't because—" their voice breaks and tears well in their eyes. "because what if i ask one day and they can't? they don't want to? i have to be the strong one, i always have. i don't know how not to be."

even now, mc feels like they've said too much—taken up too much space and time. there's a hint of fear in their eyes when they pull up to look up at felix.

they don't expect him to have a frown and tears of his own forming before he speaks, "i'm sorry you've been dealing with this alone for so long." and they don't expect the way he hugs them after either, or how much they melt into it while finally letting themself cry

he holds them tightly and takes time to think of what they need to hear, not minding how they sob against his skin. he should have noticed it sooner. and he can't take all that time back, but he can at least work to help with it now. "you wanting someone to notice your pain...it isn't selfish. that's being human, and so is taking time for yourself."

"but what if people need me? i can't just stop helping," mc mumbles into his chest. "no," he says firmly but gentle. "other people's happiness is not your responsibility. you have to do what's best for you."

he tilts their chin to look at him, "you're allowed to be tired, or to hurt, or to ask for help. you deserve that, maybe more than anyone else i know. you don't have to be strong all the time, love."

felix plants a kiss on their forehead, "you've done so much for us, for me. please let me do the same. the next time you need help, come to me first, please."

his thumb grazes their cheek as they nod and he smiles, "even the kindest and strongest of us are allowed to rest, hm?"

sage

sage has always been perceptive of others

he and felix are in the kitchen when mc comes in, good mornings swapped between them. he already noted how they seemed quieter than usual, steps a little heavier. felix asks how they're doing and they smile, "i'm alright. how are you felix? you were reading that novel last night, right?"

felix starts explaining what he read and sage decides to tune out, but doesn't ignore how quickly they evaded the question

they do it a lot, really. like when anisa would ask about earth and they explained enthusiastically until she mentioned their own life. they only offered a tight smile, "mm, normal, i guess? there's nothing super interesting. oh! back to what i was saying..."

even when they did offer details, sage wonders if they realized what they were revealing. they would mention how it was alright to vent to them, it was normal and people would always come to them back on earth. they mentioned late trips to get something a friend forgot, or to pick up groceries when no one else could. but they never seemed to complain. they were always stubborn with their kindness, it seemed

so it's no surprise to him when he tries to bring it up, that they do the same habit again. it catches them off guard while they sit on his bed but they compose themself quickly, "i just like helping an focusing on other people, that's all. i promise i'm alright."

he frowns, "you're lying." mc blinks but before they can deny it he starts again, "you evade questions when people try to focus on you."

"no i don—" "yes you do. you change the subject and don't want help. why?" mc opens their mouth to speak, but only shrugs and looks away. "i don't know, i just...do. i always have. it's not like i have much that's important to bring up. and people...people struggle more than they let on. they have hard days and need someone to talk to and i know that so, you know." (their voice begins to waver at the end, sage notes.)

"but you? you don't?"

mc tenses and he gently holds their hand in response, "hey, trust me, alright? i know what happens when you bottle things up for too long. you can talk to me."

and maybe he didn't realize how long they had been keeping it locked up because just those words seem to break them.

"i'm sorry," mc cries weakly. but all sage does is pull them into him, "don't do that. don't apologize for this."

"but i don't wanna worry you or the others," they say against his chest. "mc, i'm going to worry about you and whether you're alright either way. you know that. did you try anisa's cooking the other day?" sage smiles a little when they laugh and nod

he sways back and forth a little while pressing his face against the top of their head, "i just want you to rely on me. you can't...you can't take care of everyone all the time. that'll never be your responsibility. not if i can help it."

mc sniffles and he pulls away to brush away their tears, "you're just as important as the rest of us, so whenever you get tired just come to me, alright? i'll always be here for you."

anisa

sometimes anisa thought that mc was a saving grace

when she rolled her eyes at sage and felix's bickering, she couldn't help but smile when mc laughed. when she was stressed and tense from work, they'd offer a massage and bath with no hesitation. they would listen to her vent about annoying people, her fears and insecurities, whatever was on her mind. but she didn't fail to note how they never seemed to do the same

she decides to bring it up herself after a long day. they're laying in bed as she traces shapes on their skin when she softly asks "do you have anything to talk about?" "what do you mean?" "well, we always seem to have something going on, but you...you never complain. how are you holding up?"

she becomes a little concerned when they don't answer straight away but gives them time. mc sighs, "i'm alright. you said it yourself, we just have a lot to do. don't need to worry about me."

anisa frowns, "hey." mc looks up at her confused. "you worry about me all the time. if you're struggling with...anything, i want you to be able to come to me."

they smile a little at her worry, thankful that she's here but "really, anisa, it's nothing i'm not used to. actually, i'm pretty sure i've been having it easier than usual. back on earth i...i had a lot more people to take care of and coming to me, so, there's nothing here i can't manage."

"but even then, didn't you ever take some time for yourself or get angry or drained?" anisa asks. she thought it was a simple question, one that would lead to an "of course." but mc tenses and fidgets with their hands instead, their lips pursed.

"mc..." they don't immediately look up at her. it's only when they go to look up at the ceiling as they try to blink away tears that anisa notices what she's done. but a sound between a whimper and sob escapes them and she doesn't hesitate before pulling them against her, "it's okay, hey, it's alright. i'm here now."

"i'm just...so tired, anisa." "i know, baby," she holds and kisses their head, pulling their face into the crook of her neck. "you deserve a break."

"i can't take a break from anything, though. this isn't—this is just...my life. it always has been." anisa's heart wrenches at their words. she holds them tighter and shakes her head, "that's not fair to yourself. you can take a break from life when you want to. it'll still be there when you're ready for it."

"and i"—anisa lifts their head to gently wipe their tears away—"will be there every step of the way."

she continues, "can you promise me something though?" mc furrows their brows but nods slowly. "will you promise to tell me if you feel this way again? that when i ask how your day was, you won't hide from me? even if it's just saying you're tired instead of good."

mc wipes at their face but nods confidently this time. anisa smiles gently before pulling them into her chest again and planting a kiss on their head, "thank you. i think after i get you some water, it's time for us to take a nap."

rime

rime knows what it's like—being selfless to the point of your own destruction

that's why it was so easy for him to watch mc give up their time for the others over and over again, all while shutting themself inside the rest of the time to work. pushing and pushing and pushing, it seemed. it annoyed him. maybe an older version of him would have found it agitating because they seemed to have no flaws. but now he stared at them, frustrated because they never seemed to stop and care about themself

and mc notices his own change in attitude, despite it all. he sits on the foot of their bed and they ask "rime, are you alright?" his lip twitches, "i don't know, are you?"

"you've been quieter lately. tired?" mc takes a moment before responding, "i mean, yeah. but that's just because i want to focus and work hard."

rime only presses further, "your practice was hard today, wasn't it?" "mm, it was alright. i'm just a little sore." "and dinner? you got it for everyone even though the rest of your day was shitty? instead of asking someone else?"

he squints at mc's confused expression while standing to face them. they tilt their head, "what are you—i offered to do it. everyone was tired."

