#and thEN THE HAIR AND MAKE UP😙👌

[cladnplaid]

Me shit talking the new One Piece show to then watch it and thoroughly enjoy it

#my brother literally came over and forced me to watch it and im ANGRY because it was actual GOOD #opla #one piece live action #one piece #like fr ONE PIECE is the anime-live-action adaption to preak the curse? REALLY? #after they tried and failed SO MANY TIMES #death note and fullmetal alchemist. frikin COWBOY BEBOP! #BUT one piece?! with its looney tooney absurdity WORKED?! #i'm confounded. Bamboozled. befuddled even! #i embarrassingly want to see some bts break downs of the vfx and stunt work so frikin bad! #and dont even get me started on the costumes!😩👌 #and thEN THE HAIR AND MAKE UP😙👌 #it had NO BUSINESS being that good! #im not even mad at the typos in this #im just smashing my phone keyboard #rambles

[reiderwriter]

Hello!I hope you are having a great day!I love LOVE your writing and I would like to request a fanfiction where the reader is Hotch's daughter who works at the bau and is in a secret relationship with spencer without her dad knowing.Spencer wants to tell the team but she is scared about how they'll react so they fight but during a case she gets kidnapped and the feelings are high,so spencer accidentally reveals the relationship.I would love if it ended in smut (possibly dom!spencer who is angry at her for being so reckless and risking her life like that) and maybe a lot of angst??Hotch could potentially be fuming but when they get her back he decides that he will let them be??I would like my emoji to be 🌼!Thank you in advance and if you write this I would absolutely LOVE to read it!🤍🤍

A/N: I love writing for a Hotchner Reader because the Hotch/Spencer parallels are so 😙👌 This was so fun to write!

Warnings: Smut/ Angst with a happy ending, Semi-public sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, case details, kidnapping, abuse, strangulation, mentions of child death/ allusions towards pedophilia etc, Hotch is a somewhat shitty/overprotective dad/boss.

Masterlist!

Falling back into a hotel bed that wasn't yours, you wrapped your legs around Spencer Reid as he furiously worked open the buttons of your shirt, his lips locked with yours in a furious exchange. 

“Spencer, Spencer, we can't-” You moaned as his lips fell down to your ear, a small tap to your thigh signalling that he wanted tour legs spread for him. Despite your vocal protests, you complied.

“Need to feel you,” he groaned, nipping and sucking his way down your chest as his big hands began pushing your skirt up and your panties down. 

“Spencer, someone will hear.” 

“I don't care who hears,” he whispered, finally ridding you of the last piece of material covering your wet sex. “I just want to make you feel good.”

His lips fell to your cunt, falling on your cunt as he began his ministrations. You loved this, the feeling of him near, his lips on you, his tongue teasing out whimper, then moan, then a scream of his name as you came undone on his lips. But that wasn't a chance you could take today. 

“He's in the next room, Spencer. Fuck, he's going to hear us.” 

You wouldn't push him off, enjoying too much the feeling of your building pleasure, so appealing to your boyfriend to do the right thing was your last resort as your hips bucked into his face, chasing your orgasm. 

He didn't stop, but held your hips down, thrusting his tongue in and out of you as his fingers came up to tease your clit. 

“Spencer, fuck-” you slapped a hand over your mouth as you shuddered below him, finally reaching your climax. 

Your hands fell limp as he worked you through the end of your orgasm before rising up to lay beside you on the bed. 

“I wish you wouldn't push it, Spencer. You're a dead man if he catches us like this.” 

“Hotch won't kill me just because I'm dating his daughter. I don't understand why you don't want to tell people.” 

You ran your hands through your hair in frustration. It was a conversation you'd been back and forward on a lot in the past six months. 

Dating a coworker was tricky, doubly so when your coworker’s boss - and your boss - was your overprotective father. Things only became more complicated when you factored in a ten year age gap and the fact that your father refused to view you as an adult, even when you were a fully qualified member of his own team. 

You'd had to fight for acceptance into the FBI and go above him to get the job on his team, a decision that he still berated you for to this day. But you'd had enough of him shielding you from reality, and it was a step you needed to take. 

Falling in love with Spencer Reid, though, that was just pure bad luck. 

You weren't sure how it had taken you until joining the team to meet the man, but you sure were glad he hadn't been introduced earlier. You'd joined the team at 24, having been in grad school until your FBI Academy application was approved, and somehow in the 10 years before that Spencer had worked under your father, you'd never crossed paths.

Of course, you knew who he was before that from context and conversations with your father, and of course, he figured out who you were quickly based on the many arguments you'd had in Hotch’s office. But that hadn't stopped you from repeatedly falling into his bed month after month, and then falling in love with him. 

Your relationship was more than the sex, but it was also a lot of sex. From the stories you'd heard, and from the look of him, you'd assumed that Spencer was a delicate little flower, an innocent in the bedroom as much as any 34 year old man could be. 

And then you'd both been offered spiked drinks at a holiday party courtesy of Penelope Garcia, and he'd proved you deliriously wrong. He'd been hooked from then on, and after waking up awkwardly in his bed the next morning to two cups of coffee and a spread of breakfast pastries he'd gone out to specifically pick up for you, you'd been hooked on him as well. 

The only problem was Hotch. 

You certainly weren't winning any daughter of the year awards already with the stunt you pulled to get on the BAU, but you didn't want to be completely and totally disowned just yet. 

“Hotch won't kill you for dating his daughter, you're right,” you mumbled back to Spencer rolling yourself back on top of him and pinning his arms down so his fingers couldn't tease you any further. 

“Thank you, now if you trust me, I've ran like four different scenarios in my head so-” 

“He'd definitely fire us both, though. And that's worse than death.”

“Y/N….” 

“Tell me I'm wrong, please. Back up your findings with empirical evidence. He doesn't want me on the team, Spencer. He doesn't even want me in the FBI. I think he'd be happy enough to ship me out of the country, too, if that helped.”

Spencer sighed and tugged your hair behind your ear as he gestured for you to sit up. 

“I know it's scary. But I love you. I don't care about the consequences because I'll still love you before and after telling him.”

“And during?” 

“I might freak out a bit, but deep down, the love will be there still.”

You hit him with a pillow and climbed off the bed. 

“Okay, get out now. I'll think about it but you really can't stay here tonight.” He nodded, grabbing his things and pulling his clothes back into place. 

“So, like we're totally done for tonight? Nothing else.”

“Spencer! Out!” You whisper-shouted the words and watched him turn your door handle as slowly as possible before he waved his goodbye and left your room. 

12 hours later, you were once again getting frustrated with Spencer Reid. And Aaron Hotchner. They may soon be enemies, but goddamn they were perfect for each other in some ways. 

“Hotch, you can't just give me nothing to do. Send me to the morgue with Rossi, or let me interview family members with Tara. I'm a member of this team, too, so let me do my job.” 

“You'll do well to remember that I'm your boss, Y/N.”

“You're acting more like my dad right now. A boss would utilize his team members.” 

You'd been stuck in this stale mate since the morning, and Reid hadn't helped at all. When giving out assignments that morning, you'd not been notably left out of crime scene investigation, suspect interrogation, and anything helpful. Reid usually asked for your assistance at times like these, but he was finally putting his money where his mouth was and keeping distance from you in the office.

So far, you'd ran coffees back and forth between the kitchen and work room and had been communicating back and forth with JJ and Derek in the field and Garcia back at Quantico. 

You'd been, for lack of better comparison, relegated to receptionist. 

“At least let me work on the geographical profile with Reid-” 

“Absolutely not.” 

You stiffened at the reaction, wondering just exactly why he would react so strongly. Spencer had snuck in a few secret kisses here and there this morning, though you'd been sure that you'd had no witnesses. 

“Why not?” 

“I don't want you to distract him.”

Bile settled in the back of your throat as you tried your best to bite your tongue and keep the bitter words in. 

“You know, sometimes, Dad, it feels like you love everyone on this team more than you love me.” 

He locked eyes with you quickly, but he glance was dismissive and stern, almost as if he was asking you ‘seriously.’ 

You turned on your heels and began to walk out before he called out from behind you again. 

“Y/N,” you stopped despite yourself. 

“Leave the gun and badge on the desk. We'll discuss this after the case is closed.”

You almost laughed. You almost blurted out your relationship with Spencer just to spite him. You followed his order and took yourself out of the office for some fresh air, finally giving him what he wanted. 

An hour of aimlessly wandering down the street, and you turned into a run-down park. 16 missed calls from Spencer and other members of the team, who'd no doubt watched you turn in your badge. 

