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I'D BE ONE NOCTURNAL SON OF A GUN
Eddie Munson x Female! Reader
Word Count: 2,748
Content warning: SMUT (18+ only below the cut), no use of (Y/N), lowkey toxic parents, harsh language, mentions of drug use (mary jane, bby), mentions of reader being on birth control, oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it for the love of god), choking and breeding if you squint.
Summary: Your parents hate Eddie Munson, and you just can't find it in you to leave the crazy haired freak.
Authors Note: Y'all this is porn with plot. And it's my first ever smut so pls be nice to me. I'll be publishing a Spencer Reid fic soon enough ;) Love ya! - nick
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Growing up, you were a perfect child. You did ballet and took piano lessons. You ate all of your vegetables. You got straight A’s. You played nicely with the other children.
So you can imagine your parents’ reaction when their perfect little girl told them about her friendship with Eddie Munson.
“That freak?” Your mom gasped, “my god, you must be joking.”
“Are you doing drugs with him?” Your dad quickly intervened.
You sat in front of them like a kicked puppy, quietly looking at your hands as they lectured you over Eddie.
You and Eddie met your freshman year of high school in chemistry class. He wasn’t good at english or science, and you were. You would help him do his homework (aka give him your answers) and he would let you sit with his odd ball friends at lunch. To you, rumors and all, he was lovely.
You two had been best friends for a long time, despite your parents' distaste. They even decided to set you up on a date with Steve Harrington your senior year: a sad attempt to separate you and Eddie.
It only lasted a week or two, and when you explained the situation to Steve, he understood. He was kind and promised to never let your parents know you even broke up.
“I could tell,” Steve said on your last date, “your head is always somewhere else. No sweat.”
To your parents, you are back to their perfect daughter. But everyday after school, when your parents think you're at a study hall, you're in the little room with a group of ‘freaks’, Eddie wearing the crown.
***
Eddie displayed the table in front of him, with only two characters left standing- yourself and Vecna.
“There is nothing wrong with running, sweetheart." Eddie's tone is cocky, "You can walk away now, everything will be okay.”
You squint up at him, “when have you ever known me to run?”
Eddie just laughs, signature smirk on his lips, “then roll.”
You grab the twenty sided die, fondling it in your hand. You roll the die between your fingers, a focused look on your face.
“C'mon! Just walk away,” Mike whispered, “if you roll then you can lose. Walking away isn’t a loss.”
“Shut up, Freshy,” you smile and elbow him in the side, “you’ve only been with me through one campaign. I never run away.”
You bring the die up to your lips and blow on it, keeping eye contact with Eddie through the process. He keeps his signature smirk on his face, but his eyes are nervous.
With a final smile, the die leaves your hand, rolling across the table, clambering it’s way down.
When it stops, Eddie looks down with a smile on his face, “natural twenty, sweetheart," he looks back up to you, "that's a hit."
The group at the table erupted into cheers, Dustin laughing at Eddie while pointing aggressively.
“Well done, Princess.” Eddie smiles and sits back in his throne.
**
After all the boys clear out, it’s just you and Eddie in the Hellfire room. Eddie let his smile falter as soon as they were gone; you knew he hated to lose a campaign, but it was always a little easier on him when you were the last man standing.
You walk towards him and stand in between his spread knees, “hi,” you look down at his slumped body, “hell of a campaign, you know. I was convinced I wasn’t going to roll right, you know my luck.”
Eddie looks at you shyly, “I know, Sweetheart. But I was really expecting a loss from you guys.”
“You always are, Eds.”
He smiles and sits up a little bit, “you’re right,” then he shifts himself to lean closer to you, “how’s Harrington?”
You step back from him with a small smile, “Done. He couldn’t handle me.”
Eddie sits up all the way, smirking, “no one can, Princess,” his hands lift to rest on your hips, “except me, my Queen of Hellfire.”
You laugh, “it was my call, though. He wasn’t my guy.”
“How so?”
You step back up into him looking down at him, “he’s not tall enough, he doesn’t have enough tattoos,” Eddie begins to stand up to tower over you, “he doesn’t smoke, and, most of all,” you move your hand to his hair, his face inches away from yours, “he doesn’t have good enough curly hair.”
Eddies breath hitches in his throat, clearly nervous and excited, and, when you almost gave in, your parent’s voice came into your head.
You back up from him reluctantly “It was a great campaign, Eds.”
And you walked out of the room listening for Eddie to call for you, but he never did.
**
Two days later, your parents were at church while you stayed home. Around 10 o'clock that morning, you heard a knock on the door. You quickly pulled your hair back and went to the front door. When you opened it, you were shocked to see Eddie standing in front of you, hair disheveled, still in his flannel pajama bottoms and a crinkled white shirt, smelling of weed and a his woody cologne.
He looked down at you as if you were a stranger before speaking, “why did you do that?”
“Eddie, why did I do what?”
“Friday. After Hellfire. Why did you do that?” He reached his hand up to rest on your cheek, “did you not know what you do to me?”
You stutter out an apology, “Eds, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know it would upset you-“
“Upset me?” Eddie laughed, “Sweetheart, I need to know if it was a play. Did you mean what you said?”
You look into his chocolate eyes before finally giving in, lean into his warm touch, “yes, Eddie, god, yes, I meant every word.”
And then he kissed you.
The kiss was bruising, and the entire time you couldn’t stop thinking about how bad you needed to know how he tasted, and now you knew: a beautiful mix of mint and herb.
As you pulled away panting, he rested his forehead against yours.
“My parents will kill me if they see you here,” you tell him quietly through kisses.
He picked you up bridal style, kissing your forehead and whispering “I won’t let them,” while he carries you upstairs to your room.
You planted gentle kisses to his neck until he dropped you onto your bed, leaning over you and kissing you roughly. As he kissed you, his hands found their way to your hips and yours around his neck.
“Fuck, Princess, I’ve waited for this for too damn long,” Eddie whispered into your neck where he was sucking and biting, attacking the soft skin connecting your neck and shoulder.
You started to tug on his hair, “Eds,” and he pulled up and looked at you, “you are my perfect person.”
He smiled softly and kissed your lips, hands finding your pajama shorts and slipping his pinkie underneath the band, touching more of your bare hips. Your back arched up into his grip as his rings chilled your skin, and he smirked into your kiss.
“Eddie, please,” you whine to him.
“Please what, sweetheart?”
“Anything, Eddie, please.”
Eddie looks up at you before his hands fully grip your waistband, “are you sure?”
You lift your hips, begging, “yes, Eddie, god yes, please.”
He smirked, pulling down your sleep shorts, “easy, Tiger.”
As soon as your shorts are down your legs, you are pulling off the lace thong that conceals you from him.
When he notices this, he’s sliding down to the foot of your bed, grabbing your ankles and pulling you down with him. He makes easy work of spreading your thighs, smiling as he sees your already wet pussy.
“Damn, Sweetheart, is all of this for me?” He mumbles as he moves his hand up to spread your lips, getting a better view.
You whine at the contact, “yes Eddie, all for you.”
Eddie starts to plant open mouthed kisses on the inside of your thighs while he slowly slides one of his ringed fingers inside of you, watching you wiggle at the sensitive contact. He starts to suck deep purple bruises onto your thighs as he inserts another finger, quickly curling and scissoring them, smiling as you moan loudly at his doing, your hands finding their way to his hair.
“Eddie, god, babe, your mouth, please,” you whine loudly, causing him to bite down on your thigh.
“You want my mouth, darling? Want my tongue?” You whimper in response, “Words, baby.”
You huff loudly, “yes, Eds, I need your mouth on me.”
He licked a thick stripe up your opening to your clit, moaning at the taste. He took your clit it into his mouth and started sucking lightly, causing you to see stars.
He continued to eat you out like his life depends on it, his fingers finding their way back inside of you, working you closer and closer to your orgasm.
He adds one more finger, stretching you out so fully arounds his three large digits, and licking and sucking so feverishly you don’t know how much longer you can last.
“Eddie, baby, fuck-“ you moan, grinding on his tongue, “I’m going to cum. Fuck, can I come? Should I even be asking you?”
Eddie laughs at you rambling, sending a vibration through your pussy up to the knot in your stomach.
He keeps working you until your thighs are shaking and trying to close around his head. He works you into a mewling mess, and only then does he pull away just enough to say, “come on my tongue, princess.”
His lips reconnect with you, working you through your high, your moans loud until you finally come to a stop.
Eddie climbs up your body, kissing you feverishly, and you taste yourself on his tongue.
“Baby, you’re so sweet. Could eat you out forever.”
You smile and kiss him, sitting up, “your turn.”
He stands up, and you sink to your knees in front of him. He watches happily as you work his pants off of him, your eyes growing at the print of him in his boxers. He was long and thick, and had a glorious spot of pre-cum on the fabric. You connect your lips to the wet spot, moaning at the salty flavor.
“Sweetheart,” Eddie placed a hand on your cheek pulling you away from him, “we can stop at any time. You don’t have to do this.”
