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zorrasucia · 2 months

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"Just sleeping and fucking all day," I AM DEAD!!! and i revived just to BEG you to expand on this please i just love them so much 😭

I'm so glad you liked it, Anon! I came up with something but I'm like 90% sure it's not what you were asking for - I aimed to write more smut and it turned into saccharine fluff somehow. I apologize. Rest assured that the next update for this fic is business as usual, very spicy and contains Carmy finally ******* ****** :)

Teach Me Tonight - Deleted Scene 2.0

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Deleted Scene] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] Deleted Scene: [Part 8]

Reader x Carmy Berzatto (The Bear FX)

Rating: Mature (1k)

Tags: Set sometime after the opening of The Bear, Smut, Virgin!Carmy, Fluff, Miscommunication, Domesticity

"Hey, baby," Carmy mumbled with a smile, rolling over in bed and looking at you with sleepy eyes.

You had padded into the room and leaned over to kiss his neck, waking him up from his third nap of the day. In between, you had fucked - slow and loving, then quick and hard, then a mix of both. You felt tired in the best way - and still somehow you wanted him. But you could wait.

"Shhh. I'm not here for another round," you soothed, moving a lock of hair out of his face. "Got us some pizza," you settled across from him, laying the box between you.

He sat up and ogled you shamelessly. You were wearing jeans and one of his shirts, your nipples showing through the white fabric.

"You're gonna be the death of me," he shook his head and focused on the slice of pizza you handed him instead.

"I mean," you gestured at him, his naked torso and satisfied smirk, "likewise, Carm."

You shared a hungry look while taking a bite of pepperoni. He broke first, looking up at the ceiling, away from you.

"How's it feel?" he asked.

"Mmm?" you nudged his leg with your foot.

"You come like two, three times when I can only do one and be just useless..." he blushed, curiosity tinting his skin. "I was just wondering what that was like, if all women were like that."

You smiled. Sometimes you forgot that he was a virgin before you.

"A lot of women can, uh, come multiple times," you explained. "If it's done properly, if you work for it," you cleared your throat. "Some women can't come at all."

"That sounds, uh-" Carmy struggled.

"Miserable?" you supplied and he nodded. "It can be. But sex isn't always about coming, you know? It's about being close and getting to know each other."

Carmy hummed pensively.

Just now, between one round and the next you had fallen asleep still intertwined, spent, his arms around your waist and his softening cock inside you. It was nice, to be so close with zero expectations of it going anywhere.

"What've you learned about me? With sex, I mean," he asked, his blue eyes wide.

"That you're giving, uh, determined, a fast learner," you pondered for a minute while you chewed. "A bit of a control freak but we knew that from before," he chuckled. "And you think you don't deserve good shit, even though you do."

"Pretty spot on," he let out a shaky breath.

You caressed his calf over the bedsheets. It felt strange to be talking about this but it had been a fucking weird day, and discussing orgasms with Carmy while eating pizza fit right in.

"You're a great fuck, Carm," you said softly. "And that takes patience and care and- I love that you want to make me feel good. I do," his gaze was downward and you reached for his hand. "I just don't want you to think you need to be perfect for me here too, you know? There's no pressure."

Carmy nodded and his eyes met yours, he gave you a soft smile.

"Thanks," he brushed your knuckles with his thumb. Then his smile turned mischievous. "Just to be sure, you do like coming though?" he looked for confirmation, head tilted.

"Yeah," you laughed. "Obviously, yeah," you poked at his side and reached for another slice of pizza. "I'm just saying there's no pressure, okay?"

"Okay," he took a big bite of crust. "You didn't answer my question from before," he prompted, raising his eyebrows. "How does it feel?"

"Uh. Well, you don't know how good it's going to be until you're coming. Sometimes it slows down, becomes softer. Or you get halfway through the next and get stuck there," you shrugged. "Sometimes it builds up, becomes more intense each time-"

"Like the last one?" he asked.

You blushed - the memory of him on top of you, his chain dangling near your mouth, his hands holding your wrists above your head, taking up all your thoughts. He had fucked you through your first orgasm until you saw stars and your moans turned into cries of pleasure.

"Exactly like that," you replied bashfully like it wasn't you that had begged him to keep going and fuck you harder.

"How many have you done?" Carmy asked after a while.

"Huh?"

"How many times you've come in a row?" he repeated, that calculating look back on his face. "What's the max?"

"I don't know, five?" you laughed nervously. "I think you're getting the wrong message from this, Carm."

"No, I know," he shook his head. "I was guessing we could start with all that 'no pressure' thing tomorrow. And I think I still have one more round left in me today, so..."

"What the fuck, Carm?" you giggled.

You covered your face with your hands, hiding how flustered you were.

"I'm serious," he said, amusement still showing in his tone. You finally uncovered your face and looked at him. He was smiling but he wasn't joking. "I don't know how to be calm," he explained. "I don't know how to fucking relax and be normal. I never have. Being with you- That's the closest I've come to that," he said softly. You cupped his face tenderly. "But sometimes it gets so crazy that the only thing I know I can do well is make you feel good. That's why I can be a control freak and competitive and insane..."

You shushed him.

"You're fine, baby," you caressed Carmy's shoulders, scooting closer to him. "I love that you're all those things. I just- You push yourself to the limit. You can hurt yourself trying to make everything perfect," your thumb traced the edge of the dark circles around his eyes - all from early mornings and late nights at The Bear. "I don't want to be that for you - another weight, another thing that needs to be perfect."

"You're not," he whispered. "You've never been that, okay?"

"Okay," you sighed and surged forward to kiss him, his face between your palms.

Even after the kiss was over you stayed there, your forehead on his, and your noses touching.

"So," you said after a while, "how about we finish this," you pointed at the pizza, "and watch a movie?"

You had learned that watching a movie with Carmy was shorthand for a nap on the couch since he was always so fucking tired.

He chuckled against your mouth.

"I think I can manage that," he replied, guiding you by the hand to the living room.

[Part 8]

@th3h0nkz @faephoria @wadupppp

#replies #carmy x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto fanfiction #carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto x you #carmy x you #carmy berzatto smut

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teyamsatan · 10 months

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Ok, so I need to get this off my chest because it’s been weighing heavily on my mind. I’ve never properly addressed this because I honestly think it’s not something that deserves the traffic, but my entire feed has been overwhelmed with negativity and it’s genuinely making me want to not be on here anymore.

1. I age up my characters. No, that absolutely does not make me a paedophile. You don’t like it, the door’s right there, the block button’s easily accessible, i tag my fics, you can block tags, there’s so many things you can do.

2. Throwing words with such horrible and serious connotations around as a hyperbole is not quirky and doesn’t make you interesting, it makes you an asshole who diminishes and undermines real world problems to make yourself feel better about literally the most inane of non-problems.

3. If you have time to give a shit about someone you don’t know on the internet who finds joy in some artistic relief, you haVE TOO MUCH TIME!!! I’m curious how many of you actually have any concern or involvement in anything regarding actual paedophilia, that concerns actual kids, actual real life people.

4. If you do indeed believe that someone who ages up a literal fictional tall blue alien is a “paedophile”, you genuinely, genuinely need to go out and touch some grass, BUT what absolutely KILLS me is the absolute unhinged hypocrisy: you want to think you’re better than me, you denounce my work publicly, and then FOLLOW ME and reblog my Jake smut (?!???!?). Like this actually blows my mind. So in your eyes, i am the scum of the earth, i deserve to die and go to jail cause i am “sexualising minors”, but THEN you’re ok with it when you get off to my smut that you do agree with. HOW?! You must be so flexible cause that’s some impressive mental acrobatics. Congrats!!!

5. YOU CANNOT PICK AND CHOOSE WHAT YOU’RE MORALLY SUPERIOR ABOUT!!! Pls get that through your head. If you can forgive “deviant” behaviour when you’re horny and need a Jake fic to get yourself off to, honey baby, you’re just as bad, cause you’re proving you’re willing to bend your morals for your own pleasure and selfish needs. Like PLEASE BE FOR FUCKING REAL!!!

6. This is for my readers and readers of fics in general - if you like what we write, please, please show it. I have seen/talked to several of my mutuals who want to take a step back because of so much negativity that outweighs the support at the moment. If you want to keep being able to enjoy this content, please show your favourite writers some love, especially at this time.

7. And for my mutuals/besties, please, please don’t get discouraged. I know it’s hard, and it sucks, and it’s so disheartening, but i am here to talk and here to stay, and we can get through this together. It would hurt me so badly to see genuinely talented, beautiful, creative, kind people be driven away by some lowlives with nothing better to do than bully people. Stay strong and know I’m always here for you.