Garcia had even called a few times, and you felt guilty for not forwarding her calls somewhere else, knowing she'd probably have key case information for someone. 

But you just couldn't handle it anymore, so you switched it off, pushed it back into your pocket, and kept walking. 

It was two more blocks before the man following you pushed a soaked rag over your mouth and nose and pushed your unconscious body into the back of a waiting van. 

×××××

Two hours of near constant complaining to Hotch had gotten Spencer nowhere in his demands to know just where you went. 

He'd called you 36 times since Hotch had told him you'd left, and he hadn't stopped freaking out since. 

“But where did she go?” 

“I sent her back to the motel.” 

“All of our cars, bar the one JJ and Morgan took to the crime scene, are outside and accounted for. The motel is a 34-minute drive away. It'll take her 5 hours on foot through our unsubs hunting grounds, and I'm not sure if you've noticed, but she matches the victim profile we just gave. Where is she?” 

A muscle in Hotch's jaw twitched, but neither of them moved, eyes locked in battle to see who would back down first.

A call from Penelope ended whatever disaster was storming between them. 

“Hotch hey, I can't get in contact with mini-Hotch, so here I am. Morgan called earlier from the crime scene. From the way they're posed, he said they could be possible stand-ins for a lost child  a daughter or a sister, so I cross checked the ownership of the vehicles that run with the tires we found prints of at the scene, and I got a name. Like one.”

“Great work, Penelope, send it over.” 

Hotch dropped the call and looked back up at Spencer, readying himself to give orders and push the issue. 

Again, their standoff was interrupted. 

“Hotch,” JJ rushed in, carrying a radio dispatcher, face white, and filled with worry. “You need to hear this.”

“Witness reported an abduction on East and 7th, patrol surveyed the scene and found a cellphone. Identifying information suggests it belongs to a Y/N Hotchner. We're bringing it into the stat-” 

Hotch stood so fast his chair almost crashed to the floor. He stood so fast that he barely had time to dodge the lunge Spencer took in his direction, fist pulled back. It would connect, given the chance  he knew it would. He'd been the one to teach Spencer to throw a punch in the first place. 

Morgan insinuated himself between the two men before, and blood could be shed, quickly pulling Spencer back as Rossi, too, rushed into the room to diffuse the situation. 

“One hour. I've been asking you for one hour where she went, and you wouldn't answer me. You made her leave her gun behind.” 

It wasn't exactly a shout, but there was something broken in his voice, as of his mouth had filled with blood and he could only spit hate at a man who'd been a mentor to him until seconds before. 

“If she's hurt- fuck, if even a hair on her head is out of place, I'll-” 

“What, Spencer? What will you do? She's my daughter. What could you do that-”

“She's my girlfriend! She's my girlfriend, she's the love of my life. God, I want to marry her, I have the ring, I have the proposal planned, all that was left was telling you and then asking her, but you've been such a dick to her about this job, and about cases, and God knows what else, that she doesn't want to say anything to you, and now you've driven her away and she's fucking gone. And she could be hurt or in danger or d-de…” 

He crumpled to the floor, Morgan still holding him as his legs gave way beneath him. 

Nobody moved for what felt like hours, still in their grief, shock, some just nervous to see what would happen next. 

“You've been in this situation before, Hotch. So have I. It's …. It hasn't ended well for us before.” 

The words were so final, so defeated that they sucked the air out of the room.

“Morgan,” Hotch started quietly, eyes still locked with Reid's, still staring down the reflection of his own despair.

“Get Garcia back on the line, I want confirmation that the vehicle that picked Y/N up is the same one that our unsub has been using to set up crime scenes. See if she can lift a name and an address. Rossi, if he's skilled enough to pick up an FBI Agent unaware, we need a SWAT team, get one on standby.”

Slowly growing in volume, he continued, as the room started moving at his signal. 

“JJ, Tara, take over where Reid left off with the geographical profile. Look at Y/N's last known location and how far a car could've gotten in the last 24 minutes.” 

He paused again, staring Reid down. 

“Reid, you're with me.” 

xxxxx

It took you a few seconds to gain a sense of your surroundings when you came to. Partially because of the drug induced migraine splitting your head, and partially because of the mess of ribbons and stuffed toys you'd woken up in. 

A change of clothes, and hands tied to what seemed to be a children's bed and you felt so grossly vulnerable your body shook with a few harsh sobs before you regained your composure and remembered your training. 

The knots on the rope holding your hands were tight. There wasn't much room to move with them pinned above your head, but you recognised them as naval knots. Your unsub had experience at sea, recreational or professional you'd yet to determine. 

Looking around again, you looked for entries and exits, wanting to know how the unsub would come in again and how you could get out. 

There were no windows, but a set of stairs leading up towards a solid door told you that you'd been locked inside a basement. A basement decorated similarly to a child's bedroom. 

Dimly lit by a mass of fairy lights, the room seemed covered head to toe in teddy bears, dolls, and children's books, a sturdy handmade doll’s house standing in the corner of the room. 

Faintly, you heard the creaking of floorboards above you before the handle of the basement door rattled and more light poured in. 

“I bought you breakfast, cupcake.” 

There was no time to feign unconsciousness again as your captor finally came into view. 

He was older than middle-aged, slightly wider around the midsection than you assumed he'd been in his youth. His hair was closely cropped and laid neatly, leading you to suspect he was former military. 

“Oh, good, you're awake. What do you want to do today, cupcake? Daddy has some time off now, I can play with you all you want.” 

You moved slowly, pushing yourself up to a seated position so you could bend your arms a bit. But you didn't look away, needing to keep him in your line of sight the entire time.

“Where am I?” You asked slowly, trying to keep your voice steady. 

“Wow, you must've had a deep sleep cupcake. You're in your bedroom, silly!”

The man's sprightly tone was disconcerting, and you could see a muscle in his forehead twitch slightly as you spoke. 

“O-of course. My mistake. Maybe I'm just still tired.”

He laid the tray on the bedside table and sat on the bed next to you. You tried your best not to shy from his touch as he stroked your hair, but every muscle in your body tensed and pulled from him reflexively. 

A quick glance to the tray and you saw the food he'd brought you was a small cup of pills and a glass of water to rinse them down with. 

If he noticed your flinch, he said nothing, grabbing a hairbrush from the nightstand and beginning to comb through your hair slowly and deliberately, taking care like one would a daughter. 

“Daddy,” you took a chance, recalling the name he'd given himself earlier. “Can we play outside today? I want to go to the park.” 

He stopped moving, and you held your breath as his smile dropped. 

“No, sweetie. You know we don't go to parks.” 

“Why not? I really want to play there, Daddy, please!”

In seconds, his hands wrapped around your throat as he pushed you back down into the bed, holding you there with his tight, suffocating grip. 

“Shut the fuck up you little slut. I said we don't go to parks, you listen. I am your father, you are not being taken by one of those sick freaks again.” 

He released you as quick as he grabbed you and stood up, pacing as he attempted to regain composure. 

“You can draw or we can have a tea party but you know we can't go out. You know that cupcake, I've told you so many times.” 

He grabbed at his hair, pulling it from its carefully styled arrangement into a mess, his fingers leaving red marks against his white skin as he pushed and pulled his head. 

He breathed deeply, and you sat up, trying to regain your composure as you watched him lose his. 

“What was her name?” You whispered, half hoping he would hear you, half praying that he'd ignore you for the sake of his fantasy. 

“W-What?” 

“Your daughter. What was her name?” 

He focused on you again, but his hands - hands that you knew could and would choke the life out of you if you did something wrong again - his hands were shaking. 

You heard the floorboards creaking upstairs and decided to push your questioning, hoping it meant what you thought it did. 

“Why are you saying it like that, ‘was?’ Is. Her name is, your name is Laura, and you're my little cupcake.” 

“What happened to her?” You filled your voice with as much sympathy and understanding as you could muster, one eye on the basement door that was being slowly pushed open. One look at Morgan at the top of the stairs had your heart rate slowing to a calmer speed. You locked eyes with him for a second, halting him, and he nodded, waiting for your signal. 

“You, you're my cupcake, you look just like… She should look just like you.” 

The man sat on the bed again, stroking a hair out of your eye as his filled with tears. 

“Fifteen years. I looked for her for fifteen years, you know. If I hadn't taken her to that park-” 

“That must have been hard.” 

He nodded as he broke down in silent sobs. 

“They said… they said she probably died a day or two after we lost her. When they found her, she was…” he rested his head on your shoulder, let him cling to you as he mourned his daughter. 

