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Peacemaker w/ an adorably nice s/o
You and Christopher has always been an odd combination
After all, some would say that you’re the sweetest thing to come out of this cruel world, and he was…well, him
Safe to say that you got a few raised eyebrows whenever you show him off to his friends, is this some sort of half-assed attempt to flex on them?
He wasn’t gonna lie, he did feel kind insecure about all the slander he received by his teammates, but somehow, some fucking way, you managed to cheer him up every time he was down
Be it with small handmade gifts, words of affirmation, or even just a small walk in the park, there wasn’t a single moment where he was down around you
Always trying to keep up with you in terms of kindness, he doesn’t see it as a competition, if it were you’d win by a landslide, but he wants to treat you with the same love you’ve always managed to treat him
Some of his friends were saying that you were helping him become a better person, that you were a good influence on him, even though it was never your intention, you only really wanted to give him as much of your heart as you could
And even then, they were right, even if he hated everyone on his team, he still developed that habit of being a little bit nicer to everyone because of you
Extremely protective over you, even if you could hold your own, he was not going to let anyone, and I mean anyone, even consider the idea of hurting you
#the suicide squad#the suicide squad x reader#peacemaker x reader#peacemaker#christopher smith#my writing#gender neutral reader#ayamethewitch
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Hi sweetheart<3! Hope you are having a beautiful day/night <3! I was wondering if i can get a Richie Sambora one shot/imagine<3 (what is more easy for you<3). Richie and his female s/o are in a relationship, she's shy and adorable and Richie is always flirting with her and touching (non necesary always in a sexual way) and kissing him constantly to see her reaction. Then, one day after a lot of love she's like "Richie, im tired of pretend i dont want to have sex with you cause i want, so come here and kiss me after my shyness wins again". And of course they have sex,but cute sex cause they love each other<3,also Richie have a thing with her boobs 💕👀. They have sex and then on the morning they cuddle and are the most cute couple on the earth, with a lot ot kisses and cute words 💕💕! If for any reason you can't do this request i totally understand<3, thank you and have a beautiful day/night<3!
Hi! Sorry for replying so late but I hope you're having a nice day too! 💖
Technically I'm not taking requests at the moment, but I like this idea so I added it to my list and will write it as soon as possible (after I've finished some of my oldest WIPs)
#tbh i just say i don't take requests so i don't get a lot of them regularly before i've worked through my old requests#but actually when somebody has an idea they really want me to write of course i'll do it#ask#ayamethewitch#requests
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Good Natured
Summary:
There are a great many mysteries in this world; some are solved by the advent of science, others remain secrets of the universe, but without a doubt, perhaps the greatest mystery known to humanity is how you willingly dated and continue to date the Homelander.
Pairings:
Homelander x Gender Neutral!Reader
Tags:
Magic!Reader | A Little Bit Of Flower Language | 5+1 Things (Sort Of) | Fluff | The Tiniest Wee Mention Of Violence
Words: 4584
Author's Note:
The original ask is here, requested by @ayamethewitch I spent three hours reading up on flower language, mainly cause I got sidetracked again. This turned out way longer than I thought it would, and idk how 😭
There are a great many mysteries in this world; some are solved by the advent of science, others remain secrets of the universe, but without a doubt, perhaps the greatest mystery known to humanity is how you willingly dated and continue to date the Homelander.
Every child dreams of becoming a superhero, flying through the sky, saving people from dangers, fame, fortune, and adoration. Annie’s looked to the skies and the heroes that came before with admiration and plastered her bedroom walls with their merchandise; she’d run around the house like she was flying, arms out and smile on her face. Now, as she stood in Vought, the newest member of the Seven, it was safe to say she was far more than just ecstatic.
Though it wasn’t really like anything she’d imagined - the Seven and various other supes stood around the room; the public had had their fill of her, so now, she mingled with her fellow heroes. She’d been nibbling on the same cookie for the past thirty minutes - Stormfront and Homelander were the big no-nos; the two were in the midst of showing off - Queen Maeve had spoken to her for a bit before moving on. Annie was now standing by the Deep and Black Noir, half-listening to whatever the topic of conversation was.
“Hey,” a new voice called out softly. Annie turned, and you held out your hand, “Bloodroot, lovely to meet you.”
“Bloodroot….” Annie says the name cautiously, shaking your hand, and examines you. You’re, for lack of a better term, perhaps the oddest one in the room - your witch hat resembles a mushroom, and your loose pale green shirt has various flowers threaded on the sleeves. It dips down on your chest, exposing the multiple necklaces you have; your pants are a dark color, as are your shoes. Annie notices the necklaces and rings you have all have some form of star-like symbol; if not gold, they’re either red, blue, or white. ‘Reminds me of Homelander,’ she thinks to herself.