This is the first and last time i will be addressing this. I will not be engaging with these people anymore, and i will be using the block button incredibly liberally going forward. Remember you’re responsible for curating your online experience. You don’t like/agree with something, FUCKING BLOCK ME. I BEG YOU.

That’s all. Stay safe and good luck, my loves. I love you. Xoxoxox

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spicyrottingbrains · 13 days

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I know others have said this before and i have raged in the tags of my reblogs before but I'm gonna say it again. Please stop tagging bucktommy fics with the buddie tag. You can ship bucktommy and write fics about them without including the buddie tag when there is no buddie in the fic. It ruins the experience for people who are looking for buddie fics and go into a fic expecting buddie to happen but it doesn't because people don't know how to tag their fics. I have nothing against bucktommy shippers, I'm just begging yall to tag your fics properly. Because the amount of fics that I have been a victim of where there's no buddie but the summary and/or tagging makes it seem like buddie is gonna be present is just making me so mad.

This should be applicable to everyone posting on ao3. Tag your fics properly. Tags are what help ppl find the content that they are looking for and enjoy. That is what the system is in place for. I AM BEGGING YOU LEARN TO USE THE TAGGING SYTEM CORRECTLY. And if you're new to ao3 it's not that hard to learn the tagging system. Take the time to learn and use it properly so that everyone can enjoy their time on the site.

#911 abc #911 #buddie #bucktommy #ao3 #tag your fics properly

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fangirltothefullest · 7 months

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God with all the proship talk I just wanna rant for 2 minutes like please. P l e a s e. I am begging you all to properly tag your works. I do not care what you do in your free time but if I don't like it I don't want to see it. I see it all the time in MCYT RPF on Ao3. Shipping real life people is kinda weird to me! Shipping real life Minors is weird to me!!!! I can't and won't police your enjoyment of that content but fucking tag it! I shouldn't be seeing your fic under "No Fandom," you have a Fandom! I Blocked Your Fandom Tag On Purpose!!!! I'm too young to be using the phrase "kids these days" seriously take 5 seconds to learn basic Fandom etiquette and tag your posts properly. Sorry if you're getting bullied by people in the tag but like. That doesn't mean you should not use the tag. The tag is there for a reason. Use it.

Oh no I completely agree, my point was that taboo subjects are fine to write but people still need to TAG their taboo subjects so people don't see it who don't want to and so people know what they're getting onto.

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silver-heller · 1 month

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On Navigating AO3

I've gotten what feels like the millionth comment about two issues, in particular, from people who are just starting to read on Ao3 but don't actually know how to navigate the site.

So, and know I am saying this with affection...

PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY, READ FIC INFORMATION! AND GO TO AUTHOR PAGES, I AM BEGGING YOU!

To start off, this box is the first thing on the page when you open a fic, and it feels like so many new users just skip over it despite its importance:

This lets you know the fic's age rating, archive warnings, the types of relationships within the fic, the fandom, the relationships, the characters, additional tags, language, if it's a part of a series or not, and the stats. You are doing fics a disservice by reading them without this information.

PS: & is for platonic and / is for romantic.

However, Ao3 sometimes misrepresents what part of a series a fic is in, so I am begging people to please just click into a series if they feel they are missing some context.

Ao3 is littered with spaces for information, so don't think we're finished just yet. Below the title is the summary (fic description) and note area which will include the beginning notes or will let you know if there are notes at the bottom of the fic (both written by the author), all of which can give extra context:

Also, at the bottom of a fic that is a part of a series, there are two links, one to the previous fic and another to the series. The part number is also more accurate. Please use them:

It drives me up the wall how "previous work" is right there, and so many people don't click on it but go to comment about how confused they are anyway.

I know no one means any harm but, as a fic writer, it is exhausting to have to deal with people complaining my fics "make no sense" when they put no effort into understanding the actual context, or sometimes anything about the fic.

Another thing that is exhausting? Getting comments that are the equivalent of "I really hope you write more for this fandom! I love how you write the characters, I wish I could read more of it from you," when I have multiple other fics for that fandom. So, let's look back at that fic title, shall we? Right below it is the author name, and it's a link:

If you want to see more works by that author, you can click on their author name (in this case, All_Nightmares_Start_As_Dreams) to look through their profile. One of the first things you will encounter is their fandom list and, by clicking on fandoms, you can see their other works for that fandom. On the list, it will also put how many fics they have for that fandom next to its name:

Yes, I do get this comment about Lackadaisy fics despite having written 147 of them lol.

Now, you might not be able to see someone's full catalogue of fics because they have some fics locked, meaning only registered users can view them. Personally? I have some of my fics locked for this reason. Guest commenters tend to not only not understand how to use the site, but ignore the information laid out in front of them. I have some series I am very dedicated to writing and, quite frankly, I do not have the energy to constantly explain to guest commenters the set of series I've raveled myself in lol. Please prove me wrong, start using your tools!

But also...please just register for an account. You can still keep using Ao3 as a guest while you wait to get your email with the invite, but at least, eventually, you will have an account. This will help you start using Ao3 more and understanding how it all works so you can more properly follow your favorite writers and save your favorite fics. You can even start posting for yourself, yay! It's free, and you'll get access to more fics, you have nothing to lose.

#ao3 #ao3 advice #archive of our own #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3 stuff

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rosie-kairi · 6 months

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Aight lads I have come once again to break hearts because Lauriam and Ven have me in a chokehold and this is the saddest yet. Also I am in no way a competent writer so if any of your mutuals or followers want to take these ideas and run with it please by all means go ahead I will be lurking on ao3 waiting for fics and ready with kudos.

Biggest #1 change. Everything is the same except Ventus is actually Lauriam and Strelitzia's actual little brother. Their parents died when Ven was a toddler so 9-year-old Lauriam was now a single parent to his two younger siblings so the protective instinct runs deep.

Since Ven doesn't really remember their parents whenever he tries to picture them all he can see is Lauriam who would comfort him when he woke up from a bad dream, who wrapped him in blankets and sang him lullabies, who helped him learn to tie his shoes button his buttons and zip his zippers. Ven still feels lonely because obviously he loves his siblings and they do spend time together but there's quite an age gap (Lauriam is probably 6 years older and Strelitzia is probably 4 years older). So when they get keyblades Ven is among if not the youngest keyblade wielder and when all your peers are preteens/teens/young adults well it's no surprise no one wants an 8 year old Ven to tag along.

This means when Darkness possesses Ven it's like way more purposeful, he lures Strelitzia into the house and she quickly picks up something is wrong. She draws her keyblade demanding Ven be released and Darkness speaks to her through Ven that he's weak and it would be so easy to end him and just to taunt her has him hold his own keyblade ready to slice his throat. Strelitzia is naturally terrified for her baby brother and quickly switches to begging. She can't fight him afraid he'll get hurt and pleads to spare his life. Darkness then asks if she would take his place and Strelitzia agrees. So she willingly lets Darkness kill her to save Ven, he still watched the murder happen but was in a daze so his memories are hazy.

This of course makes the later confrontation like 10x worse Ven feels so so guilty he feels he should've died and has to repent Lauriam is dealing with grief and crushing failure and in a moment of weakness takes it out on Ven. so when Ven goes to trap Darkness within himself Lauriam is far more panicked but is still unable to stop him.

So imagine Lauriam making the jump forward in time. If they get separated he's now lost both his siblings possibly for good and if they travel together then he's powerless to stop xehanort from tearing Ven in two and the last thing he sees is his 12 year old brother left dying on the ground never able to properly make up for his constant failure.

OUGHHH. GHGHUH

Ventus being their biological little brother..... I am a sucker for that lil idea (thinks about the omori au thing). Also. lol at single parent lauriam. boy experiences the crushing pains of being a single father to two children at the tender age of 9. Any guy can be a babygirl but it takes a real man to be a single mother y'know.

I think that makes the Strelitzia situation worse in both character's perspectives. You are Ventus and you discover that you got you older sister killed. You are Lauriam and you have just been told that your baby brother- the boy you practically raised- was indirectly responsible for the death of your younger sister. What do either of you do in that situation? That's not something you can really come back from.

And all of those horrible things happening to Ven when Lauriam can do nothing about it. Ough.

(I think I'm gonna be tagging this saga as "Windflower Family Fun Times!!!!" because 1. organizational purposes 2. windflower is a cute name for this duo and 3. no one here is having a fun time.)