"why?" "what?" "why do you keep pushing yourself to do more when you don't need to?"

the both of them stand in silence while mc gapes. rime speaks quieter, "what? surely you've noticed by now, mc. even i have."

they continue stare before looking away and licking their lips, trying to think of what to say. "that's just what i do. what do you want me to say?" rime takes a step towards them, "i want you to say the truth."

"th—okay. i help people. i offer to help all the time because they need help and i care about them. and sometimes...it's tiring. i get drained but i do it anyways. okay?" "alright. let us help you then. that's fair, isn't it?"

mc can only manage to laugh a little in denial while they begin to tear up, "i don't need help, rime—" "yes you do. everyone needs help. and even if you didn't need it, you want it, don't you?"

he stares, but it isn't a hard or mean gaze. it's like he's looking into mc, and their mouth settles into a grim line

"you're tired, mc. more tired than you should be," he says. and he knows he's clicked in their head when tears finally begin to fall. he finally reaches them, wrapping his arms around them while they grip onto the back of his shirt. "i know it's hard...caring so much. you need to give yourself a break, sweetheart."

they shake their head against his chest, ever so stubborn, "no, no, i—rime, people need me—"

he cuts them off, "nobody needs you enough for you to break yourself like this. and i need you"—rime cups their face and makes them look at him—"to choose yourself for once. i'm not going to sit here and watch you fall apart."

his gaze softens even more as he wipes the tears from their face, "being kind is one of your strongest traits, angel. you need to be the same for yourself."

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mxtcha-tea · 3 years

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domestic shiratorizawa

⊹summary; the life inside the dorms of shiratorizawa

⊹pilots; gn![y/n], ushijima, tendou, semi, yamagata, reon, kawanishi, shirabu, goshiki (pairings showed; yamagata x reader, goshiki x reader)

⊹genre; fluff, crack and some cursings (no proofread)

⊹flight details; i've once made a domestic imagines in my old blog so imma make a small reboot of it <3

random shopping

normal day, normal life. you could've seen yourself laying or even napping in your room while a compilation of minecraft songs plays in the background. but no. instead, you're inside an antique shop with Yamagata, Ushijima and Tendou.

you have no idea when, or how did the process happened but you surely is done with getting dragged inside the shop by Tendou and Yamagata.

while Ushijima's stuck on a section, you don't know where, but he's definitely stuck there, "[y/n]! look at what i found,"

Yamagata called you as you turned around to see him holding up a pretty heavy doll. you raise your brow, "what the hell is that?" walking towards him and taking a closer look at the object in hand,

"i think it's a, um, i think a matryoska doll? matroyska? is that how you say it?" "why're you asking me, i don't know jack shit about russian stuff,"

"ah you mean, matryoshka doll?" Tendou butted in, startling you two, "it's also called a 'nesting doll' and did you actually know that it was actually originated from china?"

Yamagata's eyes practically sparkled at that with a surprised look, "from china? really?"

you can only roll your eyes, "and how can you even know all that?" Tendou snickered and put on a smug face, "i'm actually very smart, y'know. ya'll just don't know about it," "says the person in class 2,"

"i blame the mathematic old hags for adding letters in math, and the apple that fucking hit my man Isaac," you tsk'ed and walk towards the next section. Yamagata passive aggressively put the matryoshka doll down and follow after you along with Tendou,

"also, we need to find ushijima, i think he's stuck in some section between here...ah there," you stopped walking and turn to your right where you find Ushijima reading a book.

Tendou skipped towards him and smack his shoulder, "you okay, wakatoshi-kun? you sure did took longer to look at the stuff here," while Tendou chats with Ushijima, Yamagata look up at the shelves as something caught his eyes.

he tried to reach it while tip toing but due to his height, he can't reach it. then, he jumped from his spot to grab the object but end up hitting his head onto the board, "AGH, FUCK!" which causes you all to look at him, watching him hold his head while shivering from the pain,

"are you okay, yamagata?" ushijima ask, putting back the book on the shelves, "yeah, yeah, i'm just tryna get that," he shakes his head before pointing up.

you followed his finger and caught a glimpse of an old polaroid. it's a little bit dusty but other than that, it looks new. Ushijima reached it from his spot and managed to grab it, "here,"

he hands it to Yamagata as he instantly recovered from his recent pain and snatch it from Ushijima's hand, subtly thanking him with a grin, "why do you even need a polaroid?" Tendou asked, leaning his arm over Ushijima's shoulder with one brow up,

"pfft, for journaling of course,"

a gust of wind went through you while staring at him with a poker face, the same with Tendou with a small cat like smile. Ushijima just looked the same,

"okay," "WHAT'S WITH THE TONE??" you blinked and just knit your eyebrows, "i mean, since when you started journaling? you're not even the type of person to do something aesthetic,"

he pouted and just crosses his arms, "so what? that doesn't mean i can't do it, right? have faith in me god darn it. and honestly, my journal looks good so far," "well, fine,"

you waved your hand at him and continue going through the other section. and just like that, "hey wait!" Yamagata tailed after you.

Tendou snickered at the two and focus back on Ushijima, who's still watching the display yet again, "have you thought of what to buy wakatoshi-kun?" "i'm not sure, there's a lot of interesting stuff here," "well, you've only been in this section but okay~"

studying

"agh, why did those idiots really have to call me at this time...?"

you groaned, slowly walking through the halls with a slouched figure. tracing your fingers along the wall with a dejected look. you're suppose to sleep today.

an hour or two long sleep. it's finally the weekend which means the time for you to sleep all of your problems away. drifting into slumber with fluffy pillows and warm blankets, enjoying your dream as long as you can.

until your ringtone annoyingly rings next to your ear. you answer the call, and again greeted by the most annoying human in the planet,

"[y/n], we need you at the gym right now!"

"huh? oh fuck off Tendou, i need to sleep right now,"

"nuh uh, you can sleep later after you go to the gym,"

"why? are you, i don't know, practicing or something?"

"you have to find out. if you don't move your ass from that bed, we'll send Hayato to wake you up~"

". . ."

and now, you find yourself standing in front of the door of shiratorizawa's volleyball gym. not only that Tendou wakes you up from your sleep, you also had to WALK all the way from your dorm to the gym,

"i'm gonna add more time to their practices after this..."

sliding the door open, you expect them to be doing serves or maybe spikes.

but instead, you're seeing them—as in the 3rd years—all sitting down at the middle of the court, with books around them.

and what's even more confusing is that they somehow managed to bring a table inside. no, not the flip-able table.

literally a whole ass table.

Reon looks up from his book and notices your figure standing on the door way. he waves his hand at you, you did the same but still with a confused look.

Yamagata was next to see you as he abruptly stand up from his spot, shaking the table in the process,

"Hayato! stop shaking the table," "oops, sorry. ah, wait, [y/n]!"

that caught all of the boys attention as they look at you, "what taking you so long to arrive?" Tendou asked, a pen rested in between his upper lip and nose.

