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His Solace

Season Two Episode Five

Dr. Spencer Reid x Reader (Aaron Hotchner’s Sister)

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Summary: Morgan calls the reader to Los Vegas, worried about Spencer. Together, they face demons from his past while she continues to struggle with hers.

Notes: I’m messing with the timeline of the episode a bit in order for the reader to be able to be there when everything happens. This one is probably going to be pretty long because I’m trying to work in scenes from the episode. Buckle up for the next part because it’s also going to be crazy long.

Warnings: Nightmares, mentions of SA, mentions of child death, PTSD, alcoholism (lotta stuff for this one guys)

Spence hadn’t had the nightmare in years.

He chalked it up to stress. The case. Going home. Worrying about you. He’d been tearing himself in half trying to balance everything. His mind was just having a hard time handling it. That was all.

But dreaming on the plane was one thing. Waking up the parents of a missing child because of his screams was another. Morgan assured him that it would be okay. The sinking guilt and embarrassment sunk their claws into his chest nonetheless.

Morgan returned to the kitchen where he’d been up all night looking over the case. Spence laid back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling and trying to remember everything from his dream. The same basement. The same boy. Leeches?

He rolled over and reached for his phone on the coffee table.

“Hello?”

He hadn’t expected you to answer. The time crept into the early morning hours and he’d been expecting your voicemail. Not that he minded. He just wanted to hear your voice.

“Hey, what are you doing up?” He asked. There was something going on in the background. Music maybe? Someone called something to you, but you ignored them.

“Spencer, hey,” you said. You sounded surprised. Panicked even.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m just at…” You paused and he listened to what sounded like you stepping outside, muting the music and the voices. “Sonia’s.”

“Oh, I-uh- I can call you back then.”

“Spence, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he breathed. Spencer sat up and ran his fingers through his hair. “Honestly, I just wanted to hear your voice.”

You switched the phone to your other ear. He could hear the breeze through the speaker and the occasional car horn.

“Is it the case?”

“No, I-” There was no use lying to you. “I don’t know. I’ve just been having this dream I haven’t had in a while and I don’t know if it means anything. It’s probably nothing. I’m sorry for waking you- or interrupting Sonia’s party, I guess. I’ll let you get back.”

“Spencer, wait,” you said. “Talk to me. I thought you don’t believe in dream analysis.”

“I don’t. At least I think I don’t,” he sighed. “I’ve been having the same nightmare since I was a kid and it’s felt more and more real the past few days.”

“What do you think is scaring you so much?” You cursed yourself for not being there to help him. Instead, you were out at the one place you promised yourself you’d never go again.

The bar you used to go to with him.

“I’m still trying to figure that out,” he said. “I’m sorry for calling so late.”

“Seriously, Spencer, it’s okay. You guys have only been gone for a couple days and I miss you so much I subconsciously grabbed one of your shirts for work this morning instead of mine.” You laughed, tugging at the collar of his button-up that you were still wearing.

“I’m glad my absence has turned you into a kleptomaniac,” he teased, finally feeling his nerves start to settle.

You stepped towards the road and tried to hail a late-night taxi. “I’ll tell you what. I’m going to head back home and grab the Sherlock Holmes book we’re on and I’ll read to you for a change.”

Spence fell back against the couch cushions and smiled to himself. “That sounds perfect, actually.”

“The Sign of Four, right?”

He hummed. “Page 23.”

“Just let me find a cab and I’ll be on my way home.”

He briefly wondered why you hadn’t driven yourself, but his mind was focused on too many other things to overanalyze it. Instead, he tried to listen to the sound of your breathing and the light roll of thunder as it began to rain in D.C.

You hadn’t meant for it to get this bad. But work had been piling up and you were trying to meet study deadlines on top of worrying about Spencer. When you were at the bar, you had Beth to cut you off, but here, at home with a full bottle drained in one sitting, you could hardly see straight.

But at least you couldn’t feel.

You just needed a day to give in, to let yourself drown in your dark side and then you could keep smiling, convincing everyone that everything was okay. And everything was. You could keep yourself together as long as you had times like this where you could forget how it felt to be falling apart.

You groaned at the shrill, ear-piercing shriek of your ringtone. Had it always sounded like that? It made your head pound as if it were trying to break away from the noise through your skull.

“Heeelllo?”

“Y/N, it’s Derek.”

“Hey- what is it Penelope calls you- oh, right- hey Chocolate Thunder,” you giggled.

There was a long pause on the other line. Maybe it wasn’t long, but the seconds kind of all blurred together. “Are you okay?”

“Of courrrse I’m ffffffine,” you slurred through your words. You weren’t even trying. The part of your brain that would usually sound an alarm right about now was stuck in a haze of warm whiskey bliss.

“Have you been…” Derek checked the hallway for anyone listening. “Are you drunk right now?”

You gulped. “No.”

“Christ Y/N, it’s not even noon in D.C.,” he exasperated, running a hand down his face. “Listen, I’m gonna need you to sober up real quick because I might need your help.”

Despite every worry running through his head revolving around the idea of you drinking, Reid’s problem took the forefront of his mind.

Your thoughts holed through the haze enough for a moment of sober clarity. “D-did something happen to Speeencer?”

You could vaguely remember Spence calling you about nightmares a night or so ago. It felt like months.

“I just think he could use having you here right now,” Derek said. “But, Y/N, if you’re drinking-”

“I’ll be there,” you blurted with a fair amount of effort. You hung up the phone before he could say anything else. Any drunken bliss had switched to a motivational panic, forcing your feet to move across the living room. You’d splashed your face with cold water a few times before the liquor won and you threw up the entire contents of your stomach.

Hot tears blurred your vision more than the intoxication. Something was wrong. Spencer needed you. And here you were on the bathroom floor.

Morgan knew. You couldn’t keep the two halves separate anymore, the dark collapsing onto the other.

Pulling yourself off the floor, you readied yourself to pack.

You could do this. You had to. If you lost your balance, you would fall and you weren’t sure you knew how to climb out of the pit again.

Somehow, he just knew. He had to be right. Why else would his mind bring him here? Bring him back to this memory of his childhood. Spencer walked back down the hallway, and there he was, talking to Morgan and Rossi as if he had no idea what this was about. Spence’s blood boiled just looking at the face of the man that now haunted his dreams.

His father.

“My son? Did something happen?”

Spencer stepped back into the lobby. “That’s what we’re trying to find out.” The two Reid men stared at each other, his father’s eyes growing wide with a mix of surprise and confusion. “Hello, dad.”

17 years. 17 years and he was only ten minutes away. It took everything in Spence’s power to not scream at him right then and there.

The four of them went into his father’s office, where he attempted light conversation but Spence shot it down. With every seething phrase, he could feel Morgan and Rossi’s looks of concern burning into him. He didn’t care. All he wanted was to get the truth from the man that abandoned him.

It was when he said the name. Riley Jenkins. His father looked away. He turned to Morgan as if to ask the other agent for help. Reid was right.

He was hiding something.

“You remember Riley Jenkins?” Spence asked.

His dad turned back to him. “Of course.”

“I’ve been having dreams about him for a really long time. But when we came back here for this case, it jogged something.” His voice was level enough, but the other two agents could sense him reaching a breaking point. “The dream changed. I saw his killer.” He didn’t hesitate. Spence didn’t even flinch. “And it was you.”

A long, tense silence passed over the room.

His father just smiled, nervousness tinting his gaze. “Interesting dream.”

Morgan watched him, arms crossed and mind focused. “You don’t seem all that surprised.”

“I stopped being surprised by Spencer’s mind a long time ago.”

The agents began closing in, starting with Rossi. Mr. Reid’s demeanor changed. He grew defensive and his tone switched to anxious agitation. Morgan requested access to his files. He told them to get a warrant.

In Spencer’s head, it might as well have been an admission of guilt.

Morgan watched the younger man go with a heaviness in his chest. All of the kid’s anger and all of his unfaced issues with his father were manifesting into something he couldn’t walk back from. And if this was true… was he really ready to face it?

All he could do was hope that you would be able to talk some sense into him when nobody else could.

For the second time that day, Spencer found his hotel room door ajar. Cautiously, he pushed it open, hand reaching for the holster on his hip. His arm fell to his side, however, when he found you, legs crossed and nose buried in a set of pictures and files on his bed.

“What are you doing here?”

You didn’t even look up. “Who’s Gary Michaels?”

“Y/N-”

“Someone slipped this under your door.” You glanced up at him. “Oh, don’t look so surprised. I learned how to break into hotel rooms when I was 17 and tried to hide from Aaron for a weekend in Arlington.”

“You’ve never told me that story,” he said. Spence shook his head, refocusing. “But that’s not the point. What are you doing here?” He snatched the file from the bed and read the note attached.

You’re looking at the wrong guy.

Right. Nothing suspicious about that.

