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hoedamn-eron · 5 months

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baby, please - part 17

It's your first Christmas without your family, but Santiago makes it up to you.

Warnings: Mega heavy on Christmas talk. Mentions of pregnancy complications from the previous chapter. Mentions of shitty in-laws. Gabrielle isn't actually in it, but she's being a bit distant but you know. It's fine. Lot's of dialogue, again. Not proofread whatsoever. Santi and Frankie have an argument we're not privvy to. Word count: 4,724 F!Reader, no use of Y/N.

Apologies this is late, but here is Christmas with Santi! I did mention it in a post, but I'll mention it again here: please be aware that part 18 won't be posted until 11/01 (11th January) due to a busy Christmas period. I need to catch up with myself, and I start a new job in the New Year, so I won't be to write as much as I was able to before.

Edited because Gabs isn't married to Andy, she's married to Matthew 😂 it's Courtney who is married to Andy! Now I'm going to have to double check all of my chapters to see if everyone is married to the correct person 😂

Part 16 ● Series Masterlist ● Part 18

You’d been taking it easy since your stay at the hospital a few weeks ago.

You took less responsibilities at work (your friends wanted you to cut down on your hours, but you just couldn’t do that), and you begrudgingly accepted the help of others to help you pack for your move next month. Speaking of your friends, they’d been checking in on you multiple times a week, and every time, you tell them you’re fine. Really.

The twins were fine. You were fine. Everyone was fine.

“You have a case of placenta previa.”

You look at Dr Montgomery, confused, from your place on the ultrasound table. “What’s that?”

“Your placenta is low, and covering the cervix,” she replied, looking at the screen as she pressed a few keys on the keyboard, then moving the wand over your bump. “Usually, it’s detected at your 20-week ultrasound, but it must have been missed, especially since you’re having twins.”

“Is it...is everyone okay, is it dangerous?”

“It can be risky, but we’ll keep an eye on you,” Dr Montgomery said. “The bleeding was caused by this, and stress. You’ll need to come back for another ultrasound at 32 to 33 weeks. It may have moved on its own by then, but otherwise, we may have to look at a caesarean birth at 37 weeks.”

“What? No! I wanted to go as natural as possible,” you say, your eyes widening. You had a plan! “I can’t be out of commission for 6 weeks with twins!”

“I’m sorry, I know it’s not what you wanted, but I strongly advise you look into it,” she replies, giving you a sympathetic look before turning off the machine. “I also recommend you take it easy if you can. I’m not saying strict bed rest, but just...relax a bit more.”

So that’s what you’ve done...you’ve relaxed. You’ve downloaded a kick counting app, something you should have done a while ago, so you could count the kicks from the babies, just in case. So far, they’d been back to normal – and by ‘normal’, you mean they were using your bladder as a soccer ball, with a shot to the kidneys every now and then.

Santi had arrived in the hospital just as Dr Montgomery had given you the okay to go home. Beth had left just after the results of your ultrasound (at your insistence), so you were packing your bag as Santi ran into your room, breathless and eyes wide. You’d looked at him with equally as wide eyes, before you hurriedly caught him up, telling him everything was okay, that you just needed to take it easy.

You introduced him to Dr Montgomery, who explained the situation a little better. It calmed Santi down a little, but you still noticed him tapping his foot as he nodded along, his hands resting on his hips as he listened intently. He kept glancing at you, as if you would collapse or suddenly disappear.

He gave you a lift home (in his truck) and insisted he stay for dinner. He cooked some food for the both of you, and you both ate on your couch, Santi wanting to know every detail to what happened. He apologised again and again for not being there, but you told him it was Thanksgiving weekend, you don’t blame him for not being there. No-one could predict what would have happened.

Dr Montgomery had booked you in for another scan a few days before Christmas. Santi insisted on going with you, which you were grateful for, of course. Unfortunately, your placenta hadn’t moved much, and you were booked in for a c-section for the end of January.

You sulked as you walked out of the hospital, pouting.

Santi gave you a small nudge, walking beside you. “Hey, it’s going to be okay.”

“I wanted to give birth naturally,” you mumble, as you both approach the truck.

Santi grabs your arm gently, stopping you as you stop at the bed of the truck. “I know it’s not what you wanted, and that does suck for you. I’m sorry. But Dr Montgomery said it was the safest option for you and them.”

You sighed. “I feel like it’s...it’s like I’m not...like I’ve already failed as a mother, by bringing them into the world that way.”

Santi looks at you, his eyes filled with empathy. He places a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Listen to me," he says, his voice soft but firm. "Having a c-section doesn't make you any less of a mother. What matters is that you and the babies are safe. That's the priority."

You lean against the truck, staring at the ground as a mix of emotions wash over you. "I just wanted everything to be perfect, you know? A beautiful, natural birth story to tell them when they're older."

Santi gently lifts your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Life never goes according to plan, especially when it comes to something as unpredictable as having kids. We should know.” he grins at you, wiggling his eyebrows a little.

You give a small laugh at his quip.

He continues. “But that doesn't lessen the love you have for them or the strength it takes to do what's best for their well-being." He pauses, before giving you a reassuring smile. "You're not failing as a mom. If anything, you're making the tough decisions now because you love them so much."

You take a deep breath, absorbing his words, before nodding. “Okay.”

Santi studies you for a moment. “C’mere.” He pulls you into a comforting hug, and you melt into him, allowing the warmth of his embrace to provide a momentary escape from the overwhelming emotions of your appointment with Dr Montgomery. "We'll get through this together.”

You nod against him, just holding him a little longer than necessary before pulling away. “Thank you.”

He gives another laugh. “Don’t thank me for speaking the truth, querida.”

You wipe away at the few stray tears in your eyes before turning to him. “Come on, I gotta get home. Help me get in this junk heap.”

“Hey, don’t insult my truck,” Santi says in mock offence, before he smirks and opens the door for you, and helps you climb in.

He drives you in silence as you talk to him about work, how you’ve taken a step back and you hate it but you’re willing to do it for less stress. Harriet was a little apprehensive when you told her, that she needed you on board for this newest client, that the product was about to launch but you didn’t back down. You told her that you weren’t backing away, but just taking on less of the load. Emily and Kelsie were happy to take some of the tasks; Hell, Kelsie was practically frothing at the mouth for the opportunity to add on some more responsibility than she already had. She told you herself she wanted most of the glory since this was her first big client.

“Bit of a shitty thing for Harriet to do, guilt trip you like that.”

You shrug. “That’s just Harriet. I’ve grown used to it,” you say. “Been there long enough.”

“Since graduation, right?”

You nod. “Yup.”

“Ever thought about leaving?”

Your eyes widened as you turn to look at him. “Why would I do that? I’ve built myself up, I have a relationship and reputation with clients.”

Santi shrugged nonchalantly, keeping his eyes on the road. “I dunno. Seems like you’re underappreciated and overworked, from what you’ve told me. Is there no other marketing firm in Florida?”

“There is - “

“Shop around,” Santi said, as if he wasn’t asking you to consider leaving the only current stability you had in your life right now. “See if anyone is hiring, for a better position or just to be treated a little better.”

“I think it’ll be the same everywhere,” you say, laughing a little.

Santi shrugged. “Just putting it out there.”

You nod. “I mean...I’ll think about it. Maybe after Christmas. Or after I’m back from maternity leave.”

It goes quiet again for a few minutes before Santi asks, “What are you doing for Christmas?”

You shrug. “I have no plans. Beth offered to have me over again, but I feel like I can’t keep intruding on their time.”

“If they’ve asked you to join them, I don’t think you’ll be intruding.”

Your family had still not contacted you. You had messaged the group chat again, accepting that there would probably be no reply still (and there wasn’t). You had another episode, alone this time, sitting on your couch late at night, stereotypically sobbing into a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Phish Food ice cream as you watched Home Alone. It had been your favourite as a child, and something you had watched together with your family, after you’d put the decorations up. This year, you had no tree, no decorations, and you watched it alone.

It had been a sad night.

“You could always...” Santi said a little awkwardly, before clearing his throat. “You could always spend it with me. If you wanted. You don’t have to.”

You look at him with wide eyes, but Santi keeps his gaze on the road, an air of nervousness surrounding him. “You...want to spend Christmas with me?”

“I would have asked you to Thanksgiving but I didn’t...my sisters...”

“I wasn’t expecting you to invite me,” you said, sensing his anxiousness. “Please don’t think over on that.”

“I should have invited you - “

“Santiago,” you say, firmly, causing him to give a quick glance at you before looking back at the road, turning to your apartment’s street. “I am okay. We are okay. You were visiting your family for the first time in years. I didn’t need to be there.”

He goes silent, his jaw tensing like he wants to say something else, but he just sighs through his nose and gives a tight nod.

You reach over to give his hand a reassuring squeeze. “I would love to spend Christmas with you.”

“Have you spoken to Gabs recently?”

You look at Courtney with a confused look on your face as you reach for your water. “I mean, I spoke to her last week about the kids’ Christmas presents. Why?”

You and Courtney had met up for some last-minute Christmas shopping, and you stopped for some dinner before heading home. You had to admit, Gabrielle had been a little off when you spoke to her last week and you had asked if everything was okay, but she had just told you it was Christmas stress. It wasn’t so farfetched, Gabrielle hosted every year for her and Matthew’s families, so of course there was no reason to not believe her.

“Hm,” said Courtney, her brow furrowing. “She’s been a little…weird.”

You shrug. “I mean…she seemed off when I spoke to her, and I asked her about it but she said it was Christmas stress.”

Courtney shrugged. “Maybe. I don’t know. It’s just…bugging me.”

“We could talk to her about it,” you say. “But you know Gabs, she’ll come to us eventually when she’s ready to let us know what’s going on.”

Courtney shook her head for a moment before giving you a look. “You’re right. You’re right! I’m just worried about her.”

“She’ll be fine,” you say. “You know what she gets like at Christmas, she’s hosting for everyone. And you know Matthew’s family.” You give Courtney a pointed look.

Courtney pulled a face. “Yeah. They’re assholes to her. But she keeps hosting!”

“Look, we tell her this every year and you know what she says – “

“’It’s only once a year’,” you both say in unison.

“Exactly,” you say. “So she’ll probably be back to normal after Christmas.”

“Fine. Fine,” said Courtney. “Let’s talk about something else. Like how you’re spending Christmas with Santiago!”

“I am,” you say, feeling your cheeks warming slightly.

“I think that’s nice,” Courtney says. “You’re like...starting your family. Getting the traditions in.”

You nod. “Yeah, I think so too. If this is something we do every year, then best start now, right?”

“You going to his place?” Courtney asked, before thanking the waitress for bringing your food over.

You nod, also thanking the waitress. “It’ll be easier since most of my stuff is packed up now. Thanks again for that, by the way.”

“No problem,” Courtney said, digging into her food. She gives you a grin. “It’s exciting, but also a little sad. It’s the end of an era, but the start of a new one.”

“In a month’s time, I’m going to be a mom,” you say, your eyes wide as if you don’t quite believe it yourself. “How weird is that?”

“Stop it,” said Courtney. “Who knew you would be the next one to have a kid?”

You snort, tucking into your own food. “I don’t think anyone thought I would have a kid, full stop.”

“No,” said Courtney, shaking her head. “I think you would have. Just in ten years.”

“Well, life didn’t work out how I’d planned,” you said, laughing. “But it’s good. Life is good.”

“And you’re happy?” Courtney asked.

Were you? Happy? You go quiet as you think. Obviously, you hadn’t planned to get pregnant, and with twins for that matter, in your tiny one-bedroom apartment, or not be speaking to your parents, or be questioning your job. But here you were, about to finish the year with a new house, amazing friends, new babies, and Santi.

Oh, Santi.

You never thought you would have met someone like Santi, even though you both weren’t together-together. You were lucky to have him; most men after one-night-stands would have left by now, but not Santi. He was sticking around, and in it for the long run. And honestly, you know he wouldn’t feel the same way about you than you felt about him, but he loved you as a friend and the mother of his kids, and you adored that he wanted to help you raise these babies together.

You slowly smile and look at Courtney. “Yeah…yeah, I’m happy.”

You pull up outside Santi’s apartment, taking a deep breath before climbing out of the car. You'd been simultaneously looking forward to Christmas with Santi, and dreading Christmas with Santi. He told you that it was his first year spending it in Florida since returning from Colombia and warned you that his Christmas dinner would probably be something he could quickly rustle up and wasn’t too much hassle - ‘very non-traditional’ was what he said. You didn’t mind; the year had been incredibly ‘non-traditional’ for you anyway.