Semi smacked him in the face—earning an 'ow'—before shaking his head,

"their dorm is literally far from the gym, and why do you even proposed your idea of studying at the gym anyway?"

you make your way towards them, Reon patting the empty spot next to him. you sat down on your spot as Yamagata did the same. seemed like he was waiting for you.

Tendou rubbed his nose and pouted at Semi, "this was the best place to study anyway! it have much more room,"

"we should've gone to the cafeteria OR the LIBRARY," Semi groaned, looking back at his book before writing on it,

"pfft, the cafeteria's no fun. and i got banned from the library," Reon looks at Tendou with confusion, "well, it's not surprising,"

Tendou shrugged, "i was also banned from the library," Ushijima said, not looking up from his notes as you knit your eyebrows at that,

"you're also banned from the library? Satori, what did you and Ushijima did—" "anyways, um,"

he cut you off, fidgeting with his pen before pointing it at you, "right, you need to tutor us on this subject~!"

you blinked, looking down at the book they're studying about, "haven't the teacher covered this already?"

"well, i'm sorry, class 6. but we have no idea how this thing works. maybe only Reon, but look at Semi,"

Tendou wrapped his arm around Semi's neck, practically head locking him, "he's from class 1 and i think you should teach him about this the most," "I'll rip your fucking head off, Tendou!"

while both of them tried to strangle each other, Yamagata caught your attention next,

"and also, it won't be fun without you, y'know," Reon nodded, "and don't forget that you can't leave me alone in this,"

"oh right," "hm? what was that?" Yamagata asked. you just shake your head with a defeated smile, "nothing..."

after clearing your throat, you snatched Semi's book away before flipping through the pages,

"okay you scumbags, it's time to learn,"

oblivious enough

the birds chirped from the tree, the hallway's as loud as ever. Semi and Tendou's leaning against the window, each of them drinking apple juice and eating yakisoba bread.

it was silence between them before Semi spoke, "hey, Tendou," "yes Semi-Semi?" "y'know,"

Semi turned his head to look at Tendou as the redhead did the same, "have you, noticed the relationship between [y/n] and Yamagata lately?"

the latter made a thinking face, before nodding, "hm, seems so,"

"do you think, either one of them ever noticed about it?" Tendou shakes his head at the question, "nope, i don't think they do. in fact, they might be completely oblivious to it,"

Semi snickered, "right, like that one time..."

"[y/n], do you think my lips are dry right now?"

you look up from your clipboard, seeing Yamagata pointing his lips, "hm, nah. they're fine, but if you want, i can but on some lip balm,"

his eyes sparkled at that as he nodded his head with excitement, "sure!" you walk towards your bag with Yamagata following you. opening the zipper and search inside it, you pull out your lip balm,

"here, hold still," you put a hand on his cheek while the other applies lip balm onto his lips. it was a slow process but he managed to not move at all while making eye contact with you.

once you finished applying, he pop his lips before humming, "mn, cherry," "let me know if you need anything else,"

he nodded with now flushed cheeks as he smile at you. you did the same, gently patting his arm.

from a distance, Shirabu looks at them with a disgusted look, "ugh, can't they be more subtle about it,"

Kawanishi shrugged, "just let them be,"

"how can i redo my memory? i don't need to see that this early," "well, what if it was us?" "i would be twice as grossed, i can put my own lip balm," "hm yeah, you're right, i honestly would be like that too," "good,"

"haha yeah, now that i think about it, they do it all the time right?" Tendou nodded at Semi's statement before hearing the all too familiar voice just a few meters away from them,

"[y/n]!"

you turned your head around while still sipping your drink. Yamagata stood in front of you, holding out his visibly crumpled necktie with a small smile,

"my necktie!" "ah again? whatever," you give your drink to him as he hold it for you.

grabbing the necktie from his hand, looping it around his collar shirt and started tying it with a concentrated look,

"i can't say that it'll be clean when i finished tying it," "it's okay! that's why i'm asking you to do it, messy or not, at least i have it on," "hm, yeah,"

after you finished tying it and patting it a little, Yamagata hugged you, "thank you!" "yeah, you're welcome,"

the aura literally radiates on the slightly crowded hallway as some of the students who passed you talked among themselves.

Semi and Tendou stared at you two, expressionless eyes but with a small smile,

'ah, right,'

Tendou sighed, intertwining his fingers together and lifting it up to his cheeks, "ah, young love~"

"we're all the same age,"

"young love~"

bonus; reliable kouhai

lifeless.

is what goshiki would say when he took a few glances at you from his book. you promised to tutor him about this subject he's struggling on. but didn't really expect to see your slouched form walking inside the library.

he's not even sure if you even hear anything you're saying right now, "get a shovel and two-" your head hit the table, creating a loud sound and catching the attention of almost everyone inside the library,

"[y/n]-senpai, um, are you okay??" you groaned and rapidly blink your eyes, covering your forehead, "yeah, 'm just..."

a yawn escaped from your mouth before you can even finish your sentence, "...tired. those stupid senpais of yours need help tutoring too even tho being grown ass men,"

goshiki closes his book and creating a small 'thump', snapping you out from your mind,

"well, if that so then you didn't have to come, you could've just tell me and i would be fine with it!" your hoarse laugh caught him off guard as a shade of red ran across his cheeks, "i can't break a promise, tsutomu. why do you even think i agree on tutoring you?"

"uh, cause you want to help me with my studies?" "one of it, and cause i enjoy tutoring you," he can feel his cheeks heating up more when you made eye contact with him, a small smile laced upon your face,

"and honestly, you're smarter than i thought. class 4 right? that's cool," he looked away, trying to calm his nerves down, "t-thanks! a lot of people thought i was in a lower class, so i, i appreciate it,"

goshiki took a peek at you, now burying your face onto your face, "also, senpai," "hm?"

"you should take a nap for now, i think i can start understanding this formula," you slightly look up at him, "you sure? i was prolly talking craps just now," "yeah! your health is more important anyway,"

you hum, offering him a warm smile, "thanks, i know i can count on you," you rested onto your side and close your eyes. lips slightly parted and just like that, you're deep in your dreams.

he pursed his lips, slowly leaning against the table to look at your face. it's calm, peaceful and beautiful, kissable lips. he wonder if he could lean in a little closer until you two-

goshiki instantly jolted up and hit himself on the head, face's covered in the color red, 'no! don't think about that, curse you Tendou-San for introducing me to those mangas...'

Tendou's faces ran across his mind as he grunted,

'why're they so pretty??'

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Intro to Criminal Minds: Why They Did It

Criminal Minds x MINDHUNTER AU

Spencer Reid x Margaret Carr (OC)

Part 1: Ed Kemper.

Summary: Spencer is teaching a 7-week seminar on the most interesting criminal cases, explaining their actions to understand why they took place. Only, not everyone in the audience is a student.

warnings: graphic details of a real rape and murder case, like every trigger in the book, applies to this fic so read with caution (if you watch either show you're used to it, however), it's all real and did actually happen and I don't support any of it. strangers to lovers, mutual pining, flirting, fluff, eventual smut, idiots in love, OC is Wendy Carr's daughter, her bio father is Jason Gideon

word count: 3.9K

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't having fun teaching.