“We couldn't identify her, but she had that teddy with her. The teddy with the cupcake in its hands. She never went anywhere without it. So we…we knew.

You looked at Morgan as he slowly made his descent into the room, closely followed by JJ. 

The man looked up into your eyes again, wiping the tears from his face. 

“She was only 8.” He looked defeated, and your heart broke for him, even as you wished to get as far away from him as you could physically muster. 

Morgan pulled him up and away from you as he secured the man with handcuffs, but his eyes remained locked on you. 

JJ untied you and guided you out, but you felt his gaze bite into you ever after you'd left the basement. 

As soon as you were above ground, you let your body divest itself of adrenaline, your legs buckling as JJ tried to catch you. Another set of arms was quicker, though, and you didn't even register Spencer's arrival before burying your head in his chest and letting your sobs escape you. 

He guided you to your feet and walked you out to the ambulance, his arms protectively wrapped around you, his lips peppering kisses along your hairline and forehead, anywhere he could reach. In moments, you were bundled into the ambulance, and three gentle voices were trying to calm you, to pry you away from your comfort doll.

You wondered if you'd die like the unsubs daughter had, if they'd find you clinging to Spencer the way she had to her teddy bear.

“Y/N,” your father's deep voice was clear and smooth, the only thing that was cutting through the wretched moment of pain you were enduring. 

You remembered yourself again, relinquishing your grip on Spencer and wiping the tears from your face as you finally looked towards Aaron Hotchner. 

The paramedics took their chance and began checking your vitals, working around you in a hurry. 

“Dad, I'm sorry, I was walking and didn't notice that he was behind me, I should've been more careful-”

“Y/N, it’s okay. You're okay now.” 

You nodded as he came closer. You ignored the tears in his eyes, trying not to break down again. It had been an age since you'd last witnessed him cry, at another crime scene with another family member and another unsub. You couldn't think about how close you'd come to making him relive his worst nightmare. 

Spencer's hand was still firm in yours, and you held it like a lifeline, though you were sure your nails had to be cutting him by now. It took another moment to register that he was holding onto you just as hard, that he was unmoving, still where he was usually a series of compulsive moments, tapping, hand wringing, fists clenching and releasing. 

You glanced between the men, who had now become quiet as they surveyed you, and noticed the tension. Before you could say anything, though, the paramedics took over. 

“We're going to get you to the hospital now, Agent, one coworker can accompany you in the vehicle, preferably one with knowledge of your medical history.”

Both men immediately moved forward again, as if ready to jump into the van, before turning again to each other. 

“Shit,” you mumbled to yourself just as the buzzing in your head from the migraine grew louder. 

“Y/N, it's your choice. Who do you want to come?” Spencer said gently, his body still stiff with worry. 

“I'm her father. This isn't a question of who she likes better.”

“I have her medical records memorized, and I have more knowledge about the drugs the unsub gave her, but Y/N can choose for herself because she is a grown woman.”

You sighed and dropped the man's hand as the medics ushered you into the van fully, but the men were fully absorbed in their fight for dominance that they barely registered it. 

“JJ. JJ is coming with me,” You could see both of them turn back to you to argue, but you continued before they could. “Because I am a grown adult who knows her own medical history, and I don't need my father and my… coworker having territory wars over my wellbeing.” 

And possibly because she'd be the least awkward option to answer the questions about sexual activity and possibility of pregnancy around, but you really did not need to vocalize that. 

“Right now, I'm just a victim you've saved. Go and do your jobs and meet me at the hospital later because I am not doing overtime completing paperwork while on suspension.” 

JJ climbed up into the ambulance and the doors shut, letting you finally get a few moments peace as it began slowly making its way to whatever hospital was closest. 

“He knows, right?” You asked, covering your eyes with your hands as you braved for the answer. 

“Hotch? You could say that he figured it out.” 

“That bad?” 

“Spencer threw a punch at him. He tried to at least.” 

“What?!” Your body shot up, but the paramedic gently forced you back into a laid position, giving you a warning look to stay put as she checked your blood pressure. 

“Don't be too hard on him, Y/N. He thought he was going to lose you. They both did. I don't think either of them would survive it happening again.” 

The guilt hit you right in the chest as you nodded and dropped the conversation. 

“Maybe I should've let Spencer come with me.” 

“Why?” JJ asked, not offended bit curious. 

“Because I'm not entirely sure my father won't throw that punch back at him now he knows I'm okay. It's hard being in a relationship if one of you is dead.” 

The older woman chuckled slightly, and you settled back down, letting the car movements rock you into sleep. 

xxxxx

A few hours later and some quietly bickering voices pulled you from the rest you'd so sorely needed. Without even opening your eyes, you knew they'd both subtly scrambled to your bed to make sure you were comfortable. 

“What are you talking about?” You asked, wiping your eyes carefully as you tried to sit up, arms still aching from being tied up. 

“Oh shit-” you exclaimed after seeing your boyfriends freshly split lip. 

“Dad, what the fuck?” 

“Y/N, it's fine. It doesn't hurt.” 

“Aaron Hotchner, do you have nothing to say for yourself?” You tried to put all of tour anger into the words as you said them, bit he looked at you again with his straight face, and you crumpled under the pressure. 

“I won't…I'm not going to object. I just ask you to keep your private life separate from your work.” 

“And you're going to punch my boyfriend while I'm unconscious, so I can't defend him.” 

“I'm still your father, and he deserved it.” 

You looked back over to Spencer, who was quite notably not meeting your eyes. 

“Do I want to know?” 

“I'm leaving now. Jack will be here soon. He wants to check on you now that school is over. We told him you were hurt trying to save a sick man.” 

“Thank you, dad.” 

He nodded at you and left you alone in your hospital room with Spencer. 

“Why did you deserve it?” You whisper shouted the moment you assumed he was out of earshot. 

“The doctor came in and asked about some old bruises on your upper thighs. And ass. And chest. I had to admit they weren't sustained during the kidnapping, and Hotch wasn't pleased.” 

You huffed out a sound halfway between incredulous and a strangled moan of shame as you curcled yourself up into a ball and tried your best to die. 

“Great. Wonderful.”

“If it makes you feel any better, he thought it was signs of domestic violence and not just rough...sex.” 

“Yes, Spencer, that makes me feel entirely more comfortable with the situation.” 

Registering the sarcasm in your voice, he quieted down again, settling into the chair by your bedside and grabbing your hand. 

You sat silently together for a few minutes before either of you said anything. 

“I'm sorry. I know you didn't want him to find out.” 

“Spencer, you don't have to apologise. All things considered, this is possibly the best way he could've found out.”

“My busted lip suggests otherwise, I think.” 

“And a whole lot more would've been busted if he caught us any other time. Besides, I already lost my job, so there's not much else at stake anymore.” 

The words stung you as you said them, but you did still feel the weight of your dismissal in your chest, spreading miserably through your bones. 

“Does your head still hurt?”

“Not really, why?”

“You're not as perceptive as you usually are.”

You shot him a confused look as he smiled softly down at you, offering a nod towards the small coffee table under the window of your hospital room. 

There on your table sat your creds and your gun. The silent acknowledgement you'd been waiting for from your father. 

Spencer sat by you as you did your best to hold off the tears. He let you pretend there was something in your eye, let you wonder if your eyes had become watery because of dust from the basement. He quietly held your hand as you grinned and grinned until you pulled him in for a kiss and held him close to you. 

His lips were soft as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of you even as he tried to hold himself up and off you so he didn't hurt you. 

“You know,” you said, punctuating each word with another sweet kiss. “This means- that- you're- stuck- with- me.” 

He laughed into your final kiss, finally pulling back for more air, studying your face as if he were trying to memorize it. 

“That was never the issue.” 

“Oh really, and what was?”

He kissed your again, slow and deep this time, taking his time working his hands down from your hair to your neck to cup your face so you were opened up to him, letting his lips and tongue explore everything he wanted to. He pulled away eventually and instinctively your lips tried to chase his, even as he pulled out of reach. 

“Making sure you stayed by my side.” 

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[springtyme]

You asked for Spencer-centric thoughts, and i shall deliver!

You cannot tell me that that during quarantine, reader and husband spencer didn’t do a wordle and the nyt mini crossword first thing in the morning. I just imagine r just doing it one day and technophobe spence absolutely clueless, yet intrigued and immediately getting hooked on them.

Anyways, thanks for helping all the hot people stay delusional xoxo

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ♡

Spencer Reid x reader || Masterlist || Spencer playlist

Omg, anon, your mind!!! this is just simply *chefs kiss 😙👌 and totally something husband!Spencer would do! (Ugh, I need him so bad!) and I'm always down to keep the hotties delusional 💕 thank you so much for sending this in, lovie!