“Yeah, it’s a dramatic name, but it does the trick,” you wink. A few petals bloom from the corner of your eye; they drift to the floor and melt into the ground. Annie gawked at you, and you shrugged, “It’s kind of on point, though.”
“That was amazing,” she says, and you wave her off.
“Not really, making petals’ a parlor trick, although….” you trail off, taking off your hat, you shove your hand in it and stick your tongue out, fishing for something, you pull a whole bouquet of yellow roses, and hand them over to her. “Yellow roses to brighten up your day.”
When Annie takes them, the petals open, twisting out to become butterflies that flutter around her, leaving a trail of golden sparkles. The sparkles fall on her, leaving a slight glow and bringing a smile to her face; the stems unravel, and the leaves burst into birds, settling on her shoulders. The unraveled stalks shoot up, then burst like fireworks, Annie’s smile gets wider as she marvels at your magic, “Holy shit….”
“Welcome to Vought, Starlight,” you say.
The others around had stopped their conversations and joined Annie in marveling, some reached out to the butterflies as they drifted away from her. A few looked just about ready to rush towards you and ask for more magic marvels but resisted doing so. John hated the attention you gave new supes, but it helped them feel less nervous and brought a smile to their faces. Granted, it also meant that a few would latch onto you for a few days before John would threaten them.
“Don’t I get any flowers?” Kevin pouted.
“No.” You almost groan at the sound of John’s voice; he’d gone from his little show-off to your side at the mere mention of flowers from the Deep. He placed his hand on your waist and frowned, glaring daggers at the other hero, “Sorry, Guppy, but my partner’s not some charity.”
“John —”
“Partner?” Annie questions, and John takes your hand, turning it over to showcase the various rings on your hand; he points to one in particular - the band resembles a vine, twisting towards the center and around three diamonds in the middle. The band wraps around the jewels like a branch would emerge from a tree, “Wow.” It’s all she can say; she’s only been around for a few hours, but from the little she knows so far - you and Homelander are on two ends of the personality spectrum.
You shake your head as John proudly displays the ring; he doesn’t let go of your hand, instead keeping it in his hold as he stares down the Deep. You’d given him flowers once, and John had thrown a right fit about it, Annie gulps nervously, and you elbow John. “Starlight, is it?” he turns to the newest addition to the team, and she anxiously nods, shaking his hand with a tight smile. “I’m sorry I didn’t come to welcome you properly.”
Her tight smile loosens when you toss her a reassuring smile, “So…” she starts, “how long….uh….have you been married?”
“We’re not married, well, not publicly,” John responds, “as far as the public’s aware, we’re recently engaged. Vought likes the opposites attract story, and I like showing off my partner.”
“How did you meet?” Annie asks; she directs the question at both of you but looks to you.
“I tried shoving my hat down his throat,” you reply, almost deadpanned, it brings a snort out of Annie, “Course, it didn’t work, so I settled for almost turning him into a tree.” She laughs, then reigns it back when John glares at her, “...sorry, sorry….” but then you laugh, and she takes that as a sign that she’s safe to do so again.
The party’s died down since your welcome gift as people mill about, and the excitement settles down; John grows weary of the conversation, tapping his foot impatiently. When you and Annie’s laughter dies down, he starts to steer you away, footsteps slow as you bid goodbye to the new supe, “Don’t hesitate to find me if you need help,” you say, elbowing John again when he shakes his head sternly, eyes tinted red.
Annie watches you get swept away, now, just you and John; she notes how the supe’s figure nearly wraps around you as if to block anyone from laying eyes on you. It’s not just her; it seems; the other guests all wait for Homelander to direct his attention - however brief - elsewhere before looking at you. Some practically avert their gaze when you pass by, and Annie has to take a moment to grasp the soft (?) look Homelander gives you.
“Strange aren’t they?” the Deep remarks, “Don’t worry, you’re not the only one who wonders how Homelander got them to date him.” He assures her, “By the way, his hearing barely registers when they’re around, so nothing you say will have him ripping your lungs out.”
Yeah, nothing quite like she imagined.
Every day, the damage control department at Vought sends kisses towards the photo they have of you. The picture hangs framed in the back corner, tucked away in a tiny cubicle, where the tired department has set up their offerings - see before you, they had it tough, cleaning up after one supe was hard enough, but cleaning up after Homelander was a nightmare. Then, like an angel, you graced this world, and their jobs became easier, Homelander’s damage rate decreased, and they could rest easy, knowing they wouldn’t have to sacrifice countless nights to fix things.
