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Ooooh could request an Instagram post please.

One of my favourite scenarios is model reader and Spencers Reid or aaron hotchner ooooh or Emily (whichever tickles ya pickle more).

But specifically a Victoria's secret angel reader I just think it would be so cuteeeee and hotttt.

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a few reminders because i’m tired and angry

fandom is a hobby, not a form of activism

adult women aren’t inherently creepy for being in fandom and having hobbies apart from raising babies and doing taxes

the vast majority of people pushing back against the worrying trend of instigating harassment over fictional characters and relationships aren’t incest supporters or pedophiles, actually

liking a m/f ship doesn’t make someone a dirty heterosexual invading your space

preferring gay ships doesn’t make you ‘’woke’’ and good

no one owes you a disclaimer that they are a good person who recognizes that their favorite fictional villain’s actions are evil and that they don’t condone those actions irl

liking a fictional villain is in no way comparable to advocating abuse/murder/genocide/etc and you’re a fucking idiot if you believe that

just because a woman is attracted to a fictional villain doesn’t mean she’s promoting toxic relationships or going to end up in a toxic relationship. assuming women can’t tell fiction and reality apart stinks of internalized misogyny 

some rando’s a/b/o fanfics have none of the level of influence that popular tv shows and movies spreading propaganda have

no one owes you a detailed description of their traumas and mental health problems

abusive relationships are not the same as enemies to lovers ships

y’all need to chill the fuck out over people, relationships, actions and events that don’t actually exist and learn how to enjoy and discuss them like normal people

fandom is a hobby, not a form of activism

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"get me a damned matcha" | Summary and Preview

Hi friends! After laboring over this fic over the past month and a half, I think it's finally ready to publish! I haven't posted a multi-chapter fic since 2017 and this is the first time I actually have enough written out to do regular updates 👀 I will be posting both on here and on AO3 and should be updating every Saturday, generally around 5pm CST :)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 | Chapter 23

✧ pairing ➼ levi ackerman x fem!reader, college x coffee shop x roommates!au ✧ summary ➼ After you find yourself plagued with misfortune due to struggles in your personal and family life, you find yourself needing to move last minute. As a junior in undergrad with little money and little social support, you considered yourself lucky when you found a sublease that was close to campus and was relatively cheap. Unfortunately, it seemed that your roommate did not seem to be so excited regarding your presence. ✧ content/warnings ➼ fluff, slowburn, enemies to lovers (sorta), strangers to lovers, idiots in love (eventually), fem!reader, mentions of alcohol, eventual smut, regular mentions of grief, mention of minor character deaths, angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of blood and injury, will continue to add as more stuff comes up

Preview:

After a long day at work, Levi was more than irritated when he heard a knock on his door. It was well into the evening, so he had no idea who would have the audacity to be bothering him this late. A frown appeared on his face as he looked at the person in front of him in confusion.  "What the hell?" he muttered as he saw an equally confused expression appear on your face.  That annoying undergrad from this afternoon?

"Did you follow me home?" You raised an eyebrow at him. The last person you had expected to be greeted with was the grumpy barista that you had the misfortune of interacting with earlier in the day. "Did you?" you retorted. Levi scoffed. "How the hell would I have followed you home if I was here first?" He cursed to himself as he recalled the monologue you gave him earlier on in the day. You had said that you had to suffer on a bus ride and couldn't get in contact with your new roommate to get keys to the unit. Now that you were standing in front of the door to his apartment, his frown only grew. Your eyes widened as you finally put together the pieces. "Wait," you asked, shaking your head slightly. "Are you-?" "I guess so," Levi responded with an unamused sigh. "Fuck."

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Jealous Alejandro kidnaps Valeria's girlfriend to be interrogated by the 141 (2k words, part 1)

Summary: Inspired by one of my headcanons for Valeria. Valeria has gifted you a whole wing in her massive residence in Las Almas. Alejandro infiltrates the mansion to gather intel and finds you, Valeria's girlfriend. You are kidnapped by Alejandro and interrogated by the 141 on Valeria and her whereabouts. Got a bit carried away and will make a part 2! Link to fanfic on A03

Notes: Sorry for butchering Mexican Spanish, I Google-translated everything! Also tagging @lesvii in case u wanted to read it! TW: mentions of cheating, toxic Alejandro, threat of violence.