You make your way up to his apartment, a large bag of presents in your hand. You knock, biting your lip nervously as you waited for Santi to open the door. You look up as the door opens, and you give a laugh at Santi. He was wearing an obnoxiously bright red jumper with a Santa knitted into it, and a Santa hat, and was wearing his usual jeans. He had a bottle of beer in his hand.

He holds his arms out wide as he grins at you. “Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas,” you say as you step inside, still laughing at his outfit.

Santi closes the door behind you before he brings you into a quick hug. “I don’t have much of an itinerary today, but Frankie and Sarah might stop by later with Sofía.”

You nod, pulling back from him. “That works out, actually, because I got something for Sofía,” you say, motioning to your bag.

Santi gives you a small, closed-lipped smile. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know I didn’t,” you say. “I wanted to. They’re a big part of your life, therefore, they’ll be a big part of our kids’ lives.”

Santiago doesn’t say anything as you make your way into his living room, where he had a small Christmas tree in the corner, overly decorated. You hear Santi make his way into the kitchen as you took the presents out of bag and placed them underneath, smiling as the pile grew. You look up as Santi makes his way into the living room. “Some of these from your sisters?”

He nodded, handing you a can of Diet Coke. “Yeah. I saw them last week, dropped off gifts then. I just got off the phone with them, since my nieces had just opened their Barbie dolls, with their cars, and pets, and accessories...”

You giggled, opening the can. “There’s an awful lot of girls in your family.”

He nodded, grinning. “I have a few cousins who are guys, who had a few boys. I'm not totally overruled.”

You give a small laugh as you sip at your drink. “So, do you want to do presents now? Or later? We could eat first, if you wanted.”

“The empanadas are resting in the fridge, and I have mac and cheese in the slow cooker,” said Santi, taking a gulp at his almost forgotten beer. “Got all sorts of vegetables and potatoes roasting in my oven too.”

“Sounds like a feast,” you say. You could feel your mouth watering. “Maybe we could eat soon?” you give Santi a big smile.

He chuckles at you before nodding. “I’ll put the empanadas in.”

You nod as Santi disappeared back through the kitchen. You look at the presents, and the small tree, and the fact that his living room was bare of any other decorations. Your mind wandered to the fact that this was his first Christmas since settling down, that he was in an actual home and not in a shack or seedy motel somewhere in South America. You really appreciated that he offered you his place for the day, that he’d gone out of his way – and his comfort zone – to bring you into his space again.

“Are you okay? Did something happen?”

You look up at him, blinking in confusion before you realise you were crying. You give a small laugh of slight embarrassment. “I didn’t realise I was crying, I'm sorry.”

“Don’t apologise, cariño,” he said, taking a seat next to you on the floor, giving you a concerned look as he rested his hand in the middle of your back. “Is there anything I can do for you? I knew today would be difficult, I don’t want you to be here if you don’t want to be - “

“No, Santi, really, I'm fine,” you say, cutting him off. “I’m just hormonal. I cry at everything.”

He hesitated for a moment before asking, “I don’t want you to feel obligated to be here, just because I asked - “

“I want to be here, Santi,” you say, reaching over and squeezing his hand that was still wrapped around a beer. “Really, I’m fine. I just...I like that I'm here, you know? I like that you want me here.”

Santi paused for a moment, looking at you before he gives a grin. “Of course, I want you here.”

You give another weak laugh. “Okay then.”

You help him in the kitchen with the food, and of course as soon as you sit down to eat, Frankie and Sarah make their way through with Sofía, profusely apologising for interrupting for not texting beforehand. Santi told them it was fine, and after a few hugs and a quick catch up between you and the Morales’, you all sit to have something to eat.

You get to know the Morales’ a little more intimately than you did on Halloween; you were in a smaller setting with fewer people, and Sarah wasn’t so distracted by the other guests. She was fun, and loud, and someone you could see getting along with for a long time. Frankie was the opposite; quiet, and observant, but you could see how much he opened up to Santi. He wasn’t rude to you at all, including you in the conversation when he could, and you could see why Santi loved him so much.

And then there was Sofía, who giggled at everything you said, and kept trying to steal the mac and cheese on your plate, even though Sarah kept adding more to her plate. You didn’t mind, but Sarah insisted she stop doing it (“It’s becoming a whole thing, we’re trying to nip it in the bud now, while we can!”). When you all finished dinner, you offered to do the dishes, but you were rebuffed when you were lead into the living room, Santi quickly clearing up the plates, saying he’d ‘deal with them later’.

Sarah plonks you down in the armchair by the tree before she hands you an envelope. “This is more for when the babies are here than right now, but it’s valid for three years.”

You look at her in confusion before you open the envelope, mouth falling open as you take a look at the expensive gift voucher. “Sarah, I can’t accept this!”

“Oh sure you can,” she says, waving you off.

You thank her profusely, before you lean down and grab a few boxes from under the tree. “I got some things for Sofía – “

“You didn’t have to do that!” cried Sarah.

“Don’t be silly, here,” you say, handing the toddler the boxes, who took more interest in the wrapping paper than the actual present.

As you and Sarah sit, you look up for Santi and Frankie, who were strangely quiet. You’re taken aback to find them stood close together, quietly arguing with one another. Frankie was pointing at Santi’s chest and saying something too quiet for you to hear, but it was filled with anger, nonetheless. Santi merely argued back.

You look away, putting a mental note in it. You’ll ask Santi about it later.

As Sofía played with the wooden doctor’s set, and the baby doll that you’d gotten along with it, you chatted to Sarah before Frankie finally made his way over. “I think we oughta go.”

Sarah nodded. “Shoot, you’re right, we promised we’d see your mom like, an hour ago.”

As they gather their things and say their goodbyes (Santi and Frankie were still tense), you and Santi were left alone. You look around and sigh, before looking back at him. “What was that about?”

“What?” Santi asked, going around the living room and collecting wrapping paper, avoiding eye contact.

“You and Frankie, what were you arguing about?”

“Oh, nothing,” said Santi, shaking his head. “Something stupid with Benny, you know how it is.”

You don’t feel like he’s telling you the truth, but you know if you pry, Santi is more likely to close up. You slowly nod at him. “Okay. Sure, yeah.”

He finally looks at you and gives you a tight smile. “Everything is okay, hermosa.”

You hesitate before nodding then glancing at the presents under the tree. “I think we should do our gifts now.”

“Okay,” Santi said, before patting you on the back as he passed you to go back into the kitchen, tossing the papers away.

You settle on the floor by the tree, and lean over and grab a few gifts, placing them by Santi as he joined you moments later. “I didn’t go overboard - “

“I don’t believe that,” Santi said from his own place under the tree before he pulled out a small box, wrapped somewhat neatly, and placing it in front of you. “Now, this doesn’t look like a lot but - “

“Stop, Santi, it’s fine,” you say. “It’s about the sentiment.”

Santi nodded, before going quiet, glancing at you at the present. You grin and nod to him. “You go first.”

He gives a small laugh before nodding at the boxes in front of him. “Any particular order?”

“Nope,” you reply.

Like a child, Santi didn’t have to be told twice. He immediately tore into the gifts, smiling widely at the new shirts you’d bought him, and a nice watch. He immediately put it on, before admiring it.

“This is nice,” he said, still admiring it.

“I know you like swimming, so it’s waterproof too,” you say. “And it tracks your exercise. Since you refuse to get an Apple Watch, I went for the next best thing.”

“Thank you, hermosa,” he says, before opening his last gift. He pauses as he looks down at the strap for a guitar.

“I know you’ve been trying to get back into it, and I know your current strap is falling apart,” you say, smiling. “I thought you could do with an upgrade. And look!” you pull the strap from the wrapping before finding the end and pointing. “I have it engraved with your initials.”

“This is…this is great, cariño. Thank you,” he said, before he stands quickly and leaves the room. He comes back a few moments later, guitar in hand as he settles back on the floor with you, practically ripping off the old strap. He puts on the new one, and why he was fiddling with it, he pushed the small box towards you. “Like I said, it’s not a lot…”

“Santi, please,” you say as you open the gift. You pause at the sight of the Tiffany box, glancing up at Santi who was now looking at your nervously.

You open the Tiffany box, to find a silver chain-link bracelet, with a charm of a Christmas tree hanging off it. You gingerly take it out the box, looking at it more closely.

“I have more charms, but I can’t give them to you yet,” he said. “I got the tree because it’s…it’s our first Christmas together.”

Oh my God, you might burst into tears.

No, actually, you’re already crying.

“Santiago,” you say, in a high-pitched cry, looking at the bracelet, at the delicate green charm of the Christmas tree.

“Oh, no,” he said, scootching over to you and bringing you into his arms, where you sobbed into shoulder. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry. If you don’t like it – “

“Don’t like it!?” you cry, pushing away from him, looking between him and the bracelet. “I love it. Put it on me!” you shove it at him before presenting your wrist to him.

Santi chuckled as he shook his head in disbelief, carefully fastening the bracelet around your wrist before he gave a soft kiss to the warmth of your skin. Your heartbeat loudly in your ears as Santi gave your wrist a squeeze and he looked at you with a warm smile on his face. You look at the bracelet, the charm sitting pretty. You smiled widely at it, tears still falling down your cheeks.

“Please, stop crying,” laughed Santi, reaching up to wipe your years away.

“I can’t,” you say, laughing back as you look at him. “I’m pregnant, and hormonal, and you got me a really nice, sappy gift. I love it.”

“Good. I’m glad.” He goes quiet for a moment before he swallows nervously. “I…”

You look at him as he goes quiet. “Yeah?”

The two of you just staring at each other. Eyes locked onto his, you search for the words that seem to linger unspoken on his lips. There's a certain vulnerability in his silence, a hesitance that hangs in the air like the delicate balance before a confession.

"What is it?" you prompt again gently, your heart quickening in anticipation.

His eyes flicker nervously, and you can almost sense the internal struggle within him. It's as if he's wavering on the edge of an abyss, grappling with emotions that have finally found their way to the surface. Could he…could he be trying to say what you think he…

He takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling in tandem with the weight of his unspoken words. You can feel the gravity of the moment, the tension building between you two, as if the universe itself is holding its breath in anticipation of what he's about to say.

“The next charm you’ll get is in a few weeks, at the baby shower,” Santi finally said, after a long pause.

Oh. That wasn’t what you expected at all. You were –

Wait.

You pause, your brow furrowing as you look at him, tears finally stilling. “The what?”

Santi freezes, his face falling as he looks at you. “Oh, shit.”

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luminnara · 2 years

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Maneater | Billy Hargrove x demon!reader NSFW (18+ ONLY)

There’s a new girl in town…and she’s got a killer beauty routine.

AKA Billy x Jennifer’s Body style reader

Requests and commissions are open!

@smenny @infinitelyforgotten @littlewinter1917 @djiafjaidjcj

Warnings: violence, cannibalism (sorta? Reader is a demon so technically not?) eating people lol, sexual talk, flirtin, smut

(I tried really hard to find a cropped version of this gif but I couldn’t 😩)

You always felt your best after a good night’s beauty sleep, your usual skincare routine, and devouring a boy or two. Sure, it was a little unorthodox, and it was the result of a virgin sacrifice gone wrong (seriously, how did those creepy band dudes think you were a virgin? Ouch), but it was your thing now, and you were totally owning it.

The best part? You wouldn’t have any problems finding fresh meat in your new home of Hawkins, Indiana, because you knew that no matter where you went, there were always going to be stupid, horny boys just begging for you to play around in their chest cavities. You could go just about anywhere and still be able to do your thing, and even though you were in the middle of buttfuck nowhere Indiana, you were excited to check out the locals. Maybe size them up.

Look for someone yummy.

It was a gorgeous spring morning, and you felt amazing. You felt like you could do anything, and you could—when you were full and happy, you were way more powerful than a normal human. Those shitty band guys may have been total idiots, but at least you got some cool new powers out of their silly little ritual. On the outside, you looked gorgeous, with clear, practically glowing skin, a charming smile, and bright eyes…but on the inside, you were a monster straight from hell.

And that didn’t bother you one bit.

Hawkins High was a small school. The parking lot wasn’t even paved. The junior high was right across the driveway. Despite the…quaintness of it all, however, everyone milling around by their cars looked like they all thought they were hot shit. There were groups of girls standing around, snapping their gum and twirling their hair as they gossiped. There were guys in letterman jackets, shoving each other around for fun. There was one boy with impressively nice hair, and one who screamed metal head trailer trash.

Some of them looked like their families had money. Some looked like they were from the wrong side of the tracks. Some were nerds, some were band geeks, some were desperately trying to fit in with the popular clique…they were all equal in your eyes, no matter how different they seemed. They were all fresh meat, and they probably all tasted just fine.