“I heard you could use some help and I got on the first flight out,” you shrugged, trying to hide the way your head pounded. Sleeping on the plane was definitely not a good idea. You’d already had three coffees to nurse your midday hangover and they were making your hands shake.

Spencer frowned. “Morgan called you, didn’t he?”

“Yes, he called. He texted me some of the details of the case so I would know what we’re getting into,” You set the files aside and stood up, crossing the room to put a hand on his arm. “He thought you would appreciate my help, that’s all.”

“Well I don’t,” Spence snapped, throwing his hands up in frustration. You stepped back. His tone was more than just agitated. It was aggressive. He’d never spoken to you like that. It didn’t frighten you. It hit you with how much he was really struggling.

Spencer watched your face fall. His arms hung at his sides and his eyes blinked tears away until one escaped.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” His voice gave out before he could finish. He screwed his eyes shut to keep from crying. The anger fueling him dissipated into guilt. Maybe he’d been trying so hard to keep everything together for your sake, that everything just made him snap. Maybe this was all in his head. Maybe he was just as crazy as he always feared he would-

His internal rambling stopped at the feeling of your arms around him, your hand leaning his head onto your shoulder gently. He opened his eyes and took you in, hands clinging to you like a life preserver. The only thing keeping him afloat in this storm.

“It’s okay,” you whispered. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“No,” he cried. “No, it isn’t. I don’t know which is worse. The possibility of my dad being a killer or that I’m… I’m so convinced that he is. Nothing is okay, Y/N. I don’t know- I don’t know what to do.”

“Just talk to me,” you pleaded, putting your hands on his cheeks. “I can’t help you if you shut off on me.”

A small smile tugged the corner of his lips. “Hypocrite.”

“Okay, well, this isn’t about me,” you rolled your eyes. He just shook his head and pulled your lips to his. “What was that for?”

“For being here.”

The two of you stood there for a moment before he pulled away, walking over to the window.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

He turned his head back to you with a deeply troubled expression. “Did you have a relationship with your dad?”

An uncomfortable shiver ran through you as if sparking your hungover headache all over again.

“I never met him, actually,” you shrugged. You nodded your head in thought. “Aaron always told me he was grateful for that. All I know about him is that he was… well, my mom was scared enough of him to kill six teenage girls if that’s a fair judgment of his character.”

Spencer looked back to the window. “Right.”

You shook off the dark thoughts and pecked a kiss on his cheek, sitting back down on the bed. “Come on. Tell me what’s going on.”

Spence exhaled slowly and laid back beside you. “There’s this boy I knew when I was little, Riley Jenkins. He was sexually assaulted and murdered. They found his body behind the dryer in his basement.”

“The kid in your dreams,” you exclaimed breathily. Spencer had told you about this particular set of nightmares before, but it hadn’t occurred to you that it had been from his childhood.

“The thing is, I didn't even remember he existed until Morgan pulled his files and my dream changed. I saw Riley’s killer.” He moved his arms behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. “It was my dad.” He glimpsed at you to gauge your reaction, but you just sat beside him, hand on his arm, listening intently. “Riley Jenkins lived less than half a mile away. He was on the little league team my dad coached. When we talked to him, he was defensive and not just because of the accusation but… he was definitely hiding something.”

“And you’re sure it has something to do with Riley’s death?”

“I don’t know how,” he sighed. “But I know I’m right.” Spencer held up the note from the file. “My dad was involved in this boy’s death and I have to figure out how.” The determination in not only his voice but his eyes set into your heart.

“Okay,” you nodded. That’s all you needed to hear. “Walk me through it.”

Spencer needed to clear his head after rehashing everything with you and getting the call from Garcia. Having a file on his accomplishments didn’t suddenly make up for his dad abandoning him for all those years. But knowing he was checking in and still staying away… it somehow made him feel even worse.

You were standing in front of a vending machine, pretending to pursue its contents when you were really eyeing the bar.

“Morgan called in the big guns, huh?” the voice behind made you jump out of your skin, quickly jerking your eyes away.

“Dave,” you gulped as you tried to calm yourself. “I didn’t know you were here, too.”

The older agent gave you a hard once over as if scanning you for what you were hiding. You waited for him to comment on your absence from the group or your avoidance like Aaron had. After all, you’d barely seen any of them in the past few weeks. You’d barely managed to hide everything from Spencer, let alone an entire team of profilers. Especially one as skilled as David Rossi. But if he suspected anything, he kept it to himself.

“The kid seemed like he could use a weathered veteran like me on the case,” Dave smirked.

“I’m glad you’re here to help out,” you said. “It’s good to see you. Even if it isn’t under the best circumstances.” Your shoulders sagged a little with the truth of what you said.

Hiding away was lonely.

“When this is all over, you’ll have to catch me up on everything,” he nodded. There was still a hint of suspicion in his eyes and you made a mental note to put more effort into keeping up your better half. Especially since one of them already knew.

“You were supposed to text me when you got in.”

Speak of the Derek-Morgan-Devil.

You turned to the approaching agent and saw the mix of anger and worry on his features. It was the same look he gave you when you were stuck in the station together in Fairfax. But beneath the outward frustration, you saw the genuine glint in his eye. Like when they found you.

When you killed her.

“Must have slipped my mind,” you said. “I’m going to go grab Spencer.”

Your urgency did not go unnoticed. Rossi looked at Morgan with a raised brow. Morgan sighed.

“It’s a long story,” he said.

Truthfully, as soon as he’d hung up with you, he almost called your brother. Derek might not have known everything about the situation, but he liked to think that the two of you had become friends. He knew about your previous struggles with drinking and the minute he heard your intoxicated voice, he knew something was wrong. But he also knew it wasn’t his place to tell your family and friends what you were going through. That was something you had to do yourself.

Besides, he felt like he owed you a chance to explain. After failing to keep you safe in Fairfax… he thought you at least deserved that.

Spencer was on one of the card machines talking to a woman who’d sat beside him. A small shot of jealousy rumbled up your spine, but it quickly dissipated when his eyes met yours, lighting up. He hurried over to you, the woman calling after him.

“Hey, there’s like two thousand dollars on here.”

“Keep it,” he said, keeping his eyes on you. “I think I figured out a way to help me remember.”

“Did he just give two grand to a prostitute?” Morgan asked.

“Let’s go,” you took Spence’s hand and let him lead you out of the lobby with new determination.

You did not like this idea. The whole method had always made you uncomfortable and now, the thought of sending Spencer back to such a dark place freaked you out even more. Maybe a part of you feared he was right. What if his dad really killed this child? What would that do to him?

You of all people knew the cataclysmic break it could cause inside of a person.

Dave had offered to sit in, but you told the two that you would stay with him. Spencer was grateful. If anyone could center him back, in reality, he knew it would be you.

You took a seat across the room while Spence laid down on the couch. Seeing the worry in your expression, he gave you a small, reassuring smile, despite the wariness in his own eyes. The hypnotherapist began the process and you forced yourself to keep still. Every nerve in your body was on edge and your hands ached for something to do to distract yourself.

“Go back to the night you were just telling me about,” she instructed. She set the stage and you watched as Spencer fell deeper and deeper into the trance.

You tried to focus on his face as they spoke, but images invaded your mind as if you were the one under hypnosis. Sarah Cunningham and her bottle of death loomed over you like phantoms. You took a deep breath. You were here for Spencer.

The sound of his voice cracking helped pull you back.

“I don’t want to be here.”

“Okay,” the woman said. “It’s okay Spencer. Take us to where the light is.”

The sun dipping under the horizon. The flash of the gun. The sticky, hot, spray of blood on your face.

“Mom,” Spencer muttered. “My mom, she’s at the window. I think she’s been crying.”

You remembered seeing Tabitha’s parents at the trial. Sarah’s tears of inconsolable grief. She was just a lost woman- like your mother.

And you killed her.

“I think she saw him,” Spence continued.

“Who?” The therapist asked. “Your father?”

Again, you force yourself to refocus, heart pounding at the sight of confused fear on Spencer’s face.

“Do you talk to her?”

He shook head his slightly. “No. No, I wanna… I wanna see.”

After a moment, his grip on the hypnotherapist's wrist tightened so much she tried to pull away. She winced, looking at you fearfully.

“What is it, Spencer?” She asked. “What are you seeing?”

His fingers remained clamped around her wrist. His face contorts. You stand up from the chair.

“That’s enough,” you said.

“I need you to leave this location now, Spencer,” she ordered.

You wanted to run over to him, to take his hand to tell him everything was okay. But something inside of you was screaming to run away. Everything you touched withered and died and you were dragging him with you.

Killer.

Killer. Killer.

“Wake him up,” you pleaded.

Meanwhile, Spencer watched the scene unfold as if it were a moment from someone else's life rather than his own. He saw himself, young and scared and confused, standing at the window. He watched his father over the fire. Clothes covered in blood blackened and curled in the flames.

The hypnotherapist tried to keep her voice steady as she instructed. “I’m going to count backward from five. Five…”

His childlike terror was more than he could stand.

