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downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles · 8 months

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Donatello's First Love—Splinter's Talk

mostly bayverse, could be 2003 if you squint hard enough. did it a little different with this one compared to the others :0 word count: 1.6k

Spanning his messy corner of the Lair, Donnie's many monitors mounted to the wall were alight with a blue glow. The same few camera feeds rotated between the locations outside of their home and other places, monitoring, and allowing surveillance to take a backseat in his mind while he worked. At his desk, he gently squeezed a pipette into the mouth of a breaker, waiting for the reaction he was looking for to occur.

"Interesting," he mumbled to himself, "I wonder what happens if I were to supercool the mixture."

He placed the substance in a tray and prepared another batch, this time, much more concentrated. There wasn't much to do around the house besides experiment with the materials he'd salvaged. That was fine; he enjoyed the process, and filling notebooks—and his walls—to the brim with chemical equations, notes and mathematics that hardly anyone but he could read.

Careful with his large fingers to not drop the pipette, he sucked a few drops up from the test tube, going in to add to the mixture. He squinted, almost there. And then the startling alarm pinged on the screen next to him, making him jump and squirt the chemical on his work surface. He quickly wiped up and looked over at the computer. "'Motion detected: [y/n]'s apartment complex'," the screen read, switching camera feeds to one of the multiple tiny cameras he had set up. He only put cameras where he thought it mattered; he was paranoid about an ambush, and even more so at her place than theirs, now that she was coming and going from the Lair. The likelihood of their enemies finding out her association with them was about a fifty-seven percent chance, fifty percent too much for Donnie.

He scanned the monitor for signs of anything suspicious, but it turned out to be only a friend dropping by with a key to put a package inside, with [y/n]'s permission.

"Oh," he muttered, suddenly feeling silly. He made sure the person left her apartment—and locked it back—before quickly switching the feed. That was his one secret nobody had managed to catch him out on yet. Even so, he felt slick and a little guilty for spying. But, justifiably, they needed to know if she ever was in danger! He dismissed the notification and rotated the feeds manually. "Whoops. Sorry, [y/n]...yeah, I'll just switch that back."

He shuffled around to resume his work titrating. Except Splinter stood curiously behind the desk, eyes trained close on the monitors, and then Donnie. Donnie flinched—Splinter usually didn't come in or near his lab. In fact, none of his family normally bothered him when he had his nose in his work, because none of them understood it. Not even Leo bothered to try to get the details. The details went over their heads.

"So, Donatello, what is it you are working on?"

"Oh, Master Splinter," Donnie greeted him, glancing back to make sure the monitor was no longer on the door to her apartment. He picked up the pipette and test tube he'd knocked over before, "What is it?"

"Refer back to my last question," Splinter replied. He leaned calmly against his cane and looked all around the cluttered lab. Notes taped, tacked, even glued to walls. A whiteboard full of impossible equations, various pieces of technology in disrepair he'd picked up from trash and things going to recycling. Quite the mess, but Donnie knew where everything was. Splinter cocked his head slightly. "What disorganization," he commented.

"Disorganized to you," Donnie corrected with a smile, "but I can find anything I'm looking for—it's actually 'unorganized', implies that it never was organized. The definition of 'disorganized' suggests that something once was organized but now isn't, but I never once had this place in order," he rambled.

"Donatello," Splinter interrupted. Once his son got talking, it was hard to stop him. He just had to interject to get a word in. "What is it you are doing? You have been very unfocused lately. This is strange for you."

"Unfocused" was an understatement. With a mind already running miles per minute, he was getting caught up in his own head. Getting his work station back to a functional state, he set up his tube tray, answering, "Titrating these and writing out their chemical equations. The brain's like a muscle, gotta exercise it and stay sharp," he said. And with all that sharpness, he was only half-suspicious as to why Splinter was suddenly interested in what he was doing.

Splinter nodded. "Then I must not have seen miss [y/n]'s apartment complex on your screen. Carry on."

Donnie froze, watching Splinter out of the corner of his hazel eyes. His stomach dropped. So, it was one secret—they weren't going to understand, he was just as protective of their home, too! What if she couldn't call the police, or even them in time if someone broke in? Her apartment wasn't in a good area, Donatello already didn't like that. What if someone grabbed her? He couldn't put his mind at ease without knowing.

"I—well, this was a recent development, you see," Donatello stuttered, fidgeting with the purple wraps around his hands. He realized then how weird it all looked and panicked. He'd never meant for it to go this far; his cautionary measures just kept escalating more and more with his feelings for her. "I swear, it's just outside of her place! I would never put a camera in her apartment, that would be creepy, and way overstepping," he explained. "I told her I'd always look out for her and that she can count on me."

"Oh, I suppose it's no problem, then, since she gave you such consent," Splinter said, looking away momentarily to scratch his chin. His eyes snapped back over to his anxious son and popped a hairy brow up as he knocked the end of his cane on the floor to grab his attention further. "Is that right, Donatello?"

He wanted to go into his shell. I'm busted, this is not good. "Don't tell her! So, I, um…I didn't exactly…" The thought trailed off. He didn't need to finish that sentence for both of them to know.

"Precisely my point. Now that we have made that clear, would you like to tell me what this is really about?"

"No! I mean, I will, since you're asking, but—agh, I swear, I'm not a creep," he said. "I just wanted to make sure she'd be okay. That's it."

Splinter crossed behind his desk, slipping an arm around his son's shell. Donnie wanted to pull away. "Come with me. Let's take a walk."

He led them out of the Lair into the tunnels outside their home. They could loop around easily and end up back at the Lair, and Splinter knew Donnie was going to resist talking if the others could be around to hear. Sometimes, you must play on other people's terms, he thought, listening to the quiet drip echo as they ambled through the sewer. He figured it was time to do a little damage control, although he normally pledged not to interfere with his sons and them making their mistakes. However, he didn't want to see Donatello make a potentially hazardous one to himself.

"Now, you must understand, my son, you cannot know everything at once," Splinter said, avoiding an accusatory tone. "You have a brilliant mind, but you certainly don't tend to see the obvious."

"What do you mean, master?" Donnie questioned. The "obvious" being under any other circumstances, his actions would definitely be seen as "creepy". The notion flew right under his radar as something to worry about, as their circumstances were anything but normal.

"Of course, you are a young man, you want to watch out for the one you love," Splinter pointed out. Donnie cringed, even though he hasn't made much of an attempt to hide that fact. He was excited to explore something new, why should he have hidden thos feelings? He didn't shout them to the world. But it was well-known among their family that he'd beaten his brothers to the punch when it came to her, and no going for it was an unwritten but understood boundary. Still, this wasn't a conversation he was prepared for have tonight; his mind was still back at his lab.

"About everyone but Michelangelo has noticed you've been retreating to your lab more often recently." He chuckled. "And your antics around her are obvious, again. Loosen your grip a little. You are annoying your brothers vying for her attention."

Donnie felt a rush of embarrassment come over him. Yes, he was showy—expressive, maybe too quick to whisk her away to demonstrate his new inventions, the stuff he'd discovered. Donnie knew he could hyperfixate on and obsess over things; she was on his mind more than not. As for annoying his brother, he wasn't the strongest, but he was the smartest. He was much more eager with his staff and putting his siblings back in their lane when she was around. The electric component on his weapon came in handy for quick corrections, and goofing around.

Through all of that, he remembered having a moment of clarity when she was inspecting his computer setup one night and the camera almost flickered to hers, to which he scrambled to shut it off. Conveniently, he brushed that aside.

Donnie lifted his goggles, rubbing his face sheepishly. "I guess you're right," he admitted.

"The things you do for love," Splinter shook his head. "Be sure you do not push her away by accident. You are fortunate I had the mind to come talk to you about this before you made a mistake and a fool of yourself. Consider it a fair warning," he said as he looked over at his son, who waited quietly for him to continue, "to not overstep."

"I understand, loud and clear."

Splinter nodded in agreement, "Good. I trust you will take this advice well. You have a good heart and good intentions, Donatello, do not be clouded by your mind. Your brain is not your only quality."

"Thanks, master Splinter. I'll let up on it," Donnie relented with a small smile. He was still uncomfortable, feeling a bit dumb. He always was so caught up on making predictions, keeping everything running smoothly and safely that he didn't always consider how that worked for other people. Just because it made sense to him, didn't mean it made sense to them. Note that for later, Donatello, he reminded himself. He turned around to head back to the Lair.

Splinter stopped to take in a little sunlight from the grate above his head, stopping Donnie in his tracks. "Oh, and Donatello," he called.

"Yeah?"

Splinter assumed parental status, and Donnie knew that scolding tone all too well. "Tell her about it, or turn that damned camera off."

~wooOoOOOoooOooOooo partitionnnnnnn~

Side rant: I actually hate it when people portray Donnie (except for 2012 iterations) as shy and unconfident. He is literally the opposite in 2003 and Bayverse. Donatello is not "a little baby uwu" and I'm tired of people making him look so meek 😭

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt donatello x reader #tmnt donatello #tmnt donnie #donatello x reader #donatello #master splinter #tmnt fanfic #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2014 #tmnt bayverse #tmnt x reader #tmnt 2003

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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AITA For insisting on not paying past due library fines?

When I (nonbinary) was about 7 or so years old, I had a book report due for school and I needed to borrow some books from the library to do it. My mom took me to borrow some. My mom told me when I was done we could go back and return them before they were due back (which would be the next day). My mom took the books when I was done, put them aside to bring back the next day, and then promptly forgot. I reminded her a few times and she said she'd bring them back after she got out from work while I was at school. I believed her, until a handful of years later when I was looking to borrow one of her novels to read in high school, and I saw them buried at the bottom of a box in her closet. I talked to her about it and she said "well it's too late now, it's fine they won't care because it's been years" and I believed her. I didn't bother again with the library until about last year or so (I was 24) when I wanted to replace my old library card so that my daughter (4 at the time) could borrow some books. I am VERY good at returning the things I borrow from anyone on time because I panic and get paranoid if I don't, so I wasn't worried about making the same mistake my mom did.

The library did not see it that way. Because the books when I was 7 were taken out under my name, those debts were not my mom's- they were mine. They told me I was not allowed to replace or use a library card until I paid off my fines. I owed about $200 apparently. I told them that I was only 7 years old when I borrowed those books and that I had no way of returning them on my own without a parent or guardian, and that my parent had failed to help me return them on time. That shouldn't be on me, because again, I was 7. And I didn't realize they were never returned until nearly 10 years later. They kept saying that I had to pay the debt, and that my daughter would never be allowed to have a library card until I paid my debt or she was an adult, whichever came first.

I'm 25 now, my daughter is 5, and I've still been trying to fight off this debt, because it doesn't seem fair. I especially can't pay it now, I live off of disability and foodstamps and live in a shared shelter agreement with a family member. But my daughter loves reading, and I want her to be able to utilize the library. I also would like to start reading again, and borrowing books is the easiest way for me to do so.

My family keeps saying how I should just either pay it off or let it go, that I'm a "Karen" for bothering the librarians about this so much. I don't like being rude to people, I've been about as polite (and apparently timid according to my partner) as I possibly can be about this, so I'm really worried that me fighting this has been making it harder and stressful for the librarians. Am I the asshole? Should I just stop and let it go?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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sho-shof · 10 months

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Imagine Optimus seeing you with someone else laughing at a joke and immediately getting jealous af

gufgwyfgw ok forgive me if this is bad, its my first time writing like this. this might not actually completely fit the ask so if you want I can make another one to fit it

Yandere optimus prime being jealous(old)

Pairing: romantic

trigger warning: possessive behavior, stalking, manipulation/threats, mentioned violence, jealous.

I think that optimus would be a soft yandere like in the beginning he'd try to ignore his feelings but he'd hate to see you with anyone else.

especially if your human, he'd go to great lengths to avoid you before realizing just how much it hurt to be away from you.

after that he'd probably become just a little delusional thinking that you to were destined to be together.

when it comes to him being jealous i don't think he'd hurt them if they were an autobot, it's a complete didnt story if they were a con.

it also depends on who you were joking with

if it was bumble bee he probably wouldn't be upset, he'd most likely be happy you two are bonding

but anyone else would get a long lecture, that lecture would mean him threatening them.

i think it would take alot before he got to the point of ever hurting them if they were an autobot. he'd most likely try to contain himself.

you'd start to notice that everyone would avoid you or leave quickly when you finally got to talk to them. the only people not being optimus and bee.

you would have confided in them, asking if you were annoying or why everyone seemed to hate you so suddenly.

optimus would tell you that they just weren't good enough for you and couldn't see just how amazing you were.

he didn't mean to make them avoid you but he has no complaints against it because it only brought you closer to him.

there were still those few people who would talk to you, thats what really made you notice certain things about him

how he'd glare at them, or complete push them out of the convo.

when you did confront him about it, he just told you he was looking out for you and that they didn't deserve you that they were going to hurt you like everyone else.

this would keep going on until you started to push yourself away from everybody, that's when you started to get paranoid

you had this every lasting feeling that you were being watch, when you told optimus about it he told you that it was all in your head and that everything was fine

but it continued and you could have sworn you saw optimus watching you

Its not stalking if he's just making sure people continue to keep their dirty hands off you.

"you only need me to protect you, I want your eyes on me and only me"

#yandere transformers #yandere headcanons #yandere optimus prime #yandere #yandere x reader #optimus prime

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folkwhorerain · 1 year

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I wish I knew you wanted me.

tess servopoulos x gn!reader.

gif not mine.

Summary: you have always liked Tess, but you were certain she liked Joel so you never made a move. When the lunch with two new people she's been talking to lead to a sensitive topic, your crush for the woman might get exposed.

Warnings: language (?), angst but with a fluffy end.

Author's note: I only wrote 3 fanfictions in my entire life so I'm sorry if this is lame or the writing isn't as good as you expected, but I promise I tried hard to at least make you enjoy an idea that's been in my head since I saw episode three. This was requested by me in a post I made a few days ago but then I pulled a Thanos and said "fine, I'll do it myself".

One last thing, English is not my first language so I'm really sorry if there are any mistakes. I tried my best to fix any error I could find.

Enjoy!!

You and Tess didn't have friends… or rather, you didn't have friends beside Joel. So when you heard her say she was talking to a man over the radio you couldn't believe your ears.

"Him and his partner seem nice." Tess informed you, cleaning the counter next to the one you were sitting on. "If this goes well they could be a really good resource for us."