Various other departments had their own altars, but damage control was the main one - it was well hidden, polished daily, and sometimes prayed to as well. This was all, of course, on a need-to-know basis; Homelander didn’t quite appreciate anyone so much as looking at you for too long; Anika shuddered to think what he’d do if he found out. Security had personal altars, all tucked away by their stations - hers consisted of a vase of sweet peas and yellow lilies, a subtle way to convey gratitude. The combo was very common around security, and some had even gone as far as to wear it on their person.
The higher-ups were none the wiser, and no one felt inclined to inform them on the matter. “Your flower’s drooping.” The silent worship you received from the Vought employees also brought about superstitions - letting flowers die on Vought grounds could bring misfortune or, worse, Homelander (somehow). As if Anika didn’t already have enough to fear from this godforsaken job.
She tended to leave her flowers till the day they were shriveled before replacing them; her coworkers all shook their heads at her as she dumped the old flowers. She’d already had her last break of the day, so she’d have to wait and come back tomorrow with new flowers. She shook off the nagging feeling, focusing on her work; just when she thought she was home-free, low and behold, Homelander comes charging into the room, eyeing each and every one of them as he lays out his demands - she prays he just waltzes past her, but he doesn’t. Choosing her to find what he needs and to find it now.
Her hands slightly tremble as she works; the supe stands over her, arms collapsed behind his back - she thinks she can feel the heat of his laser eyes as she takes what he deems as too long. He’s almost fed up with her slow progress when salvation appears; you waltz into the room - your iconic hat gone - you don a classy suit-like attire, with a waist cape and fingerless gloves, you look every bit the witch Vought market you out to be.
“There you are,” you say, coming up to them. Anika’s coworkers try not to seem too nosy, but some have their heads slightly turned in her direction. “John, you’re bothering the poor dear.”
“I’m not bothering her; am I bothering you?” John asks in a demanding tone. Anika’s not sure what answer he expects, but she shakes her head, a strained smile on her face, “See.”
You roll your eyes, “You’re bothering her, John; come on, if you’re that bored, I’m sure we can find you something else to do.” You grab his arm, tugging lightly; he takes a step, then turns back to Anika, “You can get the report sent up to you; now come on.” You tug a few more times, and he finally turns to leave; you move to follow but pause, hand reaching out to Anika’s vase. Sweet peas and yellow lilies sprout from nothing, “Should last you longer than the last ones,” you tell her.
Her head snaps to you, as do the heads of everyone else, but you just chuckle and leave them with a wink. Anika leaves an offering at every altar in the building for a whole week after, a grand gesture of thanks that she’s still breathing. She’s on her way to damage control when she bumps into you; she steps back and thanks you profusely.
“No problem at all,” you tell her, “feel free to come to me if you need any help.”
She nods, watching you as you go by, then averts her gaze when Homelander rounds the corner. You take one of his arms, disrupting his perfect posture, threading your fingers through his; you almost skip in the corridor - Anika leaves extra on that offering.
Whatever Ashley did in a past life to deserve this, she’d like to repent for now at this very instance.
Of course, you happen to fall sick on the day of a major interview, and of course, the doctors forbid you from leaving the bed until it's passed. The first wave of get-well-soon flowers get returned when your sneezing makes them explode; Homelander practically bars anyone aside from the doctors from stepping foot in your shared suite.
“John, I can’t get better if you chase away the doctors.” You try to sit up, but John pushes you back down, wrapping you to your neck in blankets. It wasn’t anything too serious, most likely just a cold; a week’s worth of bed rest should do you some good. The doctors had been sent to double-check and make sure the diagnosis was correct; you wrangle your hands from the cocoon you’re in, taking John’s hands in yours. “Dear, I don’t need to be buried in mountains of blankets.”
“Yes, you do,” he insists, “that’s what people do when they’re sick.”
Ashley nods her head to herself, he’s not wrong, but she thinks he might be smothering you - not that she says that aloud. Homelander hasn’t left your side since you woke up with the cough; he’d thrown out all the flowers when someone had commented on pollen allergies - not that he knows if you’ve got them - you’re decked head to toe in cozy clothing. An hour ago, the heating had been up to the max, but you’d put it back down after Ashely had shown some discomfort.
“Homelander, sir,” she interrupts, gulping when Homelander turns to her with crimson eyes, “the interview starts in —” she ducks, barely managing to dodge the laser from his eyes.
“What did I say about the interview?”
She whimpers, “The executives said….” her eyes dart away, “....they said it’s not an option.”
Your coughing fit draws his attention away from her, and she sighs in relief; he speeds off, returning with a glass of water. He puts the edge of the cup by your lips, you manage half the glass, but Homelander doesn’t move, insisting you finish the rest. He pushes your hair back, shirking off his glove, and placing the back of his hand on your forehead - your running temperature is running almost as high as he usually does. The medicine they’d given you had been sickeningly sweet, and even now, John could still smell it in your breath - you’re eyes droop, and you’re on the verge of nodding off, yet stubbornly, you refuse to sleep until this matter is resolved.