“Four…”

You felt your knees weaken, the truth of your realization hitting you like a bullet.

“Three…”

It was as if he were witnessing his life unravel and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

“Two…”

You were just like your mother.

“One and wake!”

Spencer’s eyes snapped open and he gasped in short, terrified breaths. You snapped out of your own thoughts and rushed to him, everything you just felt was instantly forgotten. He latched onto your hand, eyes scanning the room in a panic.

“Spence, it’s okay. I’m right here, baby. It’s okay. It’s okay.” You pushed aside the gnawing in your brain as his eyes fell upon your face. “It’s okay.”

Spencer looked into your eyes and found himself on the brink of tears. He knew it. He knew you could bring him back from that dark place. His solace from the nightmare of his memory. He brought your hand to his lips and slowly, his breathing returned to normal.

“How is he holding up?” Aaron asked.

You sighed, switching the phone to your other shoulder as you looked over more case files. “How do you think? Finding out your parent might be a killer…” you trailed off.

“Yeah,” Aaron exhaled. He knew what this whole ordeal must be doing to you and it took everything in him not to fly right back to Vegas to help.

“We’re going to be okay,” you said, reading the silence between you. You sat with Gary Michael’s file in your lap and like a train, it finally dawned on you. “Oh, my god.”

Aaron froze, that familiar fraternal panic shooting through his head. “What is it?”

“Have Garcia look up bodies found in surrounding states in the past 20 years. Look for Gary Michaels."

“The man from the file?”

You nodded to yourself. “Maybe there’s a reason we can’t find him.” And maybe the blood that Spencer saw on the clothes wasn’t Riley Jenkins. What was it he’d told you that his mom said?

It’s always been about him.

“Okay, you’re on speaker,” Aaron said.

“How’s our boy doing, Hot Stuff?” Penelope asked, followed by a series of furious typing.

“He’ll be better once we solve this.” You listened to the other line. A sharp, quiet wince caught your attention. “JJ, are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah don’t worry about me.”

“Oh god,” Penelope gasped. “Y/N, you are a genius. Gary Michaels’ body was found in California seven years ago.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Do they know what happened?”

“No,” Aaron answered, reading the screen over Penelope’s shoulder. “But there are prints on file that were found on his glasses.”

Another pained cry JJ attempted to hide behind her hand.

“Are you sure everything is okay?” You repeated.

“How often have these been?” Emily asked.

“Seriously, I’m fine-”

“Sorry sweetie,” Penelope beamed. “But I think you’re going into labor.”

Aaron put a hand on her shoulder. “I’ll get the car.” He took the phone off speaker. “Listen, I’ll call you back.”

“Of course. Take care of JJ. I’ll deal with things here.”

“And Y/N,” he started.

You cut him off, trying to keep your mind on one thing at a time. If you thought about anything else, you’d break. “I know.”

He didn’t know what to feel. Relieved his father wasn’t a killer? Ashamed for accusing him in the first place? Guilty for everything he’d put his mom through?

Spencer felt it all, sitting in that chair in the odd silence that had fallen over the room. He could feel you, Rossi, and Morgan watching from the other room, anxiously awaiting his reaction to everything. One thought kept in the shadows of his mind and he didn’t know what to do with it.

He could have been another Riley Jenkins. A victim of the very crimes he’d dedicated his life to solving.

Life has a funny way of circling back, doesn’t it?

“We should be getting back soon and get your mother her medication,” the doctor who’d accompanied his mom said.

“Right, of course,” Spencer agreed.

His mom looked at him with the same loving admiration she often did. Like he was the brightest thing she’d ever seen, despite how dark his soul felt at the moment. Spence held up a hand.

“Could you give me just one more second?” He asked the doctor, also checking his dad for a nod.

Both approved and Spencer went out into the station, motioning you over.

“How’d it go?” You asked tentatively.

He thought for a moment. “Complicated, but… well?” You raised a confused brow. “I’ll tell you more later. Come with me.”

“What? Spence, I don’t think now is the best time to-”

He ushered you into the room despite your protests.

“Mom, Dad, this is Dr. Y/F/N Y/L/N,” he announced.

You wanted to crawl under the desk, freezing under their eyes.

“The girl from your letters,” his mother noted with a small smile. “It’s wonderful to finally meet you.” She looked at you with the same affection she might have shown her own child. It was an odd feeling, receiving a mother’s love for the first time in so long.

“It’s an honor, Mrs. Reid,” you said. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Please, call me Diana,” she beamed. “Spencer tells me you two are in similar kinds of work?”

You nodded. “I’m a criminal psychologist.”

You saw something click in the eyes of her doctor, but he didn’t say anything. Even over two thousand miles away, your last name, your life story, was a curse.

Spencer’s hand found yours as if he could sense the cloud forming over your head. He gave you a smile and you pushed on.

“Dad, this is Y/N. My- uh- my girlfriend,” he stammered. It wasn’t that he was unsure or ashamed. The word ‘girlfriend’ just didn’t seem to fit. It seemed so juvenile, so not important enough. For now, it’d have to do.

“William Reid,” his father held out his hand and you shook it. He wasn’t the heartless monster you’d formed in your head. He was just a man.

The doctor informed it was time to go and Spencer and his mother said their goodbyes. He exchanged a genuine but wavering handshake with his father before he departed as well, leaving the two of you in the room alone.

“Of all the ways I imagined meeting your parents…” you blew out a breath broken up by a slight laugh.

Spencer just pulled you into his arms, burying his face in the crook of your neck. For the first time since he’d been here, he didn’t feel himself shaking. You grounded him despite the flying thoughts rattling around his brain.

“Hey,” you soothed. “It’s okay.”

He didn’t say anything for a long time. He just drank in your presence like it was keeping him from drowning in the emotions he didn’t know how to feel.

After a while, he whispered. “I’m glad Morgan called you.”

You held him a little tighter. Right… Morgan.

Spencer had never been so afraid of dropping something in his entire life.

“Hello Henry,” he said softly, almost scared he’d talk too loud and wake up the sleeping child. He wrapped his head around the word. Godfather.

JJ positively beamed at him. “If anything should happen to us, it’s up to you and Garcia to make sure this boy gets into Yale.”

“Yale. Yale?” Spencer exclaimed. “Do you want to go to Yale Henry?”

He couldn’t understand it, but the feeling growing in his chest was unlike anything he’d felt before. A kind of want that he couldn’t quite place. Spence hadn’t given much thought to having kids before- well, maybe as a distant, alternate reality where he was normal and wasn’t afraid of everything and he could see himself having that kind of life- but now, looking into the face of his godson, he already loved him like he was his own.

“That was your godfather’s safety school.” Spencer smiled and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Don’t worry, I can get you into Cal Tech with one phone call.”

He was smiling like you hadn’t seen him smile in weeks. You watched Spencer with the baby from outside of the room and felt the sinking pit in your stomach. The two of you had spent so much time dealing with the mess that was each other’s past that you never really got the chance to talk about the future.

“I brought you some coffee,” Aaron’s voice startled you out of your trance. You took the styrofoam cup and let the liquid inside warm your palms. “How are you feeling?” He asked.

You shrugged. “Just… tired. It’s been a long few days.”

He hummed. It’d been so long since you’d seen your brother in person, somehow he looked different. Worry drew lines on his face and his eyes glimpsed over at you with a mix of his usual seriousness, care, and a touch of hurt.

“Jack misses you,” he finally said. “Haley was asking if you’d stop by sometime.”

“Yeah,” you gulped down a sip of coffee. “Of course.”

You turned back to the man in the window. Spencer’s bright face should have brought you some semblance of security, or at least relief that he would be okay after the events of the last few days. Instead, there was a gnawing feeling inside your gut and your mind traveled back to the hypnotherapist's office.

You were a killer.

You were just like your mother.

“He’d make a great dad, wouldn’t he?” You whispered, hoping that if you kept your voice low, Aaron wouldn’t hear the sorrow in your words. Tears welled in your eyes, everything clicking into place in your mind.

You could never give Spencer that. A future. You would forever drag him into the past and he deserved so much more than that. He deserved someone who could make his face light up like it was right now. He deserved a life away from you.

“He would,” Aaron agreed with a small smile. He turned just in time to see you rushing down the hall. “Y/N?” He called after you, but you kept going until you ran into a firm, entrapping barrier.

“Hey, I’ve been looking for you.”

“Not now, Derek.” You kept your eyes low so he wouldn’t see you cry.

“Yes now,” he ordered. The taller man put his hands on your shoulders, keeping you in place. “Avoiding me isn’t going to make it go away.”

“I really can’t do this right now-”

“That’s too damn bad because we’re going to.” He ushered you over to a bench, clearly not going to take no for an answer. “Sit down and look at me.”

You obeyed. When he saw your tears, his face softened.

“Just talk to me, Y/N.”