Us. Obviously she was talking about her and Joel, but you got a sparkle of hope she meant you as well, if just as a friend you didn't mind kinda.

”I thought we couldn't trust anyone." You told her the same words she told you not a long time a ago, wiggling your feet nervously.

She laughed. "Joel said the same." And with that she placed the rag into the sink. "He's not too please with this situation either, but I made up my mind."

Tess was the one who often made decisions for both you and Joel. Since you met her a few years ago, when you finally found the QZ, you can't recall the times when she really gave the opportunity for Joel to change plans when smuggling shit… or just in general. She liked to boss him around and, since you became her friend, she did the same with you. Not that you cared, though. She was better than you at making tough decision and you were better than her at getting her out of her shell when she needed it.

That's why your duo worked and you were great together. It would be amazing if you didn't have that stupid crush on her. It would've been even more fantastic if she didn't have a crush on Joel, or so you thought.

You sighed, licking your lips. You were tapping nervously the marble you were sitting on with your index finger, thinking of all the things that could possibly go wrong. "We're not fucking going, Tess."

•••

That conversation was a few days ago, but giving the fact that she can be very convincing and you can't say no to her, there you were: sitting at the table with Joel and Tess and two people who you learnt were Bill and Frank.

You had to admit the place was nice and well taken care of. Frank was a sweet person with so much love for the little things, Bill was quite the opposite with a paranoid nature, but cooked a meal that made your mouth water just by the sight.

Overall, you felt comfortable with them. Mostly Frank because Bill hasn't stopped staring at you, Tess and Joel like he wanted to shoot you for the entire time, and the gun he kept on the table like he was the hunter and you were the preys didn't really help either.

"Thank you for inviting us" said Tess, taking a sip of the wine Frank just poured in her glass a few moments before. "I gotta say that, gun aside, which I get by the way," she stopped to look at Bill, hoping all her gratitude could be felt by the most cynic one of the couple. "How nice it is to have a civilized meal in such a beautiful place."

Seeing how much Tess was relaxed with the presence of the men, you smiled a little. "Yeah, thank you for the warmth you showed us, too. We really needed that." You said, which was gladly appreciated by Tess, knowing that it has been hard for you agreeing to this meeting.

Joel, on the other hand, remained silent, looking at Bill the entire time. The whole situation started to look more like a staring competition.

Bill just put the gun off the table, not letting his walls down that easily just for a speech that, if you didn't know Tess enough to tell she was serious, could fairly enough pass for a fake praise.

"Well…" Frank smiled, taking Bill's hand who just side eyed him. "It's nice to see there's still decent people willing to work peacefully and help others. Help that will be returned, of course."

You let out a small thank you, not really being the talkative one of the group. Then Frank added something that made you almost choke on your food and your heart drop to your stomach.

"It's also nice to see a great couple like you and Joel try to fight for love in a shitty situation like the one we're living in."

You could've noticed Tess cringe slightly at that if your eyes didn't start watering.

If only he knew how her walls only crumbled down when she was with you. How she muttered an "I love you" whenever you passed out after a drinking competition with Joel or how she would steal your shirts because "mine are all stained with the blood of some motherfucker I hit during smuggling" when, in reality, she felt safe whenever she worn anything yours.

"Excuse me." You let out a shaky breath before getting up and fast walking to the back of the house.

Joel glanced at Tess and nodded to the brunette to check on you. She sighed quitely before smiling politely and excusing herself.

You were about to crumble when you felt a firm hand grab your arm, making you turn around.

"Hey, what has gotten into you?" Tess asked you with a concerned look.

You didn't answer. You couldn't or else you would've had to tell her why your heart ached everytime someone thought her and Joel were together and how you wished she never realises they might be right.

"What? Cat got your tongue or there's a fucking clicker around?” she whispered the last part, teasing you like she always did, a fake worry on her face to disguise the real concern she felt for you.

"Ah-ah! Very funny, Theresa!" You turned around again, not having the strength to look at her when your tears were urging to come out.

"Uh-oh!" she said, her teasing nature never leaving her. "You only call me by my full name when you're angry."

When she saw you weren't giving her an answer anytime soon, she frowned. She knew you could be as secretive as her, therefore she never forced you to talk about whatever was bothering you, but now it was different; as much as she didn't want to admit it, not knowing what was bothering you was killing her.

"Look, I know something's bothering you and I need to know, 'cause the silent treatment is getting fucking annoying." Her tone was firm and calm, but you could hear that hint of annoyance that was haunting her. "If I did something wrong—"

"You didn't do anything." You sighed, running a hand through your hair. The pressure you felt become unbearable when you closed your eyes to try and ease your headache that, of course, become persistent like the brunette who was waiting for some sort of explanation.

"Well, okay. Then what is it?" She placed both her hands on her hips, staring at you with so much force you thought you could turn into pudding in that very moment. You hated the effect she had on you. It was worse than the symptoms cordyceps caused. She was the reason you could lose your mind at any moment, the only reason you could really get violent if any motherfucker even tried to hurt her.

"Y/N."

"You and Joel are so cute together!" You mocked what Frank said minutes before, the thought making you groan in frustration.

She looked at you with a puzzled expression, not understanding where the conversation was going. "What are you—"

Then it hit her. There was a deeper meaning to the harsh glances you always gave Joel whenever he would look at Tess much more for your liking. Now she understood why you never wanted her to go smuggling with him alone and she understood the reason of your overprotective nature anytime she was in trouble.

"Oh, I see…"

The frown on your face was inevitable when she stepped so close to you that you had to take a few steps back. Her stare was now holding a new light you didn't know the meaning of yet. "You're jealous."

The stupid smile adorning her face was infuriating. She was pleased by your jealousy? And for what? So she could tease you everyday for not feeling the same? So she could get even more clingy to Joel just to hurt you?

Her face softened when she saw your eyes were glossy, placing her hands on both your cheeks when you tried to hide your face.

"I wish I knew…" she breathed out, placing a strain of hair behind your ear. The sudden serious expression and the sweetness in her gestures surprised you.

Your head immediately snapped at her. "Why? So you and Joel can throw your relationship in my face?!"

She was a little taken aback by the hint of bitterness in your words, incredolus you would actually think she'd play you like that.

"You really think I would do that?" The hurt on her voice was evident, even though she tried to hide it with a harsh glance.

You shrugged your shoulder. You knew you weren't thinking clearly. Tess, your Tess, the one who has always been there for you through thick and thin, who helped you process your loved one's deaths, the one who almost killed a civilian who tried to rob you of your ration cards, she would never hurt you like that.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, trying to ease the tension you felt on your shoulders. Angry at yourself for how your irrationality was getting the best of you. "No, you wouldn't."

"Good." She smiled briefly at your words. "There's nothing between me and Joel, Y/N. Quite the opposite… he's been fucking teasing me for months about my stupid crush on you."

You widened your eyes, not believing what she just confessed. You tried to process her words as fast as possible, then a smirk crossed your face. "So you like me, ms. Servopoulos?"

She rolled her eyes at you and took you by the collar of your shirt. "Fuck you."

You laughed at that, feeling like the weight of the world got off of you.

"You really never noticed?" She had this incredulous expression in her face and you suddenly felt dumb. Did you really never notice? Did that mean that the times she would touch your hand for a time too long to be considered just an affectionate gesture hid something deeper? That the steady looks she gave people in the streets who looked at you too much for her liking were just a consequence of her jealousy and not her just being the wary woman she has always been?

"No? I mean, you've always been so secretive with… basically everything!" You tried to defend yourself.

She laughed like you said the funniest joke she ever heard. "Y/N, you're so fucking oblivious!"

Now you were embarrassed as fuck. How could you be so stupid?

"But it's cute." She was quick to add when she noticed how mortified you looked.

You watched her carefully with a slight pink covering your cheeks and noticed her eyes shifted briefly to your lips, so you took the opportunity to ask something you wanted to ask for a really long time.

"Can I kiss—"

"Shut the fuck up." And with that she kissed you.

Suddenly the world went quiet and the hole you felt right in your chest was fullfilled by a feeling you have been chasing since you heard of it, but never had the pleasure to experience. All your life you've been seeking for survival, you thought the only thing that mattered was going on and not getting killed, but you were wrong. Oh boy, you were so wrong. You didn't seek for survival, you seeked for Tess' left hand on your neck when she deepened the kiss, you seeked for the wine hanging on her tongue when she explored the insides of your mouth, you seeked for her other hand grabbing your hips in a way that took your breath away. You seeked for the gasps only her she could let you out from now on. You seeked to live for her and with her for as long as the fate would allow the both of you.

When you broke the kiss and opened your eyes, you felt stupid for not realising the love and admiration she felt for you. It was all there, you could see it in her eyes how she craved you like a starving woman. How she wanted to get into you, to be all over your body and grow into your lungs, brain and heart, not leaving room for any other person who could have your smiles and good days alongside your bad ones. You saw how she wanted to claim you and cherish you. How she wanted to worship you like a believer does with God.

You gave her one last kiss and then hugged her, placing both your hands on her hips like the clingy person you could be around her.

"You already want to get into my pants?" She teased you, raising an eyebrow. "Geez Y/N. Take me to a fucking date first or shits like that."

"You idiot." You shook your head, giving her a peck on the lips. "Shall we go back to the table?"

She nodded, kissing the back of your hand. "We shall."

When you got back to where three men where waiting, Joel gave you and the brunette a knowing look and you slightly nodded at him.

"You okay, Y/N?" Frank asked you with a genuine concern you appreciated.

You just looked at Tess with a stare that said more than words could ever do.

"I'm more than okay."

Frank looked at the two of you and grinned, taking a bite of his steak, realising the mistake he made before you left the table.

"Well, I guess I got the person wrong."

Tess briefly chuckled at that, giving you one last look that held all the love she never knew she could feel again towards someone.

"You did."

Well, that was it. I hope it satisfied your expectations!

#the last of us #tlou fanfiction #tess servopoulos x reader #tess servopoulos #tess tlou #tess x reader #anna torv #tlou hbo

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lloydfrontera · 5 months

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hi. hello. can y'all spoiler me the 3d and 4th spoiler endings pretty please. i've started reading the novel like two days ago and i just lovelovelove spoilers especially sad ones :)

sure!

the third ending spoiler is pretty simple. lloyd sees himself opening a journal, a diary, written in his own handwriting. he thinks it must be a good sign, a consequence of a live so simple, so relaxed, he must have started to keep a journal to keep himself entertained and keep the boredom away.

that is until he starts coughing blood onto the pages and wiping it away with a tattered and ragged sleeve. with hands that have no wrinkles.

then his future self starts flipping through the pages of what his life has become. arcos had a riding accident. he broke his neck and couldn't feel anything from the neck down. he died the day after. marbella isn't talking anymore. she just works on her garden. emily screams when she finds her in the morning. the manor, so warm once, now just feels cold and empty. lloyd can't reach julian. he won't respond. sherazade does. she shouldn't have left the house that day. she shouldn't have left julian alone. he was stabbed in his own home.

alicia starts losing her arm. the two loan sharks are murdered.

lloyd keeps thinking of drinking

war breaks out. sherazade is killed in battle. the sultan falls to his death. arosh is paralyzed in a hunt. silurian is crushed by a carriage.

he shouldn't have started drinking. he can't stop. berkis wasn't lying about him having an extra life. he came back a few days ago and it doesn't matter. it doesn't fucking matter. he couldn't protect anyone. he just wants the pain to stop. he just wants to rest.

the last person he sees is javier, rushing to his side as he chokes on his own blood.

the fourth ending is different.

javier is at his side. he puts a coat over his shoulders. lloyd tells him he has to say something. it's a bit long. javier tells him it's okay. he's crying.

lloyd is not talking to javier.

alicia's arm was bothering her. it got worse, much faster than expected. it doesn't just go numb, it rotted away, until she was forced to cut it off. her personality changed, little by little, turning more and more paranoid, thinking she'd been poisoned by someone around her. so she executed all the servants and when it didn't help, she hung all the wizards, starting a civil war.

more than half the kingdom is destroyed. most of the noble families are exterminated. fields and villages burned everywhere.

lloyd stayed neutral during the war, until alicia used the trade route he built for her to invade the veneto kingdom, making it fall in less than ten days. the path he'd dug. the route he created. not to invade but to trade.

so he protested. and the title he'd relied on for so long disappeared. and as soon as the title that made alicia trust him implicitly went away, all her doubts came back with full force and he was immediately branded a traitor and public enemy to the royal family. they went to war.

and of course they won. there was never any other option. they'd known the frontera family was far more powerful than the royal family for a long time.

the castle was captured fifteen days ago. alicia committed suicide.

and just the day before, lloyd had to bury arcos and marbella. they were killed while he was away from home. they thought they were receiving an urgent letter from lloyd.

so. he made his choice.

he can send one message to his past self. he can save everyone. he just. has to die.

and he has a very reliable way to die sitting right beside him.

he tells javier it's time. they already talked about it.

javier raises his sword. his hand is trembling slightly. he's crying.

"is this really the only way?"

