𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃. 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, penelope garcia's best friend, lyla fairchild, a nonverbal forensic photographer, moves from london to quantico to join the BAU, but struggles to communicate with her new team. when dr. spencer reid, a brilliant yet awkward FBI profiler, reaches out to help her feel at home, an unexpected bond forms. spencer reid x nonverbal oc trope: friends to lovers / found family published: 23rd november 2024 finished: 8th february 2025 #1 - penelopegarcia #1 - aaronhotchner #1 - emilyprentiss #1 - davidrossi #1 - derekmorgan #1 - jasongideon #1 - fbi

"God, English majors are so lame." "This is the part where you remember that 𝘺𝘰𝘶 were an English major, Techno." "Yeah. English majors are so lame." ⤫ CURRENTLY UNDERGOING EDITING ON CHAPTER 37- 41 The list of things that Teagan Kato loved was a short one, but appropriate nonetheless. It consisted of mainly two things -- video games, and literature. The first was the reason she became a Twitch streamer. The second was the reason she went to college. It just so happened that somewhere in the middle, she found something else to add to her list. ⤫ *DISCLAIMER* This story was written in 2020, and is undergoing complete editing to remove certain characters. Reader discretion is advised. [book 1] [technoblade x female oc] [social media] [12/1/22- # 1 in Youtube] in memory of the man himself. teagan and i love you.

A germaphode with an extremely powerful quirk refuses to be a hero, which results in a family friend who works at UA to take her under his wing and try to convince her to use her quirk for good. . . . "Heroes are gross, villans are gross, everything is gross." Book 1: complete! Book 2: ongoing! [all the drawings in this book is by me and I JUST WANTED TO CLARIFY it is a reader insert and most of the drawings I have are my version of (y/n) you may change it as how you please, most of the drawings are to show visual representations of certain scenes, costume designs, and etc. AGAIN it is a reader insert just to clarify but a lot of people like my drawings so I will continue them thank you for taking the time to read my book I hope u enjoy it!]

24 new emails looked back at you from the screen. You could feel the headache setting in, but you opened your email anyway, looking through the new messages. Two from your statistics professor, about a new assignment, another one from the RA in the dorm building, one from the admissions office, about your application to the study abroad program, one from your American history professor- Hold the phone. You rapidly clicked on the email from the admissions office, scanning through the paragraphs. Reviewing your application to the program... taking into account your grades and your major... looking at schools in the area... pleased to say we can accept you into the program. Accepted. Part of you had forgotten that you had applied in the first place; it had been months ago back at the end of last semester, and then you had gone home for the summer and put it behind you. But being back at school had brought it to the forefront of your mind again. This was great. You had needed some good news today. Turning up the music, you danced out of your desk chair and jumped around the room a little, excited. You were going to Mexico for a semester. You could already picture it now - warm weather, good food, and firsthand experience speaking Spanish for at least six months, maybe more. Not to mention all the adventures you could have in a foreign country. This would be something you would remember for years, and just thinking about it made your day better.

Father Figure Dabi! & Child Reader! Originally on Ao3. Dabi stumbles across Y/N climbing her way into a dumpster, starving after not eating for days, and living on the streets with no sign of parents to keep an eye on her. He takes her under his wing, refusing to let a child suffer through homelessness on their own. Not like he had. They work through life together, learning about each other, themselves and building their relationship more and more along the way. After all, it was his chance to offer a less-fortunate child happiness and safety he never received growing up. (A self-indulgent fic with multiple chapters for me to work through some of my own life events, except with a decent parental figure.)

𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐠𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 ◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤ ╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- ╰┈➤ ❝ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥...𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 ❞ 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙰 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢, 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠-𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐷𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 || 20𝑡ℎ 𝑁𝑜𝑣 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐷𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 || ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ©️𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚 @010_𝐍𝐲𝐱_010 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 : 𝑰 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝑯6 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆. 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆. 𝑯𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒄 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒔𝒆𝒙

"𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕." -𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝗼𝐧 15 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝- 𝐜𝗼𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲: @𝐚𝗺𝐲𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲𝗺𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞

[GNF x OC] When Aria is trying to study, but her new neighbors are too noisy ❗️Warning❗️ •Contains mature language

You, a young doctor, have been sent to work for KorTac because of a medical practitioner shortage. You meet König, a tall, strong man, who helps you with your mission. After unforeseen circumstances, you and your partner leave to America to help task force 141, where tensions rise between you and your partner. Betrayal follows you like a plague. How will you manage to get over your past? How will your relationship develop? {COMPLETE} {Book cover by sunakugo on TikTok and Twitter}

"I'll read it out for you." Anne said, handing the cigarette back to you. "Wanted; for breaking and entering and robbery. Unknown bandit seen leaping from a window of a bank in Kempton, may be walking with a limp from the fall. Suspected to be about 5'8" and stocky build. Should any leads arise please contact local authorities." --- You hadn't even seen him there, obscured in the darkness of night - and it was obvious that he hadn't been expecting anyone to come out back. He startled, stumbling away from where he had been leaning, and your heart leapt into your throat, surprised in the worst way possible. So surprised, that you threw the bag of vegetable scraps at him as a form of self defense. The bag bounced harmlessly against the man's chest and landed on the ground. Your eyes darted to it first, but then up to the man you had thrown it at - taking in his features from the light streaming out of the still-open door. He wasn't too tall, but he had the build of someone who had known a farm life before - broad shoulders and muscle made for work, not show. His clothes were practical, and he carried a pack strapped to his back. It was his face that was the most interesting though - he couldn't have been much older than you, and he looked kind, for lack of a better word. Open, almost.