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The sun peeks through the curtains, casting a warm golden glow across the bedroom where you lie in bed, still under the covers. It is another day of quarantine, another day of uncertainty and isolation. But thankfully, you are not alone.

Spencer, your husband of three years, is fast asleep next to you, his messy hair spread out on the pillow and his lips slightly parted. You can’t help but smile at the sight of him, so peaceful and serene in his slumber. 

With a sleepy smile, you grab your phone, there is still over half an hour till your alarm goes off. That is one of the nicer things that has come out of this whole ordeal, the extra time in the morning now that you have to work from home, and all the extra time you get to spend with Spencer is so precious to you. 

You can’t help but snap a quick picture of him as he lays there, he looks so peaceful and relaxed, and it is moments like these that you want to capture and keep forever, smiling to yourself as you make it your new home screen. 

You quickly scroll through your notifications, checking in on the latest news and messages before opening up the Wordle app. As you begin to fill in the letters, Spencer begins to slowly stir beside you. “Morning,” he murmurs before letting out a little yawn.

You look over at him, his eyes still half closed. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” you say with a chuckle, leaning over to plan a soft kiss on his cheek. Spencer grumbles in response, still half-asleep but clearly enjoying the affection.

He stretches languidly, his arm brushing against yours, sending a spark of warmth through you. “What time is it?” he asks, rubbing his eyes.

“It’s still early,” you reply, showing him the screen of your phone. “We have some time before we need to get up.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” Spencer mumbles, leaning into your touch as you run your fingers through his tousled hair with your nondominant hand while you continue to play the game, occasionally glancing over at Spencer as he slowly wakes up. The sunlight fills the room more and more, illuminating the warmth of the moment between the two of you.

“What are you up to?” he asks, as he finally opens his eyes fully, looking at the phone screen curiously.

You chuckle softly as he squints his eyes to better see the colorful grid of letters on your phone.“It’s just this word game I'm playing. I have to guess a five-letter word in six tries, and it gives me feedback on each guess. It’s pretty fun, actually. You wanna try?”

Spencer nods, still somewhat confused but willing to give it a try. You hand him the phone, and he furrows his brow in concentration as he studies the letters on the screen. After a few moments of contemplation, he tentatively enters his first guess. You watch with amusement as he receives the feedback and starts to strategize his next move, sitting himself up to rest his back against the headboard, reaching for his glasses on the bedside table.  

You can’t help but smile at his focus, his dedication to this simple word game making you love him even more. As he continues to guess and receive feedback, you snuggle closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Wow, you’re good at this,” you comment, it never never ceases to amaze you how his brilliant mind can adapt to new challenges with such ease.

“I guess all those hours of reading dictionaries finally paid off,” he jokes, chuckling at his own nerdiness.

He quickly finishes the game and looks at you triumphantly, a proud smile on his face, clearly pleased with himself. You laugh, giving him a congratulatory kiss on the cheek. “Good job, smarty pants,” you tease, feeling grateful for these simple moments of joy and connection with your husband. 

“Can I do another one?” he asks eagerly, his eyes bright with excitement.

“Sorry, babe, there is only one a day, you’ll have to wait till tomorrow”you say, ruffling his hair playfully. “But we can play together again tomorrow morning if you want.” 

Spencer pouts exaggeratedly, but then shrugs with a smile. “Alright, I’ll hold you to that.” 

“But the New York Times has a crossword puzzle we can do together if you want,” you suggest, knowing how much Spencer loves a good challenge. His eyes light up at the mention of the crossword puzzle, and he eagerly agrees.  

“You think I can get that Wordle thing on my phone too?” Spencer asks, reaching for his own phone, which he usually only uses for phone calls and texting, despite him being a walking oracle of knowledge not very tech-savvy and not very fond of technology. 

You laugh at his eagerness, nodding in approval. “Of course, I’ll help you get it set up,” you say, enjoying his enthusiasm. You can’t help but smile as the device lights up, the lock screen displaying a picture of the two of you on your last vacation, arms around each other, smiling brightly into the camera.

As you show Spencer how to download the app and set it up on his phone, you feel a surge of gratitude for the life you have built together. Despite the challenges of quarantine and the uncertainty of the future, you find solace in the warmth of your relationship and the simple joy of spending time with each other.

With the app up and running on Spencer’s phone, you both settle back against the pillows, ready to tackle the crossword puzzle together. As you work through the clues and fill in the boxes, you can’t help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. The worries and stresses of the outside world fade away, replaced by the simple pleasure of being with the person you love.

The room fills with the sound of your laughter and playful banter as you work together to solve the puzzle. Spencer’s intelligence and wit never fail to impress you, and you feel fortunate to have him by your side, especially during these trying times.

After successfully completing the crossword puzzle, you both set aside your phone and cuddle up together, enjoying the comfort of each other’s presence before you eventually have to get up and join your zoom meetings.

As you snuggle closer to Spencer, feeling the warmth of his body next to yours, you can’t help but appreciate the love and companionship you share. “I’m so grateful that it is you that I’m stuck with,” you say softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. 

Spencer turns to look at you, his eyes soft with affection. “I feel the same way, my love,” he replies, reaching out to intertwine his fingers with yours, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to your lips. You lean into the kiss, feeling a rush of love and gratitude wash over you. “But we better get up and start our day,” Spencer says, reluctantly pulling away from you. You nod in agreement, not wanting to leave the comfort of the bed but knowing that the he is right.

With a shared sigh, you both get out of bed and start your morning routines, enjoying the simple moments of togetherness as you go about your day. The sun continues to shine through the windows, casting a warm glow over your home as you and Spencer get through the day. 

And as the day comes to a close, you both settle back in bed, falling asleep in each other’s arms, the warmth of your love and companionship surrounding you like a protective shield. And as you drift off to sleep, you know that as long as you have each other, you can face whatever life throws your way.

#springtyme writes #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #dr spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction #dr spencer reid #doctor spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x y/n #doctor spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fic #spencer reid x fem!reader #criminal minds #spencer reid x f!readder #spencer reid x gn reader

[chryso0]

What do you think of Aki's features and body??(My question sounds like a pervert😅)

Sorry for the super late response LOL I only just realized I have an index box with a ton of old messages I never saw before 😙

Not gonna lie yeah ur question does sound a little perverted 🤭🤭 but y’know u are among friends in this genre 😂

I answered a similar question before, about whether I think Akihito is a great beauty? but i’ll answer again for emphasis 👌

There is common troupe in BL’s, that i think fits Akihito to a tee..

The troupe is basically this — Normal, average dude becomes the uke for a seme who is ridiclously handsome, successful and rich. Yet despite their difference in status and the uke having supposedly an average apparance, he is still flooded with admirers who openly want him to break up with boyfriend and pursue him. The story ultimatly makes the line blurry over which of the male leads — the uke or the seme is the actual catch! And it is somewhat reveals that the uke is the one that is special, desirable, and actually incrediably physically attractive.

In this way. Akihito looks are kinda deceiving. Where does he fit in this troupe? Is he actually a great beauty or is he just a normal guy with a heart of gold that people become attached to.

This is hard to answer because Asami did not approach Akihito because of he was touched by kindness — which is often how the above BL troupe plays out in other Manga’s. Asami approached him for very impure reasons. Probably to purposefully sully that “heart of gold” I mean he does love a good challenge! I tend to say that I actually do believe that Akihito is actually very good looking, and his must be body noticably good — and that this was the real reason Asami first approached him. He was more interested in Akihito’s physical body then anything else— and only later found out about his whole heart of gold trait which I think became the reason Asami stayed.

But here is also what i mean when I say Akihito’s looks are deceiving. He is a guy who is frequently described by fic writers and by sensei her self, as someone who doesn’t put a lot of effort into his looks. He wears causal street clothing, jeans and Tshirts. His hair is sorta wild and spikey. He is described as a delinquent - but internally he is not one at all! In fact he has very strong morales but for some reason he doesn’t care if people thinks he is one based on his appearances. Which tells me he simply does not care about his outward appearance.

In contrast we have Asami - he wears neatly pressed and polished suits. Which are frequently said to be custom made! He slicks his hair back every morning. His neatly polished outward appearances is in contrast with his real life underworld crime boss persona. Which in Japan — is in total contrast with peoples ideas about what “bad people” look like. Yakuza’s have a specific aesthetic that is very identifiable (espeically in manga) but Asami just does not fit that at all! And that in a way is meant to be the irony of their characters.