You smile up at him from your knees, “I want to. Stop worrying.”
He looks down at you lovingly, swiping your cheek with his thumb, “then, as much as I love how it looks on you, that hellfire shirt’s got to go.”
You raise your arms as he pulls it off of you, groaning at the sight of your braless chest.
You quickly pull down his boxers, admiring the beautiful cock in front of you. It’s thick and even longer than it looked when concealed. It has a vein running along the side of it, and his tip is a pretty pink color with a bead of pre-cum leaking out of his slit.
You lean in and place a quick kiss to his tip before taking it into your mouth, sucking softly on his cock, then quickly pulling off.
“Of course your cock would be pretty too,” you smile before licking a stripe underneath him, then taking him into your mouth until he hits the back of your throat.
He moans loudly, his hands gripping your hair as you settle on a tempo, occasionally popping off to breathe or spit onto his dick.
“Sweetheart, holy hell,” Eddie moans as you look up at him as innocently as you can with a mouth stuffed with his cock, “I can’t tell if you came from, fuck, heaven or hell with that mouth. I could have had this this entire time?”
You hum around him in agreement, causing him to moan again.
After a little while of constant sucking, a sore jaw, and hands gripping his thighs, he stills your head and begins fucking your face.
You gag around him at the intrusion, then you settle into the pace, meeting him half way.
“Fuck, darling, I won’t last. Sweetheart, god fuck-“ he pulls away from me before he’s able to finish.
“Why’d you-“
He smiles, “ I want to cum inside you for our first time,” he rushes over to his pants and feels the pocket, “shit. I left my wallet at home, do you have condoms?”
You shake your head quietly.
He sighs, “it’s okay, I’ll just-“
“I'm on the pill.”
He smiles, “you sure?” And you nod.
As he climbs on top of you, with a panicked look, he starts, “you promise this isn’t some weird way of getting child support out of me? ‘Cause selling weed doesn’t exactly pay the-“
You laugh loudly, “Hey, Eddie?”
“Hey, baby?”
You look at him with doe eyes, “wanna fuck me?”
He groans loudly, “God, I thought you’d never ask.”
He climbed on top of you, spreading your legs apart and lining his dick up with your slick hole, “you ready, sweetheart?”
You smile softly, “yes, please.”
As soon as you feel the tip of him slip inside of you, a loud moan leaves your lips, your eyes widening and your hands gripping Eddies back.
He rests his head on your shoulder, leaving soft kisses on your neck, “I know baby, I know. Tell me if it’s too much.”
He slowly pushes in further until he’s all the way inside of you, then he stills to allow you to adjust to his size.
His teeth sink into the skin of your neck as he grunts, "you're so tight, Baby."
You whimper at the praise, “God, Eddie, move, please god, fuck me.”
He didn't need any more convincing. His hips suddenly snap in and out of you with fever. The sound of skin hitting skin and your moans mixing together fills your small room.
Eddie bites and sucks on your chest, moaning at the sensation, “fuck, princess, 's like you were made for me. Can’t wait to ruin this sweet pussy of yours.”
As Eddie keeps talking, fucking you harder and faster, your head is spinning with ecstasy, moans slipping out of your mouth faster than you can stop them, until, quickly, Eddie pushes one of your knees to your chest, pushing himself even deeper inside of you.
“Fuck, Eds. Right there, baby! Shit!”
Eddie moves one of his hands to your throat, pounding into you rapidly, showing no mercy to your body.
“Eds, fuck! I’m gunna cum, can I please fucking cum?” Your moans echo around the small room.
Eddie holds onto you tightly, his thrusts becoming sloppy and irregular, “hang on, sweetheart, I’m almost there,” he thrusts quickly, “where do you want it?”
You drag your nails down his back, “inside me.”
“Are you sure?”
You moan, “yes! Eddie, please! Fill me up with your cum, please!”
He groans and thrusted once or twice more, “cum, baby, cum with me.”
The knot that built in your stomach untied as you felt hot spurts of cum filling you up. You let out loud whimpers of ecstasy while Eddie rocked you through it, whispering sweet praises into your ear.
As you finished, he rolled off of you, laying next to you on your bed.
“Wow.”
You giggle in agreement, “definitely wow.”
Suddenly, the front door slams open, “honey, we’re home!”
Your mom shouts through the house, causing you and Eddie to scramble getting dressed.
Your mom walked in just as you both got clothed, sitting on the bed with a magazine and him messing with his guitar pick necklace.
“Hi,” you say gently, as if Eddies cum wasn’t leaking out of you onto your light pink bed spread beneath you.
“Honey," her tone is sickly sweet, "what is he doing here?” She smiled tightly.
“Oh, him?” You point to Eddie, “we’re just hanging out. He is my boyfriend you know.”
Eddie looks at you shocked before a smirk settles on his kiss swollen lips, and he reaches out to hold your hand.
Your mom looks at you, her smile now a glare.
“You can either leave this man, or never see the light of day again.”
Eddie stood up and grabbed his shoes, preparing to leave. His lips sat in a frown.
He thought this was over.
“Hey babe?” You grab his arm.
“Huh?” He looked at you confused.
You give him a quick kiss and your mom gasps, “I’ll see you at sunset.”
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detective sweetheart - n.a x fem!reader
posted nov 3rd, 2023 12:22 am
this was what i did for my "based on my day" challenge (i spent it watching svu season 14 lmfao) its also my first time writing for nick amaro or any detectives in general so I'm sorry if he's a bit ooc, its also a crossover with criminal minds and i think i made up the whole technical analyst assistant thing but that's my job in my criminal minds DR lmfao. hope you enjoy :)
this includes alcohol (reader consumption), use of Y/n, and possibly wrong wording for FBI stuff?? the reader likes children (in a not creepy way). Jennifer Jareau
summary: the BAU's technical analyst assistant develops quite the crush on SVU's detective Nick Amaro
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word count: 0.8k
You sat quietly in a bar, sitting amongst a group of FBI agents you knew well and a few detectives you’d just recently had the pleasure of meeting, chatting about the now-closed case and a few chatting about their children, you hadn’t spoken much, too busy trying not to stare at Detective Nick Amaro.
“Detective Amaro, this is Y/n L/n, she’s our technical analyst assistant, our official technical analyst is back at Quantico focusing on another case” Your boss, Aaron Hotchner, introduced you to one of the detectives you’d be working with for a necrophilia serial killer case,
You two spent the last few days working very closely together on this case.
Penelope had been working on another case and due to a small fire that you and Penelope accidentally started with a candle in your already small office, Hotch decided to bring you with the team to Manhattan.
And of course, with your luck, Penelope couldn’t be there to fangirl over the hot detective with you, so you had to deal with the consequences of your short attention span all on your own, (granted our beloved Spencer did try to relate and fangirl with you, he did his best, but he was quite busy getting into conspiracy arguments with Sergeant John Munch).
Now that the case was over, Hotch decided that the team was in no rush back to Quantico and could leave in the morning, so while he called in early and left back to his hotel, the rest of you went out with some of the SVU detectives,
Including Nick
of course.
“What about you? Got any kids?” Nick asked, accidentally snapping you out of your trance, as he handed JJ back her phone after she showed him a photo of her boys.
“Oh, uh”
fuck, he smelt good, why did Derek have to sit you right next to him??
“No, no kids, I do adore them though” You smiled in a way you hoped wasn’t too awkward, before Emily spoke up “She’s great with them too! I mean they just love her”
Nick smiled at that, nodding as Emily talked.
You laughed awkwardly in response, “she’s exaggerating” you whispered just loud enough for Nick to hear, earning a laugh.
oh my god, he LAUGHS?
“As much fun this has been, I’m gonna call it a night” JJ announced, standing up from her seat, her actions mirrored by Spencer as he agreed.
They were shortly followed by Olivia, Fin, and Emily. Derek went home with a pretty girl (obviously) and finally, Rossi left with Rollins, after she offered him a ride back to the hotel.
That left, you and Nick, alone
of fucking course
“So, miss L/n, how was your first time in New York, huh?” He asked, taking a sip of his bourbon or was it whiskey? Maybe scotch? You couldn’t remember
“Oh, you mean besides the corpse-loving freak? Pretty great, thanks for asking, Detective.” you joked, feeling less intimidated thanks to the vodka cranberry sitting in front of you.
He laughed, “Yeah, dumb question” he shook his head almost embarrassed but you were eating it up.
“How was your first time working with the BAU, hm?” Nick smiled as you practically hummed the question, he thought it was cute, and you could tell, which only boosted your confidence.
“Gotta be honest, I was worried you guys would swarm in and take everything over but, it was a lot easier than I expected” You nod in response,
“A lot of people think that, but typically it’s an ego thing. was it an ego thing for you, Nicky?” The nickname had slipped off your tongue with ease as you teased your schoolgirl crush, having called him that just a few days ago when you first started working together.