#ask rosie a question!#anon ask #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts union x #khux #windflower family fun times!#kh ventus #kh lauriam #kh strelitzia #ventus #lauriam #strelitzia

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ohbo-ohno · 5 months

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I have this idea for a ghoap puppy play fic but like it's really dark and fucked up and not to mention I can not write for the life of me 😭 Is there any tips that you have that may help me?

ohhh man oh fuck oh shit. getting asked advice is terrifying lmao im TERRIBLE at advice but i'll give it my best 💞

tag me in any and every ghoap puppy play fic always. please god i am begging, if you end up comfortable enough to post this, send it to me! i want to read it!!!

write entirely for yourself and don't even THINK about what other people might think. if you're too scared of what others think, don't post the fic! if you do end up posting, odds are (if you tag properly) you'll have a positive reaction. i write almost exclusively dark fic and i've probably gotten a single digit number of hate comments, you just gotta hope a hate train doesn't focus on you lmao

try writing without editing as you go. i get the most written and my favorite stuff written when im not stopping every other sentence to make sure it's alright. try and get like 500-1000 words down, then take a break, then go back and read it

going with that - try to get down every thought you have, then see if you can do something with it. my "outlines" are usually just a couple bullet points with me mapping out what could happen. you can flesh it out more as it goes. go step by step without thinking about the ending and see where you can get, yk?

for smut - what's being thought is just as important as what's being done, especially with noncon since a lot of the hotness comes from the rejection. we all understand the physicality of sex, i want to know what your characters are thinking, especially with dark stuff

#asks and answers #god im so fucking bad at giving advice LMAO im SORRY!!!!

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neptoons1998 · 1 year

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Count Your Blessings

A/N: sorry it took me so long but I wanted to write a good long and flushed-out one-shot about this one. Plus I work at a theme park so I’m going to be like super busy, not such when I will be adding more fics. Hopefully, I will have some more downtime to write the other fics I have written out. Also, this is not beta I tried my best

Tag gang 🤘🏿: @mal-urameshi @pantherheart @6-noir @somethingcleaverandwhitty @karimwillia @dominiquesheart

Summary: The heart shape herbs are dying. Shuri is scrambling to figure out why and hopefully she figure it out before all the plants die.

“What do you mean it’s failing?” Shuri asked.

Failure and frustrations stewed in the young royal’s face. Shuri was in the lab, everything was slowly going back to the things they were. Shuri got Namor to yield, the council viewed her as the new black panther, and the reconstruction of the Golden City was almost done. Now the heart-shaped herbs that she reconstructed using her beloved brother’s DNA aren’t working.

“How can it be?” Shuri mumbled to herself as she worked on the workboard. Trying to see if she messed up on the calculations in the recreation of the heart herb.

“The soil samples are Vibranium-rich and there are no intruder species apparent,” The lab assistant stated showing the royal the soil samples. Shuri could only press her lips together in frustration, “There has to be a reason?”

Shuri stood up straighter, “If the Heart-shape herbs die,

“So will the black panther,” Shuri finished. Her stomach curled into itself at the thought of failure once again. Can I do anything right?

“I’m going to the forest to see it for myself. Maybe I can figure out the answer,” Shuri as to her assistants.

The walk to the forest was a long one, but it did help clear Shuri’s mind a little. Ever since the Battle with the Takol; she has been working nonstop.

Shuri went to the area where the lab scientist grabbed the soil samples from. She could hear the soft creaks of the trees swing in the air. The royal sat on her knees to see a closer look at one of the herbs, to a normal person it looked like everything was fine. The small plant’s heavenly glow was slowly dimming down.

“What am I doing wrong?” Shuri asked out loud. She gave a short chuckle like the plant itself would tell her the answer. As Shuri was thinking up theories on why the plants were dying. She heard her name, she looked around the secluded forest to see if anyone had followed her. Maybe I am imagining things Shuri sighed as she got up from her knees. She heard her name again before Shuri could reply darkness covered her.

Her eyes snapped open as she looked around. The beautiful blues and soft purples of the sky greeted Shuri as she sat up from the gravel ground, “Ah, I see that you are awake,” a voice Shuri woke up on the Ancestral planes. There stood Bast in all divine glory of the goddess.

“Bast,” Shuri gasped out as stumbled trying to stand up to greet the goddess properly.

Shuri bowed, “It’s good to see you.”

Bast gave a soft smile, “As it to see you, Panther.”

“I’m sure you know why I called you,” Bast said as the pair walked around grassy plains.

“It’s herbs they are dying,” Shuri said as she looked at her hands, “And I don’t know how to fix it. I need your guidance, please.”

Bast places her hands over Shuri’s, “It’s a simple answer to why the herb is dying.”

“Wait, you know what’s wrong with the herb?” Shuri asked as she stopped in her tracks. Bast nodded confirming it to Shuri, “Yes I know why there’s a blockage between the Panther and the herb.”

“Well,” Shuri mumbled. Didn’t she want her to fix the herbs? Why is she withholding the knowledge from her?

“Always straight to point with you,” Bast laughed covered with one of her hands, “You are very different from the other avatars.”

“Bast please,” Shuri begged after the goddess finished with her laughter. Bast decided to take pity on her new avatar, “The reason why it’s blocked is that you denied one of my loves.”

“You love?” Shuri repeated back. She remembers the story about Bast and her many wives. Each Black Panther had a partner who would love and be with them until the end of time or at least that is what Shuri remembers when her mother told her the story when she was a child.

“Riri,” Shuri whispered out she remembered seeing her name on her left hip bone.

I keep bringing her back. She deserved better than me, Shuri thought, Bast nodded, “Yes, and by rejecting her the herbs will continue to die until both of you become lovers.”

“And what if she doesn’t want me,” Shuri whispered. She could recall the sadness in the woman’s eyes when she said she didn’t want her in her life. Shuri glanced at Bast, “After all the awful things I said… she won’t forgive me.”

Bast, who can see and know all. The goddess already sees the outcome, “Then try. The herbs are at stake.”

The conversation ends Shuri wakes up from being in the plains. Shuri curled into herself, she now knew what she had to do. The herbs' livelihood rest on if Riri will forgive her.

“To the United States,” Shuri said to herself as she got from the cold ground.

Riri could handle alot of things, solving difficult equations no problem. Hustling her side- business while working on her new iron suit, light work.

Having your soulmate reject you… she was dealing with it. If there was one thing Riri got from her late father she roll with the punches, weather any storm. The college can’t lie she was struggling with this one.

Even though Riri thought the concept of soulmates was stupid in Riri’s opinion. Anyone with eyes would know it’s just corporate interesting people to buy their products to “The One.” She knew her mom believed in soulmates, Riri remembers the two names curled around her mother’s lower neck.

And look where that got her, Riri thought, both of her mom’s soulmates died. Maybe Shuri was onto something.

Even thinking of the other woman made Riri’s throat tighten. She shooked her head she need to focus on the new iron suit that she wanted to work on. Riri raced out the door from her last class of the day. She swung her backpack over her shoulders as she made her way to her new garage lab.

“MJ is right I need to work on a better name,” Riri thought as she finally made her way into the isolated warehouse. Riri placed her backpack down as she started powering up her systems, to focus on the task at hand she didn’t notice the figure that lurked behind her in the shadows. Shuri knew she needed to make her presents known but what could she say to her soulmate that was made to love her that she rejected outright? And after nine months with no contact, now wants to talk to you because something important is at stake A funny quip won’t do.

“Are you going continued hid in the shadows like a stalker or are you going to face me?” Shuri looked up. Riri lend on her workbench she may not know where Shuri was but she knew she was there somewhere in the dark.

Shuri having no choice as crept out of the shadows. Riri still straight-faced greeted her, “What do you want ?”

“Can’t I just say hello,” Shuri cringed at her attempt to joke. Riri scoffed, if she wasn't relying on her hurt emotions she would have crumbled at just the small piece of Shuri that wanted to say hello to her.

“Why are you here, Shuri?” Riri asked again refusing to play cat and mouse with her now. Not after everything. “You made yourself pretty clear that you didn’t want any relationship with me.”

Shuri bit her lip, “I did, didn’t I?”

Riri turned her back to her, she had more important things she could be doing right now, “If you’re here for a social call then I am fine and I haven’t told anyone about my soulmate. Now please leave.”

Shuri knew it was going to be hard. Dealing with Riri’s cold shoulder Shuri would rather go to Antarctica in her plain clothes. She knew the negative degrees would give her more warmth at this very moment, “I’m here because I need your help.”

Riri stopped moving her pen casting a glance over her shoulder at the woman, “Help?”

“Yes,” Shuri said, “The Heart-Shape herb is dying.”

Riri turn herself fully around, “That’s impossible you worked on it day and night! It worked, ho-why?”

Shuri could sense her confusion about the herbs dying state, “Because I denied my soulmate, which is Bast one of many mates.”

“So because you refused my love the plants are dying and your god is mad at you?” Riri repeated. Shuri nodded at Riri’s statement. Riri looked at her, “Well I love you, Shuri.”