"yes"

"..."

the blade falls.

his consciousness is fading quickly. he has one last second to tell his past self who's accelerating the restoration of fate.

the king of hell really wants him to work for him after all

#hey i got an ask #Anonymous #tged #the greatest estate developer #tged spoilers #lloyd frontera #javier asrahan

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pleasantlyinsincere · 2 months

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David Cassidy on John from Could it be forever? -My Story

During that time, I also got to know one of my musical heroes, John Lennon. When he split with Yoko and was with May Pang, I spent some time in LA with him at Elliot Mintz's house and spent a little time chatting with him. We subsequently had dinner together a couple of times. We'd go to the Imperial Gardens so we could be in a private room where no one would bother us. Later I flew back to New York twice and spent a little time with Yoko. She is very bright and I liked her a lot. I think she was treated unfairly by the media and the public. She provided a real grounding for John and a place to feel safe. She loved him for who she was, not because he was a Beatle. I later found the same thing with my wife, Sue. [...] During the last year of Partridge Family, 1974, John continued making the Rock'n'Roll album. I saw Elliot all the time and John and I would pass messages back and forth to each other through him. John came over to my house in Encino on New Year's eve 1974 or 1975, when I had just finished my world tour. Susan Dey was there and I had fallen asleep at around midnight on her lap. Elliot and John showed up and they had been drinking and celebrating. Susan woke me up and said, 'David, I think there is a Beatle in the house.' After slurring a few words to each other, John and I decided to play some music. So we went to my music room, where I had all my guitars, and we sat on the floor and I began playing the Beatles' song Any Time at All. It was one of my favorites. That and Mr. Moonlight. And John was like, 'Oh, I can't remember that.' He had written hundreds of songs since then. So I sort of re-taught him the chord structure. We sang it together and I did Paul's part. It was like being a Beatle for a moment. I was fulfilling a dream I'd had when I was 13, learning Beatles' songs on my first guitar after seeing them on the Ed Sullivan show. You don't forget some of the first songs you learn. We started playing rock'n'roll songs, stuff by Chuck Berry like Nadine. John loved all that Chuck Berry stuff and he knew it much better than I did. It didn't sound very good, we were drinking, laughing and just stumbling through it. I played him a song I had just written and he started playing me stuff that he was working on. [...] I had an interesting relationship with John. I related to him because of his abandonment issues and creativity. He was kind enough to give me inside into what I was about to go through. He'd been there and done that and was in the process of demystifying himself. Once we were having lunch together, he invited me to come to A&M studios where he was recording the Rock'n'Roll album. He asked me if I wanted to play with the other musicians. I did go but it was so crowded and almost every great guitar player you can think of was there. Harry Nilsson, Cher and lots of other people were there, too. At the time I didn't want to be part of the circus. I only stayed for around 15 minutes, although in hindsight I probably should have played. John had a fabulous sense of humour. He was more dedicated to the things he believed in than anyone I can think of. He wasn't seduced by greed. We only spoke briefly about Paul and his comments at the time were, 'Yeah, well, you know, that's just Paul.' I think John was deeply hurt by their differences and the fact that their partnership wasn't a partnership. He felt the competition with Paul who would come in with 15 songs and want to record them all. John told me, 'I don't want to be in, you know, "Paul & the Beatles". I don't want to be a sideman for Paul. It's not what I want to do anymore.' John Lennon had a very strong influence on me by giving me advice on how to start trying to live a normal life again. How do I find a way to walk down the street or go to a restaurant and not be paranoid? We talked a lot about that. There were certain things that I could say to him and he could say to me that no other people on earth could understand except perhaps the other Beatles and Elvis.

#the other side #random reading #john lennon

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Secret Admirer (2/2)

(Unedited) (Support Me Links🌺)(Idk I like this idea but I feel like I did it dirty a little. Might end up doing this again at some point for fun.)

The following week the letters continue to pile up in Reader’s room. She wants to stop writing them after what she witnessed. Her hear hurts as she keeps thinking about the way Hawk just crumbled her letter up and discarded it with no second thought into his bag.

She knows she should just give up and never say anything, just throw all the letters away and stop writing them.

But she can’t help but continue to put her feelings down on her notebook paper during her spare time. The letters still talk about her undying feelings. She only sparsely mentions the fact she witnessed him throw her first letter away. She doesn’t want to focus on that.

One day she slips another letter into his locker but she doesn’t try and stick around this time to find out if he actually gets it.

She has it stuck in her mind that he will probably just threw it out this time, straight into the garbage.

What she doesn’t know is that Hawk actually read the first letter she slipped into his locker. He was to paranoid to read it in front of his friends. Both Miguel and Demetri had joked about it saying it was probably some sick prank, someone trying to pull one over on him because no one actually slips love letters into lockers these days.

Miguel jokes it sounds like something Sensei would do in the 80s or something. But Hawk couldn’t help but wonder if that was really the case.

When he gets home he throws his stuff down and fishes the crumpled paper out of his bag. He try’s his best to flatten out the paper and open it. Sitting down he reads it over and over again, out loud and in his head. The words really make it sound like they mean it, like someone actually had feelings for him. He wants to think it's a joke but he can tell someone actually put their heart into every word.

Someone actually liked him.

He thought the letter was cute and even sweet. He was a little embarrassed because a few parts pointed out things he didn't want people to know, like the fact he slipped Sam a candy bar during lunch or the time he noticed Miguel got a question wrong on his homework so he erased it and put the right answer down before turning it in for him. He didn't think anyone had seen him do any of that.

He blushed a little when he got to a part where his secret admirer pointed out things features they liked about him. Apparently they noticed the way his lips twitched when she smiled for too long, or the way nose crinkled when he smirked.

He ends up putting the letter into a old folder under his bed. Be can't help but think about it as he falls asleep.

The next week he's surprised when he finds another letter in his locker. This time he sneaks it into his bag without any of his friends seeing. He reads it in the bathroom. It's just as sweet as the last one. He ends up frowning at the very end because he gets the feeling that his secret admire may have seen him find the first letter.

They seem upset, believing he just threw the letter away because of the way he acted in front of his friends and how he crumpled the letter up. He wants to tell them that it wasn't like that, he read the letter when he got home.

But once again the letter has no name or even any hints as to who this person is. Just subtle hints that they are shy and most likely had never talked to him before.

His new mission is to try and figure out who his secret admire is.

The next few weeks are maddning for the boy. Every two or three days a new letter shows up in his locker. Every letter only giving small hints on the person writing them. By the third letter he knows it's a girl, who's shy and keeps out of the spot light. Letter four makes him think that she is in one of his classes and sits close to his table at lunch.

Letter five is when he realizes she may be a new student, she shows little knowledge of the school, she has a hard time knowing the rules about the lunch room and patio situation.

It took two whole months for him to narrow down who his admirer might be.

It was a split second in gym class when she noticed her in the corner. Just a split moment where their eyes meet and she looked away instantly. At first he thought it was just a strange one time thing, just a weird coincidence. But then he noticed her in his history class, then at lunch, then around the hallways. She always seemed to be right around the corner from him.

Then he realized SHE was a new student, only being a the school for a few months now at most.

He took the time to look her over, she was cute, he could even say adorable. She was chubby with round little cheeks and a thick body. She had curves and little rolls in all the right places that made his eyes linger on her a little longer then he should. She mostly kept to herself and didn’t seem to really talk to anyone. He wondered if she was truly just a shy person in general, not just with the secret notes.

He was finally done with the cat and mouse game they where playing. He was dead set on finally figuring out if she was really his secret admirer.

One day Hawk decided to skip lunch and wait in the bathrooms next to the hallway that had his locker in it. He shrugged off his friends and said he would meet them in the lunchroom at some point. He questioned him but after a while of him brushing them off they finally left him to his own devices. He stud in the bathroom doorway for a few minutes after the lunch bell rang and everyone had cleared out of the halls.

His eyes locked on his locker as she hid in the open doorway of the bathrooms. His eyes narrowed as he saw movement from around the corner of the hallway.

That’s when he saw her.

She timidly rounded the corner and looked around before digging into her backpack and pulling out a slip of paper. She chewed at her lip as she walked up to Hawk’s locker. Just before she could slip the thin paper between the open slits, Hawk rushed out.

“Hey what the fuck are you doing with my locker?!”

She spun around and held the paper firm to her chest. She gasped and within a moment Hawk knew she was about to bolt. He could definitely corner her but he didn’t want to actually scare her.

“Are you the one leaving the…notes in my locker?”

Her eyes where wide as she opened her mouth, but her lips trembled. Nothing came out as she tried to talk, her words stuck in her throat as she started at the other teen.

Hawk felt bad for a split second, he did just jump scare her in the middle of trying to slip a love note into his locker. He coughed a little before saying.

“If your where, I would be ok with you just actually handing it to me. And maybe just you know, talking with me.” He knew he sounded weak in that moment but he couldn’t help it. She was to cute in that moment.

She slowly nodded before shyly handing th folded up letter to him.

“How about I read this over lunch and you sit with me? So we can actually talk. I would kinda like to get to know the person who has been sending me such….sweet letters for months now.”

Hawk held the letter tight in his hand as he watched the girl nod before staring to walk towards the cafeteria.The two of them silently walking next to each other as they made their way to lunch. A small smile on both of their faces.

The secret that had been weighing on both of their minds finally gone.

#cobra kai #cobra kai blog #cobra kai ask blog #cobra kai blurbs #hawk moskowitz blurb #eli hawk moskowitz #cobra kai hawk #hawk x reader #cobra kai hawk x reader #hawk moskowitz #hawk moskowitz x chubby reader #eli moskowitz x chubby reader #cobra kai x chubby reader #chubby reader #shy!reader #cobra kai imagine

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Hiii ! I had already asked that question, but I will ask it again because you didn't respond to it last time but at the same time it's harmless (I think), and if you don't respond again then I guess it isn't harmless 😭

I was wondering how you got into art ? Have you ever made art yourself like painting, drawing, and sculpture and decided to study that, or do you really just love art history and never had touched a pen to draw in your life? And how did your family react ?

And another question was were you in school, or work when you were writing AHB (I mean in general when you are writing actually) and if so, how did you find time to write and read? Because as a writer I feel like an important part is to read but when I do write I don't read, and I know that a big part of that is just school and I don't have time, but maybe you got a magic trick or smth?

hi! yeah it is harmless i am just SEVERELY behind on answering asks these days but i am not intentionally ignoring you/anyone. i am just behind on asks, sorry! also i get rambly under the cut so this is a warning!

as far as how i got into art, i used to volunteer at my local art museum when i was in high school!! and during that time i got to talk to a bunch of curators and educators and i was like,,,,, 'yeah. i wanna do this'

i am NOT artistic at all,,, i can't draw or paint to save my life el oh el. i had to take a fine arts course as an undergrad in uni which was fairly rudimentary ,,, just exploring different art mediums,,, color theory,, etc. and i was SO BAD at it,, so. bad. we had to bring in our art projects for critique and i still have nightmares about that...oof.

as far as my family support,,,, also el oh el. uhm,, no one was very thrilled with my life decisions to say the least...but i do not care! it's my life to live! then when my sister went to uni and said she wanted to be a biomedical engineer major n maybe go to med school,, well they put all their attention on her so we move!

also yes!! i was in school while i was writing ahb! i was in my final year of undergrad, i worked full time as a resident assistant at my university and i worked part time at a call center (<- WORST JOB OF MY FUCKING LIFE) and sometimes i would pick up extra shifts at my university's campus store because i was paying my own way through undergrad and so honestly.... the truth is i hardly slept. which is not healthy and i do not recommend that you do that at all. by any means. thankfully, because it was my final year i had some easy "blow off" classes in addition to upper division art history courses so the workload was lighter than previous semesters.

but my RA job would put me "on call" which meant i was the one an entire building of 500+ college girls would call if there was emergency of any kind (could be something serious like a fire or a strange man in the girls dorms or someone needing serious medical attention to something miniscule someone's fire alarm running out of batteries). and we would be on call for 24 hours on the weekends or 5pm to 8 am on weekdays. and if you missed a call because you were asleep you would be fired immediately no questions asked. and bc i got my housing and a lot of my income from that job,,,, i would get so paranoid and stressed abt missing a phone call that i wouldn't sleep at all when i was on call. so i did a lot of my writing for ahb! during those times at like 5am while i was on call. i was also required to work 10-15 hours a week at the front at my university through my RA position and it was a 24 hour desk and i got the night shift where literally nobody would come in. i'd work 10pm-2am on tuesdays and thursdays and then a few hours on saturday (But those were normally busy). and i would write my fanfic then!!! (should've been doing school work ,,, but alas) <- so for the "sHE CoULd'vE aT lEasT EdiTed iT" crowd who have beef with ahb!,,, i was too busy trying to graduate uni and working 3 jobs to do anything but post. so eat dirt.

additionally, i didn't read fanfic when i was writing ahb! for the most part. i was reading a ton before i started writing and then i think i was only able to keep up with the choices updates and picked up heavy fanfic reading again once ahb! was finished.

so no magic tricks from me unfortunately :(( i think it was only feasible bc i was operating on like zero sleep and my course load was light the final semester, and i got lucky with my job hours !! otherwise,, i didn't really do anything else. like i stopped reading, stopped watching shows,, etc,, if i had free time i would be on the google doc hahaha

#asks #and that's my life story good lord

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trordiscord · 1 year

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FEST MASTERLIST

Huge thank you to all of our amazing participants! We have a total of 15 submissions from 11 creators who produced a total of 2 fabulous art pieces and 46,688 written words for this fest!

Please check out all our amazing entries under the cut!

❤ Insatiate by doshu E | 1.9k | Complete | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Voldemort stole both Harry and the Philosopher’s Stone, and doomed Harry to live a half-life. That was ten years ago.

❤ In the library [Art] by chiocchi G | Art | No Archive Warnings Apply

Tom Riddle was always the last one to go to sleep and the first to wake up. Sleeping was a waste of time that left him in a vulnerable state and he didn't trust anyone. Dating Harry wasn't going to change that. Or so he thought.

❤ Friends with Knives (and Benefits) by ChemFreak E | 5k | Complete | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Tom discovers that his fuckbuddy/friend with benefits/roommate Harry has a very compatible kink. What begins as a mutual arrangement quickly develops into something more.

❤ nothing left to lose by eleven_eaves E | 7.4k | WIP | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Earlier that day, they had gotten into such a disagreement, the same one as always. But Tom held all the cards, and he knew it. “Please...” Harry begs. “Please, put it... put it back in me. I need to feel it again.” Tom smiles down at him, vicious and coldly amused. “No.”

❤ monochrome by Ilyaa_zzz M | 5.4k | Complete | No Archive Warnings Apply

Tom deals with soulmates. “I found her,” you say, and it is the tone of your voice that clues me in on what you are talking about. We have gone over this before- the name tattooed on your wrist. We have talked about what would happen if we ever found her, what you would like me to do or say if it were me who crossed paths with her. I called you paranoid, then, because it is only a small percent of people in this world that ever cross paths with their soulmate. But I should have known, if someone could have such luck, then it would be you.

❤ Anniversary by doshu E | 3.7k | Complete | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

There’s a feather-light touch to Harry’s scar, one that lingers before trailing around the side of his face, coming to rest over his lower lip and tugging it slightly. Harry steels himself, then opens his eyes. “Hello, husband,” he says, facing Voldemort’s hungry gaze. “Happy anniversary.”

❤ Identity by crowthing E | 5.1k | Complete | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

It's been a year since Harry and Tom started dating, and a few days since Tom found out about his inheritance. They decide to celebrate their anniversary by taking a trip to the middle of nowhere to check out the Gaunt estate. This should be fine and perfectly safe. If Tom's warnings about his alter ego were actually serious, it would have come up by now.