“Who the hell is that?” Carol asked, shoving Tommy aside to get a better look.

Her boyfriend stumbled slightly, irritated that she had cut him off just as he was finally getting handsy with her for the first time in two weeks. “Who?”

“Look, idiot,” Carol snapped.

She grabbed him by the jacket and forced him to turn. When he did, he saw that she was looking at someone he didn’t recognize—

Someone hot.

Someone real hot.

“Goddamn,” he breathed, his eyes glued to you as you sauntered through the lot. “Hargrove. Hey.”

Billy wasn’t listened. Instead, he was leaning against his Camaro as he lit a cigarette and tried to pretend that his ribs weren’t bruised. When Tommy grabbed at his shirt, he immediately stiffened and sneered, straightening up and catching the other boy’s arm.

“The hell is your problem?” He growled.

“Check out the new girl.”

Billy’s grip loosened slightly, teeth clenching around his cigarette as his eyes left Tommy. He found you way more interesting to focus on, anyways, and he was immediately interested.

He grinned, clapping Tommy’s shoulder as he straightened up and moved in your direction.

“Where’re you goin?” Tommy called after him.

“To give our new compatriot a friendly, Hawkins welcome,” Billy replied, a wild look in his eyes as he followed you through the front doors.

You stopped by the office for your schedule and locker number, playing nice and dumb with the secretary. You laughed whenever she did, you said thank you when you took your papers from her, and you gave her a charming smile that you knew would win anybody over. If she was any indicator, Hawkins would be even easier to settle into than you thought.

When you stepped out the door, you nearly ran face first into someone.

Someone who smelled delicious.

“Oh, sorry,” you immediately turned on the charm as your eyes traveled up his broad chest. When they settled on his face, you were surprised to see that he was absolutely gorgeous…and something in his gaze sent a little shiver up your spine.

“No need to apologize, sweetheart,” he smirked. “Name’s Billy.”

You could tell he was checking you out. Boys always did, especially when you were feeling well fed and full of yourself. There was some sort of magnetic pull that drew them in, like the sweet smell of a carnivorous plant beckoning insects forward. Billy definitely wasn’t an insect…but he might make a nice meal nonetheless.

You bit your lower lip and batted your lashes at him. “Wanna show me around, Billy? I don’t know where my new locker is…”

Billy wanted to laugh.

Did you think he was stupid? He knew his way around flirting. He was the king of playing nice to get what he wanted, whether it be slipping into someone’s pants or getting information. Billy could tell that you were pretending to be sugary and sweet with him…but what were you hiding underneath this practically otherworldly exterior?

You were a lot more interesting than he had originally thought, apparently.

“Yeah, I’ll show you around, sweetheart.” He winked.

“Thank you, handsome,” you said, your voice dripping with honey.

It was obvious that he wanted to get in your pants. You knew boys well enough to know that much. He was being sweet and charming to get what he wanted, kind of like you did…and you figured that would make him a nice and easy target.

You walked down the hall with him, looking up at his face and studying what you could see. He had a nice, strong jaw, and thick, curly hair cut into a mullet. His eyes were the brightest blue you’d ever seen, and as he watched rest of the student body, you noticed that they were incredibly observant.

Like a hawk looking for fat little rabbits.

“So where’re you from, sweetheart?” He drawled boredly, as if small talk wasn’t his thing at all.

“…a little town called Devil’s Kettle. You probably haven’t heard of it.” You shrugged, determined to show him that small talk absolutely was your thing. “I like Hawkins a lot more.”

Rather than go along with you, Billy rolled his eyes.

He actually rolled his eyes.

At you.

A demon.

You were a little taken aback, to say the least. Your natural, passive charm was enough to keep any human nice and quiet and complacent until it was time to turn it off and enjoy their terror. So why did Billy have such an attitude with you still?

“You don’t have to flatter me. There’s nothing good about this shit hole.” He said. “Well…‘Cept you, of course.”

Your eyes narrowed slightly. Alright, then. This guy had an attitude, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle. He still smelled and looked delicious, and you had a few more days to figure him out before you needed to feed again. Ever since that ritual left you this way, you’d found yourself enjoying playing with your food…and Billy was no exception.

“Thank you so much for your help,” you said, laying it on thick as you stopped next to your locker.

Your hand found its way to his chest, a move that always had boys rolling over for you. Billy looked down at it and smirked, an absolutely beautiful sight, before his eyes trailed back up to yours.

Your heart skipped a beat.

“Anytime, princess.” He said, his voice smooth, its timbre sending a rush straight down between your thighs.

And then, he was gone, melting back into the crowded hallway, leaving alone to figure out what the hell just happened.

———————

“What the hell is she doing?” Carol asked haughtily.

Vicky wrinkled her nose. “Walking with Billy to his car.”

Carol let out a disgusted sound and turned away, determined not to show her jealousy. You’d only been in Hawkins for what, one day? Twenty four hours, at most? And Billy Hargrove was already giving you a ride home?

Ridiculous.

Tommy H just smirked. “Nice one, Hargrove!” He called out as he leaned against his car.

Carol glared at him.

You heard his shout and turned to look toward its source. You were still confused about Billy…but that moron looked like he might be a good snack in a day or two.

You gave him a wink, watching as his girlfriend fumed next to him.

“You’ve got nice friends.” You commented as Billy opened the passenger door and waited for you to sit down.

“…yeah. Nice.” He snorted, slamming it closed before walking around to his side and getting in.

“How long have you been in Hawkins?” You asked, studying your nails as the Camaro roared to life.

Okay, so you liked his car. Maybe you could steal it after you ate him…? No, that would be way too obvious in a town like this. Everybody would know you had something to do with his disappearance.

Damn.

“Six months. Somethin’ like that.” He said absentmindedly as he backed out of his space. “Why’s that matter, princess?”

You shrugged. “You don’t look like everybody else here.”

You don’t smell like everybody else here.

He grinned in what might have been triumph. “That’s a fucking relief.”

“You definitely don’t look like a local...” you purred, your fingers gliding up his arm. You gave his bicep a squeeze through his jacket and saw him lick his lips from the corner of your eye, and you knew you were getting somewhere.

Okay. This was okay. You could totally have some fun with him, shove all those weird feelings aside, and then do your thing and devour his innards like a good little demon. No more second guessing yourself, though. Time to be a big, confident succubus.

“Can we go somewhere...private, handsome?” you asked, voice dripping with that golden honey as you leaned against him.

“Your place or mine, sweetheart?” he grinned down at you.

“...Yours.” you decided. Today was about having fun and celebrating your move. Next time, you’d take him back to your new house and tear him to shreds.

For sure you would.

For real.

Never mind how genuinely cute you found him. You were gonna wreck this guy, in more ways than one.

You could tell that Billy was excited at the prospect of getting laid. You could smell it rolling off of him in waves, and for you, those pheromones were like a drug. They made you feel happy and floaty, your chest buzzing as he squeezed your thigh and put the pedal to the metal.

“You always drive like this?” you asked, laughing loudly over the sound of the radio and the wind whipping through the open windows.

Billy glanced over to see you smiling, and he grinned. “You like it, sweetheart?”

“I love it!” you replied without thinking about your cool demon persona for once.

Billy’s grin just grew wider and he floored it, tearing down the quiet highway towards his place.

His house was small and simple, decorated conservatively in a way that told you his folks weren’t very much fun. He didn’t give you much time to take it all in, though, quickly ushering you down the hall and into his room before you could make yourself at home.

“You in a rush?” you quipped.

“Can you blame me for being eager?” he smirked as he shut the door.

No. You really couldn’t.

Being alone in a room with Billy Hargrove felt special. So many girls at Hawkins High would probably kill for the chance to cozy up with him like this, and yet there you were, on your very first day in town, climbing on top of him like you owned his soul.

Wait...was that an option? Could you do that? It might be a nicer option than eating him at this point, because honestly...you were starting to think you should keep him around for a little longer than originally planned. Like, for real…it took a lot to satisfy a demon like yourself, and somehow, Billy Hargrove was managing to do it.

Maybe it was because in bed, he absolutely dripped sin and sex appeal. His hands? Killer. His dick? Perfect. His mouth?

Godly.

“F-fuck!” You gasped, mouth agape, eyes wide as you gripped his hair and pulled hard.

He grunted against you, looking up from his place between your thighs. Fuck, he was glad you wore a skirt, because the second he got you in his room, he was tossing you down on his bed and diving right in. If he had to fuck around with jeans or some bullshit like that, he’d have been seriously pissed off.

Instead, all he had to do was grab your hips, pull your panties to the side, and let your moans serenade him as he showed you how fucking good he was with his tongue.

Normally, he’d be the one guiding your head right now, not the other way around. He’d be quick and demanding, get his kicks, make you finish with his fingers or something, and then get outta there. That’s what he always did with girls, and it was always fast and fun. Hollow, in a way, but fun. With you, though…with you, he was determined to savor everything, because you tasted delicious in a way he’d never experienced before, and he couldn’t get enough.

“Billy…” you moaned, grinding your hips against his face as you felt yourself getting close again. Perks of being a demon, you guessed…lots and lots of orgasms.

He was lapping it all up like it was ambrosia, eyes trained on you obediently.

He had really, really beautiful eyes, and as you gazed into them, you came again.

“O-okay,” you huffed, thighs shaking as you yanked his head back. “That’s enough.”

You felt him resist, trying to get one last taste, but you were stronger than you looked.

And you also had an appetite that needed to be sated.

“Your turn, big boy,” you purred, switching your positions.

Billy was more than happy to recline and watch as you unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. As much as he wanted you to sit on his face for a few hours, he was eager to find out if the rest of you was just as sweet.

You were just happy to see that his dick matched the rest of him.

There was no point in trying to hide your glee as you freed him from the confines of his tight jeans, and you immediately wrapped a hand around his shaft and your lips around his head. He shuddered at the feeling of your mouth on him, a hand coming to rest on the back of your head as he made a move to guide you. You didn’t need him to, but you let him pretend he had some semblance of control as you bobbed up and down, and honestly? It was pretty cute that he thought he was in charge.

His cock slipped deeper into your throat, until your nose was brushing his pelvis. You were surrounded by his scent, that natural, musky smell and—cologne? Did he put cologne down there? Yeah, that was kinda cute—and it made you hungrier.

When you leaned back, he tried to follow you, searching for that warmth again…but when you pushed him down against his own mattress and sank down onto his cock, his eyes widened.

“No rubber?” He asked.

You just smiled and leaned down, hands on his chest as you licked the side of his face. “Don’t worry about it, baby.”

Fuck, you were perfect.

And you were weirdly warm.

“Fuck, baby…” he groaned, hands squeezing your ass as you rode him.

You felt fucking perfect, and he knew he was gonna have to come back for seconds, something he almost never did in Hawkins.

Because Billy Hargrove was hooked on you…and when you watched his face as he came, you realized you were a little hooked on him, too.

Shit.

He was too cute to eat.

“So.” He said as you rolled to the side, catching your breath. “What’s your deal?”

“My deal?” You asked, eyes flicking toward him.

He lit a cigarette. “There’s somethin’ up with you, babe. Knew it from the second we talked this morning.”

You floundered, staring at him. What did he mean? Guys never guessed that you were anything other than hot. Nobody had ever suspected that there was something supernatural about you, not even your best friends back in Devil’s Kettle.

“I don’t normally do this whole…talking thing.” Billy said. “But you’ve got me intrigued, princess. So what’s the deal?”

“I have no idea what you’re—“

“Cut the shit,” he growled, surprising you again with how easily he fought through your natural defenses. “You’re hiding something. I can tell.”

“Did you fuck me just to grill me?” You asked in irritation.

“Nah. That was just a bonus.” He grinned, reaching down to brush his fingers over your swollen clit. When you immediately flinched, he laughed. “You sure are sensitive, babe…”

You rolled your eyes and sat up. “I don’t know why you think something’s up, but I don’t appreciate it, Hargrove.”

He raised his lip in a sneer. “Fine. Don’t tell me. But I’ll figure you out eventually, sweetheart.”

You just narrowed your eyes.

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Billy’s suspicions weren’t enough to keep you from hanging around him. You liked the resident bad boy, even though his friends were annoying, and he seemed to enjoy keeping and arm slung around your shoulders in public. For a few days, everything was fine…until you felt yourself starting to fade, and you knew it was time for a snack.

It was easy enough to pick a boy out of the crowd, some senior whose name you didn’t bother to learn. When Billy was busy with sports, you chose your victim and whispered in his ear, leading him out of the building, across the parking lot, and into the woods. He thought he was about to get lucky; after all, rumors had begun flying about how easy you were, after everybody saw Billy Hargrove giving you a ride on your very first day in town. This guy probably thought he was about to get a once in a lifetime opportunity with the hottest girl in town.