Akihito looks like delinquent but he isn’t one. Asami looks like a clean cut upright business man - but he isn’t one! Both very deliberately chooses.

Anyway the reason I point this all out is because - it’s my personal belief that Akihito is actually extremely good looking and eye catching! Enough that his physical apparance was enough to catch Asami’s eye. But because of how he presents himself outwardly— you might not realize it right away. But Asami I think has an eye for these things. He has an eye for talent, one might say! I think he saw right through Akihito and knew he was something special.

We know Akihito must meet basic standard of attractiveness - y know having clear skin, nice teeth and smile, youthfulness. But In a way I think you might think he is attractive but not worth a secound glance- and that is where I think he is deceiving. Because he has the type attractiveness that you maybe wouldn’t notice on first glance. I often say that Akihito looks are like diamond in the rough kind thing — I think he is really a hidden prince under neath an exterior that is rather shaby. He has an outer shell that is kinda rugged and unruly — it’s hard to see past. Especially in a place like Japan were outward apparances mean a lot.

This idea of Akihito’s looks being fairly innocuous is confirmed by the many associates of Asami who repeatably are shocked that Asami even associates with Akihito. It’s not shock over Asami being in a relationship with a man— its shock that Akihito seems so plain. Akihito is seen as an outlier in Asami’s life. The people around Asami see Akihito as Below Average—In comparison to the grandeur and status that Asami has.

If Asami is this powerful person — shouldn’t he have the best of the best? But instead he keeps this grungy teenager looken dude around?? To their eyes it makes no sense. No body cares about what Akihito’s abilities are, or if he’s kind or talented, because in their eyes Akihito is just a boy toy. Yet, they don’t get what his appeal is. They questioning their relationship because of Akihito’s unassuming, and delinquent apparance— which is in such contrast to Asami’s clean cut business like outward appearance.

Y’know what I mean. Maybe they can agree that Akihito is good looking but he still clashs with Asami’s persona. Although their contrast i think has always been this manga’s charm.

Almost all the characters have said something allong the lines of what’s so special about him?? Mikhail in their first meeting on the boat in Hong Kong arch, Kuroda too— saying its one of Asami’s “whims”. It was really only Fei Long who knew right away that Akihito must be “one of Asami’s” as he said during their first meeting, and he immediately saw that Akihito was physically attractive with “fine skin”.

The Sudo arch, where Sudo repeatably expresses a confusion and jealous over Akihito’s presence in Asami’s life! Obviously his questioning of their relationship is rooted in jealousy. But he also has, I think, good reason to wonder what hold Akihito has on Asami. In his eyes he has given everything to be Asami’s best guy— litterally bending over backwards to be noticed but it still it has no affect. Meanwhile, in Sudo’s eyes Akihito is unrefined, and unfit for the likes of Asami. This arc is interesting for a number of reasons, and I am gonna go off on a tangent talking about it. Because i think it’s really not an accident that Akihito and Sudo are meant to be visually similar.

Sudo is presented to us as almost a “better” version of Akihito. We know he obviously cant hold a candle to our boy!… but he is in a way a version of Akihito that is more mature, business savy, cleaner cut, stylish and trendy in all the ways that Akihito is NOT. He’s sophiscated, he effectively runs one of Asami’s clubs, he’s in the same circles that Asami is in. He was successfully for some time, and he did it all for Asami — all with a mindset that if he could be Asami’s most useful person — Asami would finally pay attention to him. Akihito at least views Sudo as someone who would be a better equal for Asami — compared to himself which he views negatively. Though this is all through Akihito’s insecure eyes — the audience learns early that Asami has no particular feeling towards Sudo at all and actually the “qualities” Sudo have — his ambition and greed are all things Asami AVOID’s when it comes to potential love interest.

But the point is— they all don’t understand the appeal that is — until they are maybe face to face with him that they get it. Even Mikhail, who seems only ever interested in Fei Long, points out early on that it’s Akihito’s body that Fei and Asami are fighting over during the naked arch truth. And it somewhat happens a lot during the story, someone will be unimpressed with Akihito and then they strip him on his clothing and suddenly!! It’s like Akihito is a different person in their eyes- Asami, fei long, Yuri, sakazaki all where enticed by his allure - even Mikhail had to admit that it was his body that was seducing people! Sudo too gets increasingly petty about Akihito and later accuses him of “climbing into Asami’s bed” —and weirdly despite being totally hot for Asami, Sudo ends up using Akihito to get off sexually.

Akihito is of course, very unaware of his own sexual appeal. He is able to hide in plain sight when you think about it. All behind a sorta boyish immature-ness. He flies under the radar for a lot of people. Until you very suddenly become aware of him.

On a side note— Can you imagine a world in which Akihito cleaned himself up and put himself together. Made himself look more like Asami— I think he might become too powerful!! I am sure Asami perfers him like this — he is already dealing with enough competition as it is!

#finder no hyouteki #asami ryuichi #takaba akihito #you're my loveprize in viewfinder #finder series #findermetas

[soleilnomoon]

Hello darling!! *gives you a kiss on the cheek* 😙💚

May I please request scenarios for Law, Ace, and Zoro (separately) finding out that their female S/O is the result of a forbidden romance between a pirate and a Marine? Let's say Alvida and Admiral Akainu??? (sorry it's the only unreal ship I had in mind lol) You know, when they were young and they didn't really know each other's identities and fell in love HARD and after knowing, it was too late cuz: PREGNANT!! AND everyone was like HOW??? And because of the pressure of people and their jobs, they decided to keep the baby but with the father cuz it's more safe (but at the same time not really overflowing with love). Their story is a very famous one, but no one really knows who's the child? But eventually s/o become a strawhat much to the father's anger and have a lot of trust, love issues.. and kind of a lot of mixed feelings for her parents cuz she doesn't know if she has to be grateful for just being born and raised in such good conditions (marine privileges) or hateful cuz they never gave her love, attention or just a proper explanation of the whole situation..

That's it!! I hope it's not too long or too detailed! Feel free to ignore the ask if you don't want to do it! 👌

Also i don't remember how scenario works so if you accept just one character, could you do Law please? Thank you! and have a great writing session! 💚💚💚💚

hello, hello 💖💖 so sorry for the wait, it came out longer than expected so i stuck to law instead <3 it's probably a little more angst than you bargained for, but c'est la vie.

1.8k words, fem reader, sfw (shocking, so shocking), tons of angst (ur welcome), lying (obvy), there's other stuff that idr but it's gonna be a good time i promise 🥴

as usual, fate refuses to be on your side. the realization of this keeps you up night after night, your body barely holding up throughout the week. it’s better to be away from the others—to be away from him, really, the distance a chilling reminder. you’re running out of time. so, you pace around your cabin, bite your nails and pull at your hair—the strands floating down to the floor as moonlight filters in, frustration pouring out of your mouth; small rivulets of bitterness and anger. nothing fucking works. 

several newspaper clippings curl up into each other—the frayed paper weathered and crinkled, a stark contrast against the dark wood of your desk. the headlines are bold, sassy, yet impersonal; there are more speculations on the identity of admiral akainu’s child. 

it never fails to make you question exactly why they want to know so badly; who even cares, right? apparently there are enough curious minds that the news publications can’t stop reporting on it. for a few years, there’s a lull in interest—but once the whitebeard pirates clash with the navy at marineford, there’s a dire, bubbling need to know.

your stomach turns at the thought.

you let out a distressed sigh, flop onto your bed, and sink into the mattress lazily,  as if your world isn’t currently aflame. the lies get harder and harder to keep up with as the years go on; they flow with ease as you improvise, but then people ask questions—and more questions, and follow up questions, clarifying questions, inquisitive but vague questions; questions you aren’t ready or sure of how to answer just yet. 

just the thought of that—of dealing with the weight of your lies and your absolute cowardice, brings a sour taste to your mouth. you’re not sure if this is how things are supposed to be, but you certainly don’t like any of it. 

in theory, your plan makes sense. your father is well-known—a ruthless, self righteous, imposing force of nature that looms menacingly, an inescapable storm, casting judgement as if he is the sky and his words are destruction—attacking like bolts of vicious lightning, the  worst kind of threat to unsuspecting pirates and criminals. you should love him, you should be grateful that he’s protected you the majority of your life, you should keep to yourself, not get into trouble, not cause him trouble. but you don’t. none of it matters to you. 