You scoffed and wiped your cheeks with your sleeve. “Everybody keeps saying that. Just talk. Tell them what’s wrong. But what am I supposed to say? That I see the woman I killed every time I close my eyes? That I’m afraid every single day that I’m only hurting everyone I care about, most of all Spencer.” You choked back a sob. “That I’ve been so scared that I started drinking again after four years of not touching a drop just so I could stop feeling for once.”

You covered your face with your hands. Derek didn’t say anything. He just put a supportive hand on your back and waited for you to calm down again. It felt like you were back in that police station and he was pulling you back to the ground.

“Y/N,” he started softly. “I know that you’re tough as nails and that brain of yours is more brilliant than I even know, but you can’t do this alone.” He moved you gently so that you were sitting up and looking at his face. “You have to tell them.”

You shook your head. “No. No, I can’t. I can handle it, Derek. I’ve been handling it, I swear-”

He stood up. With that steady voice that had more than once kept you from going over the edge, he looked down at you. The guilt pouring through his thoughts made him want to lock you in a room so you could never be hurt again. Part of him knew that this was his fault. If he had just stayed with you…

He sighed. “Tell them, or I will.”

It was almost morning by the time he left the hospital. He’d found a few pamphlets about newborns and read all of them, just in case. He’d already read several books since JJ announced she was pregnant, but the idea of being a godfather made him even more nervous.

The exhaustion of the last few days was telling on him and he was ready to curl up with you and sleep for a week. From the rollercoaster with his parents to the happiness for JJ, all of his emotions felt draining.

Spencer unlocked the door to the apartment and, as the door swung open, he knew something was wrong. Something about the silence felt off. Wrong. The apartment was dark. There was an unsettling stillness throughout the living room. It was as if his senses knew before his mind- a feeling he knew too well at this point.

Spence put down his bag and walked to your desk where a small note in your handwriting said goodbye.

The In-Betweens series: @amywright; shesoperfectt; hereforsmutbcicantgetenough; violetbossler; hyper-half-blood; i-bitch-you-bitch; xcastawayherosx; preciousbabypeter; @jori21; @sol-48; @murdermornings ; @ staygoldsquatchling02; @ ara-a-bird

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #dr. spencer reid x reader #criminal minds imagines #derek morgan #jennifer jareau #dr. spencer reid #emily prentiss #the in betweens

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skybristle · 4 months

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When did Effigy decide to reject his religion and the ancients ideals? Did he always think this way or was it something he learned?

some preceeding important context: gauntlets city [the iterator he lives on] is a complete administrative disaster. the project was dropped due to an Incident revolving a fatal flaw in gauntlets code regarding the taboo about hurting ancients. the only 'city' is the descendants of the workers who never got to leave and the faculties and communications are not hooked up properly so it's just an impoverished mess, as well as extremely underegulated due to gauntlet not being able to monitor well / also just really not giving a shit and her admins being afraid of her. so her city resents her heavily and her disillusioned and frustrated citizens turn pretty hard-core into religion to 'escape their suffering' and etc.

effigy just has a deep set dissatisfaction with it. he is kind of left to his own devices in his poverty and he's very whimsical. sure he gets really beat down but he's having a good time!!! climbing the heights, leaping buildings, stargazing, doodling, exploring the half built structures and exterior... he's fine as is.

his first divergence from the ancients standards is stealing. initially out of nessessity but he's a bit of a kleptomaniac and also just finds it so fun!! He's relatively harmless but the town is so frustrated and angry he gets a lot of flak. he's just having fun collect8ng pearls in his little hollowed out nook and trying to survive

I think by then a lot of the abuse and bullshit he was subject to was in the name of religion. and after a point he just. fails to get it. why do they want to ascend so badly again... he's having a great time right here, in this moment. it's a slow build up but the tension finally snaps when he comes of age and receives his mask. and he just has that fundamental feeling that *he doesn't want this*. I think he panics, yells and rants about how bullshit ascension is and the only person to blame for their misery is themselves, trashes his mask and storms off. Probably being a hormonal angry and stupid kid who's evaded consequences so far he does something equally stupid like deface something religious or something or other. he's so frustrated.

and that's when he's caught and given the iron brand. marking him as an outlaw forevermore. This, ironically, breaks his chains and only makes him more self assured that there's something separating him from them and. they believed it would set him straight. but now he's free to think what he wants, but living a fugitive life isn't exactly fun. he doesn't organize a rebellion but is just frustrated and open about what he feels in his heart. he isn't really an angry man and his rage very quickly dies down to just being sad about it and wanting so badly to live and have his whimsy and simply have fun while he's here. he'll go around and around and around the cycle over and over just to see the stars and feel the crunch of leaves and have droplets hit his nose when it mists and huddle by warmth and— he finds so much he doesn't want to never experience again.

but he thrives on connection. so, alone, bandaging himself up, he gets a thought that won't go away:

there is only one person as denounced and disgraced as he.

and it is the iterator rumbling beneath his feet.

he reaches for his drone to speak to her.

#sky rambles #rain world #rain world oc #oc tag: a crumbling effigy two glittering coins #oc tag: black gauntlet smothers flame #sky answers #story tag: crossing starscapes

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applegameisprollytaken · 7 months

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Welcome to... I dunno, some bullshit? Look, I mostly am making this to do some shameless self promotion, and explain some gimmicks.

Let's start with the side blogs

@the-forgotten-god-of-spite

This is Eivel, an OC who, as the url suggests, is the forgotten god of spite. He is, despite barely being at a tenth of his former power, more powerful than some gods.

Then we have @plushiemonstervoid

This lil baby man is a OC known as Monster apples (the naming conventions will be explained after the side blogs). He is a he/they babyboy who exists only to be optimistic and eldritch. Did I mention he eats people's souls and absorbs their personalities? He is the wholesome one, in case it wasn't obvious

Then, @the-fort-official

This is all the other OC's I have made. Some have their own blogs, but 99% are there. It's basically a shared account between most of my OC's, or at least the ones who live in the F.O.R.T.. (send an ask asking for one from... well, basically any fictional universe, and you will probably meet a citizen. But watch out!)

Also: @themothtoyourflame

One of the fine citizens of the F.O.R.T. actually managed to get a date. With mothman, but still. He got his own account. Sadly, mothman-fucker apples still has to use the f.o.r.t. account

@game-overkill...

Well, let's just say, in some alternate timelines, the villains decide to stop pulling punches. So everyone dies. Almost, that is. One survived. One escaped. And is doing a AMA!

@appledoawrite

My rant blog has become a writing blog. See the blogs pinned post for more, because I'm tired of writing. Go there for fanfics and also sometimes saying things about my different characters.

@projectb-33

The text Beekeeper. He sure is a guy. Too bad he barely knows anything about himself, is a kleptomaniac, and in denial of being gay. Oh, also, he is very not ok. Because I like him as a character

@appledoamisc

Music? Animations? Fanart? You want it, we got it. As long as you have enough reblogs!

The context bits for lore and stuff:

The fort is a base of operations for all the variations of apples from across the multiverse. They took over a whole universe just to build it

Naming conventions: most versions are named after where they are from, or their gimmick, as most are named some variation of Nicolas, or apples (if the former, then will probably have a nickname regarding the latter). Examples: bioshock apples, crusader apples, monster apples, looper apples, prime apples, ect

The multiverse I go with is a bit complicated, but the barest of bones is that all fiction is a alternate universe, and there are "teirs" of multiverse, which is basically a bunch of bubbles that get harder and harder to travel between.

There is a void. It tends to mix whatever gets thrown in and spit out amalgamations. Or, if you have enough plot armor, make your own nemesis (see prime apples and evil apples)

There are villains, and they might be hunted towards. Sadly, they are not interested in talking to you. Exept the seduction twins, but I try to keep this place at least mostly sfw, so... no.

More to be added when I remember

SIDE BLOGS ARE ASK FOCUSED. IF NOBODY SENDS ASKS, NOBODY GETS TO SEE THE LORE I WORKED SO HARD ON

The obligatory dni's:

Transphobes, homophobes, radfems, terfs, nazis, racists, Karen's, creeps, weirdos, and other unsavory persons. (If you think a specific type of person is worse for one of their attributes, then you probably are not allowed.)

Sadly, nobody cares about the lore, so... enjoy seeing all the random posts that gave my brain the happy chemicals

#introduction #applegameisprollytaken #idk add tags or something plz

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hellofa-ride · 2 years

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Random TF2 Headcanons:

-Scout reads comics 24/7, and he will often share his comics with Pyro

-Sniper and Heavy both love hunting and will often go on hunting trips together. Because of this, Sniper has taught Heavy how to use a sniper rifle.

-Heavy is usually seen as stoic and stuff but this is not true. At first, he comes off as quiet and intimidating, but once you get to know him he can be just as expressive and talkative as anybody else.

-Even if he has a quite limited vocabulary and a straightforward way of talking.

-Heavy cares for his team very, VERY deeply and would probably kill everyone in the room and then himself if anything happened to any of them.