❤ Stress Relief by Lolo_69 E | 2.7k | Complete | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Tom gets back from a grueling day of work at the MoM only to find his boyfriend already in bed, asleep.

❤ it's kind of tripping me up babe, i've got it bad for you by Limonium E | 3.4k | Complete | No Archive Warnings Apply

This could've been prevented, if they were paying attention. Harry says they were. Voldemort sighs, exasperated. His little menace. “Were we?” “Yeah.” Harry answers confidently. Paying attention to each other. Voldemort pinches him on his side for his cheek. Who would’ve expected magical books to be so volatile around people having sex? * In which they get isekai'd into a cursed erotica book.

❤ We're (Not) Together by doshu E | 3k | Complete | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

From Tom's point of view, they never broke up.

❤ you alone of all creatures by pwplicity (duplicity) E | 3.3k | Complete | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

You never ask, and I do not offer. What we have—what we do—is an illicit, unspoken affair. There is no place for us in the light, where my robes bear a Prefect’s badge and you are addressed as ‘sir’, and so I have been cornering you, for weeks now, in darkened corridors and dusty, abandoned classrooms.

❤ silk of midnight and dawn by Sinning Ilya (Ilyaa_zzz) E | 2.9k | Complete | Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Harry approaches, quietly, arms raised in front of him. But it doesn’t take long before pale skin transforms into soft fur as dark as the night sky. Red eyes, now green, look at Harry with such an intensity that he has to take a step back. Four-legged and as imposing as he is when standing in two, Tom Riddle has transformed into a panther. It’s a big thing, compared to Harry’s short build, exuding raw power as if it was a second skin clinging to it. It stalks around him, sniffing his clothes with what Harry hopes is harmless curiosity. Harry swallows thickly, with difficulty, the sound almost audible in the sudden silence that appears to have fallen over them. Deep down Harry knows he is safe. He knows Tom remains somewhere inside the beast’s head, that Tom would never let anything happen to him. But it isn’t often that one encounters such a ferocious animal, dangerous and on the loose, so who can blame him if he feels like he is going to shit his pants any second now?

❤ Because it is his by TheOnceandFutureQueenofTarts E | 2k | Complete | No Archive Warnings Apply

He glanced over his shoulder and caught Tom staring intently at Harry’s… well, Tom’s arse. “Tom.” To his credit, Tom showed not an ounce of shame as he let his eyes drift up to meet Harry’s. “Yes, darling?” “Were you just effectively checking yourself out?” Or: One time, someone told Tom to go f*** himself. He took that to heart.

❤ The Green Herring by duplicity G | 0.7k | Complete | No Archive Warnings Apply

There are more important things to know about Harry Evans.

❤ That's Your Boyfriend by solavonn (vonnibel) G | Art | No Archive Warnings Apply

In which Tom decides to try out Quidditch and Harry is in awe featuring Ron Weasley.

#tomarry #tomarrymort #harrymort #tom riddle #harry potter #voldemort #february fest #masterpost

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amberjazmyn · 6 months

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bau team one shot

𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮 - i'm still here though, aren't i?

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 - angst, older brother x spencer, fatherless x spencer, fatherless x lottie, failed suicide attempt, teenage sister, crying, yelling, spencer focused, mentally unwell and institutionalized mother x spencer x lottie

𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 - dr spencer reid's teenage sister, lottie (charlotte), had attempted suicide and for the first time since it happened, the brother and sister got into a heated argument whilst in the conference room of the bau because lottie refused to talk about it to her brother. she refused because whilst she's glad it failed, she's too stubborn to be the first to admit it. this was the argument in which she realised how wrong she was and why it hurt her older brother so much.

𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 - this will be an awfully heavy chapter so, like always, please read with caution or don't read at all. flashbacks to the event of lottie's attempt will be in italics, as will all the other flashbacks and the present time will be in normal font and everything will be in lowercase like all my sad ones have been recently. i love you all and please, stay safe

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in hindsight, spencer should have known that there was something wrong with his teenage sister, lottie but, he just thought that he was being paranoid and incorrectly profiling his sister and treating her like a victim or unsub. i mean, lottie is spencer's younger sister and his only sibling that didn't leave him after their dad abandonded them and left them with their mentally unwell mother so, spencer didn't want to constantly get in his sister's way or incorrectly profile her for no reason. he wanted her to have some freedom, especially now that she was eighteen, having just turned that age the day before her attempt. however, he should have realised that maybe, he shouldn't have been not profiling her and he should have been keeping an eye on his beloved baby sister where she felt like as a last resort to get her older brother's attention that she had to attempt suicide, let alone even think about it for spencer to realise that she still needs her older brother.

lottie's attempt

it was everything she could have ever wanted. the bathtub was nearly spilling over with water from the bath and the adjacent showever that was sure to run cold in minutes if not seconds. the razor blades, a mix of hers and her brothers, some knives big and small and her brother's old glock 26, the gun that hotch had given to him to kill his first ever unsub all rested on a side table that had been brought in, with a large envelope with letters that had been handwritten for every single person in lottie's life from her sick mom, estranged dad, her brother spencer and her bau brothers, parents and grandpa all resting in clear view on the side table. she was all still dressed in what she had worn for her birthday dinner the night before, a sweet little white dress that had cut-outs on the side, carefully stepped into the overflowing bathtub and she began to cut her wrists with one of the few razor blades that she had stolen from her brother's bathroom. lottie had been cutting at her wrists for the past few minutes before she realised she wasn't getting anywhere and she wasn't bleeding as much as she hoped she would. so, that was when she had to bring in the big guns, and literally. eighteen-year-old lottie reid had somehow managed to find spencer's old glock 26 given to him by hotch and snuck it away into her own room when no one was looking. she had grabbed the gun, about to shoot herself in the neck through one of the major arteries that would have killed her if it shot her in the right place, when the sudden noise of her brother and the rest of the bau team coming home scared her due to the loud front door closing after being possibly kicked open by derek morgan. this then scared lottie, more than she'd ever admit to anyone which caused her to fumble with the glock, trying to get it to shoot her in the right place when the bullet nicked her in the shoulder, causing her to scream and fall back into the bath. the scream obviously made the bau jump slightly in fear but none more so than spencer. without a second to think, alongside morgan and prentiss, they ran up the stairs and into the bathroom whilst hotch, garcia, jareau and rossi took care of everything downstairs. prentiss, reid and morgan ran into spencer's bathroom and what they then saw wasn't something that would easily be erased from their memories.

"charlotte louise reid!" spencer's loud but worried voice called out, reverberating throught the apartment as his sister, who had since lost consciousness from the loss of blood and open wounds, lay unresponsive in the bathtub of her older brother's bathroom

"come on lottie! what have you done to yourself!" spencer calls out, his authoritarian voice at its fullest as the three agents walk through the hallway and straight away, the three of them walk into spencer's bedroom as the majority of the time, he would come home after a long day of working on a case and either lottie would be asleep cuddled up between the blankets on his bed or watching netlix.

however, this time, the tv nor anything else was on to suggest that the scream had come from a tv show or even a youtube video. rhis obviously sparked the worst fear and unsettling feeling in spencer especially because he knew that his neighbours in the apartments around them were on vacation but it only made them rush into that room that much quicker once they remembered that none of the other tvs in lottie's own room or in the sitting room was on so something had to have happened to lottie because that scream now could have only come from her.

without even thinking about the fact that his sister could be right in front of the bathroom door about to come out to say it was all a big misunderstanding or that nothing was really wrong, spencer took his chance and went all derek morgan and kicked in his bathroom door. this then revealed something that was both from his nightmares and what he saw on the daily as an fbi agent. spencer's entire body almost inwardly collapsed as he tried to think as rationally as he could to get help for his little sister. derek immediately without a second to think, blink or breathe, yanked his phone from his belt and dialled 911, requesting the closest ambulance whilst spencer attempted to grab his sister's collapsed, wet, bloodied unconscious body out of the bath. which, as you can imagine, ended up being more of a challenge then the three agents thought. especially when they considered the fact that lottie was fully dressed and the mixture of being completely soaked making her that much heavier to pick up.

"...reid, the paramedics have been called, their closest ambulance is three minutes away. do...do you and prentiss need a hand? derek calls out, calm and collected as he places his phone to the ground aimlessly to see that spencer and emily were more than struggling to get his younger sister out of the bathtub in his bathroom

"please morgan? i'm so confused, what...what did she fucking do?" spencer mumbled to himself as he tried to figure out what his sister could have even done to herself to draw this amount of blood

after assisting spencer and derek with removing lottie from the bathtub and to the agent's bed, emily had caught onto the things that were resting next to the bathtub and the bathroom sink. she almost choked on her own voice which caught spencer and derek's attention as they looked up from stroking lottie's hair as they sat next to her on spencer's bed.

"you alright emily? did...did you find something?" spencer spoke up as he tried to attend to his little sister and dry her before the paramedics arrived

"spence, there...there's a mix of your razor blades, her razor blades, an assortment of knives and...and hotch's old glock 26 that he gave to you, shotting herself since she felt unsatisfied that the razor blades and knives weren't doing as much as she wanted them to so she tried to directly shoot herself..." emily trailed off, really making spencer feel sick

"...how...how did she even know where that gun was, let...let alone find it, em?" spencer stuttered out, not even able to be mad or blame anyone as emily and derek just shook their heads, not knowing either

"i...i don't know spence, i...i would have never imagined you even leaving it out in an easily acessible area let alone keeping it so where did she find it?" emily was just as flabbergasted that her little sister could have found the glock 26 just like how spencer and derek were shocked that their little sister could find it

"she was clearly very smart and particular about it though," emily mumbled as spencer nodded his head as the three of them then focused back over to lottie who was still unconscious and unresponsive when spencer realised something

it confused him because it was very obvious that, where her gunshot wound from the glock 26 was, was not where it intended to be. then it clicked in spencer's head, realising what his little sister had tried to do and it made him dizzy, feel sick and choke on his tears. his eyes then followed his sister to the bathroom sink where emily had previously found the gun, knives and razor blades and then found an envelope. this moment was when it seemed like it all finally connected and made sense to spencer and it was a connection that seemed to be all too obvious as well. lottie's accident was anything but an accident. spencer finally realised that she had this all on purpose because she was trying to commit suicide but, ultimately failed. this all made sense when he thought about the gunshot wound in lottie's shoulder, she wouldn't have ever shot herself in the shoulder if she wanted to kill herself, no one would, she was obviously trying to get her neck or an artery where she would have died instantly. it seemed as if the moment that he and the rest of the bau had walked into the house that the door being kicked open scared lottie, hence the failed gunshot wound on her part. however, spencer had never been so grateful for the fact he had caught his sister on time, he couldn't lose anotehr family member for what would be the third time, not again. he was also glad when the loud and invasive noises of the ambulance sirens were heard, it meant that his sister had the possibility of being saved. emily and derek also had a moment to breathe as well as what they had seen was also traumatising for them, sure they weren't actually lottie's biological siblngs, and neither were the rest of the bau team but, that team is the closest thing to a family that the reid siblings have to a family.

despite being discharged from the hospital for about two months now, lottie was still stuck on the fact that she didn't owe anyone an explanation of what happened so, she refused to talk about what happened and why she did what she did. this was something that the extended bau family understood because it was a boundary for her and they didn't push it and profile her. however, spencer, her brother did because that's his little sister, of course he was going to push it and profile her because he wanted an answer from his sister. something, anything, just one little thing that could satisfy him enough that he could breathe and go to sleep easier at night without worrying about something else horrible happening to his sister. however, lottie wasn't ready to provide an answer for her brother just yet and, usually, spencer would 100% understand that but, this time, he couldn't let it go. the last time that happened, he nearly lost his baby sister and was almost a suicide statstic, that was something he did not want, not at all, not again, especially when he and his sister was part of the abandoned children and mentally ill mother in an institution statistic. he wasn't wanting to take that chance again only to possibly lose his sister again.

"...lottie, bub, can we have a chat please?" spencer suddenly asks his sister as she had come to the bau after college, having a chat with emily and aaron

"sure we can spence, what's up?" lottie smiled, saying a quick goodbye to emily and aaron before sitting down on the conference table next to her brother

"i know that it's been two months since it happened, the accident. i understand that you refuse to talk to me about it and that you always say you don't owe anyone an explanation, and this is not me purposefully making you talk about it in full detail but, can you just give me something...anything as a reason for why you thought your life was so insignificant and unimportant that you decided to do what you did?" spencer spoke calmly, he wasn't raising his voice, he wasn't making a scene, he was just simply and kindly asking his sister a question that had been eating away at his insides for an entire two months

lottie, however, didn't hear and process that question the same way. she saw that as her brother invading her personal space and profiling her and, she hated it on the outside even though her insides were just waiting to hear it because she just wanted to be heard but at the same time, she didn't because of how stubborn she is.

"spencer, please, stop! i'm not ready to talk about it so, can we please not have this conversation, especially here?" lottie begged as she gulped, obviously embarrassed over the fact that she was in the bau building in the conference and it was being talked about and her brother could profile her - not because of what she did

"lottie, i've given you your space and time even though it has made me sick to my stomach every single day! can you please just give me something? make me understand your side of the story without profiling. do you even understand what you did?" spencer slightly raises his voice which makes lottie panic slightly because, in all truthfulness, the girl really had no real understanding or concept of the consequences her suicide attempt had

"i do understand what i did and it annoys me every single day that i failed. why do you think i attempted it in the first place?" now lottie was raising her voice and it was becoming quite clear that at this point, she was not meaning what she was saying - she didn't even realise the words she was even saying, she literally just wanted to one-up her brother

"lottie, bub, you don't mean that!" spencer was getting more and more agitated, lottie could tell and whilst it broke her heart, it made her want to fight him even more so, she did

"i'm being serious, spencer, i really do mean it! if only it wasn't for the fact that you and the rest of the team decided to come and check on me, kicking the door down at the exact right time, the gun wouldn't have shot me in the shoulder, it would've got me straight in the carotid artery and i would have been dead within minutes if not seconds!" lottie's voice was loud, it was aggressive and there was no ounce of regret or remorse that spencer could profile out of his sister for what she said and it hurt everyone that heard it

lottie was smart, of course, she was! her dad worked in a law firm, her mom a literature college professor and her brother is a literal walking, talking genius ecyclopedia. however, sometimes, lottie's brain goes into overdrive. andwould send her mixed signals, like her mom, which is what's happening right now which caused her to be confused. it became obvious that what lottie was saying right now was nothing remotely close to what sh actually meant or even usually say, even if it sounded and looked as if she meant it without any regret. right now she'd usually be panicking and on the verge of crying her eyes out in the comfort of her brother's chest or underneath an office table. lottie knew that no matter what, she'd always be given the comfort she needed and the forgiveness even after her suicide attempt and the way she was acting right now.