“Don’t count on it,” you grinned dangerously before shoving him back against a tree trunk.

You watched his expression change from confusion to horror as your jaw unhinged and your teeth elongated, ready to sink into his flesh and tear him apart. As soon as you made contact, you flew into a frenzy, ripping his rib cage open with your hands and digging in.

Delicious, as always.

As you tore chunks out of his chest cavity, you thought about Billy. You imagined the feeling of his hands on you, squeezing your thighs and your hips…you could picture his face looking down at you, cheeks flushed and lips parted, and those gorgeous blue eyes…

Your fantasy was interrupted by a sudden pain in your torso, and when you looked down, you saw that your victim had managed to shove a huge, sharp tree branch straight through you.

“Ouch.” You said.

You coughed up some blood.

“That’s what I get for being distracted at dinner, huh?”

You heard the boy gasping, desperately clinging to life even with his organs out on display. Well, this wasn’t really how you thought this would go…and shit, it was really starting to hurt.

With one last chomp that finally silenced your victim, you let his body fall to the ground and stumbled back. You were in worse shape than you thought, and your little house out in the woods was pretty fucking far away. You needed somewhere safe to go in the meantime, somewhere you could curl up and wait for your body to heal itself.

By the time you limped up to Billy’s window, night had fallen…but his light was still on, and with any luck, he was alone and free of other girls. You really didn’t have it in you to tear someone else apart, not while you were in this state. You shuffled up to the window sill, gripping it with bloody hands and thumping against it weakly.

Billy immediately stiffened.

He was fresh out of the shower, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. He had been considering jerking off to the thought of you before bed, but now, the sound of something outside had him on high alert. He’d already been stressed thanks to his father yelling at the dinner table earlier, and the last thing he needed was some weird bullshit to deal with.

Unfortunately, when he opened his window, that’s exactly what he got.

“What--the fuck--” he stammered, eyes wide as you tumbled in and landed in a bloody heap on his floor.

“H-hey,” you panted, chest heaving with effort as you pulled yourself into a more comfortable position.

Billy just stared.

“I--I know this looks crazy,” you said, grunting in pain when you managed to sit up against his bed. “I just need to rest here--”

“What are you?” he interrupted.

“I don’t know what you--”

“I told you to cut the shit the other day.” he growled. “Now I really fucking mean it, princess.”

You looked up at him, still breathing hard. “...You have to swear not to freak out.”

“Try me.”

“So...back in Devil’s Kettle, there’s this weird waterfall. Some guys offered me up to Satan on a platter, I guess, and then tossed me down...only their ritual didn’t work. And now I’m...like this.” you gestured to yourself.

Billy was taking things surprisingly well. “Like what?”

“Like...a demon.”

You watched his face closely, waiting for the inevitable. Waiting for the panic.

It didn’t come, though. Honestly, Billy didn’t even know why he wasn’t totally losing it, especially given the state you were in--covered in blood, a huge wound in the middle of your stomach--but as he sat down across from you, he barely felt anxious.

“So...what’s with the blood?” he asked, reaching for a smoke.

“...Okay, now you really can’t freak out.”

“Fine, sweetheart.”

“I just...had dinner, and dinner...fought back.”

He raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t press further...so you spared him the details, lest he end up having a weaker stomach than he pretended to. “I just need a couple hours to heal and then I’ll be gone. Swear.”

“Neil and Susan are still gone. Max is in bed.” he said as he calmly lit a cigarette. “Go shower before you get that shit all over my stuff.”

You blinked. “You’re really not...weirded out by all this?”

“I told you I knew something was up with you.” he smirked. “Didn’t know it was this weird, but I still fucking knew.”

You let out a breathy little laugh at that and tried to stand. When your knees buckled, Billy caught you with one arm, choosing to haul you to the bathroom himself. And then, he joined you, because even though it was probably the strangest situation he’d ever been in, you were still you, and you were still hot, an even if you were a demon, you were kinda his demon now...and he wasn’t gonna pass up the chance to shower with you.

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Could I request a criminals fic please? Where the reader is the youngest on the team (and Hotch kinda feels responsible for him) and they're going after the unsub, he's paired with Hotch and the reader ends up getting hurt and Hotch is a concerned dad™ (if you feel comfortable writing this)

Aaron Hotchner x Male Reader (Platonic)

Hello! So sorry for the late reply, I know it's been over a year, I didn't forget about you or anyone else in my ask box I just lost all motivation to write. However, I am back and better than ever! I hope this is to your liking, if it is not, please message me and I'll try to fix it as best as I can! I finished this at 5 am so please let me know if there are any spelling errors. Enjoy!

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*Warning: Canon Typical violence, swearing, hospitals

*He/Him pronouns

*Word count: 4574

*Aaron Hotchner x Male Reader (Platonic)

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The sun beat down on the team as they stood in the field examining the body of the newest victim. Napkins and handkerchiefs were used to mop up sweat as it poured down their necks, shirts were stuck to backs and water bottles were in high demand. Frustration was building up and tensions were high. This was the fifth body in two weeks, the locals were on edge and they had no new leads.

“These victims have nothing in common Hotch,” {Name} was visibly exhausted as he walked towards his superior. “Maria was a college student, Susanna was a lifeguard, Logan was a nanny, Tyler was retired, and,” he looked over to the mangled body that still layed on the side of the road, “he was in middle school at most.” The younger man rolled his shoulders to relieve some tension. He was antsy and irritated, he wanted to catch the unsub before anyone else could get hurt but they weren’t getting anywhere with the information the team had gathered.

Hotchner sighed as he took in the appearance of the team’s youngest. From the dirt clinging to the man’s sweaty arms to the way he was standing, he couldn’t help but feel a bit of sympathy for him. He looked defeated and tired, not ready to give up but definitely in need of a break. In the short time {Name} has been on the team, he had worked a lot harder than the rest to prove himself to the others. He stayed in the office later than everyone else, sometimes even later than Hotchner himself, just to get his paperwork done as soon as possible. He had made it his job to make sure everyone was in as high of spirits as they could be. While it had taken a while for the team to warm up to the idea of another agent joining their team, especially one that was as younger than Spencer, the resident team baby, they couldn’t picture the team without him now.

“Go back to the hotel, take a shower and get something to eat. We’ll go over the evidence again tomorrow when we can I.D. the boy.” Like always, Hotchner had sounded punctual and strict, but to someone who had known him long enough there was a distinct and faint fondness and sympathy in his voice.

“I can’t,” immediately opposed to the idea, {Name} stood up straighter and fixed his shirt in an attempt to look more composed. “We just got here, I’ve barely looked at the body, we haven’t had enough time to go over the crime scene in detail yet. We can’t just, go to bed now.”

“We aren’t,” Hotchner corrected him, “you are.” Before {Name} had the chance to rebel again, he carried on with his lecture. “You look exhausted {Name}, I can’t risk someone on my team being out of commission because he refuses to take care of himself.” {Name} was taken aback by this, not by Hotchner’s urge for him to go to the hotel, because his reasoning made sense; if he worked himself sick he wouldn’t be able to help his team, he would be useless, and the last thing he wanted to do was burden his team. What caught him off guard was hearing his first name. It wasn’t often that his boss would refer to anyone by their first name, especially while on a case.

The protests seemed to die in his throat as {Name} slouched back down and nodded. “Alright, but I expect a full report on everything first thing in the morning.” Hotchner nodded in agreement and {Name} turned away to leave. He took one last look at the body before sighing and getting in one of the team's SUVs to drive back to the hotel. He wasn’t exactly pleased that he had basically gotten scolded and sent to his room by his superior, but his fear of disappointing the team outweighed his pride so he conceded.

It was only once {Name} sat down on his hotel bed did he realize how tired he truly was. He quickly set an alarm on his phone before taking off his shoes and jacket and laying back. Despite being told to rest, he laid on the bed going over every piece of evidence the team had uncovered up until this point. The motive seemed to be all over the place, they had a small semblance of a clue at one point, but the new victim threw a wrench into all their ideas. {Name} kept brainstorming and coming up with new theories until he physically could no longer keep his eyes open or force his brain to focus. With no new workable theories, he fell asleep, still in his work clothes while his legs continued to hang off the bed.

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The rest of the night went by in a blur and soon enough {Name} had been startled awake by the sound of his alarm. A quick shower after he managed to pull himself out of bed washed away the sweat that accumulated on his skin over the night as well as the dirt that had remained clinging to him from the day before. He had only just finished adjusting his belt when his phone vibrated, he stumbled over to his bed to check the message. The text was from his boss urging him to arrive at the station as quickly as possible and had him trying to speed run putting on his shoes as he finished getting ready in a rush.

He didn't bother tying them as he grabbed the rest of his things and ran out the door, though he didn't get far before he tripped and fell. One of the hotel workers turned around as she heard the thud and stared at {Name} as he continued to lay on the ground in shame.

"Are you okay sir..?" She walked over cautiously, ready to call for security if something went wrong. The only response she got was a thumbs up and a groan. She would have helped him up, but she decided it was out of her pay grade and decided to leave the fallen man to his own devices.

Once left alone, {Name} moved to push himself up as he touched his cheek. With a hiss of pain, he pulled away his hand to see the faintest bit of blood. "Fuck, well that was embarrassing." His phone buzzed again, and after assuring his boss he was on his way, he tied his shoes and walked down the hall. This time, at a much slower pace.

He contemplated stopping for coffee as he left the building and called a cab, but Hotch’s message sounded urgent so he decided against it. The ride seemed to take forever, and {Name}’s leg was bouncing as he buzzed with nerves by the time they pulled up to the station. He gave the cab driver a considerable tip as he rushed out of the car and up the stairs to the building. He had taken only a few steps into the building before a vest was shoved into his hands by JJ and he was gestured back out of the building.

“What’s going on?” The vest was quickly secured as they made their way out of the building and to the SUVs.

"We got a hit on the unsub, Hotch will explain more in the car we don’t have much time.” JJ rushed him towards the first car in the line up before going back into the building to deal with the outrage ensuing in the station.

A manilla folder was placed into {Name}’s hands as he buckled himself in. A quick glance was thrown towards his team leader before he opened the folder and got to reading. The unsub was Jacob Daring, a white man in his 40s, unemployed and apparently had been turned down from every job he applied for. As he kept reading, Hotchner began relaying the more in depth information, “the reason we couldn’t find a connection between the victims is because there was none. They were all victims of opportunity.”

“Caught in the wrong place at the wrong time…” {Name} continued shuffling through the papers as they continued to the unsub’s house, merely minutes away now. “The interview dates line up with the killings, that’s the stressor? He gets rejected and takes his anger out on the next person he sees?”

“Precisely, the more rejections he received the more violent his attacks. We’ve managed to track him down to his apartment, Reid and Morgan are on the scene already working on negotiations. He’s got a hostage, Marium Lancing, 20 years old, he grabbed her from the street when he saw the police pull up.” The pair pulled up across the street from the unsub’s house, {Name} could see him pacing in the window, in between him and the window was the hostage. She was wrapped in duct tape with her mouth taped shut as well. As he and Hotchner made their way across the street to the rest of the team, he could see she was already injured, bleeding from the head somewhere.

“He’s not talking to us Hotch,” Derek accosted the two as they got near. “He won’t pick up the phone, last time we tried to call he got violent. The snipers can’t get a clear shot either, he’s too erratic, there’s too much in the way blocking the shot.” He let out a frustrated sigh as he gestured around, “what’s the plan boss?”

Hotchner looked around, taking in the building, observing the unsub as he paced, before shaking his head and sighing himself. “We need to send someone inside, someone to talk to him, get him to listen. He thinks the people he’s killed are the reason no one hired him, there’s no doubt he thinks she’s the reason he got caught.” He crossed his arms and looked at his team once more. “We can send Reid in, have him empathize with the unsub, maybe we can convince him to let her go.”

Derek nodded before heading over to Spencer, helping him gear up and informing him of the plans. {Name} busied himself with talking to the police on scene, they had gotten there before the bau did, so he assumed they would have a bit more information on the situation than his team did. Unfortunately he was sorely mistaken, the police had been anything but helpful since the team arrived to pick up the case, he didn’t know why he even bothered. As he walked back over to where his team was stationed he glanced over at the window, hoping to see how his colleague, and maybe friend, was fairing. He managed to find Spencer, standing off to the side, trying to talk the unsub into letting the girl go. {Name} stood there and watched for a few moments before he noticed Spencer quickly glance at him before looking back at the unsub, shaking his head.