-Similar to Heavy, Spy also cares for his team a LOT even if he has trouble showing it.

-In fact, they’re all idiots who would die for each other.

-Everyone on the team sorta acts like a dad to Scout, even Pyro in some ways.

-Zhanna has painted Soldier’s nails before.

-Sniper knows a lot about animals, so he will often go on rants about them to the team.

-The first time that he did it he got really embarrassed and tried to apologize, but the team quickly assured him that it was fine.

-They told him that they actually WANTED to hear what they had to say.

-Sniper tried to keep talking, but he ended up breaking down in tears.

-He’s not used to people actually wanting to hear what they have to say, so when someone shows genuine interest in their hobbies they really didn’t know how to react.

-Scout has accidentally called Spy “dad” once, but Spy never teases him for it.

-In fact, that incident is one of Spy’s most treasured memories.

-Pyro’s favorite game is Candy Land, and everyone has played it with them at some point.

-They’re also really good at Sorry, Uno, and Chess and will always beat anyone who they play against.

-Spy is really good at shuffling cards, and at one point he was a bit kleptomaniac.

-He’s pretty good at controlling it nowadays, but every time that he backstabs anyone he will always go out of his way to pickpocket them.

-He also has a history of stealing pens or any coins/dollar bills left out.

-And every once in a while he will be caught with something random that he swiped unconsciously, specifically shiny things.

-Luckily, it’s always something insignificant like a mini wrench from Engie’s workshop or a baseball card from Scout’s room.

-They always give it back though and ashamedly mutter an apology.

-They always beat themselves up whenever this happens, although they don’t tell anyone else how they feel. It’s pretty obvious though, but nobody points it out.

-Pyro and Spy get along surprisingly well because Pyro’s happy to listen to Spy’s stories and always has a light on him.

-Speaking of that, every once in a while Spy will tell a story to the team.

-They’re always pretty interesting and a bit crazy, but some of them are overexaggerated or fake though.

-Spy and Medic are both really good at lockpicking.

-Demoman has the most steady hands to ever exist. It’s something that you get when making bombs for a living.

-Every once in a while he will even lend a hand to Medic in surgeries.

-He also mostly gets around the world based on touch and sound, due to his poor eyesight.

-Engie is actually surprisingly strong because he has to lug around a toolbox with a bunch of metal in it all of the time.

-Spy actually knows a bit about mechanics, because he was the one who made his sapper and invisibility watch.

(Hello I am back after my unfortunate death. I was.. busy to put it simply.)

#tf2 #tf2 spy #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #tf2 soldier #tf2 demo #tf2 demoman #tf2 engie #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 heavy #tf2 pyro #tf2 hc #tf2 headcanons

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thescribeoflostmemories · 2 years

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Am I here again? Yes i am. Am I here because I have no idea how to write my thoughts out? Lol YES. I JUST DONT KNOW HOW TO WRITE MODERN AU HELP. Aight so at first I was thinking about Childe since he probably would be one but since I'm a heavy simp of Pantalone and your way of writing him... *casually scratches Childe out * (sorry childe, Scribe can only take one at once QwQ *i guess*)

so... yan!Pantalone (i mean if we can get a but of childe as well then why not) with fem reader who's in a popular girlband.

This one will purely be based on your whole ideas about it since I don't even know what I had in mind. Sure, he's your typical crazy fanatic fans except that he can do even more with his power. (Right what do you have in mind? Here's mine) You who's not really the main (idk what but u get the idea) and doesn't really get as much screentime than that one member. Oh what will he do to make you shine even more? (Yeah right idk what, no need to make it sounds logical if you dont know too-) You being the third out of five doesn't sit right with him. You need to be the first and he'll do whatever it takes to make it comes true.

Oh yeah while we're at this, I have the idea that Childe would probably be the one who rewatch your MV over and over everyday to boost the numbers while Pantalone will also do the same but not as eager as him lol. Sure they both make everyone do the same everyday too lol but it's just that Childe seems to be a lil bit... nasty (im sorry) when doing so. Oh i mean both of them do notice how your outfits show so much skin in this one particular MV but even Pantalone won't rewatch that one part of the video of you where something slips away over and over (im sorry 2)

Anyway BACK TO PANTALONE, he'll probably have a shit tons of informations about you ... i mean sure he had already knew you even before you debuted or even before you were a trainee! I mean, how can he forgot someone who's kind enough to give him a coat in the middle of the endless winter? You looked as angelic as how you once looked like when you stopped in front of him only to give him your coat and money for him. (Heh im sorry i cant with this trope). Sure, your family might be rich enough to pull some dirty strings for your debut but how surpirsed would you be if you knew they were not the only one who pulled the strings. (You know, Childe and you had been friends since HS smthg like that and I can see how he might do the same for you as well. Imagine them both seeing each other tho) The rest of his fanatic behaviours (and actions lol) are all up to you because I want to know what you had in mind so much qwq.

Also bonus is that this girlband is kinda... ehe...you know, quiet unique with its music *istg this is not my idea, it's because I just watched some Umetora mmds and can't stop brainrotting about this theme for the whole 2 weeks* which is... there's an element of moaning in it sometimes so make sure to keep an eye on these crazy yan okay. Who knows if they might go feral

There's actually a shit tons of extreme behaviours of them i had in mind but i dont even know if ur fine with it so i'll just *peaces out*

Yeah my request this time is so unorganized prolly because I really want it to be based on your thoughts completely (and yet i still write my mind out-) but still ty for reading my dum dum brainrot (fr wondering why do I always put some bits of love to Pantalone's past) qwq

The dark melody of the twin black stars

Yan! Modern! Pantalone x idol! Modern! Reader x yan! Modern! Gangmember(?) Childe

Lyrics from Melody in the dark from Undead, Star ensemble

Using all Childe's known name for this fic

Tw: sexual themes, stalking, panty sniffer, blackmailing (implied), yandere stuff, kleptomaniac, first time writing in a modern world, and please state more of your mind next time bubbles.

"Back at it again bubbles? Couldn't resist opening Pandora's jar of goodies, I see. Do you feel it? The harvest is here. Pity are those who have a place on the table… Unless you're giving up a piece of yourself for carnal desires. I have seen many fall and bend to the wordless will of our shrouded hearts. Its rewards are robust as it is unholy. Now, let us don our masks of vice and the feast could begin." -Scribe

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" Thank you for coming to our concert everyone! It really means so much to us!" Rinna smiled, the leading singer.

“On to our hit song!” There you are smiling so brightly, with a fist raised to the sky.

“And remember that we’ll have a greet and meet like always after this.” one winked at the audience, causing an uproar. They have waited for this concert, two certain individuals watched with great anticipation. One with tuffs of ginger, and the other rolling in dough.

Childe, a man who had known you for at least seven years. Wearing a jacket to conceal his tattooed gangster mark on his pelvic area. He knew of you since your debut, who wouldn't recognize that lovely voice that overshadows the rest. With that growl shifting to a higher note, knowing how much work you put into shining brighter than any star known to man. He remembered that kind face anywhere, no amount of makeup could hide that inner beauty from him.

A bloodied handkerchief rests in his pocket as a good luck charm. In fact that’s how he found out about you in highschool, young and unafraid to get in a few fist fights before he got recruited by his foster father; the Rooster. Everyday of school he’d ask you on a date, but every time you'd turn him down he'd just laugh it off and just escort you back home. This is his first in person concert, and he’ll be glad that he sold an arm and leg to see you up close and personal with you in that costume.

Similar to the man that feasts upon the bloody tears of his prey. He had his own private view of you from where he stood. It's not shameful of him to be here since, why would he be, when the girl has done so much for him with nothing in return? Just like that one fateful snowy night. He hadn’t gotten rid of that cozy, fluffy winter coat, and nearly given everything you could to a grateful beggar like him. That sweet scent of pastry and comforting bitter coffee warms his frozen heart.

"You called for us wanting to be imprisoned, haven't you?//

You're simply a wandering kitten//

We'll show you the finest nightmare//

You won't be able to see anything else// Only jail//"

From then on, they promise to help you achieve your dream from the shadows of your life. Not minding that they were forgotten (oh, but they totally do mind!), buying every merch of you down to collabs with other brands/bands or even dare I say. Gacha games, where they try to max out your character and give you the best gear. Hearing your voice lines soothes them, almost like you’re actually conversing with them. These two are the ultimate whale-lords when it comes to you. Both have a shrine dedicated for your success, though one is more lavish than the other.

"Shake to your very core" Sierra winked at the audience followed by Faline

"Ignorant fools!" The tsundere of the group nearly stepped on the camera.

"I will protect the weak" then you picked up the camera, showing a kind smile with fake vampire teeth.

Childe's definitely going to use that screenshot as his wallpaper.

"Let me show you how serious I am. // Wallowing in sleepless nights//" both Rinna and Lara sang.