"charlotte louise reid, do you realise the damage from what you did two months ago? do you understand the pain it put me through?" spencer's voice was going up an octave due to his emotions slowly taking over as he stood up

"maybe i do and maybe i don't but, i'm still here though, aren't i?!" lottie screeched as she also stood up to match her brother whilst spencer stood back in shock as he shook his head

"yes, you are here! i'm fucking glad you're still alive but if you just understand and really listen to what i'm going to say next, then you'll truly understand the grief, pain, horror and anxiety you put me and every single person in that room through!" spencer paused as lottie locked her jaw as she braced herself for what her brother was going to say next

"charlotte, you not only stole the glock 26 that hotch gave me from i don't even know where but also grabbed any knife you could find. aswell as breaking apart all of my own and your own razors in my bathroom and took that fucking gun to what was originally your carotid artery and shoot yourself in my bathtub after you realised you cutting yourself wasn't going to kill yourself let alone satisfy you. you have no idea how terrified emily, derek and i were when we heard that scream and saw you laying there just unconscious in my bathtub that was filled with bloodied water..."

"...spence--"

"--no! charlotte, you don't get to speak because you don't seem to grasp the seriousness of the consequences of your actions from two months ago that is still ongoing! you have no clue how scared aaron, david, jennifer and penelope were when they also heard that scream from the lounge room of the apartment as they watched derek, emily and i rush down that seemingly neverending hallway to help you, to make sure you stayed alive! you don't have any clue how many tears i cried at that hospital, how many hours i spent laying awake hoping and praying to a god i don't even think i truly believe exists, just hoping that you would wake up. how many nightmares had about me, derek and emily running into that room and not being able to save you? how many hours i spent sitting in that god-awful uncomfortable chair, my entire body going numb because i didn't dare to move one single limb off of that seat? the last time i felt this helpless was when dad left us and then everything that happened with mom and all of those terrible things i went through with the fbi, charlotte. i am trying, i am trying so fucking hard to take care of you on my own without mom and dad to make sure you are happy and alive as well as myself and mom when i go visit her. i am so desperately sorry that whatever it was that i did had made you feel this way and that was what you had to do to get my attention. if it was my fault, i will take full responsibility for it because i should take care of your but, please, just give me on little piece of anything that will tell me why you thought writing those suicide letters and trying to kill yourself was the right thing to do. just so i can go to sleep without the crippling fear that you'll try to do it again, because i already have the worry that you'll one day be kidnapped by an unsub, when i'm asleep and not able to help you causing me to only be left with mom, please, i beg you, charlotte, just talk to me..." spencer's anger trailed away as he saw the way his sister's face changed as tears welled in her eyes

this was the first time since it happened that lottie was finally able to comprehend the consequences of her suicide attempt had actually done to everyone around her. this comprehension of her consequences scared the living crap out of her and now she understood what everyone else was going through. finally, it had sunk into her head that she did try to kill herself with aaron's/spencer's glock 26 that even she couldn't remember where she found it and that she was originally aiming for her carotid artery after the scars on her arms weren't as effective as she thought they would be before resorting to the gun. tears slowly fell down her cheeks as her leaned into her brother's chest and felt herself not able to move from the safety of her brother's chest.

"...i...i am so sorry spence," she whispered out as her soft, tearful apology broke spencer's heart into millions of tiny pieces as he hugged his sister tightly, grateful that his team weren't eavesdropping and left the brother and sister on their own

"oh, lottie, bub, ssh, it's okay," spencer spoke softly as he hugged his little sister as tightly as he ever had before whilst everyone else just watched on, though not listening, hoping that the both of them would stop their fighting

"no spence, it wasn't okay and it'll never be okay. i...i had no reason to even think like that, let alone feel like that," lottie cried as she hadn't clutched onto her brother's shirt this tight in years

"you're human, lottie, that's all you need to be told to know that what you were feeling was incredibly valid. in fact, i am so incredibly sorry that i didn't see the signs earlier given the fact that i'm a profile *giggles*. i love you so much charlotte louise reid, i really do. you are my entire world, you are one of the very last things that i was blessed with from mom and dad and if i was to be on this earth without you, i...i really don't know how i'd still be able to breathe every day. you along with mom and the bau family are my one reason, the only thing i need to know is that i can still smile and continue on with my life and that is because lottie, you are my little sister! i love you so incredibly much and whilst you scare me half the time *tearful giggles* i wouldn't want to change anything about you because i can't and i don't want to. all i can do is simply guide you through life like mom and for a period of time, dad, and just hope that what i'm doing is right. you are such an intelligent girl that i truly do worry about you but my god, you have no clue how thankful i am that your eyes opened on that day two months ago! i am so beyond thankful that you woke up..." spencer trailed off as lottie calmed herself down but remained silent in her brother's embrace as they then moved to sit back on the conference table

two months ago

it seemed as though spencer would be waiting an eternity before his little sister would open her eyes and wake up from the coma she had been placed in after her suicide attempt. right at this moment, however, spencer didn't care how long it took as he wouldn't be moving a single muscle until his sister's gorgeous hazel eyes opened, which the entire family had inherited, and looked back into his own hazel eyes. he didn't care that he was losing sleep, it was normal for him, that. hewas constantly dehydrated from refusing food and drink and all the tears he was crying. he didn't care that his entire body was slowly becoming numb due to staying in the same position day in day out. the older brother was even refusing to leave virigina to go on cases because he didn't want to miss the moment his sister opened her eyes. he was adamant that his little sister was going to pull through and recover from her attempt and live another day. he was adamant that his little sister was going to pull through and recover from her attempt and live another day. spencer just wanted some belief that his little sister wasn't going to die on him, he had already been through that with so many victims on cases as well as the abandonment of their father and the instiutionalisation of their mother. he really didn't want to go through it a second time for another year because that year with the loss of not just all those victims but the added abandonment of senior supervisory special agent jason gideon were all so traumatic that he almost thought about giving up his own life before lottie, still unbeknownst to her, literally saved his life. he never wanted his sweet, precious little sister, his innocent and loving little charlotte louise to be subjected to such pain, the same one that he had from their dad's abandonment and their mother's institutionalisation and all the traumatic cases he sees as a bau agent that it never registered in his mind that she was also hurting from their dad's abandonment and mother's institutionalisation which he ignored. obviously unintentionally as he'd never intentionally ignore his sister, ever, but this time, he was just so caught up in his own way of taking care of business whilst trying to stay afloat himself that he, completely forgot that lottie was going through the same struggles but maybe just that much more because of how much more younger she was when their dad left and when their mom was institutionalised.

"lottie, bub, i...i am so sorry!" spencer's exhausted, desperate voice apologised, his head resting on his sister's bed as he begged for the little (eighteen-year-old) girl to just open her eyes

"i'm so sorry that i was so ignorant of your feelings and how much you've also been suffering without dad and mom! i...i just got so caught up in everything that i-"

"-spence?" a soft, delicate but barely audible voice grabbed spencer's attention

straight away, his head snapped up and the second his faded hazel eyes met with his sister's faded hazel eyes, he almost choked on his words.

"lottie?" his weak voice whispered as lottie struggled to push herself up against the bed's frame, spencer fully straightened himself out as he was still trying to comprehend what happened

lottie's vision blurred, as did spencer's, as she tried to figure out in her head where she was when, it did finally click in her head where she was, ignoring what she had done. all she allowed herself to know was that she was in the hospital in quantico, virigina.

"lottie! spencer's voice cracked as lottie moved closer to her brother and he also moved closer as spencer hugged his sister, a hug that had been long overdue

"i....i am so sorry!" lottie whispered into the hug as all spencer cared about right now was that his sister was awake, knowing that for a while, lottie would be very stubborn, ignorant and pretend it didn't exist so, for her, that's what he did as well

"no, no, it's okay! don't apologise bub! you're awake, that's all. that matters to me!" spencer cooed as a nurse must have realised that lottie had woken up as within a couple of minutes, lottie was having her vitals checked and was taken off of all the extra tubes she was attached to as it was very obvious she was now awake after they had taken her out of the coma the night before

however, she was having to stay in the hospital for a while in the suicide watch ward just to make sure she was safe enough on her own which, she and spencer understood perfectly. it just meant that by the time she was discharged that she'd have a lot of explaining to do, not just to herself but, also to her bau family.

lottie's twenty-first birthday

today was the third anniversary of lottie's failed suicide attempt as well as the day after her twenty-first birthday which was a big deal for her and the bau family. meaning that in another two months' time, it was going to. bethe "anniversary" of the arguement that the brother and sister had about the said suicide attempt. since that day, the two of them, spencer and lottie, had been going to therapy and not once was it regretted. it worked so well that not once did the brother or sister hold back on their feelings and, it truthfully brought the two of them unexplainably closer together.

however, there was one singular thing that stood out to spencer the most about his sister's attempt those three years ago. it was something she had said at one of the therapy sessions she had invited emily, spencer's fellow bau team member and one of her bau sister's who had also found her that day three years ago. despite how soul-destroyingly simple it was, it made so much sense and everything clicked in the two federal agent's heads. the mantra that ever single "influential" mental health influencers had told her after the abandonment of her dad and the insitutionalisation of her mom, that it was going to get better and that everything was going to be okay, had been lost so far down into lottie's mind that she forgot that she had been given permission to not always be okay and feel like nothing was going to get better because knowing it was going to get better was constantly being shoved down her throat that it had confused her and meddled with her mind for so long that it felt like nothing was working for her anymore that the only option that she thought was going to help her was to try and kill herself.

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drsreid charlotte louise reid, my sweet angel. twenty-one years ago yesterday, i was given the biggest blessing in the entire world, i was given you, my little sister. whilst you have gone through so much in the last three years, i couldn't have been any prouder of how you've gotten up off the floor and continued on. you inspire me every single day and i know you inspire every single person in our family, both blood-related and extended bau family. i know i always say this but, you are truly the reason why me and mom are able to wake up every morning and smile. i know we've had it rough, especially with dad's abandonment, mom's institutionalisation, and your suicide attempt three years ago today as well as your birthday yesterday, i am so proud of the way you've handled all of these hardships whilst also being so positive at the same time. since the attempt three years ago, you've never once allowed yourself to give up because you want to prove to that scared little eighteen-year-old lottie that you are strong and that you can do everything and anything you put your mind to because you are lottie louise reid and we never give up, ever! i know mom is proud of you as am i but don't forget how proud the bau family are of you. we are so grateful that we were blessed with you as our sister and daughter. i know you had an amazing birthday yesterday but have fun in greece with the girls and your boyfriend and i hope all of your wishes come true, please drink safely since you can finally drink cause you're twenty-one. i love you forever and a day lottie, i love you every single day 🤍🤍

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lottiereid aw, spence, you are my favourite person in the entire world! i love you so much and thank you for being such an amazing older brother! i never take you for granted, love you most spence 🤍🤍

drsreid lottiereid 🤍🤍 i'm glad to be your favourite person in the world

emilyprentiss happy twenty-first lottie lots! have an amazing weekend and drink responsibly 🤍🤍

aaronhotchner happy birthday lottie! what a sweet birthday message this is spencer! and please, for uncle hotch's poor heart, drink responsibly

penelopegarcia this is so precious. happy birthday my sweet lottie louise 🤍🤍

jenniferjareau happy twenty-first little reid! be safe in greece 🤍🤍

davidrossi this was such a sweet post for your sister, spencer!

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lottiereid you turn twenty-one, travel to greece and live your mamma mia fantasy with your besties and boyfriend! 📸 caileanhennessy

happy twenty-first for yesterday charlotte louise reid. it makes me so happy to see you turn twenty-one. three years ago, you weren't even thinking this far ahead or even making nineteenth but, you did. now you're twenty-one and you can drink everywhere in the world now but most importantly in your own country! you used to be so shy, anxious, depressed, insecure and suicidal and you didn't like having any attention to yourself. now, at twenty-one, you've grown up to be so sassy, gorgeous, confident, loving, courageous, happy and a hilarious young woman who has a smoking hot lad (who's an fbi agent) for a boyfriend, cailean, one amazing brother spencer, and another entire group of people who you call your family who has seen you grow up as you live your best life and i couldn't be prouder of you.

it's also been more than a few years since dad left and mom was sent away and three years since you thought the entire world would be better without you so you tried to shoot yourself in the neck. you ended up fumbling with the gun and nicked your shoulder because your older brother and bau family had all come home at the same time, and the mixture of the door being kicked open scared you. you were admitted to the hospital for two months but after turning nineteen, twenty and now twenty-one, you are so beyond grateful that you survived the attempt. you don't regret the attempt because both you and spencer promised that after that day, you'd live without regrets, you just wished that you felt confident in talking to spencer or someone else about your emotions and the things that you had happening inside of your brain that could have prevented the suicide attempt. you can't even begin to imagine the thought process that would have been going through spencer, derek and emily's heads but as well as the rest of your bau family's heads the second they heard your scream reverberate through the house. just thinking about it makes you nauseous and upsets you, so you don't like to think about it often, but when you do, you always find yourself apologising. no longer to your brother and bau family but, to yourself for ever feeling that sad that you thought killing yourself was the best option when it's very clear now that, that choice was the worst choice you could have ever tried to make.

happy twenty-first charlotte louise reid. you deserve all the happiness in the world, even if it took a mile run, a deep underwater swim and a struggle to get here, i'm glad you made it safely. i love you forever and a day you gorgeous angel 🤍🤍

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drsreid i am so proud of you lottie. this post made me cry just so you know. but i love you so much and i hope you, cailean and the girls have an amazing time in greece 🤍🤍

lottiereid drsreid i love you too spence and i'm also proud of myself! and we are having the best time in greece thank you 🤍🤍

caileanhennessey i love you, babe! i am so glad you're still here, you make my world so much brighter every single day 🤍🤍

lottiereid caileanhennessey thank you, my love! and you make my world so much brighter every day 🤍🤍

davidrossi ain't no way you're twenty-one! happy birthday lottie, i'm glad you're still here with us chickadee 🤍🤍

lottiereid davidrossi ain't no way you still love me? thank you grandpa joe, i'm glad too 🤍🤍

aaronhotchner who said you could post this? don't be making me feel things now!

lottiereid aaronhotchner i did? and i'm sorry okay!!!

emilyprentiss uhhh who said you could turn twenty-one? because last time i checked, i thought i banned you from turning another year older?! seriously though, i'm always going to be glad knowing that you're still here 🤍🤍

lottiereid emilyprentiss the circle of life? and thank you emily, i am as well 🤍🤍

penelopegarcia happy twenty-first babe! be safe and don't be too sexy in greece, i know what you and agent hennessey are like together ;)

lottiereid penelopegarcia penelope! how would you know what me and my boyfriend do?! do you stalk us you creepy little snake?! 😂

it's okay to struggle but, it is not okay to stop the fight. one wise man once told me to always keep fighting and you should do the same because it's pretty cool.