He started with guest speaking, moving to special seminars a few times a year. But he wanted something more, settling for a 7-week criminal justice elective of his choosing.

Intro to Criminal Minds: why they did it. Giving Spencer an excuse to share the most intimate facts about serial offenders in a setting where no one could tell him to shut up.

14 students total signed up for the two-hour Seminar, taking place every Thursday at 11 am from September until Halloween. Over the 7 weeks, he would explain the fascinating insights of the most successful killers in the United States. Only asking that his students write about a prolific crime they find interesting by the end of term, for their full grade.

All he wanted was to read about obscure killers from around the world, from the perspective of aspiring profilers.

The first Thursday, he came prepared with his coffee a half hour before the class. He wanted to write the main points on the whiteboard in advance, nice and neatly.

To his surprise, a student was already there waiting for him. "Oh, hello,” he smiled softly.

She was sitting with a book in her hands, she pushed her glasses up her nose to look at him as he walked in. She was older than his typical student, around 35. Probably finishing up a degree or adding something to what she already had.

"Hi," she smiled at him. “Sorry, I’m early, I was visiting my mom at Quantico earlier.” She explained. "I'm not a teacher's pet or anything. Promise, I’m not even a student.”

It made him laugh slightly, correcting him like she read his mind. "It's okay, I'm Doctor Reid," he introduced himself softly.

“Margaret Carr, Peggy is also fine.”

"Pleasure to meet you," he said quickly before focusing his attention on the whiteboard.

He could feel her eyes on him the whole time he wrote, not wanting to turn around and catch her. "That's so interesting," he heard her mumble under her breath.

"Hmm?" He turned around.

"It's just that, everyday occurrences that never phase the regular person somehow cause psychopaths to kill," she read the board back to him.

"I was reading a study a while back about how psycho killers medulla oblongata is approximately 19% smaller than the average human’s. Based on the way they're nurtured as children affects if they grow up to kill. The ones that don't often end up in law enforcement and other positions of power where their psychopathic tendencies can come to play."

He was taken aback for a moment. He had never experienced a student who was like him before. Someone who just pulled facts into conversations like it was nothing.

"I read that as well," he smiled. "It is fascinating. The smallest amount of bullying and abuse from a mother or disappearance of a father figure can set them off."

"Or, on the other hand, there are people like Ted Bundy," she added. "He was well-loved and taken care of, but it went to his head. His god complex and affinity for lying led him to be incredibly charismatic and enabled his killing."

"You're very educated on this already; are you just interested in hearing me speak today?" He asked, not wanting her to leave, finding it interesting that she was there.

"Oh," she blushed. "I was going to talk to you more about it after the seminar actually."

“Okay, I’ll be waiting for you,” he felt a little giddy at the prospect.

"Thanks," she laughed. "Seriously though, I'm a big fan of your teaching style, I saw a few of your classes when my dad was teaching at the academy in 2005. It's a lot easier to remember facts if the lecturer genuinely loves what they're talking about."

"You're going to like this Seminar then. It’s basically just a way for me to get paid while unloading all the random facts I have,” he warned her with a smile.

"I know." She smiled back at him.

The rest of his students filed in slowly. By 11 am, 14 faces were staring back at him.

"Hello," he waved awkwardly. "I'm dr. Spencer Reid. For the last 12 years, I've worked with the FBI's Behavioural Analysis Unit. Catching serial offenders across the country."

He took a deep breath, letting the nerves find their way out of him. "I've been asked time and time again who my favourite serial killer is, which is a peculiar way to phrase the question. It feels morally wrong to have a favourite in the way people do with baseball players.

"I am, however, fascinated with several serial offenders' reasoning and explanation for why they did what they did. Every single killer is different, but it all comes back to 1 thing. Do you know what that is?"

They all shook their heads. “What is your relationship with your parents like?" He asked.

Everyone in the room reacted; some students sighed, some rolled their eyes as they recalled their parents and childhoods to memory.

"When a person decides to kill, it's often never in the moment. It's in childhood. The majority of serial offender's stories start the same; their mother didn't love them, their father left. Someone at home abused them or put them down repeatedly."

"Thus, causing a hatred so primal to bubble. No matter how hard they try and fight it, the bubble always bursts. They go from fantasizing to killing in retaliation for their abuse, taking the anger out in stages."

He referred to the board. "Every killer has a stressor and a trigger—something that causes the urge to bubble and the event that causes the bubble to rupture.”

"Edmund Kemper is a fascinating example of this. He grew up with a family for the first few years of his life before his father fully abandoned them. His mother handled the situation by turning her anger onto her son; it was his fault his father left, he looked just like him, Ed was just another useless man who would never amount to anything," he emphasized the words. Hoping the class sees the effects words have on children.

"He started by cutting up dolls, stealing his sister's barbies and cutting their heads off. In his mind, he was getting out his anger and hatred for how his mother saw him. She hated men, causing him to mature with a warped idea of what women are truly like."

"His attraction to killing worsened his mother's hatred; she could tell something was wrong with him, that he didn't react to everyday situations the way he should. By the time he was ten, she was locking him in the basement for days on end, telling him he was a monster and her biggest regret."

"The change in her rage amplified his own. He hated hearing her speak. He hated the way she walked around, thinking she was better than him. That just because she was a mother and a working woman, she deserved respect and submissive’s. All he could see was a woman with a big head who needed to be humbled. This is the moment when the psychotic side of his brain blended his hatred of his mother with how good it felt to kill."

"Is that why he, you know?" Peggy cut in, running her finger along her neck as she pretended to cut her head off.

He pressed his lips together in an awkward smile, nodding. "His signature, as it's called, was decapitation. But more specifically necrophiling the severed head of his victims."

The whole class let out a disgusted noise, Peggy and Spencer making eye contact while they shrugged, it wasn't news to them.

"At age ten, he moved from barbies to cats and dogs, never leaving them around for his mother to see. While he hated her, he was also absolutely terrified of her. Breading a special type of killer. When you think of school shooters or preferential predators, what do they have in common?" He asked.

He pointed at a student in the back. "They have a specific type of victim they’re after?"

"Exactly. Most serial offenders want to go after the cause of their pain or attraction. However, Ed wasn't able to kill the source of his rage for a long time. His mother mentally abused him so intensely that he believed she was in control of him and that her opinion of him mattered. He saw her as his God, he loved her, but he also knew that he disappointed her.

"He ran away soon after to find his father. Travelling to California, only to be told he was unwanted there as well. It wasn't just his mother that his father was escaping; it was the fundamental aspect of family that he didn't want. Ed defiantly didn't want to go back to his mother after that, so he moved in with his paternal grandparents."

He kept catching the looks on Peggy's face. She knew the story already, waiting patiently to hear the words he chose to make the horrific acts seem a little more conversational.