a marine’s life is one that’s wrought with danger, uncertainty, and obligation. you’re not a marine, but admiral akainu wants you to be. and god forbid you don’t do as your father says. he sets an intricate plan for your life; elite schooling, physical training, strict curfews, no wiggle room for play, friends, love. to covet a father’s love is to sit in darkness, praying for a glimpse of sunlight—artificial or natural, it’s all the same to you. 

you try your best; get good grades, have impeccable manners. under your father’s roof, there is no room for sentimentality, no room for forgiveness, no room for mistakes. except…you are the one mistake that he cannot erase, the truth coming to light in the form of a carelessly discarded letter that your mother sends to him on a bleak, winter morning. she never signs her letters, but you’ve memorized her handwriting—you can spot it anywhere. the heartache doesn’t hit you until the holidays, where you’re forced to endure the cheer and joy of others, where there’s celebration in marineford town—various holiday decorations strung up, the townspeople joyful, boisterous, obnoxiously content with the lives they live on that insipid island.

akainu never makes it home for dinner, rarely sees you at breakfast, so you stew and you plan, biding your time for the ‘right’ moment. it’s because of your connection to the navy that you’re privy to more information than you should be—and because of that your disdain for the powers in charge, for the world government, and yes, even your father, grows exponentially. the war leaves you torn—the absolute carnage left behind from the fighting, the distasteful way your father brutally murders ace, the bravery of a certain straw hat wearing captain leading you to finally take the plunge. 

your nights are plagued by nightmares, voices hidden in the shadow reminding you to act. so, naturally, your rebellion blindsides everyone. 

the pirate life isn’t ideal, but, like your father, your quest for justice is much bigger than life itself. you go by a different name, cut your hair short and dye it. you drop your pleasantries, forced politeness, and instead let your true blasé attitude shine through—the one that you were unable to use in public or at home. when you show your capabilities, when luffy sees how determined you are to make waves in the world he accepts you willfully and with purpose. 

the others are wary, but regardless they respect their captain’s decision. 

because of the wily, untamed nature of fate, you meet trafalgar law and his band of equally zany crewmates. you don’t expect a connection, but it happens, strangely enough, and your nights suddenly aren’t so terrifying anymore. 

it takes convincing, but you do eventually leave the straw hats—law pointing out that it makes absolutely no sense why you’d stay with them when you can be with him. your true nature is not to be a pirate, but a purveyor of justice and anarchy—a good mix in law’s most humble opinion. after years together, you learn that it’s impossible to keep hiding things from him, that at any given moment you’re clawing at your throat ready to just scream and tell him everything. 

but that never happens, does it?

a coward through and through, a dismissive letter from akainu—now the current fleet admiral, to your dismay—informing you that your ties to him are no longer needed. you did what he could not—and just like that, your father ups the bounty on your head. 

the idea of being a wanted criminal isn’t an issue, it’s that you forgot to burn the letter and carelessly left it on your bed. when law finds it, things start clicking for him. your reluctance to talk about your past, your fidgety and flighty behavior, the way you constantly seize up whenever the admirals are mentioned, the panic attacks at the sight of the warships. it all makes sense now. 

so he waits. and waits. and waits. 

he waits so damn long that it hurts to look at you; he doesn’t return your embrace, nor does he talk to you as fondly as he used to. there’s a hardened edge to his words—clipped, terse, nearly unsympathetic as he tries to bait you into a confession. 

it’s when he finally corners you in his office that you tell him everything. it feels so good to get it off your chest, but each minute that passes only makes his heart close off to you more and more. you reach a shaky hand his way, the tears you’ve held onto for so many years causing you the worst kind of agony; it’s not your father’s indifference that guts you, it’s law’s. 

resistance is a bitch to cultivate.. an unshakeable urge creeps over him, one where he wants to stroke your hair, dry your tears, drop kisses along your face to make you feel better. but he doesn’t. he refrains, because if there is one thing he is absolutely skilled at doing, it’s depriving himself of any semblance of happiness he thinks he doesn’t deserve. 

so this works as a double punishment—one for you, and one for him. 

he looks at you coldly, his voice monotone, aloof, void of any emotion as he tells you the one thing you don’t want to here. 

“get the fuck off of my ship.”

even as you plead, beg him to see reason—he doesn’t budge. it’s not often you feel regret for your actions, but you wish you could turn back time and try again—the proper way. you should’ve told him sooner, you know that; but it still hurts. 

the island they leave you on is relatively well-known, but you’re not given an opportunity to say goodbye, nor do you have it in you to chase after him. he hates tearful goodbyes, and this one has him locked in his room, throwing things indiscriminately as his rage takes eons to settle. his crewmates let him be, and while he might want to forgive you a little, he can’t help but see red whenever he thinks of you being akainu’s flesh and blood. it’s ridiculous, he should absolutely hate you. but he doesn’t—he can’t bring himself to. and maybe one day he will, and maybe one day you’ll hate him too. 

but that day won’t come for a long, long time. 

fate really dislikes you, but it takes pity one morning when you find yourself on the beach, an unknown ship approaching the shore. you’ve grown accustomed to searching for the polar tang, the hope that maybe he’ll turn back around and come find you burns fervently in your chest. your heart is a pitiful thing, you know that better than anyone, but still you keep going. 

the ship in question is ludicrous, a shocking splash of pinks and reds and other colors that don’t make sense to you—and when they anchor nearby, when a tall, slender woman saunters off of the ship, laughing coyly at something someone says, recognition dawns on you. 

you know that face. you’ve dreamt about that face. she is your face. foolish, you’re so very foolish. you run through the sand, tears welling in your eyes as you approach her, out of breath and sweaty. she recoils instinctively, a dismissive look on her face, but pales when she takes in the shape of your nose, the fine hairs on your eyebrows, the startling resemblance to herself. 

“y/n…?” she asks cautiously, a small, forced smile on her face. when her crewmates inquire about who you are, she simply shrugs, a shrill laugh tumbling out of her mouth, and says, “she’s not anyone too important.” they laugh and leave you two alone. 

you swallow back your retort, but her eyes soften as she finally takes you in. “sorry about that, y’know how it is.”

the desire to tell her that you actually don’t know how it is almost has you voice that very opinion—but you learned quite a bit from your father; bide your time, wait for the opportune moment, and then strike. 

she offers for you to travel with her, the thought of taking you under her wing grows stronger; she knows how much it’ll piss akainu off, and you’re inclined to indulge her. and by the time law does actually turn back around, frantic to find you and make you explain yourself all over again, you’re gone. the people from the island describe the ship that was seen only a week prior, and his heart drops. 

little does he know, you’re on a quest to find him too—to make things right, to try again with him. your story isn’t a heartfelt fairytale, but there’s a possibility of redemption and a glimpse of happiness in the end. 

#fic request #it's finally done; i actually like this one so thank u anon #trafalgar law #one piece imagine #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #trafalgar law x y/n #law x reader #law x y/n #law is so dramatic but sometimes he's right #‘i can change him’ 🥴 #can u tell how much i h8 akainu? but he's such a compelling character

[rlaehrwk-37]

[Writer-Editor Part 1]

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hey I’m back! and this time with some of my fav LHH/JEY scenes from Star Writer.

there were more but I was too tired to scroll through my endless screenshots

Ji Eunyu is best girl 🥹 I love her so much.

As you can see, this is incredibly unedited MTL. thank you Google translate for messing up the pronouns and stuff so many times. sigh.

LHH compliments JEY a LOT. Be it her face, her hair, her fierce personality and determination, her smartness. he thinks of her advices whenever he’s feeling stuck. she’s everything to him.

Ji Eunyu and Lee Hakhyun go out for coffee and talking about his latest novel that he wrote as a ghostwriter at 4 am 😭

just moments prior, LHH was sitting STARING at his computer screen for 2 HOURS for [spoilers].

Ughh this writer-editor duo will be the death of me 😩

HAHAHSHHWHD HAKHYUN— handholding 😙

LMFAO HE HANDED OUT HIS PHONE STRAIGHT OUT WITHOUT UNLOCKING IT 😭 god these idiots…

her* she*

is he really getting scolded by a college student? 😭😭😭 LMAO HAKHYUN PLS

he cried 😭 he’s so relaxed and vulnerable in her presence. even tho she’s a tough person who can tear his manuscripts apart without batting an eye, he cries so easily in front of her bc she’s his genius editor…

she praises LHH so much, and even enjoys reading his novels even if they’re not as successful among the readers.

She even FIGHTS her superiors for LHH. and apologised for letting him down bc she thinks it’s her fault LHH isn’t getting enough readers. oh god Ji Eunyu… 💔

“I believe in that writer”. 🩷

awwww her smile is beautiful 💗 LHH you’re such a sweetheart.