Nick scoffed, “What? No, absolutely not” but the small smirk on his lips was a dead giveaway. “Okay, maybe it was kind of an ego thing, just a little bit” he whispered his confession. You all but giggled in response
“It’s gettin’ late, what do you say I walk you back to your hotel huh?” he offered, standing up and putting his coat on before reaching for yours
“I’d like that, thank you, Detective” You smiled, standing from your seat and sighing as he carefully put your coat on for you.
The hotel wasn’t far but god you wished it had been, it would’ve given you some more time to flirt with the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen in your life
(exaggerating? Pft nuh-uh)
But yet, here you stood, in front of the tall building that ruined your excitement.
“Hey, uh how would you feel if the next time you were in New York, I took you out?” Nick asked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket, his tie hanging loosely around his neck.
You smiled, hoping the lights surrounding you both hid the blush on your cheeks instead of accentuating it. “Or if you’re ever in Virginia?”
He smiled, nodding.
“I think I’d like that a lot” You responded, quietly, suddenly very sober.
“Great, have a safe flight back home, alright?”
it's already over
“Thank you for walking me back, Nick”
“Anytime, goodnight, sweetheart” he smiled once more.
Sweetheart
“Goodnight, detective”
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MOBILE/MOBILLACE HEAD CANNONS :DDD
@rawio-star SOME SHIT HAPPEND ON TUMBLER. IT WONT LET ME EDIT THE POST :(( BC I HAD MORE HEADCAMNOMS AND I DIDNT ADD IN THE TAG BUT BEJFEJDJS
Also
Question in context anyways les go. I wanted to edit a few bits anyways so yeah
• ever since I had that tumbler poll I'm questiong myself if wallace should work 3 jobs rather then just one bc no way can he afford that bad of a apartment and provide for himself and scott on a 15$ paycheck so yeah it's reasonable. Wallace works as a telemarketer or some office job (makes more but is fucking boring). Old navy (makes less bit is pretty simple and he can hear his coworkers gossip and pick a few songs) and at a diner (it's in the middle honestly. Makes a god amount of money and is decent, works his ass off but still gets to hear whoever can gossip but sorta wants to quit. Stays at the job bc of one coworker who begged him to stay)
• Mobile works in a library or Spencer's (IK mobile works in some random ah office job but seeing how the rest of the crew in the scott pikgrim series has a pretty minimum wage job I sorta see him start off slow in a new province and have a relaxing ot fun job. Library seems to suit the guy because uts laid back and quiet. Also I took the inspiration from the anime "book seller Honda-San". BUT...but (idk my friend suggested this to me) but mobile: the most average lookin ah guy in the whole entire franchise working...in a Spencer's...it's pretty fuckin funny- just imagine you see some office worker lookin ah dude stocking up on the spiked collars with the most bland lanyard) but I'm sticking with the library idea
• Mobile is a music nerd. He plays a few instruments when he was younger and sticks to playing the piano and sometimes the violin. He likes jazz but likes fast paces music for one thing....rhythm games- idk why but I sorta imagine wallace, scott and mobile going to the arcade one day, scott showing off his epick DDR skills and mobile absolutely DESTORYS HIM. DOUBLE PADS. EXTREAM OR INTENSE IDK AND ALL PERFECT TOO...and then scott never brings walace to the arcade again because he knows mobile would just show off again-
• Wallace is filopino (idk I just see him loving filo food, karaoke, bejng loud af at parties and come on. He loves to gossip) and mobile is half veitnamese and half Korean but is extremely white washes but by the time he reaches freshmen year of collage he actually wants to learn a bit more about both cultures and sorta enjoys trying to get in touch with his roots
• Mobiles parents names are Sam jin and April Nguyen-jin (nick named apple) (divorced) now you might he wondering abt thier names and...I just thought it would be funny to sorta name them after phone companies (like SAMsung and APPLE) because...COME ON THERE HAS TO BE A REASON WHY HIS NAME JS MOBILE
• Mobile likes cold weather meanwhile wallace likes hot. Mobile likes to wear alot of layers during the winter so whenever ut gets too cold wallace immediately just snuggles up with him :)
• Mobile visits wallace whenever he's on break from the library job and helps him (ex: whenever wallace is at old navy or something he drops by and helps walace folds or tag any of the clothes while they talk)
• Joseph and mobile work at the library while wallace and Jimmy both work at the diner
(Those were from my notes onto a few new headcannons-)
Since Todd's pyshic powers are green. I look into the color wheel to see the opposite of green which is likena sorta pink and I just imagine that's what's mobiles powers might look like :) (also TV girl reference)
Mobile is one hell of a quiet guy. Dosnt like to talk often at parties or at clubs and tries to survive any sort of small talk BUT when it comes to wallace he enjoys long conversations about the most random shit that pops into thier heads. Eaither it's gossip from work, some random ass fact that mobile found out, or how to do X thing for Y...thing?
MOBILE CANT READ TONE like sorta- whenever someone is joking around him (especially wallace or other scott) he sorta...takes it seriously? Like a joke when other scott said and mobile just spitting out random facts on how its basically impossible for the chicken to cross the road without getting hit, depends on how fast the cars are going, What time of the day it might be, if the chicken were to walk to cross the road or jumo over cars. Really comes off to being defensive and he dosnt mean any harm so whenever someone like wallave was telling a joke he laughs it off, realizes mobiles confused as hell expression and just says "...that's a joke-" With mobile replying with "....oh yeah-"
Mobiles and wallaces dates usually consist of: museums, the aquarium, some fine dining. Any fancy shit mobile can afford, wallave would LOVE
Mobile overworks himself often and sometimes dosnt realize it. He sorta sees himself just simply finishing a task that he's SUPPOSED to finish in reality it was justa. Option if he wanted to do it or not. Even when he's working in Nintendo he gose into crunch mode often and gets tired more easily WALLACE on the other hand reminds mobile to be on breaks whenever he needs to and takes care of the guy (awh :))
In collage mobile majors in computer science or coding or game development. Whatever computer techy course, he just takes it and then ends up working for Nintendo so :)
Wallace has bad posture. Trues to go ahead and fix it himself but just gives up easily so whenever wallave is with mobile. Mobile just random slaps (lightly) wallaces back and reminds him to stand up straight
Wallace cracks his knuckles often or pops his neck and whenever he dose it makes a loud Crack or pop sound (yk the ones) and it freaks mobile out sometimes
Mobile is prone to carpal tunnel and migraines and has to wear those arm braces often and take those migraine pills too.
Like I mentioned before mobile is a deadpan sorta dude, monotone voice sorta stuff but when wallave is around he's...a bit more expressive.
EDIT: BOUNUS. MOBILE DOSE TAROT CARD READINGS i had this headcannons for MONTHS now and thought it would be silly and then i realize I did this so....yeah. I imagine whenever mobile and Wallace do morning cuddles and shit wallace is like "...yo what's my daily reading" mobile:"...okay let's see, 3 of cups-". Mobile learned how to do traot card reading easily. Like Todd mentioned before he had this picture memory thingy and can remeber scripts easily but its weak sometimes (*FLASH BACK TO THE TRAILER INCIDENT-*) so I imagine mobile dose the same when it comes to memorizing tarot cards meanings
Wallace/ or mobile sits really weird in chairs. Before living with scott, Wallace would sit... Basically like L from a death note or some shit, or one leg up while the other is crossed. He's been used to doing this a lot when he was still in high school while eating dinner with his family, but he soon grew out of it once he reached college. Meanwhile, for mobile, he's just been doing it. Somehow, he is still managing good posture tf
Mobile eaither has a good and fashionable wardrobe comsisting of dark or light academia sort of clothes (wallace didnt know what it was called so one day he just called it "collage professor drag") OR he has that one goofy ah cartoon character looking closet where it's just the same thing over and over again
Mobile tends to chew on his pen often. Was a bad habit he had back in elementary, worsen when he was in highschool due to alot of extra credit and after school programs he was in, collage it got even worse because he mainly used pens and got ink EVERYWHERE
Like hollie and Kim. Joseph and mobile work together in the library, they don't...really talk to eachother but he dose eyeball Joseph sometimes whenever knives brings stephen along to the library and joseph just stares at stephen. Mobile couldn't tell if Joseph likes stephen or just hates him
Wallace brings mobile to some of the sex bob-ombs practices and shows. mobile just watches patiently like romona, wallace and neil would but afterward give pretty decent advice to knives since... he experienced piano player. And whenever stephen ask mobile for advice in general; mobile would just give them a rating out of 20
Another reason why mobile dosnt show alot of expression and is mainly just a deadpan sorta dude is because when mobile was in highschool he had braces and it sucked ass for him. It hurts all the time and he had those rubber band things in his mouth MEANING whenever his friends made him laugh or he had to yawn THAT SHIT HURTS WHEN IT BREAKS. Later in his adult life he just gets retainers instead
Sometimes at night. Whenever mobile comes home tired and worn out He and wallace just silently ea0t dinner and cuddle while they drink wine
Wallace is a vodka mom. Mobile is a wine mom. Change my mind
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Chapter 25: Two Matriarchs (NORMAL P.O.V.)