“That’s not how that works,” Shuri said as she came closer to the short woman.

“Really how was it supposed to work ?” Riri remarked. Shuri grits her teeth forgetting how impatient she could be, “It has to be sincere.”

“It’s not like it wasn’t sincere the first time, plus we’re on a time crunch now,” Riri crossed her arms taking a step away from Shuri. “So the goddess wants me but not my soulmate,” Riri whispered bitterly.

Shuri didn’t have a comeback for that. All the woman could do is look at the woman, who she denied her love. Riri looked up from the ceiling as if stop herself from crumbling. Riri took a shaky deep breath, “Look I help, but you’re going to have to work hard to gain not just my love but my trust. “

Shuri could barely respond as she gave the woman a curt nod. The pair went back to Wakanda to save the Heart-shaped herbs. In the coming days, the pair didn’t talk together other one was mad and the other was in deep sorrow about what happened to them.

Riri was in the lab when Shuri walked in. The royal was hoping for a small chance of silence before one of the councilmen would find her here.

“So you were telling the truth,” Riri said looking at the DNA of the herb. Shuri very noticed how comfortable having Riri back here was.

“I didn’t need to lie to you,” Shuri relied Riri looked up to see her. Shuri wanted to say more, it was her fault they were in this mess.

Riri snorted, “No this time.”

Shuri was getting frustrated anytime she tried to bond with Riri, the short woman was never come out of her room. Shuri, desperate took Nakia’s advice on recovering her relationship with Riri. The pair went to what Riri thought was “marriage counseling” with one of the priestesses. The woman looked beyond her years as her hair was beaded with shades of purple and gold.

The priestess all knowing smile at the couple,” Relationships are a lot like houses: without a good foundation, they’ll crumble. When a light bulb goes out, you don’t buy a new house, you change the bulb. When the faucet drips, you don’t start mopping the floor before you fix the leak. “ Shuri finished the quote. The priestess gave her a knowing smile, “In other words, no matter how much digging it takes, it’s important to get to the root of a problem.”

Riri slouched on one side of the couch with her arms crossed. Does she have to act like a know-it right now? The woman thought as she picked on her nails, “Always have to act all high and mighty don’t you.”

“Try to respond to your partner instead of reacting.”The priestess requested Riri.

“Fine, I feel like this a waste of time,” Riri said as her eyebrows quirked up, “I feel like I’m only here to save the future herbs from dying. That Shuri doesn’t really want me to be here.”

“I never said that,” Shuri commented, “If I didn’t want you here you wouldn’t be here.”

Riri rolled her eyes, “One doesn’t need words to know how you feel about me Shuri.”

Shuri shook her head turning to look at her soulmate,” See you’re trying to put words in my mouth. I want our relationship to work too.”

Riri shifted her arms away just in case Shuri tried to hold her, “Only because of the herbs at stake. Were you ever really going to talk to me? Or is that your guilty talking?”

Shuri bit her lip, “No you’re not playing fair.”

“Fair? Fair?” Riri snapped at her before shifting her eyes back to the priestess, “Do you want to know what’s unfair, Shuri? What’s unfair is when the soulmate that you have been dying to meet and love for your whole life BLAMES you for what happened!”

Riri took up from her feet, “And the cherry on top of that shitty cake is that the stupidest part of me is still holding out hope that you love me back!”

Riri ran out the session without any more words left to say. Shuri’s chest felt hollow. She became uncertain that she could fix the mess she made. The royal knew she need to give the young woman some time to breathe before she could go back and explain herself.

Late in the evening, Shuri hesitated in knocking on Riri’s door. After everything they said was out in the open with the priestess. Shuri wasn’t sure how to handle this situation unlike her brother she didn’t focus on the aspect of love and how important is. She into improving the state of the golden city and Wakandan people.

Yet another thing her brother was good at, She thought she straighten her back. As she knocked again, the door gave in to her touch

The room was dark and eerily like nobody was living in this room.

“Riri,” Shuri called out. There she saw the soft light of the joint bathroom. Shuri panicking rushing into the room. Riri lend her head to her forearm that sat on the rim of the toilet. Shuri smelt the sour smell of vomit.

Shuri came closer to her soulmate, “Aw Riri.”

She slowly moved the woman from the toilet and sat her lend her on the bathtub. She could see that Riri was in a trance-like state. Like she didn’t acknowledge Shuri’s presence. Shuri would worry about that later she wanted to focus on making sure Riri was alright.

“Riri are you with me?” Shuri gently. Riri blinked a couple of times before she looked at Shuri, “Yeah yeah I’m here.”

Shuri was placed on the bed. There the pair lay in silence, Shuri knew she probably overstayed her welcome. Riri was fine now so there was no point in her being here anymore.

As Shuri slowly tried to creep out, “I keep having the same nightmare.”

That stilled Shuri. Riri kept on like she didn’t feel Shuri’s movement, “ It always started so peaceful in the throne room and- the water starts flooding. “ Riri unconsciously grabbed her fingers around Shuri. Shuri could only cradle her. The royal wanted to give her soulmate sometype of comfort as she talked about her nightmare. “I couldn’t move. Like I was stuck there. A-all I wanted to do it is to get out of there, Shuri. Why couldn’t I have move?” Riri asked as her breath quickened and started to recall the final moments with the late queen. Shuri took the woman out of the bathroom and had them sit on the bed. Once Riri could regain breathing again the pair fell into silence. Shuri tried to figure out what words she should say; having no idea of the weight of the accident weighing on Riri’s soul.

“W-what you said to me on that day,” Riri said as she cradle herself into Shuri’s lap. Her doe brown eyes looked up at the woman who had broken her heart and yet was willing to give Shuri a second chance at it. “It hurt my feelings…I thought I did something wrong.”

“I’m sorry,” Shuri supplied as she curled her fingers, “It wasn’t your fault.”

“Then why did you make it seem like it was?” Riri asked. Her voice sounded defeated. To be fair Riri was tried so was tired of all the guilt she had in her heart, “I thought if my soulmate didn’t want me who would y’know?” Riri said her hands cupping Shuri’s cheeks. Her nightmare had finally passed, Riri felt safe and protected by her soulmate. Riri could feel her eyes wanting to close for even longer. The woman didn’t see Shuri shaking her head as she slipped back into the dream world, “I will always choose you, my beloved.”

Come morning Riri had the best sleep in the world. She gave half a groan cuddling herself further into Shuri’s body.

“Are you awake?”

All Riri wanted to do is continue to listen to Shuri’s steady and strong heartbeat. Riri didn’t want to deal with her outburst from their last session or her nightmares that Shuri probably wanted to know.

Riri gave a nod knowing she was going to have to deal with her faith,” Yeah.”

“What I said to you before you left- it wasn’t fair and it was cruel. I was mad at everyone and everything I just wanted everyone to feel the same pain as I did,” Shuri said placing her hands with Riri’s.

Riri shook her head, “No no that’s unfair to you. You were right, this whole thing wouldn’t have happened if I didn’t have a big ego.”

“Big ego or not,” Shuri said, “The outside world would find a way to the material. It was unfair for me to place all the blame on you.”

“Give me another chance to make it right for you,” Shuri said, “Let me be the soulmate you want me to be.”

Riri could feel the small cry her body wants to let out, “Okay, please take good care of my heart from now on.”

Shuri sealed her vow to her with a soft kiss.

In the coming days, the pair finally moved past and could enjoy being soulmates. Riri learned that she liked sleeping on top of Shuri. When Shuri asked why the short woman responsed, “I like listening to your heartbeat.”

After that Shuri made sure her love rest comfortably on top of her. The pair were so wrapped up in each other that they didn’t notice that herbs were healing. The plants had their soft glow back.

“I’m glad everything worked out,” Riri said as she stood up. The pair was in the forest where the plants were rooted. Riri still looking at the herbs, while Shuri was admiring her love’s beauty. This is what she was denying herself. Riri’s love and her loyalty, the royal knew she would work hard every day until she is worthy she got her love back. Being with her Shuri could see everything a little more clearly, she knew she was going to marry this woman but she knew she had to at least until Riri graduated. When Riri’s doe eyes looked at her,” What?”

Shuri took her hands into hers as they made their way back to the palace, “Nothing just happy that everything is fine now.”

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Steddie shippers. Let’s talk.

I don’t mind you, I don’t look at you, in general. I prefer not to think about you. It’s not a ship I’m interested in and so I ignore it, patiently.

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This isn’t the first time I’ve seen pure Steddie content posted in the Ronance(wlw) space where Ronance was actually a background, and maybe even only a mentioned ship.