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that's a wrap! haven't rewritten this one in a while. it felt nice doing a reid version of this and sorry that it was so sad at the beginning

ok ily all bye xx

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Breakable Heaven | Chapter Eight: LDSK

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Summary: a lot can happen in 2 days.

Warnings: LDSK plotline, canon typical violence, gun violence (y'all know), Hotch verbally and physically assaults spencer, Haley goes into Labour

Word Count: 5k

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Looking at all the information in front of her, she felt a little overwhelmed. This wasn’t what she was expecting for her first big case with them, especially not when Spencer was about to fail his gun qualification... She was still so mad at him, that she didn't even kiss him goodbye before he got on the plane.

Franklin Park Des Planes

3 shootings in two weeks

6 shot all in the abdomen, 1 fatality

1st - married father of 3, died outside a shopping mall parking lot

9 days later - Miller, Parks @ community centre

4 days later (today) - Middleton, Murray, Reilly @ Franklin Park

No link between victims, using frangible rounds which fragment on impact and make ballistics comparisons basically impossible.

1 patient has an in-tact bullet lodged in his spine.

Her notes from the briefing were even more intense..

Long Distance Serial killer - never before caught with a profile

Always male, frequently have law enforcement or military experience and they always contact the police or the media - For both credit and to relive the experience

Underkill /= Sadistic Killer?

Smart, resourceful, paranoid sociopath?

Does he aim to wound or because it’s the biggest spot on the target? Is he unable to take the kill shot with skill or willpower?

She sighs, overwhelmed as all hell and Penelope can see it on her face. “Wanna talk about it?”

“The case or my love life?” She turns to her with an unimpressed glance, miserable regardless of what she picked.

“I’m sorry we caused that,” she keeps her voice down even though it’s just the two of them.

“It’s fine,” she waves it off and looks over her shoulder to the flight path, “they’re getting ready to land soon, is there anything I should be doing right now?”

“Uh,” Penelope looks around at all her paperwork. “Can you use those computers over there to go through the men in Des Planes with honourable and dishonourable discharges or past police work and pinpoint the weird ones?”

“On it,” she wheels over to the other desk and starts imputing the perimeters, searching through everything to the best of her abilities.

She connected a few dots, matching current police officers to their former military files and double-crossing it with their shift changes and ordering in cellphone pings for them over the last 3 weeks. No one was a perfect match, but she did notice one thing.

She called Gideon as soon as he was at the Des Planes hospital, even though she didn’t want to talk to him, this was of his concern. “What do you have?” Is how he picks up.

“Each shooting happens between the first/second shift changes, is it more likely for him to be coming off the first or doing it before the second?”

“Good question,” he thinks it over. “It’s most likely going to be before, so he can look into said shooter without anyone knowing it’s him… thanks for the tip.”

And like that, he hangs up.

“Is Gideon always so dry?”

“Most of the time, yeah,” she shrugs it off. “I think it’s easier for him to not take it home if he’s a grouch all the time.”

“He told Spencer not to date me?” She finally lets it slip. “And he said he wasn’t were just fucking… and I told him I’m over it now that he’s explained why but like, I’m still so pissed?”

“Understandably,” Penelope sympathizes. “I didn’t think he’d hold back once he got a girlfriend, I thought he’d be screaming it from the rooftops…”

“Cause he’s been single for so long?”

She nods, “yeah, and he deserves to have someone love him. Really love him.”

“Believe me, I do,” she can’t help but blush. “It's almost scary how much I love him.”

“I know he loves you, too. Ever since the banquet I knew you two were going to end up together,” she shimmies with glee. “It’s so nice to see two smart young people with such different lives come together and fall in love and sneak around and pretend they’re not.”

She laughs, “it’s stressful when it’s happening to you… but then again you know what that’s like.”

“I’ve never had a secret boyfriend?” Penelope looks confused.

“Derek?” Andy points out. “You two are made for each other.”

“No, no, I’m afraid you’ve fallen victim to my fabulous acting skills,” she sighs, covering her eyes and spinning in her office chair. “We’re simply ships passing in the night.”

“Uh-huh,” she doesn’t believe it for a second. “Just promise me I can be the maid of honour at your wedding?”

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The morning of day 2 was weird.

She woke up alone at her house, made her own coffee, she even kissed Haley’s tummy and said goodbye to her before she drove off by herself.

She spent last night on the phone with Spencer, the team had the night off as they, unfortunately, waited for another shooting to happen. The more victims, the more clues, that was the most disturbing part of the job to her. Just waiting for people to die.

Not long after they woke up, the 4th shooting happened. 3 people were simply having lunch when the shots rang through the courtyard, wounding them all.

They made it to the hospital in time, all 3 people would live but at what cost? The damage done to their bodies and minds will last a lifetime, but it was Andy’s job to catch this guy and help ease that pain a bit. Let it not be for nothing.

She spends a lot of her day calling her dad, well, Agent Hotchner, with the information she’s gathered. They knew so far, that the slug they removed from a survivor's spine matched to an M4 version of the M16 rifle… it’s an intense weapon that requires a lot of skill. This man was indeed trained, skilled and aiming for the stomachs for a reason.

Today they were re-enacting exactly how the shooter was able to do what he did during the 3rd shooting, in broad daylight, in the middle of a park, without a single person noticing him. They figured he parked in a homemade handicap spot, sat in his trunk and shot the 3 easiest targets at the time before speeding out.

Garcia had a secondary feed streaming to her bat cave from every angle of the park, watching the team set up and move around. Andy’s eyes stayed mostly on Spencer.

He was with Derek in the field, pretending to be the father and son playing football before the father was shot. He had a camera in his hands, detailing his view of the situation at hand to further examine if that witness could tell them anything more. So far, they had nothing.

Gideon and JJ are in the trailer on site, watching the same feed as them and on speakerphone with Penelope. She heard every order, she knew everything that was happening and then suddenly she didn’t.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” JJ’s voice rumbles down the line. “Look at this,” she’s clearly talking to Gideon and the squad leader.

“Contact with the media,” Gideon responds and then they head feet shuffling out of the room followed by silence.

Penelope starts searching, finding the Des Planes news coverage as they described the re-enactment and told the public that a member of the police department was the shooter.

Just before the reporter can sign off, JJ is walking up behind him with anger beaming from her eyes. “FBI. We need you to reveal your sources.”

“I know my rights,” he scoffs. “I’m not telling you anything— hey!”

Gideon grabs his arms and twists them behind his back, reaching for a set of handcuffs.

“We believe this is an act of terrorism, and under the patriot act, we can detain you for as long as we need to,” JJ informs him. “Now, who is your source.”

“I don’t know, really!” He gets defensive. “All I have is the phone number that called in the tip.”

“Watch this,” Penelope turns to Andy with a smirk. Her phone rings then and she taps the connect button, “yes sir.”

“Garcia, we need you to run a number for us, 847 555 5843.”

“on it,” she says while typing away, pulling up screens and transferring information, she worked faster than Andy’s eyes could even follow. “It’s a police-issued work phone… give me a minute to pull up the system. McCarty. Scott McCarty.”

“Thanks,” Gideon hangs up almost as fast as he called and her eyes were back on the screen.

No one is moving. There isn’t a fallback order, nothing. “Shouldn’t we tell them the shooter is possibly there?”

Penelope shakes her head, “starting a commotion could make him start shooting.”

Minutes feel like hours as she watches in fear, the worst anxiety she’s ever known creeps up her throat as she watches Spencer carefully. She feels almost weepy, far too in love with this man to be doing this kind of job with him.

“How do you do this?” She whispers. “How do you sit here and listen to terrible things happen every day?”

“Kinda have to,” she reminded Andy. “But I cope with these,” she teaches forward and grabs a little purple stuffed owl to hand to Andy. “They bring me comfort and joy, and whenever something happens, like when someone dies and I feel like if I did something sooner, it would help… I buy one of these and I put them here so that they can help me save the next person.”

“But what if it was Spencer?” She whispers again.

“It won’t be,” she tries her best to assure Andy, rubbing her back gently. “Derek's got his back.”

And that he did. As soon as the SWAT team moved in for McCarty, who just so happened to be playing the fake unsub, Derek pulled Spencer to the ground.

“Get down!!” Derek basically got on top of Spencer, shielding his head with his arm as he watched the SWAT guys take down the unsub.

Just when it seemed safe, just when he let Spencer sit back up, a shot rang through the open field. McCarty was shot between the eyes. From where? No one knew. Everyone simply hit the deck while SWAT raised their weapons and started looking around.

“oh my god,” Andy covers her mouth as she gasps, “he was there!!”

Penelope immediately pulls up traffic footage for the area, watching every single car that was going slightly above the speed limit, swerving or just looking sketchy. She flipped between screens while Andy moved to the other side of the office, she logged back onto her set of computers and began looking into everything about Scott McCarty.

His recent contacts, shift schedules, his wife, her MSN account, and their digital footprint was small but from what she saw, he was just a normal man. Now deceased for no reason other than the unsubs inability to share the spotlight… that was it.

She called her dad quickly, it rang and rang until finally, he picked up. “I think I figured it out,” she leads.

“What?”

“He shot McCarty because he took his lime lite, he shot a cop between the eyes in broad daylight, I don’t think he’s a cop… what if he’s an EMT? He wouldn’t have contacted the media if he’s the one picking the victims up?”

“Hero Homicide,” he confirms her theory. “Check into all medical personnel between the Des Planes and Arlington Hospitals, if he’s switching jurisdictions then he might have gotten fired and moved to another hospital. This is a fantastic lead, Andy.”

“Go get him, dad.”

—

They watched Gideon and the surgeon that removed the slug from one of the victims argue behind glass. In the small observation room together, Gideon accused the extremely narcissistic man of a murder charge.

Doctor Landman was one of those doctors who believed he was god, that no one was in better hands than his own. He wasn’t the most talented, he was so arrogant they turned him down for chief of surgery, he fucked all the nurses and even some of the doctors and drove a hot red car.

He was a douch.

“My guess is Dr. Pate is going to corroborate Landman’s alibi,” Hotch explained as he led Spencer down the hall towards the OR. apparently, this woman was sleeping with him at the time of the last shooting.

“You don’t think Landman’s the shooter?

“Richard Angelo wanted to be a hero because in his everyday life he was a nobody. Landman’s a surgeon. He has power and recognition—

“Yeah but you know surgeons are a different breed. They’re the stars in their field and Landman is definitely not one of them,” Spencer scoffs quickly.

“Excuse me, I’d like to speak to Dr. Pate?” Hotch asks the first person in a white coat he sees. His badge was open and in front of the man so he knew it was important.

Cautiously, the man looks him up and down, “yes sir. I’ll go find her for you.” He turns immediately and walks away, unable to give them a view of his name tag for a follow-up.

Spencer notices how weird that is but he lets it slip. Everyone must’ve been on high alert knowing a shooter was somewhere in their town. Who knew when the hospital was next on his to-do list, right?

“The motivations of hero homicide are excitement, power and respect, and even though Landman’s not a star, he still gets respect. Racing against the clock to save someone's life is exciting."

"Maybe it's not exciting enough," Spencer mumbles, "that’s… thats why he shoots three people at the same time."

"But he can only operate on one at a time," Hotch adds, making him think harder. "It wouldn’t be any more exciting…. At least not for Landman and not in the OR."

"Policemen and ER personnel are on the exact same 24-hour shift schedule," Spencer comes to the same conclusion Andy had on the phone. "The unsub wasn’t shooting on shift change because there are fewer cops on the street. He works the second shift in the emergency room!"

Hotch takes out his phone and hits buttons to no avail, “sir, you can't use a cellphone in a hospital.” A nurse announces as she hears the dial tone.

Hotch migrates over to her, Reid in tow. “Excuse me, for a moment, please?”

She follows him around the nurse's counter and watches him take his badge out once more. “We’re FBI agents, and we believe that one of your staff members might be the sniper.” He uses a calm and delicate tone with her, talking at her level with words she would get outside of his profile.

Her eyes widen but she keeps her composure.

“Now the man that we’re looking for works the second shift, and he would’ve transferred from Arlington in the past two weeks.”

“We haven’t hired any new personnel in two months.”

“Are you sure?

“Yeah.” She’s very certain. “I’ve got patients who need me,” she goes to walk away from him, not interested in being fear mongered into giving him information.

Aaron places a gentle hand on her arm, “he’s vain, rude, arrogant, he works out, he shows up to work late, he blames others for his mistakes,” he lists on and her expression falters.

She looks away as she falls deeper in thought, she knows someone who fits that exact description and her heart sinks to her stomach. “Oh, my god. It’s Philip Dowd. he’s— he picks up shifts at Arlington.”

“Is he here today?” He keeps his voice calm so that she will follow his lead.

She looks around, beginning to panic, “oh, my god?”

“It’s okay,” Aaron soothes her gently. “Your patients need you to stay calm. Tell me, is Dowd working today?”

She nods, swallowing sharply to hold in her fear.

“Do you see him?”

She looks around carefully, Spencer follows her eyes as a second measure. “no.”

“Go tell Gideon,” Hotch taps Spencer on the shoulder and then he’s off.

Running around the nurse's station like a chicken with its head cut off, barely looking where he’s going, “Reid, easy.” Hotch reminds him and he slows slightly. Not wanting to cause panic in the hospital by proxy.

He starts walking calmly towards the doors as the same man they talked to before comes barreling in removing his M16 from under his doctor's coat. Before Spencer has time to react, Dowd hits him in the nose with the butt of his gun, knocking him to the floor.