"His grandmother was exactly like his mother. If I had to guess, his father most likely had a distaste for his own mother and thus divorced Ed's mom. Only he never grew up to be a killer, just an absent father—his absence doing to Ed what never happened to him."

"Ed killed his grandparents when he was 15. Telling the police and his therapists that they had beaten him constantly, they refused to feed him and called him names. He said he snapped from the trauma; it was self-defence."

Peggy laughed to herself, making him smile softly. "Sending him to a mental hospital instead of a juvenile facility was the worst thing they could've done for him," Spencer added.

"Why?" A student asked.

"Ed is a psychopath." He reminded them. "He doesn't feel empathy the way we do. You can admit that you feel bad for him, yes? If you understand why he killed people, it doesn't make you sick, like him, it makes you human. You see a hurt person hurting others; Ed Kemper sees himself as a new sort of God, choosing who dies, how and when."

"He was brilliant, having the exact IQ as I do," just a humblebrag, "the staff trusted him. He looked like an innocent boy, smart enough to take matters into his own hands for the betterment of his life. They gave him computer privileges, they let him work the front desk and file patient information. Giving him all the resources to learn about who he was inside and how to get away with it perfectly."

"Damn," another kid added. "When did he get out?"

"At 21.” He answered the student quickly. “Ed was interviewed by my mentor Jason Gideon, in the 70s. Where he explained that being locked up during his sexual prime, as well as the access to information, is what truly set him off more than his mother.

"He moved back in with her and his sister when he came out of the institution, immediately returning to the constant ridicule. He went from being told all the time that he was a smart and charming young man, capable of rehabilitation to a useless, no-good son, who would have been better off collecting in a condom or running down her leg."

The whole class laughed, shocked at his repetition of Ed's mother's words.

"He got his licence when he was released. And remember, this was prime time for hitchhiking in California; everyone and their mother walked the roads with a thumb in the air. It was the birth of free love and recreational marijuana usage. It was also the best hunting ground for a learning serial killer."

"He was able to pick women up, but like I said, missing his sexual prime while in an institution made him almost impotent. He didn't know how to speak to women; he had to create a fantasy in his mind every time, one that involved killing, before he could look at a woman."

"How did he get them in his car then?" A voice asked from the back.

"He was 6'9, 300lbs; he looked like a big teddy bear. And his mother was the local college administrative assistant, so the whole town knew him anyway. If Ed offered to give them a ride, it wouldn't be that bad, right?" Peggy turned around to face the class as she explained for Spencer, who just shook his head.

"He only wanted to rape the victims, originally," Spencer added. "But he couldn't. There was no release of the tension. The bubble that had been growing inside him was at its breaking point; he needed to just do it. Get it over with and move on."

"He killed 6 women in succession after that. Gaining the name "The Co-Ed Killer," well before anyone even suspected Ed Kemper," Spencer took a sip of coffee, feeling his throat start to dry as they reached the insane part.

"He was overly friendly with the cops; he wanted to get his record expunged and join the force.” Spencer finally continued. “Being told, "don't worry about your record, worry about your weight.""

"Most killers enjoy wearing a uniform for the power and talking to the police about their cases, in the hopes of gauging how smart they really are—taking pride in the fact that they are getting away with it for so long."

"He watched all the cop shows, and he read all the books. He knew that in order to get away with it, he had to do it where no one could trace it back to him. He knew he had to keep his cool and avoid looking obsessed with the case, but just curious enough to gain insight into how they thought he was doing it. It went on for years, and they had absolutely zero leads, finding headless bodies every few months before they finally received a call." He left them hanging, walking over to his sheet of paper and pretending to read it while they anticipated the catch.

"Ed always knew that he wanted to kill his mother. He just never knew when,” Spencer teased the story along. Noticing as the students fidgeted in their seats as they wondered what happened next.

“In his interview with Gideon, Ed said that he knew she would die 7 days before he killed her. He walked into her room that night to find her reading, with the audacity to ask if he wanted to come in and chat all night. Teasing him for the way he rambled to her. It was the last time she ever did that."

"It's hard to imagine his signature with the fact his second last victim was his mother," Peggy added, cringing at the thought.

"Wait," another student interjected. "Who was his last kill then if he only really wanted to kill her?"

"Remember how I said he lacked empathy?" Spencer asked. "He loved his mother in the same way a prisoner can end up loving their captor."

Peggy nods at the comparison, looking like she's never thought of it that way before, then smiling at him.

"You grow a bond through the trauma and when the only thing you've ever known is violence and hate, you don't know what to do when that's gone, it's hard to cope."

"He said he killed his mother so that she never had to know what he did. She'd never have to sit at his court hearings or be able to tell the media that she always knew he was a killer."

"His last kill was his mother's best friend," He finally answered the question.

"He didn't want his mother to be even more disappointed in him, but he also didn't want his mother's best friend to find her like that and be upset. So the obvious answer to him was to kill her too."

"What the fuck?" He heard a couple of kids say under their breath.

"Yeah," he agreed with an almost chuckle. "This is what I mean by their answers are fascinating. It makes so much sense to them; clearly, if I kill my mother, her friend will be upset, so the best answer would be to put her out of her misery as well. He sees them as objects, like a matching set. One would lose value without the other."

Everyone was silent then. The students took in all the information they had just received, staring up at him with a look of disgust mixed with wonder.

"Any questions?"

Peggy raised her hand for a change; he pointed towards her in approval. "You missed the part where he specifically took the heads from the three women before his mother and brought them back home with him. He buried them in the yard outside her bedroom window, making sure they were always looking up to her."

Spencer was amazed that she knew the details. "Yes, I guess I did."

"I always found that part particularly interesting in this case," Peggy added. "Her opinion mattered so much to him. He knew how much she loved her co-ed's and how they looked up to her so much. They'd be exactly like her. He felt trapped in a town of women who were exactly like his nightmare, and his response was to make them physically look up to her for the rest of her life."

"Exactly." Spencer smiled. "understanding how he sees the situation and how the events played out in his mind is the key in figuring out who he is."

"If you were on the case in '72 when the first victims were discovered, how would you have handled it, Dr. Reid?" A male student in the back asked in the silence between answers, taking his shot before Peggy and Spencer went any further in their discussion.

“That's a hard thing to answer, connecting evidence back then was a lot harder than it is today, if it wasn’t for men like Ed there wouldn’t really be this many answers,” Spencer said honestly.

Another student put her hand up, “what’s the worst thing he did in your opinion?”

That racked his brain, there was a handful of horrific things he did that were particularly horrific, “probably his mother's entire murder.”

“What did he do?”

Before Spencer could answer he saw Peggy open her mouth and start explaining. “He not only cut off her head and fucked her neck, but he also took her vocal cords out and shoved them down the garbage disposal. And before he called the cops, he cleaned everything up and made her look presentable because he said his mother wouldn’t want guests to see the mess.”

The class all cringed, sinking into their seats with disgust. But that didn’t stop Peggy from explaining it all further.