It was another beautiful night for you at the rich luxurious mansion of your girlfriend Valeria Garza, the infamous cartel mogul of Las Almas and Latin America. In the lowest basements of the estate sat enemies, tied on their chairs and ruthlessly interrogated by Valeria's henchmen. Blood stains littered the floor, the moans of these victims muffled by the layers of concrete that stood between them and the world above the surface. And much further above, on a secluded and spoiled part of the estate, you stretched lazily on a golden bathtub filled with hot water and bubbles, feeling the dolphin-shaped taps that winked at you with diamond eyes as you played around with the water. Your bathroom was filled with the scent of lavender and honey and you enjoyed another night of hard-earned relaxation. It wasn't easy being this loved and spoiled, but someone had to do it! Sure, Valeria had a prominently dark side that demanded constant attention, and could be a handful to love. Valeria needed three warm homemade meals every day, love each morning and night and a massage break during her siesta, and you met all of her wishes. In return, Valeria loved you hard and expensively.

Today was an especially tough day because Valeria needed to leave for a business trip.

"It's just three days, okay mi amor? I'll be back before you know it," she fussed over you at her doorstep, one of the few times she'd let you be seen by her henchmen. Ever since you were moved into Valeria's residence, she had scarcely left your side. And now here she was, needing to leave for some kind of business meeting that she refused to elaborate on. You knew it must've been important because you would hear various personnel discuss it carelessly when they thought you weren't listening from your balcony. And it must've been very important if it meant keeping her away from you for days. "But what about morning cuddles?" You sulked and held on to her shirt with the tip of your fingers. It was a bit self-indulgent and dramatic, but you really were going to miss her, and Valeria loved to feel needed anyway, so such pathetic displays were more than welcome. "I'll call you whenever I can, okay? Now give me a kiss."

And that's how you ended up having to amuse yourself for several days.

And that's when Alejandro decided to infiltrate the Las Almas residence.

You were soaking in the warm water, completely oblivious to the fact that your girlfriend's ex-lover was eyeing the residence for a vulnerable entry point. As you lathered your body in oils and creams, he was butchering the guards and dumping their bodies behind the bushes. As you sat on your Queen sized bed ready to rest for the night, he stood behind the door, listening. Alejandro had guessed that this must be Valeria's private area of the mansion because it was significantly nicer than the rest, and that said something. Whereas the rest of the mansion looked like it came from a luxury housekeeping catalogue, this part was more...personal. It had a personal touch to it, a woman's touch. And he knew Valeria had no interest in interior decoration. He passed hallways with floral and sensual pieces of art, past vases with carefully arranged flowers that probably had a deeper significance than he realised. Past a fully stocked kitchen with something freshly cooked on the stove, past a well-used sitting area decorated with pictures of two women smiling at the camera. Jealousy tugged at his heart at these displays of domesticity. He pulled a spy cam cord from his pocket and slid it underneath the door. And there on the bed, amid fluffy cushions and blankets, sat you.

And he remembered exactly who you were.

"Hermano, all good in there?" Soap's voice came through in his earpiece, jolting Alejandro from his revenge fantasy. "Si, be out in five," he whispered and pulled the camera back. It'd be more efficient to knock on the door and wait to take you with chloroform, but he could bet on his life that you were not part of the cartel. This was very much a regular civilian woman, a little trophy wife. And trophy wives can't fight off military personnel. Alejandro rammed through the door and lunged for you before you even had a moment to turn around. Having tucked yourself in your blankets, you had no time to even get up before this strange man put his hands on you.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Strange men with various insignias on their uniforms paced around the residence as you were pushed forward and towards the garden. The man was with Mexican Special Forces, that much you could tell. He laughed darkly and tightened his grip on you. "So, big El Sinobre left you behind, eh? Not so big and scary now, are we?" To your horror and surprise, a helicopter was lowering itself to the ground and shone a bright light on you, like you were a criminal. You wanted to protest that you hadn't actually done anything, but you were guilty by association. Another man leaned out of the helicopter and extended his arm to grab you. "That don't look like cartel to me, brother," a slightly Southern American accent decorated his speech as he grabbed your elbow and chucked you in. The Mexican man followed you along with some others. "She's the next best thing after Valeria, trust me. She'll come running to us in no time."