“Sleep,” John demands, but you shake your head.
“Not until you promise to go to the interview.” Your voice is raspy, and you’re quite literally hanging on a thread; your mind is foggy, and your limbs feel heavy; the plush comfort of the bed lulls you further and further from the waking world. “John,” you persist until he groans, agreeing to it; once you’re sure he’s not just saying it to get you off his back, you give in to the fatigue. John tucks you in bed, a kiss on your head; he switches off the lights and drags Ashley out of the room.
“You don’t leave them alone for anything,” he seethes, “I don’t care if the building catches fire; you stay by their side until I’m back. Got it?”
Ashley nods, eyes wide as she tries not to wince at the tight grip the supe has on her forearm; Homelander straightens back to his signature posture, and she tries not to quiver at the way he scrutinizes her. She walks back into the room where you rest, grabbing a chair; she puts it close to the bed but moves back when the room takes on a scarlet glow. Homelander’s footsteps echo as he leaves; your face is half hidden under the blankets, and she doesn’t reach out to touch you - on the off chance your maniac’s using his x-ray vision to spy on her. She takes back what she’d been thinking earlier; she’d obviously been lucky enough not to be stuck with Homelander in this life.
Channel One prided itself in being the first at everything; over the years, they’d been the first to interview Vought and give the public the best of what journalism had to offer. Today, they had the luck of interviewing the it couple at Vought - Homelander and Bloodroot - the opposites that attracted the title’s still in work. Jennifer prided herself in being the one to catch this interview - the last interview hadn’t been a bust per se, but you’d been sick, and Homelander had been on edge the whole time.
She’d gotten a double couch for you and Homelander to sit on, and an armchair for herself, an assortment of flowers had been arranged for you - anthuriums for hospitality and heathers for admiration - not the usual combo they’d pick for guests but anything vaguely romantic like a rose might have her losing her arm to the Homelander. The live studio audience sounded excited; they murmured among themselves as they anticipated your arrival. They quieted down when you entered the room, followed closely behind by Homelander. You and the supe sat close together on the double couch, his arm draped behind you on the back, his other hand holding one of yours in his lap.
She held out her hand to introduce herself but pulled it back when Homelander stopped you from reaching out. She smoothed down her hands on her skirt, the director signaled, and the cameras started rolling, “Good evening and welcome; tonight, we return with Homelander, accompanied by his partner, Bloodroot.”
The audience clapped, and she handed you the flowers, “From everyone in the studio, we’re happy to see you up and about this week,” she said, ignoring the slight eye roll from the other supe.
You thank her, fingers thrumming on them, the vines twisted around themselves, and they went from bouquet to flower crown; the audience gasped, “So, tell us about your upcoming engagement party, what should we expect for the future of Bloodroot and Homelander?”
“Well, you can expect a lot more of this,” Homelander kisses you; it’s short, but it tugs at the heartstrings, “and a big wedding,” he adds on.
“That’s sweet,” she comments. The interview is a lot easier than the last one, Homelander’s still the egotistical bastard he usually is, but he tries to reign it in - barely. The flower crown on your head remains as elegant as it was when you’d made it, Jennifer has a blast, and the audience has fun chiming in with their own questions. She remembers the first time you and Homelander had an interview with Channel One - it had been at the beginning of your relationship, and the number of proposals you received was astounding.
“So, aside from all that, do the two of you plan to start a family?” Jennifer asks.
You scoff, “Doubt it.”
“I prefer to have my partner’s undivided attention,” Homelander replies, shuffling closer to you. The audience is split in answers; some sigh in disappointment, others cheer - the interview ends with applause; when the cameras stop rolling, and the lights go out, Jennifer watches backstage as Homelander piles treat atop treat, mostly sweet, the two of you stand off in your own little corner, the supe devoted to listening to every word you said.
Hughie would like it on record that this had been Billy’s idea, not his, Billy’s. Because who else would think of kidnapping the world’s most overpowered psychopath's partner - though how they managed to get the jump on you is another matter entirely. Annie had helped; well, as soon as she’d made them all promise nothing would happen to you, screw what happened to Homelander; she wanted assurances you’d be safe.
“They’re not as bad as Homelander.” She’d been arguing back and forth with Billy; the subject of what to do with you had been the hot topic for the past few hours. They couldn’t step foot outside the lead shielded basement without a foolproof plan - Homelander had been rampaging across the country looking for you. “If we try, maybe we can convince them to help us.”
“You’re talking about the same bloke who stood by that fucking cunt,” Billy argued, “They’re married to him for fuck’s sake; what makes you think they don't know about him?”