Sitting at my desk, I clicked off and deactivated my connection to the B.S.A.A. terminals. Chris was clearly not in a good place and needed some comfort. I hope Barry, Claire, or the copy of my plans against Spencer would soothe him.
As I waited for Albert to arrive with that harpy Excella , I decided it would be best to have Agent Nighthawk in the office as backup. Did I think Albert would allow me to get hurt? No, no, I did not. I just think a little intimidation would be helpful.
I pressed the button on my comm choker, activating it.
"Agent Nighthawk respond." I ordered.
"Yes, commander?" His voice responded quickly.
"Come to my office. I have a feeling the new visitor will be trouble, and I would like your assistance in the matter as my backup." I said, standing up from my chair and walking over the marbled ebony cabinets in the corner of my office.
"YES, MAM!" He said loudly.
"No need to shout hun. See you soon." I ended the comm link.
Opening up the cabinet, I pulled out a tray with a vintage light blue decanter with gold angel fish with six matching glasses. Inside the decanter was Pheonix Corps. special strawberry brandy. I also had an unopened imported bottle of Kunohs orange osmanthus wine as well as an unopened bottle Disaronno and Johnnie Walker blue label, which I knew was Albert's favorite. Pulling them out of their hidey hole, I placed them on the tray as well.
Carefully, I brought the drinking set out and placed it on my desk. Tucking away my keyboard, laptop, as well as the monitors. I placed the cups along the desk. With utmost care, I covered the desk and drinking set with a black silk sheet. The proper meet and greet was more important, and if it went well, drinks would be served.
"I am here, m'lady." Nighthawk said, entering my office holding a five gallon bucket of ice,"White Queen said you would need ice, so I grabbed you a big bucket full from the kitchen before I came to your office."
The kid smiled. His unruly neck lenght blonde hair was slicked back almost how Wesk normally had his. He was wearing a charcoal grey jacket with an aquamarine tee shirt, black jeans, and his standard issued combat boots.
"Wow! kid, you're looking sharp today. This is perfect. I want to see your files from project a.c.r.o.h. you look so much like my husband it's shocking." I said, taking the bucket of ice from him," please take a seat. Archer will be here soon with Albert and that bitch Excella. However, my plan is simple, and you'll see that soon enough. Now, if you'll turn around so I can get changed."
Agent Nighthawk turns and faces the wall. I quickly changed into my battle suit that was crafted from carbon nanotubes and spider silk. Perfectly bulletproof and stylish to boot. I placed my corrective purple shades on as well as my black leather duster coat embroidered with blue silk flames. I pulled my long deep brown hair up into a ponytail. Lastly, I stepped into black snake skin three inch wedge heel boots.
"OK... Hawk, you can turn around now. I'm ready for this meet and greet with Ms. Gionne, " I said, walking over to him.
"That's good, m'lady, and it seems they are almost here." He said, pointing at the window, revealing Albert and Arjuna walking up the stairs being followed by Excella and Steve.
I quickly zipped over to my big office chair and sat down. Turning away from the door, I gazed over set agent Nighthawk and motioned for him to come stand next to me. He followed the order I silently provided in just the nick of time.
White Queen appeared as the door opened. Archer walked in first, followed by Wesker and Steve. Excella walked in last.
"Albert, where is this asset you keep bringing up? I must admit the Pheonix Corps. is an amazing organization, but would they help us with oroboros. They seemed to be aligned with the UN." She stated.
White Queen spoke up, "All of your questions will be answered here in a moment. Arjuna, please introduce our lady to Ms. Gionne."
Archer smiled and bowed, "Yes, White Queen, welcome to the final room of our tour. The heart of Pheonix Corps, this is the office of our mistress. The former vice captain of the Raccoon City special tactics and rescue services Alpha team, Umbrellas former top researcher in vaccines and anti viral procedures, UBSC Agent number seven hundred forty-eight, goddess of the new world and wife to commander Albert Wesker, our matron and leader, the Pheonix herself, Lady Tabitha Ellise Redfield Wesker."
I turned in my chair and stood up. Brushing my bangs away from my eyes. My wicked smirk plastered across my face as I stared deep into Excella's horrified eyes.
"So.... so... you were?"shuddered out Excella.
"NOT so much of a filthy mutt now am I deary. Hahaha.... worry not, dear heart. I hold nothing against you. I could have killed you the moment I laid my eyes on you, but I didn't. After all, that's not what my daughter Alistar would want. I understand you found her corpse. I want to thank you for being her home to me and Albert." I took off my shades, revealing the deep blue sapphire like eyes.
Albert walked forward and stood next to me, "Excella, my dearheart here has a deal for you."
"What is this deal? What what can she give me that I don't already have? I have Albert and our research. I don't need anything more. So tell me what you can offer me?" She huffed, turning around, starting to walk out.
"Well, how about me not exposing Tricells' recent transgressions against the UNs anti bioterrist regulations." She turned around, horrified as the realization just hit her.
"You wouldn't dare! do you know who i am. No one would turn in trecell over
petty reason, like not building a work relationship." She said, walking towards me.
I laughed, amused, "If you think I'm not that petty, just ask Wesk. However, I have damn near infinite resources and connections as well from the B.S.A.A., the connections, even Nato and the UN. I have decades of research from umbrella and access to files that Wesker doesn't. I'm currently have an army of around two thousand soldiers, all with B.O.W. training. To think you would think I studied up on you when I found out about irving was connected to Tricell. Born to the Gionne family, Excella was a child prodigy. Graduating from high school at the ripe age of sixteen and college at twenty. She gained a bachelor of science degree majoring in genetic engineering. Valedictorian at that. Now you are an assistant to my power-hungry sadist of a husband. I love him dearly, but I can tell you, and I share that fact in common. Now I'll cut you a deal, one that will be hard to refuse."
I saw Albert smirk.
"Gentlemen, let's give my dear lotus and Excella some privacy." Wesker said, motioning for the men to leave.
"No need, Albert. I want to make sure you hear what is said. That way, I know she'll stay loyal to this contract. You did tell me she's loyal to you to a fault. Let me hear this deal you've concocted. " Excella smirked, sitting in one of the chairs.
"Simple and straight to the point, I like that. This is a four part deal, and I'll have the legal team draw up the contract for three parts. The last piece will be between me and you, Excella." I said, sitting back down in my office chair.
"But of course, I'm not an idiot. Now, let's hear these terms." She said in a very business manner.
"First of we don't rat each other out to the UN, B.S.A.A or any other authority." I said.
"That's very much agreeable." She said seething, "What else would you like out of this?".
"We share resources between Tricell and Phoenix Corps. This will include but not be limited to research, viral stabilizers, soldiers, the works, whatever you need that we can provide, and the same co yndition is applied to you at tricell." I stated, grabbing a dark blue fountain pen and paper writing out the conditions and signing by each one.
"I promise you the resourses of my branch of Tricell,and I'll contact my family and have the other branches reach out as well." She said, signing next to each of my signatures.
"Lastly of the main terms, we stay out of others' way and try to rule side by side the new world uroboros will usher in for us." I said, standing up and extending my hand out.
She stood up and took my hand in hers, "Then it's settled."
"Not quite. All but Archer leave this room now that's an order. Albert, I'll discuss this with you later, but for now, this is my base. You will listen to me. " I said, pointing to the door, "Do you have any objections, Ms. Gionne?"
"Yes, I'd rather have Albert in here rather than one of your flunkies. It's only fair since you are his wife, after all." She smirked.
"Excella, I will stay, but first let me talk to my dearest lotus in the hall." He said, pulling me out the door.
When we were in the hall, Albert backed me into a wall and pressed his lips against my neck. Pinning my shoulders, he stared into my eyes. He flashed his signature smirk with his eyes glowing. His cologne rolled into my nostrils.
"Since when did you become such a devilish negotiator, my dear lotus flower." Albert murmured into my neck, planting a kiss on my lips mere seconds after speaking.
"Being Sergei's lapdog for all those years did have some advantages. Like learning how to manipulate the situation. However, you my love, are still leagues better than I. Now I'm going to offer her a deal she can't refuse for her to possibly be our third. Then, when we are ready to cut her lose, we test uroboros on her. The final test of her worthiness." I let out a dark chuckle,"but we both know what we will find there."
"My lotus's petals have really darkened. Let's go finish this negotiation, I have a treat for you when this is over." He said, lifting me into a gentle kiss searing with ferocity.
I could tell he was holding back. The sadist I know he was was loving the fact I had to play nice with his chosen subordinate. I had to be his delicate little flower, who obeyed his every command. He had a lot to learn about the new me.
I followed Wesk back into the room. A smirk wide on my face. Excella seemed interested in what I had under the black silk sheet. I swiftly took my seat, ripping off the black cloth revealing the beverages.