"Hermano, you sure about this? There are different rules for civilians." Another man spoke, a man with a mohawk and the Union Jack flag on his vest. The helicopter started raising itself off the ground and took off to God knows where. You were in your pyjamas still, feeling silly and vulnerable, too afraid to say anything. Valeria always warned people to stay quiet in front of enemies, and you couldn't be blamed for anything you hadn't said. "I'm positive, Hermano. I know how she works. We take something from her, and she'll come looking." The man sat right across from you, his eyes never leaving you. He was tall and dark, around Valeria's age you'd guess, maybe older. There was a menacing look in his eyes, as though he couldn't stand to look at you, yet his dark eyes never left yours. There was something else lurking underneath that you couldn't put your finger on. It was almost like hatred, though you couldn't understand why he'd hate you personally - you'd never seen him before. And yet he spoke of Valeria with such familiarity...it chilled you.

Next thing you knew, you were in some headquarters. Masses of soldiers marched to and from the facility, taking the time to glance your way as the men brought you to one of the warehouses. Amidst the uniformed men with pounds of kit on themselves, you felt naked. Within the warehouse was a metal container that, to your horror, seemed to be your new resting place. You were thrown on a chair and the container sealed shut after them. "She's being surprisingly cooperative so far," the man with the skull mask grumbled as he leaned back with his arms crossed. "Either that or poor thing doesn't speak English," said the American.

"I can speak English," you whispered and nodded to them, the first thing you said so far. "Perfecto." The American clapped his hands and walked towards you. He lowered himself to your level and brought his face menacingly close to yours, so close you could feel his breath on your cheek. "Now, we can do this the nice way. Or we can do this the army way. What will it be, sweetheart?" He stared you down with his blue eyes and you noticed the scar on his cheek; a clean slice on his combat-hardened face. You swallowed hard. "The nice way." He grinned with satisfaction and raised himself. "That's what I like to hear."

The man who kidnapped you stepped forward, towering over you and not bothering to lower himself like the American. "Where's Valeria?" He spat her name out like poison and your heart sank. "I don't kn-," you'd started saying but stopped when you saw how his eyes darkened. "She doesn't tell me anything. She keeps her business separate from me." "And who exactly are you?" The masked man spoke, his deep voice reverberating within the container. The Mexican man scoffed and paced around mumbling to himself. "This should be good." "Alejandro, please." Another man scolded in a whisper. Alejandro glared at him and shook his head, then looked at you with a deep frown that contorted an otherwise handsome face. His eyes, you realised, were looking at your fingers, one of which wore a thick golden band.

"I'm her partner." You resisted the urge to play with your ring, afraid of making any move in front of them. The American laughed loudly, making you jolt in your seat. "A cartel run by a lesbian, eh? Man, I love my job." "She's not a lesbian," Alejandro snapped quickly. The American stood up taller. "My friend, I think you need to cool off." "¡Anímate y díselo!" He yelled at you. "Alright, now hold on. How do you two know each other?" The American demanded as he pointed to you and Alejandro. "I don't know him," you mumbled and shook your head. "Mierda! You know perfectly well who I am." He exploded again. The man with the mohawk and the other Mexican man looked at you wearily, moving a little bit closer to you in light of Alejandro's outbursts. "I'm sorry, I really don't," you said with a wavering voice. That seemed to really set him off. Alejandro charged at you while swearing. "Vete al infierno hija de puta-"

The two men reached forward and drew him away from you. "Alejandro-" "Calm down, Commander." He shook them off then span around and looked at you again, his firsts curled on the handles of his vest. "Okay, go on. Speak." "I already told you she doesn't tell me anything! She doesn't want me to be involved and she doesn't tell me where she goes. I just take care of the house and that's it. And she'll be mighty pissed when she sees I'm gone." You threw your words at him.