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WAAAAHH he talks about her so much it’s so insane. they make me so feel so,,,

@lee-hakhyun tagging lime bc i need him to be as insane over them as i am 🧍👌

#I don’t have my laptop rn im mad I can only fit 10 images in one post. there’s so much I wanted to add. #gonna make a part 2 #lee hakhyun #how to become a star writer #ji eunyu

[obsessivelooter]

𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐌𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚

Prelude:

Recently there was a large book fair in my city, this year with a much wider assortment of manga (last year I saw like 6 series tops). So I decided to pick one out, there were very few first volumes and most I wasn't interested in but this one stuck out to me from its cover alone.

Actual book talk:

The book follows a kid named Theo Fumis, a good egg, who adores books, but in his hometown of Amun is discriminated against on the account of his mixed race so isn’t allowed in the local public library. Theo dreams of one day visiting Aftzaak, City of books, where he could read all the books he wants.

I’m not gonna say the plot is exceptionally special, I'm sure something similar already exists but, I really like it. I enjoy seeing how the most disenfranchised members of society are treated, it really helps set up a good groundwork for any further worldbuilding.

[worldbuilding]

Hell, let's talk more about the worldbuilding. The fact that it’s based on Arabia and the folklore of Arabian nights is really refreshing, and it works really well in the context of the story, considering the importance of the Islamic golden age in the history of literature and libraries. The Islamic culture of giving alms is covered briefly as well, and the possible reason why Theo hasn't received any deepens the world nicely. Plus the astatic is just 😙👌. 

Not to say the text rests on its laurels, it has some really nice worldbuilding unique to it. For example, the one that really impressed me was how the sea in this world has become virtually unnavigable due to the heavy fog, and thus the most popular book series is about a pirate captain mapping the world to claim it as its own(in a chill way). According to the VERY nice worldbuilding section at the back of the volume, it's also pushed by the central library to promote cultural tolerance among its readers, which is very cool of them 👍! The central library and its librarians seem very interesting as well, can't wait to learn more about them in their offices in further volumes. the magic system has some potential but at least in this volume it's not heavily explored, but I would love to learn more about spirits that can apparently enchant books.

[pretty pictures]

before continue I'd love to share some of this books incredible art!

I especially liked this page-turning pair of two-page spreads

and this is that worldbuilding section I talked about

[Characters]

All the characters were very interesting with the exception of the townsfolk who understandably didn't get many lines. 

Theo is the quintessential kid protagonist, staying very nice and polite even through all the racism he goes through on the daily basis. That’s not saying he’s some kind of saint, he loathes his long ears, pale complexion, and blonde hair, that differentiate him from the townsfolk, wishing he wasn't shunned. He also feels guilty for making his sister have to provide for him and his education.

Tifa, is an especially hard working and caring sister to Theo, working dawn to dusk to put him through school and give him opportunities that she never had because she can’t read. My hope is that she isn’t relegated just to flashbacks after Theo leaves town.

The Kafans (librarians)

from all the librarians has to be Pipiri, a rowdy pixie like creature, the primary representative of the restoration office, her off the cuff and silly yet knowledgeable personality with her expressive movement quickly endured me to her. I especially liked her interactions with her junior and protogyny Nanako, where she is often the butt of the joke.

Nanako herself is a grate character. She’s fairly reserved but not shy and highly skilled for her age and experience. her mild nature plays perfectly off  Pipiri’s hot and brash nature; even though she seems somewhat demining in their interactions it’s obvious Nanako admirers if mothing Pipiri’s skills as a  restorer, a position with Nanako is dedicated mind and soul.

Sedona despite being the Kafan we spend the most time with didn't feel especially interesting. Only after I had some time to reflect, I realized that she was the only person we saw using magic,  I assumed magic was not that rare among Kafans but it's possible it's rare and mostly concentrated in the members of the Protection office.

Lastly, there’s Anzu, the head of the expedition and an experienced member of the liaisons office. Let's get this out of the way first she's a MILF with a hard M, she's a mother of six with what has to be a very dedicated husband. She's by far the most experienced and knowledgeable in the group. I liked her a lot!

[Final thoughts]

Overall I really liked My Magus of the Library! The story is fairly simple and straightforward, but the characters and worldbuilding make it a unique and enjoyable take on the fantasy genre. It's got a lot of potential and I'm looking forward to the next volume (actually in the time it took me to write this I already bought the next volume, but haven't touched it yet).

If you like good worldbuilding and appreciate libraries this is a manga for you

#magus of the library #mitsu izumi #manga #graphic novel #manga review #book review #arabian nights #worldbuilding #grimoire #fantasy #adventure #manga art #library #books #sorry for any typos

[galaxymagick]

ppl saying astrology is aload of shit.. there’s these two older ladies who are 86/87 who come in and they are really nice and I just love their vibes, and today, one of them is getting her make up out and touching up her hair and to myself I’m like she HAS to be a leo or capricorn, so I say “you’re not a leo are you?” and she said “No I am not. I’m a capricorn” and I said “I was literally gonna say that next”. Her friend is a scorpio which I thought she had to be cause scorpio vibes are just 😙👌.. and I asked them if I could be cheeky and ask for their birthdays and the capricorn literally has a leo mooooooon!!!! And the scorpio is sun moon and mercury scorpio!!!

Capricorn and Scorpios are just

I just can’t avoid them not that I want to..

[make-your-own-evil]

Domestic Michael domestic Michael domestic Michael pls I'm craving domesticity😩 also just read your other hcs and 😙👌chefs kiss love your work

thank you bb!!! also im so fckn sorry im taling forever on anyone who has asks. i moved across country twice and enrolled in college. ANYWAYS here ya go!

Domestic!Michael Myers headcanons:

🗡 welp, our mikey boi isnt necessarily the person who would be considered the DOMESTIC type per se

🗡 if he has a s/o who does set the routine of a somewhat normal-ish domestic household then perfect! he's pretty passive as long as his basic needs are taken care of

🗡 michael doesnt do chores. period. even better he MAKES messes and leaves them. sometimes if hes upset with you he will purposely make messes to piss you off

🗡 homecooked meals are his JAM. you dont have to interact with the outside world at all and you just stay home.

🗡 michael "chooses" his meals by stealing ingredients or things that he THINKS is what you need to make him his food and setting them on the counter for you

🗡 greets you at the door when you come home with his forehead to yours. you can take this as your "welcome home" kiss

🗡 movie nights and tv!!!! likes the super gorey horror movies. lets you cuddle him. PLEASE make the popcorn for him bc he will burn it. he shoves the popcorn under his mask dont @ me

🗡 if you want to get him to shower you have to shower with him 🤷‍♀️ sorry i dont make the rules he does. wash his hair please!!!!

🗡 house husband except he literally doesnt do anything except steal stuff and act as a guard dog

🗡 at bedtime YOU are HIS teddy bear. you can start out sleeping with him being stiff as a board on his back and then youll somehow find yourself in his giant, man-killing arms

🗡 you can either wake up to him being already gone OR with him still holding you. if hes still holding you then you might as well just stay home for the day. he can be a needy man but doesnt like to admit it

🗡 7/10 on the domesticity scale. super passive and down for you to be his housewife, provider (even though most stuff is stolen), great guard too HOWEVER not terribly affectionate or great about helping out around the house

#michael myers headcanons #michael myers #halloween movie #halloween #domestic michael myers

[misseffect]

1, 3, 23 for the ask meme? 👀

thank you for the ask!! 💕

1. favourite fic you wrote this year

It's gotta be Flux; the one that started it all back up again after a 2-ish year break from writing.

I'm really chuffed with how it works as a standalone fic and the way it slots into the wider Normandy Detective Agency series, and I feel like I got the ✨vibe✨ right for the setting.

Basically it's the post-Sidonis angst I think we deserve, with more cigarettes and slow-dancing 😙👌

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t

the next instalment of tNDA rip

@shepgarrus and I are currently pooling our collective braincells into a shakarian formula 1 probably human AU which I'd love to make into something publishable but. c'est la vie.

Key points for your consideration:

- baby Shep and Garrus growing up racing on the karting circuit together

- a friendship based on both a fierce, long-established rivalry and a genuine respect for the other persons' ability

- TV interview banter, publicity photos where they always manage to stand next to each other somehow, and internet speculation about whether they're fucking on the sly

- the inherent potential for angst in a very dangerous sport

- kick-ass afterparties

- sweaty post-race Shepard in a half-undone race suit 👀👀

- sweaty post-race Garrus with messy helmet hair 👀👀👀

3. favourite line/scene you wrote this year

oooooh tricky! I got this one twice so I'll pick one published and one unpublished.