I poured Excella and I a drink from the strawberry brandy and Albert a drink from the Johnnie Walker, " Arjuna, Steve, agent Nighthawk, please leave us. I'll call ya'll back over my comm link." I said as the young men left the room.
"Now, what is the last part of this deal that you are proposing?" She asked as Albert slinks up behind her and strokes her face,"Albert!?"
"Isn't it obvious? Excella, my wife is being kind enough to share me with you, but only if you prove your loyalty to us."
"Does that mean? I'll be able to be with you, Albert?" She asked with a shocked expression.
"Only if you truly prove to be a partner to us." I said, handing her a glass of brandy, "Not just him but to me as well."
She gulped fear dripping from her brow as she took the glass i started to offer. "And let me guess, this is the only chance I have of getting with you, isn't it?" She looked up at Wesk.
He simply smirked and stood behind me. Placing a hand on my shoulder, he spoke,"This is all up to my dear lotus, Excella. Prove yourself to her, and your dreams may become a reality." He pulled my hair back, giving me a deep, passion filled kiss, "and from what I've seen, you have a long way to go."
"Unless you'd rather always be alone except those boy toy interns you keep around." I said, sipping my brandy smuggly.
She gulped once again and raised her glass," I accept these conditions."
"To us, the Matriarchs of the Pheonix Corps. and Tricell." I said raising my glass while handing Albert his scotch,"and the hierarchy of the new world."
Hey everyone sliva here quite the twist no? Relax this is not an Excella x reader or Excella x wesker fic. I have plans that run deep for this story. I am giving an advanced warning the next chapter will be dark. There will be two separate cases of torturing. There will be manipulation. There will be gore blood and not good situations. You have been warned for now. I'll also have proper trigger warnings before each part.
My name is Silfarianhawk, and I'm not so far away.
#albert wesker#resident evil#wesker#wesker x reader#wesker x oc#albert wesker x reader#albert wesker x oc#re wesker#Excella Gionne#Excella#tw drinking
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Chapter 12 Summary
READ THE CHAPTER HERE OR READ THE SUMMARY BELOW
In Chapter 12, we follow all of our characters as we lead up to the wedding of the century!
In the beginning of the chapter, we find Diana getting back into horse riding, Gianni and Jennifer getting closer, and Olivia and Grayson excited to be engaged.
No one, of course, more excited than Bria who has already started planning but makes sure to try and include the couple. Ella tries to get used to the new royal dress code. While out with friends, Jennifer is questioned about their relationship status.
After meeting with Olivia, Bria, Olivia's mom, Grayson and Olivia meet to start discussing wedding planning in depth. They decide on Creeksbrey Palace as the venue.
Diana reconnects with her best friend, Arabella, and they worry about their absent friend, Alexandra, who hasn't been seen much since her relationship with Alex Goth Jr.
In a meeting with her Monarchy Advisor, Diana also wants to reconnect with Bria (who's enjoying her new joint office with Emmitt) by giving her son a title upon his marriage. Bria refuses it and sees it as a sign of control from Diana.
Bria coordinates a dress fitting and engagement photos. Grayson and Olivia start planning by choosing their bridal parties. While asking Gianni to be his best man, he sparks a conversation between Gianni and Jennifer. In the end, they decide to be official! They host a Spooky Day party at Gianni's house where he meets her brother.
They hang out the next day at Jennifer's house where Gianni invites Jennifer to the wedding. Jennifer decides that she wants to take their relationship to the next level and the couple woohoo.
Ella and her friends talk about Prom specifically dates. Ella is reluctantly going with Luka, of course. Eric reveals that he's going with his friend. Chanel asks some guy in their gym class while Victoria worries if her crush will ask her.
Arabella finds their friend, Alexandra. Her parents had her put in rehab after her partying spiraled after her relationship with Alex Goth Jr. She's doing better and even met someone.
Gerhard is preparing for the Victory Games, his first large solo project where countries compete in sports for charity. Shortly after the games, Diana gives birth to a baby girl, Princess Mia. The couple celebrate with a quick vacation to Simovia with Spencer and Elizabeth. They also celebrate their birthdays.
Gianni meets Jennifer's family and reveals some of his past with women. The dinner goes well. Gianni asks Bria if he can bring a plus one to the wedding finally revealing his girlfriend to his all-knowing mother. Jennifer is nervous about meeting his royal family but he reassures her. The family loves her upon their arrival.
Family starts to pour in as we get closer to the big day. Many events to be had. Esther hosts the bridal shower at her home. Bria flies everyone out to Sulani for a spa bachorette party where Grayson's Simerican cousins convince Olivia to go out.
Grayson is nervous about his mysterious bachelor party plans from Gianni. Olivia enjoys a fun night out at a nightclub with her friends and Grayson's family. Surprisingly, Gianni takes the men camping. Gianni and Grayson have a heart to heart. On their last night, Gustavo calls Grayson from jail so congratulate him and apologize for being a bad dad.
The museum where the couple first officially met is where the rehearsal dinner is held. Donovan shows up to the party uninvited to apologize to his Olivia. She accepts only is he apologizes to Grayson which he does. Emmitt gives a heartwarming toast.
The ladies get ready in Bria's closet while the men get ready in the family room. Bria leaves heartfelt letter to both Olivia and Grayson. The guest list is intimate and has many high-profile people. The bridal party included close friends and family. The couple exchanged beautiful vow then celebrated the happy union with their guests at the reception.
Gianni met with an old friend, Nick Wilkinson, who he hadn't seen since he was an embarrassed teen as Nick's movie premiere. They had a heart to heart. Soon after, Gianni ended the night telling Jennifer he loved her which she returned!
After the beautiful event, the family left and the happy couple went to their Selvadoradian honeymoon leaving Bria and Emmitt to reflect on their kids growing up.
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Yandere NCIS (with Tony,ducky,gibs,and catlin) vs Yandere Criminal minds concept.
Being apart of the BUA was amazing and all but knowing how each case they got was always saved made you feel some type of way. This feeling wasn’t innocent one bit it was hate but on a mission Reader encountered Jethro Gibbs who gave you a card if you ever wanna join. It was right after that mission that you snapped and quit without reason or a care who then immediately call up Gibbs with his fine ass job offer.
The BUA would be the most surprised about reader leaving to only join NCIS a organization that doesn’t even get respect! When they see all the cases that NCIS helped solved they only saw you.
Spencer would ponder for days wondering what made you so ticked off to join NCIS. He wouldn’t get an answer because he’d always have your help to find what made the unsub tick.
Derek and Penelope would feel a bit empty without you. You’d alway bring them food and engage in their playful flirtatious manners. You’d also brighten their day but now every little thing reminds them of you. To someone’s hair color to their coat it always goes back to YOU
The others how they felt the same but when they finally were forced to work with NCIS they saw how Reader acted with them.
Reader and Tony would flirt and pretend to be a couple!
Gibbs tooks hotch’s places as a father figure as he’d smack sense into both literally and metaphorically.
Reader listened to the rambles and stories of Ducky whose stories usually go unheard or fallen to the dears ears.
Caitlin would always get the silly nicknames Reader saved for the BUA but also was gifted amazing nick nacks that Reader was reminded of her.
Abby and Reader would act like siblings hilariously amazing while also being the best workers! You’d bring her food and drinks
The BUA hated how you replaced all of them. They wanted you back and they’d make sure to get you back but NCIS is known to be a stubborn assholes who aren’t easy to give up on their cases,property,or employees especially when that employe has became the heart of sanity there.
#yandere#please don’t do this#obession#unhealthy#x gn reader#gender neutral reader#gn reader#yandere x gn reader#yandere x gender neutral reader#yandere ncis#yandere criminal minds#yandere concepts#yandere concept
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In the Interim . . .
((below the cut you’ll find what everyone has been up to in the 13 days since the earthquake))
Cassie cleaned up the farm, took stock of damages and what needs to be fixed. Felix moved in with her and together they’ve worked on rebuilding.
Claire brought chicken noodle soup to all the Romeros and checked in with them, but concentrated her efforts on visiting Duck to cook for him and help nurse him back to health.
Conrad stopped drinking atm so he could keep a better eye on Mason and Pru in the aftermath (esp Pru since Minnie was her friend). He offered for Pru to come spend the night at his and Mason’s whenever she needed.
Declan is helping with the rebuilding efforts as best and much as he can, considering his limitations. His hand tremors pop up more often than not but he’s kept a smile on his face and is doing his best to keep things light.
Jamie made meals for displaced people and those working on the rebuilding efforts during his time off from the diner (with Nick’s help). He’s since moved in to Clara’s place and has a meal ready for her when she gets home or brings her dinner when she has to stay at the ranger station. He’s doing his best to keep busy so he doesn’t worry too much, especially since anxiety can trigger his PTSD episodes.
Lucy and Roman made things official before she moved back into the commune. Roman tried to talk her out of it but they compromised with having a walkie on their persons to keep in touch despite the distance.
Natalie came out to the family as Briana’s daughter and has been visiting Bri during her recovery.