"And now, you," the American pointed at Alejandro. "Valeria served in the Mexican Army, same unit but different squads. Until she betrayed us for the cartel. That's how I know her."

Suddenly, you realised who he was. You'd heard whispers about him amongst Valeria's friends. She would frequently be teased about 'moving camps' and being a heartbreaker. One of them even joked about how you were a homewrecking housewife. Valeria made sure you didn't see those people again. You thought it was all part of a big joke, until now. That part of her past, you guessed, must be him.

The American looked at you and you nodded. "Yes, she did that when we first met. But I don't know anything specific, she didn't tell me." The man who called Alejandro 'commander' looked at you closely and he, too, seemed familiar. He was also part of the Mexican Special Forces and seemed to be paired up with Alejandro. He had large, round brown eyes that were not unkind. He spoke up: "I remember her too. Valeria and she met just a bit before Valeria left the Mexican Army." The American looked at you with disdain after that, and the other man continued. "But she's not lying about not knowing Alejandro. Valeria kept her out of our business." You looked at him with relief and he looked away.

"Well we just pulled a heck of an operation to weed this one out, and we're not leaving until we get some answers," said the American man. "And I don't believe for a second that you're entirely clueless. Now you can either start singing or I'm gonna show you the difference between the military and me."

Notes: Thanks for reading! Link to part 2 :> Link to part 3

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just a little something before i sleep..

abby canonically wears nice bras. not sport bras💞🩷💝

SUBWAY ABBY PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

SUBWAY CRUSH (ABBY'S VERSION)– subway!abby x bookworm!reader

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⠀✧.* subway ellie headcanons (subway crush 1.0– subway!ellie x art school!reader)

you were just coming back from a little brunch with your friends

yeah you were a little bit tipsy, but it was wearing off

your friends said goodbye bc they lived in the whole other side of the city

so you get into the subway

you sit down, getting your book out of your tote bag. and quickly, you got really really into the book. it was so captivating, you couldn't fucking stop

and so you didn't notice the blonde girl in front of you, looking down at you with her resting bitch face. if you had, you'd definitely thought she was judging you, or hate watching you. or something like that. you'd probably had felt insecure

but actually, the girl in front of you was admiring how immersed you seemed on the words in front of you. you weren't realizing anything happening around you

and the girl in front of you has read that book like forty times

the signal goes on, announcing the next stop

it wasn't your stop, so you kept reading

but you looked up once just to make sure you had heard the signal correctly and you didn't miss your stop

when you did, you're eyes met with the girl in front of you, she was standing and you were seated, so you had to look up

cause she was TALL

she was looking down at you intensely, like she was about to yell at you or something

and her hair was blonde and looked silky smooth

a pair of wireless headphones on

a white hoodie

and some dark green cargo style pants

omg, why is she looking at me like that?

so you awkwardly smile at her; a smile that reads more like a half apology for whatever you had done to annoy her

and she just smiled back

and now you wanted the earth to swallow you

fuck, why did I do that? you thought, realizing how awkward it is to smile at a stranger on the train

before, she looked like she was judging you to the point you definitely thought she was gonna scream at you, but now she looked adorable. like a little angel. with her little smile, her nose and cheeks red, and her eyes shimmering

but you burried your head in the book again because you were too fucking embarrassed (and confused)

and you couldn't concentrate on the words anymore. reading the same sentence again and again, but you couldn't stop thinking about the girl in front of you

you allowed yourself to look one more time

luckily for you, she was looking the other way, so you could see her side profile, and you were definitely enchanted

admiring her long blonde lashes, the little freckles on her cheeks, and her nose. fuck, her nose was so pretty

quickly you returned to your book

but you didn't know that abby has great peripheral vision, so she definitely saw you checking her out

you were too distracted to hear the announcement that signaled the next stop.