Unpublished: introducing tNDA-verse Castis.

The part of AU - particularly human AU - that I love the most is picking apart the characters. What changes? What's essential about them? How does what we know about them already - their motivation, their backstory, the way they dress - translate into a new setting?

I put Castis through the human AU wringer and he came out an expensively-dressed defence lawyer from New York, who has a somewhat contentious relationship with his bull-headed son and he's also a DILF thank you for coming to my ted talk

Under the cut because it's Long (also part of a longer scene with Garrus which I’ve written but haven’t included)

Ask me more questions about fic!

"Garrus, your car's outside I know you're in there."

Nobody walks anywhere in LA. Shepard pounds the door with her fist again, and at last a key turns and the door opens.

"Christ - finally, I was - "

Shepard registers the cane first. Then the moustache.

"Uh - "

"Good morning," says the man who isn't Garrus.

He's in his mid-fifties, Shepard would guess, in brown suit pants, a white shirt and suspenders; all well-tailored and immaculately pressed. The cane is a subtle, glossy dark-wood thing with silver at the handle, glinting in his fist.

"Morning - sir," she adds hastily, because he seems like someone who's used to it. "I'm looking for - "

"Garrus? He went to get a paper."

"Oh," she says. Trust him to walk to the damn store. "Right."

They must be related. They've got the same nose, the same scratchy voice, the same lean build, though Garrus is a few inches taller.

"I can - uh - come back later," Shepard offers into the stretching silence.

"You seem in something of a hurry."

"It can wait."

If she's quick, she could catch Garrus his way home.

"You always knock with such vivacity, do you?"

The man has a benign, amicable sort of expression which Shepard knows better than to take at face value. His eyes are keen behind the pleasantries and she gets the feeling he's not going to let her get off easy.

So Shepard settles on a personable smile.

"I suppose so."

He returns the smile and it feels like she's passed some kind of test.

"Garrus won't be long. Come in - please - Miss - ?"

"Shepard. Jane Shepard - really, it's not - " But he's already standing aside and waving her in.

"Castis Vakarian. Coffee?"

Shepard resigns herself to not having the morning she expected. "That'd be great. Thanks."

So this is the infamous Vakarian patriarch. Shepard knows the name from the digging she did when they hired Garrus. Castis has the same East Coast lilt as his son, though much more pronounced, and there's an old-money look about him. He wouldn't seem out of place in a grand old colonial house out in the country.

#ask #tNDA #castis vakarian #Formula 1 AU #i love castis so much!!!!!! i'm so excited to write more of him (and solana. the most terrifying of the vakarians)

[moonami]

For the guessing game: I'm thinking it's Russia with long hair, Poland, or Belarus owoo

None of the above haha, and now that I see that no one except you has participated, better I just answer and show you who it is 😙✨

It's one new Oc I was making, called Florin

He is a monster hunter, and specializes in exterminating vampires, even though he is half monster (half demon dog / beast) and half human,he works for the church and hates being sent on the more difficult missions with the excuse that "he is stronger than others"

if he gets too angry, or sees it necessary, he can transform into a giant "Puppy" for a limited time

In one of his missions he ended up in a distant town that was being attacked by a vampire and it servants, but he ended up discovering that the vampire who caused so much trouble was a Woman named Lady Edith, a very crazy and strange Vampire

This woman is well known because she likes to torture hunters who cross her path...But...actually she just likes to tease them for a while and throw them off her property like a grumpy old woman

However, after seeing Florin and his hunter partner (I have not designed him yet), Edith finds him an interesting individual and decides to play with Florin, and bet that if he manages to beat her in some games set in the castle, she will let him kill her.

And as expected, she teases him throughout the entire process and games

(but florin “secretly” enjoys it 🤭😂)

in the end they end up falling in love and all that, this is how the enemies to lovers works my friends👌✨

But now that you mention it I think I'll make Russia with long hair

#oc tag #oc challenge #character design #character concept #dog #dog demon #Half demon #Hunter #vampire #vampire hunter oc #vampire oc #teasing #aph russia #lady Edith (Vampire) #Florin(Half-blood hunter) #monster hunter #long coat #good doggy #good doggo #good doggie #puppy #puppers #fluffly #enemies to lovers #ship dynamics #long hair #long hair boy #anon ask #anon <3 #asks open

[in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather]

On another note, I am rabidly excited for The Last Duel! Every mutual you and I share right now reading this is thinking to themselves cant this bitch shut the fuck up about that fucking movie!?!

I read the Jager book in addition to other literature on it years ago and studied the event for a class. So, I’ve been excited for this movie since even before AD was cast. Once those pictures from the set leaked, I was done for. I have never been more excited for a movie, honestly. AD playing a big, rugged, muscly, long haired, bad ass knight!?! Yes, please!!! Even just for those pics, it’s already my favorite AD look!

I anticipate I will be writing for him. Or, at least, my Knight Kylo fics will see a steep increase! I’m not sure if it will be redundant to have two knights in my lineup lol.

Again, the subject matter is not at all a turn off for me. Many superb movies are based on distasteful events. It all depends on how they’re done. Also, they could tell this story in a few different ways, so we’ll see how it comes out.

I expect it be a fantastic movie similar to Gladiator. Ridley Scott is great at Epics and period pieces, and I enjoy Damon/Affleck as a team. Of course, AD gets all my aplomb. And at least we know he makes it through the end of the movie before getting killed, yet a-fucking-gain.

Yesyesyes! 🤩🤩

Looks-wise, that is so ridiculously my thing! 😏😏

And when I saw Damon and that dumbass looking medieval mullet and beard, I thanked god we got handsome burly long haired knight AD and not something atrocious.

I hope we get a visually spectacular and intriguing story with some layers and depth - otherwise what's the point?

I remember those rumors about 'he r**** everyone with his 80 inch cock in 3D, the whole second act is just that - several people stacked and r**** human centipede style and if you preorder, you get to suck it' nonsense and my eyes almost got permanently stuck mid roll.

But that is a movie I'm more interested in seeing than all the other ones coming out ❤️❤️

I'm already plotting a dumbass AU for him and I'm so giddy 😍😍

And anything that washes us in more Shannon knight content is 😙👌💖💖

[greyvvardenfell]

18 through 25 for reyja? 👀👀

18. Their favorite actions during sex—chin-grabbing, hair-pulling, wrists being pinned, etc.

To do or to have done? Because she’s big on being bitten, specifically her throat or shoulder, and loves to play with (read: pull) her partners’ hair

19. When they “dress-up” for sex, what’s their go-to outfit? Lingerie, suit, gown, etc.?

If Reyja’s dressing up, it’s gotta be for a damn good reason. Naked sex is the best sex. She’s not opposed to a little lingerie, though, as long as it leaves the fun bits easily accessible.

20. What do they like seeing their partner in when they “dress-up?”

Honestly, she likes seeing Julian in just pants. Because whether they’re actually having sex or not, he’ll probably cum in them and that’s 😙👌

21. What scent of candle do they light after sex?

Bold of you to suggest she would want to get rid of the Sex Smell™. Probably something fruit-scented, though, like apples or cherries.

22. Favorite thing/part about sex—intimacy, role-playing, etc.

Intimacy, for sure. And cum. Cum Good.

23. Least favorite thing/part about sex—cleanup, setup, etc.

Vulnerability. That’s her least favorite thing about most things.

24. A song they would fuck/get fucked to

Depends on her mood. Soft and slow? Stateless’s Bloodstream. Dommy and intense? Adam Lambert’s For Your Entertainment. (i took psychic damage from looking up that song and seeing that it’s ten years old oh god)

25. Share a sample line of dirty-talk

probably should’ve written a new one but:

“You’re getting so hard, Jujubee,” I murmur, trailing one hand down his hip. “Don’t you think she’ll notice? Don’t you think the whole market will see you throbbing in your pants?”

He shudders and the coins clatter across the table, sent rolling by an errant twitch of his long fingers. “Reyja…”

I cup him and his cock strains to meet me. “Mmm, I like that. So hot and eager. Can you drip for me, ‘Bee? Make a little cumstain so everyone knows just how much you want me?”

“Darling, please, I— I can’t…”

“You won’t be able to wait until we get home, will you? You need to feel me on your cock right now, right here, where anyone could walk by and see us. Don’t you?”

#:3 #god i love julian #i know this isn't technically about him but. god. #Want to Bang and Also Care For #some day i will settle on a format for answering ask memes #today is not that day #thank u olli lov u #reyja north #rey answers people