Annie hesitated, “They’re not like that —”
“Just cause they helped you on your first day doesn’t mean they’re not gonna turn you to mush at the first chance.” Billy points at the wedding photo from last year; it had been as grand as Homelander had said it would be, “They slept with the cunt, they kiss the cunt, they married the cunt, they’re as bad as the cunt.”
“Well, at least I’m trying,” Annie says, “all you’ve come up with is making this a hostage situation as if we have the muscle to handle that.”
“Oh yeah, and what if your friend in there goes back and blabs about us to their husband? What then? You know how Homelander gets; you willing to have your head blown off?”
Hughie turns away as the timer goes off, he opts to hand you your food to avoid getting dragged into the argument again. You’d been placed in the most lead-shielded area of the hideout - Annie had fitted it to be more comfortable than its usual concrete flooring, she’d also brought miscellaneous books from your suite, and you’d been rereading those for the days you were trapped here.
“Any chance you’ll let me walk out of here today?” you ask, but Hughie shakes his head. “Worth a shot,” you shrug.
Hughie doesn’t quite understand you; you’re not as malicious as the other people at Vought, or even most of the supes, so why on Earth did you choose to marry Homelander? Annie had said it was for genuine love, Frenchie had morbidly remarked that maybe you suffered from some form of Stockholm Syndrome, Billy had scoffed - the answers varied and against his better judgment - and the strict rule of not making conversation with you - he asked.
“Oh, well, because he asked,” you replied, glancing down at the ring on your finger; you twist it with a small smile, “and I’d already gone through the trouble of falling in love with him.”
“But he’s —”
“A murderous cunt with the emotional intelligence of a three-year-old on steroids?” you provided, and he nodded, “Yeah, I’ve gotten my fair share of concerned letters from fans and anti-Homelander fans alike. He’s complicated, and —”
There’s a crash upstairs, and Maeve’s voice carries through, she’s just arrived, and no doubt joined the argument. “Any chance you’ll divorce him and help us put him down?”
You shake your head, “Not likely,” you reply, “but I can agree to possibly holding off his murderous tendencies long enough to have you escape in one piece and hopefully making sure he doesn’t hunt you down after.” You smile, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes.
“You know then,” he mutters, “about….” he gestures to nothing, in particular, hand waving around in the air.
“It’s hard to miss, especially when he comes to bed with bits of human still in his hair.”
Hughie leaves you; he finds Annie and Billy have stopped arguing, but they occupy opposite ends of the room, Maeve in between, rubbing her temple and no doubt nursing another headache. “This plan was a mess from the beginning,” she mumbles, “did either of you even think this through?”
“Well, I was thinking we could use them to get Homelander to heel,” Billy voices, “Miss starshine over there wants us to hold hands and sing kumbayah with ‘em.”
“That’s not what I said —”
“ —might as well have.”
“Enough,” Maeve yelled, “Homelander’s been plowing his fist through people’s chests looking for them, he’s burned abandoned lots looking for them, and he’s getting crazier and harder to predict by the second.”
“How bad is it?” M.M asks, finally feeling the need to join the conversation.
“His costume’s more red now that it is blue,” Maeve responds, “We’ve gotta take them back.”
“How? Homelander’s been circling the planet 24/7; he so much as hears their voice outside these walls, we’re dead in a heartbeat.” Frenchie laments.
“Unless,” M.M. chimes in, “what if we leave and then have Maeve respond to an anonymous tip.” He accentuates the last two words with air quotations, “At least a couple hours after we high tail out of here.”
“That’s a stupid idea,” Billy says.
It’s their only idea, at least the only one that doesn’t involve any of them getting killed; they pack up everything and make it look like a construction company moving out and about. They don’t go too far - a lone truck driving speedily away from where Homelander’s partner is found a few hours into the morning would no doubt be suspicious - they park just behind one of the other buildings nearby, hiding away on the second floor of one of them. As planned, Maeve shows up first, Annie and the remaining Seven behind her; they step aside at the sound of a crack in the sky as Homelander lands upfront.
The ground isn’t perfect when he lands, shattering like glass; some of the concrete flies up as he rushes in, and the lead door flies through one of the walls a few minutes later, followed by a frustrated scream, then nothing. There are a few moments of silence, and Annie and Maeve share an uneasy look. Just as they were about ready to follow, the doors swung open, and out came Homelander, you carried bridal style in his arms.
“John, I can walk fine,” they could hear you insisting, but the supe was resolute, flying off before anyone could utter a word.
The Deep lets out a sigh, doubling over on his knees, “Oh, thank god, we found them; I don’t know how much longer I could survive with Homelander that hopped up and manic.”