and it was your stop

so when the train stopped and you looked at the doors, you realized you had to get off that train

so you frantically closed the book, got up, and tried to put it away in your tote back

you tried, cause you dropped it on abby's feet.

and the doors were closing, so you definitely missed your stop

now you were kneeling in front of her to pick up the book. and you looked up at her before she knelt down too

at the sight of you knelt down at her feet, looking up at her, abby almost passed out. cause you looked so pretty down there (and she definitely wanted to keep you there for ages)

with her cheeks red, she knelt down to help you pick your book, giving it back to you, with a smile

"oh, I'm so sorry" you said.

"it's ok, no worries"

AND HER VOICE. her voice, oh my god. so pretty, so melodic, so sweet.

and her hands?? cause you definetly stared at them when she gave you your book, cause you couldn't meet her gaze, since you too were so close. her long, thick soft and fingers. and the fact that she was wearing a thumb ring.

"I love that book" she said, now a pair of dark blue eyed staring at you

"what?" you mumbled, cause you were too in your head to hear what she had said. cause her eyes felt like they were drawing you in.

"oh, I said I love that book!"

”oh! oh, yeah, i can’t stop thinking about it”

“yeah, it has that effect” she said, giggling a bit

and you didn’t know what had gotten into you cause the words were rolling off of your tongue before you realized “i thought you hated it, cause you were looking at me like you were judging me or something!”

“whaat?? no!! oh my god, its my face right?”

”your-your face?”

”yeah, you know how some poeple have like a resting bitch face… well i’ve been told i have one of those”

”oh, i’ve been told i have a resting sad face”

”i mean, you kinda do” she said, smiling now

and you smiled back

“uh, listen i should definetly go now, cause i kinda missed my stop” you said, since the train was slowing down

“oh no! i’m sorry!”

“it’s ok you didn’t do anything!”

“distract you, maybe?” she said. and if someone else had said it it would’ve sound cocky. but she said it half-jockingly

“um-“you had to look the other way a bit, you felt your face getting hot, so you pretended you looked at the map above her head on the metro wall. before you could speak again she said

“here, let me make it up to you” she said, taking her backpack off and opening it

“what?? no there’s no need for that!”

”i know, but i want to” she said, getting a pen and a book out. it was a paperback, and you read the title; "stone butch blues” oh she is definitely gay.

she wrote a little note on the cover, but you couldn’t see what she had written. with a smile and her cheeks a little red she handed it to you. and you took it, you heart about to beat out of your chest

“oh, if you’re always this nice to strangers on trains you definetly have great karma” you laughed off. the train was stopping, so you had to get off now

”only to pretty girls with and outstandingly great taste in book”

“oh my go—um, my stop”

”well, see you arround book girl” she said, before you waved at her goodbye and you got out of the train

when you got on the platform, you sat down on one of the benches, the book in your hands, your palms sweaty, feeling euphoric but also like you were in a dream. cause that was too good to be true, and it happened so fast

you opened the book to read what she had written

"to the girl on the subway, that thought I was judging her, when actually I was admiring her. I hope this serves as an apology. and since us readers don't like conveniences, how about we don't fuck it up by giving each other our numbers? let's leave fate to do its job.

or you can meet me on the same train tomorrow morning if you want

29/05/23- 12:45 pm- abby (the girl on the train with the resting bitch face)"

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☾✩☽☾✩☽taglist (I decided to tag the people who commented on the subway ellie headcanons!! or on my posts about subway abby!! I hope that's ok!): @machetegirl109 @elliesbelle @elliewilliamsmunch @sweet--em @uraesthete @rinrinzies

☾✩☽☾✩☽ writer's note: here she is!!! I think I might love subway abby even more than subway Ellie... she's just mwah chef's kiss!! and her thumb ring sjdhbdhbsj!! also! working on a full fic for subway ellie that's probably gonna be like 3-5 parts. let me know if anyone wants to be added to the taglist for that!! mwah I love you all <3

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