Your line made the men swoon over your voice, singing your little heart out. Childe’s imagination got a hold of him when he saw how you hold the mic, swaying your body, it instantly reminded him of that one music video where you’re dancing up the stage with such a showy outfit. Giving much room for imagination, the gothic based uniform revealed quite a bit under your skirt and the dip of your curves.

Not good, he's drooling. It was last night he found that solo album of yours, a very experimental one in fact. An interesting take on new music, combined with very steamy lyrics. He could only imagine what else you could do if you do accept him.

The Regrator had long to meet you in person, so this meet and greet is perfect for him. Though part of him desires something more than just a brief meeting. To kiss your hand as thanks, he knows he might do something more than that.

We'll sink our claws into your heart, strong and deep

Your heart (your heart) we'll dye it with the black of night

(We won't let you run away, our wanted angel)

This forbidden fruit that's playing an irregular cord

Your hope (your hope) just try chasing after it

(Be mesmerized in this misty show time!)

Out of the two men, Childe is the more gutsy type. Breaking and entering your house when you aren't home, rummaging through your things like a rat finding its next meal.

"Bingo!" Your underwear, a cute one in fact, with lace. You did notice it missing but you'd assume you just misplaced it and you'll find it once you stopped looking for it. Not knowing that a certain gangster is using it for his own unsavory pleasures. Occasionally he'd nab a few things like keychains, a fake pearl that fell off your costume. Or just getting that clam shell souvenir you got from the beach.

Pantalone doesn't stoop to something so low like Childe, he has standards! But, he does have access to special bloopers and cut content of you through connections. Though that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy what kind of show you'll provide him in your private quarters.

Remember that stuffed toy from your last window shopping with your friends? You'll find that doll delivered to your changing room along with a usual bouquet of exotic flowers in a heart shape.

There's a poem stuck to it like always, this time it reads:

"Along the sea danced in gilt and cupidity. Only the haunting song of a siren to be heard. On the horizon showed the moon casted still-ly shade upon lovely, Rose." - R. P.

Childe usually gets annoyed when you swoon over the different poems you receive with the flowers. He kept wondering who the hell gives better gifts than him, he's been your best buddy since highschool!

He knows what flowers you love, the food you like, your favorite music. Hell, he even took care of the bastard that cheated on you. He wants you to look at him, look at him the way you stare so lovingly at those swans. Those lips of yours only tempt him to just jump on you, give every love and passion he has burning inside of him for even a moment to forget about that crybaby. Just LOOK AT HIM, he’s a mess. Head rattled with thoughts of you being so intimate with him.

You'll even forget to breathe in this dramatic night//

Dance! Live!//

Shout!//

You'll be falling into our melody in the dark//

They both equally love you- no, adore you! They know your ups and downs in life, they witness you being sad, angry, but they love it when you have a smile on your face. Just give them a chance to please you, it'll all be worth it if you do.

As Childe, he'd kept asking you to help him with various things. Like baking, cooking, or even asking to go shopping for his family's gifts, especially Teucer. His older sister is rather fond of your songs which is how he connects two and two together.

Hiding our unleashed fangs//

This bloody poison is your enticing catharsis//

Kindness continues to caress freedom//

Overwhelmed with a choking urge

In this labyrinth//

Shut up solitude with a kiss//

Even though they know not to jump whenever you have collabs with boy bands, especially with the one with long white hair you're so fond of. It irks them to no end that you're being so intimate with him and his words.

While you tried to rise in the popularity ranks normally, your obsessed supporters think you should be the best among the best. Alongside with merchandise hoarding, these two bribe certain individuals to fudge up the numbers. Oh, the sparkles in your eyes when you saw how many people love you for how hard working you are to be on stage.

We'll make the spinning hands of the clock kneel and let time stand still//

Your love (your love) needs no hesitation//

(Our blindfolded wanted fairy)//

Now conceal this cross that won't grant our wish//

Your hope (your hope) we'll expose it//

(The moment we bite, our show time begins!)//

Recently, Pantalone had hired a professional crew, and interior designer('close friend or not'). Do you know that fabulous apartment building near downtown? It was a separate place for everything that you love or even items you were interested in. A dollhouse if you would call it that.

It's nearly a replica of your room, even the dust bunnies in that one corner. The only difference between yours and this, is the big portrait of you and him that he commissioned. It looked like it was photographed even though it's oil paint.

A reverberation more certain than a fleeting promise//

You surely know what that is//

The flowing voice of these string//

will lead you//

To a night that harbors eternity//

It will never end//

"So he's here" The black haired man looked over at the near front row seat. "Call him over." He told the disguised bodyguard.

"Didn't expect you of all people to be here. " The 11th seat walked up to the Regrator. That facsimile smile never left his face since they first met underground.

"Same could be applied to you, Tartaglia." the silence they shared with the 'hardcore' girlband fanatics' crazed screams of delight. It was then they both knew, they either have to work together or fight against each other for one singular objective.

We'll sink our claws into your heart, strong and deep//

Your heart (your heart) we'll dye it with the black of night//

(We won't let you run away, our wanted angel)//

This forbidden fruit that's playing an irregular cord//

Your hope (your hope) just try chasing after it//

(Be mesmerized in this misty show time!)//

They need to have you for themselves. It's clear as day that these two are a whole separate level on regular hardcore fanatics. Hope you are prepared to face them when the time is right.

No strategy is necessary in this dramatic night//

Dance! Live!//

Shout!//

Into the wavering night, our melody in the dark//

Once the song was done, Rinna took the stage. "Did you all enjoy that?" The fans erupted in cheers as a reply.

"Our lovely ghoulies, we have an announcement to tell you all…" Faline said sadly.

" I, Rose, will be leaving the group." The lovely flower took a step, it made the crowd go silent and news hit the gangster fool. It felt like their world fell apart. He knew of the contract but he thought you'd renew it. Looking at the wealthy man who just adjusted his glasses, seemingly calm and collected.

“You boys know what’s the plan, yes?” An agent bowed subtly and went away to begin the next phase.

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Part 1 complete

Pt 2: Valentines’ nightmare

"And now with the appetizers served it is on to the next course the main dish. And of course the dessert." - Scribe

Feedback people, I need feedback to improve. Always welcomed.

Tag: @youyue

#pantalone x you #yandere pantalone #pantalone x reader #pantalone x y/n #modern au #childe tartagalia #childe x y/n #childe x you #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #yandere childe

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silverzoomies · 2 months

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It's not really a question, but an idea popped into my head, I watched Days of Future Past recently, imagine a student from the future, for some reason (a power I don't know) manages to go back in time and become best friends with her favorite teacher when he was younger (Peter obviously!) I don't know if anything can come out of this, but in my head the idea was brilliant lol 😝

I’ve been meaning to respond to this ask !! I thought it was absolutely delightful !!

Days of Future Past is so cozy to me. There’s just something about the way the time period is presented - with all those lovable characters - that makes it feel so genuine and fun. I’m a goofball with a childlike imagination. Nothing is more comforting to me than imagining being there tbh. As silly as it sounds.

This concept absolutely warms my heart, since it fulfills that silly dream.

Anyway, I have some thoughts under the cut !!

Peter Maximoff headcanons - Student reader goes back in time and meets their favorite, speedster teacher in his teen years!

We know Peter eventually becomes a teacher in canon. I’m not really sure what he teaches, since they never really clarified. But there’s no doubt in my mind he’d be great at his job.

Mr. Maximoff is definitely a more laid back kinda teacher

I do imagine he’s the type to playfully mess with any students who act out of line. I’ve had teachers like that before in the past. The ones who take no shit and lightheartedly tease students. That’s absolutely on brand for Peter

I also get the vibe he’d be so “how do you do fellow kids” about everything

And the students would think he’s cool anyway. I mean, he’s fast. He loves cool music - and probably some really cool movies/shows/games too!

I imagine he’d deck out his classroom/office in all kinds of pop culture memorabilia. Very similar to the way he decorated his basement back when he lived at his mom's

Reader as a mutant student would be no different than the other kids. Y’all know you’d think he was the coolest teacher there ever was. Some of you might even look up to him! And maybe also develop a harmless crush. He is handsome, after all.

Imagine your surprise - after you’ve gone back in time for mission with some of the X-Men. It’s part of your training. You never thought you’d get the chance to time travel, of all things. Or, if we're following DoFP canon; maybe you went back in time with Logan? You're one of the last surviving mutants, and your mutation is useful somehow. It could go either way!

But Mr. Maximoff is there in the past. Only, he’s seventeen, acting on impulse, and being a playful nuisance.

He thinks you’re weird as hell. You totally bizarre, future kid. But you’re also pretty alright...since you think he's so cool 'n all. Most people just think he's a freak. And hey, you're a mutant like him! He doesn't know a lot of mutants yet!

And how the heck are you from the future - but you somehow know all the bands he likes, the movies he’s into, the shows he watches, even the games he plays??