John doesn’t leave your side even when you get back to Vought towers; the doctors have to work around him as he glares down at each and every one of them. He doesn’t trust the food brought to you and has several of the humans who do bring it to taste it first, waiting to see if any of them pass out or die. You haven’t told him about Annie or Maeve, and you’re not going to; judging by how close he is to punching a hole through the wall, you opt to keep that little nugget of information tucked away.
It’s just the two of you now; John’s bloody uniform is lying in the corner of your shared bathroom, and you’re sitting between his legs, leaning back on him in the bathtub. The bathtub. is spacious enough, but he’s tucked himself in one end with you. You’d already helped him wash off the blood, and he’d taken his time running the soap down your body, reassuring himself you were, in fact, real.
The water’s lukewarm now, so you pat his hand, but it takes a few more pats and a knock on the door to get him to move. You stand from the tub alongside him, but he guides you out, hand on your lower back, as the other grabs one of the robes; he has it gathered up to your neck; he wraps one of the towels around your neck and then opens the door - Ashley goes over a few more details, then leaves you and John to your evening.
“I’ll find them,” John mutters on your skin, “....make sure they die painfully.”
“You don’t need to do that.”
He doesn’t say anything, eyes void as he helps you change into sleep attire, “I’m serious, John, promise me you won’t do anything rash.” He nods stiffly, hugging you so as to hide his face as he mentally plans the demise of your kidnappers.
End Note:
This has been a rather long fic, and I have no idea where it started or where it ended 💀 Stay Hydrated.
#homelander x gender neutral!reader#homelander x reader#the boys imagine#shiterequests#flower language is both fascinating and overwhelming to me#flower 🌸 au
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New Stories <3
Hello <3 I have a fluffy/smutty ask for Pedro coming out today at 1 pm pst. it was requested by @ayamethewitch who had a great idea 💙 Be on the lookout for it 💛
On Sunday, I have a new installment of the Javi G x !business partner universe coming out at 11 am pst. It's just a first meeting between the two and I will add whatever I wish when I have free time. Enjoy them both and drink some water <3333
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Hi darling 💖🌞, im wondering if i can get a request of Heisenberg with a cute, shy but also romantic female s/o? Like she love to cuddle and give presents, huges and kisses to heisenberg and he's doesnt used to with afection, so its something so new for him
Hi! Sure thing love!! I’ll add it to the list rn 🥰
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Rossi x reader - Perfect
Hi honey ^^! Hope you are just great, i was wondering if i cab ask for a David Rossi Request? Where he has a age gap relationship with the reader. She so sweet and cute and work on the BAU too, and the team notice that she's in love but she doesn't say anything about this "guy". One day, for a case the Reader appears on the bau with a very "familiar shirt" wich belongs to Rossi. They sleep together of course because they are in love, so the reader just picks up the shirt thinking its one of hers. Also, Rossi accidentally calls her "bella" thinking that there's no one around. And the team its like "O h m y g o d ". Of course they notice inmediatly that is a true relationship, becauae the way Rossi and the reader look each other, ans because the reader star to profile them haha xD. - @ayamethewitch 💜
“Come on babygirl, who’s caught your eye?” Derek smirked.
You smiled sheepishly and shook your head, hiding your face behind your computer.
“I don’t have anyone…”
“We know you like someone here.” Emily smirked.
They’d been trying to figure out who had caught your eye. They wanted to know who was leaving little gifts on your desk, and who you’d go to see after work.
Yet, you wouldn’t tell them anything.
Both of you had agreed at the start of the relationship that you wouldn’t tell anyone until both of you were ready.
“Well it’s something that knows you. Someone who knows you like tea and not coffee, but you can only drink it in the evenings. They know you like sweet things, but your favourite food is chocolate cookies.” JJ mused.
“So…?” You mumbled.
“So it’s one of us!” Garcia squealed.
You gulped, they were getting closer and closer to figuring it out, and you were scared you were going to give it away.
Thankfully you had no reason to be in today so you quickly got up and gathered your things.
“Gotta go!”
“You can’t run!” Derek and Emily laughed.
“Guys stop teasing her.” Reid sighed.
You flashed him a smile before running towards the lift.
Once you were clear from the building, you headed back to your apartment. Once you were inside you sighed heavily and pulled your phone out of your pocket.
Rossi: where did you go?
You smiled softly, sending a quick reply.
You: they were getting close to guessing so I went home.
Not even a second later you got a reply.
Rossi: I’ll come by after this meeting.
You: okay, bring food?
Rossi: of course bella.
You grinned brightly and went to grab a shower, changing into some comfortable clothes, you decided to go watch some random show while you waited.
It wasn’t even an hour later when the door was opened and closed.
“In here Dave!” You called.