{Name} looked from Spencer to the unsub and froze. He was staring back at him, wide eyed before it turned into a glare and he began to yell at Spencer. {Name} quickly made his way back over to his team only minutes before Spencer came back out of the building and rushed over. He could hear the unsub still yelling from inside as the door was left open.

“We have a problem.” Spencer began, speaking quickly and wringing his fingers together. “I was getting somewhere at first, he was starting to listen to me. But then, he looked out the window and got angry, he started yelling and saying I wouldn’t give him what, uhm, who he wanted.” He looked at the ground for a second, swallowing his nerves before looking back at Hotchner.

“Who does he want?” The entire group looked over at the house as a shoe was thrown at the window, effectively smashing it and making the yelling appear louder. “Who does he want Reid? We’re running out of time,” Hotchner stressed, ready to just go in himself to save the hostage.

“{Name}. He said he wanted {Name}. He didn’t say what for, he just kept saying he would only talk to {Name}.”

“No.” Hotchner immediately shut down the idea.

“I’ll go in.” {Name} said at the same time, pausing and looking over at his boss after they spoke over each other.

“Absolutely not.” Hotchner denied again, shaking his head. “You’ve never negotiated in a hostage situation, you’re not prepared for this. We also don’t know why he wants you out of everyone. It’s too risky, we’ll figure something else out. Morgan, do the snipers have a shot?”

“Negative boss.”

“I can do it!” {Name} tightened his vest and stood up straighter. This was his chance, his moment to prove himself to the team. While yes, he’s been involved in negotiations before, it had never been up to him to save the day. The team still treated him as if he would break being under pressure, this was his chance to prove to them he could do it. Not to mention there was the chance that the unsub would kill the hostage if he didn’t go. He had shown that he was unwilling to bargain up until now, it would be stupid to give up the opportinuty to free the girl now.

“No, you can’t.” {Name} sighed as Hotchner, once again, shut him down.

“What choice do we have? There is a life on the line, we don’t know how much longer he will be willing to wait before this ends in a murder suicide. If we send someone else in it might trigger him to kill one last time, that’s not a chance we can take.” He tried his best to reason with the unit chief, as he looked around at the rest of the team gathered there he could see them, reluctantly, agreeing with him.

They stood there in silence for a few moments before a pan flying out the window brought them back to the issue at hand. “Fine, but I’m coming in with you, you’re not going in alone.”

“Deal.”

As they walked up to the door together, Hotchner tried his best to prepare {Name} for whatever was about to happen. “If the unsub tries to get you to leave my line of sight, don’t let him. If he comes at you, step out of the way and let me deal with him.” {Name} opened his mouth, ready to defend his capabilities before he quickly shut it at the look Hotchner gave him. “I know you can defend yourself, but only one of us carries a gun.”

They both paused outside the door, taking a moment to collect themselves before they headed inside, {Name} in the lead. “Jason Daring? My name is {Full Name}, I am with the FBI, you said you wanted to talk to me?” He slowly crept into the doorway that connected the living room to the hallway, hands raised in the air. He fought back a flinch as Jason violently turned to him, pointing a standard kitchen knife at him. “Can you put the knife down?” He knew Jason wouldn’t, he was too paranoid to drop his defenses too easily, however the question alerted Hotchner, who was standing to the side out of view, that he was armed.

“No, no no!” Jason screamed at him. “You,” he walked over to his hostage, pulling her out of the chair and using her as a cover while holding the knife to her throat, “are not in the position to be making demands.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry” {Name} apologized, he watched as the unsub relaxed his grip on her hair, seemingly calming down a fraction at the lack of authority {Name} presented. “You wanted to talk right? Why don’t we talk?”

“Drop your weapons.” Jason retightened his grip on the girl and gestured with his head to {Name}.

“I don’t have any weapons.”

“Bullshit.” He spit out. “Don’t LIE TO ME!” {Name} took a breath to steady himself as he slowly reached for his pockets, turning them inside out.

“I am not allowed to carry a gun, and I do not have any other type of weapons on me, I promise. I just want to talk.” {Name} spoke calmly and slowly, fearing that any other type of reaction would trigger a negative response. He could see Hotchner slowly pull out his gun and get into position, ready to shoot if the situation escalated.

“That's not all you want. You don’t care about me, all you want is this stupid bitch to walk free from her crimes!” Jason began to rant, flailing his arm that still held the knife as he yelled. “You think I don’t know?! Do you think I’m stupid?” He let go of the hostage, too caught up in his yelling to fully comprehend his surroundings.

{Name} paused and refrained from making any sudden movements that would alert the unsub to look over at him. He turned his attention over to the hostage and motioned for her to slowly try to make her way over.

“I do care Jason, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t care. You’re not stupid, we can talk this out if you let us talk.” Jason still hadn’t realized his hostage was escaping, he might have never realized if she hadn’t tripped on her way out, falling into a wall before simply running out the door. At the bang, Jason finally turned his attention back to the scene at hand and was outraged.

“You fucking bitch!” Jason threw the knife on the ground as he reached into his waistband and pulled out a gun no one knew he had before. Before he could even process what was going on, searing pain overtook {Name}’s senses as two bullets struck him in the shoulder and he dropped to the floor. He hadn’t heard the bangs, he hadn’t even registered the pain until he was already on the ground and felt the blood on his hand as he touched his shoulder. He felt like he was drifting in a bubble, he had never been shot before, the feeling was foriegn and unwelcomed. He was vaguely aware of Hotchner stepping next to him and firing two shots at the unsub before he also dropped to the ground to check on his youngest subordinate.

The rest of the team had rushed into the building, alerted by the first gunshot. Derek rushed past the two on the floor and grabbed hold of the unsub, holding him to the ground as he tried to make his escape. Only one of Hotchner’s bullets hit him. Spencer had rushed back outside to alert the police they needed an ambulance and to help JJ, who had arrived while {Name} was inside, console the hostage. Emily stayed with {Name} and Hotchner, helping to suppress the bleeding and keep {Name} awake until the ambulance arrived. She glanced up from where her hands were pressed against the wound and looked at her boss, he had not said a word to any of them since the gunfire.

They continued to sit there in silence until the ambulance arrived, EMTs quickly carried him onto a stretcher and into the ambulance. The vehicle did not linger long before rushing off, {Name} had already lost a lot of blood by the time they had arrived and they had to rush to ensure he wouldn’t lose much more. The team watched the ambulance drive away until it had turned a corner and they lost sight of it. Few words were exchanged between them as they wrapped up the crime scene, Spencer and Emily headed back to the precinct as JJ spoke to the press and Hotchner and Derek followed after the ambulance. When they got to the hospital they were told it would be a few hours before {Name} would be surgery, one of the bullets hadn’t come out and was stuck in his arm, but the doctors were hopeful for a full recovery. Luckily the other one was a clean shot, with a few stitches and enough time to heal all that would be left would be a scar.

Over the next few hours, the rest of the team began to show up one by one. Derek had returned to the hotel to shower and change his clothes, he had brought a change of clothes for Hotchner, and {Name}, on his return as the older man refused to leave the hospital. The team, in fresh clothes and slightly better spirits, took their seats and waited together to hear any news about {Name}.

It was a few hours after everyone had gotten settled that a nurse and doctor came back out to greet them. “Hello, I hope you are all doing well today. There was a slight complication with surgery, but nothing that should affect the recovery process. We will need to keep him here for the next few days to monitor his vitals, he had lost a lot of blood upon revival. We were able to recover what was lost, but he may still feel the effects of the blood loss when he wakes up. He is on strong pain medication right now, but we will gradually wean him off over the course of the next few days.” The doctor paused and let the group absorb the information.

“Is he allowed visitors?”

“We can only allow one person in his room right now, though I would like to warn you he is still asleep Mr..?”

“Aaron Hotchner,” he stood up and reached out to shake the doctor’s hand. “I am the unit chief of the BAU.”

“FBI right?” The doctor shook his hand as Hotchner answered his question with a nod. “Would one of you like to go see him?”

Hotchner glanced over at his team and gave them a moment to speak up, when none of them did, he nodded his head and turned back to the doctor. “I will.” The doctor nodded and gestured to the nurse before they broke away from the group as the nurse led Hotcher to {Name}’s room. As predicted, the young man was still asleep when they had stepped into the room. The nurse checked his vitals one last time before she left the room to give Hotchner privacy. He looked back as the door clicked shut, but only for a moment before he focused his sight back on his agent in the hospital bed. He looked much better now than he did earlier, bleeding out on the floor of a dirty, rundown house. The colors of life were back in his face, gone was the sickly pale that had taken over previously.

Hotchner took a seat next to the bed and back heavily in the chair he was in. The tension bled from his shoulders as the steady beat of the heart monitor persisted. He didn’t know how long he had been sitting there, eyes closed, listening to the beeping until the sound of movement caught his attention.

“Hotch?” The voice was quiet and scratchy, but nonetheless {Name}’s. “Did we get ‘im?” He blearily looked over at Hotchner, he was not able to fully make out who he was seeing, but he had no doubt about who he was talking to.

“Yeah,” Hotchner responded after taking a moment to compose himself, “we did. How are you feeling {Name}?” He spoke softly, in such an affectionate and caring way {Name} had to do a double take as he suddenly doubted he was talking to the same man. It was out of character for the strict, focused, and “married to his job” Aaron Hotchner to speak to one of his colleagues with such softness of tone.

“I’m okay, I think.” {Name} wiped his eyes with his uninjured arm and pushed himself to sit up more. He glanced around the room before taking in all the tubes and wires attached to him. “Shit, they’ve got me on the good stuff huh?” He laughed to himself for a moment, ignoring the slight pain it caused, before he caught himself. “Oh um, sorry Hotch.” He looked back over at his boss, surprised to see the slight smile on his face.

“I’m glad you’re doing better. You gave us a real scare, you know?”

“I’m sorry, really account for the hostage tripping, or for the unsub to have a gun, or for me to get shot.. I guess I wasn’t as prepared as I thought I was.” {Name} sighed, guilt flooded his system as he recounted the events in his head. He had put his team under unnecessary stress all because he wasn’t ready for the task he took on. “You were right, I wasn’t ready. I’m so sorry.” The guilt combined with the pain medication did not do much to stop the tears that came cascading from {Name}’s eyes, dropping onto the hospital blanket in his lap.

“Hey, {Name}, it’s okay,” Aaron stood up and reached over, wrapping his arms around the crying man in a hug. “As much as we try, we can’t be prepared for everything, mistakes and accidents happen. We’re just happy you’re alright. We caught the unsub, the hostage got out unharmed and is now back with her family.” He hesitated before continuing, “we know how important you are to the functionality of the team, {Name}. You don’t have to prove yourself to us, you already have.”

{Name} wiped his tears and looked up at Aaron, of course he would know what the whole thing truly was about, they weren’t top profilers for nothing. Though they had an agreement to not profile each other on the team, it was only natural for them to do it anyway, it is human nature to want to know what is unknown. “That’s not,” {Name} tried to deny the claims but decided it wasn’t worth it, too drained from everything that had happened. It’s not like it wasn’t true anyways, he wanted to prove that he can be reliable, he wanted to show that he belonged on the team like everyone else.

“We’ve all been the new guy on the team, all of us. We’ve all tried to prove our worth, to show that we are important to the structure, that we can provide something no one else can.” Aaron pulled back from the hug and sat on the edge of the bed instead. “I know you want to prove yourself to me, I wish it was in less dangerous ways but.. you have already shown that this team needs you. We wouldn’t be able to function as well as we do if you were there, just like if Reid wasn’t there or Morgan wasn’t there. We all bring something to the team, we’re all essential in our own way.”

{Name} took a few breaths to calm himself before he looked back up at Aaron and held his pinkie out to him. “Promise?”

Aaron rolled his eyes with a fond smile. It was childish, a pinkie promise, but sometimes we have to do childish, silly things for those we love. He interlocked his pinkie with {Name}’s and promised. Promised that he had value on the team, promised that the team needed him just as much as he needed the team. He promised that he would protect him, like a father would his son.

#aaron hotch fanfiction #criminal minds #x male reader #aaron hotchner x male reader #platonic relationships #father son relationship #criminal minds fanfiction #male reader #request #i tried my best #flumbliez

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killersquit · 19 days

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emergency commissions !!

hello everyone :"] i've recently missed a ton of work due to chronic illness & i have a LOT of bills due within the next week (one is even due tomorrow ahh) and i don't get paid until next friday </3

please consider supporting me if you're able, or share if you can't!! anything helps 🫶

related to tags: i draw a lot of self ship, i'd love to draw yours too!

if i don't reply, it's probably because i'm at work (11am to 7pm CST, sometimes later), but i'll do my best to get back to you!