“He used to go to a bar all the cops went to and he would talk about his case. They would always one-up themselves and say they were close which gave him this false idea that they were on his tail and they’d find his mother soon. But when they didn’t, he called it in from a payphone and said he’d come over and explain it all. And boy did he ever, the cops said he wouldn’t shut up. And then when they put him in the cop car finally, a woman walked past him and he threw up.”

Spencer watched her with awe, the way she could call information to memory like that was beautiful. He listened to her like he’s never heard a fact before, she was so intriguing.

“Thank you for the detail,” he teased her lightly. “Sometimes I get so caught up that the really gross parts get swept aside.”

The class smiled at him, he had gained their trust and attention within only 1 hour of class.

“I know you said you don’t have a favourite,” another student asked from the back. “I agree it’s weird, but who is the one you gravitate towards the most?”

“I’ve met hundreds of serial killers, I’ve read about thousands,” he explained. “I think Ed Kemper is the one I gravitate the most around because he was so willing and open to explaining why he is the way he is. Going as far as to say that the only way they could keep women safe is to give him a lobotomy. He didn’t believe there was any correcting to be done, only removal of the evil within him.”

He heard slight mumbles as everyone took in what he said. “Does anyone here have a killer or a case that interested them in learning more, or just introduced you to the chase of justice?”

Peggy put her hand up, “I personally think BTK is the scariest, most tactical, and just downright evil man to ever exist. He scares me to no end but he’s so interesting to learn about.”

“Ahh,” Spencer agreed. “Too bad you won't be here for week 3. But with that I think I’ll end the class, next week we’ll be discussing the difference between Ted Bundy and Richard Speck.” He nodded lightly, watching the majority of them close their books and had on out.

“I really enjoyed the class,” she said softly. Holding her purse in one hand, a collection of files in the other.

Spencer turned to look at her then, smiling right back. “It was a pleasure to teach alongside you.”

“What do you mean?” She teased, “it’s not like my mom and dad were the ones who did all the interviews."

“Carr,” he repeats her last name. The gears turning in his mind as he brings all the information forth.

“Your mother is Wendy Carr, she was recruited after the BTK case with Bill Tench, she’s who was behind that study you mentioned.”

“I know,” she smiled.

“Who’s your father?”

“Guess,” she looked at him with an unimpressed look on her face, pushing her glasses up slightly.

“You’re kidding? Gideon never said he had a daughter let alone a,” he stops himself before he can embarrass himself any further.

She smiled at the implication of his words, “but he’s told me all about you Dr. Reid, that’s why I'm here.”

“You need help with a case and I’m the only agent in Virginia currently,” he pressed his lips together awkwardly. Knowing it was too good to be true that she would have any interest in him in the slightest.

“No actually, I have a case I’ve been working on privately and I need some help. I asked my dad but he said you’d be able to help me the best. I agree,” she corrected him softly. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I was a big fan of yours. When I would sit in and watch his lectures, before he knew I was his kid, you would always step in at the best parts, adding the smallest details to the story that the average person would forget. It’s magnificent.”

He laughed slightly, tugging at his collar as she complimented him. “Thank you, you’re quite magnificent as well,” he replied with a blush and a smile

She didn’t look like Gideon, probably because she smiled so much. Like sunshine on legs, she beamed, all but blinding him with her smile as she stared at him, “do you want to get lunch and go over this case with me?”

“I’d love to.”

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johnsamericano · 3 years

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𝓓𝓪𝔂 10:

кιм נυиgωσσ

23 days of NCT masterlist.

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warnings: unprotected sex (reader’s on the pill), y/n is kinda odd but in a good way, thigh riding (? Sort of.

“Please, Yuta. I need you.” You pleaded, falling onto your knees as you held onto his hand.

“Stop, people are watching.” He pulled you up, slightly vowing to the students staring at the little scene. “I’ve already told you I’m too busy with my own projects.”

“Yuta.” You whined, feeling like you were running out of options.

“I have a couple friends that might be willing to help you, but I can’t promise anything.”

As expected, all of them rejected you. Everyone was too caught up with their own work to care about yours. But one magnificent day, you found your muse. You met him at the cafeteria, he was simply eating pizza, yet he looked like a model.

He pretended not to acknowledge your piercing gaze, but as you started walking to his table he couldn't help but blush, playing anxiously with the pages of his textbook. Why was the goddess of the art department walking towards him?

“Hi, I'm y/n.” You casually sat in front of him, extending your hand towards him as if this wasn't the first time you'd seen him.

“I’m Jungwoo.” He was literally the epitome of cuteness, his pretty cheeks tinted pink and his brown locks casting shadows over his forehead.

“What’s your major?” You rested your chin over your palms, eyeing the book on the table.

“Mechanical engineering.” He surely didn't look like an engineer, but that sort of made him even more attractive.

“That's cool. So listen- wait, before that, can I grab a French fry? I'm starving.” He nodded, his eyebrows knitted together. “Thank you.”

You chewed on the savory fry, moaning at the flavor.

“So, what were you saying?”

“Oh, right!” You cleared your throat. “So for my final project, I have to paint a human portrait, but it turns out, none of my shitty friends wants to help me.” He couldn't help the small laugh escaping his lips. “Unbelievable, right? So I had no other choice but to hunt down the perfect muse by myself. I was about to give up just when I saw you, sitting here all by yourself like some mysterious rom-com guy.”

“Do you want me to be your muse?”

“Well since you're offering, I'd be more than happy to paint you.” He was about to object, but you resumed your nonstop chatting. “Of course, I’d pay for your time, not too much though, my part-time job doesn't pay that well.”

And that's pretty much how he ended up meeting you every Tuesday, sitting for two hours straight while you painted his gorgeous face. The mood was always cheerful with you around, always making small talk and provoking some smiles from him. He got to know you better during the month you spent together. Jungwoo realized you were the most authentic person he'd ever met, maybe that's why everyone on campus was so enamored by you. On the other hand, he was nothing like the shy boy you first met at the cafeteria. He was so bright, his laugh so pretty that it made you want to hear it every day.

“This is our last session.” You announced as soon as your canvas was fixed in place. “Time goes by so quickly, don't you think?”

“Yeah, sure.” You noticed the saddened expression on his face.

“What’s wrong, woo?” He loved the nickname you decided to give him on your first session, it made him feel closer to you.

“It’s just a pity that we won't get to see each other as often anymore.”

“Who says we won't?” You started moving the paintbrush over the canvas, adding the final details to your portrait.

“You still wanna hang out with me?”

“Of course I do! You're finally opening up to me, I won't risk losing the progress we've made.” His heart felt like it’d escape his chest any minute.

“I thought you were just using me for your project.” You gasped, approaching his seating place with the paintbrush still between your fingers.

“How dare you, Kim Jungwoo?” There was a dramatic pause before you painted the tip of his nose.

“You didn't.” You wiggled your eyebrows, running away from him as he stood up. “Get back here!”

“Stop!” You threatened him with your brush, back pressed against the wall. “I won't hesitate to paint you again.”

“Scary.” His chest was touching yours, faces barely centimeters away.