Nico is devastated at the loss of Minnie. It’s the first time he’s lost a family member and he’s not handling it well. He’s been spending most nights drinking and having sex with whoever will have him. He hasn’t been seen at the Commune since the earthquake except to check on Scout and let Xander know he’s still alive.
Quinn has been keeping an eye on potential followers and has been talking to Raziel in dark corners and behind closed doors.
Raziel moved into the commune and is helping Sandra as her second, quite magnanimously (while also keeping an eye on Sin and sexually teasing him at any chance they get).
Rose has been staying with Avery while they both recover from their injuries. She put Finch in charge of the Commune garden while she’s gone.
Saffron has been looking after Val as best they can and checking in with Roman more often than before. She’s doing her best to stay busy so she doesn’t have to think. They don’t regret their confession to Halley but is still kinda freaked out about it.
Star has been numbing herself as much as she can in the aftermath of Minnie’s death and had OD’d twice already. Despite being in no shape to do so, she’s been spending a lot of time with Spencer, attempting to help them out as best they can.
Will has been going between Eagan and Mila to look after them both as best he can, picking up extra clients so he can give the extra ration cards to Eagan while she’s unable to work herself.
Yuri has been helping where she can around town and just recently came across her brother, so now she’s gotta look out for him too.
Zoë is dead. Her belongings were given to Zain, including her laptop which has her notes, video, and interviews compiled for her documentary on Huntsville. What happens to all this research is up to Zain . . .
#cassie:musings#claire:musings#conrad:musings#declan:musings#jamie:musings#lucy:musings#nattie:musings#nico:musings#quinn:musings#raziel:musings#rose:musings#saffron:musings#star:musings#will:musings#yuri:musings#zoe:musings
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Sometimes even to live is an act of courage
So this is sad. and triggering. if you get triggered by Mental health, suicide, self-harm please do not read. Be safe my friends. This is also my first fanfic on tumblr and in this fandom so be nice.
“Sometimes even to live is an act of courage.”
― Lucius Annaeus Seneca
Spencer sighed as he stared at the stupid sobriety coin he was fidgeting with. He didn’t know why he carried it, he had only been sober for a couple months but apparently that was a big achievement. He didn’t feel like he had achieved much. He still felt the pull in his flesh, his veins were begging for it and thanks to his perfect memory he couldn’t forget what it felt like to jam that needle into his antecubital vein and press the plunger down releasing the Dilaudid into his bloodstream. So he replaced it with another addiction. He looked at the cuts decorating his forearms and frowned. One addiction. Another addiction. That was all he was good for, addictions. He knew the risks, just like he knew the risks when he was shooting up. There was a possibility he could die then and there was a possibility he could die now. It would be so easy to slip and sever an artery and just bleed out on the floor of the small jet bathroom. But he couldn’t do that to his team, who would be the one to find him? Would that even affect anyone on his team to find him like that? Surely they were all tired of him by now. Tired of his change in attitude. He saw the pitying looks. They would be glad to be rid of him. He gasped softly as the blade in his hand bit into the soft white flesh of his wrist crossing over another recent flesh wound. A knock on the door made him jump causing the blade to knick his skin a little deeper than he was going for. “Yeah?” He said quickly, grabbing a paper towel and pressing it to the bleeding flesh. “You okay pretty boy?” Derek said worried that Spencer had been in the airplane bathroom for a while now. “Yeah.” He said quickly tossing the tissues in the toilet and flushing it so no one would see his blood trail. He tugged his sleeves down and stepped out of the bathroom.
The plane ride was quiet and he was playing chess with Gideon when Aaron looked over and noticed red staining the edge of the sleeve of Spencer’s sweater. He didn’t want to bring it up and draw attention to it in front of his teammates so he waited till the plane landed and once everyone had stepped off the jet he grabbed Reid by the collar of his shirt and directed him into one of the SUV’s to take them both back to Quantico. The rest of the team piled into the other SUV. “You have blood on your sleeve.” Aaron said once the vehicle had pulled out of the parking lot. Spencer looked down at his sleeve and noticed the red spreading where he nicked himself. “Bloody nose.” Spencer lied and it caused Aaron to sigh. “Wanna try a different lie?” He asked looking over at Spencer who felt the tips of his ears blush. “Why does it matter?” He asked defensively. “Spencer, I need to know that you are okay. Are you okay?” He asked, focusing on the road as he drove and Spencer looked out the window watching the scenery pass by. He didn’t answer Aaron and stayed quiet all the way back to Quantico which thankfully was a short ride.
Once back inside Aaron walked into his office and shut the door leaving the rest of the team to settle back into their desks to do paperwork. It wasn’t a particularly hard or long case but there was still work that needed to be done to finish out the case. About an hour passed before Aaron stepped out and dismissed everyone. “Reid, I would like to see you in my office before you go.” He said, waiting for the man to walk into his office. He shut the door behind Spencer and sat at his desk looking up at the man who began to pace. “I need you to turn in your gun.” Aaron said formally. Spencer paused and turned to look at him. “Are you firing me? What did I do wrong? I didn’t break any rules!” Spencer said beginning to feel himself start to hyperventilate. He was losing his job. He was losing the only thing he had that was holding his fractured mental health together. “I’m not asking for your badge. Just your gun. I don’t trust you with a firearm at the moment.” Aaron pulled out a sheet of paper and read over it quickly before handing it to Spencer. “A psych eval? I’m on suspension pending a psych eval? This is ridiculous and you know it, Hotch.” Spencer snapped. He pulled his firearm out of the holster on his hip and slammed it on the counter before storming out of his office. Aaron felt bad but he felt like it was the right choice. He was a step away from having the kid committed. If he thought that was the best course of action to keep him safe he would take it.
Spencer didn’t show up for work the following day, Aaron told the team he was sick. Derek joked that the boy always looked sick with how pale he was. Aaron wasn’t amused. Spencer didn’t answer his phone. The first, second, fifth, eleventh time Aaron called. He didn’t answer when Derek called, he didn’t answer when Garcia called. It started going straight to voicemail around 3pm the following day and Aaron started getting concerned. Even though Spencer wasn’t allowed in the field he was still allowed in the office and it was not like him to not show up or respond at all. Last time he did this he was heavy into his dilaudid use. Aaron made his way to Spencer’s apartment and pounded on the door. “Spencer if you don’t answer I am going to kick this door in.” Aaron threatened. There was the sound of shuffling on the other side of the door but eventually Spencer answered it. He was still in his clothes from when they got back from the case. He hadn’t changed at all except removing his tie and he looked disheveled. “What do you want?” He asked folding his arms, hugging them tight to his body. “To know that you are still alive.” Aaron said, looking over the genius standing in front of him. “You missed your psych evaluation.” Aaron said looking at his watch and Spencer simply shrugged. He stepped away from the door and back inside his apartment, Aaron followed. The place looked like a tornado had happened. There were books scattered everywhere and piles of clothes, blankets, trash. “Do you have a point?” Spencer sounded so tired, exhausted, just done with life. “I can’t clear you until they do. You know that.” Aaron said. Spencer sat on the couch pulling his knees to his chest.
“Come on Reid. Tell me what’s going on.” Aaron sat down next to him and Spencer tried to scoot as far away as possible to avoid physical contact. “I missed it because I know they won’t clear me. They won’t let me keep my gun. What is an FBI agent without a gun?” Spencer said quietly. They sat in silence for a little while and Spencer picked at his sleeves. “Can I see?” Aaron asked and Spencer hesitated but nodded and tugged his sleeves up. “Oh Spencer.” Aaron said, looking at his arms. He had added to the wounds since the plane ride. They were deep and getting closer together. “Please leave.” He said, tugging his sleeves back down. “Spencer, I'm not going to leave you.” Aaron said sternly. “I said get out!” Spencer yelled, standing up and stomping into his bathroom slamming the door shut behind him. Aaron sat there for several minutes but wound up sighing “Spencer please show up for a second evaluation tomorrow.” He said through the bathroom door before leaving even though he didn’t want to. He was worried about Spencer but there wasn’t much that he could do.
The following day Aaron waited nervously with the psychiatrist in his office waiting for Spencer to show up. As time ticked on he started to realize Spencer wasn’t going to show up. His heart broke even more, he didn’t know what else to do. As the day ended he made his way back to Spencer’s apartment and felt something sink in his stomach. Something wasn’t right. There was no noise on the other side of the door as he knocked. “Spencer?” He called out knocking turning to pounding. He took a step back and it took two kicks to bust in the door. He cleared the living room and the bedroom and made his way to the bathroom. He wound up having to kick that door open too and the sight he saw when he did ripped his heart to pieces. The porcelain white bathtub was stained red, his arms were laying limp at his sides, slit from wrist to elbow. He was pale white and ice cold. He had been dead for a while. Aaron took a step back and punched the wall. He shouldn’t have let him go home by himself. He shouldn’t have left him alone. He knew he was struggling. Aaron felt a sob rip through his chest as he pulled out his phone and called it in.