#commissions #commissions open #emergency commissions #art #artists on tumblr #my art #self ship commissions #self ship community

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reubenyeoart · 6 months

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State of the Thing: December

Heyo everyone, it's nearly the end of 2023, and what a wild ride it was. A return to full-time freelancing, as well as several new clients and pushing past my comfort zone with some of this year's new works. With the start of a new year coming, I figured this calls for a long-from article rather than the usual "Commissions for the month" post.

So, on the topic of commissions, due to several reasons (which will be brought up further down) I will be very busy in December, and as such will be offering 2 Rendered-style slots for the month of December! Since it also happens to be Black Friday, prices will be as follows if you book your slot from 24/11/2023 - 27/11/2023:

If you book your slot from 28/11/2023 - 01/12/2023, prices will be as follows:

For commission details, as well as terms and conditions and contact info: Here

Now, as for the dates that I won't be available for contact regarding work:

09/12/2023

I will be attending Singapore Comic Con 2023, and I'll be cosplaying Tighnari from Genshin Impact, so if you're in the area during that day, I don't know; say a friendly hello! I won't bite, and I might have a small gift to hand out.

15/12/2023 - 23/12/2023

My friends and I will be heading to Japan for a holiday trip during this period, so I will be not available for contact during this period. You can send email requests for commissions, but I may not be able to reply until I've returned.

25/12/2023 and 31/12/2023

Since these are the days where my friends, family, and I commemorate Christmas and New Year's Eve, I will not be available for contact during these days as well.

Now, let's talk about 2024; it's no surprise that 2023 wasn't the most fantastic in terms of earning my keep, what with the worsening state of the economy, the increasing efforts of social media to strangle the reach of creators, as well as the ongoing threat of unscrupulous users of AI. In light of all this, I've been thinking of a few possible things I could do to bring more to the table:

Streaming?

A few people have expressed interest in seeing my workflow, and so I was thinking of possibly streaming for 1-2 hours while I work on art. I'll be doing a few trial streams in January 2024 at different time zones to gauge interest, and if it pans out well, I'll iron out the kinks regarding the times when I'll stream, with possible expansions to content.

Restructuring of Ko-Fi subscriptions

Since my Ko-Fi Subcriptions haven't been gaining a lot of traction, I've been thinking about offering more stuff to entice others to join in. The $1 tier will remain the same, but there will be adjustments to the $3 tier and an additional $5 tier with addtional rewards (with updated branding to reflect the changes), and the changes will apply in January 2024.

The updated tiers and rewards will be as follows:

$1 (Wanderer -> Sampler)

Access to subscriber/donation only content

$3 (Traveller -> Purveyor)

Access to subscriber/donation only content

Downloads of high-res versions of artwork

Access to subscriber-only Discord subserver

$5 (New tier: Brewer)

Access to subscriber/donation only content

Downloads of high-res versions of artwork

Downloads of .psd files of artwork

Access to subscriber-only Discord subserver

This is only a preliminary description of the changes, and offerings may be adjusted within the coming year, including possible expansion of content with the aforementioned streaming.

Possible Price Adjustments

Since Singapore has been increasing Goods and Service Taxes to 9%, and most services (Paypal, website hosting, cloud storage) upping operation costs to compensate, it may be time to increase prices for commissions. I'll formulate an updated rate based on the current trend of living wages, and will probably announce the updated prices during the March commission announcement (at end of February).

And that's all that I should be covering for this article; if you read through the entire thing, thank you for your patience, and I'll see you all (hopefully) in the coming year!

Cheers! -Reuben (@ReubenYeoArt)

#reubenyeoart #announcements #commissions open #commissions #digital art #fantasy art #sci fi art #oc #fanart #character art #plans #2024

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kenzan-kiwami · 6 months

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(screenshotting the replies and posting because i feel weird replying from my main <\3 hope you don't mind the ping @startledpixel )

i never even thought about it happening that way... haha... excuse me while i go scream in a corner for a couple of minutes

it ties in really well to the sort of recurring motif i see through his life that the only time he's allowed to be truly happy with himself and his place in the world is after his "death" and recovery. kazama is a very complicated character to think about when it comes to his motivations and his relationships with the people he's close with - i don't think he's very good at prioritising his emotional investments (nishiki being the obvious example, but also the way he doesn't send any letters to kiryu in jail until the last day before his parole), so to add an extra layer of tragedy to the whole thing i like to think that he hadn't been making as much time for kashiwagi towards the end than he maybe could have been. not in a premeditated disloyalty sense, of course, but he's got his hands more than full with the whole embezzling 10 billion yen from the tojo coffers gambit... kashiwagi being the way he is though would be all the more desperate for reconciliation, and to then not get it before kazama kicks it would be the icing on the shit cake

but yeah KNOWING adachi was in the building with everyone else must have been like reliving his second-worst nightmare... meeting this man he thought he'd be able to settle down with for the first time in sixty odd years but still constantly having to worry after him. i still adore no idling as an exploration of those feelings after the fact & i find myself coming back to it an awful lot as someone who doesn't generally read fiction more than once or twice unless i'm trying to find something specific (if you may allow me my nerd moment)

it's something i would love to explore more myself, but i don't really feel i have the means to do it in a way in which i'd enjoy the end product... but i suppose that's what commissions are for!

ANYWAY, apparently, everyone kiryu meets in his side story gives him some kind of reward, and i'm having A Time thinking about what he might get from kashiwagi. i'm trying not to set myself up to be disappointed by what happens, but there's a big part of me that hopes kashiwagi pulls "suzuki" to the side and leaves whoever else on the bar for a while so they get a chance to actually catch up. i think at this point both of them really need something like that, because i doubt there's any way kashiwagi didn't get the news that kiryu "died" in 2016

the other big thing that's got me physically shaking is the idea they might finally namedrop him. and uuhhh if they still let us karaoke at survive then i hope judgement gets its own cinematic. : )

#kashiwagi osamu #text #meta #malware #i absolutely need to go and leave a comment on all of your fic because (along with milktrician's)#they're a HUGE part of what kept me interested enough in playing through to 7 and beyond #i'll tell you now yakuza 6 was probably the most difficult time i've had actually finishing a video game ever #sorry if any of this comes across weirdly i feel like i've been noticed by the gods themselves #i opened my notes this morning after i got to work and i'm so glad my boss wasn't in the room because #i could NOT have kept it together in front of her #LIKE normally i'm good at keeping myself composed but this was just... shock and awe. the highest honour i could receive #but i suppose it's not like many people ever talk about minor rgg characters in this much depth #which has been a hangup of mine for a while so i'm glad my stuff is reaching the right audience!#1 spoilers #3 spoilers #7 spoilers

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eponymous-rose · 1 year

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I'm gonna do this again because it turned out last week kinda went off the rails without it and the little bit of accountability is super super helpful.

Monday!

It's a busy week! It's also my birthday week! Let's do this!

E-mail with coffee: sent a prospective grad student a congratulations on her admission to our program. I'm really hoping to hire her, but I do need to consider whether I might want to admit two students for this position and just get the extra funding for the second one elsewhere if both decide to come. Hmm. Confirmed coffee on Friday with the wonderful admin I've been wanting to befriend for a while - finally we'll interact outside of paperwork! Sadly Wednesday's seminar speaker is ill and won't be able to present - I'm leading the seminar so that does add up to a little less work for me, which is the silver lining there. One of my student groups is struggling to grab data from the weather station they built on the roof because the dang software doesn't work on Macs - managed to coordinate getting them a loaner PC laptop from the department, whew. Completed two letters of reference for an undergrad student applying to internships. Somehow managed to double-book a meeting and gave one a heads up to cancel. Showed my availability for scheduling a PhD defense for a student whose committee I'm on. One of the speakers for my seminar series sent a somewhat passive-aggressive e-mail to the department chair to let him know his info's not up on the website yet. Department chair forwarded it to me, I replied with, essentially "hold your dang horses, your talk isn't until mid-March". He replied back with a sheepish apology. All good.

Formulated my list of essential stuff for this week:

finish Wednesday's (and next week's?) lecture(s?)

prepare next week's homework & key

work on grant proposal

work on commissioned review article

So excited that we're finally to the part of the class that I have taught before in past years! Great lecture today about statistical data analysis. Hurt everyone's brains with the Monty Hall problem. Showed a lot of XKCD comics, got some laughs. Good times. Answered some student questions on the homework assignments, looks like everyone's on track to ace this one as well. This is a really strong class and I'm very proud of them!

On to a virtual meeting with my peer mentoring group! We talk about how utterly wild it is that different departments manage research funding in completely different ways. I vent a bit for the umpteenth time about having to rely 100% on grants to pay my grad students (bigger departments often have student funding provided if they TA, but we just don't have enough classes to sustain that). Easily the biggest source of stress in my life right now is running out of funding for my students: "in order to pay your graduate students, you have to receive a major grant" "cool! how likely am I to get one?" "success rates are about 1 in 15" "uhhhh" "also the applications (if you manage to find a perfect match for your research) take about 40-60 hours to plan and write and it's not work that's looked at formally as part of your tenure review so you're actively taking time away from research" "uhhhhhhh" "and you won't find out if you have been awarded the grant or not before you have to make the decision to hire a student so you just gotta gamble on it" "UHHHHHHH" "you don't get paid in the summer either unless you pull in 2-3 grants that can each cover one month max of salary so I hope you're not putting well over 50% of your take-home toward rent in one of the worst markets in the US or anything haha." It's A Lot. But it's very helpful to talk to people about it!

Realized I left my half-finished Wednesday lecture on my computer at home so I can't work on it during my break between meetings. Shoot, guess that's a tomorrow problem. At least I can work on the homework assignment! This one was an absolute nightmare last year but I think I've come up with a way to simplify it while still hitting all of the learning goals. It's complicated but hopefully very satisfying and builds on everything they've learned thus far. Even with the simplification, I'm definitely expecting some traffic in office hours next week. Opted not to include the more tedious section of the homework because I've tested that particular skill amply in the earlier assignments this quarter. Ran through it once on my own, sent myself the key, then posted the homework and the submission portal for their online module for next week, so all I'm missing now is the lectures.

E-mail break! A professor at a small university nearby wants to bring in a grad student from my group to talk to her class about tornadoes! I have someone in mind (who is both a great presenter and also could use a little confidence boost to get back on track with his research), but of course he's working remotely on the other side of the country, so it's time for a quick check to see if a remote presentation is possible. Checking in on my seminar speaker for next week - project title and abstract up on the website, phew. She's a grad student, so I should find out if her advisor can introduce her or if they want me to do so (and if so, I gotta do some digging for fun facts to share!). Got an invite to a lunch with the faculty & chair where we're going to be brainstorming our next faculty hire, so I gotta be there for that (also because free food)! Surreal to think that we might be hiring my colleague for the next 30 years. It's... kind of intimidating and I definitely want to be in the room for that discussion. Aha! A reply already: virtual talk is fine, so I put the professor and my grad student in touch.

Nice virtual meeting with my former postdoc advisor - we commiserate for a while over his recent illness, but he's feeling better now so we quickly jump back to talking research. The small grant I was awarded recently actually dovetails with some of the broader research ideas he and I had been talking about, so I'm gonna keep him in the loop on that!

Up next: a meeting with my two undergraduate research interns. They're coadvised by my colleague who is flying research aircraft on the other side of the country right now so it's just the three of us. Due to holidays and conferences, this is actually the first time in 2023 we all managed to meet! We go over some paperwork to make sure they get college credit for this research. They're spinning their wheels a little bit but I had them shoot off a couple emails while I was there to start them getting their data ASAP. We then chatted about severe weather we'd all witnessed. One of the students mentioned she's been saving the candy from my office candy bowl for whenever she forgets to bring lunch to campus and now I'm realizing I should maybe get some protein bars or something for some variety.

All good stuff. There's a seminar in 15 minutes but it's a chemistry seminar so... I may just sneak home a bit early.

Tomorrow: no meetings (maaaybe one remote meeting), so work-from home! Should be able to get the last bit of coursework done for the week so I can start on my research to-do list.

#eponymous academia tag

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ciaossu-imagines · 2 days

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hiiiii im just wondering when your commissions will be open again? sorry if you already answered this!

Hello there 😊 No need to be sorry at all, my dear, even if a question has been asked, I don’t mind answering it again, in most cases! As far as when commissions will reopen, the short answer is not as soon as I’d like. In all honesty, worst case scenario, it won’t be until September. I mean, I will be honest and say that I hope it will be earlier, but that’s probably the best line to go by, unless I desperately need money before then.