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Darkness Declares Glory | Chapter 3 | S.R

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A/N - this fic deals with some very dark themes such as drug use, self-harm and suicidal ideation. Please proceed with caution and Minors DNI. There is a reader insert but it is very Spencer-centric.

The ending of this chapter is particularly dark, as always please proceed with caution.

Chapter Summary - Spencer wakes up in a psychiatric facility with Emily at his bedside and has to face some of his demons head on.

Pairing - Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - dark angst, smut, eventual happy ending.

Content Warnings - psychiatric institutions, loss of time, talk of hospitalisation, overdoses, drug use, gunshot wounds, self inflicted wounds, serious weight loss, swearing, talk of suicide, restraints, startling realisations, scars, track marks, aggression, violence, self harm, featuring Cat Adam’s.

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Chapter 3 - Another Man’s Grave

When he opened his eyes again he hissed at the bright lights worming their way to his retinas and quickly shut them again.

His head was throbbing as was his entire body. He felt like he’d been hit by a freight train. He could feel every beat of his heart against his rib cage, feel every sharp intake of breath.

He wiggled his fingers and then his toes but even that caused him agony.

“W-what…w-where?” He croaked without opening his eyes.

“Spencer? Oh my gosh Spencer! Can you hear me?”

“Hmm.” He hummed before forcing his eyes back open.

He squinted against the intrusion of light and a figure came into view.

“I was so worried about you. I thought…I thought…”

“W-where am I E-Emily?”

There was a long stretch of silence in which Spencer tried to raise his hands to his face to rub his eyes.

His arms wouldn’t move.

He blinked and looked down to try and ascertain why that might be and quickly found the answer.

He was bound at the wrists by thick leather cuffs, strapping him to the rails of the bed. Looking back at Emily his wide eyes demanded answers.

“Emily, where am I?”

“You’re in DC.” She sniffed a little, her bottom lip quivering. “You’re in the Psychiatric Institute of Washington.”

Spencer’s wide eyes grew even wider and then darted away from her.

He still couldn’t focus properly but he glanced around the room taking in the just off white walls of the empty space he found himself in.

Just a bed and four walls. And Emily.

And him. Strapped to the bed. In a psychiatric facility.

“H-how? I don’t understand. I-I…why am I here? Why are you here?”

“You had me listed as your emergency contact. Even though I’ve barely seen you in two years.”

“What? I only left the BAU seven months ago.” Spencer’s head was pounding.

He wanted to rub his eyes, needed to rub his eyes but his movement was halted by the restraints.

“No, Spencer. You left the BAU two years ago.” Emily sniffed again. When Spencer didn’t reply she continued. “What’s the last thing you remember?”

“I uh…”

Buying drugs. Dilaudid and cocaine. Taking them in the bathroom of a seedy bar.

“I’m not sure.”

“You said the same yesterday.” Emily sighed, running her fingers through her hair.

“Y-yesterday?” His eyes somehow got wider, nearly bulging out of his head.

“You don’t remember?”

“I don’t remember anything! You’re here telling me I’m in a psychiatric facility and I haven’t seen you in two years? Apparently I don’t remember the last year and half of my life, Emily!” He raised his voice the best he could.

Emily chewed on her lip.

“You were in hospital for nearly three weeks and you were transferred here yesterday when you were deemed medically stable. You were discharged into their care. You're restrained because you tried to escape. You were kicking and screaming and attacking the nurses, begging…begging for…for…” Emily cut herself off with a stifled sob.

“Begging for drugs?” Spencer assumed but Emily shook her head.

“Begging for someone to end your misery. Begging for someone to kill you.” She swallowed hard and blinked rapidly to push her tears back down. “You don’t remember that?”

“I don’t remember anything.” His chest heaved. “How the fuck can I just have forgotten the last eighteen months of my life! Tell me Emily, I need to know what happened.”

She took a few deep breaths as though she was contemplating not saying anything. She didn’t think it would help him to know the story.

But she also knew Spencer was stubborn and wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“You were found passed out in a pool of your own vomit. You were barely breathing and high out of your mind. You had a gunshot wound in your thigh, the bullet came from the gun you had in your possession and judging by the trajectory of the wound the doctors assumed it was self-inflicted.

You had dilaudid and cocaine on you which is what you were presumed to have overdosed on. Your left arm was infected from wounds left untreated where the skin had been picked at and picked at.

You had multiple untreated open wounds on your thigh that didn’t take a genius to figure out we’re self-inflicted also. You’re emaciated, there’s barely anything left of you Spence. You were seriously dehydrated, malnourished and your heart was barely beating when they found you.

I was so fucking scared. I have never been so scared in my life. Not when I faced down Doyle or even Scratch. Seeing you in that hospital bed close to death was the most terrified I have ever been. And I’m not the only one. You scared all of us, Spence. We thought you were going to die.”

Spencer laid in silence carefully taking in every single one of Emily’s words in a vain attempt to try and piece his life back together.

Drugs made sense. Shooting himself in the leg he wasn’t surprised by. Injuries to his arm correlated too, he didn’t remember them being infected though.

An overdose wouldn’t surprise him. He was smart enough to know how much was too much but at a certain point the drugs permitted him from remembering how much he’d already taken. An overdose sounded right.

Being in hospital for three weeks didn’t seem correct. Wouldn’t he remember that? Shouldn’t he remember being transferred here yesterday?

Shouldn’t he remember the last two years of his life?

He knew he’d lost track of time a while ago, days blurring into weeks but had time really warped so badly in his mind that he’d mistaken two years for only seven months? Or even worse, had he completely lost almost a year and a half of his life?

“How did you…I don’t take my wallet out with me. How did they know who I was? How to contact you?” He was trying to stick to learning the facts. Facts had always helped him make sense of things.

“Your gun. At least it was registered or you could have been facing charges on top of everything.” Emily sighed yet again.

He’d never seen her like this before. She was terrified and it was all his fault.

But now was not the time to go on a downward self-pity spiral.

“You said everyone was worried? The team…they saw me like this?”

“No. I didn’t let them. I didn’t think you’d want them to see you in the state you were in so I made the call. But I had to tell them what had happened.

JJ’s beside herself, Luke and Garica too. Rossi is already talking about handing over whatever it costs to get you rehabilitated. Matt and Tara are just as scared as everyone else. Spence, I have to ask you something…”

Spencer swallowed. He already knew what she was going to ask him. It was written all over her face.

“I don’t know is the answer.” He croaked. “I have contemplated ending it all. A lot. But I can't remember if I deliberately overdosed or not, Emily. I certainly wasn’t in a good head space. So it stands to reason that I…that this…was an attempt on my own life.”

Emily’s eyes swam with tears but she didn’t seem surprised to hear his confession. The mutilation to his body at his own hands was evidence enough of his state of mind.

How had she not seen this sooner? Spencer had cut off contact with them all when he’d left the BAU but she could have tried harder. She should have tried harder.

She should have known he was struggling, should have helped him before it got this far.

As if reading her mind, Spencer spoke again.

“Emily, this isn’t your fault.” He swallowed dryly. “I shut you all out. I didn’t ask for help. It wasn’t on you to put my shattered pieces back together.”

“But you’re my friend. I should have seen-“

“No Emily. Please don’t blame yourself.” He tried to reach for her but was thwarted again by his restraints. “Goddamnit. If I swear I’m not going to try and hurt myself or anyone else, can I get out of these fucking restraints?”

“That would be up to the Doctor. I can go and get him.” Emily was already moving towards the door.

“Before you go…” Spencer called after her and he waited for her to turn back around before he continued. “Has anyone called Y/N? I don’t know if it’s necessarily a good idea but I really want to see her.”

Emily’s brows knitted into a frown and she took a couple of steps back towards him.

“Y/N?” She chewed on her lip.

Spencer’s own features turned into a frown.

“My ex-girlfriend.” Spencer stared at her.

A flash of an emotion Spencer couldn’t place crossed her features. She didn’t speak so he continued.

“You’ve met her?” Spencer’s eyebrows pinched together so tightly it caused his head to throb harder. “We met her on that case with the bombings. She worked for the DC field office. We dated for years, you were friends.”

Emily’s expression was unreadable. Usually Spencer could read her so well but in his current state, his profiling abilities slipped by the wayside.

She came closer to Spencer’s bed and gently rested her hand on his arm.

“Oh ok. We’ll talk about that later. Right now you need to focus on yourself.”

“I know I haven’t seen her for nearly two years but she was the love of my life!” He sniffed. “And then she just left. I know I haven’t seen or spoken to her since but I really need to see her now.”

Emily exhaled a shaky breath and gave his arm a light squeeze.

“Spencer, listen to me.” She choked out. “Now is not the time to worry about that, ok?”