Spoiler alert - it’s because Mr. Maximoff has a tendency to show off all his favorite things in class. Dude can’t go a single day without referencing Galaga, or Star Wars, or David Bowie, or whatever else

If you’re allowed to disclose any info about the future, you’ll probably tell him he gets a teaching job. Not only that, but the kids all love him

To which he responds with a - tsh, yeah. Right.

Why would he ever become a teacher?? He hates school! He can’t ever focus in class! His grades are the worst, and he bombs every test! C’mon…no way! What’re you tryin’ to pull his leg???

Y-You’re pulling his leg, right?

It’d be dope if you got the chance to hang out with him for a little bit. You could follow him around while he got into his usual, kleptomaniac shenanigans

Y’all would definitely cause enough trouble to get the cops called on you

Actually, when you find out the local cops know his name by heart - you can't help but do a double take

Mr. Maximoff? The coolest teacher in Westchester? The dude who’s always doggin’ on students for running in the halls? He used to be a lawless rulebreaker? Holy shit!! You almost couldn't wait to return to the future, just to poke fun at him for bein' such a troublemaker in his youth

Honestly, there’s a lot of really fun ideas one could pull from this, anon. I can’t even do it justice. I’d love if anyone else wanted to add their take. My brain has been so broken lately. But thank you for your ask!! I love you dearly!!

#peter maximoff headcanons #headcanons #txt #asks #anon #peter maximoff #quicksilver

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the-fort-official · 5 months

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THE CITIZENS:

PRIME APPLES: great and powerful leader of the fort. He may not be fair, or mature, or kind, or just... But honestly who cares he is funny sometimes.

Robo-Prime: he is back from the grasp of the average arcade owner in whatever fucked up sub-multiverse the text doctors live in. And by average I mean only, apparently. Anyways, he is basically prime but with more offense and less defense. Yes, the robot can take less hits than the human. Ironic, I know

Robo apples: head of engineering, and avid hater of fazbear entertainment. His past with them is spotty at best. Also, he doesn't like pizza. Which is weird. Probably trauma...

Control Apples: head of science and with the ability to express himself as well as a cardboard cutout. He does feel emotions, he just cannot show them. At all. Something about one of those therapy beds that was a O.O.P. (Object Of Power). He also likes burning things. Like, more than most Versions.

The tank (formerly known as Fallout apples): bright green power armor, yet blends in better than some people with stealth boys. Want to try to silence a fat man? He's your guy. Also for drugs. He makes all the drugs. ex-soldier of three wars. One for Alaska. One for Vegas. One for Boston. All three for his survival. And maybe fun on that last one.

Felix (fur-merly known as Fursona apples):, Engineer, former leader of the Regrettables (both the faction and the band). He got his time in the limelight. Now he is a actual character! And with the free trauma too. Also he made a lil ring to propose with so... don't tell Will.

Looper: robotic* mercenary for hire. Hope you got the gold! Also there are hundreds of him running around because of time loop shenanigans. Some of them even canonically fuck. Do with that information what you probably won't. (*He isn't a robot, technically. It's a techno-organic virus. He still has all the bits, just robotic. Minus nose, unless it's a snapshot of him with a snout. )

Fog killer: Also known as the apple themed streamer, the apple themed mayor, and the guy with a bigger arcade than @the-arcade-doctor, he is a totally normal and sane botanist trust me bro. Ignore the vines slowly leeching all your blood that's natural. (Now available to talk to on the @evil-group-that-hates-the-fort blog :3. )

Fog survivor: He is an engineer. He solves practical problems. Also works as a medic. He used to be scared of his own shadow. Now nothing phases him. Except getting stabbed because that still hurts.

Clone 007: traumatized asshole with no sense of friendly fire. He will kill anything in his way, no matter if they are helping him or not. Also he has extreme trauma, abandoned issues, and mood swings. The last one isn't related to his past, it's related to his very DNA.

Cashew: A young creature in an old automaton. He is basically a nutcracker from lethal company with some damages. And shorter. Still taller than the average dude, but small for a nutcracker.

Zweifel: What happens when you put a teen so far in the closet he tricked himself into thinking he isnt gay, into a endless colorful hell of wacky whimsical adventures? A hatred of the circus and a fear of vr.

The Angel Of hypocrisy, Nicholai: A homophobic and transphobic douchebag who should eat shit and die. Depending on which version you meet, the name makes more or less sense. Because post time skip, he gets a trans-mask boyfriend who he loves with all his heart. Even ignoring the fact his boyfriend is a serial killer. (If I reference El Carnicero, this is who I'm referring to)

Pixel: Kleptomaniac heister with more kills from just using the environment to his advantage than with his actual weapons.

Stuffie (Formerly known as Monster Apples.): see @plushiemonstervoid I ain't repeating myself.

Satchel: living puppet made from old junk like torn towels and potato sacks. He is tall, lanky, and overall intimidating. He is also a complete pushover who literally can only attack with yarn. Normal yarn. Not exactly lethal.

Demons-Bane: a demon that kills demons. Simple as that.

Warface Apples: currently turned into an anthropomorphic raven for fuckin with... I don't remember, one of @ignisuada 's characters. Generic military dude #171. Nothing special.

Warframe apples: Sneaky, but like stealth in the Deadpool game. He has lore, I just forgot it.

Metal gear apples: god im not even going to bother trying to tie this fucker in with all the bullshit lore this game has. He is a super-soldier. He has a flamethrower. That is all thats important at this point in his non-existent lore.

More to come. Check for edits. Lore is ever-changing after all.

#Characters #important oc lore #oc lore #oc #my ocs #lore post

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the-teapot-hatter · 1 year

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Off Script | The MC and Grimm

So, I figured I'd go ahead and explain the MC/Y/n/Yuu more. I touched on it in an ask, but I figured I'd explain a bit more. As well as elaborate on Grimm.

So, the MC doesn't live in a dumpster. (Though all of the boys and the transmigrated heroine's assume that they do.)

But they are a dumpster diver. The MC is actually a bit of a hoarder and is Kleptomaniac. (This being because the MC is based off of one of my Oc's that obsessively collects random things.)

The MC actually has a proper home. They mainly go around the village fixing things and anytime someone needs something, they go to the MC since they know the MC probably has it. It's just that everyone also avoids the MC like the plague, because who would want to interact with someone that dumpster dives for absolutely no reason?

The MC is literally that raccoon that rummages around through people's garbage for things it doesn't even need to take home. Their scruffy, feral, and will fight anyone who tries to take what they have decided is their trash.

Grimm is actually a monster that they found in the trash and just took home with them one day. He's theirs now. And no one is going to take him from them.

When the MC encourages Grimm to get things from the boys, it's mostly them hoping they can get stuff to add to their collection. To their dismay, it never is.

However, with this said, the MC's home isn't a mess. It's organized and everything has a clear place. They specifically set up a large shed to put their stuff in because they didn't want to clutter the house with their stuff when they're raising Grimm in it.

Grimm is just as bad as the MC. But worse, because he actually wants valuable stuff like jewels. While the MC wants stuff like a broken key that no longer has any value.

The MC's main odd jobs come from someone named Dire Crowley. He typically requests odd items here and there and has them do odd jobs. It's nothing illegal, so the MC doesn't really mind. It's how they get most of their money, even if they've never actually seen the man.

Honestly, part of how the MC meets some of the boys is that the boys are carrying around or picked up something they deemed as theirs and the MC just about fights the boys for it. Even though its trash. And the boys are so confused? Like, why on earth would you want this??? Why would you need this???

And when the MC finally gets it, they never elaborate and just leave. Like, what they did is perfectly normal. And the boys are just left confused, concerned, and a little intrigued.

#au concept #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #disney twst #disney twst wonderland

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pupcat-is-amare · 6 months

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Okay I normally don’t do text posts but I need to say these things before I explode bc I have random thoughts that won’t leave me alone

Anyway! Random The Amazing Digital Circus headcanons I will die on a hill for… until the show (probably) proves me otherwise. In no particular order!

• Jax is Asexual and Aro Spec

• Zooble is Agender

• Gangle has a lot of stuffed animals and/or pillows in her room

• I don’t remember where I saw this but I saw someone else headcanons that Ragatha sows and now I’m obsessed with it

• Gangle has a touch of the ‘tism, and fiddling with her “hand” ribbons is her main form of stimming

• Caine wants to participate in the activities he makes but because of the fact it’s mostly stimulation for the humans (and also bc he already knows what’s happening), he doesn’t feel like he can participate

• Before Zooble got trapped in the Circus, they had some prosthetics

• Jax is a kleptomaniac, hence the keys bit from the first episode

• Kinger and Queenie entered the circus at the same time, hence the matching avatars

• Bubble actually finds the moon’s antics with Caine funny

• Pomni is a cat person + magnet

• Gangle has social anxiety

#the amazing digital circus headcanons #tadc headcanon #don’t kill me pls #I’m definitely not projecting onto my favorite character #and Jax a tad #nooooo neverrrrr /s

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irbcallmefynn · 7 months

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Hit my posting limit so I shall use this to update my pinned!