He padded into the rooms and smiled, setting a bag of snacks on the table, he took his shoes off and tossed his blazer on to the other couch.
“You gonna get up?” He smiled.
“No.” You grinned.
Rossi laughed, and laid on top of you, tucking his head under yours.
You knew he didn’t do this often, he’d only do it when he was feeling tired or stressed.
Wordless you began to run your fingers through his hair. He hummed in content and looked up, kissing your chin.
You laughed, leaning down you gave him a little kiss then kissed his nose and forehead.
“Cheesy.” He chuckled.
“Only for you.” You beamed.
For a few hours you both laid there, eventually he flipped you both so that you were laid on him, and eventually you fell asleep.
Once Rossi realised this he smiled, kissed your head and lifted you up and carried you into the bedroom, setting you on the bed.
He went to grab a shower before getting into some clean clothes and crawled into the bed with you.
He wrapped his arm around you, and pulled you into his chest so you were tucked against him and covered you both up with the quilt.
You weren’t sure what time it was when your phone started ringing, Rossi’s ringing at the same time.
He answered his first, it only lasted a few seconds.
“Case…” he grumbled.
“Ugh…”
You answered your phone, letting the team know you were on your way.
“I’ll drive.” He whispered.
You nodded, he leant over and gave you a kiss before you both got up and started to get ready.
You weren’t really thinking about anything, you simply pulled on some clothes, trying to find a shirt but you could only find in if his.
You gave a happy hum and tossed a jumper over the shirt as well.
Both of you left for the BAU and you went up together, everything knew you didn’t like driving if you’d just woken up.
Getting up to the meeting room, you noticed that you were the only ones there, though JJ was wondering about.
“Hey guys, everyone’s on their way.”
“Thanks JJ.” Rossi smiled.
She handed you a cup of tea and Rossi a coffee before she left the room again.
You sat down, and rested your head on the table.
Rossi chuckled and took his blazer off, lifting your head he placed the blazer under your head and you turned to face him.
“Tired?” He asked.
You gave a small hum of acknowledgment.
“Don’t worry bella, on the jet you can get some sleep.”
“You’ll sit with me?” You yawned.
“Of course darling.”
He leant down and kissed your head, nudging your tea a little closer to you.
“Oh… my… god!”
Both of you snapped your heads towards the door where the whole team stood.
“We’ll talk about this later.” Hotch smiled.
Everyone nodded and Rossi turned to you, giving you a little warm smile and you smiled back.
Though the team kept on eye on you both during case, after the case when was the questions came flying at you both.
You were laid on the couch, pretending to be asleep. Your head was resting in Rossi’s lap.
“So, how long?” Derek asked.
“A few months now.” Rossi replied.
You shifted a little and you felt Rossi start to run his fingers through your hair.
“So you’re the one who’s been leaving things on her desk?” Emily grinned.
“Guilty.” He chuckled.
He glanced down at you and the whole team smiled. He looked so different when he was looking at you, he looked so happy and so calm.
You opened your eyes and looked up at him, beaming brightly.
“Go back to sleep.” He whispered.
“You need to sleep too.”
“I will.”
You nodded, taking his hand, you held it to your chest as you closed your eyes once more.
The team smiled softly and went about what they were doing, but not before taking a picture for Garcia
#criminal minds x y/n#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds imagine#criminal minds#david rossi x reader#david rossi imagine#david rossi#David rossi x you
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Dating Peacemaker would include
Requested by @ayamethewitch
A/N: my requests aren't open and i don't write for male characters. this will only be a one-time exception because i love this man. \ (•◡•) /
If he's not in Belle Reve.
He exudes 90s relationship dynamic vibes.
Occasional love letter exchanges. While he might insist that the concept is dumb, Christopher discreetly cherishes your notes.
Despite owning a mobile device, he prefers to communicate in person.
If he uses social media, he'd post pictures of you and you two together constantly.
Acting all bold and adventurous when you ask him about his 'heroic' journeys.
He seems like the type to like animals, especially huskies.
Don't be fooled by his tough demeanor, Christopher's a softie on the inside, only for you though.
Teaching you combat and defensive skills in case something happens while he’s gone.
Rarely calls you by your name, uses ‘babe, sweetheart, love’ instead.
He also calls you Eirene: the Greek goddess of peace.
“Dinner’s on me if you hit a bullseye.”
Letting you practice with his gun.
Might take a few tries but when you actually hit the center, his jaw just drops before acting all cocky and shit.
“Wow, am I that good at teaching?”
“Christopher...”
Of course, he’d shower you with compliments after that.
He’d be so proud when you land more bullseyes.
“You’re a natural, Eirene.”
If he's in Belle Reve.
You'd be placed in the squad with him.