The longer answer requires parting the curtain just a little bit. I always try to be really transparent with all you lovely readers about my writing process, about my projects and the things I have on the go, so I don’t really mind doing so here. In good news, I’ve finished both commissions I had owing this weekend, on my days off. Now that those are done, I’m moving on to my do-to list for writing, which is as below. I'm not rushing or overloading myself on the below - I expect a lot from myself, but I am realizing I need some rest and relaxation (or at least time to eat and sleep every day) as well.

I’m working on writing a long-fic that I’m really excited about. It’s a self-ship fic, yeah, but it’s also letting me work with some friend’s really amazing OC’s or self-inserts and it’s been something I’ve been really wanting to get the chance to seriously work on. I’ve been working on it, writing little scenes from it here and there, so now it’s having the fun of doing it from the beginning and stringing everything together. So, I’m treating it like a commission and making it my focus – however, full transparency, I work 50 hours this upcoming week and the large majority of it is in the pharmacy, where we’re not allowed to sit at all during our shifts (because it might make the customers think we’re lazy) so there’s very, very little chance I’ll be able to finish the fic this week due to exhaustion and pain. I’m aiming for having it done within the next two weeks though, ideally, because it really is something I’m just that excited about writing.

Once I’m done with that fic, I’m taking about a week to reply to dm’s and email’s from friends and to send the fic to get approval for posting from the friend's featured in it. It takes about that long because I do write novels in reply to people I love talking to, sorry about that to all those lovelies who talk to me. I’d also, during this time, like to try making a Discord account and start trying to beat some of my shyness and get into fandom spaces to meet and talk to people, make fandom even more enjoyable for me 😊

After that, I’m concentrating really hard on getting the rest of my queue built on the blog, a mixture of one-shots, drabbles, headcanons, and such. I’d like to have at least 100 posts ready, that way I can post twice a day for 50 days, which buys me lots of free time, without any worries about the blog, to work on the things below. Headcanon posts don’t take a real long time to write, at most half an hour to an hour for the most intricate, drabbles at most two hours, so I can get a queue built pretty quickly thankfully, with the one-shots being the things that take me the longest. As teased in the previous post, I’ll also be giving you guys rewritten, updated one-shots from a years old smut collection in that queue.

Once that is done, because it was largely agreed upon that many potential commissioners would feel a lot better about commissioning if I had examples of what they could get, I would like to write examples of each type of commission I accept - I had played around with the idea of using some of the commissions already finished, but to be honest, I don't feel good about everyone being able to have access to something someone paid to have, all their own. However, this also does take some time and to ensure they’re all the same quality I give to people who actually do commission, I want to not rush them.

When that is done, I want to focus on the Patreon I keep saying is coming. My plans are that, for the people buying in on tiers to support my work, I’ll be posting one long one-shot story a month. I have some fun ideas for potential other Patreon perks, because I want at least two perks for the Patreons. So my time will be spent getting at least three months ready for that.

Once that is done, I’ll restock the queue and reopen commissions! And by that time, I'll be approaching the slow season, more than likely so I'll be better able to keep to deadlines and stay up with the multiple things on the go.

#admin chatter #commissions #updates

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g0nta-g0kuhara · 1 year

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INFO

Howdy all!! Welcome to my DR sideblog <3 I hope you enjoy your stay here!

ART

You'll be able to find all my art under [#pluto's creations], and keep an eye on my pinned post for when I have requests open! I would love if I could draw constantly, but unfortunately I am a full time uni student in a STEM major u_u

I do take commissions! If you're interested in one, send me a DM and I can send you my price sheet.

NAVIGATION

I'm super talkative in the tags, I love gushing about the amazing ideas the fandom makes!! I also have lots of categorization tags:

Game tags:

DRTHH -> #dr1

SDR2 -> #dr2

NDRV3 -> #drv3

I also sporadically tag Ultra Despair Girls as #udg, but if its just nagito or Izuru it might only be tagged as #dr2

Character tags: Most characters are written how their names are spelt in the official english localization (EX: #kaito momota) but there are a few exceptions:

Kokichi Oma -> #kokichi ouma

Keebo -> #kiibo

Ultimate Imposter -> #byakuya twogami

Genocide Jill -> #genocider

None of the UDG-only characters are tagged except for Komaru as I don't know any of their names

Special tags: I have a few more DR specific tags for things I love!

Gonta and Gundham interacting -> #bugs & beasts

Gonta + Kaito (qpp, romantic, besties, idc) -> #bugs blast off!

Pregame V3 stuff -> #pregamev3

V3 Survivors trio -> #ourrealitytrio

Gonta serious/angsty posts -> #gontangst

In general, I don't tag any ships as it's very difficult for me to remember all the ship names. If we're mutuals, feel free to ask me to tag a ship/trope either for filtering or later searching purposes!

Other tags:

#shut up me -> Personal thoughts and ramblings by me! Usually about DR or DR related things but no promises

#pluto answers -> Asks tag

#ask games -> Responses to ask memes

#reblog games -> Any of those "reblog and say in the tags..." posts

#fav -> Posts that I love so much I want to be able to find later

#ultimate fav -> above but EVEN MORE!!

#pluto's creations -> My art tag!

#pluto's doodles -> Doodle tag to keep my art tag less cluttered

#misc -> Any non-DR posts I reblog

#txt -> Silly textposts I tag as DR characters

#bugs -> I occasionally reblog pictures of bugs on here cause they remind me of Gonta <3

WHERE ELSE AM I FOUND?

Likes, replies, and follows are all from my main blog @bare1ythere! I post everything non-dr related on there (which isn't a lot, these days)

My non-DR art blog is @bare1yart, although again, these days I'm mainly only drawing DR stuff

I'm the main mod over at @drv3giftexchange! Keep an eye out there for future/current events and the amazing works of everyone who's participated!

I have a twitter, although it's only for retweeting artwork that is sent to me from there. Follow [Autistic_G0nta] if you're interested in that!

You can also find me on Instagram at [G0nta.G0kuhara] if you want to follow my art there as well

INTERACTION & PREFERENCES

I love getting and responding to asks/messages so please send me as many as you'd like! I also love getting sent/tagged in posts, especially one's related to my favs <3 I'm sorry if you ever send me a message and I never reply. Sometimes tumblr doesn't send me notifications or I'm just overwhelmed by the amount I get. Thank you for your patience ;u;

Just a heads up! I use she/he/they pronouns for Chihiro, though with a bias towards she/they, and will occasionally reblog things using he/him for Chihiro. Most Chihiro headcanons are welcome here. Feel free to block the tag [#masc chihiro] for blacklist

Please do not tag my original works with Gonta and Kokichi interacting as ougoku! Just a personal squick of mine. Feel free to tag any of my reblogs here as that ship, as I occasionally do reblog some ougoku stuff.

FAVOURITES

•DR1 -> Kiyotaka Ishimaru, Sakura Ogami, & Chihiro Fujisaki

•DR2 -> Gundham Tanaka, Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, & Nagito Komaeda

•DRV3 -> Gonta Gokuhara, Kaito Momota, & Tsumugi Shirogane

#info #this post is gonna be linked to my pinned post. just for fun

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yukiwrites · 9 months

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Unlikely Friends

Thanks for the support as usual, @authordgaster!

This is a Support chain C-B between Hubert and Percy (OC) from Fire Emblem Three Houses! If you need any more info about Percy, I have written about him here~

Commission info HERE and HERE!

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C SUPPORT

Hubert, offscreen: …

Percy, alone: Hah! Haap!

Percy: … Take that!

Hubert: …!

(sound of fireball exploding)

Hubert: I see you discovered me.

Percy: You didn’t even flinch at that, nice.

Hubert: …

Hubert: I could tell there was no bloodlust in that hit. It was, as it were, a ‘warning shot’.

Percy: Glad you noticed it. So?

Hubert: ‘So’?

Percy: So, what’s your business with me is what I’m asking. I don’t think I signed up for any sneaking classes or anything, so fess up.

Hubert: I am merely here to observe you. If you prove yourself to be a threat to Lady Edelgard and what she has planned, I will be forced to… dispose of you, if necessary.

Percy: I see. Alright, cool.

(Percy leaves)

Hubert: A moment.

(Percy returns)

Percy: Yeah?

Hubert: I must confess that was not the reaction I expected. People don’t usually react well to being told to their faces that they’re being watched. I would know.

Percy: As said, it’s cool. You were honest with me instead of spewing some weird crap, which, props for you. Also, I know you’re doing whatever you can to protect your master, and I respect that, as someone who also has someone else to protect.

Hubert: Hah. Is that ‘someone’ the Ashen Demon, A.K.A. our dear, dear Professor?

Percy: Yup. Wonder how you figured that out.

Hubert: She hardly seems like someone who needs any protection.

Percy: Could say the same about your princess, right? I bet she can bench press you into the next Tuesday before breakfast.

Hubert: … I suppose you have a point. On her being able to hold her own, of course.

Percy: Riiight. Sure. So, can I go back to training now? You can stay and watch it if you want.

Hubert: Be my guest.

Percy: ‘Kay.

(Percy leaves)

Hubert: What a strange creature.

B SUPPORT (Unlockable after Chapter 7 and after attaining Bernadetta and Ingrid’s C-Support)

Percy: Hubert, buddy!

Hubert: Percy.

Percy: Hahaha! (deeper voice) Percy.

Percy: Nailed that.

Hubert, smiling: That hardly sounded like me.

Percy: Got a smile outta you, at least! That’s nice, I like makin’ my friends laugh.

Hubert: So, we are ‘friends’, then? Despite my constant vigilance?

Percy: Yeah, why not? We’re all in the same class and you’re honest about it all. Just don’t lie to me and we’re good, buddy.

Hubert: ‘All in the same class’, I see. Yet, you weren’t so welcoming of Ingrid.

Percy: Hah? I treated her the same way I treated everyone else after she joined. Not my problem she decided that breaking people’s doors was something normal to do. I had to reply in kind.

Hubert: So, breaking doors is unacceptable, but surveillance is not?

Percy: *sighs* Look, I told you already. I respect you for doing whatever you can to protect the one you care about. It doesn’t matter that I’m the target of surveillance or shit. Because it is you and the reason why you’re doing it, it’s fine. You might not think the same, but I actually do consider you as a friend.

Hubert: Hm. Then, allow me to propose a hypothetical situation.

Percy: Go on.

Hubert: Say that Lady Edelgard and the Professor — and, by extension, us — end up becoming enemies in the future. Would your opinion of me still remain? Would this so-called friendship exist at all?

Percy, thinking: Hmmm…

Percy: Yeah, I don’t think anything would change. I’d think you’re still a cool guy and we’d still be friends, even if we’re on opposing sides of the battlefield.

Hubert: … I fail to comprehend this.

Percy: When you’re in the merc business, you meet a lot of other merc bands around. Sometimes, you’re both hired to do the same job as allies. Other times, opposing lords hire us to teach the other a lesson. At the end of the day, we can all meet in the tavern and talk about the job, no hard feelings. It’s just fighting, you know? Doesn’t mean I’d hate the guts of the guy I had been just sharing a cold one with the previous night.

Hubert: I would wager Shez holds a different view of this, but I see your point.

Percy: Yeah, he does him, I do me. So, did that answer satisfy you, my lord?

Hubert, smiling: It did, for the moment. I can’t say I’m entirely convinced, but I’ll play the part, for now.

Percy: That’s good enough for me!

#hubert fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #fatesona #fodlansona #my writings #yuki's commissions #support chains

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princesschimchim1325 · 1 year

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Loving her is Red (1)

Hawks, known to be the fastest hero in Japan and a man who does things his own pace. A man whose life has never been completely his, from the moment the Commission had taken him in, he never really had anything to truly call his. Hawks is the cocky, laid-back Wing Hero whom society adores and fawns over, the flawless facade no one saw through because they prefer it over Takami Keigo who came from a poor and harsh begining.

So why is it that the one person who could see past the mask, is a woman who just happen to hate the Commission?

Or in which Hawks falls in love with someone he shouldn't have. Good thing the feeling is mutual.

Warnings : Hawks is a big birb man, he acts like a bird, he courts like a bird, he has a nest, kind of hawks centric, Takami Keigo is a HUGE SIMP, cursing, HPSC bashing, Endeavor bashing. Written in Hawks' POV, 3rd POV. Mentions of abuse.

I headcanon that those with mutant quirks like Keigo are bigger in size compared to anyone else, so they are forced to take (expensive) suppressants to be smaller to look much more 'normal' and approachable. Inspired by Horus in Gods of Egypt and Hawkman from Black Adam, Keigo in his original form is bigger and much faster with talon-like nails.