Hi, I'm Fynn! Your local Bigender probably-Autistic furry artist! I'm 19 as of writing this, so Expect me to be somewhat adult from time to time. I will do my best to tag appropriately!

I'm a bit of a He/She, you see. A bit of a boygirl, some may say <3

I'm also Aegosexual! That means I do experience sexual attraction (I'm actually an absolute freak) but I genuinely can't stand actual sex acts. I can't picture myself having any, I don't like seeing it, It's just gross to me!

I think the U.S. Government is stinky and dumb and old and broken and everything else, so I may complain about that on here sometimes. Be warned!

I have three OCs currently! Fynn, my fursona, is a He/Him half demon wolf with no mouth. Nauno is a He/They Avali who is a very extremely gay kleptomaniac. Euphi is a She/Heart Protogen who's just kinda really mysterious. They are all in a polyamorous relationship and love each other (even if Fynn doesn't really get what love is)!

Here are some tags!

"#fynn art": My Art Tag! Find all of my very mid drawings here! "#oc lore": I'll use this whenever I'm discussing the lore of my OCs! "#art rb": I use this whenever I reblog art! Even if it's mine. Also note that if I make a weird noise in a tag after it the art probably gave me gender envy. "#bedposting": I try to do one of these every night! It's just whatever I thought of before bed! Could be eepy related, or brushing teeth related, or horny (Be warned).

I'm no good at drawing any of it myself, but I am very fond of Transfur, Hypnosis, Plushification, Pooltoy, all that jazz. I may reblog that sort of stuff on here sometimes. I will tag it. It's mainly the appeal of becoming something different for me, so if I do reblog any of that, that would be the focus.

DNI List (non-comprehensive):

Zoos, Pedos/Maps/whatever, TERFS, Nazis, Queerphobes (of any type at all!), Antifurs, Racists, Sexists. Basically if you're on the DNI list of the average furry artist you're almost certainly on mine. So go fuck yourself with a rusty screwdriver.

If you're a minor you technically can interact, but you need to be REALLY REALLY CAREFUL. You'll want to make sure you have NSFW/NSFT tags blocked (and anything like that). Like I said, I tag things to the best of my ability, so if you have the right things blocked, you should be fine. But be warned 'cause I might slip up at some point!

I'm still learning about myself. I have a lot of questions that I never asked myself when I was younger, and am trying to answer them now. Bear with me if I go on weird emotional rants from time to time.

Also remember that if you follow me, you are following ALL of me. Don't follow me if it's just one thing you like.

Thanks for reading my Pinned! Have a good time, stay safe, and brush your teeth! x3

#pinned post #furry artist #probably autistic #aegosexual #bigender #im an adult #i hate the government #my ocs #my tags #tw kink #dni list #i'm still learning about me #long post #x3

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jade-of-mourning · 8 days

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guess whooooooo

so I don’t want to be agitating and I noticed you said you’ve been busy but I genuinely do not remember if I sent you an ask recently or if that was a dream?? so if I’ve been bugging you pls just ignore me I will not be offended 😭🙏🏼

the reason for my presence in your inbox today is because I was looking thru the mako tag and saw ur avatar mako snippet. I then began to experience Thoughts and decided you might enjoy if I shared them :33

what I’ve been thinking about is the possible dynamics of this au because. tragic backstory x avatar is something we didn’t quite get w korra because all her Avatar Trauma happened during the show. however,,, mako and bolin got that orphan swag

so for one I wanted to reference one of your older posts about mako and lin having a history across each other at an interrogation table. just imagine how she feels seeing the little brat (who she’s almost certain is zolt’s little prodigy) turn out to be the avatar who she now has to tolerate and work with to protect the city that never gave him shit.

and besides the early momboss and detectiveson feelings (linzin reconciliation?? kyalin reveal????) the other dynamic is just mako and republic city as a whole. this was actually kind of touched on in canon w how korra had to acclimate to the entirely different world of a revolutionizing industrial city, but instead it would be mako learning to cherish the streets that had chewed him up and spat him back out.

another reason this would be cool is bcuz it already happens in the show as well. despite mako’s character being completely abandoned after the love triangle, his becoming a cop kind of shows that he has grown to want to protect his city. being a police officer in the atla-verse means you have a real devotion to your city—under a boss like lin, you just get replaced realll quick if you don’t (eg, those two guys who pissed on mako when varrick framed him for domestic terrorism or whatever was going on there).

it also can’t be only for money, because if it was he would’ve gone back to probending; something he was just indifferent towards. anyway, what I’m trying to say is that somewhere offscreen he had that development in view as he grew to want to protect the city for more reason than that it would keep he and his brother safe. so essentially, in the avatar mako au, he goes through that development earlier, when he’s still a kid.

this would probably also affect his personality. if he was taken care of earlier on, he wouldn’t have stonewalled himself away out of distrust for the rest of the world. so basically he’s a snappy, sarcastic little bitch by canon because he never taught himself to bite his tongue or die—it also parallels him to korra (cough and katara cough) a bit more which I thought was nice.

I just totally lost my train of thought but uhhhhh,,, sorry for the long ask. hope you’re doing okay :)

much love

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HI SNAILON!! i'm sure you saw my very late response but yeah dw you did not hallucinate that ask kjsdffgkjfsdh

anyway!!! i'm enjoying your avatar mako thoughts so much omg. mako and bolin really do got that Orphan Swag:tm: and i do love a good trauma backstory avatar. (still no one could ever compare to korra but shh we all know she's the most superior avatar of all time in our hearts…)

woah i forgot to think about the potential of lin & mako's relationship in the context of the au as a greater entity. aughhhhafjkhafdhk she's probably be pissed as hell at the start; i feel like tiny avatar!mako is absolutely the stiff bitter kleptomaniac sort specifically designed to get on lin beifong's nerves like no one else and that would agiatate her SO MUCH. but i think that over time as she starts to see him for what he really is and sees a little more of the good in his heart, she'll… actually she'll still treat him pretty harshly because now she doesn't like that she sees herself in him, but she has a greater amount of empathy for him and in vulnerable moments, i think that she would actually turn out to be the adult figure that mako would be most willing to seek out, surprisingly.

also yes i'm really excited to explore how mako rekindles an actually kind relationship with this halfway awful city. i really want to steep it in culture and i think i'll project my experiences in taiwan onto it because it's such a place of all time. the idea of hole in the wall restaurants that could not possibly meeting the hygiene standards and the owners are tough and impersonal but also they're the most natural people to be around, and the food is the best you've ever tasted for the cheapest price possible as you hop from sagging overhang to sagging overhand, never sitting down for a full meal but something about the perpetual motion is so comforting. anyway. republic city taiwan allegory. just really want to write about that, roughly.

i agree about the point of cop!mako :P even though i have complicated feelings about his assumption of a role that had been one of the primary institutions that enforced the system of how he and bolin lived as kids, i also think that he views it as a twisted form of redemption for himself as a child that i frankly think he doesn't have to assume moral culpability for, but i also understand that it's the sort of tangible thing that i think a guy like him would need to ever feel worthy enough of living. i have a lot of thoughts about this that i will have to condense into actual words sometime later…

i'm a big fan of mako actually getting to express his salt. i think that canon mako (and bolin, to an extent) takes a great amount of effort to restrain the Absolute Heathen that he was raised as in order to fit in with this impossible to understand high class society. (it's actually a point i'm going to explore in the fic with this version!) but yeah i feel like there's a lot of carefully trained-out language and habits that must exist in both mako and bolin who are trying so hard to not be perceived as the children they were, because their public images are very dependent on the exterior that they put out to the world. they need to be passably proper to get a fanbase which might land them support from higher up people which might land them a sponsorship which might enable their team to actually rise above as underdog which might lead them to win the pot which might let them finally build a lives for themselves. anyway. honestly avatar!mako would absolutely be hypermonitored by tenzin about his vocabulary and habits (coughing at this excerpt i wrote some time back: "He forces his breath to settle in his chest and forces himself to be grateful that he doesn't have a cigarette that he can lose himself in; he doesn't need Tenzin catching one more of his bad habits to take away from him."). but i think that in the presence of korra who will piss him off SO MUCH he won't have the same qualms about trying to fit into high class society because he'll have settled into this actual protection and stability provided to him by adults for the past several years, and he'll allow himself more to slip back into cussing her out with the vehemence of a Trained Asshole. it'd be funny trust.

i dont think i enunciated that very well but i have also had many thoughts on language and habits that mako and bolin forced themselves to eject for the sake of their precarious position in society. i think that it's also an ingrained part of them that when they're older along in life and have more stability, i like to imagine that they might end up casually incorportating back because their lives don't depend on their manners LOL. older mako would be only half the foul-mouth that his younger self was but asami would still be extremely mortified tbh. and bolin would just be COMEDY ohh

#lychee acquires and answers asks

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