The sound of Amazing Grace being played on bagpipes drilled into his soul, what was left of it anyways, as he looked at the flag placed over the coffin. Aaron insisted that Spencer get the full funeral of a fallen officer. He deserved it. And now he had to deliver a flag to Las Vegas where Spencer’s mother was. How was he going to tell her that her son took his own life. He watched as the flag was folded and handed to him and he hugged it to his chest. This felt like his fault. Maybe it was.
“There comes a time when you look into the mirror and you realize that what you see is all that you will ever be. And then you accept it. Or you kill yourself. Or you stop looking in mirrors.”
― J. Michael Straczynski, Babylon 5: The Scripts of J. Michael Straczynski, Vol. 2
#spencer reid#criminal minds#criminal minds fanfic#tw triggers#self h@rm#tw sui ideation#aaron hotchner
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How do you think the show would/should manage the Ace problem? With esme (and Spencer) dead, and Nick locked up, what purpose does plot point baby serve?
No one wants to see Laura and kevin raise that baby, and we definitely don't want it pawned off on Spencer ever again.
Personally, I wish the real parents see the news about Esme's death on the news and come to PC and claim their stolen embryo that their pregnant surrogate ran off with. Having Esme knowingly deceive everyone into thinking he was hers as well as a Cassadine is a fitting end and finally paints her as the psycho she was. Although knowing Laura she will excuse that as well.
Also, do you think the new head writer will bring Esme back?
I think they did handle the demon spawn situation, it was just in a deeply stupid way. But to be fair, demon spawn's entire existence has been a deeply stupid plot so at least there's some consistency.
I'm not sure if we'll actually see Laura and Kevin day in, day out raising that writing mistake, I think it's the beginning of demon spawn being disappeared until he reappears one day as a precocious kid with a bunch of unwanted opinions.
I don't believe he's a Cassadine. Him being legally disconnected from Nik just further makes me think he's not a Cassadine. I guess in the event of a Cassadine revival and Nik's release, the biological standing of demon spawn would have to be resolved but he's only been proven to be a Collins so he's exactly where he belongs, with his next of kin.
Spencer isn't going to feel a need to protect demon spawn from Laura and Kevin so I do not see him making demon spawn his problem again. He'll probably be disappointed in Nik for giving up his parental rights so easily but angst with Nik is standard operating procedure for Spencer.
I'm far from unbiased but I really don't see the new creative regime bringing Little Miss White Privilege (oldie but a goodie) back anytime soon (if ever) cause what would be the point? The regime that actually created her didn't care enough to give her a satisfying/exciting conclusion so why should they? Her failure to work is just not really the new head writer's problem. He's got bigger fish to fry. Rebuilding the Cassadines and putting an end to the segregation in the storytelling are more pressing matters imo.
#general hospital#i was never a fan of the character#so im content with her going out with a whimper#i figured she would#because she was poorly defined and everyone involved in her development was noncommital about every aspect of her
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#spiderman#spider-man fanart#into the spider verse#across the spiderverse#peter parker#peter b parker#mary jane watson#mary jane parker#peter and mary jane#peter x mj#petermj#peter x mary jane#Peter and MJ#peter parker and mary jane watson#otp#one true love#bring back nick spencer#undo one more day
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So we know Eric and Tasky hit it off during the initiative days, and then tony's friends with LMD-Eric after original Eric dies. Did we ever see them meeting up again after Eric's death? cause as far as I've seen, they're just besites by secret empire. I think Taskmaster meeting newly LMDized Eric is a much needed interaction. Thoughts?
No, we never see that. They meet in Initiative and become friends, and afterwards run into each other from time to time, but always on opposing teams, so all they do is fuck each other up; never interacting much.
And then suddenly in Secret Empire they’re back together just like that. And we’re left wondering how, what, why?!
(Or screaming aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh for a week in a row if you’re me, the what feels like only person enjoying Secret Empire)
And realistically I know it is because both of them are too small and unimportant characters for Marvel editorial to care about them.
So it was probably just Nick Spencer going like “Hey can I bring Black Ant back and pair him up with Taskmaster again?” likely because he thought they’re funny together. And editorial was like ‘Who?! … oh, that guy. Those guys, ... yeah do whatever’.
And thats why Tasky’s brain got fixed on AIM island and that’s why Black Ant is currently a chill slacker again instead of an anxious killer robot. And personally I just go with the flow because a) “comics be like that” and b) I enjoy the direction they’re going in, because I love seeing them together (and I dislike the 'Unthinkable' retcon).
But also, you are very right.
It would have been great to get any context for the events missing in between, how they were reunited, whatever happened in Bagalia before the events in the comic-
Which is why one of my comic dreams was always to get a ‘Sheriff of Bagalia’ story with Tasky, Ant and Tess. And I think I even vaguely remember once reading about how Nick Spencer had plans for that. But then of course no one cares for Task & Ant, so all it ended up was a side story in Secret Empire (at least, I have been feeding on that for years and it got me back into comics); And maybe that’s why a lot of context got lost forever. Who knows.
But I think what we can agree on is that it is a shame that Marvel never did or does more good stuff with these guys.
As an addendum, we’re not the only ones thinking about that. I just remembered this reader letter from SM:Hunted:
I love how the answer is basically:
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Fic: Lucky Penny (Maxcer)
Title: Lucky Penny
Author: dreatine
Rating: G
Pairing: Maxcer
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Ever since meeting Max, Spencer has carried a special token that brings him luck.
Fulfills CMBingo22 Square: S15
Beta readers: Edgar and Sharon and they did the last Tara/Luke one
Word Count:750+ ( hand count)
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“Everybody get ready. We’ll be leaving in. 15.” Emily ordered, leaving the conference room.
They had just gotten the location of the Unsub from Garcia which was about ten minutes out.
As the team was finishing putting on their Kevlar vests, Spencer was digging around in his pockets. “Where is it?” He thought,a slight nervousness settling in.
Ever since his hospital stay, he’d been carrying around the penny that he’d entertained Max’s nephew with that eventually led him to his greatest love. After their first meeting, Max had given him the penny to carry for work which he did until that fateful day when he’d received his brain injury. He had forgotten to take the penny out from his pants when he changed into new clothes for the next day and was in such a rush that day, he forgot to put the penny in his new pants the day the explosion hit.
After he recovered, he realized that he didn’t have the penny with him that day and wondered if he had the penny, then maybe he wouldn’t have gotten hurt. Usually, he didn’t believe in superstition or magical realism or fate per say, but since meeting Max, he’d started to be a convert. Everything about Max defied rational explanations and he started to believe a higher power, purpose was the reason Max had come into his life after all the terrible things that happened to him or by him. He knew he didn’t deserve Max but was forever grateful that she was in his life.
He had told Max about this and she’d pointed out the date on the penny was her birth year,which made it more special. She’d taken to calling it his lucky penny and he never left home without it again.
Now, he couldn’t find it. And he was starting to get antsy.
Rummaging around in his shoulder bag, mumbling to himself, Spencer was anxious that Luke started to notice.
“ Hey, brother.” Luke whispered to Spencer. “What’s wrong?”
Spencer sighed. “This sounds weird but I’m looking for a penny that Max had given me. I carry it everyday for luck.” He answered sheepishly.
Luke smiled knowingly. “Why would you think it’s weird?” He reached under his shirt.”I wear this crystal for protection that Penelope gave me after our first date.”
“Really?” Spencer expressed surprise.
Luke nodded.” During our last date, I almost got nicked by a car in the parking lot and Penny said that I needed to be careful and then,I teased her about needing a lucky charm. So, she gave me this.” He held up the chain with the purple crystal in it for Spencer to see. “ Very common belief in Latino cultures of talismans.”
Spencer smiled tightly. “Luke,I need to find mine.”
“Where was the last place you had it?”
“I thought it was in my pants pockets but nothing.” He showed Luke his empty pockets.
“It’s probably not in your bag since you wanted it near you as possible.” Luke looked around and noticed Spencer’s jacket on the coat rack. “How about here?”
Spencer perked up immediately. “I didn’t look yet.” He rushed over to Luke who put his hand in the left pocket, felt nothing then went to the right one and felt metal. Grasping it with two fingers, he held it up. “ This it?”
He nodded enthusiastically, his eyes sparkling.” Yes,it is.” He plucked the coin out of Luke’s hand.”Thank you, Luke.” He kissed it and put it in his pocket quickly, causing Luke to smile brightly. He didn’t think he’d ever seen Spencer this happy.
“Anytime, brother.” He slapped Spencer on the back.
“Alvez, Reid, let’s go.” Tara said, poking her head into the conference room.
“Coming.” Spencer replied, leading Luke out the door, a spring in his step.
****
Later back at the hotel:
Spencer dropped onto the lumpy mattress, letting out a breath. Today was an adventure. First, solving the case, losing the Penny, finding the Penny again, then capturing the Unsub which wasn’t easy. He was partnered with Luke and both just about tan head first into a machete that the Unsub was wielding. Thanks to a tackle by Luke and a lucky shot to the arm by Spencer, which caused the Unsub to drop the machete, the killer was subdued.