He loads the weapon, ignoring Spencer’s passed-out form as he aims for the one and only security guard in the OR. he makes the man drop his gun, he grips him by the uniform and holds him as leverage. His first order of business is to shoot out the control room, insuring not a single message could be sent out and sending the OR into lockdown mode.

The lights drop to an ugly yellow, alarming everyone inside as they seek to cover. Hotch is quick to pull his gun, pointing it at Dowd.

Dowd points right back, only his weapon is much larger and much more powerful. “Nobody moves and nobody dies.”

—

Haley never normally called Penelope… she normally called Aaron or Anderson, but never Penelope.

The name pops up on her screen, Andy sees it from over her shoulder, she’s on line 3, so Andy picks up. “Haley?”

“Oh, thank God,” she sounds panicked, her breathing heavy and laboured, “my water broke and I can’t get ahold of Jess and Aaron is god knows where, I need you, Andy. I need you, please?” She’s crying, scared and in pain.

“I’m on my way, you stay put and don’t hesitate to call 911 if you feel you’re not safe! I’m coming!” She waits for Haley’s string of “okay, okay,” and hangs the phone up.

Penelope heard all of it in her ear, “you go, I’ll tell Aaron when I can.”

“Please, make sure they get out of there safe,” she takes a moment to be scared, too. “Jack can’t lose his dad before he even gets to meet him… a-and—

“Spencer will get to hear you tell him you love him again, I promise, now go!” Penelope shoos her and she’s off.

Her heels click and clack as she runs down the long hallway, knowing if she got to the other side of the building the elevators where she’s parked in the garage will be closer. And just her luck, the doors open as she comes barreling towards them.

“Hold it! Hold it!”

The man keeps his arm in front of the door, she attempts to slow down but only stops when she hits the elevator wall, “sorry, sorry,” she tries to catch her breath. “Garage, my moms in labour.”

He hits the button for her, “you’re Hotchner’s kid, right?”

She nods, still winded from running, “yep. That’s me.”

She starts digging through her purse, looking for her keys and finding them all the way at the bottom. The man watches the whole time, he looks familiar but she has no idea who he is. He doesn’t say much more until the doors open on his floor, “good luck, and congrats!”

“Thanks,” she presses the close doors button so the elevator will go faster, she really needed to get her ass moving.

It was Haley’s first baby, and while it was a boy, she was concerned that he would come fast. There were so many wives' tales that boys took forever, they would stay in there as long as possible and their labours were always long… but Haley’s been on the edge of labour for so long, there was no knowing with this one.

She’s on auto-pilot as she drives home. Her mind is in a million different places, she can’t even imagine missing her own kids' birth, her dad was probably losing his mind… and how was she going to tell Haley that Aaron was in the same hospital as an LDSK…

—

Within seconds, Aaron's gun was unholstered, off the safety and pointed at Dowd.

Aaron stared him down, sandwiched between their aim was the poor guard, shaking and sweating while he stared at Aaron with pleading eyes.

“It better be a headshot,” Dowd eggs him on. “I got this on full auto. Anything less, I go down squeezing the trigger.”

Aaron lowers his weapon and places it on the counter. Dowd knocks the unarmed guard to the floor, moving over to Aaron to take his weapon. He calls Spencer up from the floor, “come on, up. Double time!”

Spencer nervously rushes over, falling behind Hotch in fear.

“Take your partner's gun and place it on the counter.”

“He’s not armed,” Hotch answers promptly, but down hesitates to believe him. “See for yourself.” He pushes Spencer towards him,

“Hands on your heads,” he insists before he pats him down. “Okay,” he believes him when he feels nothing. He beckons the guard closer, making him cuff the two agents and then himself with zip-ties. “Get down on the ground.”

Spencer sits in seconds, Aaron slowly moves, unwilling to diminish his dominance.

“Now what kind of agent doesn’t carry a gun?” Dowd laughs at him.

“I’m a profiler,” Spencer can barely meet his eyes, shaking in fear.

He was never going to see Andy again. He was doing the one thing he promised he wouldn’t do to her, only two days after she asked. He was going to die, he was going to let her dad die, and he wasn’t going to be able to do anything to help.

“They sent you to figure me out?” He gets angrier.

“We did, thats how we found—,” Spencer bites back.

“Shut up, Reid,” Hotch cuts him off with a stern voice.

“No, no, don’t shut up,” he’s interested in what Spencer has to say. “What do you think you know about me, boy?”

Spencer hesitates, unsure what the best approach could be when Hotch comes in, “go on, genius. Tell him. Tell Him!” He gets angrier. “But remember, get it wrong and he’s going to kill you.”

Spencer's gaze flip-flops between the two men, horrified as Dowd nods in agreement, “yeah.”

He swallows sharply, unable to do that. Frozen in fear.

“Okay, then,” he turns the gun to Hotch. “You’re the boss, you tell me. Who am I? What’s my plan?”

“I know you shot 11 people in broad daylight and left us nothing,” he complains, mirroring the same narcissism as him but not in a competitive sense. It was a way that he would be able to relate, to compare to himself and maybe, hopefully, loop Hotch into his plan.

“You excited a cop in front of the FBI and got away clean and I know your plan is to go down in a hail of bullets.”

“And?” He wants more.

“I know you’re the smartest man in every room and no one’s ever known it. People feel threatened by you and try to sabotage you every chance they get. You’re not a bad person, you helped save all your victims afterward. The first guy wasn’t even your fault?” His shoulders raise, and his face scrunches like he has a sour taste in his mouth. “If the paramedics weren’t so fucking incompetent you’d have a perfect record.”

“It took those guys 13 minutes. THIRTEEN!” He screams. As riled up as Hotch was trying to get him.

“You’re gonna want to barricade the door,” he keeps his voice low but his brows raised, antagonizing him.

Spencer turns to him with fear, “what?”

“Shut up,” he spits back at Spencer, something he’d never normally do. That’s when Spencer got it. “Have me and the kid do it. Let them see that you’ve got two FBI agents in here doing your bidding.”

“Yeah right, let you give them a signal?” He tries to stay one step ahead of Hotch, but he can't.

“What signal?” He gets visibly fed up. “They knew you were in here and armed and they sent me in with the gunless child who can’t shoot his way out of a wet paper bag. What can I tell them?”

Dowd snaps back into it, holding the gun up so he can look at Hotch through the site, “what is this? Some kind of profiler trick?”

Hotch stares him down, not faltering for a second.

“I mean,” Dowd lowers his weapon just slightly. “The barricade is a good idea… but why the hell do you want to help me?”

Hotch laughs, “oh, I don’t. I’m just sick and fucking tired of this. You know he’s sleeping with my daughter?” He points at Spencer, his anger building. “He pretends to love her but he’s just doing it to build his way up through the FBI, hanging off me and my reputation like a leech and now look where we are?”

Dowd laughs, “this loser?”

“Tell me about it,” Aaron huffs.

“So you want to help me?”

“I don’t want to help you, but when they come storming in here for the cop you killed you’re going to go down fighting and a lot of us are going to die in the crossfire. They sent me in here, I figure why make it easy for them?”

“Oh, thats good,” Dowd loves it.

“Mhm,” he nods, smirking at him. “And you wanna know why they took away boy genius’s gun?”

“Why?” He wants a good laugh.

“He failed his qualification 2 days ago!” He lets his frustration out, and it's that simple lie that leads Spencer to believe this is all plan…

“Twice a year I’ve gotta hear him whine about re-qualifying and every year I try and help him and you know how he repays me? By spending more time shooting into my daughter and then telling people he doesn’t even love her! He’s a sick little fuck, it serves him right to go out like this.”

“You think you’ve got it rough?” Dowd’s anger builds again. “These people done nothing but undermine me since I got here.”

“Put them next to the barricade,” Hotch says it like it’s nothing, but it’s far from nothing. He’s moving all the civilians out of the way. “That way when they blast their way in here, both our problems are solved… that kinda thing could ruin a cop's career.”

“You are one sick mother fucker,” Dowd shakes his head with glee.

“how do you think I found you?” Hotch smiles. “We’ve walked the same path, been dealt the same cards, walked all over, kicked when we’re down. It’s our turn to show them who they’ve been messing with.”

His ankle gun.

Hotch wasn’t fully pat down, he still had a weapon. He was dropping clues for Spencer with each mean word he said against him. Andy must’ve told him about their session shooting the other day, how she told him to be able to protect her father at all costs, even if he didn’t have a gun on himself. There would always be another one on Aaron.

“Let's do this,” he smirks and then looks past Aaron with his gun held up, “I want all of you against this wall. NOW!” He points by the door and they all flee like moths to light. Huddling close in fear as they sit back down on the ground.

Once everyone is where they are, Aaron speaks up again. “Can I ask you a favour?”

“Like?” Dowd spins back to him, guards down fully now. He trusted Aaron.

“I figured the chances of my getting out of here are pretty slim, so, can I just beat the shit out of him while I still have the chance?” He motions to Spencer.

Dowd laughs, “be my guest.”

Aaron stands, towering over Spencer, he mouths, “left,” and begins to kick him. “You stupid, arrogant, know it all.” Each word gets him a kick. It hurt, he pushed through it, nonchalantly unclipping the holster and taking the small revolver from him.

He kicks him a few more times for good measure, “fuck you! Fuck you for ruining my life, my family!! My daughter's innocence!” That one felt too real.

“Fuck you,” he takes a deep breath and pulls back. Huffing slightly he slumps back down. “Thanks, Phil.”

Laying on his side, cowering in pain, Spencer keeps the gun out of his sight.

“I think he got the message,” Hotch announces and Dowd smiles at him, big and wide when the shot rings out and the blood starts to trickle down his face.

He drops to his knees and then faceplants, dead in a pool of his own blood. Spencer did that. He shot him. He saved the day.

“Oh my god?” He turns to Hotch as he runs to the door.

“Hold your fire!! Federal Agent, hold it!!” He waves his hands, getting the civilians out of the way again. “I’m so sorry, I’m sorry.” He apologizes to everyone. The nurse he talked to earlier runs into his arms, sobbing.

The whole room lingers with fear.

By the time he sees Hotch again, he’s sitting in the back of an ambulance holding the small revolver in his hands. “Hey, Spence.”

He smiles at him, “you don’t have to say anything. I know you didn’t really mean it.”

He takes a seat beside Spencer and wraps his arm around him, “whether we like it or not, we’re family now. I need you to know that as long as you mean the world to Andy, you mean the world to me too. I wouldn’t let you die and I’m thankful you got the memo.”

“I couldn’t let you die either,” he manages to laugh, “even if I lived, she’d murder me. And no offence, sir, but she’s scarier than you.”

“That’s how I raised her to be,” Aaron assures him with a sweet smirk. “I’m really glad that out of all the guys in the world, she picked you.”

Spencer gives him a sweet smile, “so can I call you dad?”

“Don’t push it,” Aaron pumps him with his shoulder.

They sit in silence at the end of the ambulance, leaning on the bumper and taking a second to relax. Their blood pressure went down, breathing settled, and adrenaline went down… they both felt tired and ready for a nap on the plane ride home.

When Aaron's phone rings, it’s Penelope’s name on the ID. “Hello?” He answers softly.

“Sir, how are you?” She asks anxiously.

“Okay… what’s up?”

“um. Well—

“Penelope.”

“Jack was born…”

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compassionatereminders · 1 year

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This is probably stupid. So I have this friend. I've known her for years, but we got really close last year and she's my best friend now. I had a little crush on her when we first started becoming real friends. The thing is I'm also on the aromantic spectrum, so feelings for me are very fleeting. I don't even want a romantic or queerplatonic relationship with her to be honest. I just wanna be her friend. But her boyfriend pulled some bullshit and now I feel so weird. He texted me a few days ago and basically interrogated me trying to get me to confess that I was in love with his girl and was totally trying to steal her from him. I don't like her like that! I don't want her like that! He called me a smartass and a kid, ignored the multiple times I told him I was aromantic, and assumed just because I'm bi and polyam that obviously means I'm aiming to break up his relationship. He even insulted my friend a few times and tried to use the fact that I heart her messages as evidence that I'm in love with her. Honestly he seems super insecure and I'm starting to wonder if the reason my friend only has me and him as friends is because he scares off anyone who gets close to her. I sent my friend screenshots of the entire conversation (I warned him I was) and she told me she was so sorry, but that's been it. We haven't talked about it since. It's been a few days and he hasn't tried to apologize, she hasn't brought it up. I feel so weird about it all. I got a little pissed off at the end of mine and his texts; I didn't insult him, I just angrily pointed out the faults in his weird reasoning and told him to talk to his gf if he was jealous. I'm not the asshole, right? Like he was treating me like trash and I finally stood up for myself! My boyfriend agrees that I'm the one in the right. I don't know what to do. It feels so odd that we haven't talked about it.

Sorry for the vent. And the swearing.

No his behavior is deeply worrying actually, like one thing is having insecurities - another thing is repeatedly making baseless, aggressive, paranoid accusations... This is definitively not good and I'm getting worried for your friend.

#chat with kat

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blood-bound · 5 months

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mark session recap :D

Insert usual disclaimer here: I don't always give a lot of context because otherwise these would take 4ever. . . feel free 2 ask questions tho! kyle for example has a LOT of shit behind him and he won't make sense if u dont know the story lol .

okay so this session... Mark got a email from cassidy and a text from Sampson, both saying they had to talk to him. augh. he texted sampson how long their talk would take and he said it would be short so he decided to meet with sampson first. After feeding his cat ofc <3

when he got to Sampson's place he gave Mark a very old book and a vial of a black viscous liquid. last individual session, sampson told mark that he knew someone who could help with the blood bond but he would need a vial of mark's blood. Mark reluctantly agreed but told Sampson to make him forget he did it (via cloud memory).

So he reminded Mark of that and, that vial was the result. He wouldn't tell Mark much - said it was better that way - and Mark took the stuff home after briefly looking at it - the book was written in some form of latin. Mark also mentioned to sampson that he might be able to teach him sense the unseen, next time he re-ups his ghouldom. not much happened with that but it was nice to see sampson OOC. he said he needed to 'get the fuck out of this city'. Mark will be so sad when he leaves. Anyway, they agreed there wasn't really a way to keep Mark 'in the dark' about this any longer and they would just have to risk it.