“But I…” he trailed off with a huff.

“I'm going to get your doctor ok?”

“Fine.” Spencer clenched his jaw as he watched Emily leave.

Why was she trying to avoid the topic? He knew it had been a long time but he needed you more than ever right now.

He closed his eyes to try and keep his tears at bay.

He took a deep breath in, held it for a few seconds and then exhaled. He repeated this a few times in an attempt to calm himself.

He could picture you at Rossi’s laughing along to something the older man had said.

He could see you clinking wine glasses with JJ and Emily, and dancing with Garcia.

He could imagine you chatting to Luke and Matt and listening intently to Tara’s stories.

He saw you at his bedside in the hospital.

“You know deep down that if this was real, I wouldn’t be here.”

“Emily must have called you.”

“We both know that she didn’t Spencer. Think about it. Really think about it.”

“Think about what?”

“You still don’t get it do you?”

“Get what? I don’t understand. Y/N please tell me what’s going on.”

“You have to figure it out for yourself. I’m only a figment of your drug-addled brain.”

“Please Y/N, tell me what’s going on. I’m so confused.”

“You’ll figure it out. You’re a genius after all.”

“Please Y/N, don’t go! I miss you! Please don’t leave me again!”

“Close your eyes and rest. It will make more sense in the morning.”

His eyes shot open again and his tears overflowed.

He suddenly missed you so much. He’d never realised quite how much until this moment.

Now he was at his absolute lowest and he needed you.

He wanted to rub his eyes, wipe away his tears but then the door opened and Emily returned with his doctor, wheeling something behind him covered by a sheet.

He left the item in the corner and came over to Spencer’s side.

“I’m Doctor Delaney. How are you feeling, Mister Reid?”

“Doctor Reid.” Spencer croaked. “And I’d feel a lot better if I could be unrestrained.”

Doctor Delaney nodded softly, looking between Spencer and Emily.

“If I take off your restraints you have to promise me you’re going to stay calm.”

Spencer rolled his eyes, he was being treated like a child.

“I promise.” He spat.

“Ok. I have a little…activity…we like to do with our patients.” He spoke as he started undoing one of Spencer’s restraints.

As soon as his arm was free Spencer started rolling his wrist and flexing his fingers to try and get some feeling back into it.

“What kind of activity?” He asked as the doctor made his way around to Spencer’s other restraint.

“When admitted we find patients don’t often understand the effect their actions have had on themselves. Beneath the sheet over there is a mirror and we ask all patients to just take a moment and look at themselves so the harsh reality can begin to set in.”

Spencer wiggled his other arm once free and sat up on his elbows.

“I don’t want to.” He shook his head, looking to Emily for backup but she just shrugged. “I don’t…I got rid of the mirrors in my apartment a long time ago. I don’t like looking at my r-reflection.”

“I’m afraid it’s part of the treatment, Mister…Doctor Reid. You probably won’t like a lot of your time spent in recovery but it’s all necessary for healing.”

“Please don’t make me.” Spencer’s voice was small and childlike, still staring at Emily as though she could somehow protect him from this.

“I’ll be right here with you Doctor Reid, but it is a mandatory part of treatment.” Doctor Delaney helped Spencer sit up.

He felt instantly dizzy and as he placed his feet on the cold tiled floor he felt pins and needles flaring up his legs.

“Emily…” he choked, begging her with his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Spence, but the doctor is right. You need to see what you’ve done to yourself.” Emily shrugged again.

“I can’t…I don’t want to.” He was sobbing as the doctor pulled him to his feet.

His legs wobbled beneath him as though it was his first time standing.

“Ms Prentiss, I’m going to have to ask that you leave the room for this.” Delaney wrapped an arm around Spencer’s waist ignoring his protests.

If Spencer was stronger he might have been able to push him away but he was too weak.

“I’ll be right outside ok, Spence? I’ll come and see you as soon as you’re done.”

“Please don’t make me do this.” He sobbed, being dragged against his will towards the covered mirror.

“I’m sorry.” Emily sighed, turning away from him and fleeing the room.

Spencer tried to free himself from the doctor’s hold but it was impossible. His chest heaved with leaden sobs.

“Can you stand on your own?” Delaney ignored his attempts to escape him, knowing he didn’t have the strength.

He’d been bed bound for nearly three weeks before he’d been admitted to the PIW yesterday. He didn’t have the resilience to fight.

Spencer nodded pathetically as his tears seared down his cheeks. Delaney let go of him once he stood in front of the sheathed mirror.

“This isn’t going to be easy, I know that. But I’m right here and as soon as you want to stop I’ll cover it back up. But you need to do this, Doctor Reid. You need to see what your illness has done to you.”

Spencer clenched and unclenched his fists at his sides. Without Delaney’s arm around him he noticed how frantically his legs were trembling.

Delaney untied Spencer’s hospital gown and helped him remove it from his arms, leaving Spencer wearing nothing but his boxers and a series of bandages.

He moved towards the mirror while Spencer stood shaking and sobbing as his arms wrapped around his torso by way of trying to protect himself.

“Are you ready, Doctor Reid?”

“No.” Spencer shook his head, his bottom lip quivering. “Please don’t make me do this. I…I hate looking at myself.”

“I understand, I really do. But this is going to help in the long run, I promise you. It’s a benchmark, Spencer, can I call you Spencer?” Delaney waited until Spencer nodded before continuing. “Once you start to make progress you’ll see so many changes in yourself. But you won’t see those changes unless you know where you started. This is your wake up call, Spencer. You need to see where you ended up so you can start over again.”

Spencer knew logically that he was right. He understood how this worked and without physically seeing his rock bottom, Spencer wouldn’t be able to categorise his recovery.

He knew now was the best time for him to witness himself. Right now he was in the small window of time where his clarity was at its best. He was slightly groggy but he was sober and the withdrawals had yet to kick in.

Now was the best time for him to come face to face with his demons in the form of his own reflection.

Logically he knew this. But he still wasn’t ready.

“Can I…can I close my eyes?” Spencer choked on another sob.

“Until I’ve uncovered the mirror, yes. But I will need you to open them when I ask, ok?”

“I’ll try.” Spencer drew his bottom lip between his teeth and chewed forcibly upon it while squeezing his eyes shut.

He heard the rustling of the sheet being removed from the mirror and Spencer’s chest constricted as though someone were sitting on him.

He wrapped his arms tighter around himself, fingernails grazing over his skin like he might start picking at any moment.

“Spencer, please put your arms at your sides.” Delaney spoke calmly, so calmly that Spencer listened and dropped his arms to his sides. “Now take a few deep breaths and then I’m going to need you to open your eyes.”

Tears still escaped his closed eyes, rolling down his hollow cheeks. He tried his best to prepare himself for what he might see. But nothing in the entire world could have prepared him enough.

When he finally opened his eyes the man in the mirror looked absolutely nothing like Spencer remembered himself to look. He blinked several times, half convinced it wasn’t actually him.

What gave it away was the messy hair, though more lifeless than he remembered and the hazel eyes flecked with gold which had lost the sparkle they used to hold.

Aside from that, there was not a single thing Spencer recognised of himself. He made the decision to start from the top, slowly take in his appearance in bite sized chunks in an attempt not to overwhelm himself.

His face was gaunt, hollow cheeks and black circles dancing under his eyes. His skin was pallid as though he hadn’t seen the light of day in years.

Maybe he hadn’t?

His lips were drier, more cracked than he’d ever seen them, probably from the dehydration. Out of instinct he swiped his tongue over his lower lip in an attempt to moisturise it.

His jawline was so sharp he thought it might actually be able to cut glass.

Casting his eyes a little further down, he saw collar bones protruding from near translucent skin, practically piercing their way out from beneath his flesh.

He could see every single one of his rib bones under his alabaster flesh. He reminded himself of one of those skeletons you found in science classes in high school only with a thin layer of sheer skin draped over top.

There were several red, scabbed patches littering his chest from where he must have picked at his skin.

Pelvic bones jutted out painfully at odd angles above the waistband of his boxers which hung limply around his non-existent hips. His stomach was sallow and there was a nasty scar just above his belly button.

His arms were sinewy, all muscle he once had in his biceps depleted. His veins throbbed angrily beneath pale skin.

His left arm was bandaged from the crook to his wrist and he could just see some of the purple track marks peeking out above the dressing.

He wondered what lay underneath, how hideous his infected and marked arm looked.

His right thigh was also profusely bandaged down to his knee. It was only now he was looking at it did he feel the pain from the bullet wound and the self-inflicted cuts.

He must have gotten lucky when he shot himself because he could still stand which was a miracle in itself. After he was shot in the knee years ago he couldn’t stand for weeks.