There was only one person he wanted to talk to after his day. Picking up his phone, he dialed a familiar number.
“Hello?” A beautiful voice asked.
Grinning, Spencer replied. “ Max, it’s me.”
“Mr.Magic! How are you.” She asked.
“Better now that I’m talking to you.” Spencer said, loving her nickname for him.
“Flatterer.”
“Truth.” He answered back.
Max settled on her couch. “So, how was the case ?”
“Well…”Spencer started, leaning back against the headboard. He reached into his pocket, fingering the cool penny. “You’ll never believe what happened….”
*****
The End
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MJ is dating this Paul clown, right? Since when does dating someone keep you from talking to a person you’ve known for years? He’s asking her for a talk not or run away with him. This is intolerable! She went from being at his bedside, begging him to come out of a coma to treating him like shit!
Modern Spider-Man writers are just fucking bad man. Nick Spencer was an outlier. He wasn't perfect, but by golly that man tried his fucking hardest to bring back PeterMJ in full force.
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ok my thoughts from this episode which was kind of filler imo
- I need spencer to go away, I’m sorry but I wouldn’t mind him if I thought he genuinely just wanted to just be Alice’s friend but it’s clear he likes her and frequently acts like his gf doesn’t exist and you’re right they’ve made Nick so darn likable that I have no interest in any other love interest
- I love del but she’s a horrible liar 😭 with the note, I’m thinking maybe colton? was involved in something shady or he thought he had a lead regarding Jacob that didn’t pan out. idk but I did notice him getting a beer when arguing with del so more crumbs to add to my theory of him possibly being drunk at the time of his car accident
- I hope season 2 will focus more on the white witch stuff so we can kind of understand the why behind all this. is the time traveling a Landry thing? is it that the pond chooses people? also I hope we see some stuff from the early 1900s and I’d love to explore the future as well
- with the Nick and Alice stuff, I was thinking the only way something could happen is if her future self were to come to the present. Obviously Alice can’t stay in the past long term but the future hasn’t happened yet so maybe her future self could come to the present. Also I wonder if her bringing the hook back to the present would possibly cause an issue. maybe it would make nick recognize her or something in the present? Since in my head, I was thinking all this time that nobody was really clearly remembering Alice and what she looked like. Like their memories of her were fuzzy
- elliot and kat… idk how I feel about that. I’m not the biggest fan of friends to lovers but I’m interested to see what the writers do with them.
- I agree with your hope that maybe jacobs anniversary will bring some more answers (and probably questions 😭) if Jacob were to appear as having time-traveled, would you rather it be young Jacob or an older version?
(I lost this in my drafts I’m so sorry)
Okay yes, Spencer is starting to get on my nerves. At first I really thought he was just trying to be nice and help Alice fit in, but this episode’s interactions were clearly more than that. What about Zoey?? Does she mean nothing? Like I know we haven’t seen her that often but it doesn’t make me like Spencer to see him pushing her off in favor for Alice. I don’t know if they just wrote themselves into a hole and accidentally made Nick too likeable? I think they must have a plan but if it’s substituting Spencer for Nick I’m going to be really mad lololol
I bet you’re right about Colton and the drunk driving. I was SO sad that he apparently was cheating on Del but I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised there was going to be more to his accident/the disintegrating of their family.
I ALSO hope season 2 will go further back and figure out some white witch stuff. Right now I think it’s Landrys only that can travel, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they pond picks specific people. I keep thinking Del is going to time travel but I suppose she’s only a Landry by marriage, so if it’s a family line, it might not apply to her…
So I’m banking on Nick being in tonight’s episode. I’m pretty sure it’s all going to hit the fan tonight. I LOVE what you said about the hook though. I think it would be so smart if that broke something, cause I don’t think she’s brought anything back that isn’t hers before. I don’t know what would be worse, Nick not recognizing Alice and it just breaking her heart, OR Nick recognizing her and it kind of ruining everything. I’m GUESSING that Nick will recognize her and she’ll have to say something like “I’m not Alice. Alice was my mom. I’m ….. somebody”.
As far as Elliot and Kat, I didn’t really ship it before the last episode. It was the scene of them singing in the car that got me. I’ll be happy if they end up together but I’m not pining for it yet. He’s better than Brady though haha.
I’ve been really on the fence about the whole age thing when it comes to Jacob. I think both options are kind of devastating in their own way. If he comes back as a nine year old- that’ll cause major trauma. His dad is dead, his mom is like 60, Kat is older, his best friend is unrecognizable. Only Alice would look the same, and he only knew her for one summer. That would HURT. So right now I’m thinking they’ll go older, but I kinda wish we could deal with the fallout of him coming back as a kid.
Thanks for sending your thoughts friend and I can’t wait to see what happens tonight! (I actually can’t watch until tomorrow so I’ll live blog some then but I hope you enjoy it tonight!!)
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15 and 47
Hi! Thanks for sending these in! ♡
15. OCs or no OCs?
Definitely, definitely, definitely OCs! It seems like I'm constantly inventing more of them, and I must say I quite like my collection of personal blorbos. Imagine if I ever put them all in the same fic, eh? Maybe it wouldn't quite be the crossover event of the century, but it'd sure be something. Although I'm honestly not sure how I'd fit them all in: there's Miguel, Beth, Pips, Joyo, Jader, Angela, Theo, Kenji, Nick, Todd, Sophie, Heidi, Ash, Farida, Kenneth, Amir, Alina, fucking Darren, Giordana, Malcolm, Bradley, Tamia, Dan, Basil, Shuji, Dominik... and believe it or not, I think I forgot a few.
So, to get back to the question: yes to OCs! All of the OCs, evidently.
47. What fanfic of yours is truly underrated?
The phrase 'truly underrated' had me stuck on this for a bit, because... well, I'm honestly really happy with the reception of basically everything on my ao3. I've written on other platforms in the past, and in other fandoms, and the amount of comments and enthusiasm and just response in general has really varied. So comparing with some of my own past fanworks, I really feel like my current stuff is being appreciated and loved a whole bunch, and that’s a lovely thing.
But okay, the task here was to highlight something underrated. I answered something similar to this for a recent tag game, but I'm gonna go with different fic for this, because I'd love to highlight something that I absolutely adore and that did get a very nice response, but that isn't anywhere near the top of my personal ao3 stats: fuck around and find out.
This fic was months in the making. I wanted to get the pivotal conversation in it just right. For all of you who have vibed with my previous fics that have featured deep conversations about sex and intimacy and kinks (typical examples include Shameless and Talk Dirty To Me), this fic is definitely for you! It’s about Liam and Pez, which is a home-cooked ship that you'll love once you get to know them, and in this two part story they talk about sex, and what they want from each other in bed, and why and how they want those things, and there are some really soft and trusting moments between them as they open up to each other. Let me show you an excerpt:
“I’m maybe not the greatest at asking for things,” Liam finally admits.
It’s half a lie, half the truth; Liam has never been good at asking for the things he wants. Or at least, he’s always found it so much easier to ask for those things in reverse.
He hadn’t even been completely honest about all this stuff with Spencer. Not that sex with Spencer was ever bad; sex with Spencer was good. Really good. And once Liam had finally managed to bring a couple of his secret fantasies to the table — although not in the exact configuration he’d have preferred them — Spencer had been more than willing to try. They’d even picked out a few of the ropes together, placing their order from one of those discreet adult webshops and throwing in some flavored lube while they were at it.
Once they’d gotten down to it, and Liam had found himself with his hands tied to their headboard while Spencer hovered above him with an awestruck look on his face, all Liam had been able to think was: that must be quite a view.
Still, Liam had definitely enjoyed himself that night, and all the other nights when Spencer had retrieved the rope from their box under the bed. But never, not even once, had Liam worked up the courage to ask Spencer whether he’d be interested in switching places.
Spencer had never brought it up, either.
But that wasn’t why Liam had ended things with Spencer. There had been a million little things that had all pointed towards how the two of them didn’t really fit. Spencer had always needed more reassurance than Liam knew quite how to give. It didn’t seem to matter how many times Liam said it with his body, with lingering kisses and trailing fingertips and precise, practiced thrusts; what Spencer really needed was more words.
Liam has always been shit at words. But he’s very good at caring, truly and deeply, and for a long time he’d thought that could eventually be enough.
For Spencer, it wasn’t. But maybe, for someone else, it could be. And oh, if only someone would let Liam take care of them the way he only allows himself to imagine in the privacy of his own bedroom, with a steady hand wrapped around himself and his eyes squeezed tightly shut. If only someone would ask Liam for all the things he so desperately wants to give.
See, that's the vibe. That's what Liam struggles with in this one, and that's what Pez helps him to finally figure out and get right. I'm so fond of this story, and so completely thrilled for every person who loves it as much as I do. ♡
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