So with that done, he went down to the chantry to talk to Cassidy. Since previously Cassidy's haven got wrecked, he asked to meet in Lilian's. her haven is MUCH smaller than Cassidy's was so its full of books; hard to move around. Cassidy thanks mark for coming on short notice. He explains that due to the recent scrutiny on himself his circle head (basically his supervisor) Dr. White wants his next report in the next few nights.

These reports are apparently very detailed and so Cassidy asked Mark to come over so he could tell him what he would like to be omitted. Which is very nice of him. BUT here is when it gets sketchy.

Cassidy started off by making it sound like it was just related to their investigation of the Salubri. But via questioning and pondering Cassidy actually clarified it was about EVERYTHING he had been doing. Mark asked when his last report was and Cassidy said it was BEFORE HE HAD MET MARK. So essentially anything cassidy said or found out or did with mark could be reported.

And like I said, Cassidy didn't seem to imply that at first. I had to question it. He was honest about it upon questioning, but still. Anyways, Mark listed a few things that were obvious, such as implications he was involved with anarchs. He also asked Cassidy to omit anything about his ghoul (Mark didn't tell cassidy directly, but Sampson was brought up when Cassidy was around.) However, Mark realized that this report may make its way up to julius's ears, and he's paranoid, so he also asked Cassidy to omit instances where Kyle and him and had interacted. Cassidy doesn't know who Kyle is; mark just described the interactions (such as Cassidy being unable to cloud the memory of the ticket booth teller; that was kyle.) He did this in two separate instances so hopefully cassidy didn't pick up on the kyle instances being related. But yeah. This unfortunately means Cassidy might be suspicious about it. But better that than Julius questioning these things...

Also, another suspicious thing that happened is Cassidy reported it was hard to get into his haven, save to sleep.. and 'to slip in to answer his emails'. This sounds normal but Mark and him had had a brief back and forth over email where Cassidy replied near instantly each time!!! Mark does NOT know how he managed that because his haven and Lilian's are not close.

This 'luck' made Mark realize that there was also a chance that Cassidy had seen his lucky coin. Now, I don't think most anyone has context for this because this happened way early in the game, before I talked about it on tumblr. the short of it is that Mark made friends with Gaius's ghoul/adopted son Lucius. Who was a sorcerer and later awakening to be a mage but i digress. Anyway, he had a small bag of coins and gave Mark one. It has a strong magical aura and seems lucky. Kyle also has an obsession with acquiring it. One other time when Mark asked Julius about magic, true magic, Julius brought out a very similar coin (but mark couldnt tell if it was the same type of magic or not.) anyway, he's never mentioned the coin to Julius, and so REALLY didn't want it making its way onto Cassidy's report on the off chance he did notice it.

Which he did. Mark asked if Cassidy knew that he had a certain magic item. Cassidy said that perhaps he knew. Mark was like 'but you will make me confirm, yes?" and cassidy was like "yes. :) "

So he took it out and Cassidy was like Ah yes. that. Ok I will omit that. :) But I would love to discuss that with you later. :) He said it very pleasantly. But twas sus.

Anyway, it was a weird convo overall because like.. It's nice of Cassidy to ask Mark this, but Cassidy never disclosed that he;d have this type of report in this great of detail before (thought some sort of reporting is assumed ofc); and now Cassidy has a List Of Things Mark Wants Kept Secret. CRIES . .. .

Mark also failed every insight check so Cassidy seemed genuine the whole time.

after all that, cassidy explained that he was gonna go through all of his notes so that he can give a proper report to dr white and therefore he'd be busy for the next few nights. apparently they are verbally presented. he set his notebooks out in a circle as he combed through them. cassidy will email mark when he is free again :(

Sad. Mark also asked if he was good to read those books regarding resisting blood bonds here. Cassidy said to ask Lilian but otherwise, yeah, he could. He quickly finds Lilian in her lab and she is doing some weird mad scientist shit, but doesn't mind him reading at all in her haven. She gestured to a cot and said she mostly sleeps here anyway.

So he returns to Lilian's place where Cassidy still is - he is briefly surprised to see him back but Mark spends like 3 hours reading there with him. He read one of the Forbidden Books that Cassidy smuggled out and it seemed to have beenwritten by an early Sabbatmember to their child about how to break the blood bond via the vaulderie. my ST flavored it a lot better but thats the gist of it.

Cassidy and Mark didn't talk much; cassidy was doing his own note-compiling and only apparently glanced over a few times to see what he was reading. When Mark left Cassidy said it was pleasant though :)

On the way out Mark decided to visit G again (the gargoyle he has been teaching how to read.) It was SO FUCKING ADORABLE y'all. G always acted like a very young child but he is getting smarter :) he remembered ALL of his vowels!! He finished learning the whole alphabet and started to learn how to spell! He used Trial and Error and wow. I'm so proud of him. He was SO thankfully. he drew a heart for mark. by like. scraping it into the concrete lol. but yes was so pure. crying.png forever over G.

His sister gave Mark a dirty look as he was leaving but did go over to G and ask what he had learned that day after he left.

overall Mark found it to be a pretty great night :) and i thought it was over.. but .. . . . . not over yet.

He went home. he talked to his cat about how things were going. he realized he liked Cassidy, probably, and said as such out loud to his cat: "I think I like him. Probably not a good thing, hm?" anyway. he went over some other things too but I will explain this relevance later.

He then read the book Sampson got for him, while petting the cat. :) It was basically describing in detail how to weaken a blood bond.. and the more Mark read, he realized that the vial he has was the start of this ritual. Hmm. He didn't finish it yet, but had to go to bed.

And he tried to.

But when he went to lay his head down ... right in his ear... Kyle's voice. "HI Mark, how are you?"

After of course being incredibly startled and privacy invaded he was pissed. He said something like 'better before you got here' and Kyle was like. "Seems like you had a good Night :)" Mark just said it was productive but it seems Kyle overheard what Mark said to his cat... a few things were mentioned but Kyle said he could 'smooth things over with loverboy' if Mark would give the coin to him. Kyle also commented on how he loves "young love" LOL and was of course cagey and denied spying on Mark and Cassidy but like. cmon besties.

Anyway poor Mark gets no privacy and now Kyle is invested in the Mark/Cassidy romance as well. THAT'S THE SESSION! Mostly a reading one but we love Kyle developments.

#mark vtm oc #im sure i missed shit

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3 | Knock It Off

Series: Valentine Addams | Wednesday

Paring: (Xavier Thorpe x OFC Addams! Tyler Galpin x OFC Addams!)

Word Count: 1721

Warnings: Xavier just jealous of Tyler

Last: Therapy | Next: Changing

So far Nevermore hasn't been bad and I was surprised how well I made friends. Well, except for Bianca. We were more like frenemies because we were very competitive against each other. Especially in fencing most of the time we went against each other it came to the tie. Me and Yoko got along pretty quickly being roommates. Enid and I were sometimes alike but in different fonts. Xavier and me were good friends which Bianca didn't like at all. It took awhile for Ajax to stop being nervous around me. Divina and Kent were alright, I wasn't super close to them but I knew Divina more because of Yoko.

Having to join a club I met Eugene and he remained me of Pugsley so I treated him like a brother. There was Rowan, who was basically an outcast of outcast. We had a few conversations but he never stuck around long. Lastly was Tyler. After every therapy session I would go over to the Weathervane to get a Hot Chocolate and talk to Tyler as he worked. Xavier didn't quite like me talk to Tyler telling me what he did to him last year. I understand that it was bad because he put time into his work, but compared to what I do to people... It didn't seem that big of a deal to me.

"Bianca seems a little pissed today. Do you know what happed?" Yoko asks Divina as some of us were going into town today.

"Xavier broke up with her." She looks at Bianca in the front of the bus alone before telling us making Enid gasp next to me.

"Why?" She asks wanting more details for her blog.

"She won't talk about it." Divina tells her and I watch Enid start typing on her phone.

I look in the back to see Xavier looking out the window listening to music alone. When we all get off the bus the girls take off and I wait for Xavier.

Once he sees me he takes out his earbuds, "Why are you looking at me like that?" He asks annoyed.

"Wanna get a drink and a snack from the Weathervane? We can talk about whatever." I suggest to him.

"Sure." We head over there.

"The usual and?" Tyler asks Xavier as we walk up so he tells him before we go sit in a booth.

"I'm assuming you heard the news. I know Enid just posted about it on the way here. Is that why you want to talk to me?" Xavier leans back on his side.

"I wanna know how a friend's doing. And if you want to talk about it you can but if you don't it's okay." I do the same.

"We broke up for two reasons." He looks out the window as Tyler brings us our drinks.

"Thank you." I tell him as he leaves. "What are your reasons since you broke up with her." I sit up.

"The main reason is because I had doubts about Bianca and her intentions as a siren. I'm constantly paranoid that she's using her siren song me and we keep getting into fights over it." He sits up looking at his drink.

"But she has her amulet she wears." I tell him.

"I'm still paranoid about it." He sighs.

"Is there another reason?" I ask.

"The second reason is she doesn't like our friendship." He rolls his eyes.

"Like you with me about..." I motion towards Tyler.

"It's different." He eyes Tyler working.

"Stop it." I kick his leg underneath the table, "But why does she have a problem with me with you? I don't treat you any differently than others and you don't treat me differently either." I raise an eyebrow.

"She doesn't think that." He messes with his hands.

"Well she's stupid because I don't like you like that. I don't like anyone for a fact. You have to prove you're worth my time. And it takes a lot to melt my semi ice cold heart." I explain to him not seeing the slight disappoint on his face.

"You don't mind if I draw while we sit here, right?" Xavier pulls stuff out of his bag.

"Do you have an extra book I can draw in while we sit here?" I ask him.

"Here. I haven't used this one. You can keep it." He passes me one and a pencil.

"Thanks, I'm going to use you as my muse." I open up the book.

"Okay." He laughs before we sit in silence sketching each other.

After awhile I take a break to go use the restroom then go to the counter to ask for another drink. "Hey Ty, can I have another and two croissants?" I come around the corner leaning on the counter.

"I had a feeling you would come ask at some point. Sure, I'll bring it after this customer." He gives me a smile that makes me feel happy on inside but never show it, "Thanks." I go join Xavier who was glaring at me. "Knock it off, Thorpe." I huff taking my seat.

"I told you he's bad news." He huffs as well making me turn to look at Tyler for a second to see him making my cup with a slight smile before tuning back around.

"Yes, because the boy with the light-brown curly hair, greenish eyes, and a kindly smile is bad news. Xavier, I know what he did to you but I'm worse. I can handle myself." I roll my eyes.

"For someone who, in fact doesn't like anyone, sure described him like you do." He rolls his eyes drawing.

"You have golden brown shoulder length hair, eyes are a light olive color with brown surrounding the pupil, when you smile you get dimples." I say making him look at me, "I'm just good at describing someone."

"Your hot chocolate with two croissants like you asked. Do you want another drink or anything else?" Tyler sets my stuff down then asks Xavier.

"I'm good." He tells him coldly. Tyler just nods his head leaving the booth. "I don't see how you're friends with him." Xavier goes for one of my croissants so I smack his hand away,

"Because he's nice to me and that's all that matters when it comes to me. And he asked if you wanted anything so don't touch my shit." I explain to him going back to my drawing.

Bianca ends up coming in with Divina and a few of her other siren friends catching sight of Xavier and I. "She looks pissed." I laugh so I give her a smile and a little wave.

"Now you knock it off, Addams." Xavier reaches across the table putting my hand down.

"Why? Let me have some fun." I say eyeing her as she glares at me.

"Why would you want to piss her off more when you're kinda one of the reasons I broke up with her?" He leans on the table refusing to look her way.

"Because I love chaos." I lean on the table as well starring him in the eyes.

"You're terrible." He shakes his head at me.

"Thank you." I give him a smile.

"I'm finished by the way." Xavier shows me his drawing.

"You finally got my nose right." I say before showing him mine.

"Oh my god. It's like a fucking picture. You still haven't show me your work so I'm amazed. You said I'm quite the artist but you are a artist " He takes it from me looking at it more.

"I'm best at people." I take it back as he hands it back over to me. "I'm gonna go pay for our drinks. Then meet you at the bus." We get up and go different directions.

"How much do I owe you? I'm paying for Xavier's too." I walk up to Tyler.

"It's on the house." He walks over to me. "Ty, no. How much, really? I normally wouldn't care if someone told me that but you're a friend and this is your job." I tell him getting serious.

"No, really it's on the house." He smiles making me get all warm again.

"Fine, here's your tip." I put a twenty in the tip jar.

"Valentine." He pulls it out trying to give it back to me.

"Nope, you worked for it. See you tomorrow since I have my session with Kinbott. I gotta bus to catch." I rush out getting on the shuttle.

"How much do I owe you?" Xavier asks as I take a seat next to him.

"Nothing. He said it was on the house for the both of us." I keep it short and Xavier rolls his eyes.

Back at the school walking towards my dorm Bianca show up, "I can't believe he left me for you." She eyes me.

"He didn't but if he did I would say he upgraded. But Xavier is just a friend to me. I don't date. Plus it's quite difficult to melt my semi ice cold heart." I tell her with a straight face.

"An upgrade?" She laughs crossing her arms.

"Yes. Now I think this conversation is over." I walk past her going to my dorm. As soon as I enter the room the crystal ball was going off. "Mother, father." I answer it.

"How are you doing my black widow?" My father asks me.

"Good. Just got back from the town with some friends." I tell him.

"I'm still so proud of you making friends at Nevermore." My mother gets a big smile.

"I'm quite impressed with myself actually." I tell them.

"Enid, I told you no." Yoko huffs as she walks into the room with her following her.

"Val, did Xavier tell you why he broke up with Bianca?" She rushes over to me.

"Mother, Father, I'll call you back tomorrow."

"Okay, dear." They end the call.

"Spill the tea." Enid shakes me, "And don't tell me he didn't because if he was to tell anyone it would be you." She glares at me.

"I'm not telling you, Enid. It's not going on your blog. I keep other's secrets to myself." I tell her making her pout. "It's not going to work on me." I look at her with no emotions.

"Fine..." She huffs crossing her arms.

#wednsday addams #wednesday #xavier thrope fanfic #xavier thrope #tyler galpin #tyler galpin fanfic #xavier thrope imagine #tyler galpin imagine #enid sinclair #bianca barclay #ajax petropolus #yoko tanaka #eugene ottinger #divina wednesday #kent wednesday

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