Like his biceps, all the muscles he’d built up in his legs over years of chasing down unsubs had deteriorated.

He wanted to get beneath the bandages and see the true extent of the damage. The damage he’d caused himself.

He finally let his eyes take in his whole appearance and it was like looking at a stranger. This wasn’t the Spencer Reid he remembered. This was some kind of terrifying illusion made to trick him. There was absolutely no way that was him.

Something caught his eye on the corner of the mirror and soon someone appeared behind him.

They placed their hands on Spencer’s bare shoulders and he shuddered at the touch.

“Truth hurts, doesn’t it?” Cat grinned at him in his reflection.

What do you want?

“A front row seat to your inevitable breakdown. Putting you in prison was one thing. I never in my wildest dreams would have imagined it would have turned out this well.” She snaked her arms around his thin waist, fingers dancing over the waistband of his boxers.

Don’t touch me. You’ve done enough damage.

“Oh Spencie, don’t pretend you don’t want me. You said it yourself, you and I are the same. Don’t fight it.” Her breath was hot against his face and he shuddered again.

Leave me alone! I don’t want you anywhere near me.

“Because I’m not Y/N?” She smirked.

Yes. Yes, just leave me alone!

“You and I both know you always wanted me more. And you know you can’t have her. You can have me though. All you have to do is ask.”

Her fingers continued to wander over the only piece of fabric keeping him concealed. When they brushed over his stomach before venturing lower again and toying with the waistband, it was like a flip had switched.

“Don’t fucking touch me, you bitch!” He screamed, clenched fists slamming into the mirror, shattering it on impact. “Don’t fucking touch me! Just leave me alone! Please leave me alone!”

With glass shards in his knuckles he tried to spin around but his leg wasn’t strong enough to take the shifting weight and he collapsed to the floor.

Within a second, Doctor Delaney was at his side, crouching over him.

“Doctor Reid? Doctor Reid, are you ok?”

“Keep her away from me! Don’t let her near me!” He screamed again, too focused on the ghost of Cat Adam’s to notice the pain searing through his leg.

“It’s ok, I promise nothing bad is going to happen to you. Let me help you up.” Delaney cradled Spencer and got him into a sitting position.

Spencer scrabbled a little, kicking and screaming and muttering that he wanted her kept away from him.

Delaney comforted him while helping him back to the bed where he helped him lay down.

“Please get her out of here! She shouldn’t be here!” He thrashed in the bed.

“I promise no one is going to hurt you, Spencer. I need to get a first aid kit and get these pieces of glass out of your hand. Will you be ok for a moment?”

Spencer wasn’t looking at him, his eyes were frantically darting around the room, making sure Cat and her wicked hands were gone.

He nodded stiffly, pulling the thin sheet up over his nearly naked body.

Delaney left the room hurriedly in search of supplies. He was gone no more than two minutes but when he returned the sight before him knocked all the air from his lungs.

No matter how many years he’d been doing this, looking after patients with mental disorders never got any easier.

Least of all when he found Doctor Spencer Reid with a shard of glass hanging limply between his fingers, haemorrhaging from a large self-inflicted wound that ran the length of his entire forearm.

His eyes were closed and he had an eerily peaceful smile on his face.

For some people, the unfortunate truth was, death was the easier option.

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Wait am I just misremembering things or did Lily Sunder and Cas really barely interact in the ep where they resurrect Jack? Because it's like. Here's a man who helped in the murder of your daughter and now he's begging you to help bring back his son. LIKE. HELLO. That's super fucking compelling. I think it should have been Cas who made the "you know how it feels to lose a child; please don't make us lose him too" plea instead of Dean. I think the impact of that scene would be better (and also more convincing given. You know. Dean wanting to kill Jack for a good chunk of their intial relations lol).

The scene could go many ways. You can have an angry Lily, who rubs it in hard, the irony of their situation. How unfair it is that Cas has the chance to do what Lily failed to accomplish for decades.

You can have a more sympathetic Lily, who looks at the face of this worn and weary angel and sees someone completely different from the merciless soldier she met a long time ago.

You can have different combinations of these and more. I wish there were more fics exploring the dynamic between Lily and Cas. (If you have fic recs, PLEASE send them here.)

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One of the most annoying responses I see when discussing S9 Dean's toxic moments is "oh that's just the Mark which means dean is absolved of all moral responsibility for his actions" which is. Huh?????? That's such a boring and stupid response and it's kinda on par with the way some folks excuse everything that late-seasons Dean does by saying "oh that's just Chuck manipulating him, which means he totally can't be blamed for the things he did" which is also soooooooo.

Like. Okay. On the one hand I kinda get the impulse to go straight to a Doylist explanation and blame the writers for writing Dean in such egregious ways (because it's TRUE) but like. Personally I tend to find that boring after a while. This is my weaker argument.

My stronger argument is that by refusing to grapple with the events of canon by transferring the blame to some other external force (blaming the Mark/Chuck for the Watsonian, blaming the writers for the Doylist), the characters aren't really given justice

What I mean by this is that it leaves the characters in an awkward stalemate.

On Dean's part: "If there's a force external to me that I can blame (e.g. the Mark, Chuck) then I don't really need to grapple with the things I've done." This is harmful not just to himself but to the people around him, particularly his loved ones who are typically the ones affected by his actions.

This type of thinking actually hinders the characters' ability to properly deal with the events and possibly make amends. They have no mechanism for moving on other than sucking it up and brushing things under the rug.

Take, for example, Cas' internality in the face of all of these things that Dean did. It's natural for Cas to feel negative emotions in response to All Of That (e.g. anger, sadness, resentment, fear, etc). However, if it's true that Dean really isn't to blame for all of That, then Cas' emotions have nowhere to go. "Dean has tried to murder my son multiple times and I have plenty of Feelings about this but actually it's not his fault because he's been manipulated by God so now I just have to suck up all these emotions." LIKE. That is totally NOT healthy for your psyche, angel or not.

The characters end up not being capable of grappling with the consequences of things because agency and moral responsibility keeps being shifted into these external forces.

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I know that post-canon baby jack fics are usually written for fluff but EYE personally think they should be used for evil more often. I want a non-god, toddler jack who doesn't remember much of the very traumatic first three years of his life but still has some glaring triggers. Like. For example, toddler jack is EXTREMELY claustrophobic. Every time they enter a small and enclosed space, he immediately cries and starts clinging on dean and going "I'M SORRY I'M SORRY PLEASE DON'T LOCK ME UP" and both sam and dean feel their guts turning, knowing that they did that to jack. The only small and enclosed space that jack tolerates is the impala. Anyways. Society if more post-canon fics grappled with what sam and dean did to jack before giving us a "happily ever after".

91 notes - Posted January 28, 2022

Hey folks welcome to another evil and fucked up fic concept from yours truly:

S13. Okay. Dean is still fucked up with grief, and the combination of fear, anger, and resentment he feels towards Jack is certainly not a good mix. Still, he prefers these latter emotions because at least they're actionable emotions. You can run away or fight that which you fear or resent, but what do you do to the rotting void of grief?

All these negative emotions eventually spiral into some form of paranoia, a constant stream of "What if he turns evil? What if he takes even more from me?" Over and over in his head.

Now. What if. While they're searching the bunker for resources to help them deal with Jack, Dean accidentally stumbles upon something in their storage: a metal crown and a set of spikes. A contraption that Crowley left behind—Naomi's tools.

In fear of Jack turning evil, Dean picks up Naomi's lobotomy contraptions so he can program Jack to "not be evil."

When Dean straps down Jack into the chair, he gives the kid his very first smile. "Don't worry, kid. I'll make sure you'll never lose your path."

When Cas is finally resurrected again, everything's fine and cool and happy. And then Jack goes "Oh yeah I have weekly tuning sessions with Dean." And Cas asks. What "tuning sessions." And he watches in horror as Jack puts on the crown that Naomi uses for the lobotomies.

Cas confronts Dean about this. They fight. Cas was about to leave with Jack. Dean panics; he orders Jack to hold Cas down and prevent him from escaping.

With Jack's help, Dean tearfully straps Cas down to the chair and puts the crown on him. "I'm sorry, Cas. But I can't lose you again."

Everything is fine and cool and normal. If Sam notices some odd behavior here and there, he tries not to think too hard about it. Besides, this is the first time that they had been this happy and peaceful for a length of time, why ruin it?

Eventually, however, Sam can't ignore things any longer. His suspicions eventually lead him into finding out what Dean's been doing this entire time.

Sam confronts Dean about it. They fight. When Sam was about to take Jack and Cas away from there, Dean utters a trigger word and makes Sam fall under his control.

It turns out that this isn't the first time that Sam found out what's happening, and that Dean has been repeatedly rewriting his memories this entire time.