Basically ganging up on Bloodsport and laughing at his ratphopia.
“What're you laughing at me for, man! Why the fuck are you in your underwear!? Tighty whities, really?!”
In tandem: “Now that's just racist.”
“You two are insufferable.”
Being his hype woman when Peacemaker and Bloodsport have their show off.
High-fiving each other after a kill.
He'd pull off some insane grand gesture to woo you during the massacre.
Probably would lend you some exploding compression bullets for more brutal kills.
Rick likes you better than him, by a lot.
So does Harley, she tries to befriend you along the journey.
Tagging along with her and others to plant the bombs in Jotunheim, oblivious of Waller's task for Christopher as his fight with Flag ensues.
When the facility begins to crumble apart, you'd collapse and land on the ground floor(I think?) instead of Bloodsport.
Meeting his severe gaze as the barrel of his pistol's rests atop Cleo's forehead.
“Christopher...?”
#peacemaker x reader#suicide squad imagine#peacemaker imagines#peacemaker imagine#suicide squad x reader#suicide squad imagines#peacemaker#christopher smith x reader#dc x reader#dc headcanon#dc imagines#i'm bad at proof-reading 💀
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HCs for Heisenberg with an affectionate s/o
Karl Heisenberg x fem!reader
Warnings: touch starved heisenberg, emotionally repressed heisenberg
Requested: by @ayamethewitch, Hi darling 💖🌞, im wondering if i can get a request of Heisenberg with a cute, shy but also romantic female s/o? Like she love to cuddle and give presents, huges and kisses to heisenberg and he's doesnt used to with afection, so its something so new for him
I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator
Author’s Note: I hope you like it lovely!
- at first Karl is like...no
- like he just doesn’t really know how to deal with it and he isn’t sure if he likes it
- but he can tell it’s clearly something you want and need in a relationship so fine he’ll give it a shot but only very minamally
- Heisenberg has never had anyone before
- like ever
- he doesn’t even know touch is something you can crave because he’s so out of touch with romantic emotions
- so when you come along it’s like a huge blast to his plans for his life
- you rest your head on his chest and he finds himself...enjoying it
- he’ll be sitting down working on something and you just come over and wrap your arms around him and start chatting
- he doesnt’ know what the hell to do with himself
- should he like it? Should he hate it?
- because his first instinct is that he loves the affection but he wants to keep up his bad boy persona so what to do what to do
- there’s no one in the factory that is human other than the two of you
- debatable if he is human but you know
- so he finds he can be as affectionate as he wants and it’s just you who is there to witness it
- so he finds himself not only getting used to you wanting affection but looking forward to it and desiring it as well
- it’s like a drug
- if any of his siblings want to point it out he will deny it instantly
- but he never knew that just a hug could have such an effect on him
- he wants you to know how much he loves you and this is kind of his way at showing it at first because he can’t verbally tell you just yet
- he’s far too emotionally stunted for that
- but he can lay down with you and cuddle for ages...if you want to...he isn’t into it...he just wants to make you happy..obviously
- Heisenberg truly in his heart adores you
- now that he’s had you he doesn’t know what he would do without you
- so respectfully, never stop wanting to show him affection
- because he loves it
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Request: Peacemaker falling for a fellow teamate
This prompt was requested by @ayamethewitch! hope you enjoy this and hit me up if you have any requests 😌
It doesn't come as a surprise that christopher would at least try to keep his guard up, after all, liberty and freedom were the only real objectives for the man, and he'll be damned if any interference was going to undermine his one main goal
But even though the rest of the group were just speed bumps for him to drive over to achieve peace, when waller introduced you to the squad, there was just something about you that was just...different
For starters, you didn't judge him for his somewhat peculiar tendencies and the contradicting motivation behind them, then there was also the fact that you stood out from the crowd as someone who could stabilize any difficult situation as well as someone who didn't need to engage in petty arguments
You were also way too much of a pleasant presence for your own good, he had no idea why, but sometimes he can't help but smile when he's around you
It was almost otherworldly the fact that you knew how to make and keep peace the same way he did
Hell, he wouldn't even be surprised if you were something otherworldly altogether
As confusing as it all was, and he may have not noticed it as well, but somehow the overly-patriotic disposition managed to strike a cord with you, but considering how devoted he was to his cause, it probably wasn't worth letting him know how you felt
That said, the connection was definitely there, even if it didn't seem like it, perhaps asking him to dance together in the club wouldn't be such a bad idea after all
#yk I actually struggle with writing peacemaker because I can't help but read it in john cena's voice#which doesn't help with my irrational fear of the actual actors reading my work#either way I hope you enjoy it 😅#the suicide squad#the suicide squad x reader#peacemaker x reader#peacemaker#christopher smith#my writing
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