The love interest/reader has female genitalia, with she/her prounouns. In this household we love thicc women, thicc thighs save lives, world hard and cold, tiddies soft and warm, implied to be a virgin. Codename is Valkryie. Implied to have a bird-related quirk. Is nicknamed Pidge (lady and the tramp style), Kid, Dove and Angel by Hawks.

(I tried to be inclusive to black readers so the fic rarely mentions the hair and skin, everyone is beautiful so synonyms of it is used alot)

Slight slow burn, pinch of angst, lots of fluff, smut, porn with plot, and they were roommates, slight enemies to lovers.

Foreplay, dom/sub, rough s*x, size difference, size kink, overstimulation, implied breeding kink, wing kink, feather kink, creampie, cum eating, cunnilingus, handjob, seasonal rut, aftercare.

Smut will be in part 2

Comments and reblogs are appreciated!! No Reposts.

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Love is an unfamiliar word for both for Hawks and Takami Keigo. Neither of Keigo's parents loved him nor did they display love for each other. The 'love' the public and his fans give him as Hawks is superficial, they only love the mask he showcases and that's it. The Commission isn't any better, they trained him to be a child soldier, a little puppet they can order around for the sake of 'peace'. His admiration for Endeavor came from the fact that his only reprieve as a child was an Endeavor plushie.

He has never known love but that's fine, as long as he does his purpose, it was fine.

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He'd be lying if he said he never questioned the Commission but he'd be an even bigger liar if he said he didn't know the exact moment he started crack.

On top of all his already full workload, the Commission gave him another thing to think about. An agent from Might Tower who they were planning on partnering him up with, was suddenly attacked by five armed men while coming inside her apartment. Fortunately, she was able to freeze them before they could do any real damage to her. Her neighbors heard shots being fired and quickly called the authorities. She had a few scratches and bruises but she was mostly fine.

In his defense, he did ask what did that have to do with him, to which the President replied "Like I said, she's an agent that we were going to place under your agency. She's an important asset with her skills as an analyst. However, with the sudden attempt on her life, we decided to have you always with her, to ensure such a valuable woman wouldn't get taken out too early." Apparently, they want him to act as a bodyguard for a while due to her skills and her knowledge, making her an important asset (he hates how they talk about her like she's an object that was going to be discarded after using).

it was a pretty solid story, he had no reason to be suspicious. He was ordered to escort her from her apartment, he had to divide his wings and put all his feathers in a backpack when he came to pick her up, so no one would recognize him.

When he entered her room, she was clearly no damsel in distress, considering she caught him by suprise when she attacked him. If he were any ordinary man, he would have died then and there with how fast and precise she was. However, he wasn't ordinary, so he was able to keep up with her, although in the end she was able to pin him down (which was pretty impressive).

There was a certain glint in her eyes, one he couldn't really pin-point what, that tells him that she wasn't who she says she was. He told her he was Hawks and he was there to pick her up by the order of the Commission. She didn't immediately let him go (which was fair), but with enough reassurances from him, she did got off of him and apologized. But she made it extremely clear that she didn't trust, in her words, an HPSC rascal.

Her eyes should have given him a clue.

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Hawks will admit, she was good. Obviously, she was efficient at her job, her work ethics were things to envied. She made work much easier for him and everyone involved.

No, that wasn't he meant, no, not at all. What he meant was that she new what buttons to push to get him riled up. He and Valkyrie were told that they were to share a space to work more efficiently. Which meant he was at the recieving end of her judgement of the Commission and her teasing remarks. She wasn't shy of her criticism and disapproval of the Commission's methods. Not to mention she regularly calls him 'HPSC rascal'. Hell, she gave him grief over the amount of times she saved his ass from their joint missions.

It was a juxtaposition to her serious, no-nonsense persona she shows in front of everyone. To get back at her, he started calling her 'Pidge'. At first it was just to tease her, to get a reaction out of her, but as time went on, it became a term of endearment to him for her.

But it wasn't all bad. For as much as a little sh*t she was, she was equally kind. Because they shared a house paid by the Commission, they saw each other everyday. Which made him see a much different side to her. Despite the fact that he was pretty much useless when it comes to cooking, she just shook her head and asked what are his preferences. Didn't judge him whenever his feathers were a mess, didn't question his temporary nest that was placed in the corner of his room.

However, Hawks still had a job to do. So every now and then, he would ask for a report on what she knows and gathered from her work. He also kept an eye out for her, making sure no man one does any funny business with her. Which leads him to his current predicament; seething quietly in his office as her apparent 'right-hand man' was chatting her ears off. The man was clearly obsessed with her, calling her 'Valkyrie-sama' and kept going on and on about how merciful she was. And the worst part was; she entertained the younger man.

He swears it's not because he's jealous, but the young man was just so irritating, the absolute disrespect towards him, the number #2 f**king Pro Hero.

Even when the younger man had left, Hawks can't help but notice just how much attention Valkryie gets, both from men and women. It made sense, she was beautiful and approachable, of course everyone wants her attention.

What bothered him was the fact that those who approached didn't even bother looking at her gorgeous eyes, they immediately look at her ample chest. His eye twitched when a particularly shameless man placed his disgusting hands on her shoulder, Hawks sat up a little too quickly which made his chair fall over due to the speed. Valkryie looked at him with concern while the man had flinched.

"If you don't have any further business with either of us, please see yourself out." He left no room for any complaints with how cold his glare was. The man was quick to leave his office with his tail in between his legs.

Hawks glanced at Valkryie, only to see her with a mischievous smile on her lips.

Oh, I am f**ked

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Seven months.

They have been living in the same house for seven months. The Commission had been on his ass, reminding him that if she seemed suspicious, he should investigate and immediately report to them.

Turns out, the other reason the Commission made them live together for a while was to keep an eye out on her, because the men that they caught that attempted to attack her said "she isn't who she says she is." Or something like that.

The thing was.... he had noticed. He noticed so he followed her one night four months ago because she hadn't returned from her 'work', and would you look at that; she was talking and having coffee..... with Twice from the league of villains.

And yet... he didn't report the incident to the HPSC. Why?

Well, because he had eavesdropped into their conversation and realized that they were just... talking, as if they were friends. Making debates just how screwed up amd corrupt the government and HPSC is, making fun of their co-workers. They were laughing and looked like they were having a good time.

So he left and went back to the apartment and pretended not to know. Pretended he didn't watch her be friends with a villain when she got back, he just greeted her like he did everytime.

Hawks can't help but wonder why he hadn't told the HPSC, but Keigo knows why he didn't.

Because he fell for her....You know, like an idiot.

Hawks did the one thing he most likely shouldn't have. Keigo fell in love with someone he shouldn't have. The HPSC would have his head if they found out. He could have done what they taught him to do, he could have ratted her out.

Instead, everytime an agent from the Commission calls him, he'd say she's clean... like a liar.

The things you do for love, right?

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Three months later.

They had a fight. Not for the reason he had expected.

They fought.... because he was too careless in a battle with a nomu. It made sense, spring was coming, which means his seasonal rut was coming too. He was starting to feel the signs of it.

The battle ended with the duo winning and Hawks having a gash on his left side which Pidge had to tend.

Which leaves the two of them in a rented cabin (thanks to the nice granny) in the middle of a snowy mountain just a month and a half before spring. Their fight went from him being too careless to her being friends with a villain. She had the audacity to look offended when he spilled that he knew she was friends with Twice.

He sneered, saying "You don't get to call me careless when you're out there making friends with a villain, which could get your license revoked. So tell me, Pidge, who's really careless between the two of us?"

"At the very least, I'm not a puppet who's treated like garbage despite being a loyal soldier, Hawks."

Not going to lie, that hurt. But she wasn't wrong. Lately however, he hasn't been the HPSC's loyal little lapdog, he's been lying to them for a while now.

"Oh , I wouldn't say I'm loyal, considering I haven't told them of your little 'escapade'." He can't help but sass her.

She scoffed, despite the fact that she had an amused look on her lovely face. "Why not? Why haven't you told them? That's what they taught you to do right?"

He didn't even realized what he was saying before it was too late. "Because I love you, Pidge."

Her head snapped towards him with her eyes wide. His own eyes widen when he realized what he just said.

Oh kami, what the f**k have I done? Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, what do I do??? I can't take it back, f**k, I am the world's biggest fool, a damn idiot, fuuuuu–

"–why?"

What?

It was his turn to snap his towards her with an incredulous look on his face. She had the audacity to look flustered, "I mean, why would you disobey the Commission, the people who raised you, for someone who regularly calls you a prick and rascal?" Her eyes refused to make contact with his.

He took her fiddling hands in his much bigger and rougher hands, rubbing his thumbs over her knuckles. This made her finally look at him, to which he gave her a small but genuine smile.

"I don't think you understand, I have never, never felt so free until I met you, until I'm with you, Pidge." He chuckled, leaning towards her "You make me feel less like the child soldier the Commission raised me to be and more like a normal guy who is in love."

She looked even more flustered, "O-okay, but why do you love me? You're the number two pro-hero, you could have just about anyone, so why me?" Her tone said it all, she was unsure if he was being genuine with his confession.

"Yeah, I could but I won't. Why would I give my love and trust to someone who just see the mask and not to you; you who won't hesitate to call me out, and yet you treat me like you would anyone else? How can I not fall in in love with you, when you don't judge me whenever my 'perfect' mask slips? Whenever I'm pissed and tired, you'll ask me to talk about my day instead of telling me to just suck it up. You don't expect me to act perfect all the time, and I love you for it. You are evrything I've dreamed of and more."

It wasn't the man who the Commission raised was confessing, it was Keigo. Takami Keigo who never thought he'd fall in love but always longed it. Hawks who threw away his identity for the HPSC to become a pro hero like Endeavor, suddenly became Keigo again.

She giggled despite the fact that her lovely eyes were welled up with unshed tears, "How can't I be fond of you when you are such a silly bird? Whenever your hair was a mess, it made you seem more normal and not the fabricated image you show to the public. Honestly, you are so weird but I guess you're my weird bird, huh?"

"True, but you shouldn't go saying things like that, it's dangerous." He shook his head while fondly smiling at her.

She tilted her head, "Like what? Why?"

"Calling me your weird bird, it's dangerous because most raptors mate for life. Do you know what that means for me?"

"....ah."

"I'm more like a bird than the public would like to admit. " He shook his head just thinking about how the public always denied him being more bird-like.

"...I don't want to seem nosy, but does that mean you go through a rut?" She softly asked him.

His bushy eyebrows furrowed at how accurate she was. How–?

"How-what gave me away?"

"Well, you said it yourself, you are more bird-like than the public would like admit, honey." The nickname made him think of them in a domestic setting. He should probably focus at the topic at hand.

"Yeah, I go through a rut every spring for about two weeks."

"Well, it is pretty normal isn't it? Most people with quirk like yours have that effect on them, I'm not exempted from it either but it's milder for me." She nonchalantly explained. Of course, her quirk was a transformation type not a mutation, so the effect on her was different.

There she goes again, being attentive to him. How can he not fall for her?

"Yeah, the upcoming weeks leading up to my rut will be hell."

"I see, that makes sense. It's probably very difficult for you to do without a partner."

The two of them were quiet for a few minutes.

Ah, f**k it.

"Takami Keigo." He blurted out. She looked at him with confusion written all over her pretty face.

This was so awkward but very necessary if he wants the relationship to work out. (At least, that's what his handler said. Thankfully, his handler was secretly going against the HPSC, so he wasn't too worried.)

"It's my name, I-I just wanted you to know." No one, absolutely no one besides the commission knew his name. He was going against every single thing the HPSC taught him and yet he couldn't find it in himself to regret it.

She nodded and confessed her own name.

"Can I say your name? Just once, please?"

Well, what was he supposed to say? No? Of course not.

"Yeah sure, just don't say it out loud whenever we're in public or with people we can't trust, yeah?" He couldn't afford to endanger her more than she already was, so they'll have to pretend to be just friends whenever they're in public. A small price to pay if he was being honest.

"Keigo..." why did he like his name being said by her? Was this what they called being 'down bad'?

"Again..."

"Keigo."

"Again."

"Keigo."

Hawks–no, Keigo lifted his large and calloused hand to cup her warm cheek. "May I–?"

She smiled and nodded, "So chivalrous, of course you may."

He chuckled before he closed the distance between them.

Despite the fact that they were in a secluded cabin, sharing one futon while it was cold outside, nothing felt more perfect.

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#bnha x reader #bnha hawks #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami #fem reader #my hero academia

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