At first, Dean just asked Jack to erase Sam's memories. This plan doesn't work long term because Sam either just rediscovers what happens or regains his memories. Dean then ordered Jack to gradually and discreetly feed Sam some grace and transform him into as close as an angel as possible so that the Naomi's tools would work on him as well.

This bit is from jay @casnation , thanks for this: Sam repeatedly wakes up and tries to get Cas and Jack out of there but they’re programmed to take him to Dean if he does this. Like, he could totally escape if he didn’t try to save them every time.

There will be a point where the brainwashing gets so severe that they basically lose their personalities in a way that even Dean cannot ignore anymore. And so he "reprograms their personalities back" based on Dean's perceptions of them.

Crucially there will also be a point where Dean realizes just how bad he's fucked up (ideally in conjunction with the realization that he's living with three husks with zero personality), but he's trapped himself into a corner. Because he KNOWS that the moment he undoes the programming, they would all run the fuck away from that bunker and leave him alone. And he would rather reprogram them ad infinitum rather than face the consequences of what he did.

Another incredible quote from jay: "Pygmalion carving himself not just a lover but a family."

More stuff below the cut (specifically how Mary reacts to All of This when she returns from the Apocalypse World):

Dean does NOT have the guts to lobotomize his own mother. He can stomach doing it to Sam and Cas because he's already pretty good at ignoring their autonomy. Which means that Dean has to employ more subtle methods of hiding things from Mary.

He can order Cas to reaasure Mary that "everything is fine." He can also order Jack to distract Mary by bonding with her.

Here's another bit courtesy of jay: "Mary notices something is up with Sam first and Dean just says “How would you know? I’ve know him his whole life, he’s fine, you’ve only been back a year!"

Another jay bit: "no thoughts just mary looking up and realizing the bunker is a clockwork recreation of her fantasy of married life with john with cas as her role. and she has no idea what to do"

I have no idea how to end this. We can go with the more horrific route where Mary never discovers what's truly going on and so they're all just trapped there, Pygmalion and the family he carved.

The other option is that Mary finds out. This has two potential outcomes: (1) Mary convinces Dean to undo the programming. They all run the fuck out of there and leave Dean alone to face what he did. Or, (2) In a desperate attempt to keep his family together, Dean orders Jack and Cas to hold Mary down and make her forget what she discovered. The story ends with Dean, tears in his eyes, putting metal spikes in his mother's skull.

(Also. I want y'all to know that there are more fucked up parts to this but those shall remain in the dark corners of our discord chats lol)

124 notes - Posted March 8, 2022

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Hypothetical destiel pairings that are sooooooo important to me:

- stanford era dean and s15 divorce arc cas

Imagine Cas seeing a version of the love of his life that doesn't carry the amount of baggage he currently has. A version of his love that has not yet pointed a gun to his son.

- s4 cas and s13 widower arc dean

Imagine Dean seeing this version of Cas. He's so young! And he still haven't died a single death for you just yet. You look at this angel and think: you haven't fallen in all the ways that matter just yet.

- endverse cas and s15 divorce arc dean

Imagine Dean experiencing a whiplash when endverse Cas confronts him and says "in the worst ways, you're a lot similar to my Dean. Sometimes I think you're even worse."

- faith dean and emmanuel cas

You're dying. You're dying and your dad won't even answer the phone but here comes this man, this faith healer who looks you in the eye and says "you're not a machine, Dean." Who looks at you and sees someone worth saving, someone who you can barely see.

- post-rapture cas and mark of cain dean

"I serve Heaven, I don't serve Man. And I certainly don't serve you." Imagine a post-lobotomy Cas seeing his charge at his very lowest and seeing what he's told confirmed by his very eyes. That the Righteous Man is not who he thinks he is.

- s3 dean and post-swan song cas

You're going to hell. You're going to hell and you can't stop it but here comes this angel who has fallen for you, who rebelled against heaven for you. And you can't stop thinking whether or not you were born with this rot, with the curse to poison everything you touch. But the angel says "I would fall again a million times if it means I get to protect you from perdition."

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You sent this at the right time, anon! I just posted the wips I have open on my computer (here) but the one I'm working on rn is a follow up to this bitching fic! Here's an excerpt below if you'd like to read it:

“Are you ready, dear one?” Obi-Wan asked for the third time, running a hand down Anakin’s bare side. His mate was spread out before him, his own hands tracing Obi-Wan’s neck, shoulders, and upper arms.

Anakin rolled his eyes, though they were too bright for Obi-Wan to truly think he was annoyed. Just impatient. “I’ve already said yes a million times.”

Obi-Wan hummed and pressed down against his lover, covering Anakin with his own scent. He buried his face in Anakin’s neck, nipping at his scent glands and scarred-over mating bite. He smelled wonderful, like springtime and berries and bonfires, and when Obi-Wan rolled his cock against his hip, Anakin only moaned and spread his legs.

They hadn’t been able to do this before Anakin transitioned, this lazy grinding and sweet moments. Everything had been a battle of wills, of one of them wrestling the other down onto the bed and preparing them, fucking while fighting all the while. Sex couldn’t be calm, not with thier instincts pushing them to snap at and dominate each other. They found their moments elsewhere, curled up together in bed or watching one of Anakin’s holodramas.

Now, though… Obi-Wan’s hand wandered down Anakin’s side to his hip to his thigh, hiking it up around his waist and continuing to touch. He couldn’t get enough of Anakin’s skin bared to him, no ropes, no ties, no gags, just them.

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okay i gotta know about "Dumbass Dildo Anakin" 🤣

Alright 😂 so, this is actually a prompt from a server I'm in, but:

Most Padawans go to their masters for sex ed before it's too late. Obi-Wan should have known Anakin is a moron, but when the other approaches him as a blushing clearly fucked mess and whispers that he got some makeshift dildo stuck up his ass of course Obi-Wan does the duty of being a master and helps him. Even if it means fisting his padawan to get the offending thing out.

To make matters worse Obi-Wan has more than innocent thoughts and Anakin is moaning like a whore at being properly opened up.

His padawan is gonna be the death of him.

And that's the story! I have been writing it for so long zzkfzf

Here's a snippet:

“Master, please,” Anakin begged, voice hitching as a tear rolled down his cheek. Obi-Wan was entranced by it. He wanted to wipe it off and lick the salt from his skin, then make him cry even more.

Obi-Wan made a strangled sound as his cock thickened in his trousers. He coughed, a sudden lump caught in his throat, before nodding once. “Bend over the table.”

Anakin bit his lip and shuffled over to the table. He shot a nervous glance back at Obi-Wan and looked away just as quickly, unbuckling his belt and taking off his tabards. He dropped them on the ground beside him, pushing his leggings down quickly and bracing himself against the table. His tunics fell down his body, covering the swell of his ass and only exposing the crease of his thighs. His trembling was more clear now without any clothing to cover him.

Obi-Wan approached Anakin slowly, releasing a swell of lust into the Force. “Is this alright?” he asked quietly as he reached for the hem. Anakin made a muffled sound of approval, but still Obi-Wan hesitated. “You can tell me to stop at any time.”

“Master-” Anakin started, but cut himself off. “Please,” was all that he said. Obi-Wan took a steadying breath and braced himself before pushing Anakin’s tunics up his body. It hissed out again as he took in the sight of Anakin’s perfectly rounded ass before him. Obi-Wan felt entranced as he reached out to cup each cheek in his hand before spreading them.

Anakin’s hole was red and wet, clenching around nothing as Obi-Wan stared at it. He made a half-embarrassed, half-aroused noise when Obi-Wan reached out a finger to prod at it, hips jerking away from Obi-Wan.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan said reproachfully, settling a hand on Anakin’s lower back to keep him still. It felt like a dream, having Anakin here before him like this, but Obi-Wan had to remember that it wasn’t as if Anakin was here by choice. He’d gone to his master for help, not to be thought of like that. Force, Anakin was his padawan, he shouldn’t be taking pleasure in this at all. He had to be better.

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As for no pressure tagging people: @obiwanobi @anakinspraisekink @maragny @gay-cheerios @disast3rtransp0rt and anyone that’d like to do this!

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I always forget how weird April weather is

So far we've had:

Snow

Sunny and 65°F/18°C

Breezy

Cloudy

Rain

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Tornado warning

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Reverse Unpopular Opinion Meme: Sheev Palpatine

Why do you do this to me 😂😭

Serious Answer: He's a really good villain. I hate his guts, but you have to be incredibly smart and have a lot of patience to manipulate people and events for decades the way he did. He might not be the most powerful person in Star Wars but he's definitely one of the most cunning

Not-So-Serious Answer: hot young sheev

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