“Where’s the shy Jungwoo I met?”

“I don't know what you're talking about.” His knee positioned between your legs, pushing against your core. “What is it with that face?”

“Have you been deceiving me from the beginning?” You tiptoed, trying to hold back the small whine threatening to fall from your lips.

“No.” He raised his knee, this time, the imminent whine managing to get past your mouth. “I really was shy around you, but you're so easy to be with. I feel like I can be myself when I'm with you.”

“By yourself, you mean your horny self?” He started moving his limb back and forth, making sure to apply pressure on the right spot.

“I wasn't planning to do this, I didn't even know you wanted to see me after your project was done.” His finger pads danced over your neck, causing goosebumps over the sensitive skin.

“Well, then, are you gonna kiss me or should I take The first step?” He giggled before attaching his mouth to yours, a variety of new sensations growing at the bottom of your stomach. “God, I wish my project would've been related to nude portraits.”

“I would've definitely called the cops if you had asked me to be your nude model.”

“Mean.” Your face inched closer to his lips once again, slightly biting into his skin.

“Are you alright with this?” He lightened up the pressure on your heat, making sure you were both on the same page.

“Yes. But I don't know about making love in a classroom, though.”

“Making love?”

“I don't like the way ‘fucking’ sounds.” He chuckled. “Would you rather have me calling it sexual intercourse?”

“Stop talking before my dick gets soft.”

He lifted you with ease, sitting on the stool you usually used with you on his lap. His hands rubbed the sides of your thighs affectionately, slowly lifting the fabric of your purple dress to reveal your panties. He wasted no time on moving them to the side, quickly using his digits to make sure you were wet enough.

You helped him undo his jeans, clumsy hands struggling to get the zipper down.

“Allow me.”

“Be gentle, alright?” You placed your hands behind his head, toying with his brown locks as he aligned himself with you. He nodded. “I need verbal confirmation, woo.”

“I promise to be gentle, y/n.” You felt his tip prodding at your small hole, bracing yourself for the imminent pain. “Look at me.”

He started sliding inside you, your fingers accidentally tugging his hair. He didn't complain, though, too immersed in your face to even notice. You glanced at him, noticing how handsome he was from up close. His eyes looked like they carried the stars- no, the whole universe, you'd definitely have to paint them one day.

“Can I move?” You nodded, holding back the smile creeping up your lips as he started thrusting upwards. “Not even in my wildest dreams would I have imagined we'd end up like this.”

“Well, I'm glad you accepted to be my model.” You let out an open-mouthed moan, his dick hitting your G-spot.

“Pill?” You nodded, letting him do all the hard work while you enjoyed yourself. “Pretty.” He kissed your throat, holding your glutes to push himself further into you.

There were no words needed to know you were both incredibly close to release, just a few more thrusts had your pussy pulsating around him, his warm cum coating your walls.

“This is the best love-making session I've ever had.” You let your body fall against his, causing him to lose balance and almost fall down. “Sorry.”

“Well, we can always repeat this. Maybe I can actually be your nude model for your next masterpiece.”

“Who is this guy?” He chuckled, the corner of his eyes picking the image of the recently painted portrait. “Don’t look!”

But he was already admiring the product of your hard work, and it was amazing, to say the least. It was a picture of him smiling, sunlight coming in through the large window panel beside him and directly hitting his face.

“If you don't get an A, I'll write a complaint.”

“I like your way of thinking. I'm getting the feeling that you and I will be a power couple, only if you want that too, of course.”

“Let’s go out for dinner and I'll think about it.”

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fairytalelover33 · 3 years

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Hello my dear! Could I please get a matchup for Harry Potter (both Golden Trio and Mauraders) and Lotr? Thanks so much

✨ I’m an autistic disabled girl who would like to male ship please! Because of my chronic illnesses, I’m often anxious and need to rest a lot to manage my pain and fatigue. I stim by pacing in circles!!

✨ I’m big on crafts, especially Drawing, Writing and Sewing.

✨ Because of my disabilities, I'm very short, only 4' 11" tall (149.86 cm). I have very wavy brown hair that's either loose, or up on a low bun. I have very pale skin that's covered in moles and blemishes, and I flip between being insecure and confident a lot

✨ If this matters to you, I'm a Ravenclaw / Pukwudgie (Ilvermorny houses) / INFP / Aquarius / Apollo Cabin, Daughter of Apollo (Percy Jackson)

✨ I’m known to hold onto people’s arms and hold their hand when I’m nervous, which is basically always. I’m very big on physical comfort

✨ I LOVE Fictional Creatures like from Dungeons & Dragons or Zelda, and I can infodump for days about the fantasy worlds I like. If I were in a Fantasy World, I would definitely be some sort of researcher or professor!!

✨My love languages includes Infodumping, Making playlists for people I love, “This reminded me of you” and Gift Giving

✨ I hate possessive people, but I also need a partner who will lowkey protect me. I’m very small, and I worry about defending myself

✨ My loved ones always say that I know a little something about basically everything. My Special Interests include Herbal Medicine, Lord of the Rings, Biology, Cryptozoology, Non-human Creatures, Dungeons & Dragons, Agriculture, Witchcraft, Superstitions, Animation and Legend of Zelda. I’m a random fact machine, basically

✨ I’m really really smart, but I can lack common sense sometimes. I can understand very complex biological processes with ease, but I also struggle to understand a push-pull door and can struggle in social interactions a lot too

Thanks so much!! I hope you're doing well hun, keep being lovely!

For Harry Potter, (Marauders Era), I ship you with: Remus Lupin!

•He LOVES when you give him all of the info of something you’re currently interested in. He’ll get super into the conversation and ask you millions of questions, you are extremely intriguing to him

•He will never be possessive of you. He understands boundaries quite well. However he will also protect you in any situation

•He loves finding his little Ravenclaw at breakfast every morning. Sometimes he hates being in different houses because he can’t see you as often, but then he remembers that in Ravenclaw you’re safe from his friends shenanigans

•He loves how short you are. He can easily pick you up, and when he does so he either peppers your face with kisses or spins you around until you’re both dizzy

•Occasionally he’ll sneak into your dormitory, you know what for. 😉 CRAFTS!!! What else would I have said? 🤨

•You guys constantly lose track of time when he sneaks into your common room. You’ll both talk about your day, books you read, while the fire crackles away. Sometimes if you’re lucky, you can lay your head on his lap as he goes into a detailed story of what Sirius screwed up that day <3

For Harry Potter, (Golden Trio Era), I ship you with: Cedric Diggory!

•He is extremely understanding of your illnesses. He will reassure you that it doesn’t change who you are to him, he loves every single part of you. He will encourage you to rest when you need it, and he’ll never give you a hard time when you decide you need a break.

•One of his favorite ways to be near you is to brush your hair, and then braid it or do a new hairstyle. He’s done research on new hairstyles, and whenever he succeeds at a new one he gives a little whoop. It’s calming to him to be able to play with your soft, wavy hair.

•He loves asking you random questions that nobody would know just to playfully tease you. However ninety-nine percent of the time you know, so it kindof backfires

•He may be a Hufflepuff, but he will defend you viciously if you are ever in danger

•For instance, one time in Moody’s class, Moody used Imperio on a giant spider, and was having it float around to students. When the spider got to you, Moody made it land on your head. Like any normal human would, you shrieked, and just like that the spider was gone. Everything happened too fast for you to understand, but suddenly Cedric was shouting at the teacher, and the next you were yanked from your seat and out of the class. Looking up at the person who grabbed you, it was Cedric with a clenched jaw and a venomous expression on his face. “How dare he… I oughta…” he kept muttering, (It would take some reassuring from you that you were in fact OK before he would calm down) <3

For LOTR, I ship you with: Aragorn!

•He knows you worry about being able to protect yourself, so he teaches you different fighting techniques to use if he somehow couldn’t get to you one day.

•I imagine he wouldn’t be keen on you going on the journey. He knows you struggle with chronic illnesses, and there wouldn’t be a lot of rest time. It would kill him inside to see you suffering. However it’s not out of the question, so if you really wanted to go he’ll hear you out, and will be alright with your decision

•Aragorn adores how much random knowledge you have. It can sometimes be lifesaving.

•He finds your thought process so lovable. How you think through complicated things with ease, but simple things cause a slight dilemma. He never questions your brightness or smarts, he just finds it cute.

•Aragorn will always remember the day you were all brought to Lothlorien. Gandalf had fallen, and everything seemed bleak. He was waiting for you to return, Lady Galadriel had summoned you, wanting to speak. That was when he saw you, crossing the grass towards him. You had bathed and changed into a flowing powder-blue elvish dress. Your hair was freshly brushed and there was an Ethereal glow to your skin. Suddenly things didn’t look so hopeless. Whenever that day was mentioned, he stated that you looked like an Angel <3

I hope you liked this, so sorry it took so long. Have an amazing day!! ❤️

-J

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i'm so happy you got into tma!! i've always enjoyed seeing you write meta posts for dragon age, so seeing you write meta for tma is such a treat! thank you for your words! i hope you have a lovely day :)

Thanks!! it’s been awhile since I’ve written meta for anything, I forgot how much I liked it. Once I realized how emotionally invested I was getting in the characters, I should’ve known I’d end up having to make a dedicated TMA meta tag.

And not to be dramatic of anything, but TMA really is a masterpiece of horror imo. I like horror, but it’s always a minefield because so much of horror really does (sometimes unintentionally, sometimes not) employ some really awful racist, ableist, etc. tropes, or rely on sexual violence or hate violence as a narrative device without making any critical commentary on those subjects. So sometimes there’s a horror story that has a neat premise, but then it’s so saturated with unnecessary and harmful tropes that I just end up feeling alienated and frustrated.

Even a lot of supernatural horror falls back on Lovecraft, and a lot of people don’t realize how racist and xenophobic his works really are. admittedly, there are some cool, more recent transformative works that reappropriate Lovecraft into something new (e.g. some stuff in the New Weird genre), but sometimes people just grab the aesthetic without knowing its roots. And I get it, it’s a cool aesthetic, I love monsters and tentacles and things that slumber in the deep and the dark -- it just ends up being bad when people aren’t conscious of what Lovecraft was actually saying. which, I know, is how tropes work sometimes -- creators reuse tropes because they’re so salient in fiction, but sometimes the roots are really horrible and we just don’t know the history, and horror is a genre that is really susceptible to that.

Getting off topic -- what I mean is, I really think Jonny Sims is a brilliant writer and this is one of my favorite horror stories I’ve come across. He’s a master at character development and foreshadowing. I’m on my third time listening through and there’s just so much detail that I didn’t notice on my first listen, so many thematic elements and parallels and keywords that he snuck in from the very first few episodes that become so important later. It starts out as having a horror anthology vibe, with really brilliant short stories embedded in a larger framework, but then you realize that every single one of those stories is connected to the larger metaplot.

I joke about Jonathan Archivist Sims and his conspiracy corkboard thinking, but I’m really sitting here listening with my own conspiracy corkboard during each episode -- sometimes reading too far into things, sometimes not, but damn is it enjoyable to try to pick apart the web (so to speak).

I think it’s incredible how well Jonny Sims manages to pull all those strings together. It’s partly because he had the whole plot mapped out before they even recorded episode one, but it’s impressive to me, because I always have trouble following through on a story -- I’m not good at being decisive or consistent with my writing, I’m always changing my mind and losing the threads of what I was originally trying to do, and honestly most of the time I don’t have an end in mind anyway, so I end up giving up on things too early.

One of the other things I appreciate is just... how compassionate Jonny is when writing his characters. One of my biggest complaints about Dragon Age was always that I felt like certain characters weren’t written with real compassion and weren’t given a chance to grow and so much of their potential was wasted. Jonny Sims, otoh, puts his characters in some dark, painful situations, which can be heartwrenching and anxiety-inducing to listen to (especially when it’s characters I relate to), but he also allows them to grow and change throughout the story, and that adds to their complexity. Even the characters I hate, I can still wrap my head around their motives. Without giving away too many spoilers for anyone who hasn’t listened and wants to eventually, the Big Bad is repulsive in every way but his motives are so realistic and emblematic of real world horrors like imperialism, Machiavellianism, totalitarianism, and a willingness to abuse, manipulate, groom, and oppress others for self-profit.

Jonny Sims manages to utilize common fears, horrors, and phobias to present some really clever and thoroughly unsettling short stories. Even the ones that explore a fear that I don’t personally have make my skin crawl -- he’s just that good at descriptive imagery and conveying psychological horror. And a lot of the episodes also have social commentary (which is a hallmark of good fantasy, sci-fi, and horror for me) -- sometimes it’s subtle, but then sometimes he comes out with these episodes that knock the wind out of you. Especially the most recent episodes. He comes right out of the gate sometimes with a treatise on war or institutional violence or xenophobia and it’s... well, it’s powerful.

And, god, I could write forever about how this story deals with the question of what it means to be human in the most horrific of circumstances -- what choices we make, what we are versus what we do, whether we grow or stagnate, the importance of human connection and trust and love even (and especially) when the world seems against you. The potential for character studies is... oof, I want to write an entire essay.

You know those books that are like, “The Philosophy of [Fiction Story]”? Oh, I am so tempted to write a full essay on the philosophical concepts presented in TMA. Especially existentialism, lmao. “What use is a philosophy minor?” people asked. Apparently the answer is, “Spend time during quarantine writing a treatise on existential philosophy in a horror-tragedy podcast I binged within a week and now can’t shut up about, because it’s been nine years since I had a philosophy class and I forgot how much I enjoyed pointlessly navel gazing about the nature of existence.”

I’ll shut up now. TL;DR if anyone wants to ramble at me about TMA, chances are I’ll be excited to respond. I’m having trouble focusing on creative writing right now, and I think my hype over this podcast might be helping me with writer’s block a little bit.

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